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She wanted to earn extra money after class

I had to stay after school. I was beating the erasers on the chalk board in detention. I looked up to see the male teacher was falling asleep. It was close to 4pm. I only had a few more minutes before the last bell to go home. I had just moved in my Grand Mothers basement about a week ago. She was always out playing Bingo or at church. It was a good thing. My parents were no longer in the picture. I was going to drive my old clunker home. It was a late model with some huge rims and big speakers. It god bad gas mileage but it turn heads.

I was still single. I had just broke up with a girl at the beginning of school. She caught with her Mom having sex. She walked in her Mom bedroom to see me fucking her Mom in the ass. Damn her Mom could fuck. After that she started some rumors around school I was a bad guy. No harm. I was not looking to get tied down. I was over skinny high school girls. I was more into curvier ladies. The bodacious hottie with the voluptuous curves. The wider the ass and the bigger the boobs was my new motto. It was hard to find these girls at school. But there were around my small town. You just had to look.

Ring! Ring!! “OK! You can all go now. I hope I don’t see you tomorrow.” said the male teacher. I walked out into the hallway. I headed down to my locker. I picked up my gym bag and put on some sun glasses. I walked out into the parking lot. All most everyone had gone home for the day. I walked over to my car. I slipped in the front seat. I looked out my rear view mirror.

I took a big gulp. There was my new math teacher getting into her mini van. Mrs. Amber Hills. She was in her mid forties but could pass for much younger. She had just started a few weeks ago. She got all the guys in math class attention when she first walked in. She had on a super tight sweater. A long skirt that covered her long curvy legs. She was maybe 5ft 8 with long blonde hair passed her shoulders. She had on a small wedding ring. She did not wear any makeup. She dressed very conservative but you could tell she was packing some large breast and a huge ass under her clothes. I changed seat to be near the front to check her out more. I always handed her my home work with a big smile.

I had to go talk to her before she went home. I quickly got out and walked to her mini van. Today she was wearing a super tight pair of brown pants that hugged every curve. She was wearing a brown sweater that was super tight on her breast. “Hi! Mrs. Hills. Leaving for the day?” I said. “Oh! What! Hi! Buck. What are you doing here?” she said. “I got detention. Had to stay after. How about you?” I said. “Detention hun! I got my performance review today. I guess it went OK.” she said. “Cool!” I said. She put her purse on the roof of her mini van. She was putting her key in the driver side door. I stood behind her checking out her round ass. “Are you ready for the test tomorrow?” she said. “Yes! I study last night and in detention.” I said. “Buck! Why were you in detention?” Mrs. Hills said. “It’s a long story but I asked a certain person at school something I should maybe not have. She took it the wrong way. Then she sent me to detention.” I said.

Earlier in the day. I was stopped in the hallway by the Vice Principle. Mrs. Vicky Tanner. She has been out to get me since my freshman year. I turned down her daughter to go out with another girl to the prom. Ever since then she had a personal vendetta against me. She asked me how I always seem to have money. I told her I was pretty smart with the Internet. I was starting a new web site. She would be perfect for. She had the perfect assets for the web site. (44DD – 30 Waist – 44 hips/ass) She saw me looking at her big breast. Next thing I knew I was in the Principle office. Then off to detention. If I was to guess. I had to say Mrs. Hills might be bigger than the Vice Principle.

I stood a few inches behind Mrs. Hills. “Well I am sorry you were in detention. You have been such a model student in my class. You do make it a joy to come in every morning to teach.” she said. I smiled. Mrs. Hills turned around. “Was it bad? Did you say something terrible? I just love good gossip. Was it a teacher?” she said. I could tell she wanted to know. She was moving her plain fingernails on the door. She was leaning her big ass on the door trying to keep her balance. “I’m not sure I can say. It would be very embarrassing for her. It was not a teacher. I have know her for sometime at the school. Mmmmmm……long pause. OK. Mrs. Hills I can see you want me to say…..she….wanted….to know if I could help….her make some extra money. She lost some money to a scam online. I told her about my new web site and how she could earn some extra money after school. Then she got mad. I got detention.” I said.

“Oh I see. Well that is unfortunate. How much could she have made?” Mrs. Hills said. “Depending on how good she was at it. Maybe a couple of hundred a session.” I said. “Wow! That sounds like allot. I can’t believe I keep asking these questions. Is this a bad wed site. One of those adult sites. Buck tell me the truth.” said Mrs. Hills. “Mmmm no! Not a bad site. Just good clean fun. Nothing she has not done with her husband. She could have made $300 tonight after school.” I said. “Oh Buck! I need to go home before I get into trouble. Step back young man. I can’t believe we talked. It’s no wonder she sent you to detention. I most go. We never talked. Good night!!!!” said Mrs. Hills.

I stepped back as she climbed into her front seat. I watched as she put her mini van in drive. She hit the gas to go pass me. I moved my head to follow her licence plate. A second later. Her purse fell at my feet. It rolled against my sandals. I bent down to pick it up. I looked back up to see no sign of her mini van. I opened her purse. I was going to try to call her. She must have a cell or a home phone. I looked through a bunch of bills in her purse. I could not find a number. I picked up one bill. It was from the power company. It was a final notice. They were going to shut off her power tomorrow. I pulled out a few more bills. They were all similar. Final notice or urgent marked on all of them. There was even a stub from her husband unemployment check. After last week. His benefits ran out.

I smiled as I put Mrs. Hills purse in my car. I pulled out her power bill. I put her address in my cell. I got directions to her house. I pulled in her driveway. She lived at the end of a long street. I only saw her mini van parked in front of the garage. I took out her purse. I put it under my arm. I put her power bill in my back pocket of my cargo shorts. I pushed the small toys off the sidewalk. I rang the door bell.

Ring! Ring! “Your back! All ready! What! Oh! Hi! Buck! I thought you were my husband with the kids. He took them to the town fair tonight.” said Mrs. Hills. “You dropped your purse. I figured you might want it right back. It fell off the roof of your mini van.” I said. “Thank you! Please come in. I don’t want my neighbors to see you. They are all very nosey. How did you find my house?” she said. “I looked at one of your bills. I was going to take your purse to the Principle office. But I thought they might see all the Final Notices on your bills. That might not be good for your review.” I said with a smile.

“Thank you. My husband lost his job. We have two small kids. I had to go back to work. I just found this job at the school. I can’t thank you enough. I can’t loose this job.” said Mrs. Hills. I reached in my back pocket. “MMMMmmm. There are quite a few over due bills in here. This one especially. It says there going to turn off your power tomorrow if you don’t pay.” I said. “What? Let me see. My husband was suppose to pay this last week. I forgot all about it. I gave him close to $400 to pay it. What am I going to do?” said Mrs. Hills. I just smiled as I checked her out some more.

“I could pay this bill for you. That if you want me to. How does that sound Mrs. Hills?” I said. “Oh! No! I can’t have you do that young man. I mean, it would not be right. I don’t take charity. We earn things in this house.” said Mrs. Hills. “It was just and idea. I am sure you have some money to pay.” I said. “I have some extra money in a jar on the fridge. Let me check it.” said Mrs. Hills. She turned to walk into her kitchen. A few minutes later she came back out in her living room. I was standing int he middle of the room next to her big white couch.

“Did you find it?” I said. “No! I did find a note from my husband. He used the money to go out the other night and he took some for beer tonight at the fair. I am in so much trouble. I don’t have any money to pay this bill. I won’t be able to go to work tomorrow with no power in the house. I am sure to get fired. What am I going to do?” she said. “Listen! I’ll pay the bill for you. It will be my pleasure. Then you will have power. Your husband will get a job tomorrow and you can pay me back.” I said. “Fat chance he will get a job. I just can’t believe this. I am so good with my money. This has never happen to me before. You so nice to offer to help. But I can’t have one of my student pay my electric bill. I have to earn the money to pay it.” said Mrs. Hills.

I reached into my pocket. I pulled out a wad of money. I smiled. Mrs. Hills eyes got really big. “One…two…three..four…hundred.” I said. I took out $400 and placed it on the edge of the couch. “Buck! What are you doing?” she said. I smiled again. “I am going to show you how you can earn some extra money Mrs. Hills. I have wanted to do this since I first saw you in class. Come here! You can earn this much in a few minutes. Then you can pay your electric bill. I will leave. I can keep secrets Mrs. Hills. You have my word.” I said. She moved closer to the couch. She was now in front of me as her ass was toward the couch. “That allot of money young man. I am twice your age. Your my student. What…what…do you want me to do. How long do have to do this???” she whispered.

“Just relax. Take off your sweater. This will be over in a few minutes. Then you can pay your over due bill. You will have power. You can keep your job. You just have to be good and do what I say now Mrs. Hills. Put your sweater on the couch. MMMmmmm those are nice. You should not hide them so much. You have a great figure Mrs. H…..” I said. She turned to set her brown sweater on the edge of the couch. She turned to face me. Her large breast were about ready to exploded from her old bra. Her white lace bra was worn and the edges were torn in spots. She probably had not gotten new bras or lingerie since she was single. I stood there and stared at her voluptuous body. My cock twitched in my cargo shorts. I was hard as a rock. All 9 3/4 inches was down my right leg.

I stepped closer to her. “Put your hands up over your head. Just like that.” I said. I reached under her huge breast to pull up on her bra. Her large milky white breast fell down her chest. Her bra was in the air up her arms. I held it with one hand between her elbows. “Oh!!!!!” she said. “Toss that worn bra on the floor Mrs. Hills. Watch you plant. Your breast sit so high on your chest. There so big and firm. If you did not tell me about your two kids. I would have never known. There so perfect. Your big nipples are so hard. Here let me rub them.” I said. I moved my hand to pinch her thumb size nipples. They were hard as my cock. She had two large pink 4 inch aeroles on her large breast. Each of her breast felt like two small beach balls as I played with them. I brought her right nipple to my mouth. I sucked on it very hard. “Oh god! My husband thinks there to big young man. They have not been played with like this in years.” she moaned.

She titled her head back. Her eyes were closed. I dropped my free hand down to pull up my shirt over my head. I tossed my shirt on her bra next to the plant. I kicked off my sandals. I unbuckled my long black belt. I then dropped my cargo shorts around my ankles. She heard my belt hit the carpet. Her head tilted back up. She looked down to see me in just my white boxer briefs. My cock was straining against the thin white material. The purple head of my cock could be seen under the white material. She opened her mouth. “What are you doing???” she said. I did not say anything. I moved her left hand to the front of my under wear. I pulled down my underwear with her hand freeing my cock.

She gasped as she saw my naked cock. I had shaved last night before bed. All the hair on my body was shaved. I had left a small patch above my cock. Her eyes and mouth were open wide. I put her small hand around my cock. I used her hand to jack my cock a few times. After a minute I let go of her hand. She was still jacking my cock. My naked balls were swaying from her hand on my cock. I felt my balls touch her skin a few times. I pushed on her shoulders causing her to fall down to her knees. I took my cock and placed it on her natural lips. After a few minutes she opend her mouth and swirled her tongue around my cock. She placed her hands on my balls. She now was sucking my cock. She used long strokes with her right hand on my shaft. She licked the tip.

I placed my hand on her curly blonde hair. She looked up with her eyes at me. I smiled as I began to fuck her mouth. I could feel her breast rub against my thighs. I wrapped her hair around my hand, as I fucked her face. She gagged a few times but finally got used to the size. She could only get a few inches inside her mouth. I pulled out my cock and ran my balls in her mouth. She got the left, then the right one in her mouth. After a few minutes I pulled them out of her wet mouth. She went right back to sucking my cock. I was close to cumming. She was sucking my cock better than I expected. I had lusted after her for so long. I was about ready to coat her breast with a big load. I leaned back as my legs moved.

“Open up! Stick out those breast. Hold the bottom of your breast Mrs. H. God that is nice. Her I cum!!!! YES!!! YES!!! Fuck!!!!!!!!!” I grunted. I unleashed a big load on her breast and face. She had closed her eyes. I got some on her fore head and a little over her right eye. Her big breast were soaked with my semen. Even I was like damn that was allot.

I was breathing heavy as she used her fingers to scoop up my cum. I stuck my cock in her mouth to have her clean my off. She sucked my balls clean next. She still had my load on her face and breast. I helped her to her feet. “Turn around. Pull down those brown pants Mrs. Hills. Let me see your big ass. I just love those skirts you wear in class. Put your knees on the couch. Right on the edge. That a good Teacher. Put your face in the cushion. You won’t need this hose your wearing. I like you better with out hosiery Mrs. Hills. You have such long curvy legs. Put your knees together.” I said as I ripped off her tan hosiery and threw it on the carpet next to my right foot.

My cock was hard in my right hand. I looked down as I guided it to Mrs. Hills pussy. She looked over her shoulder. “Oh God! My husband! I never cheated before. Wait! Buck! Moan….” said Mrs. Hills. I had the tip of my cock just inside her super tight pussy. I pushed down with my big hands on her lower back. Just above her big ass. I started to slowly fuck her pussy. “Mrs. Hills!!! Your so tight. Your pussy is so hot. Your not cheating if your paying the electric bill.” I grunted in her left ear. I started to really fuck her pussy faster. Her large breast slapped on her chest. I pushed on her back so her face was smashed against the seat cushion. I reached around her wide hips to grope her breast. I pinched her nipples again making her moan. This caused her pussy to quake. “I’m cumming!! Oh god young man. I have not orgasm in years. You bastard. Fuck your cock is so big. Your touching me in places I never had anyone before.” she grunted.

About twenty minutes later I thrusted in as far as my cock would go. Her big ass pushed on my abs. I held onto her hips as I shot a big load in her tight pussy. I climbed off her as she collapsed on the couch. I fucked her pussy one more time in her bed upstairs before I left out the front door. I drove home that night.

The next morning I went to school early. I watched as Mrs. Hills parked her mini van. I skipped my 2nd period class to find Mrs. Hills in her class room all alone. I pushed her body against the wall as I pulled off her skirt. She moaned as she slammed her pussy on my cock. I fucked her in the corner of the class room. The same place they put the kids in class for being bad. I erupted another load in her pussy before I left. I left some money on her desk to pay her telephone bill.

I sat in the first row of her math class after lunch. She kept checking my cock out as I touched myself under my desk. Her eyes got real big when I pulled it out for her to look at. Later I followed her out to the parking lot after school. I fucked her in her mini van. I paid one of her credit card bills over her phone before she had to go home. She did not want her husband becoming suspicious of her being out late. It was Friday. I was not sure how I was going to survive with out Mrs. Hills for two days.

The next day I drove out to her house. I drove around until I spotted her pushing a baby carriage into the park. Her husband was carrying there other kid in his hands. I parked my car and walked into the park. I walked around the side meeting them half way in the park. “Hi! Mrs. Hills!” I said. “Oh! Hi! Buck!” said Mrs. Hills. “Who is this Amber?” said her husband. “This is Buck from school. He is a student in my math class. How are you today young man?” she said. “Good! Just out for a walk. I was looking for the bathroom in the park. Do you know where they are?” I said. Her husband pointed across the park near the front gate. I waited a few minutes. Mrs. Hills talked to her husband. Then I saw Mrs. Hills walk toward the front gate.

A few minutes later I had her stuffed in a bathroom stall. She was riding my cock with her feet against the wall. I was sitting on the toilet as she rode my cock. Her husband was still walking with the kids as I fucked his wife. I picked her up and fucked her against the bathroom wall. I left my cock in her again as I orgasm deep inside her. She was still dripping as she put on her clothes. I washed off my cock in the sink as she watched me. I reached in her bra and left her some money for another bill. She gave me a big kiss. “I have to go on a field trip on Monday. When you get done with school. Meet me at my house. Here my address Mrs. Hills. Make up an excuse for your husband. Your going to be home late that night.” I said.

Monday could not come any faster. The field trip was boring. I kept thinking about Mrs. Hills all day. I had the house to myself. My Grand Mother left for the night. I gave her some Bingo money.

About thirty minutes later I heard a knock at the door. I looked outside to see Mrs. Hills. She was wearing a big sweat shirt and some baggy pants. “Come on Mrs. Hills. I am glad you could make it. Follow me.” I said. I took her down stairs to the basement. She looked around my big room. There were lots of band posters and half naked ladies on the wall. I had a big chair in front of my computer. I had my web camera on. I had some members already online. They were expecting a hot older woman to put on a sex show for them. “I told my husband I had to help a student after class. I was earning some extra money. Why am I here?” she said. “I want you to get naked. Put on those clothes over there on my bed. Then walk over to that chair. I have a way for you to make some extra money for your bills. I am charging some people to watch you tonight on the computer. If you do a good job there might be a bonus in it for you. Don’t ask questions.” I said.

I walked over and took off my clothes. I sat naked with my cock pointing straight up. I fixed the camera so my cock was in view. I saw the web site hits getting higher. “You can’t show my face. Please don’t show my face. I will loose my job.” said Mrs. Hills. She was standing there in a school uniform. Pink skirt, and pink top. She had her hair in a pony tail. She was wearing some 6inch spiked heels. “Keep your back to the camera. They will never know. Now climb on my cock.” I said.

Mrs. Hills straddled my legs. She used her fingers to open her already wet pussy. She put her hands on my shoulders. I pulled her shirt over her head to suck on her boobs. I lifted her skirt up so everyone online could see my cock buried in her pussy. She was already moaning as she rode up and down on my cock. “MMMMmmmm that is really good. Keep fucking me. Faster! Slam your pussy on my cock. You like young cock in your tight pussy. Faster!!!!” I screamed. She kept slamming her pussy on my cock. I was biting her big nipples in my mouth. After thirty minutes I grunted and erupted in her hot pussy. I had her stand up and finger her pussy as my sperm dripped down her fingers for the camera. Before she left two hours later I fucked her in my bed. I gave her a big gift bag of clothes I had picked out for her online. She now had some new clothes to wear to school.

The next day at school she strutted into class wearing a super tight dress that showed off her amazing curves. I had spent an hour picking it out for her. I was surprised she wore it the first day back to class. I took her after school to get her hair, nails and her first tan session. She gave me a quick blow job in the tanning booth before she dropped me off at my house.

Two days later she came back to my house. I had a leather swing set up in the basement. I tied her up and put a leather mask on her face. I slapped her body with whips and my cock. I fucked her in the ass for the first time. I was making more money from new clients online. The web site was getting bigger. After our big show. Mrs. Hills stood next to me as I order her some sexy lingerie to wear. I sent everything to my house. “It’s a three day weekend tomorrow because of the holiday on Monday. Come over after 6pm tomorrow. Tell your husband to take the kids to his parents for the weekend. Tell him you got some papers to grade before Tuesday and you have to earn some extra cash.” I said.

I was sitting on my king size bed in my room. I forgot what time it was. I heard a knock at the front door. A minute later I heard the door open. I could hear some voices upstairs. “Oh! Bucky down in his room. He must need a lot of tutoring for school. Your the second Teacher today. Just go down those stairs. Tell him I am leaving to go play Bingo again. I hope your less noisy than the last Teacher. I heard her screaming his name an hour ago. He must be doing better in class. I nevered heard that many “YES!!!” from a Teacher before. Good night. Is your ass going to fit down those stairs young lady?” said my Grand Mother.

I heard some heels click down the stairs. Then my door to my room opened. “Buck! Vice Principle Tanner….what are you doing here????” said Mrs. Hills. “Hi! Amber! MMMmmmmmm…what’s it look like. I am sucking this big young cock. Once I found out how much extra money I could make from his web site. I saw your performance in the leather swing the other day. I thought I recognized your voice. I definitely recognized your big ass. Buck ordered me some things online to. Come here Mrs. Hills.” said Vice Principle Vicky Tanner.

I had a few cameras placed around the room. “My face Buck!” said Mrs. Hills. “Hold on. I ran naked up stairs. I pulled out a brown bag from under the sink. I cut two holes for eyes and a big hole for her mouth. By the time I got down to my room Mrs. Hills was naked standing just inside the door. I placed the brown paper bag on her head. Mrs. Tanner giggled. She walked over and guided Mrs. Hills to my bed. “What are you doing? I thought it was just Buck and I. I…I…I never done this with a woman. Not even in college. Your breast are on mine. Your nipples are rubbing against mine….Please!! Stop sucking my nipples!!!!” screamed Mrs. Hills.

I got off the bed to adjust the cameras. I clicked on my web site to see the the cash rolling in. Vicky had Amber on her back. She was licking her pussy. I could heard the bag on Mrs. Hills head shake on the bed. She had her hands on Vicky long dark brunette hair. Her light skin was against the Vice Principle dark tan skin. I stroked my cock as I watched them. I picked up a camera to get closer. Vicky smiled as she saw the camera near her face. I had zoomed in her tongue buried deep inside Mrs. Hills wet pussy. Vicky was using one finger in her pussy and one in Mrs. Hills pussy. I stuck my cock in Vicky mouth for a minute. She put three fingers inside Mrs. Hills pussy. I heard Mrs. Hills scream under her bag as she came all over Vicky fingers. She spit out my cock and licked her friends juices off her fingers. I dropped the camera on the floor next to my bed.

Mrs. Hills was on all fours. I put my hard cock in her ass. Vice Principle Tanner got in front of her Mrs. Hills. She pulled the brown bag just enough so Mrs. Hills could lick her pussy. I heard the Vice Principle moan as I started to fuck Mrs. Hills ass. I was slapping her big ass as each girl pussy was getting wetter. I heard the web cam move as more clients got online. I picked up the pace as I spanked Mrs. Hills big ass. I used my hands along with Vicky hands to spank Mrs. Hills ass. I reached under her waist to grab Mrs. Hills big breast. I was slamming them together as I fucked her big ass. Mrs. Hills moan. Vicky moaned. I moaned for god sake.

After a few different positions I stood up. I picked up the fallen camera off the floor. I was now looking down in the camera as each girl was on her knees with my cock in front of there faces. Vicky sucked my cock first. She passed the tip through the open hole in the brown bag to Mrs. Hills mouth. I started to fuck her face as Vicky licked under my balls. I grabbed the top of the bag as I fucked Mrs. Hills mouth faster. The girls moaned again. I could feel all there breast smashing against each other as the bed moved. A few minutes more I pulled my cock out as the Vice Principle aimed my cock at Mrs. Hills breast. I erupted missing both girls large breast that were pushed together. Instead I hit the brown bag covering Mrs. Hills head. My cum dripped all over the bag. I saw Mrs. Hills tongue come out to lick up my goo.

After that I told Amber I could remove her face from the computer. That anything she did could not be seen buy anybody. I had special cameras that could hide her face and voice. I spent the next three days taking pics, making more home made movies with them. I fucked each hot older lady around the house. We even used her mini van in the garage for a special shoot. We got paid double for that private shoot. I lost count how many times we fucked on the web site.

It’s been about three weeks since I got both Mrs. Hills and Mrs. Tanner to meet in my basement. I got all there bills paid in full. They got a little extra to stay ahead of the game. Neither one of there husbands has caught on. They still believe there making extra money after school. I bought a new house near the school. I was running out of money paying for all that Bingo for my Grand Mother. I had to get a new car to fit my new clothes.

“Good Morning Mrs. Hills. This is Principle Tanner. I need Mr. Kelly to report to my office. I also need to see you for your follow up on your review. Thank you.” I moved my hand under my desk. “Ok! Class do exercise 2-3 in your text book. Mr. Kelly follow me. You must be in trouble again young man.” said Mrs. Hills. The kids in class laughed. Mrs. Tanner had got promoted. There was some rumors around the school that the previous Principle had been sleeping with a cheerleader.

I opened the door to the Principle office. She was sitting with her back to us in a big leather chair. Mrs. Hills closed the door. I watched as Mrs. Tanner turned her chair. She was naked except for a big ruler in one hand. “Mrs. Hills grab his wrist and hold him. It’s time for his weekly corporal punishment. Your next. Take off your new dress. Some of the boys in your class have reported to me that they can’t concentrate when your dressed like that. I need a new Vice Principle to help me with this young man. He is a bad influence. What do you say?” said Mrs. Tanner. “Oh I think I can help. I loved to be your new Vice Principle. Will I have to work late and spend more time with both of you?” said Mrs. Hills. “Yes!” said Vicky.

