Cassandra finishes with her dance club class for the day. Exhaling heavily, she meets Ravine who comes to pick her up.
“Good job, Johnson! You’re doing great!”
“Thanks, Mrs. Grace.”
“It’s Ms. Grace, sweetie. I divorced him.” As Cassandra hears the old woman, she makes a “Oh!” Face and apologizes.
“It’s alright, most don’t know I divorced him this summer.” Says Ms. Grace.
“Well, I’ll get going, Ms. Grace! Thank you for today!” Having the last class for the day as dance, Cassandra and Ravine were dropped back home together as Cassandra wanted to hang out with her new friend.
Ms. Grace packs her bags as well, her small pink colored duffel bag fitting her clothes.
As she walks outside, a senior grade student blocks her way.
“Hey, Kris! What’s up?”
“You know what’s up, Ms. Grace. I’ll pick you up at 7pm.” Saying, the young male leaves the campus, leaving behind a stressed 32 year old Grace.
Grace Reynolds was once a nymphomaniac taking art therapy, in her early twenties. She’s been having many affairs after her marriage as well, hence the divorce after her husband found out about her illness.
However, Grace Reynolds joined this college only a year ago, no one would have known about her history but since an year, she’s been having an affair with the said student.
Kris was a tall, caramel skinned male who was mature than most of his classmates. Unfortunately, he was a classmate of Nick, sharing most of the classes together.
They were acquaintances and kept it at that.
But Nick had other plans for many men around him.
At 7pm, Grace dressed up in a black formal gown which ended right above her knees. A small slit to the right side allowed her to walk on tall black heels. She awaited for the boy to pick her up, as promised, Kris arrives at 7pm.
As soon as the female teacher enters the car, Kris begins lusting over her shapes and curves.
“You look so good today, Ms. Grace.” He compliments her, henceforth manipulating her.
Kris’s parents were one of the doctors for her case. He knew her case history like the back of his hand by now. As a teenager, he had a lot of energy to dissipate and a nice pussy to obey to his wishes.
At his apartment where he lives alone, he allows Ms. Grace to do as told. She gets down to business.
In the middle of her bobbing her head on his 7 incher cock, he fishes his phone out and records her face on his manhood.
“Hey, what are you-” Kris forces her down again.
“Shush… just do your thing, Ms. Grace. I won’t publish it. It’s for me, to jerk off when you’ll be at school.” He whispers to her in a sultry voice.
Throwing his head back, he sees the woman go faster and sucking harder. It was as if she was relapsing. She was performing now, like many of her post sex tapes.
Soon, she was bouncing on him and he records every inch of her body. From her face to her chest, and her pelvis dropping down on him again and again. He took great pleasure in touching her dainty body as well, complimenting how good she was at this.
They have sex for long hours, all through the night. He even calls few of his friends who agree for a group sex. It turns bizarre so soon…
Next day when Ms. Grace wakes up, she finds one of the horny teenager pump in and out of her loose vagina.
“Hey! Stop that! Don’t you know-” stopping her from protesting, the teenager presses her panty into her face and pushes her back down. Pinning her hands to the bed, he licks her neck to which she couldn’t stop moaning.
“You’re so delicious, Ms. Grace. We love your body. We can’t stop ourselves.” As soon as he says that, Grace sees three of them stir themselves awake.
In the next few minutes, they were lazily recreating the night, using her body and different holes for pleasure. None of them were non-consensual.
Because Grace was mentally ill with nymphomania.
The next day on a Thursday, Grace attends the college and to her duties as usual. That was until a group of boys began giggling while looking at her. Confused, her smile drops as she walks through the corridor anyway.
“She’s so hot under those trainer tracks, my gosh. I wanna fuck her too, man.” She faintly hears an ongoing conversation between two teenagers. Ignoring them, she walks into the dance club, ready to take the classes.
But what she was greeted with were letters of transfer of course. She was left baffled and puzzled. She had to visit the vice-principal on this issue.
“Sir, what is going on with the dance club-”
“Right in time, Grace. We are removing you from the post. Please exit the campus right away. We will send your amenities back by security.” Says the Vice-principal.
“Wait, what?” She raises her voice, only to see four boys sitting by the principal’s office, caught in a silly way. It was so easy for the cyber crime department of the campus to track back the ID and find the publisher. Once Kris was found, he quickly pulled everyone’s legs into the quicksand.
“Please, Ms. Grace. Leave.” The Vice-principal lifts her hand and advices Grace to leave in a second.
How did her smooth sailing life turn upside down in just one day? Everything was going as planned. She was meant to kept it all a secret.
Suddenly, she felt an incredible amount of anger towards Kris and the others. She races towards them, punching Kris straight in his jaw.
The male wasn’t the one to take punches from a woman and keep quiet about it either. He pins Grace down and begins punching her until blood drips from her nose and she’s fallen unconscious.
By the time Cassandra hears about this, Grace was taken to the hospital and Kris along with his friends were taken to the police station.
It was not a juvenile case anymore. They were all adults, but performing illegal acts.