Jordan Says Goodbye

Mr. Jones sat in his chair for a moment to catch his breath and take a few sips of water from his water bottle. The class continued to work seemingly as if nothing sordid had just occurred in front of them. He puffed his cheeks, blew out slowly as he sat back and closed his eyes. He had finally got to fuck Michaela's tight little latina pussy, and it was worth it. She had ridden him like a pro, and when he included that with the risk of getting caught and the illegal nature of violating multiple hot preteen girls, his adrenaline and libido were through the roof. It was a good thing he stayed in good shape.

These girls are going to kill me, but what a way to go, Mr. Jones thought, smiling at the great sexual fortune onto which he had stumbled.

He glanced at the clock, noticed it was about 5 minutes until the lunch bell would ring. He had his students put the room back in order and line up at the door. Mr. Jones stood in front of the class waiting for the last few seconds to tick off. The class stood patiently, murmuring to each other as they waited.

His five harem sluts stood at the back of the line, huddled and whispering. Angel looked up at Mr. Jones. Slowly and seductively, she traced her lips with her tongue. Angel leaned forward towards Mia and drew her hair back with one hand to expose her slim throat and perfect little elfin earlobes. Mia's eyes squinted as she tilted her head, providing Angel access to her supple neck. Angel stuck out the tip of her tongue and slowly ran it up from the base of her neck to behind her ear. Mia sucked in her bottom lip as she smiled. Angel exposed her front teeth and gently bit the bottom of Mia's ear before standing back and coyly clasping her hands behind her back. Mr. Jones simply sighed and shook his head slightly in mock disapproval, not wanting to draw attention or questions from the rest of the line.

The bell finally rang and the class filed out. Michaela had placed herself at the back of the line, because Mr. Jones always followed behind to make sure the class stayed in line down the hall to the cafeteria. She glanced back at him and grinned at him, knowing he was staring at her ass and loving the attention. Her hips swayed more than normal as she enjoyed the feeling of hot semen and her own girl juice trickling down her leg. As they walked, Angel turned her head and eyes back to Michaela, who was discreetly reaching beneath her skirt, running her fore and middle finger over her dripping slit, and bringing the resulting cream to her shiny lips. Michaela placed her cum-covered fingers on her tongue, sucked them into her mouth, and slowly pulled them out.

It was a good thing the line was moving slowly or Mr. Jones would've walked into a wall. As it was, he had time to savor the lusty display. He felt a painful stirring in his groin as he glanced around the bustling halls, trying to make sure no one was watching this dangerously exciting behavior. He saw no adverse reactions in anyone, so his yes returned to discreetly watching Michaela's deliciously evil teasing.

When he was not staring at his girls' luscious little bodies, he looked towards at Ms. Jansen's class, one the three fifth-grade classes at Skyline. They were lined up in front and slowly filing into the cafeteria. Ms. Jansen, a second year teacher, was a beautiful blonde number who stood about 5'5", sky-blue eyes, and a frame that would make runway models envious with perfect c-cups that filled anything she was wearing out very nicely. Today it was a light-blue cotton blouse over a white camisole that teased from an almost unprofessional plunging neckline, and a pair of form -fitting black pants made from some kind of Lycra-based material. While they were not as painted on as yoga pants, they were pretty damn close. The fitted nature of both accentuated the just right flair of her hips and curve of her ass.

"Ms. Jansen is pretty hot, isn't she?" asked Mia, noticing his lingering stares in her direction.

"Say what?" Mr. Jones pulled himself away to his own class. The others giggled as they noticed his reaction.

"She said 'Ms. Jansen is pretty hot, isn't she?'" repeated Michaela, glancing first at his eyes, then at his slight bulge.

"Yes, ladies, she is. That's not to say you girls aren't hot, though."

"We know," Michaela responded with a wry smile, "but its okay to think older girls are hot, Mr. Jones. We do." Mr. Jones' eyes widened a bit.

"Really?" The line continued to slowly move towards the door. The smell of the lunchroom was just strong enough to mask the scent of desire wafting from these girls.

"Hell yeah, Mr. Jones. I'd lick her," whispered Angel, leaning towards Michaela so she wasn't too loud, "I imagine you'd like to pound her, right?" Mr. Jones leaned down discreetly to respond.

"In all three holes, my dear," he whispered back.

"Now that would be fun to watch, wouldn't it, chicas?" asked Jessika to the whole group but staring at his crotch.