“Smack! Smack!” My jeans were down to my ankles. Both hot older ladies were spanking my ass with a ruler. I could hear the camera in the Principle office above her desk move. I had put a web cam for an afternoon show above her desk. I also put one under her desk to have her play with her pussy on camera. There was one under Mrs. Hills desk in her class room. “Ummmmm. Thanks girls. Your both doing a great job. The web site is getting bigger. I was wondering…….. I met the new Spanish Teacher this morning in the hallway. She coming over after school today to give me a Spanish lesson.” I said. “Wait! You don’t know Spanish. Your not even in her class…. She our new Foreign Exchange Teacher this year.” said Mrs. Tanner and Mrs. Hills. “I know. She was telling my about bring her husband and kids from her homeland. It cost allot of money to bring them here. She was asking about making some extra money…after school” I said.

Giggty Giggty……….Gooooooooo

Love,

Buck

XooX

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Ron quickly comes up with a plan to hide his failure from the Dark Lord as Harry prepares to raid Gringott’s.

This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author.

Chapter 7 part 2
Ron stood in horror as he felt his mask fly away, revealing his face to Harry. Ron saw Harry standing in shock and mouth the word, ‘Ron’ as he saw Dobby return and take Harry’s hand in his own. Seeing Bellatrix’s antique silver knife on the ground, Ron quickly picked it up and threw it with all his might at them. As if in slow motion, Ron watched Harry and Dobby begin to fade away in a cloud of light until finally they disappeared with a loud crack.

‘ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!’ screamed Ron as he dropped to his knees in fury. Ron could feel anger seething through his veins as he contemplated the fact that Harry had escaped his clutches again. Taking a final look around the battle strewn room, Ron stood up and with a quick turn, disappeared into thin air. Wind and snow howled around Ron as he appeared at the top of a high mountain. Suddenly, Ron let out an inhuman blood curdling scream of rage as he dropped to his knees and started beating the ground in anger. Even with all his newly acquired power, Ron felt for the first time in a long while… scared.

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With a groan, Draco woke up and sat himself up on the soft carpet of his living room.
‘Ahhh fuck,’ Draco moaned as he circled his aching jaw gingerly where Harry had punched him surprisingly hard. Draco quickly looked round the room and noticed that Ron, Wormtail and Bellatrix had gone. Luna and Dean however, lay a distance away, their arms and legs tied tightly together. Suddenly, the doors burst open as Ron marched into the room in a hurry.

‘Where have you bee……,’ Draco began to ask until he stopped, noticing Ron’s appearance. Ron was even paler then usual and his wand arm seemed to be shaking slightly. His robes were drenched and flecks of what looked like snow covered his hair and robes. Ron quickly walked over to Draco and helped him easily to his feet.
‘Just been off to release a bit of steam,’ replied Ron as Draco looked worriedly back at him.
‘Where are Potter and Granger?’ asked Draco quickly as Ron’s face went even colder.
‘They got away,’ said Ron simply, ‘my cover’s blown as well, Potter saw my face.’ Draco swore loudly as Ron noticed Luna and Dean tied up on the floor.
‘Look Draco we don’t have much time,’ said Ron almost manically, ‘if the Dark Lord ever finds out we let Potter and Granger escape again he’ll kill us. Quick, help me take Luna up to your room then I’ll let you know what the plan is.’ Obediently, Draco took hold of Luna’s legs as Ron grabbed her body and carried her out of the room, up the stairs and into Draco’s grand bedroom. Pansy, who had been laying on the King sized bed, suddenly sprang to her feet as Ron and Draco entered the room, carrying Luna.

‘What is she doing here?’ asked Ron as he and Draco flung Luna on to the bed.
‘A man has needs you know Ron,’ said Draco defensively as Ron eyed Pansy.
‘Fair enough, in fact…..,’ said Ron as he looked from Luna to Pansy, ‘….anyway, we need to alter everyone’s minds so they forget Potter and Granger were ever here. You can go and do Dean, Bellatrix and Wormtail and I’ll do Luna here. Also you are a skilled legilimens now aren’t you Draco? You need to plant a false memory in Wormtail’s mind so that if the Dark Lord asks why Ginny isn’t here, Wormtail will say it’s his fault. Can I count on you Draco?’ asked Ron as he gave Draco’s shoulder a squeeze. Draco gave a determined nod as he quickly left the room, leaving Ron, Luna and Pansy alone.

‘What’s going on Ron,’ asked Pansy suspiciously as she stood hands on hips. Ron didn’t answer as he slowly turned to face her.
‘Imperio!’ Ron suddenly cried as he pointed his wand at her. Pansy swayed slowly on the spot until finally she looked at Ron with a submissive look.
‘Lie on the bed and be quiet,’ Ron ordered her as Pansy obliged. Ron quickly went over to the bed and untied the ropes around Luna’s slender ankles and wrists. Luna gave a small moan of pain as Ron cast the imperius curse on her as well.

‘I need a release,’ said Ron to himself as he removed his sodden robes, revealing his cold, powerful body, ‘if my plan doesn’t work I could be killed, or worse…..’ Ron lay in the middle of the bed as he controlled Pansy and Luna with his mind. Suddenly, the two girls jumped off the bed and stood by the edge of it as they placed their hands on each other’s asses. They gave each other a lustful smile as they began to kiss each other dirtily on the lips.
‘Yeahhh,’ grunted Ron in delight as he began to pump his soft cock at the show Luna and Pansy were giving him. Ravenously, Luna and Pansy began to tear each other’s clothes away until they both stood naked before Ron. Ron looked at the girl’s pussy’s with delight as he first looked at Luna’s small pussy, with wispy blonde hair covering it and then at Pansy’s completely bald pussy. Ron then stared at Pansy’s delicious D sized tits and admired Draco’s taste as Pansy began sucking on Luna’s small tits.

‘Mmmm yeah,’ moaned Luna playfully as she felt Pansy’s tongue flit all around her areola and nipple. Luna stared at Ron and bit her lower lip teasingly as she began to shake Pansy’s breast aggressively, causing it to ripple seductively. After having a good suck on each other’s breasts, Luna and Pansy began to make out once more with long, sloppy kisses as their hands went to each other’s clits.
‘Yeah play with each other’s pussies,’ moaned Ron who was by now nursing a massive hard-on. Pansy and Luna moaned into each other’s mouths in delight as the twin feeling of their kissing and their pussies being played with made each other hornier.

‘Come and suck my cock,’ ordered Ron after a while, as he peeled back his foreskin in preparation. Luna and Pansy smiled at each other as they bounded over to Ron and joined him on the bed. Ron dragged Luna by her slender hips and had her straddle his face as he began to lick at her tight pussy. As Ron started to lick Luna out, Pansy took hold of Ron’s fat dick by the base and spat on it a few times, rubbing in the thick strands of saliva into his shaft. Pansy quickly began to devour Ron’s cock as she began to suck on it quickly.
‘Mmmpf,’ mumbled Pansy as she tried to give a moan through a mouthful of cock. As Pansy sucked Ron’s cock, she began to fondle his tightening ball-sack, letting her sharp fingernails rake along his soft, wrinkly sack.

‘Ahhhh yeah,’ Ron moaned in appreciation as he continued to suck on Luna’s pussy. Ron placed his hands on each of Luna’s bum cheeks as pulled on her pussy lips lightly with his teeth. Ron gave Luna’s ass a hard squeeze as he soon found the little nub that was her clit and began to lick it and suck it quickly.
‘Mmmm Ron,’ Luna panted as she began to play with her own breasts. Ron spanked her ass hard with each moan she gave, as his tongue was like a blur all over her pussy, lubricating it nicely with his wet, tongue.
Pansy by now was deep-throating Ron’s cock effortlessly as she worked tirelessly to please Ron. She removed Ron’s cock from her mouth with a pop and quickly began to suck and blow lightly on his head, eliciting moans from Ron in the process. With a quick rub of her own wet pussy, Pansy straddled Ron’s hips and positioned his dick over her entrance. Quickly, she lowered herself down onto Ron, impaling herself on his fat, 6 inch dick.

‘Ahhhh fuck,’ moaned Ron who paused his licking of Luna’s cunt to watch Pansy bounce up and down on his cock, ‘yeah that’s it Pansy, ride my dick,’ said Ron lustfully as he felt Pansy’s pussy walls tighten around his cock in response. Pansy soon picked up a steady rythm, as she brought her weight forward so that she could kiss and bite Luna on the neck.
‘Ooo my,’ moaned Luna in a high pitched voice as a combination of Ron spanking her ass, licking her pussy and Pansy suckling on her neck caused her to orgasm. A gush of clear, pussy juices erupted from her vagina and landed nicely on Ron’s tongue as her body began to ripple in pleasure.

‘You taste so sweet,’ commented Ron as he lifted Luna off him so he could get a better view of Pansy. Pansy smiled back at Ron, glad of the attention she was now getting off Ron as she suddenly went balls deep onto Ron’s lap. Ron groaned back in appreciation as he placed his hands on her slim hips, which she began to grind and circle quickly.
‘Mmm yeah,’ moaned Ron as he watched Pansy take her large tit to her mouth and begin to suck seductively on her nipple. In response, Luna took her chest to Ron’s mouth, who quickly began to devour her small breasts.
‘Ahhh that’s nice Ron,’ groaned Luna as she felt her entire right breast enter into Ron’s mouth. Ron greedily began to suckle on her teat like a baby as he sucked and slurped all over it. Luna ran her fingers through Ron’s hair as she did this as Pansy began to bounce on Ron’s cock at a furious rate. Finally, after a few more minutes, Ron stood up from the bed and looked down at the two eager girls’.

‘Turn round and bed over now,’ said Ron commandingly. The two girl’s giggled as with a quick kiss on each other’s lips, they turned round and got on all four’s so Ron had a great view of their asses.
‘Shit,’ said Ron appreciatively as he looked at their asses which were placed side by side. Pansy’s looked rather flat he thought but Luna’s was gorgeously curvy and smooth. Ron smiled as he walked over to Pansy’s ass and gave it a quick spank. Pansy gave a little moan at this unexpected sensation, as quick as a flash, Ron whipped his dick into her pussy and began to fuck her once more.

‘Yeah…..yeah……yeah,’ panted Ron as he began to thrust into Pansy’s pussy quickly. Ron stood, legs wide apart as with each thrust, he slapped Pansy’s ass hard to and fro.
‘Ahhh Ron……ahhh yeah harder,’ begged Pansy as Ron began to spank her ass hard, so that angry red marks appeared on her pale cheeks. As he continued to give Pansy a hard fucking, Ron sucked his forefinger and reached over to Luna’s tight asshole. With a little bit of probing, Ron’s finger suddenly slipped knuckle deep into her tight ass, causing Luna to give a high pitched moan. The room was suddenly filled with the moaning of the three teenagers as they continued to pleasure each other. Luna and Pansy, who were kneeling on all four’s side by side, started to kiss each other once more, letting their tongues playfully wrestle each other in their mouths.

With a final hard thrust that caused Ron’s groin to smack loudly into Pansy’s ass, Ron sloppily removed his wet dick from Pansy’s pussy with a pop and took a few steps sideways towards Luna. Ron bent his knees slightly as he took hold of his fat dick and began to try and force it into Luna’s ass. For a few moments, he struggled until suddenly, Luna slammed her ass into Ron’s groin, so that 5 inches of his dick suddenly broke into her ass.

‘Ahhhh fuck!’ Ron panted as his weight collapsed onto Luna’s back. Ron took a hold of Luna’s hips to steady himself as he pushed himself up into a standing position once more. With the added lubrication of Pansy’s pussy juices on his cock, Ron was soon thrusting easily into Luna’s ass, who was moaning loudly in pleasure. Ron dug his fingers into Luna’s flesh, feeling her soft, supple skin under his fingers as he continued to pound his young dick into her. Ron by now was red-faced as he began to feel the pressure building up in his cock. As if sensing Ron’s climax, Luna clenched her ass tightly around Ron’s cock inside of her, so that his sensitive head was suddenly constricted even more. Ron could start to feel his knees tremble slightly as his thrusting started to become more erratic and hard. Ron began to spank Luna’s pale, curvy ass hard, causing her to moan even more as his panting became shallower and quicker with each thrust.

‘Ahhh God I’m cumming,’ grunted Ron loudly as he swiftly removed his cock from Luna’s ass and began to rub it furiously. Ron looked down at the two girl’s asses as they wiggled and swayed them erotically as Ron gave them each a spank with his spare hand. Suddenly, Ron felt his body tighten as he felt waves of excitement and pleasure overcome his body.
‘Ahhhhh…….ahhhh fuck, ahhhhh,’ moaned Ron as cum started to spurt from his cock erratically. Strands of cum landed on the two girl’s asses as Ron, his legs wide apart continued to spray his load over the girl’s, who were moaning encouragingly at Ron. With a final groan, Ron finished cumming on the girl’s bums as he admired his work. His pure white cum had completely pasted the two girl’s asses as dribbles of his seed began to seep down their cracks and onto their glistening pussies. Ron stood for a while and watched his cum begin to flow down to their pussies as he felt his breathing begin to steady.

‘Scourgify,’ said Ron eventually, pointing his wand at their asses as his cum disappeared, ‘get dressed quickly.’ The two girls followed Ron’s orders as the three of them quickly found their clothes and began to re-dress.
‘Obliviate!’ shouted Ron at each of the girl’s, as a bright halo of light enveloped their heads, wiping their memories. Just as Ron put away his soft cock, Draco burst into the room, slightly red-faced as if he had been running.
‘I’ve done what you asked Ron,’ panted Draco as Ron clapped Draco affectionately on the shoulder.
‘Excellent, good work Draco, very good work,’ said Ron cheerily.
‘I hope Pansy didn’t bore you too much,’ said Draco as he and Ron went to leave the room, leaving the two girls who were staring at them blankly.
‘O no,’ said Ron as just before he left the room, he gave the two girls’ a wink, ‘she proved to be very helpful.’

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It was early morning, and Harry lay beside Ginny in their bed watching her sleep. Ginny’s head was snuggled deeply into Harry’s shoulder and her arm hung loosely around Harry’s middle as he stared into her beautiful face. Harry listened to the sound of her soft breathing and loved the sight of her voluminous hair, lazily covering her face. Harry began to tenderly stroke the side of her pale, naked body as he watched her eyes begin to slowly flicker open.

‘Morning gorgeous,’ whispered Harry as he carefully swept her flaming red hair from her eyes.
‘Heyyyy handsome,’ said Ginny sleepily as she gave Harry a sloppy kiss on the lips, ‘what’s the matter?’ asked Ginny as Harry gave a sigh and rolled onto his back.
‘Today’s the day Ginny,’ said Harry as he felt Ginny begin to rub his chest affectionately, ‘the plans complete, today’s the day I break into Gringotts.’ Ginny snuggled in closer to Harry, causing the bed sheets to move down slightly, revealing more of their naked bodies to each other.
‘But I thought you would be happy that your back fighting You Know Who again?’ said Ginny as she began to tenderly kiss Harry’s shoulder.
‘I am,’ replied Harry as he placed an arm around Ginny’s shoulder, ‘but these last few weeks with you have just been……amazing. I don’t want to leave you again.’
‘O Harry,’ said Ginny in a watery voice as she dropped her hand to Harry’s tummy, feeling it slowly rise and fall in time with his breathing, ‘you have to go Harry. If you don’t the world will never be safe…..we’ll never be safe.’

‘You’re right,’ sighed Harry sadly as he began to casually play with Ginny’s hair, ‘I’m just being selfish.’
‘Harry Potter,’ said Ginny suddenly as she looked into Harry’s eyes, ‘you are the least selfish person I know. You are the kindest, most brave man I’ve ever known, and I love you with all my heart.’ Harry smiled up into Ginny’s beautiful face as she gave him the most passionate kiss he had ever experienced. Harry placed his hand on the back of her head as they continued to kiss, their lips glued together in a loving passion. Harry felt Ginny’s soft, wet tongue enter into his mouth and begin to tenderly massage the inside of his lips. As they continued to kiss each other lovingly, Harry suddenly felt Ginny’s hand descend underneath the bed sheets and take hold of his morning glory.

‘Ahhh,’ moaned Harry into Ginny’s mouth as he felt her begin to pump his long shaft. Harry took Ginny right soft, supple breast in his hand and began to circle it and squeeze it gently as Ginny began to stroke his cock harder and faster. Ginny let her kisses descend to Harry’s neck, as she kissed and nibbled Harry’s sensitive neck.
‘Mmmmm,’ Harry groaned as he felt Ginny begin to rub his cock faster. For a few minutes, the sound of Ginny’s sucking on Harry’s neck, as well as the sound of her fist beating into Harry’s groin filled the room as Harry began to groan and pant in ecstasy. The feel of Harry’s hard, warm cock in her small hand felt so good to Ginny as she then began to kiss Harry once more on his soft lips. Ginny felt like she was in heaven; the man she had loved for years, lying naked in bed with her. Ginny felt Harry’s tongue enter her mouth and begin to explore her warm mouth. She could hear Harry’s groaning become louder and louder as they kissed, as she tightened her grip on Harry’s cock.

‘Ahhhh Gin, I’m about to cum,’ Harry groaned as he stopped kissing Ginny and placed his hands in her messy hair. Ginny wrapped her fingers around Harry’s long dick even tighter as she began to rub his cock at a fast pace, eliciting moans from Harry in the process. Ginny watched Harry, as his chest began to rise and fall faster and his stomach suck in slightly as suddenly a high moan escaped his sweet lips.
‘Ooo Ginny,’ moaned Harry suddenly as his body suddenly experienced an explosion of pleasure. A fountain of his cum suddenly erupted from the tip of his 7 inch cock and landed all over his tummy and Ginny’s hand. Ginny continued to rub Harry’s cock quickly as smaller and smaller amounts of his white seed gushed out of his cock until finally, the electric feeling around his body subsided and his panting began to slow down.

Ginny smiled at Harry as she took her cum pasted hand to her mouth and longingly licked it clean. Once every juice of Harry’s sweet tasting cum was licked clean from her hand, she collected the large amount of juices on Harry’s stomach and scooped it up and drank that lustfully too.
‘That was the best breakfast ever,’ said Ginny with a giggle as Harry laughed out loud. Ginny lay back on the bed once more as the two of them lay on their sides facing each other. Harry placed his hands on her pale, curvy bum and gave it a firm squeeze as they continued to kiss and cuddle for a good while. Reluctantly, Harry eventually rose from the bed when he began to hear the others awake and make their way down for breakfast.

‘I’ll be off soon,’ said Harry as he went to grab a towel in preparation for a shower, ‘I may not see you again for a while Gin,’ said Harry sadly as Ginny sat up against the bed-rest. Ginny watched as the most beautiful man she ever knew walked around the room naked, getting his clothes ready for after his shower. Ginny smiled up at Harry as she watched his soft dick sway and bounce with each step he took as finally he stood by the door that led to the shower.
‘I’m certain you’ll succeed Harry,’ said Ginny gently to Harry, ‘this isn’t goodbye, more like see you later.’ Harry smiled at Ginny before turning away and entering the shower.
‘I hope what you say is true Ginny,’ whispered Harry to himself as he turned on the shower and stepped in, his mind heavy in thought of what he was going to do that day.

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A girl goes looking for her sister in the wrong place

The Bondage Club
Chapter 3

Kendall’s sex was completely sore for sitting for several hours on the Sybian with no relief from the low vibrating machine. Worst, was the fact she was unable to have an organism though she desperately wanted to. The only semi-relief she had was when another mistress named Kathleen came over for a spell to talk to Amanda. She was beautiful to look at with a small rounded face. Ruby red lips and dark eyes. Her hair was parted on the side and cut into a bob the length of her chin. She had a slender body and wore a micro black leather miniskirt to which Kendall could seed from her vantage point she wasn’t wearing any undergarments. Her medium size breasts were also exposed as she wore the frame of a bra but without the cups. Black leather thigh high boots adorned her legs completing her outfit.

She carried a riding crop in her right hand while her left held a leash. The other end of the leash was connected to the collar around the powerful neck of a very muscular man who crawled on all fours next to Mistress Kathleen’s left leg. He was naked except a pouch which covered his member. A ring on the outside of the pouch at the base of his cock connected to another ring pulled tight just above the ball sack. This gizmo kept the man/dog rock hard and Kendall could see even though it was in a covered pouch that his man-hood was large. Very large.

While Mistress Kathleen was sitting and talking with Mistress Amanda, the man/dog began sniffing around Kendall. He sniffed her leg and followed it upwards to her sex but because of the position she was in, leaning forward on the Sybian, he wasn’t able to get his nose in close. So instead he worked his way around to her backside where he found her ass covered by the catsuit. Using his nose and tongue he was able to get a hold of the partially open zipper and pull it further up. Soon he had his nose pressed in between her splayed ass cheeks sniffing at her bung hole. Thrusting out his tongue, he began to lick her hole. Though Kendall had a few boyfriends in the past, none of them every so much as touched her ass hole never the less have put a tongue to it. She was surprised at how good it actually felt and was moaning in pleasure when the man/dog’s mistress noticed and jerked his leash pulling him away.
“What the hell are you doing?” She basically screamed. “Heal Manfred!” And the man/dog went and knelt besides his Mistress’ leg.

Putting the riding crop up under Kendall’s chin, she lifted her head up to face her. “What the hell do you think you where doing allowing my dog to lick you like that? I didn’t give him permission to lick your shitty ass! You need to be punished for that! Maybe in the future I’ll have you brought to my kennels and have you mated with one of my mastiffs.” She proclaimed. “But for now I think this will do nicely,” and reaching down yanked off the two nipple clips off of Kendall.
Thinking she’d was going to find some relief from the numbness that had set in since the weighted clips were placed on her nipples, Kendall was in for a shock as the blood rushed forward back into them making it feel as if a thousand needless where jabbing them simultaneously. Her muffled scream into the cock gag brought a smile of pleasure to the Mistress’ face, knowing how much pain the action had really caused.

After awhile her nipples felt as if they had returned to normal and Mistress Kathleen and her man/dog left and went about their way. A short time later she heard a familiar voice saying hello to Mistress Amanda. She looked up and saw her sister Kim moving toward them. Shorter then Kendall’s 5’10”, Kim stood taller than her 5’3″ frame as she wore a pair of 4″ stilettos. A leather pencil skirt covered her curvy 38” hips to just above her knees and a shear blouse did nothing to hide her ample 36D breasts and was short enough to expose her 26” tummy. Her black hair was teased so it flowed around her head almost giving her the look of a lion’s mane.

Kendall tried to get her sister’s attention but her muffled voice could be hardly heard in the club. Her only hope was if Mistress Amanda reveled who she was to Kim.

“Kim! Good to see you. Please, come have a seat next to me.”

Kim sat down to the left of Amanda.

“How are you?

“Well, thank you.”

“Are you enjoying what our establishment has to offer?”

“Yes, for sure. I’ve really been enjoying it. I’m glad my application for enrollment was accepted.”

“The board and I thought you’d be a good fit with our life style.”

“Thank you, I’m so glad to be a part of this club.”

“Tell me, are the other members treating you well?”

“Oh yes, and that Mistress Venus that you introduced me too has been showing me the things I need to accomplish to become full fledged Mistress myself instead of only an honorary one.”

“Yes. Well one of the things you’ll need to do is get yourself a willing slave.”

“Speaking of slaves, I see you have yourself a new one.” Kim said glancing at the girl on the Sybian and thinking there was something familiar about her.

“Yes, I just acquired her this afternoon.”

“She looks kind of young.”

“Old enough.”

“I noticed she isn’t pierced yet?”

“Yes, I still have to get that done.” An evil thought passed through Amanda’s mind. “Say, you wouldn’t want to help me with that would you?” She asked.
“Really?” Kim answered. “I’d love too!”

