Swapping Tutors

Jill opened the door expecting Kevin. Instead she got Connor and Macy, grinning on her front step like they owned the place. She stared at the pair in their school clothes, books clutched like props. The swap story sounded straight but something about their eyes felt off. She let them in anyway. Biology notes sprawled across her kitchen table. Two minutes in and Macy’s leg brushed hers under the wood. Connor kept dropping compliments that had nothing to do with the Krebs cycle. Jill’s cheeks burned. She tried to steer the lesson, voice tight, but the heat rolling off them made concentration slip. When Macy finally stood and tugged the velvet pouch from her backpack, the rubber cock inside swung free. Connor smiled like it was already decided. They said they traded places just to see if Jill was as fuckable in real life as everyone claimed. Macy stepped closer, strap already fastened around her slim hips. Jill’s breath hitched. Her mind screamed retreat, but her cunt pulsed with something far louder. She stayed. She let Macy kiss her hard while Connor’s hand slid under her blouse. The exam was forgotten. The rules burned away. All that mattered was the slick sound of straps tightening, the heavy thud of the door locking, and three bodies moving fast toward the bedroom like they had already done this a thousand times in their heads.