"Mmmmm-hmmmmmm," they all replied in unison as they entered the cafeteria.

The door to the cafeteria was directly in front of the main office. Mr. Jones glanced back and there, standing at the secretary's desk was Jordan and her dad filling out some paperwork. Jordan, her glossy, jet-black hair tied up in sexy pigtails with pink and green bows, turned and noticed Mr. Jones and her classmates and waved. She wore a long, tight white and pink striped top that came to just below her cute little Asian ass, which was covered by black leggings that looked about half a year too small.

Jordan looked up at her dad, said something and pointed towards her class. Jordan's dad looked over, smiled politely and raised a hand in acknowledgment. After turning to thank the secretary, Jordan rushed over to her friends, who all hugged her and huddled. Her dad followed close behind and came to where Mr. Jones was standing.

"Mr. Jones," said her dad, reaching out his hand.

"Mr. Bradford, how are you?" Mr. Jones took his hand and shook it firmly. "I'm sorry to hear you are leaving us. We're going to miss her."

"I know, but her mom and I aren't getting along so well. Any ways, I thought if you had a couple minutes we could go back to the class room and get her checked-out."

"Sure. Hang on and let me get someone to watch my class real quick," said Mr. Jones, holding up a finger and walking towards Ms. Jansen.

"Ms. Jansen?" He said, trying to get her attention. She turned and smiled.

"Hey, Mr. Jones, what's up?" Her voice was so sweet, and her perfume was so intoxicating that he almost forgot what he was going to ask. He immediately pictured her pink lips wrapped around his aching cock as it filled her slender, flawless throat. He swallowed hard and forced himself back to the present and to look at her face.

"Jordan and her dad are here to check-out. Can you keep an eye on my class? Yours is almost through, so I thought..." Her eyes almost seemed to brighten.

"Sure, it's not a problem. You owe me, though," she smiled as they moved back towards his class. He watched her ass as they walked, imagining bending her over his desk and pounding her tight ass as she screamed in perpetual ecstasy.

He informed the rest of the class of the change, reminding them to mind their manners and Ms. Jansen, then headed down the hall to his classroom with Jordan leading the way. She moved with such a sexy innocence it was hard not to stare. Mr. Jones thought he had been stealth about it until Jordan's dad spoke.

"She's a cute little thing, isn't she?" Mr. Jones paused and looked over, eyes wide and pupils dilated.

"What?!" Mr. Jones was a bit surprised. Jordan heard them talk and paused.

"Jordan, she's a hot little number isn't she? I saw you looking," her dad smiled.

"I wasn't looking, sir. My mind was wandering..."

"Don't insult my intelligence or my daughter, Mr. Jones," he leaned in closer while smiling and watching Jordan hug and talk to one of her other friends, "Jordan is a pretty girl, and I'm okay with you looking."

"Really?" asked Mr. Jones who was at once excited and worried that this was some kind of trick.

"Sure. I know this is wrong for a father to say about his daughter, but I do it all the time. She's been my only source of...ummm...encouragement since my wife and I had our falling out."

"Maybe we should take this to my classroom, Mr. Martin. This probably isn't the best place to discuss this," said Mr. Jones, gesturing for them to keep moving. As they caught up to Jordan, her dad touched her shoulder.

"Dad, this is my friend, Megan. She's only in 4th-grade," Jordan chirped. Megan was a pretty blonde, not thin or fat but feminine curves in just the right places. Mr. Jones wondered why he hadn't seen her before. Her dad reached out his hand and shook Megan's.

"It's nice to meet you, young lady. Maybe she can come visit sometime, but right now we need to go check you out, sweetie." The girls said their good-byes and hugged again.

Mr. Jones had seen the look in Mr. Martin's eye. The look that indicated to him that what had just said wasn't a trick. He liked little girls, too. Mr. Jones heart still raced, but now it was from the anticipation of sticking his thick meat into yet another hot young pussy.

They made their way down the hall and were just outside the classroom door when Mr. Jones felt a presence behind them, so he turned around. About 20 feet back, Michaela and Angel were sauntering closer, not even trying to be sneaky.

"Girls, shouldn't you be eating?" He paused and opened the door. Jordan saw her friends and ran to them excitedly, jumping into a hot looking little group hug.