“Good. Then lets take her to my private play room then.” Amanda said and stood up. Reaching down she turned off the Sybian and pulled Kendall off of it.
Kendall began to try and stand when Amanda pushed her back down onto her knees. “I didn’t give you permission to stand, bitch! You follow me on your knees.” She said and started to walk away pulling on her leash.

Kendall desperately tried to keep up but failed.

Amanda turned to Kim who was following along. “I think this slave needs some motivation.” And handed Kim her own leather ridding crop.

“It would be my pleasure.” She answered. Smacking Kendall on her ass with the crop, she said, “Move slave.” And gave her a few more smacks of the crop.
Kendall was forced to follow along on her knees across the club room and into and down a hallway, all along being smacked on the ass with the crop by her sister. They passed several doors on both sides of the hall until they came to one at the end of the hall marked #1. Using a key, Mistress Amanda opened the door and pulled Kendall in behind her followed by her sister Kim. Without turning around, Kendall heard the door to the room close behind and a bolt thrown with a resounding “click.” Kendall immediate felt a sense of dread. If only she could get Kim to realize it was her.

The women lifted Kendall to her feet and then forced her to lay on her arms on a waist high leather covered bench. She was then strapped down to the bench with straps around her waist and above and bellow her breasts. Chains where attached to the cuffs around her booted ankles after the hobble chain was removed and then pulled, lifting her legs up and apart in a Y-shape.

Amanda gathered several things and placed them on a rolling table and then rolled it over to where Kendall lay.

“Let’s start with her nipples.” Amanda said. “I’ll do the first one and then you can follow along by doing the other one.”

“OK, sounds good to me.”

Kim watched as Amanda began by teasing Kendall’s right nipple, pulling, tugging and rolling it between her thumb and fore finger until it began to get hard and stiff from the stimulation. Grabbing the nipple and pulling it, she placed the point of a long needle against the nipple and pushing from right to left, the needle pierce Kendall’s nipple with a pop as it tore through it. Kendall screamed, but the gag stifled the noise. Kim watched as tears filled the girls eyes and she still could not escape the feeling she knew her.

“Now you try it.”

“Ok.” Kim said and picked up another needle and began to play with Kendall’s left nipple. Kendall tried to get her to stop making all kinds of noise but it was for naught as she felt Kim place the sharp tip of the needle against her nipple and push. Kendall screamed into the gag a second time as Kim pierced that one too. A floodgate of tears welled up in her eyes.

Half dollar sized rings with small bells attached to them replaced the needles and were clamped shut. The woman then moved down between Kendall’s legs. Mistress Amanda showed Kim where she wanted four piercings on Kendall’s outer labia, two on each side. She then lifted Kendall’s head and forced her to watch as her sister Kim complied and pierced her sex and inserted small rings.

Then moving the hood of her clitoris out of the way, Her clit was then pierced and then a small ring with a four inch chain hung down with a bell attached to the chain’s end was inserted in the newly made piercing. The pain was great and Kendall passed out. When she came to a few minutes later, she found her head was strapped down tight to the bench. Taking a small piercing box, it was forced into her nostrils where her septum was then pierced. A two piece grommet was inserted on each side and forced closed with a pair of pliers. Then a ring was inserted through the grommet and clamped closed. Kendall could not stop crying, but the women were not quite finished yet.

A small hex key was inserted into the front of her dildo gag and turned. The dildo was then slid out of her mouth. Kendall found that she still could not close her mouth due to a large ring keeping it forced open. A pair of forceps captured her tongue and pulled it outward through the ring. Two more needles pierced her tongue and where then replaced with a stud in the middle of her tongue and a ring at the front of her tongue.

Finished, the women celebrated with a glass of sparkling wine each while Kendall remand bound and suffering from the stinging piercings and the alcohol swabs used to clean her wounds. For her tongue, they both poured some of their wine into her mouth where it stung her new piercings.

“You know, our little slave girl hasn’t properly thanked you for helping with her with her new jewelery, has she?”

“I don’t believe she has.” Answered Kim. “I’d really like to try out that newly pierced tongue of hers.”

“Please, be my guest.”

Amanda lowered the head end of the bench as Kim removed her leather skirt. Kendall’s eyes widened as she watched as her sister Kim straddled her face with her neatly shaved puss and lowered it onto her ring gagged mouth. Suddenly, her own pussy exploded in pain as Mistress Amanda, wielding a multi-strand whip began striking her between her legs. Kendall’s scream was muffled by Kim’s pussy sitting on her mouth. A second strike hit her pussy again and Amanda told her she better get that pink wiggler to work as she was planning on whipping her until she made Mistress Kim cum.

Kendall quickly thrust her tongue through her ring gag and into Kim’s waiting sex. Mistress Amanda whipped her pussy, thighs and stomach as Kendall used her tongue to eat her big sister’s pussy. Licking up and down her slit and teasing her clit, trying to bring her to orgasm. She could tell she was close a few times, but Kim prolonged the orgasm by lifting her cunt up off of her mouth several times and laughing as Kendall’s tongue stretched forth trying to reach it. Kim also shifted her body so Kendall was reaming her bung hole with her tongue for several minutes before returning her cunt to her mouth. Kendall didn’t know how long it was but she could feel her sister’s body shudder in bliss as she came in a powerful orgasm. But she wasn’t allowed to stop until Kim was satisfied that she has licked her clean and then forced her to lick her bung hole again for several more minutes.

Finally having enough, Kim un-straddled Kendall’s mouth. “Wow, that was fantastic!” She said as she returned her leather pencil skirt around her waist.

“Not too bad for your little sister Kendall’s first time, was it?”

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Annabelle has arranged for Nicole to understand what a horse’s– or at least a pony’s– life is like. Nicole spends the weekend as a ponygirl on Annabelle’s farm… and on the nearby roads.

A new character takes this in a new direction. I like this chapter a lot. Please, any feedback is appreciated

Hermione had been gone much longer than the previous evening and both of her dorm mates were apparently already asleep. She couldn’t believe what had just happened to her. She thought she must be in shock because normally she would be crying and panicking about getting in trouble. Now though, she felt oddly calm. She had discovered some things about herself earlier she never would have thought possible.

Doing what she did to Percy not only made him feel good but made her feel good too. Not in the same way, she hadn’t been as aroused as she’d expected during the actual act, but in a different way. She had felt powerful, like he depended on her, needed her. It was intoxicating.

As she lay in bed still in her school robes reliving every moment of her session with Percy she began to feel his spunk drying on her face. She thought she had wiped it all off but her face was now feeling crusty and sticky. She decided she should take a shower. She could have tried the scourgify charm she had been working on but she hadn’t perfected it and practicing on her face seemed a poor idea. Plus, she thought a shower would feel nice.

She climbed out from under the covers and stripped off her robes. She wasn’t sure if anything had gotten on them but to be sure she stuffed them to the bottom of her trunk. She thought they could be a great item to practice the charm on later. She glanced at both of her roommate’s beds and since they still appeared to be sleeping she sprinted quickly across the dorm to the bathroom stark naked.

She went in and got the water running and up to temperature. It felt really good to have the hot water run over her body. She started by washing her face since it had gotten the brunt of the load. Her neck had gotten some on it but the rest of her had been covered in robes so she took her time.
As she reached her chest she thought about the scene she had witnessed between Lavender and Parvati again. She cupped what was there but her small mounds barely filled her tiny hands. She could just squeeze them together to form a semblance of cleavage. As she began to squeeze and rub her chest her nipples became harder and she realized how good it felt to touch them. She hadn’t really seen them this rigid before so she pinched one gently between her fingers. A shot of pleasure hit her lower region.

She tweaked her nipple again and she couldn’t believe the feeling it gave her. Next she pinched a little harder and rolled it around a little. She could feel it stiffening even more and a warm sensation in her crotch began to form that had nothing to do with the water cascading over her.

One of her hands drifted down her body looking for that special spot she had hit the night before. She forgot about bathing as one hand worked her left nipple and the other explored her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and let the feeling of the water pouring over her body envelop her.

When she found her clit again it was like she had seen a large body of water after weeks in the desert. She began feverishly working away at herself her knees buckling slightly as the waves of pleasure passed over her.
She could feel the climax coming and the anticipation was killing her. She didn’t realize her hand could move as quickly as it was but she still felt like it was just out of reach.

Opening her eyes in frustration to look down at her stubborn pussy, she saw that she wasn’t alone. Lavender Brown stood in the doorway to the showers in a long T-shirt watching Hermione, an expression of shock and amusement on her face.

Hermione almost screamed from embarrassment and fear when she saw the other girl standing there. She threw her hands up in the air as if to deny what she had been doing. This motion set her off balance and she slipped, falling hard on the stone floor of the shower.

Lavender rushed to her side to help as Hermione curled up on the floor thinking her embarrassment could not get any more complete in one day. She was about to start sobbing when Lavender whispered in her ear.

‘Shhh, don’t worry. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

Hermione had expected Lavender to turn tail and run to start the rumor mill buzzing about her strange behavior, expected a scream of “Freak!” or “Eewww!” but she had not expected a comforting hand on her naked shoulder. She opened her eyes and turned to see Lavender kneeling beside her, T-shirt soaked through from the shower, looking her up and down like a piece of meat.

Their eyes met and Lavender spoke again, “You just look like you needed a little help.” A wide grin spread across her face and her hand slid down from Hermione’s shoulder along her side and caressed her hip.

Speechless and confused, Hermione could only stare into the other girl’s eyes and whimper slightly as Lavender’s hand moved forward across her stomach pressing slightly so she’d turn her hips. She rolled onto her back without a sound, never breaking eye contact. Lavender’s hand travelled farther south and when she reached the secret spot Hermione almost jumped through the ceiling.

Somehow the other girl’s hand feeling unfamiliar and detached made the pleasure even more intense. The thought of someone else touching her in that place made the deed wrong but exciting at the same time. Lavender rubbed slow circles around Hermione’s clit before pressing and sliding her fingers down between her pussy lips. The moisture was still there, whether from her arousal or the water still cascading over her hips she wasn’t sure. She just knew she didn’t want the feeling to stop.

Lavender continued to work her pussy harder, kneading it in ways Hermione never would have thought to touch herself. Rolling and pinching her clit. The pressure began to build up again, Hermione laid her head back on the hard stone floor and closed her eyes. A part of her wanted to scream “stop!” and run away but a much larger portion was begging for more.

When Lavender finally slid one little finger inside her tight hole a gasp escaped her lips and her eyes burst open. This was the first foreign object to actually enter her vagina and the feeling was incredible. Lavender began slowly working her finger in and out of Hermione while grinding the heel of her hand into her clit.

Hermione closed her eyes again to savor the feeling but was met with another surprise; Lavender’s hot breath on her nipple. She sucked it into her mouth and teased it lightly with her tongue. Hermione was squirming on the floor now, arching her back and pressing her chest up into Lavender’s mouth.

The kisses did not stop there however, Lavender began kissing her way down her stomach until her lips brushed her hip bone sending a shiver down her back. The water was pouring over Lavender’s head now as she repositioned herself between Hermione’s legs and lowered her mouth to her pussy.

All Hermione could see was Lavender’s wet hair sticking to her stomach while she worked feverishly on Hermione’s clit with her tongue. Writhing on the floor in ecstasy now she was holding her breath to keep from screaming out loud. It was clear that Lavender had done this before because she knew all the right places to push Hermione closer and closer to that precipice.

After almost a minute of this Hermione could hold out no longer; she exhaled deeply and as quietly as she could let out a low guttural moan of pleasure as her first ever orgasm rocked her body. She shook and gasped and she could feel the juices flowing from her body. Lavender lapped them up as fast as she could savoring the taste of the young girl.

Hermione thought she must have passed out because the next she knew the water had been turned off and Lavender was on her back next to Hermione looking sideways at her.

Not sure exactly what to say the only thing Hermione could muster was a faint, “Thanks.” between deep breaths. She couldn’t look Lavender in the eyes and the realization of what they had done was beginning to dawn on her. If what she had done with Percy had been wrong then this most certainly was worse.

Lavender broke the silence suddenly, “Well I certainly didn’t see that coming when I got up to use the loo.”

Hermione couldn’t help but snicker. She looked over and met the other girl’s eyes and they both burst into a fit of giggles. Finally Lavender clamped a hand over Hermione’s mouth, “Shhhhh- It’s freezing in here without the water lets dry off.” She got to her feet and offered a hand to Hermione.
Hermione had hung a towel up to the side but Lavender didn’t have one. The girl was shivering now so Hermione offered her the towel first. Lavender shook her head but Hermione insisted, “I, uh- owe you one.” She smiled sheepishly.

“Well in that case,” Lavender smiled back mischievously, “why don’t you help me dry off?” She turned her back and pulled her hair out behind her head so Hermione could begin.

Taking a cautious step forward Hermione began to dry the other girl’s hair and scalp. She moved downwards and rubbed her shoulders and arms with the towel and then wrapped her hands around front. When she felt the weight of Lavenders breasts in her hands through the towel she felt herself flush. She lingered a little longer than necessary before moving down the girl’s stomach and hips. Lavender let out a slight moan of disappointment as she let them go.

As she dried the girl’s legs she knelt down to reach all the way down to her feet. Once she had finished those Lavender turned slowly opening her legs and putting her pussy right in front of Hermione’s face. Hermione gasped as she smelled the girl’s sex inches from her face.

She felt herself leaning forward and brought the towel up to cover the sight. She quickly patted the girl between her legs and stood up turning away and covering her head in the towel to dry her own hair. What were you doing? She screamed at herself inside her head. She was so confused about what had happened to her in the last couple hours. She had enjoyed it more than anything else she had ever experienced but she knew it was wrong.

She turned to Lavender again and saw that the girl was looking ashamedly down at the floor. She also looked like she was getting cold again standing there completely naked. Suddenly she remembered the feeling of power she had gotten from pleasuring Percy earlier and wondered if this could produce the same effect.

Dropping the towel she walked as confidently as she could back towards Lavender. She took Lavender’s hand in her’s and looked right in her eyes. “If you’re cold maybe we should get under some blankets.”
Lavender’s eyebrows rose in surprise and she was left momentarily speechless so Hermione began to lead her by the hand back out into the dorm. Peeking around the corner to make sure no one else was stirring, they quickly bolted for Lavender’s four poster and drew the curtains around them.
Once safely under the blankets Lavender’s shock wore off and she eagerly captured Hermione’s mouth with her own. Their warm bodies pressed against each other, the hot wet tongue wrestling her own and the other girl’s hands on her lower back and ass ensured Hermione she had made the right decision.

Lavender was clearly more experienced but Hermione was intent on taking control this time. She wanted to make Lavender feel as good as she had and to feel that sense of being needed again. She worked her hands up in between them and with some effort pushed Lavender gently away from her. Their lips parted with a sucking noise and as she gasped for a breath Hermione shoved her onto her back and sat astride her stomach.

She felt her pussy becoming wet again pressed into the abdomen of the girl below her as she slid downwards to bring her mouth to the large breast in front of her. She had loved the feeling of the girl’s tongue on her own breast so she sucked a nipple into her mouth and ran her tongue around it as she had with the head of Percy’s penis. Lavender’s back arched in the air and a low moan escaped her lips.

Hermione didn’t want to spend too much time on one side so she switched and began sucking and licking the other nipple. As soon as she let go of one Lavender’s fingers replaced her mouth and began to pinch and twist the nipple so it grew stiffer and stuck out more. While still sucking on one nipple Hermione pushed the other girl’s hand away and took the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She pulled upwards on it and Lavender gasped grimacing.

“Oh, did I hurt you?” Hermione pulled away from the girl’s breast to ask.

“No, no, it felt so good.” She looked Hermione right in the eyes and pleaded desperately, “Harder Hermione. Please.”
Hermione smiled, this was exactly the kind of power she’d hoped to find. She knew the feeling of climbing that hill, desperate for relief. Knowing she held the power to grant it was invigorating. She dove back towards Lavender’s breast sucking as much of it as she could into her mouth and pressing lightly with her teeth into the girl’s flesh. She couldn’t believe how much larger Lavender’s breasts were than her’s. Lavender’s hands gripped Hermione’s shoulders pulling her in for more. Hermione found the other nipple with her fingers and pinched it just a bit harder than she had before.

“Ah!” Lavender let slip a short yelp and both girls froze for a moment afraid they might have woken someone.

It was a very odd position to have frozen stiff in: Her mouth covering the breast of another girl while her finger clung to her other nipple. They didn’t move for nearly 30 seconds before they felt it was safe. As much as Lavender seemed to enjoy having her nipples teased Hermione thought it wiser to attempt something quieter.

She kissed her way down the center of her cleavage and across her stomach. As she came to it she stuck her tongue in the girl’s navel on a whim.

“Ooh, no. that tickles” Lavender jumped and whispered.

Noted. Hermione thought to herself.

Sliding lower and lower she had to step her legs in between Lavender’s to make it to her eventual goal. It was easy to see the other girl was dripping wet. There was already a spot on the sheets. Lavender had the beginnings of actual pubic hair dark brown against her pale skin. Before her nerves could take her again Hermione leaned down and gently licked one of the outer lips of her pussy. It tasted much like her own juices, like very sweet sweat. This time she got as low on the bed as she could and licked all the way up the girls slit until she felt that little button right at the crest where some pubic hair tickled her nose.

As she had the first time she came across this special button Lavender jumped just a little and pressed her hips up towards Hermione’s face. Focusing on that area Hermione decided it couldn’t be much different than a nipple, so she sucked it lightly into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue a bit.

Lavender began to squirm on the bed grasped the hair on the back of Hermione’s head with one hand. Hermione made circles around the base of her clit with her tongue and then slid down to lick the length of the girls slit again. Being pressed in close caused the pussy lips to part and she felt her tongue on the opening to the girl’s vagina. Curious she stuck it out as far as she could up inside. Another moan escaped Lavender’s lips and Hermione began to press in and out of her hole with her tongue.
Lavender lifted her legs off the bed and put them on Hermione’s shoulders, gripping her head between her thighs. “Oh shit Hermione,” she gasped quietly. “I’m going to cum!”

Lavender’s own hand came down to work her clit while Hermione continued to pump her tongue in and out of her hole. Suddenly Lavender took a sharp breath and went stiff. Hermione thought her head would be crushed between the girl’s thighs as they clamped together and a low guttural groan escaped her lips.

More juice than she could imagine began flowing from the girl’s pussy and right into Hermione’s open mouth. Not sure what to do with it she swallowed as much as she could but most of it ran down her chin and Lavender’s ass crack. After what seemed like a full minute the grip on Hermione’s head released and Lavender collapsed to the bed her eyes shut breathing heavily.

Hermione sat up and looked at the spent form of the young girl in front of her. Despite the look of exhaustion, a gigantic grin was plastered across her face. That, she thought, is what true happiness looks like. She crawled up next to her, laid her head on her shoulder and went to sleep.

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The naughty futa-mommy has one hot cutie to search!

Futa Daughter’s Naughty Temptation

Chapter Seven: Futa-Mommy Searches the Cutie

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Madeline Marlow

I savored my futa-daughter, Sky, sucking my clit-dick as I drove us to school. I worked as a secretary at her community college. She bobbed her head, loving my mommy-cock with that hungry mouth of hers. I gripped the steering wheel, struggling to focus on driving.

“Wow, Mrs. Marlow, your daughter is being naughty,” Georgia said from the backseat.

The reverend’s daughter had lost her virginity yesterday. I had used her to keep Sky from seducing the reverend’s wife, Georgia’s mother, and ruining the Matthews’ marriage. Georgia’s virginity was a small sacrifice to keep Sky from breaking apart happy couples.

Besides, Sky and Georgia were so cute together. If they got married, they would be adorable. I didn’t know if futas could have children, but Sky and Georgia would have such cute children if they could.

Probably all daughters.

Pleasure rippled down my cock from my daughter’s sucking. She made such wet and obscene sounds, these slurping noises that made my pussy clench almost as much as the suction she created. My daughter knew how to blow a dick.

Well, she had been a wild child. A slut, if I was honest. But now she was my good girl.

“Oh, yes, yes, honey,” I moaned, my pussy clenching. “That’s so good. Ooh, you know just how to suck my dick. You’re going to make mommy cum.”

“She better before we get to classes,” Natalie said. She was Sky’s equally as wild friend. The two nineteen-year-old girls had me frustrated to no end, but now Natalie was my good slut. I had tamed her with my mommy-cock.

“Yes, she should,” I purred. Natalie was basically my sex slave. Which was so hot.

I had changed so much since yesterday. Futa-cocks were a big game-changer. I loved them. I wanted to fuck young girls, especially my daughter. She had seduced me into incest, and it was just the hottest thing in the world.

I slowed at the stoplight, cars around me. None of them knew I had a girl-dick let alone that my daughter was sucking it. My toes curled in my shoes at Sky’s wonderful suction. She made my dick feel amazing. I smiled, savoring that wonderful pressure building and building. I would have such a huge explosion of cum.

My futa-seed would fire out of my dick into her mouth. I groaned, my heart thundering in my chest. This was incredible to feel. Her lips moved up and down my dick. She sucked and slurped, her blonde hair sliding over my lap.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” I moaned, accelerating through the intersection. “Just nurse on my girl-dick. Oh, you’re such a good girl.”

She sucked hard. My pussy clenched. I groaned, my back arching. The pleasure rushed through my body. It was intense. Incredible. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering. I slowed again, the school in sight. My pussy clenched.

“Hurry, Sky!” I moaned, growing antsy at the light.

My daughter shoved her hand between my thighs. Cross-traffic flowed before me while her fingers found my pussy lips. She thrust her digits into my cunt. My eyes widened at the feel of her fingers sliding into my hot depths.

She curled them inside of me. She stroked them along the top of my pussy wall. It added this wonderful delight that swelled the pressure at the pinnacle of my dick. She nursed hard on me, her tongue swabbing around my spongy crown.

“It’s turning,” I groaned, watching cross-traffic slowing. Their light turned red. “Hurry, Sky!”

The light turned green. I had to go.

Her fingers stroked along my pussy. I pulled into the turn lane, oncoming traffic blocking me from making the left. Which gave Sky a few more precious seconds to find some way to make me cum before I had to turn into the parking lot.

Then the car ahead slowed to let me go. I groaned and turned in. I pulled into the parking lot just as Sky touched this special spot in my pussy. My eyes bulged. I bucked in my seat as my orgasm detonated inside of me.

“Oh, my Lord, yes!” I howled, trembling.

My futa-cum fired into my daughter’s mouth. My pussy went wild around her fingers stroking that delicious spot. Ecstasy flooded from my cunt and rapture burst from my mommy-dick. Stars exploded across the world.

I gasped and moaned, my car stopped. Students and faculty were moving around me. I shuddered while dumping load after load of my cum down Sky’s mouth. She gulped it down with hunger, swallowing with noisy passion.

“Wow,” Georgia said in awe.

“Uh-huh!” I moaned, my orgasm still bursting through me.

Sky swallowed more and more of my cum. The pleasure rushing out of my pussy was so intense. So much more powerful than I was used to. My eyes fluttered as the ecstasy blazed across my mind. It was outstanding. Incredible.

I hit the peak and then I fired the last of my cum into her mouth.

“Sky, Sky,” I moaned. “What… That… Oh, my gosh, what was that?”

“What did she do to you, Mrs. Marlow?” Georgia asked.

“She… she…” I trembled through the ecstasy. “She touched this spot in me.”

“Oh, your G-spot!” Natalie said. “Ooh, I bet that made cumming as a futa intense, huh, Mrs. Marlow.”

“Yes,” I panted. “That was—”

HONK!

I jumped and then realized I had stopped. I turned down a side lane and found a place to park as Sky slid her lips off my mommy cock. She smacked them, some cum and drool on her mouth. She stretched her arms as I pulled into a space and put the car in park.

“Yum,” my green-eyed daughter said.

“You have something on your chin, honey,” I said.

Instead of getting out a wet wipe from my purse, I leaned in and licked up the jizz from her lips. I kissed my daughter right here in the parking lot. She moaned and kissed me back. It was so hot, our tongues dancing, the salty flavor of my cum seasoning our incestuous passion.

Sky broke the kiss and purred, “Thanks, Mom, you’re the best.”

She opened her door. I smiled. This was so wonderful. I was so glad that we were so close now. I had won thanks to this futa-dick. Now, I had to start my day and find her more virgins to deflower. I hummed, thinking about how I would figure out which girls still had a cherry.

Some hands-on research?

I smiled. And if they didn’t have hymens, well, I could just slide right on into their pussies and give them a reward for being such good girls and letting me examine them. Now, I just had to figure out the pretext to do it.

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Sky Marlow

I walked into the school building with Natalie at my side. We had mostly the same schedule. Usually, so we could just hang out in the back and pretend to care while really gossiping and texting. She hooked her arm with mine and leaned in close.

“God, I am so horny,” she said. “We should fuck in the bathroom.”

“Maybe,” I said, my eyes sliding over the halls.

A group of boys from the basketball team, all tall and handsome, glanced at us. I rolled my eyes. I didn’t need boys, or men, any longer. I needed girls. Women. MILFs. I needed some hot, older, married woman to fuck. To satisfy.

Enjoying Mrs. Spencer last night had been hot. And Mom had no idea I snuck out of the house to fuck the new mommy across the street.

I had to get more of that MILF poon.

“Look at her,” groaned Natalie. “With your cock, you could bag Velvet. Hottest fucking girl in school.”

Velvet was leaning against the locker. The busty, bleached-blonde cheerleader leaned against the locker while one of the football players chatted her up. She wore a pair of low-riding skinny jeans, her red thong flashing. A tight crop top hugged her big and bountiful tits.

“I suppose,” I said, my eyes looking around.

I threw a look over my shoulder and groaned as I spotted Mrs. Reyes, my math teacher. She wore a charcoal-gray skirt that went down to her knees but didn’t hide that delicious, bubbly ass. My clit throbbed, wanting to turn into a futa-dick.

“Uh, are you drooling over Mrs. Reyes’s ass?” asked Natalie.

My stomach went cold. I remembered that I couldn’t trust my best friend any longer. She was my futa-mom’s sex slave. If I let it out that I was staring at a MILF, Mom would find out. She would get suspicious.

“No, no,” I said then latched onto the girl bending over at the drinking fountain, her tartan skirt falling over her rump. “I’m looking at Aoi.”

“Aoi?” Natalie asked. “That nerd.”

The Japanese girl had glasses on and wore a loose, white blouse and a schoolgirl tartan skirt that went well past her knees. If her skirt was half as short, it would be sexy. It was just… boring with that length. What a pity. She could be hot if she tried.

“She’s probably a virgin,” I said.

I swallowed. Did Natalie buy it? It was so wrong that I had to hide my desires from my bestest best friend in the world. Natalie should be my confidant in seducing sexy MILFs, but my mother had corrupted her.

You can’t trust any girl that’s ridden your mother’s cock, I thought. No, that was Spice. She would sometimes whisper to me and it just sounded like my own voice. No wonder crazy people were crazy. They probably had demons whispering to them and they thought it was their own mind speaking. She’s got an angel-dick now.

I know, I thought back.

“That is a hot idea,” said Natalie. She whipped out her phone and snapped a pick of Aoi drinking. “She’s like Georgia. Who is awesome. You should total start dating her.”

“Dating?” I asked. “Did you just use the ‘D’ word.”

“I know,” Natalie said, her phone clicking as she took the photo. Then she started typing on it. “What can I say, your mother’s both a wholesome and corrupting influence on me.”

“Yeah,” I said, studying her. Maybe I should fuck Natalie’s mother? Michelle Tailor, Natalie’s mom, was one hot piece of ass. “That’s good, though. Send that pic to my mom. If Aoi’s got a cherry, I’m sure Mom will want to arrange a tryst.”

Natalie giggled. “Just let me lick out the cum this time. That would be hot to drink your cum out of a virgin’s pussy.”

“Yeah, it would be,” I said. I mean, I wouldn’t say no to popping another cherry. It was hot.

Careful, warned Spice. That’s what your mom and her annoying angel want you to think. Go for that Mrs. Reyes. God, she’s a hot piece of ass. And Natalie’s Mom, too. And most of all, the MILF who got away.

Mrs. Mathews!

Was that last one me, Spice, or both of us together. I let out a throaty groan either way, wanting to slide my cock into the reverend’s wife. I would make Mrs. Matthews into my whore. My mother wouldn’t stop me this time.

“God, I am so wet,” Natalie said. “Want to fuck in the restroom?”

I glanced at her and groaned, “Yes!”

I realized I hadn’t gotten my dick into my bestest best friend. Mom had hogged her last night, wanting me to “bond” with Georgia and fall in love and all that garbage. Love was a lie. My dad promised to love my mom forever, and he dumped her for being a frigid bitch.

Fucking was so much better.

Yep! Spice agreed. I caught her grinning face in a mirror on the inside of a girl’s locker. Just for a moment, but she looked happy.

Natalie grabbed my hand and dragged me to the nearest girl’s restroom. We pushed through the crowd and broke through into the serpentine hallway that led inside. You couldn’t see in and you couldn’t see out, but there was no unsanitary door to open after washing your hands.

“Oh, my god, we’re going to get wild,” moaned Natalie as we were inside the restroom. It was quieter in here.

A girl checking her makeup glanced at us. She frowned.

“Don’t mind us,” I said as we headed to the last stall, “just going to fuck my bestest friend. She loves my big dick.”

“What, did you dykes bring a dildo to school.”

“A big and fleshy clit-dick!” said Natalie.

Giggling, we slid into the restroom stall. It felt like old times, the two of us up to no good at school. I pinned her against the stall door and kissed her with hunger. My lips melted into my bestest friend’s. She was amazing. I loved fucking around with her.

Having a friend that you fooled around with was the greatest.

My clit blossomed into my dick as my tongue plundered her mouth. Her hands grabbed my ass, drawing up my skirt. I was fumbling to yank down her skinny jeans off her hips. The stall door rattled as we made out with hunger.

The girl doing her makeup muttered, “Fucking dykes.”

My cunt clenched. I loved that she knew. It made this so much hotter. My tongue danced with my bestest friend’s. Natalie grabbed my naked ass now while my dick grew into her belly, sliding up against her top. I throbbed, at full girth, my shaved cunt dripping with excitement. The juices ran down my thighs.

Her tongue buried into my mouth now. I sucked on it as I shoved down her jeans, pushing them down her lush thighs. She started wiggling and squirming, using her legs to work them down farther. They were out of my reach now. I didn’t want to stop kissing her.

She kept squirming. Natalie had some real skills. Her jeans rustled and then her left leg slid up and around my waist, bare and naked. She had wiggled her foot out of her jeans. She pulled me against her, the stall door rattling louder.

I broke the kiss and groaned, “God, I want to fuck you so hard.”

“Then do it, futa!” she taunted. “Send me to first period with a pussy full of your girl-cum!”

“God, yes!” I gasped and drew back my hips.

My cock slid down her body. Then I was touching her shaved pubic mound. I arched my ass out further while her hand shot between us to grab my dick. My tip slid down to her folds. I groaned at the feel of her clit piercing then the kiss of her hot cuntlips.

She shoved me right to her hole. I grinned and pushed into my bestest friend slowly. Her face quivered right before me. She whimpered and groaned, her expressions scrunching up. It was so hot to witness. I loved the sight of her looking like that. It made my dick throb and ache as I went deeper and deeper into her cunt.

“Oh, my fucking god,” she groaned. “Your cock is as big as your mother’s.”

“Mmm,” I purred, “and does that make you hot to have fucked my mother and now me.”

Her pussy clenched down on my cock. “What do you think?”

I kissed my bestest friend, groaning into her as I sank to the hilt in her pussy. Her cunt gripped my futa-dick. I throbbed in the heave on her twat. Then I pulled back. She gripped my dick with her hot snatch. The pleasure rushed down through me.

It was intense. Delicious. The best thing to feel in the world. I loved every moment of it. I shuddered as her pussy sucked at me. Inch after inch of my dick slid out of her cunt. It was amazing to enjoy.

I thrust back into her. I slammed to the hilt in my bestest friend’s cunt. I groaned into her lips as her pussy welcomed me in. Her left leg held me tight. My nipples throbbed as I rubbed my clothed tits against her big boobs. I hated that our tops separated our breasts.

The door rattled as I thrust into her.

She moaned.

I whimpered.

It was heaven to be in her cunt. Her pussy massaged me with every one of my strokes into her. I groaned as I buried into her. I loved it. This was the life. This was rapture. Ecstasy. I shuddered, pumping away at her cunt. I fucked her with passion. I rammed to the hilt in her again and again. I filled her twat up.

It was intense. Delicious. I loved it. I savored every second of burying into her. Her pussy clenched around me. She squeezed with such rapture on my dick. My pussy drank in the pleasure that flowed down my cock as I fucked my bestest friend.

I broke the kiss. “God, Natalie!”

“I know!” she moaned, her arms hugging me tight. Her brown eyes filled up my vision. “Ooh, that’s good. Just ram that dick into me.”

“Yes!”

My pussy clenched, the heat swelling inside of me. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter. I buried into her hard and fast, the pressure swelling inside of me. I would have a mighty cum in my friend’s twat. Just pump all that jizz into her.

Just a big explosion of cum that would flood into her. it would be outstanding. I groaned, burying into her cunt. I slammed in hard. Fast. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. My face contorted with this wonderful bliss. It would erupt from me.

I slammed into her cunt. Her flesh gripped me. She held me tight. I groaned, loving every thrust into her. every last plunge into her snatch. It was incredible. I shuddered, my pussy drinking in the heat, feeding my impending orgasm.

“Fuck, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, Natalie!”

“Cum in me!” she moaned.

“Yes!” I gasped, slamming hard into her.

I kissed my bestest friend and buried to the hilt in her cunt. I erupted.

My cum fired into her depths. Her pussy went wild around my dick. She kissed me back, hugging me so tight as I pumped load after load of cum into her spasming twat. The pleasure slammed into my mind while the bliss rippled out of my convulsing snatch.

“Ooh, ooh, that’s so good,” Natalie moaned. “Sky!”

I basted my bestest friend’s pussy with every drop of spunk in my ovaries. I unloaded in her, our bodies trembling together. Her big boobs rubbed into my little tits through our blouses. Her twat rippled around my clit-dick, sucking me dry.

I groaned as I spilled that last bit of delight into her pussy. I stared into her eyes and then I realized I could never trust her with my MILF plans. She was my mother’s. This pain flared in my heart. How could Natalie be my bestest best friend if she would betray me?

I pulled out of her and turned around, panting.

“Mmm, that was good,” Natalie moaned.

“Yeah,” I panted, my dick throbbing and twitching. I let it shrink back into a clit. “We should get to class.”

“Yeah, yeah, your Mom would be mad if we were tardy.”

I closed my eyes. The old Natalie never would have given a flying fuck if we were late to a class. I drew in deep breaths. My resolve to fuck every married MILF I could rose in me. My futa-mother had to pay.

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Madeline MarlowK/strong>

“Virgin alert!” Natalie’s text read.

With it was a picture of eighteen-year-old Aoi Suzihara. I stared at the pic of the slender, Japanese girl bent over the drinking fountain. I squirmed as I sat at the secretary’s desk at the school’s admin office. The line rang.

I picked up the phone and tucked it into my corner. “Washington Community College, how can I help you?”

The person on the other end needed the extension to the guidance counselor. I put her threw by rote, my eyes never leaving the picture of Aoi. She was gorgeous. Perfect. The next virgin I had to enjoy.

But how?

I did have certain powers as the secretary. I could summon any student to the office, ostensibly to speak with the president, dean of students, a guidance counselor, or any other member of the administration faculty. But then where could I take the girl. I would need an office, perhaps. My own was out in public. However, I could leave my desk, setting up the automated phone service where people could navigate the menu to find who they needed.

My clit throbbed. Office… office…

There was the Title IX office that was used during investigations. That was empty right now. I smiled and then typed away at my computer. It didn’t take me long to figure out where I could find Aoi. She was in her first-period class. I looked up her teacher’s cell phone on the school network and then sent him a text message.

“Please send Aoi to the office right away,” it read. All the faculty had a special app on their phone for communications. It would beep. He would probably grumble at the interruption, but it wouldn’t be long before Aoi appeared.

My pussy clenched. It was so hard not to let my clit grow into a big futa-dick. My lusts swelled in me. This heady rush of excitement that would have me sliding my mommy-dick into Aoi soon. Well, not her mouth.

But a girl had two other holes I could enjoy.

I hummed to myself while Grace appeared in the glare on my computer screen. The motherly angel looked worried. She squirmed there, her brow contorted. I gave her a reassuring smile. Aoi is going to lose her virginity to some pimply-face boy one day. At least with Sky, she’ll have a good time.

Okay, Madeline, the angel thought back. I trust you.

Then stop having any doubts. My ears pricked up. I heard approaching footsteps. I think that’s her. Ooh, wish me good luck in seducing her.

Grace bit her lip then the door to the office opened before the angel said anything.

To my utter delight, Aoi walked in. The slender, Japanese girl had a nervous look on her face. She pushed up her glasses, wearing the crisp, white blouse and her long, tartan skirt. She licked her lips nervously.

“M-Mr. Claes told me to come to the school office,” she said, her voice a soft whimper.

“Relax, relax,” I told her. “It’ll be all right. I’m Mrs. Marlow. Just come with me, and we’ll get this all straightened out.”

“Okay,” she said.

I moved away from my desk and opened the door that led into the back. As I did, I held out my left hand to her. She took it, her palm damp with her nervousness. I gave her a reassuring squeeze and a motherly smile.

“Do you know my daughter, Sky?” I asked her as we headed back.

“A little,” she said. “We don’t… move in the same circles.”

“Mmm, you’re probably better friends with Georgia Matthews?”

“I guess,” Aoi said, her head downcast. “What is going on?”

“Well, we had a tip that you had something inappropriate on you,” I told her. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to search you.”

“What?” she gasped. “I would never.”

“I know,” I said as we reached the door for the Title IX conference room. I opened the door and pulled her in. It was a simple room with a large table in the center. I led her to the table and then studied her. “Just relax. I’m not going to do anything to hurt you, but… I am going to have to strip you naked.”

“Naked?” she asked.

I nodded solemnly. “I know. It’s scary. Tell you what, let me strip naked first that way we both can be embarrassed.”

“But…” she said. “Is that… I mean…”

I put a finger to her lips, hushing her. “Aoi, you’re in good hands. I would never hurt you. Okay? I’m a mother. I’ll treat you like I would if you were my own daughter.” My cunt clenched. I was so eager to treat her the way I would Sky. “So relax.”

She swallowed.

I began unbuttoning my flowery blouse. I worked them slowly, popping the buttons through. She squirmed, her eyes flicking to the growing expanse of cleavage as I exposed more and more of my large breasts. She bit her lower lip, fidgeting in place.

I slid my blouse off, my breasts constrained in a cream-hued bra. It had underwire support and study straps to cradle to my breasts. I reached behind me to find the breast band and unfastened them. Then I slipped my arms out of the sleeves and worked them down my body. My breasts came out, swaying back and forth.

“See,” I told her. “Nothing to be afraid of. I’m getting naked, too. Okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered and swallowed. “You’re so…”

“I know,” I said. “When you have a child, your breasts swell up. Don’t pass that along. I would hate for there to be a rash of pregnancies.”

Her eyes widened. “I wouldn’t…”

“Because you’re a good girl who always uses protection or…” I arched an eyebrow. “Are you still a virgin.”

She squirmed more.

“That’s okay,” I told her as I unzipped my skirt and let it drop down my legs. My blonde bush came into view, dripping with my cream. My tangy musk filled the air. “There’s nothing wrong in saving your virginity for the right girl.”

“You’re not wearing panties,” Aoi said.

“I have a… condition,” I said. “I’m a futa. Futanari, I guess. You see, sometimes my clit gets excited and…” I shuddered. “Oh, dear.”

My clit swelled out of the folds of my pussy and thrust out through my golden bush. Aoi gasped and took a step back. She clapped hands over her mouth as her eyes widened behind her glasses. My heart beat fast, my clit growing in spurting pulses, matching the rhythm of my heart.

“See, it becomes a cock,” I said. “Futanari syndrome.” That sounded… plausible to me. “I’m so sorry. I really, really can’t control when it grows. But, as you can see, it’s too big to fit in a pair of panties. I just have to wear skirts and try to hide it. I’m so, so sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s… it’s okay, Mrs. Marlow,” she said, her cheeks darkening. Her breath quickened.

“Well, now to strip-search you.” I reached out for her. “And, again, I’m so sorry to have to do this to you. It’s just the school policy. We have to investigate every allegation no matter how flimsy they are.”

Aoi absently nodded, her glasses slipping down her nose. She had her gaze locked on my futa-cock.

I smiled and began undoing the buttons of her blouse. I exposed more of the pale-olive skin. Her collarbone then her breast bone leading down to the soft swell of her breasts. She had a white-and-teal striped bra on that cradled breasts that, to my surprise, looked to be C cups. Maybe even D cups. She wore the blouse so baggy, I thought her to have tits like Sky.

Those looked so delicious. I licked my lips as I exposed her stomach and her cute navel. She didn’t fight me as I pulled off her blouse. Her top slid down her arms. She shuddered, her breath rising and falling.

Her eyes remained locked on my girl-dick.

I went for her skirt next, my big boobs and mommy-dick swaying before me. I slid my hands down her naked sides to the waistband. It was elastic, so I just tugged on it, working her skirt down her body. It slid over her rump and then fell down her thighs.

“Ooh, matching panties,” I said. “So cute.”

She blinked… “I’m sorry, what, Mrs. Marlow?”

I ran my hand along the waistband of her white-and-teal-stripped panties. “I was just admiring how your bra and panties make such a cute set.”

She squirmed, her right hand rubbing at her left arm beneath her elbow. She was so adorable. I grinned at her and then I carefully adjusted her glasses on her face. That lifted her gaze up to my eyes, her lips so kissable.

“Just your bra and panties, then we can be sure you don’t have anything on you. Though…” I smiled. “You might have it in your pussy.”

“But I’m a virgin!” she gasped.

“With an intact cherry?” I asked, my dick throbbing.

She blushed and nodded.

She was perfect. I slid my hands down from her glasses to her shoulders then down her back. I walked them across her shoulder blades, my futa-cock throbbing and aching with every beat of my heart. I shuddered, my pussy clenching. I had to fuck this girl so badly.

But I couldn’t take her cherry. Sacrifices… A mother had to make sacrifices for her futa-daughter’s happiness.

I found the girl’s bra band and the clasp. With a quick twist, it came undone. Then I pulled it off her shoulders. She quivered there as it came free. I loved the way her arms pressed together to let me pull it off of her. This was such a delight.

Her titties came into view. They were round and perky, her nipples a dark shade of brown. I cupped her breasts and she gasped. Her eyes widened as my fingers massaged at her skin. She shuddered.

“M-Mrs. Marlow,” she groaned.

“Just making sure you’re not hiding anything,” I purred.

“How?”

I winked at her.

I released her breasts and then slid my hands down her hips, sinking down to my knees. I was eye level with her cute tummy. I ducked my head in and kissed her right on the bellybutton, my tongue darting in to “search” her navel.

She squealed and jumped back. I grinned at the squirming girl, the salty flavor of her skin lingering on my tongue. My thumbs hooked the waistband of her panties and I slowly tugged off Aoi’s underwear.

“Just relax,” I said. “The search is nearly complete. You’ll be fine. This is just a precaution.”

“Okay,” she whispered, her breasts rising and falling. They had a lovely jiggle to them.

I peeled down her panties, her thick, black bush coming into view. It was wild tangle, the midnight hairs so much darker than her pale-olive skin. A tart musk filled my nose. She had such a yummy smelling pussy. I loved it. My mouth watered. A hunger grew in me.

This wild need to just feast on her seized me.

I held off, rolling her panties down her thighs. Her knees pressed close together while my eyes stared at her black tangle of curls. She had so much pubic hair, I couldn’t peer through. It was exciting to witness. It made my cunt clench.

She was an amazing and lovely girl. I salivated. I knew I would enjoy every moment of eating her out. She quivered there as I brought the panties to her black shoes and ankle socks. She daintily stepped out of them, her tart scent filling my nose.

“Now,” I said, pressing her knees apart. She shifted her feet while I leaned in. “I just have to search your pussy. Make sure you’re telling the truth about being a virgin.”

“I am,” she protested.

I winked at her. “I know, I know, but I have to check.”

I licked my lips and then I pressed my face into her bush. I felt her silky curls rub over my lips and cheeks. Then my lips nuzzled in until I kissed at her twat directly. She gasped, her round boobs jiggling. My tongue slid out through her folds and stroked across…

Hymen.

“Mmm, you do have a cherry cunt,” I purred and slid my hands around to grab her rump. I squeezed her asscheeks and licked again.

“Mrs. Marlow!” she moaned.

“Mmm, you’ve been such a good sport. Let me give you a reward. You deserve this delight.”

I licked her virgin pussy again. She gasped, her face twisting. This excitement surged through me. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. My pussy clenched, the juices running down my thighs. Such wicked and wanton delight rippled through me.

Her ticklish bush rubbed at my face. It felt so wonderful on my cheeks. I loved it. I savored it. Her tart juices coated my tongue. She whimpered and moaned. Her butt-cheeks clenched beneath my digits. I kneaded her rump, savoring every moment of this.

My tongue thrust into her twat. I licked at her. Lapped at her. I loved every moment of this. Every last second of caressing her. She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her hands rubbed at her tummy.

“M-Mrs. Marlow. This… I… You shouldn’t be doing this. I’m a student. You’re on the staff. It’s against the rules!”

“I don’t care,” I moaned, reveling in her barely legal twat. “I don’t care about legality one whit.”

I fluttered my tongue against her twat. I licked and lapped at her. I caressed her folds over and over again. I savored the taste of her. The flavor of her twat. I fluttered my tongue against her hymen, loving her juices running over my chin.

I flicked up to her clit. She gasped. Her body bucked. That was such a delicious treat watching her round tits jiggle. I swirled my tongue around her bud, loving every moment of it. Every last second of it. My pussy clenched, the heat rising inside of me.

“Mrs. Marlow!” she groaned as I nursed on her clit. Her fingers twitched. Then she shot her hands down and grabbed my hair. “Oh, Mrs. Marlow, that’s… This… Oh, yes, yes!”

I loved her surrender to the pleasure. She gripped my blonde locks as my soft lips nibbled on her clit. I teased her little bud, giving the virgin so much delight. My futa-cock throbbed before me. My boobs jiggled as more of her cream ran down my chin.

This was so exciting. Aoi’s gasps echoed through the room. Her cute moans reverberated around me. She gasped and shuddered, her titties jiggling. Those firm titties were such a delight for me to enjoy.

Thank you for giving me this futa-cock, Grace, I moaned. I was such a prude. I was missing out on so much.

I didn’t give it to you so you could be depraved! the angel gasped.

I’m not depraved. I’m doing this to control Sky. You know that. I’m plunging into sin. A sacrifice for my daughter. If I wasn’t, I would have my dick in Aoi’s virgin twat right now.

Okay, the angel said. It is fun, I suppose. I mean, I’ve only been with Spice, but it must be nice to have others.

Only Spice?

Well, yes, angels are monogamous. I was supposed to control her with love and sex, but she got out.

We’ll get her back to you, I promised and sucked hard on Aoi’s clit.

“Mrs. Marlow,” she moaned. “Something… There’s something building in me.”

“Mmm, that’s your orgasm.”

“Orgasm?” She sounded shocked. “But it feels…. feels like I’m going to drown. It’s scary.”

“I know.” I nibbled on her bud. “But it’s exhilarating. The best rush in the world. Don’t be afraid.” I gripped her ass. “I’m here to catch you, okay?”