"We're not that hungry, Mr. Jones, and we wanted to say goodbye to Jordan," replied Angel as they moved, as one sexy group, to the door and through it. Mr. Jones and Mr. Martin just looked at each other, smiled, and shrugged their shoulders as they followed behind and shut the door.

"Does Ms. Jansen know where you two are?" asked Mr. Jones as he moved to his desk.

"Yes, Mr. Jones. She said it was okay and that you could thank her later," said Michaela, poking her head up from where they were huddling around Jordan's desk.

Each girl brought a couple textbooks back and Mr. Jones checked them off the sheet, which took all of two minutes.

"Mr. Jones?" asked Michaela as she stood at the side of his desk, the hem of her skirt in each hand and her hip slightly cocked. Mr. Martin sat across the desk with his hands in his lap, just smiling.

"Yes, my dear?" He replied as Jordan came over to her side

"Can Jordan still be part of the club?"

"What club is this, might I ask?" inquired Mr. Martin. Mr. Jones hesitated only slightly before explaining. As he had guessed, Mr. Martin had no qualms with it. In fact, he asked if he could join. While he did not want to give up any of his young pussy, he knew that the only way to keep them satisfied would be another swinging dick in the mix.

"Is that okay, girls? I don't want to ruin it for you. I love all of your hot little holes, but I am only one man." Angel and Michaela responded by standing on either side of Mr. Martin and slowly moving their hands down the front of his dark blue polo, to his thighs, then to his crotch, which seemed to be growing a bit tight.

"We don't mind, so long as you don't mind sharing us," said Angel, proceeding to stick her tongue in Mr. Martin's ear. His eyes closed and breathing got heavier. Angel's right hand gently lifted Mr. Martin's shirt and ran her hands over his firm abs and down the front of his jeans, grasping his firming rod. Michaela came around to Angels, wrapped her hands around her waist, and whispered in her ear.

"How is that cock?"

"Mmmmmm, it's so fucking hard, just like it was last night," Angel pressed her ass into Michaela as Michaela's hands moved down her friends thighs and up under her skirt to her moist slit.

Mr. Martin reached up between Angels thighs and began slowly fingering her slit, pushing his middle finger gently against her hole. Angel groaned loudly into Mr. Martins ear before turning slightly to Michaela.

"I-I think I've got this...nnnnnnnggg fuck...covered. Why don't you help Jordan?" Angel pushed back, straddled Mr. Martin and began undoing his pants, his finger still pressing into her dampening hole.

"Sooo, Mr. Martin. You wanna put in here," she whispered, slowly sticking a finger in her mouth and pulling it out "or here."

Angel pulled up the front of her skirt, clasped his hand and pushed his finger all the way in. Mr. Martin reached around behind her with his other hand and ran a finger from her slit to her asshole and gave it a gentle press. Angel squinted her eyes, tilted her head back slightly, and moaned.

"Can I have it here?" he asked, looking up at her with a lusty desire.

"Sorry. Mr. Jones gets that first, but you can have either one of the others. And guess what?"

"What's that?" He moaned as one of Angels hands continued to rub his rod, which was sticking out through his boxers. Angel leaned in to whisper.

"You can cum in either hole." She ran her tongue around the outer edge of his earlobe. Her heavy breathing was loud in his ear.

"Can I do both?" he whispered back as he started kissing the side of her exposed throat.

"If you could, where would you start?" Angels soft lips moved slowly down his neck, alternately licking and kissing, as she used her hands to pull down his pants. He raised his ass slightly between her legs to help.

Angel didn't wait for him to answer. With his pants still around his ankles, she moved back, spread his knees, and took his healthy member in her mouth. It was not as thick as Mr. Jones' cock, but it was a bit longer. She clasped the base and his balls gently in one hand while holding up the pole with the other. Her motions were shallow at first, as she also ran her tongue teasingly up and down the bottom.

Mr. Martins hands lovingly held the back of her head, moving her hair out of the way so he had a good view of his cock in this hot little sluts mouth. She was already so much better than his wife, who had rarely done oral. He had taken to watching Jordan for inspiration for his jerk-off sessions. She normally walked around the house in cute outfits and nightshirts. He had caught plenty of panty peeks, but had never seen her fully naked. The closest he came was an almost too small pink and white bikini he bought her last summer. The hot little girl swallowing his cock was a fantasy come true, and he wasn't going to waste it. On the down stroke of a suck, he applied pressure to the back of Angels head and slowly pushed her down. Without gagging or hesitating, Angel opened her throat and took Mr. Martin's cock to the base.