“Okay.”

I sucked again on her. She groaned, her face twisting in delight. She squirmed her hips from side to side, rubbing her hot cunt on my face. Her juices grew hotter. The tart flavor more intense. I savored it. She was about to erupt. To flood me with her cream.

I smiled, eager for that moment to happen.

She groaned, her fingers tightening in my hair. Then she threw back her head and cried out in wordless delight. Her juices gushed out into my mouth. I drank them down. I gulped down all that wonderful cream.

It was such a delight.

“Mrs. Marlow!” she squealed.

My pussy clenched. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. My heart pounded in my chest as I drank down all her pussy juices. Aoi’s passion tasted so delicious. I squeezed my eyes shut, savoring every drop that flowed out of her, more spilling over my chin and down my throat.

“Oh, wow,” she gasped. “This… This… Oh, wow!”

The flow of her cream slowed and then stopped. I licked at my lips, savoring the flavor of her pussy cream. This wicked shiver ran through me. My futa-dick throbbed. I had to slide into her asshole now. I had to fuck the virgin’s tight bowels.

I knew they would be amazing.

“Okay,” I told her, rising, “the search of your pussy is complete, but there’s one more place to look.”

“There is?” the girl mewled, her voice sluggish. “Where, Mrs. Marlow? Didn’t you get everywhere?”

“Not your asshole,” I said.

She gasped, “What?”

“Luckily, I have my big mommy-cock to do it with,” I said, slapping my huge cock down on her crack. Her butt-cheeks felt so wonderful against my throbbing flesh. She gasped and threw a look over her shoulder at me.

“But M-Mrs. Marlow!” she squealed. “That’s… I mean, you can’t… That’s my…”

“Shh,” I told her, stroking her back. “I told you, Aoi, I will never hurt you. Just like I won’t ever hurt my daughter. Do you believe me?”

“Yes,” she squeaked.

“Good.” I pressed my cock into her butt-crack. “Just relax. I promise you that anal sex with a futa-dick feels amazing. Okay. My daughter has fucked me in the ass, and I loved it.”

“Your daughter?”

“She’s a futa, too.” I slid my cock lower, the delicious flesh squeezing about the crown of my dick. Then I found her puckered asshole. “There we are. Now just relax. I’m going to go slow, okay?”

“Okay, Mrs. Marlow.”

I pushed forward on Aoi’s asshole, my dick aching. Her tight anal ring slowly parted for my crown. My futa-cock leaked all that precum to lube the way. She groaned and squirmed, her butt-cheeks clenching as her asshole widened more and more.

It felt incredible. I felt the ring slowly sliding over the crown of my cock, stretching open to take more and more of it. She whimpered, her head tossing back and forth. Then a low, throaty groan rose from her, sounding tense.

“It’s okay,” I purred, my hands stroking her sides. “Relax, Aoi. You’ll love this.”

“Yes, Mrs. Marlow!” she gasped.

My cock popped into her asshole.

I shuddered at the velvety delight of her hot asshole sliding around the tip of my cock. I went deeper and deeper into her bowels. My pussy clenched as I savored the wonderful delight of her hot flesh.

The bliss melted up my mommy-cock to my pussy. The pleasure was exquisite. I smiled, savoring the delight. My pussy clenched as I went deeper and deeper into her hole. It was amazing. I sighed, loving every second of entering her bowels. This was incredible. A true treat to enjoy.

“Oh, Aoi,” I groaned.

“Mrs. Marlow,” she gasped in surprise delight as I bottomed out in her bowels. Her asshole squeezed around my girth. “It does feel good.”

“Told you,” I cooed and drew back.

She whimpered and squirmed, her bowels squeezing about my mommy-cock. That felt amazing to me. I groaned and slammed back into her. I buried to the hilt into her asshole. She groaned and squeezed about me.

Her wonderful flesh held me tight as I thrust away. I fucked the girl hard and fast, my crotch smacking into her cute rump. Her whimpers and my moans echoed through the room. My tits heaved before me.

“Oh, Aoi, yes!” I gasped. “Your asshole feels amazing. There’s nothing bad in here.”

“Nothing!” she agreed. “This is amazing, Mrs. Marlow. Yes, yes, this is wonderful!”

Her young bowels gripped me. Every plunge into her warmed up my pussy. My ovaries drank in the bliss, my load of futa-cum readying to fire into her asshole. I would flood her with all that jizz. I would baste her with every bit of spunk I had.

I shuddered. My pussy clenching. Juices soaked my bush as my excitement swelled and swelled. Her velvety bowels built the pressure at the tip of my cock. I would have such a mighty eruption of cum in her depths.

“Mrs. Marlow!” she gasped. “Oh, Mrs. Marlow. That’s so good. That’s amazing. I love this. I love this so much.”

“So do I!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, so do I!”

I plunged into her bowels with such powerful strokes. I was getting closer and closer to flooding this cute girl with my futa-cum. My ovaries brimmed with all the jizz I would fire into her. I buried into her asshole, her flesh clenching about me as I pulled back.

She squealed in delight.

“Mrs. Marlow!” she gasped as I plunged into her bowels. “I’m cumming again!”

Her hot asshole convulsed around my dick. The virgin bucked on the table. Her bowels rippled about me, sucking at my cock. I groaned, my face contorting from the bliss of her wicked flesh massaging me.

I drew back as she gasped and whimpered. Her flesh swelled that aching tip at the pinnacle of my girl-dick. I groaned and then thrust forward again. I buried into her convulsing depths, loving the way her flesh massaged around my cock.

“Oh, yes, yes, Aoi!” I gasped. “This is amazing. I’m going to… to… Cum!”

My futa-jizz fired into her bowels. I pumped load after load of my futa-cum into her bowels I basted her with all the spunk that was brimming inside of me. It was incredible to feel. It was awesome to unleash all this spunk into her asshole.

“Oh, Mrs. Marlow!” she moaned. “You’re filling up my butt. Ooh, this is so wicked! Yes!”

“It is!” I moaned.

My pussy convulsed, adding those waves of delight to the ecstasy firing out of my dick. The dual delights carried me higher and higher. My big boobs heaved before me as I basted the girl’s tight asshole. Her flesh rippled around me.

She milked out the last of my cum.

I panted after firing that final spurt of jizz into her. My breasts rose and fell. I groaned, my body buzzing from all the delight that I pumped into her bowels. She whimpered, her flesh’s spasming slowing and then stopping.

“Mrs. Marlow,” she mewled.

“Mmm, I need to take a picture of this,” I purred. This was the perfect temptation to keep my futa-daughter from straying.

Sky would continue to be my good girl thanks to Aoi and all the other virgins I would find.

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Sky Marlow

I was sitting bored in the back of my first class, just waiting for next period when I would have Mrs. Reyes to lust after. To figure out how to seduce. My clit throbbed as the fantasies of enjoying that Latina MILF danced through my head.

My phone chirped. I had it set with that high-pitched tone adults couldn’t hear. It was a screech verging on inaudible to me. I pulled it out and swiped the screen without looking down at it. I kept my eyes on Mr. Tate’s lecture. I was skilled at sneaking out my phone in class.

A text from Mom.

I opened it and the picture dragged my eyes down. There was Aoi Suzihara bent over a desk naked, her fingers pulling apart her butt-cheeks to show her asshole bubbling with cum. Jizz ran down to her black bush where my mother’s fingers held the girl’s pussy open.

Revealing a hymen.

“I have just what you need for lunch,” the text read. “Love, Mom.”

“Fuck,” I groaned beneath my breath. Really? Already. I had to play this out carefully. I had hoped to use lunch to enjoy Mrs. Reyes.

How could I fuck a MILF and get away with it?

To be continued…

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A powerful desire leads to a passionate night of love making for two college girls. But where will their relationship go from there?

Amanda Likes Japanese Girls

by Vincent

Part 1

Amanda was in her bath robe sitting on her bed, waiting for the sound she’s waited for every night this week. Amanda had a crush. She knew it was the real thing, because when she met Hina for the first time her teeth tingled. It was a dead give away. Every time she met someone that piqued her love interest she had that same reaction, tingling teeth. Almost all the girls in her wing of the dorm showered in the morning, like most Americans, to wash away the sleepy. Now Amanda showered at night, usually late, because she waited until she heard the footsteps of the Japanese exchange student at the end of the hall on her way to the shower. Two nights she missed the sound all together, twice there were other girls in the shower room, and once Hina went back to her room because she’d forgotten something.

She heard the distinct flip flop sound of bathroom slippers going past her door, but decided to wait a few minutes to make sure her love interest had already entered the shower when she arrived. Amanda didn’t want to allow her another excuse to go back to her room, claiming she forgot her conditioner or something. She grabbed her towel and shampoo and headed down the hall. There was nobody in the changing room, but Amanda could hear the shower running. She put her robe in a locker and went into the shower room. There were partitions between the showers, but there weren’t any doors. Two rows of three showers went down each side and at the far end there was a bathtub.

Amanda grew up on a Wisconsin dairy farm with two younger brothers. She was no stranger to hard work or rough play. She played softball and basketball in high school, and developed an athletic figure that complimented her blond haired, farm girl beauty very well. In fact, she became a Badger on a softball scholarship. When she entered the shower naked Hina turned to watch the gorgeous Amazon in motion. She couldn’t help thinking it was the most athletic body she had ever seen on a girl and part of her wished she looked just the same. Hina thought her new friend must be very confident and proud.

“Hey there, Hina,” Amanda said with a big smile, “How was your day?” What she really wanted to say was, “You look so beautiful nude and I want to make love with you.” Hina was almost the opposite of Amanda, the top of her head only came up to Amanda’s chin. She had the typical delicate features of an Asian woman, a slim body, small round breasts, creamy beige skin, and big hazel colored eyes that melted Amanda’s heart.

“It was ok,” Hina said, “It’s just that I have a hard time understanding some of my professors.”

“You’re lucky. I can’t understand any of mine.” Amanda stepped into the stall across from Hina and turned on the water. As she wetted herself and began to rub soap on her body she stole glances at Hina. Amanda watched her skin glisten as the lather washed down her body onto the floor. Her bathing had the aura of an erotic dance as she twisted and bent to reach all her places. She imagined what it would be like to move with her, to kiss the skin the foam surrendered. For a moment their eyes locked breaking Amanda’s thoughts. She suddenly became aware she had been unconsciously rubbing the bar of soap back and forth over her vagina. Moreover she realized Hina had seen her. Amanda needed to cover her embarrassment.

“If you need any help with your classes, I would be glad to go over some material with you,” she offered.

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that. You have school and softball and other things. I’m sure you are so busy,” Hina replied, but actually thought she could really use the help.

“Not at all. I usually waste too much time in the evenings; anyway you just live down the hall. I’ll kick you out if I get too busy”

“Ok, that would be nice.” They exchanged smiles. “I hope you don’t mind me saying,” Hina continued, “you have a beautiful body.”

“Thank you,” it pleased Amanda to hear Hina say that.

“You look so strong, yet you are so, uh, like a female.”

“Feminine.”

“Yes, feminine. Thank you.”

“See, I can help.”

“Would you like me too wash your back? It’s a tradition in Japan. We wash each other’s backs.”

Amanda wasn’t sure what to think, but she liked the idea of closing the physical distance between them. “Sure, that would be nice,” she said.

Hina shut off her water. She took a washcloth and filled it with soap. The girls looked in each other’s eyes for a moment. Amanda wondered if Hina was sharing any of the same feelings.

“Turn around,” Hina said. She began making small circles on Amanda’s back. She started in the middle and had to reach up to get her shoulders, then worked her way down. Hina was doing a very thorough job. “You have beautiful skin.”

“Thank you. It’s from growing up on a dairy farm,” the taller girl said, “That feels nice.”

“What is dairy?”

“Oh, it’s milk. My family raises cows for milk.”

“I love cows. They are so cute.”

“You wouldn’t think so if you had to take care of them.”

“Maybe,” Hina said thoughtfully, “but still I would like to see your dairy farm some day.”

“Sure. It’s about a two hour drive from here. We can go for a weekend.”

“That would be so much fun.”

Hina didn’t stop scrubbing at Amanda’s waist. She continued down to her bottom, rubbing the cloth over each buttock and into the space between, admiring her lean shapely ass. Amanda felt the cloth touch her pussy, but it was very brief and couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not.

“There you go, all done,” Hina said, “now you can rinse.” Amanda turned to let the stream wash the suds away, but Hina didn’t step back. The girls looked at each other silently for a moment, both of them unsure what to do next. They let their gaze lower over each other’s bodies, feeling their desire swell. Hina put her hand on Amanda’s stomach. “I like touching your body,” the smaller girl said, then she broke the silence again, “You don’t have any hair there. Do all American girls shave?”

It took a moment for Amanda to comprehend the question. “Oh, I suppose it’s fashionable these days. I think most girls do.”

“I want to be an American girl, too. I want to be like you,” Hina said. She grabbed her thick black pubic hair in her fingers and pulled. “Japanese girls don’t shave. It would be shameful for them.”

“Why? Nobody would see.”

“In Japan, hot springs are very popular. People would think a girl is a slut if she shaved.”

“So you know the word slut? Your English is pretty good.”

“Japanese people have so much hair, it’s black and hard. I don’t like it. Would you like to feel?”

Amanda reached out, and gently rolled Hina’s pubic hair in her fingertips. Amanda felt her heart aching for this sweet girl; she could hardly believe this was happening. Amanda let her hand go flat against Hina’s mons pubis and began to move her hand slowly down between her legs. Hina drew a deep breath between her teeth and looked up at her new friend, the girls locked eyes. As Amanda leaned down to kiss Hina they were startled by the noise of the locker room door. Hina quickly turned, grabbed her things and walked out of the shower room just as another girl came in to bathe. By the time Amanda had made it to the locker room Hina had left. She put on her robe and went back to her room.

Amanda lay on her bed in her robe thinking about what had just happened. She went over every detail of the encounter in her mind and tried to parse it for veiled meaning. It seemed to her that her crush was returning her feelings, but she couldn’t be sure. She worried she had been leading Hina into doing something against her will because she wanted her to. Maybe Hina was too shy or scared to push her away. Also she had left really quickly when they were about to be discovered. On the other hand she didn’t pull away when Amanda was about to kiss her, and they touched each other so passionately, so freely. Lying on the bed, Amanda felt excited, confused, scared and hopeful, but mostly she felt a desire to be intimate with Hina. She knew she would never get to sleep unless she made herself come.

She could still feel Hina’s hand on her stomach and the way the Japanese girl’s pubic hair felt in her fingers. She was going crazy thinking that her hand had almost caressed her tiny Asian vagina; she wanted so badly to touch it. Amanda slid her hand inside her robe and down between her legs as she imagined Hina’s body, naked, lying next to her. Amanda’s smooth skin was still moist from her shower, but her pussy had become very wet. Her fingers glided easily between the folds of her labia. She found her clitoris and with her fingertips began to rub in a circular motion, then up and down, allowing her fingers to enter her pussy, touching sensitive places deep inside. She imagined it was Hina doing this to her. She imagined kissing her soft breasts. It felt good, she began to tingle inside. It gave her some relief from her sexual tension, but she knew it would only be temporary. She could never be fully satisfied until she had Hina for her own.

Amanda felt her pleasure growing until her orgasm was certain. She was very skilled at masturbating. Sex partners were difficult to come by for a lesbian in rural Wisconsin, so she had to spend many restless evenings satisfying herself. She could orchestrate a big climax for her pussy, especially when she was this excited about a girl. She built her pleasure up to the edge and let it ease back down several times before she couldn’t hold back any longer and went cascading over the edge. Her legs tensed up as she pushed her fingers hard against her clitoris. She felt her pussy pulsating as waves of pleasure rolled over her body. She tried to stifle her scream, the dormitory walls are thin, but the noise came out like a long muffled grunt. After, she lay back on the bed. Her tension was abated, but she certainly wasn’t satisfied. There was only one solution for that. She gently massaged her pussy as the contractions faded away and she sank into the bed. Sleep finally found her.

The sound of tapping invading Amanda’s restless dream brought her back to consciousness. She realized someone was gently knocking on her door. She checked the clock. It was a little past midnight; she’d only been asleep for about an hour. She stood up and opened the door.

“I can’t sleep,” Hina said, “I keep thinking about what happened in the shower.” The Japanese girl was standing at the door in a pink t-shirt with “Sunshine Girl” written on it that barely covered her navel, and gray cotton panties. Amanda’s heart leaped into her throat at the sight of her crush, at her door, vulnerable, looking so incredibly cute. She couldn’t speak. The silence made Hina wonder if she had made a mistake by coming.

“Come in,” She finally managed to choke out, “I couldn’t sleep either. I tried to masturbate, but it didn’t help.” Hina stepped in and Amanda closed the door behind her.

“What is masturbate?”

“It’s sex with yourself. You touch yourself there.” gesturing to Hina’s pussy.

“Yes, in Japanese we say “manzuri.” It means ten thousand rubs. I tried that, too”

“Well, it doesn’t take quite that many for me.”

“I’m sorry I ran away in the shower. I was having so many feelings, I was confused and I got scared,” Hina said apologetically as the two girls sat on the bed.

“Don’t worry about it. I think it’s a natural reaction.” Amanda took Hina’s hand in hers.

“You were going to kiss me, weren’t you?”

“Yes. I wanted to.”

“Amanda, do you like girls?” Hina asked so quietly.

“Yes, I do. How about you?”

“I’ve never been with a girl, but I’ve never been with a boy either.”

“But you must have feelings, inside. What do you feel?”

“I think you are so beautiful and so exciting. You can still kiss me if you want to?”

Amanda quietly whispered “very much” as she moved her mouth towards Hina’s. The smaller girl lifted up her face and closed her eyes as Amanda pressed her lips on hers. All their anxieties melted away. Both girls felt an electrifying thrill pass through each other’s lips into their bodies. They pressed harder as if they were kissing each other with their entire beings. They were instantly intoxicated by their passion for one another. Their arms instinctively wrapped around each other. Their hands began to roam over the other’s body. They were eager to be as they were in the shower, naked, close, lost in each other’s eyes.

Amanda pulled Hina’s t-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. They both looked at the topless girl’s breasts.

“They aren’t as big as yours,” Hina said.

“But they look so cute.” Amanda bent forward and took the small nipple in her mouth. It was so much better than her imagination. She squeezed it between her lips and licked the gentle flesh until it glistened with her saliva, then she did the same to her other breast. Amanda’s robe had come open, Hina pushed it off her shoulders and it dropped to the bed. Both girls lay down on the bed facing each other, their legs became intertwined. They spent the next few minutes kissing, touching each other’s chests and stomach, running their hands over their lover’s ass. They reached the point where they both wanted something more, but Amanda felt she needed to be sensitive to Hina’s inexperience. She thought if she went too fast her friend would become uneasy.

“So you’ve never been with anybody before?” Amanda asked.

“Not really. Just in junior high school with my friends, we talk about boys in our class and practice kissing. I had one friend, we touched each others…how do you say this?”

“Pussy.”

“We touch our pussy, and we put our pussy together.” Hina made a gesture with her fingers to show her meaning.

“You rubbed your pussies together? Did you like it?”

“It was nice. Then she got a boyfriend and we didn’t do that anymore.”

“Did you want to?”

“Yes, I liked her very much.”

“Would you like to try that with me?”

“Yes.” Hina said so sweetly Amanda had to take her in her arms and hold her to her against her body. Then the girls looked into each other’s eyes, smiled, and resumed their petting.

Amanda’s hand slid over Hina’s ass, under her panties and pushed them down to her knees. Hina kicked her panties the rest of the way off. Amanda drew her hand up over Hina’s thigh and hip, around to her stomach and nestled her fingers in Hina’s coarse black pubic hair.

“You’re right, it’s so hard and thick. My fingers could get stuck,” Amanda said.

“I can save you,” Hina put her hand over Amanda’s and pushed it down further until it covered the opening of her vagina. She guided her lover’s hand back and forth. Amanda could feel Hina’s wetness coating her fingers. She pressed Amanda’s finger against the opening of her pussy and it slipped inside her. Amanda thought her pussy was very small and wondered if two fingers would even fit inside. Hina gasped with pleasure and began grinding her hips against Amanda’s hand. She wanted to return the same pleasure to her friend.

“You are so good at that,” Hina said, “Can I try doing it to you?”

“Yes please.”

“I might not be very good.”

“Don’t worry. I’m going to love it.” Without taking her finger out of Hina she lifted her thigh to give Hina easy access to her pussy. Hina looked at the shaved pussy and gently placed her hand flat on her vulva. The girls kissed. Hina gently rubbed her friend until she felt her fingers sliding between the folds of Amanda’s labia.

“How am I doing?” Hina asked. The girl giggled at each other.

“That feels fantastic,” she said, “put your fingers inside me.” Hina slid two fingers down across Amanda’s clitoris and urethra into the opening. She felt the slippery warm wetness coating her fingers. She rubbed her fingers all around the inside of her pussy, reaching into the folds, outlining the contours of all the deep places. Amanda’s finger reached the end of Hina’s small vagina and she traced her finger around her cervix. She pushed on the opening of her friend’s womb, forcing it up into her stomach and wiggled her fingers. The sensation drove Hina crazy with pleasure, she began moaning, “Iku, iku, iku.” Hina’s body tensed and started shaking; she had never felt a thrilling ecstasy like this before. She pressed her body hard against Amada, trapping their hands between them. Amanda felt her orgasm build and shatter along with Hina’s, their moans of pleasure in unison. As the waves of pleasure died down they both rolled onto their back, slow and languid. They giggled and gently caressed each other.

“That was so wonderful,” Hina said, “nobody touched me like that before. You are amazing.”

“Thank you,” Amanda said, “you are amazing, too. What is “iku?” Hina laughed in embarrassment.

“Oh, Japanese people say “iku” when they go…” Hina took Amanda’s fingers and squeezed them rhythmically. “How do you say?”

“Orgasm. Come. We say I’m coming,” she explained.

“In Japanese “iku” means “go,” I’m going,” she said, “Did you coming?”

“Yes, I came very big.”

“Me, too. I came the biggest in my life. I want to come like that every day.” The girls sank back into the mattress and stared at the ceiling holding hands.

“Do you like playing softball?”

“I guess so, but it’s a lot more hard work than in high school. People are more serious about winning at the university level.”

“Do you have friends on your team?”

“Sure, we are teammates. We fight for each other.”

“In Japan, we have an image of softball girls.”

“What’s that?”

“They like girls.”

“Yeah, I guess so. We have that image too, but it’s not so true.”

“How about your team? Do they know you like girls?”

“I don’t really know who likes what, but it doesn’t matter.”

“Can I watch you play sometime?”

“Yes, I would like that. We have home games against Nebraska next week.”

“Amanda, would you make me come again.”

“I would like that very much.”

Amanda rolled over on top of Hina, resting on her elbows so as not to crush the smaller girl. Hina spread her legs and Amanda’s hips nestled between her thighs. Amanda’s breasts hung down and their nipples pressed together. The girls explored each other’s mouths with their lips and tongues. Hina put her hands on Amanda’s ass and pulled it tight into her body. She tried to rub her vulva against her partner’s.

“Your hair is tickling my pussy,” Amanda said.

“Sorry. I want to cut it off.”

“It’s ok. It feels nice.”

“I want to put our pussy together.”

“Good idea.” Amanda sat back and put her legs forward. She put her left leg over Hina’s right, and the right one under Hina’s left leg. They scooted forwards until their pussies touched. They lifted their asses to get more pressure against each other.

“I love this,” Hina said, “It’s much better than with my friend.”

Amanda put her hands under Hina’s ass and raised her up so their clitorises were rubbing against each other. Hina put her hands on Amanda’s shoulders and grinded her pussy against her lovers. The girls began to breathe heavily as their pleasure grew, and exchanged kisses frequently. It was a difficult position to maintain, but the ecstasy was intense. The lubricant from the two girls pussies mixed together to cover their vulvas in slippery wetness. Their tender skin slid across each other effortlessly.

“I’m going to come,” Amanda announced, “this feels so good.”

“I want to come with you. Hold me tight.” Amanda wrapped her arms around Hina and held her to her chest. Both girls began gasping and moaning as floods of pleasure washed over their bodies. Hina threw her head back, her mouth gapping at the ceiling. Amanda leaned forward and kissed her neck hard as they both shared the same orgasm. Having exhausted their spasms they lay back on the bed completely spent. Amanda broke the long silence.

“That was the most wonderful experience of my life,” she said. She pulled the blanket up over herself and her lover and they both fell asleep exchanging kisses just before the late spring sky began to turn light.

End of Part 1

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Principal Turner deals with the aftermath of her lesbian encounter with a dominating former student and new employee.

Maggie pulled into the drive about 8:45 still stunned by the encounter with Taisha. It was like a dream. A really bad dream, but one she could not help wanting to repeat. Taisha had melted away all her inhibitions without her even realizing it. Maggie would have fired anyone of her staff instantly for far less inappropriate behavior than she just exhibited.

How could she face Taisha again? She would have to. Taisha had made it clear that she intended to do it again next week. Maggie had to put a stop to that way of thinking. She thought about going around back to the RV and talking to her now. However, with Sam at home, now was not the time. She had cleaned herself up in the restroom at school, but she could feel her panties getting stiff from her dried cum.

How could she face Sam without him knowing something was wrong? Also, in her paranoia, she thought she could smell Taisha’s perfume on herself. She was afraid Sam would detect it. Her plan was to move as quickly as possible to the shower and get cleaned up. Then she would greet Sam.

When she entered, Sam was watching television. Maggie yelled, “Hey Honey, I am whipped. I’m gonna take a quick shower, be down in few.”

“Ok, love ya,” replied Sam.

“Love you too.”

Maggie breathed a sigh of relief as she made it to the top of the steps. She quickly slid out of her clothes and put them in the laundry basket. When she saw the dried cum stains on her panties, she closed her eyes and flashed back to the events in her office. She hadn’t felt anything quite like it before. As if every cell in her body was on overload leaving her paralyzed with pleasure.

Her mind reeling, she walked over to the window, and cracked the blinds, looking out at the RV. She thought she saw shadows moving. Her heart raced, but she could not see into the RV. Just as she thought about how to handle her situation with Taisha, she saw a shadow in the window.

Taisha had just finished Taco Bell for dinner and was looking forward to a shower after her encounter with Principal Turner. At least a hundred times Taisha had masturbated thinking of her. But, after all those fantasies, the reality of just one finger making Principal Turner cum with a shuttering orgasm was so much more powerful.

As she looked around the RV, she was awash in guilt. Principal Turner and her husband got her a job, were kind enough to let her live in their RV until she got settled. She repaid the kindness by seducing Ms. Turner in her office at work!

She recalled how Ms. Turner felt in her arms, and how powerfully aroused she felt pleasuring her. Principal Maggie Turner had been her fantasy for so long… Besides, if she read Sam right, he was a handsy, womanizing letch. Maggie even acknowledged his wandering eye.

Taisha just wanted to take a shower and get out of her cum stained panties. She went to close the blinds, fearing Sam might be slinking about trying to sneak a peek. But she turned the rod the wrong way, causing the blinds to rotate upward. That gave her a view of Ms. Turner’s bedroom window. She did a double take and smiled when she realized she was not hallucinating Ms. Turner was standing naked at the window.

At that moment, Maggie saw the blinds shift upward, allowing a view into the RV bedroom. She briefly saw Taisha, blouse unbuttoned and hanging loose. Suddenly they made eye contact, Taisha’s eyes seemed to widen, and a smile came to her face. Maggie suddenly realized she was naked and backed quickly away from the window.

She ducked into the bathroom as if Taisha could somehow levitate and still see her naked through the window. She started the shower and waited for the warm water. When her phone dinged, it was a text from Taisha with a single word.

“Beautiful”

Maggie climbed in the shower, ashamed, angry, excited, embarrassed, flattered all at the same time.

As she washed herself clean, she tried to rationalize that the text may not be proof that Taisha had seen her. But she knew it was too much of a coincidence and now it would be that much more… difficult to have the conversation and put a stop to this.

Taisha thought about how to take advantage of this latest encounter. It seemed she might have her second opportunity to reel in Ms. Turner. She stared at the window hoping for her to return. But when the light dimmed, she guessed she went into the bathroom. Since her hair had not appeared wet, Taisha assumed she was showering now, before bed. She decided to take a quick shower of her own and try to surprise Ms. Turner should she peek again.

When Maggie finished showering, she slipped on her bath robe and went back to the window to close the blinds. When she looked down, she was shocked to see Taisha laying naked on the bed, reading a book, with the blinds still angled to give her a view in. The view only allowed line of sight of the lower half of the bed, where Taisha lay sideways at the foot of the bed, clearly intending to put on a show.

She could see the shape of Taisha’s hips and fullness of her breasts and dark dots of her areola. Her skin contrasted with the light comforter. Maggie could see the black triangle of her bush. She stood transfixed; her throat tight, as if she had a walnut lodged in it.

Taisha glanced up and saw Principal Turner looking down at her again. She smiled, knowing her opportunity had arrived.

Maggie notice a tiny dot of a belly button, when suddenly Taisha shifted position, propped up on her elbows, still lying on her back. Her eyes appeared to be looking right at Maggie and her smile was readily apparent. Her left leg slid to the side and she placed her foot on the floor, spreading her legs. She shifted weight to her left elbow and raised her right knee, revealing a hint of bright pink between her spread labia.

As Taisha’s right hand slid down her belly and between her spread legs, Maggie felt a wave of warm wetness flood her naked pussy. Taisha moved her hand up and down her exposed crotch and held up the same middle finger she had used on Maggie earlier. Then she returned it to her spread labia, closed her eyes and rolled her head back. Her hips gyrated as her hand moved up and down.

Maggie felt the urge to get Sam’s binoculars so she could see her up close. Her heart pounded and breathing intensified as the walnut in her throat seemed to grow.

Taisha peeked through her semi closed eyes to make sure that Ms. Turner was still watching, feeling it would not be long until she made herself cum

From above, Maggie imagined being in the room with her, watching up close, smelling her perfume and hearing her moans as she fingered herself. In the back of her mind, a voice screamed, “Maggie! Stop and get a grip on yourself. You need to put a stop to this now!” But at that very moment, Taisha’s hips thrust high and gyrated wildly, drowning out the voice of reason.

Taisha’s hand was a blur as Maggie watched her masturbate for her. Maggie’s pussy throbbed in response.

Taisha’s orgasm approached rapidly, knowing the object of so many fantasies was watching. She whispered to herself over and over, “I’m cumming for you Ms. Turner. I’m cumming for you. I’m cu, cumming for… Yooooouuuuuuu!” Her body shook as she came hard, then collapsed onto the bed. Next, she took her wet finger and brought it to her mouth…

Maggie nearly jumped out of her skin when Sam’s voice shattered the silence. “How’s it going, Maggie!”

She quickly closed the blind, turned toward the door, and yelled, “Fine, be down in a minute.”

He was walking down the hall. “I just closed a $750K Super Coach. We’re signing Saturday afternoon and we need to go out Saturday to celebrate.”

Sam stood in the door wearing a T-shirt and jeans. In contrast, Maggie was wearing only her robe, hiding her screaming hot pussy. She was flustered and horny. The first thought was jumping on him and riding him like a race horse. But it occurred to her, it would be awfully suspicious that she was instantly soaking wet.

She was never a real fan of sucking cock but did it for him a couple times a year because he loved it. So, she decided to reward him with a blow job, then keep him hard and ride him as long as he could take it. If she didn’t make him cum first, he wouldn’t last long. And she had a deep, deep itch that needed scratching.

“You’re incredible, Sam. I am so proud.” She walked over and kissed him hard. “I think a special reward is called for, don’t you?”

“Absolutely.” He smiled.

Maggie pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room. The phone dinged with a text, but she continued kissing him as she undid his belt and zipper. Then she shoved his chest hard, pushing him back onto the bed. In no time, she gripped his pants and underwear and pulled them off. When he tried to sit up, she shoved him back down.

“Huh-uh. It’s your night, honey. I’ll drive.” Laying halfway on the bed between his legs, she gripped his stiffening cock and spread her legs out behind her. She sucked his semi hard cock into her mouth and began to bob up and down, holding his base and balls in her hand.

“Oh Maggie, wow. Best commission ever.” His head rolled back.

Maggie needed him in her fast. She sucked, licked and bobbed like she never had before.

Sam was shocked by her behavior, but, loved it and felt a powerful orgasm building. His cock reached full hardness in record time as Maggie devoured him like a porn star. He knew she did not like to swallow so he made sure to give her warning.

“Oh yes! Oh, I’m gonna cum, ah!” he grunted.

Maggie sensed his pending climax before his warning, from the taste of his pre-cum that coated her tongue. Tonight, she would swallow because she needed to keep him hard.

Sam sensed her sucking even harder and was unsure what to do. He could not hold off any longer. He watched his wife take him to the hilt and out to the tip, never breaking contact, eyes closed and totally focused on sucking his cock.

“Oh Maggie, I’m cumming!” he grunted, trying to push her head off. But she slapped his hand away and nodded her head as she worked his length in and out.

Ready to blow, his cock pulse as he unloaded a series of rapid-fire shots of hot cum in her mouth. She swallowed the thick metallic tasting cream as fast as she could. Sam thrust his hips in the air with his mouth wide open and grunted with each blast of cum.

In the midst of the strongest orgasm he had in a very long time, Sam arched his back, amazed at the enthusiasm with which Maggie worked his cock. Even after sucking him dry, she continued to deep throat him hungrily like she wanted more. He lay back and let her have her way.

“Oh baby, that feels good. Damn,” he moaned.

When Maggie could feel him returning to full hardness, she released him from her mouth. Then she looked up at him and stood up. “Slide on up that bed and let me ride that stiff dick,” she said with authority.

He gladly obeyed. He had not seen her like this in a long time and was more than happy to let her drive. There was something incredibly sexy about a woman riding your cock for her own pleasure. If it were up to him, they would do it like this every time.

He no sooner put head to pillow than she straddled him, reached behind her ass and gripped his cock. Needing her itch scratched, Maggie lowered herself onto his hard-on and began to ride his six-inch tool. Her labia gripped his pole as she pulled out to the head and dropped back down balls deep, moving faster with each cycle.

Leaning forward, she kissed him, while rocking forward and back along the length of his cock. He was reluctant when she slid her tongue firmly in his mouth with the taste of his cum still on her, but he could not deny her while she rode his cock. And if he were truly honest with himself, he did not dislike the taste.

When she sensed he might be building toward another orgasm, she slowed and sat up with both palms on his chest, arms extended. This forced him all the way in. She rolled her hips in a circular motion, grinding herself against him. He found this incredibly sexy and it slowed down his pending orgasm.

Sam felt her warm sticky juices coating his balls and pubes as she ground herself on him faster and harder. Eyes closed, she rocked and panted, working his stiff hot dick against her clit. She loved the feeling of his cock shoved into the hilt and not letting him retreat.

“Oh yes, Maggie, ride me, honey,” he said, gripping her hips.

Sensing he was no longer on the verge, she picked up her pace, so she could make herself cum. She needed it badly and once she found the rhythm for hitting the sweet spot, she went all out. Sitting straight up, she hung her hands to the side and rolled her hips like a belly dancer.

Sam held on for the ride and watched in amazement as Maggie seemed to be in another world. Her eyes were closed, mouth wide open and she squealed like a teenage girl getting fucked for the first time. “Hah! Hah! Hah! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh!”

Though he loved it, Sam had never seen her even close to this out of control. He wasn’t sure what he had done to get her in this state but was happy that he did. “Oh damn, Maggie, that feels so good!”

“Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh!” she wailed, grinding faster and faster.

Her pussy sloshed as she swirled on his cock. “Oh God, make yourself cum, honey,” he said, trying to encourage her, unsure what to say as this was a first. He just pushed his hot rod in the air, and she was doing it all.

“Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh! Hhhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhh!”

Unable to hold out any longer, he unloaded inside Maggie’s hungry pussy. “Oh baby, yes! Ah, yesssss!” He grunted as his balls emptied.

As her orgasm peaked, she collapsed forward on top of him with his cock still inside her, rolling slowly up and down his cock. After two orgasms, his cock softened quickly. Then she slid off and snuggled up next to him, cheek on his shoulder. The itch was definitely scratched.

Tonight, gave her a good lesson, she felt. She had fallen into the trap of feeling unappreciated and neglected by her husband, but this was a perfect example of the pot and the kettle. Look how he responded to a little attention from her. It was amazing.

One thing was for sure. After ten years of marriage they still had a pretty good sex life and Taisha had certainly provided a spark for both of them. For that she was grateful, but she would need to have a talk with her, apologize for her behavior and make sure nothing like that ever happens again.

Sam’s breathing was slow and steady. Apparently contented, he dozed off quickly. Maggie quietly rolled off the bed and freshened up. When she came back to the bedroom, he had crawled under the covers and fallen sound asleep. She checked her phone and saw the message from Taisha.

“Tasted better earlier”

Maggie was confused about what that meant. Then the image of Taisha’s masturbating and taking her finger to her mouth afterward played back in her mind. She recalled; Taisha had also tasted her finger after touching Maggie. The memory still felt like a dream. It felt as if she left her own body and watched from outside herself. She was powerless to stop her and unable to think about anything, but the pleasure Taisha’s touch infused into her body.

Maggie thought to herself, “I was caught by surprise. Her massage felt so good and relieved so much pent-up tension, that I just let it all go… I won’t let that happen again.”

She slid in bed next to Sam. His warmth combined with the release of tension made Maggie quite sleepy. In no time she drifted off.

The next morning, Sam woke with Pharrell Williams’ song “Happy” in his head. “Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth…” he danced into the bathroom to take a shower.

Maggie had to laugh and did something they hadn’t done in a while. She followed him and they showered together. After they had washed each other, he stepped out, letting her shave and finish her personal grooming. She hated to leave him that morning, but it was an important day. She had to prepare for a City Council meeting that evening and it was going to be a late night.

When she left for work, he was doing a little dance in his tighty whities, “Because I’m happy… Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof.”

She giggled, shook her head and pulled the door closed to block the view into the house. “Our neighbors will think you’ve lost your mind.”

“They’ll just think I love my wife. Clap along…” He continued to shake his booty.

“I love you too,” she said as she closed the door and walked to the car.

When she arrived at work bright and early, Elisabeth Richards was there to greet her in full suck up mode. “Good morning, Ms. Turner. I am looking forward to the Council meeting tonight. Are you going to be arguing for the new tax initiative this evening?”

Maggie was pretty sure she knew the answer already and was just trying to score points with her. “Yes, I will be. It’s been eight years since there have been any new education tax initiatives passed. Ten dollars a license plate is not a lot but would make a huge impact on our budget. It would easily allow for full funding of our middle school tablet program with several hundred thousand left over for classroom upgrades.”

“Sounds like you are ready,” she said enthusiastically. “I can’t wait to hear it tonight.”

Maggie found her somewhat annoying in her shallowness, but she was a high energy young lady that seemed to translate well in the classroom and her classes performed well in annual validation tests. At five feet two inches and one hundred pounds, she was a bit of a fireball. She burned hot and meant well for the most part but did not always act with couth.

“It’s an easy argument, but that doesn’t mean much when it comes to matters of the purse strings and politics,” said Maggie, trying not to be defeatist. “We’ve been trying for five years.”

At lunch time, Taisha saw Maggie at the teachers’ lounge. “Afternoon, Principal Turner, you look more relaxed today. I hope I helped with that.”

Maggie blushed as she struggled for a response. Luckily, Liz’s lack of couth came in handy. “That’s what preparation and confidence in your position does for you, Ms. Smith,” Liz said. “Principal Turner is gonna knock em’ dead tonight.”

Taisha was slightly startled when Ms. Richards jumped into the conversation out of nowhere. She didn’t even know she was in the room.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Ms. Richards.” Maggie looked at her watch. “That reminds me, I have a little prep work before I contact Councilman Wallace this afternoon.”

When Maggie left, Taisha looked at Liz resisting the urge to bite her head off. Before she could think of a response, Liz cut in. “Principal Turner has been prepping for months on the ‘Tag Fee’ proposal and today is the big day. What makes you think you are the reason she is not stressed for it?” She asked with a snippy tone.

Taisha again bit her lip. She thought about whether she should respond or just walk away. If she didn’t fill in the blanks for Liz, she would probably fill them in herself and have things all wrong.

“I was referring to the fact that I had volunteered to act as Interim Social Studies teacher after Mr. Cheswick retires on Monday,” Taisha replied with a look of impatience aimed at Ms. Richards. “She was a bit stressed about it with the short notice he gave and taking that action off her plate seemed to help.”

“Wow, you really are a climber, aren’t you Taisha? You just come in and bump out all the experienced subs that have been patiently waiting for an opportunity to go full time. You need to pay your dues, sweetie, before you can roll in and take a full-time position.”

Taisha quickly realized that Liz was already jumping to the worst conclusion. Maggie asked her and she said yes. It was that simple. There was no short cutting on Taisha’s part. And what business was it of hers, anyway, wondered Taisha.

“I know the perfect candidate for Mr. Cheswick’s class, and he has paid his dues,” Liz said, loud enough for a couple of the other teachers to hear.

Taisha was very frustrated and did not want to let those comments go unchallenged in front of others. “I did not solicit that job, Ms. Richards. I was talking to her on other matters and she asked since I was right there, and I accepted. It’s just that simple.”

“Thanks, then I’ll point out her oversight. I’ll make sure Principal Turner is aware of her omission of seniority protocols.” She left the teachers’ lounge.

The other teachers looked uncomfortable, not sure what they had just heard or if they could even believe Liz Richards. Either way, Taisha felt the seed had been planted: Taisha Smith gets special treatment.

Taisha stewed for the rest of the day, wondering if she had accidentally caused a problem for Principal Turner. She tried to get in to see her during her breaks, but she had locked herself away in the office, prepping for the council meeting.

Taisha was home by Four and had the place to herself, so she put on a red bikini and decided to have a little pool time. She was not a great swimmer anymore, but with a full-sized lap pool in the back yard, she really wanted to take advantage of the free exercise opportunity.

Not to mention, Ms. Turner told her that she gets up at 5:30AM some mornings to do laps, so this could be another chance to make a connection with her.

She struggled to make one length of the pool and had to stop to catch her breath. Her goal, she thought, was a reasonable start of four lengths. She hadn’t swum in over ten years, other than a spring break in mobile, but that was nothing like lap swimming.

She finished four with a five-minute break between each lap. As she caught her breath, she was startled by Sam sitting in a lounge chair watching her. “Impressive, Miss Smith, is there anything you can’t do?” he smiled.

His smile was creepy for lack of a better word. She had a sense when it came to older white men, and the pervert vibe oozed from every pore of his body.

Smiling as best she could, she thanked him, “Thanks, Mr. Turner, I had lessons at the Y when I was six and swam on the team for a year. But that was a long time ago.”

She had left her towel on the lounge chair, but he was standing next to it now. She thought that he had planned that well. Between the little bitch Ms. Richards and now Sammy the handsy, she was at her limit of bullshit for the day.

She climbed out and walked with confidence to retrieve her towel. When she stood up, his eyes ogled her body like a horny teenager. At that moment, she decided she was going to torture the horny bastard every chance she got.

Sam’s heart raced at the sight of Taisha in her bikini. Her full round breasts bulged out the sides of the red triangle of her string bikini. The bright red popped next to her dark skin. Her nipples were at full attention, and her areolas peeked through the wet material. Her arms were toned and smooth and her stomach smooth and flat with a round innie belly button.

As his eyes moved down, he could see a hint of her dark triangular bush through the thin wet fabric. Her legs were solid and toned and her skin shimmered in the sunlight. She moved into the space between the chairs.

Standing next to him, her legs seemed to go on forever. Her thighs were considerably bigger than Maggie’s. Her ebony skin looked silky smooth. Sam almost trembled, resisting the urge to touch her. The profile of her curved back and firm round ass got his hard-on growing fast.

Taisha turned toward the pool and bent down to dry her legs, giving him a great view of her ass. He moaned audibly and cleared his throat to mask it. The material tucked into her ass crack and revealed a bit of a camel toe below. He was sure she was flirting with him but needed to be careful.

Taisha turned it up a notch and while bent over, she looked back between her legs and smiled. Sam was imagining tracing his finger down her ass crack and over the camel toe. He jerked suddenly, shocked when he caught Taisha looking at him, realizing he had been busted for staring at her most private parts.

He looked toward the house. “The reason I came out was to ask if you would like to join me for dinner. I’m making my specialty, beef stew. But I just found out Maggie will be supping with Council Chairman Wallace and some of his lackeys this evening. I hate dining alone and the recipe feeds eight.”

She stood up and turned toward him. He fought to keep his eyes up but could not help looking at the bikini bottom. The dark little bush, taunted him, making him wonder how her pussy would taste.

“Can I trust you, Mr. Turner?” she grinned.

Looking up at her smiling, he lost himself again. Her lips were full and dark, contrasted against her bright white teeth. He had to close his eyes as he imagined what it would feel like to have those lips sliding over his stiff dick.

“What do you mean, Taisha?” he asked innocently. “Why would you think you can’t trust me?”

“I can see the way you look at me, Mr. Turner…” She looked at the ground, feigning coyness.

He stood up, looking nervous. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable, it was not my intent. It’s just, you’re very beautiful and… I… I should just shut up now. You don’t have to feel pressured for dinner. I was not trying to come on to you…” He was fidgeting and swaying, realizing he was getting himself in deeper with each second.

“It’s okay, Mr. Turner, I sometimes overreact. It’s just…” She looked deep in thought. “You’d be surprised how many older white men… I’m not saying you’re old…” She looked at him and smiled. “We’re not communicating too well, are we?”

Relieved she broke the tension, he worked to save himself. “Taisha, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. That was not my intent.” He felt like he was standing way too close and was terrified she would notice his semi boner despite the fact it was now retreating. He took two large steps back as he spoke, “I understand if you don’t want to… Let’s just save dinner for a night when Maggie is here.”

Taisha felt a great victory in the battle against the bull shit of the day but sensed a chance to take his torture a step further. “You know Sam, (She grinned on the inside using his first name.) I can’t begin to repay you and your wife. I, uh, I’m sorry if I, sometimes, I am so cynical. You’re not like other men, you and your wife have been so kind to me. I’ve grown up in an environment where, if someone was nice, they expected something in return. We are both adults and we both love your wife. We should be able to have dinner together without feeling awkward. What time should I be ready?”

“About an hour,” said Sam with an apprehensive smile.

As he was getting dinner ready, his mind bounced from relief to excitement to confusion with an occasional hint of guilt. Taisha was a mystery he could not figure out. Was she flirting and acknowledging interest in him or was she letting him know she wasn’t interested in another curious older white guy wondering what it would be like to tap a hot young black woman?

He knew marrying a strong-minded career woman was going to be a challenge. She had other needs and interest outside of him. That’s why he occasionally had to find avenues to fulfill his own needs when he was on the road. But, never this close to home. He could not risk it. She was friends with Maggie, and it would not end well. “Decision made… Hands off,” he said aloud.

Ten seconds later, the thought of touching that ebony ass consumed him. It quickly morphed into the image of fucking Taisha in that tight round ass. Two firsts in one. First black woman and first anal, he thought, oblivious to the “decision” he had made one minute earlier.

He set the places at the dining room table, his at the head and hers to the right. After opening a bottle of red wine, he filled two glasses. When she knocked at the kitchen sliding door, he nearly shot his load in his pants.

Taisha had on a pair of form fitting powder blue sports yoga pants with a white, grey and black rose flower pattern that resembled charcoal art work. It had a black four-inch-high waist band with four shimmering gold strips going around her waist. The top of the band dipped just below her dark belly button and curved up as it carried around her hips.