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Michaela stood next to Mr. Jones and Jordan and fingered her wet slit watching the show Angel and Mr. Martin were putting on. Mr. Jones sat with his hands running up and down Jordan's hips and thighs and his head on her shoulder. Her hands sat on top of his and followed his motions. Her stomach felt a little tight and her heart was beating even faster than when she touched herself at night while thinking about her dad. She had always noticed the way he looked at her in those short nightshirts she had been wearing since she was 8.

Her mom never liked them. She always said they were too short and told her to cover up, but never did anything about it if she didn't. Jordan knew her dad liked the view and tried to give him a peek whenever her mom wasn't looking. She always tried to show off in her bikini and catch glimpses of his crotch, which always seemed to be bulging. Showing off aroused feelings in her private areas and the curiosity finally got the better. She started rubbing herself at night under her panties when she was 9. She had always felt good but always seemed to stop when it felt like she was going to pee.

Jordan had those same feelings now as she watched her dad. She became so excited listening to the story of Angel and Michaela's first time with Mr. Jones, she fingered her puffy mound and tiny clit until she came while talking to them. Now she would get to feel a real cock, as her dad had never done anything.

Mr. Jones leaned back a moment to adjust his throbbing cock. When he did, Michaela leaned down and met his lips with hers. They mashed lips and their tongues danced intensely for a moment before Michaela stood up.

"Do you want me to do that, Mr. Jones?" Jordan asked, her voice sweetly ragged with preteen libido.

"Do what Jordan?" he replied, turning her around and raising her shirt to expose her tiny nipples. He leaned in and softly sucked on each one.

"Put your thing in my mouth?" Michaela leaned over to Jordan and pressed her lips to her neck. She took one of Jordan's hands and put it under her skirt on her bare pussy that was still sticky and wet from earlier. Michaela moved Jordan's hand over her slit until Jordan was doing it on her own.

"It's called a cock, sweetie, and yes, I do. But I want to put my cock somewhere else first." Mr. Jones moved his hands down her smooth, slightly round but firm tummy to the top of her leggings, where her hips would eventually be. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and slowly pushed them down, teasingly revealing a beautiful mound. As he pushed them down to her feet, he leaned forward and lovingly licked and kissed her bikini area.

"You want to put it in me? In my..." she tried to find the word.

"Pussy," whispered Michaela before nibbling on her earlobe, "He wants to fuck your hot little pussy and give you some of that yummy cum all the way inside. Is that right, Mr. Jones?" Michaela moaned. Jordan's fingers were doing wonders on her own wet cunt.

"Yes it is, Michaela. But we don't have too much time, so let's get going shall we?" Mr. Jones brought a finger to Jordans mound and ran it along the outside lips. Jordan moaned at the sensations overtaking her tiny body. Her outer lips were wet so Mr. Jones pressed until he felt the soft and wet virgin flesh of her hole. She was surprisingly wet and ready, and he felt no hymen to block his path. Jordan pulled one leg out of her leggings and spread her legs.

"Wow Jordan! Your pussy is so fucking wet. I can't wait!" said Mr. Jones, standing up and taking off his pants once again. They fell to his knees and his cock sprang out. Jordan's eyes got wide.

"Kayla said it was big, Mr. Jones, but DAMN! Will it even fit?!" Jordan reached out tentatively and ran her fingers over it, and giggled when he made it jump.

"We will make it fit, Miss Jordan, now come here." He pulled Jordan towards him as he sat back down. She straddled his lap as he pulled her shiny lips to his and pressed his tongue into her mouth. Michaela kneeled down in front of Mr. Jones, spit a couple times on her hand, and grasped his rod to hold it up. Mr. Jones pushed Jordan's hips down until her entrance was pressing against his tip, then pushed a bit harder until the entire head squeezed in

"Aaaahhhhhhh FUCK! That's big!" screamed Jordan, hugging Mr. Jones and pulling her tiny body against his.

"Just relax, Jordan. It goes in easier if you just relax." said Michaela, who was now fingering her slit as she squeezed Jordan's tiny, but super sexy ass.

As Jordan relaxed, Mr. Jones' dick felt better. Mr. Jones balls ached, but Jordans super tight pussy was pulsing around his member, and the sensation was incredible. He moved Jordan up and down, pressing her down farther each time until he bottomed out and he felt her ass on his lap. She was breathing heavy and moaning in his ear. He held her tight and rocked her hips until she was moving on her own. The pressure in his balls was growing surprisingly quickly and lunch was almost over. Michaela sat in front of Mr. Jones pushing two fingers deep into her pussy and one up her tiny ass.

Knowing time was running out, he increased the speed of her rocking so her ass was slapping against his thighs. Jordan sat back and stared at him, her hands on his shoulders. Her mouth opened and closed with her squeals and gasps for air. Watching the pure ecstasy on her face was enough to push him over the edge

"AAAHHHHHHHHHH SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!" he yelled, holding Jordan's waist and injecting her with another, slightly smaller load of cream. Jordan tensed her body, and Mr. Jones pulled her face to his own and fucked her mouth with his tongue as she came harder than with any of her own sessions. She screamed into his mouth as she pressed her face to hers. Right then, Michaela's tiny frame tensed as well. She laid on the floor in front of Mr. Jones, fingers still in her holes, convulsing in another orgasm. Her breath was heavy and rapid as she screamed growled obscenities to herself.

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Angel liked the feeling of Mr. Martins cock in her throat. She moaned, vibrating and adding to the incredible sensation he was feeling.

"Oh yeah! Swallow that cock, you hot little slut. OOOOOOHHHHHH FUCK!" he yelled, gritting his teeth. He was already on the verge of shooting his load. Angel was a good little preteen cocksucker and he wouldn't mind exploding in her mouth, but he wanted to fill her tiny cunt first. As he watched and listened to his sexy little girl get fucked by her teacher, his desire grew until he reluctantly pushed Angel off of his cock, phlegm and saliva coating his dick and drooling from Angels open and smiling mouth.

"Get on all fours, slut!" he commanded.

Angel was so hot now she would have taken it in her ass, but as she turned around and got on all fours, Mr. Martin placed the tip of his cock at her soaking wet entrance and went balls deep with one thrust. Luckily she had been horny all day so it went in without a problem. His cock did not fill her as much as Mr. Jones' did, but it still felt damn good.

"Oh yeah! You like getting fucked, don't you, you little whore?! You hot little whore likes to have your tight little girl pussy filled with cock!! Fuck Angel, you're hot!" he grunted as he began pounding her.

"Fuck yeah, Mr. Martin!! Your cock feels so fucking good. You must have wanted to fuck Jordan for a while. DAMN!! Fuckfuckfuckshitshitshitfuckinshitfuckinshit!!" Michaela's string of words drove Mr. Martin to the hardest, most intense orgasm he had experienced in months.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuccccckkkkin shiiiiiiiiiit!!" he yelled as he pressed his rod deep into Angels tight hole, depositing a load so great it squeezed out the sides of Angel's hole and dripped to the floor.

Angel threw her head back, closed her eyes, and arched her back in sweet climax. She let out a high pitched moan as she felt Mr. Martins seed inside of her and dripping down her thighs.

Mr. Martin slowly pulled out and came around to Angels face, where she immediately swallowed it again and pulled off, slurping on the way out. He stood up, pulled up his pants, grabbed a couple tissues from Mr. Jones ' desk and cleaned the excess cum from her thighs and the spots on the floor.

Angel stood up slowly as Jordan extracted herself from Mr. Jones' semi hard member and stood with her legs spread to catch the dripping cream from her gaping cunt. Michaela grabbed Jordan's pink My Little Pony panties and handed them to Mr. Jones for his collection. Then she held open Jordan's leggings and lent a shoulder as she stepped back into them. Even though they were black, Mr. Jones noticed a damp spot growing at her crotch as he pulled up his own, and smiled.

"Daddy?" Jordan asked sweetly, no hint in her voice that her tiny pussy had just been drilled.

"Yes, dear?" Mr. Martin smiled.

"Do we have to switch schools? This was awesome and I wanna do it again?" she begged.

"Sorry sweetie, but we do," he replied regretfully. Jordan's eyes dropped and tears began to form.

"But daddy..." she pleaded.

"Buuuuut, I suppose we could get over here to visit after school a couple days a week. Would that work?" Mr. Martin looked at Mr. Jones and smiled.

"That would be great. Is that okay for you girls?" Mr. Jones asked Michaela and Angel who were standing around Jordan.

"That works for us, Mr. Jones," they all said, smiling widely.