Her top – if you could call it a top – was a bright white form fitting low cut tank top that looked more like a sports bra than a top. It hugged her body with an elastic strip about an inch and a half wide below her breasts. It was low cut in front and pushed her full breasts together and up as if they could burst free at any minute. Sam’s mouth hung hopelessly agape. He was oblivious to the fact his eyes were glued to her tits.

Taisha’s smile widened when she saw how sadly he tried to act normal. She thought about throwing out the old cliché. “My eyes are up here.”

He walked to the door and slid it open. “Come in, Ms. Smith,” he said, trying to sound composed.

Taisha wanted to get the full effect and stepped quickly past him, with a little extra strut in her step giving him a full view of her backside.

Sam gasped at the sight. A seam ran down the middle of the yoga pant, drawing the material deep into her crack. To further highlight her beautiful butt. There were small rectangular pockets on the top half of either cheek that Sam immediately wanted to slide his hands into. The pockets seemed to have been made with a patch of the flowered material with horizontal pleats that carried across her ass to both pockets. The pleats were drawn in tighter at the center seam, further highlighting her gorgeous ass and forming a butterfly pattern.

He wanted to feel that ass so badly and let his hand follow that ass crack on down between her legs.

The top captured his gaze as well. It was higher cut between shoulder straps but had a large oval opening in the center that was crisscrossed by small rolls of the white fabric that formed a Y in the center of the oval. There was something incredibly sexy about that oval of exposed black skin.

She drew satisfaction from his silence and reveled in the thought of torturing the horny little letch. Sam wanted to kiss his way around that oval and…

“Dinner smells delicious Sa, I mean, Mr. Turner.” She smiled and sat down, setting a small gift bag on the table.

Her lips were shimmering with lip gloss and he wondered how they would taste, before his eyes zeroed in on those bulging breasts. The top actually dipped below her nipple level and he could see her black silver dollar sized areola peeking through the top just below the shoulder strap. He thought he could just separate those straps about an inch and kiss her nipples stiff.

Sam swallowed hard trying not to stare but could not help it. Her breasts curved inward from the top, converging into a dark line that faded into the tip of the bright white V. He wanted to bury his face in there and feel her warmth. It was remarkable to him that her skin seemed to shimmer everywhere on her body.

“Please, call me, Sam,” he said softly.

“Okay, Sam. Cheers.” She downed her whole glass of wine.

“Cheers.” He took a sip and she looked at him disappointedly. Then she nodded her head to encourage him to down it. He did and she leaned forward resting on an elbow, enhancing his view as she filled the glasses. Sam downed a second glass before serving dinner and she filled him with the rest of the bottle.

“All done,” she said in her school girl flirting voice.

Sam opened another and began to feel very confident in himself and the situation. By the end of dinner, they opened number three and he had no idea she was on her second glass and he was on his sixth. Taisha kept her glass going to her mouth frequently but just wet her lips each time.

She filled his glass again, pushed her chair back and turned to face him. This gave him a view of her exposed belly and that dark mysterious belly button that begged for his tongue. Taisha grinned at the horny bastard’s helpless wandering eyes.

“I have something for you, Sam,” she said, reaching into the gift bag.

He watched in anticipation as she pulled out a wood carving in mahogany of a black man in a tall pointed hat. He sat knees to his chest and hands on knees, with big eyes and a bigger smile. His face was stretched, and his cheekbones were huge, in line with the angle of his hat. He looked very phallic, causing Sam to think about bending her over the table and fucking her doggy style while she sucked it like a cock.

“Who is it?” he asked staring at her glossy lips.

“This is Eshu, God of Virility. I thought it fitting for a man who would soon be starting a family.”

Sam watched as she slowly stroked the statue like she was stroking a cock. “You are being naughty, Ms. Smith.”

“I am pretty obvious, aren’t I. I think the wine has gotten the better of me. I apologize, but I admit I’m flattered by the attention. With my travels and now the new job, it’s been a whirlwind and I haven’t had time for a personal life. Of course, we both know nothing can happen, but we can enjoy the attention a little, can’t we?” She handed him the statue.

“Of course, we can,” said Sam, knowing it would be a matter of time. She wanted him and now that he was sure, he would find a way to break down her defenses. He held the god of virility with pride and a hard-on to prove his worthiness.

Taisha smiled inside as she handed him Eshu. He was actually the trickster god, but she knew he would never be curious enough to research the name.

“So, what would the curious white man want to know about African women? We’ve had some wine to loosen our tongues, this is your chance. Ask me anything and I will answer.”

Sam leaned back in his chair, not sure if this was a trap or it was for real. She pulled the bands from her pony tail and let her straightened hair hang down in back, sending the signal this was real.

“Is it true black men don’t like eating pussy?”

She smiled. “A bold first question, Mr. Turner. Not really a question about black women. I will answer this one though.” She thought for a moment. “There is some truth to that, but many who say they don’t to their friends, actually do when they are with their ladies. And black women do like it.” She smiled.

Sam thought about dropping to the floor and…

“I work with a black guy who told me black women do what they are told in bed. Is that true?” he asked half cringing.

“I would answer that, absolutely not true. I would say they are more willing to do what it takes to please their man, but on their own terms.”

Sam was loving this. He had never met an African American woman he could talk to like this. He was feeling more at ease and emboldened. The image of her ass in the bikini and yoga pants was planted in his mind.

“I heard black women are open to anal sex…” He stopped unsure how to finish.

Taisha smiled. “Mr. Turner, you are kinky. I can only speak for myself and a few friends who I have talked to. I would say that generally speaking they are more receptive than white women. My personal experience has been mixed. One partner understood if you want to use my ass as a pussy, you need to treat it like a pussy first. In that instance, it was… enjoyable.”

He was not sure what that meant, but the realization that she would let him fuck that beautiful ass someday was all he needed. “So, what do you mean by treating it like a pussy first?”

“You white guys like to eat pussy before you fuck it, right?” Her eyes widened to emphasize the point. “Mr. Turner, you are full of surprises,” she said, stroking the pervert’s ego. “What else would you like to ask?”

“May I touch your hair?” he asked, knowing that was a sensitive topic from what he had heard.

“I think we should draw the line at touching. We both know if we cross that line even a little, there will be no turning back.”

“I understand,” he said calmly. He was willing to be very patient in his plan to wear down her defenses. “You mentioned it has been a while since you’ve had ‘attention’. There are ways to achieve satisfaction without touching.”

“What do you have in mind, Sam?”

“We could video chat.”

She looked at him thinking. “Sam, that seems… over the line.” We should probably call it a night, before we do something we may regret. Goodnight Mr. Turner, thank you for dinner. It was delicious.”

As she walked toward the slider, he struggled for words, but could not find them. Had he misread her? Had he offended her?…

“Good Night Taisha,” he said looking scared.

Taisha flashed a devious grin, turned back an blew him a kiss as she walked out.

“She wanted to!” He told himself.

Across town, Maggie sat at dinner with Councilman Wallace to celebrate a successful meeting. They had managed to get the funding plan on the ballot, which in itself was a victory, but to get any tax voted in, in the state of Arkansas was a whole new level of difficult.

Despite having butted heads with the councilman in the past, she was really impressed with his genuine concern on this matter. He truly understood the importance of the students in Little Rock keeping up with technology. They strategized the campaign and lined up Maggie for several appearances. He also wanted her to appear in some television commercials.

It was a long day, but Maggie felt wide awake when she got home at 11:30PM. She found the open bottle of wine in the fridge poured a glass and noticed the light on in the RV. She watched through the slider and contemplated having the talk with Taisha. She needed to do it soon.

As she sipped her wine, her mind replayed how she felt during the massage and how Taisha seemed to sense exactly where and how to touch her. Only one finger…

Maggie snapped herself out of it and got ready for bed. When she climbed in, Sam was sleeping like a baby and didn’t stir. She thought about waking him as that itch was coming back, but she did not have the heart to disturb such a sound sleep.

Thursday morning, Taisha woke early and watched as Maggie came down for her morning laps. She had on a one-piece black speedo that contrasted with her pale skin. Maggie’s family had a history of skin cancer, so she was careful not to expose herself to the sun. Her aunt Ellen died of melanoma at 37.

Taisha admired her slender toned figure as she tucked her hair under a bathing cap. Her nipples were at attention atop her 35C breasts. Her neck was long and slender as she pictured stepping in behind her and kissing it softly.

Maggie put on her goggles and dove in. Taisha poured a cup of coffee and went to a lounge chair poolside. She watched as Maggie swam, eyes drawn to her tight little butt. It swayed side to side protruding slightly form the water. When Maggie did a flip turn in front of her, she couldn’t help noticing that cute butt and the image of her labia outlined through the lycra material.

She watched and downed her coffee. Maggie was such a good swimmer; it squelched the thought of joining her. She would have to get herself in better swim shape first if she ever wanted to keep up.

Maggie enjoyed her swim time. It gave her a chance to unwind and think without the outside world’s clutter. This morning, her thoughts turned to Taisha. She played through “the talk” in her mind. Planning her arguments and needing to tread carefully. The bottom line, if it ever came out was Maggie would be guilty of sexual harassment by any reasonable standard. Even though she clearly wasn’t the aggressor, a jury would only see she was the boss and Taisha her subordinate.

She convinced herself it wouldn’t come to that. Taisha was a sensible intelligent woman and would understand it could never happen again. When she put herself at ease a bit, her mind pulled her back to that moment she could feel Taisha’s breath on her neck as they came together. Maggie had never felt so powerful sexually, as that moment she felt Taisha cumming in her pants.

Her pussy tingled as she kicked her legs. She sped up, forcing those thoughts out of her head. She swam two laps at full speed and when she felt her mind cleared, she finished with two slow and steady laps.

When she stood up, she was startled to see Taisha. “Woo, scared me!” she said putting her hand to her heart. Taisha was wearing powder blue statin pajama, shorts and button down top.

Taisha stood up and stepped toward Maggie. “Sorry, it was such a beautiful morning I thought I would have my coffee outside. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Maggie’s heart raced as she tried to compose herself. She was dumfounded at Taisha’s uncanny knack of knowing when to show up, or say something at the right moment, to leave her speechless. Her dark skin shimmered like the blue satin pajamas in the morning sunlight. She realized she was blushing but could not help herself.

“What are you thinking about, Ms. Turner?” she asked in a soft voice that sent a chill down her spine.

“I, uh…” Maggie was flustered and trying to think of the words she had just practiced. Her inner voice tried to shake her out of it. “Do it now! You need to do it now!” said the voice in her head.

She climbed out of the pool and looked at Taisha. She wanted to say they needed to talk but she suddenly felt the urge to slide her hair aside and kiss her neck. As she imagined that, she felt a wave of warmth through her pussy. Realizing she was staring at Taisha and not talking, she turned redder by the second. “I, uh, we should…”

At that moment, the slider opened, and Sam stepped through it. He had just noticed them talking and with a mixture of guilt and fear, thought he had better get out there to hear what they were talking about.

He woke with a headache from the wine and hadn’t even noticed when Maggie came home last night. Based on the covers being pulled back and pillows looking used, he knew she had slept in the bed, but that was it.

“Good morning, ladies, you’re up and at it early.” He looked at Maggie. “I trust it went well with your meeting last night?”

“It did, the tag fee will be on the ballot and I will get to appear in a commercial or two. I’m cautiously optimistic. I think the economy is good and voters might just see the need and vote it in.” Maggie continued. “I saw you made stew last night.” She looked at Taisha. “What did you think?”

Both Sam and Taisha looked surprised, but Taisha played it cool. “It was delicious. I somehow managed to mooch another free meal, thank you.”

“I knew you had the late dinner planned, so I asked Taisha to join me.” He tried to play it calm, but to Maggie, he sounded like a little boy with his hand in the cookie jar.

Maggie noticed the empty bottles of wine in the trash in addition to the open one in the fridge. Also, the dishes in the sink made it clear there were two for dinner last night. Although the amount of wine did make her wonder, she decided to put them at ease. “I’m glad you did, Sam, I felt bad abandoning you last night. And there’s a lot left over for lunch today. Isn’t his stew the best, Taisha?”

“Yes ma’am, it was,” said Taisha, disappointed Sam interrupted her discussion with Maggie.

“I must say, Taisha, you look much better than I feel this morning. I should have stopped with three glasses of wine. Though it did make for some interesting after-dinner conversation.” When he saw the look on Taisha’s face, he realized he had stepped in it. He meant for an inside joke, but he was pretty sure Taisha was afraid he was going to blurt something out about the conversation details. At the same time, he now had to explain what he meant to Maggie.

When Maggie noticed the expression on Taisha’s face, she whipped her head to look at Sam who was clearly trying to signal Taisha with his facial expressions. Sam went full on deer in the headlight when he saw the anger building in Maggie.

It was like something out of a cartoon. Principal Turner’s face seemed to turn from white to red, raising like water in a glass from her chin moving up to her forehead. Taisha had to do something quick.

“Yep, Sam had to be drunk to ask so many questions about Nigerian Gods. We must have talked for an hour on their origins and back stories,” said Taisha.

“Ever since she gave you those gifts from Nigeria, I was fascinated. I had never heard anything about their culture. Last night she introduced me to Eshu, the God of Virility. I had no idea they have over 400 Gods. I should show you the carving she gave me. It’s fascinating.” He smiled

“I need to get ready for work. Taisha would you like to carpool this morning?” asked Maggie, walking to the house.

“I should probably drive…”

“Nonsense, I should be done at the normal time today and we can come home together too. You’ll ride with me. Be ready in 35 minutes.” She closed the slider behind her.

After an awkward silence, Sam asked Taisha. “Is everything okay?”

She wanted to say. “It was until you showed up,” but bit her tongue. “Yeah, I better get ready too.”

Sam stood there stunned. “What a dumbass you are, Sammy Boy,” he said to himself. He opted to lay low until Maggie left. He waited in the kitchen until her heard her coming down the steps and immediately walked up.

He tried to give Maggie a walk by peck as they passed but she kept walking. “Have a good day,” he said slinking into the bedroom.

When he heard them drive off, he tossed himself on the bed and exhaled loudly. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Sam? Could you be any fucking dumber?”

Taisha sat quietly as Maggie pulled the car out of the driveway. “Sam is such a sad liar. Did something happen last night?” asked a flustered Maggie.

“Nothing I can’t handle, Ms. Turner.”

“So, he came on to you?” She looked at Taisha with a disgusted look.

“As you said, Ms. Turner, he is harmless. I’ve had my share of curious white men, but as you know my interests are… elsewhere,” she said, trying to read Maggie’s reaction.

“Yes, I am aware of that, and that is something we need to talk about Taisha. I think Tuesday evening caught us both by surprise. And I think we both know that behavior was wholly inappropriate by both of us.” She looked at Taisha briefly then returned her eyes to the road. “I care very much for you, Ms. Smith, and you have a bright future ahead. I’m so proud you chose education as your career path. But I have to apologies if somehow my actions lead you to believe I was interested in an intimate relationship.”

Taisha resisted the urge to respond, opting to just listen.

“I’m not pointing fingers and I fully admit, I had a moment of weakness and poor judgement. But I hope we are friends enough and adult enough to chalk it up to just that, a moment of poor judgment, and move on. Please tell me we can do that.” Maggie looked at her seriously.

Taisha smiled. “Of course, we could do that, Ms. Turner, if that’s what you really want.”

Maggie breathed a sigh of relief.

“But we both know that’s not what you really want. You call it a moment, Ms. Turner, but is it really just a moment? I recognized the look on your face this morning at the pool.”

“You startled me…”

“Ms. Turner, please. That was a look of a young passionate woman startled by someone she was thinking about. A woman overwhelmed by the strength of that desire, and not sure she could control it if she wanted to.”

“Taisha, please, I’m sorry but, that’s not how it is…”

She leaned her head close to Maggie and whispered, “One finger, Ms. Turner. All that pleasure from one finger. You can honestly tell me you haven’t replayed that ‘moment’ over and over in your head? And what about the second time? That makes it a bit more than a moment, doesn’t it?”

Maggie’s eyes closed briefly as Taisha’s words threatened to tear down her defenses. It felt like Taisha could read her thoughts. She had replayed it over and over. Wondering what she meant by a thousand ways to pleasure her. Taisha brought her to climax twice in just minutes with just one finger.

Oh, but it wasn’t just that one finger. The way she talked to her made Maggie’s whole body come alive. Her pussy tingled liked a thousand tiny fingers tickling her. Taisha stirred so much passion in her and she feared the dam would burst. Deep inside, part of her wanted it too. Taisha made her want to release all her inhibitions and surrender to her lustful thoughts and feelings.

“We’re passing the park, Ms. Turner. There’s no one there right now. Tell me you don’t want to pull over, park and let me slide my hand under your dress…”

Maggie could hardly breath, and she could feel the heat building between her legs.

“Taisha, please!” She tried to speak sternly, but her voice cracked, and Taisha could see the desperation on her face.

“For two days, I’ve been thinking about nothing but how it felt inside you, Ms. Turner. Imagine two fingers…” Maggie’s breathing was labored, and she had a death grip on the wheel. “A thousand ways of pleasuring you, Principal Turner. Why would you not want to experience that? We can start right now, just pull over.”

Maggie maintained her grip on the wheel, knowing, if she relaxed, her hands would tremble. She pictured pulling over, spreading her legs, and letting Taisha have her way. The turn in was approaching, she was warm and wet just thinking about Taisha touching her again. They could still be to school in plenty of time… But she stayed the course and drove past.

“You were thinking about it. It’s only been thirty-six hours since our encounter. Imagine how much more you’ll need it tomorrow, Ms. Turner. You can’t keep all that hunger bottled up or it will keep growing inside of you until it overwhelms you. I can help you with that. You deserve to have that hunger satisfied, Principal Turner.”

“I told you, Taisha, it can’t happen again. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Principal Turner, I am very patient,” said Taisha as she turned to look out the window.

When they arrived at the school, they walked in without words. Maggie turned quickly toward her office. “Have a great day, Ms. Smith, I’ll see you at four, good?”

“Yes, at four,” said Taisha. She hoped she was still reading her correctly. If not, the relationship may very well be ruined.

As she headed to her class room, she saw Ms. Richards waiting at Maggie’s office. The sinking feeling in her gut grew. All she needed was Liz poking her little nose into things, including up Principal Turner’s ass.

“Good morning, Ms. Turner, I missed you after the meeting last night. I saw you left with the Chairman. Congratulations, you gave a wonderful presentation. I just wanted to let you know I will do anything I can to help the cause. Please let me know if there is anything your need.”

“Thanks, Ms. Richards, I have a meeting this Saturday with the Board of Education Committee on Finance and we will be laying out plans for the campaign. I’ll know more after that. But we will need as many volunteers as we can get,” said Maggie with a halfhearted smile.

“Oh yeah, you’ll never guess who I ran into at the meeting last night. Manuel Espinosa. The opportunity at the Christian school did not work out and he was very excited about possibly being considered for Mr. Cheswick’s slot. He taught Social Studies for four years in Conway and he’s been a sub for two years here.”

“Thanks, Ms. Richards, that’s good to know.” That was another cold slap to start the day. By all measures, he should be in line ahead of Taisha to replace Cheswick. But now it would look to Taisha like Maggie was being vindictive and taking back the carrot she had dangled.

“He’s available today for an interview,” added Liz.

“Great, thanks, Ms. Richards,” said Maggie with a sarcastic tone.

As she entered her office, her secretary told her she had a message from Mr. Espinosa regarding the social studies teacher position. She took the message note and dialed the number. Manuel answered immediately they spoke for several minutes as she pulled up her calendar. She had no openings until 4PM, so scheduled him for then.

The morning went quickly and at noon, she looked for Taisha in the teacher’s lounge. “I had an appointment come up at four, so, if you like, you can drive my car home and Sam can come get me later…”

“That’s not necessary. I have some prep work I can do. I don’t mind waiting for you,” replied Taisha.

She thought to herself. “Great Taisha, now she’s afraid to ride with you!”

It occurred to Maggie a likely scenario after her interview would be to have Manuel spend the day with Mr. Cheswick the tomorrow so he could get some time with him. It that were the case, she would have to tell Taisha the bad news tonight.

Maggie touched her forearm. “Thank you, Ms. Smith, I’ll text you after the meeting is over, and we’ll head out.”

That put Taisha at ease, that at least Maggie wasn’t avoiding her.

Until Liz “no couth” Richards popped up again. “Hi Ms. Turner, Manuel told me he has an interview with you this afternoon. He’ll be a perfect replacement for Mr. Cheswick.” She grinned, adding a little sneer in Taisha’s direction out of Maggie’s line of sight.

Taisha’s blood boiled at the little bitch’s attitude toward her, wondering what she did to piss her off. Was she a racist or just a boot-licking little bitch? She thought it was the latter, since none of the other teachers seemed to line up to spend time with her.

“Ms. Richards, there have been no decisions made regarding that position and the list of candidates all deserve fair consideration and privacy during the process, thank you.”

“Oh, sorry I was so loud there. Thanks, Ms. Turner, I know you’ll pick the best person for the job and follow protocol,” she said, taking a seat to read a magazine.

The rest of the day, Taisha contemplated what that would mean regarding the position. She hoped that she would still get the interim role. She had already arranged to spend time with Mr. Cheswick the next day.

Around 4:30PM, she went to the supply closet to look for some of the social studies text books to help prep for the interim spot. On the way, she walked past Liz Richards’ classroom and saw her talking to a young man she didn’t know.

“Congratulations, Michael, eighteen is a big milestone,” she said, looking at him from across her desk.

“Tomorrow I’m officially an adult…”

Taisha kept going and they faded from earshot.

When she returned with the books the young man was walking out of her classroom backwards, looking back at Ms. Richards with a broad enthusiastic smile. “Tomorrow…” He said pointing back into her room.

Then he practically skipped down the hall and jumped and touched the ceiling with his outstretched hand. Taisha thought the boy looked like he was smitten by Ms. Richards. When she walked by the doorway, Ms. Richards, sported an equally enthusiastic smile, up until she noticed Taisha. The smile vanished quickly, replaced by the contemptuous scowl she sported whenever Taisha was near.

Taisha kept walking and returned to her desk to prepare for tomorrow. It was not until almost six that she finally got the text from Maggie.

Maggie: Sorry, it’s so late but my meeting went long. Come to my office and we can talk about some new developments.

Taisha: No problem. I’ve been busy. See you in a few.

After Maggie sent the text, she looked at the chair at the end of the conference table, causing yet another rush of heat through her lower abdomen. She struggled throughout the day, trying to remain strong, but her mind frequently turned back to Tuesday night in that chair. Taisha’s touch seemed to melt away everything else but the connection between them. That one little finger touched every cell in her body with as rush of energy that left her with a compulsive need for more.

Taisha planted the seed in her mind, that the need would grow, and she seemed to be right. The tickle between her legs was relentless. Her stomach was in a constant state of butterflies. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly pulling herself together.

She jumped when Taisha knocked, took another deep breath, and told her to come in.

When Taisha opened the door, she saw Maggie walking around her desk toward the conference table and smiled at the thought of Tuesday night.

Maggie wore a black pleated skirt that hung just past her knees with a sleeveless white button-down blouse. Her outfit seemed to accentuate her slender figure beautifully. Hoping for a repeat of Tuesday, Taisha closed the door and reached for the safety bolt lock on the door.

“Taisha, please leave the door unlocked,” said Maggie calmly.

She could not risk permanently alienating Principal Turner, so close to the dream, she had to force herself to be patient. Maggie had let her hair down and brushed it out. It looked so soft and almost golden brown in the light. Taisha tried not to think about sliding it away and kissing her neck. But could not shake the image, and the thought of breathing her perfume…

Maggie sat in the chair at the head of the table. “The chair.” Then she pointed at the first chair at the side of the table. “Have a seat, Ms. Smith.”

Taisha noted she called her by the first name a moment ago.

“How was your day today?” asked Maggie.

She smiled. “It was… gratifying.” She lay her cell phone on the table.

“Good to hear. Mine was a bit trying. I was contacted by one of our more experienced substitute teachers today with experience in High School Social Studies teaching. It was not someone I sought out, but he heard about Mr. Cheswick’s retirement and wants the position. Based on his experience and qualifications…”

Taisha fumed again at Liz’s handy work. “I understand, Ms. Turner, I’m the newbie and need to pay my dues. I knew the interim spot was going to be temporary at best. I assume, they will be the interim replacement until it’s made official.”

“Yes, that’s the best scenario for the students,” said Maggie. Manuel Espinosa has been trying for full time for over two years and has had over ten years teaching experience. Policy requires his seniority gives him first choice.”

“I know, Principal Turner, I’m okay, trust me…”

“The good news is, he is not available until a week from Monday, so you get to fill in through next Friday.” She said with a consolatory smile.

Taisha’s phone rang and Sam Turner popped up on the screen. She flinched but remained calm. “He must wonder where you’re at.”

“I sent him a text…”

“I’ll let it go to voicemail.”

“No, answer it,” said Maggie firmly. “Put it on speaker.”

Taisha smiled. “Are you sure? You may not like what…”

“Do it!”

She pushed the button. “Hi, Sam.”

“I’ve been thinking about this morning, are we okay?”

Taisha looked at Maggie and hit mute. “What are we doing?”

“I want him to hang himself…”

She unmuted. “We’re okay. You made kind of an ass of yourself in front of your wife. Like a school boy with a crush and boner he can’t hide.”

“Am I on speaker?”

She took him off and picked up the phone. “Yeah, I was putting quizzes together and needed two hands. You’re off now.”

She held the phone away from her ear. “I’m waiting for your wife. She had a meeting that ran late. We should be home soon.”

“I won’t keep you, but I needed to talk to you. I had too much wine last night and I acted inappropriately. I’m sorry and when Maggie comes home, I plan on apologizing to her too. Can you forgive me?”

“Yes, Mr. Turner,” she said a bit sarcastically.

“Thank you and it won’t happen again. I promise.”

“Good evening, Mr. Turner.” She hung up and looked at Maggie. “That was sweet, he’s thinking about you.”

Maggie’s smile surprised Taisha. “Men are so predictable. So, tell me what happened. I need to know how much to torture him.”

“Well, I told you about the general curiosity white men have about black women. After a little wine and some round about questions, I told him he had free reign to ask any questions during dinner…” She told her all the details.

Maggie seemed to grasp the humor in it all, so she went all the way and told her about the phone call suggestion.

“So, you left him hangin’?”

“I told you I could handle him,” Taisha said, thinking about what she had in mind if he were to continue. She was disappointed she might not get the chance to put her plan in motion. Like Maggie said, men are predictable. Sorry today usually doesn’t mean they won’t do the same thing tomorrow.

“I’m so sorry for all of this and promise, I’ll find another job as soon as possible and give you two your lives back…”

Maggie placed a hand on Taisha’s “Taisha, honey, please don’t think that way.” Maggie was shocked by the feeling of panic she felt at the thought of her moving.

She also quickly sensed the effect her touch had on Taisha. Their eyes locked and the look of excitement mixed with desperation and uncontrollable hunger, was obvious. She gripped Taisha’s hand feeling her warmth and leaned in closer.

“We invited you to stay, remember? It was our idea and we want you to stay.”

“But I let my feelings for you get the better of me and my behavior has been inexcusable…”

Maggie gripped both hands with hers and pulled her closer. “Taisha, honey, I’m a grown woman, you didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do. I’m your boss, and I’m the one who had the responsibility to…”

She caught the scent of Taisha’s perfume and lost her train of thought. She watched Taisha’s expression change to that of a predator stalking her prey.

“Why did you stop… Tell me what you’re thinking, Principal Turner, I think I know but need you to say it.”

Maggie gripped her hands tightly as she looked at Taisha’s full glossy lips and felt her breath on her face. The relentless longing between her legs intensified. Her breathing was erratic, and her eyes darted from her lips to her eyes. She wanted to kiss her those lips just once to see what it would be like. But inside she knew, if she did, there would be no turning back.

“Look at me, Principal Turner.” Taisha’s eyes looked into Maggie’s. “Do you trust me?” Her dark piercing eye held Maggie’s gaze.

“Yes, I do,” she whispered breathlessly. But she didn’t trust herself.

Without breaking eye contact, Taisha, slid around the table and faced her. As she pulled her chair closer, Taisha nudged her knees between Maggie’s getting closer still. “Tell me what you want, Principal Turner.” She gripped both of Maggie’s hands and held them in her lap.

Her perfume made Maggie start to tremble. “We can’t…” She knew if she gave in again, she would not be able to pull herself back.

“It’s okay, I understand how hard you’ve worked and the risks this would bring. But I promise I would never use our relationship against you no matter what happens between us. My eyes are wide open…”

Maggie was lost in those eyes and didn’t comprehend anything she was hearing for a moment. She had to know what those lips felt like. Her eyes closed and she let the words out. “I want to kiss you, Taisha.”

“What else do you want, Principal Turner?”

She tried to pull her hands away to embrace Taisha, but she held them in place and when she leaned in for the kiss, Taisha backed away.

“What else do you want, Principal Turner?”

Her eyes seemed to pull out her last bit of will to resist. Her pussy throbbed and needed relief. “I need you to touch me again. I need to feel you inside me, please.” The dam burst, washing away Maggie’s resistance.

Taisha gasped as her body erupted in a rush of heat and excitement. “Bolt the door first,” she panted.

Maggie felt a tinge of delight at Taisha’s excitement and stood up to get the door. A moment of reality crept in as she remembered where she was. “We shouldn’t, not here…”

Even as she spoke, she hustled to the door and slammed the emergency lockdown bolt into place. Then she glanced at the blinds to confirm they were down and closed.

Taisha slid the chair away and stood up. She leaned her beautiful ass on the marble table as Maggie returned to her. Standing face to face, their eyes locked again as she gripped Maggie’s shoulders and held her there. “I’ve wanted you so much…”

Maggie leaned in and cut her off. When their lips touched, Maggie felt it from head toe, releasing a broken trembling moan, as her worst fear came true, it was more powerful than she even imagined, there was no going back.

Taisha felt the same body rush, dwarfing any first kiss she had ever had. They embraced, kissing passionately and when her tongue slipped into Maggie’s mouth, she whimpered and sucked it in.

Taisha’s hands caressing her back and ass sent chills through Maggie’s body. She was panting, sucking in gasps of air through her nose as her tongue probed Taisha’s hungry mouth.

Having planned her attack earlier, Taisha found the draw string tie on Maggie’s skirt quickly. Her fingers pulled it slowly, slid the dress over her hips, and let it drop, without breaking the kiss. The silk slip underneath it fell as easily once it cleared her hips. Maggie kicked of her pumps and then the skirt and slip.

Maggie, on the other hand, struggled to find a way through Taisha’s jumpsuit’s defenses. Taisha’s tongue drew Maggie’s focus, relentlessly probing her mouth. She loved having Taisha inside her and hugged Taisha tightly, pulling her closer as their tongues danced.

When her hands reached Maggie’s silk panty covered ass, she moaned with pleasure. Maggie sighed her approval squeezing her tighter. Taisha’s hands slid inside her panties, causing Maggie to whimper and thrust her tongue deeper into Taisha’s mouth.

Taisha broke the kiss and whispered, “Your skin is so soft. Oooohhhh, I love touching you.” She caressed Maggie’s buns.

Maggie kissed her passionately as Taisha’s right hand slid around her waist toward her throbbing pussy.

Taisha hummed as her fingers passed through Maggie’s soft bush and continued down sliding her middle finger between her steaming pussy lips. She whispered in Maggie’s ear. “Oh, there it is, I’ve missed this so much…”

Maggie broke the kiss, lunged her chin against her neck and shoulders and let out a whimpering moan that sent chills down Taisha’s spine. She hugged Taisha so hard she struggled to breath.

“Uh huh,” whimpered Maggie as she sucked in a deep breath. She moaned and gasped in time with Taisha’s hand.

“Did you miss my finger, Principal Turner?” She loved the warm silky softness. She could touch her all night long and never tire of it.

“Oh, yes, I love it when you touch me.”

Taisha wrapped her left hand around Maggie’s waist and spun them both around turning Maggie’s ass to the table. Then with remarkable speed, she gripped Maggie’s panties at the hips and slid them down to just above Maggie’s knees and returned her hand to its target.

Maggie tried to wiggle her panties down, but they clung to her knees, so she spread her legs as wide as her panties would permit giving Taisha better access. Taisha slid her extended finger up Maggie’s slit, saddling her middle finger with her labia but not penetrating her pussy.

Maggie’s hips rocked slowly in time with her movement. Taisha curled her finger, slipped it into her pussy, causing Maggie’s body to jerk. Suddenly, she put her chin on Taisha’s left shoulder and gripped her neck with her right arm. Maggie exhaled in a long high-pitched stuttering moan. “Ta, a, a, ish, a!”

Taisha’s panties were soaked through as she took complete control over Maggie. “Oh honey, you need that bad, don’t you?”

Taisha’s chin also rested on Maggie’s shoulder as her finger moved in and out, deeper and harder. Taisha’s breathing and moans were in time with Maggie’s. Maggie imagined the look of pained ecstasy on Taisha’s face as if she too could feel Maggie’s pleasure. Feeling Taisha’s hot breath on her neck only intensified her bliss.

“Are you ready for two, Principal Turner?” sighed Taisha.

“Oh yes!” Maggie squeaked and suddenly squeezed her legs together and did a combination jump, stair-step move that dislodged her panties and let them fall to the floor.

Startled at first, Taisha marveled at how she managed to kick her panties off. Maggie spread her legs wide for her. Taisha eagerly slid a second finger into her tight little pussy. “Oh yes, Principal Turner, let me in, oh that’s so hot and tight.” She moved them slowly in and out and shifted to Maggie’s right giving her more range of motion. “Last time we tried slow and steady. But I think you’d like fast and hard.”

“Oh, aaaaahhhhhhhh!” Maggie yelled.

Taisha gripped Maggie’s head and pulled her mouth against her neck. “Quiet, sweetie, scream into my neck. Oh, you need this so bad,” she said calmly.

Maggie pressed her open mouth against her neck and shoulder and wailed as Taisha’s fingers moved faster and faster.

“You’re so sexy, Principal Turner. I’ve never wanted anyone so much in my life. I wanna pleasure you every day.”

Maggie had never felt anything like this before. Taisha’s words sent her over the edge and beyond. Her orgasm swept through her body seeming to paralyze her.

Taisha thought she might cum in her pants again, this time not even being touched. Maggie’s muffled screams were long and steady and then she would suck in a quick breath and go again. Her cum flooded Taisha’s hand. She’d never felt an orgasm so powerful from anyone. Principal Turner had a vice grip on her neck and shoulder and her legs were stiff and straight.

“Principal Turner likes it hard and fast…”

Maggie’s head rose and her mouth was open wide, but no sound was coming out. She couldn’t believe the speed of Taisha’s hand. Then, a gasp and a single word. “Ga! Yes!” she grunted and dove back onto Taisha’s neck.

Taisha’s voice bounced as she spoke from the movement of her hand shaking her diaphragm. “Principal Turner, the dam has burst. You are cumming so hard. I have a thousand ways…”

A long-muted scream ended, and Maggie went back to her chin on the shoulder, trying not to scream with her mouth unmuffled. She exhaled hard as the orgasm began to subside. “Oh… My… Taisha.” She panted hard and half collapsed onto Taisha’s shoulder.

“Ms. Turner, you make me so hot and wet. I love making you feel good.” Her fingers moved slowly and steadily.

In a giant exhaling voice, she answered. “Oh, Taisha, no one’s ever made me…” She sucked in another breath. “… feel so good.” She panted regaining her wits.

“Excellent, Principal Turner. There’s only one more thing to ask of you tonight,” she said seductively, as her fingers continued to move.

She hugged Taisha and kissed her neck with several gentle kisses before whispering. “Anything, Ms. Smith… anything.” Then she kissed her earlobe.

“I would like to taste that hot wet pussy and feel you cum in my mouth, Principal Turner. Would you like that?” She kissed Maggie, sliding her tongue in Maggie’s mouth. Maggie reciprocated and her pussy began to stir again, imagining that probing tongue in a different orifice. She nodded, sucking in Taisha’s tongue.

Taisha broke the kiss, leaned back and looked her in the eyes. “Let me hear you say it, Principal Turner.” She pulled her fingers out and began to rub Maggie’s clit.

Maggie’s whimper at a higher octave with each word, “I want, huh aaahhhhh, your tongue inside me.” She couldn’t believe the effect Taisha had on her body. As her finger moved on her clit, she could feel another orgasm building already. She sat her ass on the edge of the table and rolled her hips fucking Taisha’s finger with her clit.

Taisha’s eyes stayed fixed on Maggie’s. They were the most compelling eyes she had ever seen, sexy, hungry and commanding all at once.

“Tell me where you want my tongue, Principal Turner,” she commanded calmly.

“Please lick, hoah!” Her hips jerked. “M, my pussy, Taishaaaaa, aaahhhhhh!” She bit her lip trying not to scream out.

“Shit, you turn me on, Principal Turner. Are you cumming already, honey?”

She moaned.

“You are! So much desire and I want to feed it!”

Maggie’s hips gyrated in tiny circles as she came again. “Yes, I’m c, c, cumming. Yes, yes, yes, ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh, yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeessssss!”

As her orgasm passed, Maggie stood up and kissed her again while Taisha gripped her ass. “I gotta taste you.” Taisha slid her hands to the back of Maggie’s thighs and lifted her onto the marble table. Then she gripped the back of the thighs with her thumbs facing in and shoved her legs wide pushing her fully up on the table.

The cold marble was a shock at first as Maggie sat up, leaning back on her straightened arms like the posts of a tripod. Taisha reached for the chair as she talked to Maggie.

“You have me hot, horny and soaked through my panties again. I have fantasized about you so many nights,” she said as she put her knees on the chair, bent forward and lowered her head toward Maggie’s glistening pussy.

Taisha looked hungrily up at Maggie’s eyes and moved her head side to side, tickling her nose with Maggie’s golden-brown bush.

Maggie sighed as she felt Taisha’s warm breath wash over her. She watched as Taisha’s tongue slowly extended, its soft pink color in contrast with her dark lips. Her mouth hung open, waiting for her warm wet tongue. She swallowed hard breathing deep; her mouth uncomfortably dry.

As Taisha pressed her tongue firmly against the bottom of Maggie’s slit, Maggie closed her eyes and exhaled audibly. She licked her length and pulled her tongue back in, savoring the sweet, tangy taste. “Mmmm,” she sighed licking her lips.

Maggie’s pelvis instinctively rose to meet her tongue when she went in again. This time, she licked half way and waggled her tongue before continuing. Encouraged by Maggie’s reaction, the seduction continued. “You liked that, Principal Turner?” She repeated the lick and waggle.

Maggie gasped, “Oh, yes.”

“I love the taste your sweet pussy, Principal Turner.” She did it again.

“Oh Taisha, your tongue…” She breathed heavier.

“You’re so warm and soft on my tongue. I don’t ever want to stop.” She tongued her again.

“Hoh, Taisha.” Her voice went higher and more desperate.

“I’m so glad, you trust me, Principal Turner.” Another lick and waggle. “I love pleasuring you.”

“Oh yes.” Maggie sighed. Taisha kept her eye locked on Maggie’s and she was unable to look away.

The beautiful ebony temptress reached into her so deeply on so many levels, she was powerless to resist… She no longer wanted to resist. She loved the freedom that came with completely dropping her defenses.

“I love how you let me know what you like, Principal Turner,” said Taisha, as she pressed her lips against Maggie’s labia and pushed her tongue inside.

“Oh that’s…” She tensed as Taisha’s tongue moved in and out. “…so good Taaaaaishaaaaa.”

Taisha pulled out and just looked at Maggie.

“Your eyes are so beautiful, Taisha.” Maggie swallowed hard, trembling, wanting that tongue back and trying to imagine a thousand ways…

“Principal Turner, I need you to cum in my mouth. You tell me when I hit the spot.” Her predator eyes came back as she pressed into Maggie’s steaming pussy.

Maggie brought her left foot onto the table for support and let her right hang off. As Taisha’s tongue entered her, she spread herself wide offering herself to those hungry eyes.

She panted rapidly. “Oh, oh Ta… isha.”

Taisha smiled while she wiggled her tongue up and down and side to side, savoring the taste as Maggie’s legs trembled.

Maggie suddenly felt like her blouse was suffocating her. She wanted it gone. She wanted to be naked before Taisha, totally free and totally exposed. Then, Taisha began looping her tongue lapping her pussy in large circles without retracting it. Maggie pressed herself against the swirling tongue. “Oh my g… Taisha baby. Oohhhhhhhh.”

Her juices were flooding Taisha’s tongue, reinforcing her need to fulfill the fantasy she had carried all these years. Her tongue increased its speed and firmness lapping at Maggie’s clit.

“Oh Taisha, right there! Ooooohhhhhhh!” Her head rolled back, and she collapsed down, leaned on her elbows and raised her pelvis. “Taiiiiiiisha, oh yes feels so… ” Tying to keep quiet, she gritted her teeth and began to vibrate her pelvis up and down as quickly as it could move it. “Right there, right there, right there.” She grunted at rapid fire pace.

Maggie looked down at her as her orgasm hit hard. Taisha felt such a rush of power seeing the look of complete ecstasy on Maggie’s face. Again, she smiled, and her tongue sped up.

Giving a guttural growl, Maggie thumped her upper body down flat on the table, with her arms extended palms down next to her hips. She raised her ass just off the table and continued her machined gun like tiny pelvic thrusts. Taisha could feel it in her own pussy in awe of Maggie’s stamina.

“Oh… right… there. Oh… right… there. Oh… right… there. Oh… right… there,” she grunted in complete bliss.

Her hot cum flooded Taisha’s lips and tongue as Maggie did as commanded and came in her mouth. As the orgasm subsided, Maggie began to move her pelvis up and down much more slowly, rubbing herself from clit to taint against Taisha’s face from nose to chin.

Taisha’s tongue stiffened but never stopped wiggling and probing, inducing another wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her body convulsed as her hips kept their slower steady rhythm. “Oh, Taisha how? Oh Ba…by Please. Oh ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, aaaaahhhhhhhhh.”

Finally, she collapsed completely, her whole-body limp and spent. She stared at the ceiling, catching her breath as Taisha’s tongue continue to slowly lap her up. After a moment, she picked her head up to look at Taisha. Her eyes still fixed on Maggie over her trimmed brown bush.

Taisha took a breath and said. “I don’t ever wanna stop.” Then she resumed licking Maggie clean.

“Ooooohhh Please don’t,” sighed Maggie.

They both heard the janitorial cart rolling down the hall and then stop. They waited a few seconds and then the knob to Maggie’s door jiggled.

“Hey Charlie, the safety bolt’s on. I’ll be wrapping up and be out in few,” Maggie said as calmly as she could.

Taisha jumped up like a jack in the box. They quickly grabbed Maggie’s clothes and got her together. Then Taisha took her hands again, pulling her close. “Principal Turner, you are amazing, I thank you for making a fantasy pale to reality. And thank you for trusting me.”

Maggie kissed her long and deep tasting her own juices. She realized how one-sided this night had been. “I really need to return the favor, will you please let me try?”

“In due time, Principal Turner. But right now, it’s about me pleasuring you. We’ll be more careful in the future, I promise.” Taisha smiled.

“Agreed, the house is ours on Sunday, I can reciprocate then.” She grinned playfully.

“I will let you know when it’s time, Principal Turner, you have so much more to learn first, trust me. Now I’d better exit first and you can follow after an appropriate pause.”

She gave Maggie a firm kiss with a brush of her tongue, strutted to the door and smiled back over her shoulder as she left.

Maggie pondered what exactly she meant, “So much more to learn…” She looked at the monstrously gaudy conference table she hated before this week. Now she would never want to replace it.

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Nicole’s trial period with Annabelle on the farm begins with pleasure but Saturday morning puts Nicole on display in a field of corn watching some of the work on the field.

for years i have had this fantasy of my mom fucking me hard with a strap on. I finally got it down in this story.

“Are you fucking Jessie, are you fucking my girlfriend?” Jill shouted, “Are you Lily, are you fucking your own mother’s girlfriend! Tell me the truth…now!”

Jill stood over her daughter, her hands on her full hips over a stylish raincoat. Jill looked down on her daughter, who nervously flipped through a fashion magazine, her back propped up with pillows on her bed. Lilly was dressed in a cute pair of short-shorts and thin tank top that revealed her small breasts and the outline of her perfect nipples.

Lily anxiously chewed at her bottom lip and couldn’t look her mother in the face.

“I…I…of course not,” Lily protested, “What makes you think I would do a thing like that?”

“This,” Jill said as she produced a silky thong from behind her back and threw it in her daughter’s face. It was most certainly one of Lily’s thongs and she could smell herself on it.

“Listen mom, I can explain,” Lilly said with a hint of desperation in her voice.

“Don’t even bother trying to lie to me,” Jill said spat at her daughter, “I know all about it.”

Lily’s body began to shake.

“It was only once mom, I promise. You were away and Jessie and I were drinking and hanging out. We got so drunk, we didn’t even know it was happening until it was …too late. I am so sorry,” Lily’s voice cracked and she began to cry.

“Stop crying Lily. It’s just that you are my daughter and I thought I could trust you,” then Jill smiled wickedly down on her beautiful seventeen year old daughter, “But don’t think I’m going to let you get away with this, you are going to have to make it up to your mother.”

“Of course mommy,” Lily stammered, “I’ll do anything.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” said Jill as she unbuckled her long raincoat. Under the coat Jill wore nothing but a sheer black bra, stockings and heels and a rather large black strap on cock.
“Mom, what the fuck are you doing dressed like that?” Lily asked, her eyes were filled with both fear and curiosity. Lily’s eyes darted from her mother’s grinning face to the big dildo now just inches from her open mouth.

“Well the way I see it,” hissed Jill, pushing strands of blonde hair from her daughter’s pretty face, “is that if my girlfriend got to fuck you, then I should get to fuck you too. Sound’s fair doesn’t it?”
“Holy shit mom, I mean I am sorry, I made a big mistake, but this…this is just wrong…you are my mother for fuck sake!” said Lily as she trembled with the sheer excitement of the moment.

“Well right now dear, I see you as the bitch that fucked my girlfriend, and broke my trust, and now you are going to pay,” said Jill as she stared at her daughter’s hot body and noticed that her nipples grew harder. Jill began to stroke the strap on cock in front of her blushing daughter.

Lily’s mind began to race. Everything told her that this was wrong that it was crazy, that she should run from the room and escape from her sex crazed mother. Yet despite everything Lily was turned on, and could feel her pussy and clit respond to the image in front of her. Here was her hot, sexy mother, the object of many of her late night fantasies, the unspeakable fantasies of being seduced and fucked by her loving mother. Now she stood before her with those huge soft breasts, and long stiff nipples, as she spit on her hand and pumped the liquid around the bulbous head of the strap-on cock.

“Oh fuck mom, you look so hot! I have been such a bad girl. Yes, its only fair that you should fuck me, like the slut I am,” said Lily as she opened her legs wide, revealing a damp spot along the camel-toe in her tight pink short shorts.

Lily grabbed the cock and pulled her mother onto the bed, and the two kissed passionately. Jill aggressively pushed her tongue deep into Lily`s mouth and moaned as her daughter sucked on it like a slick cock.

Lily pulled her mother`s hair out of its bun so it fell along her beautiful face. Lily broke the kiss and pulled the tank top over her head, revealing her firm soft breasts to her mother`s admiring stare.

“Oh Lily, the truth is, I have fantasized about fucking you for a long time now, and when Jessie told me how hot you were in bed, I knew I had to have you,“ Jill said in a breathy voice as her hands began to roam over her daughter’s sexy body.

Jill took one of Lily`s stiff nipples into her warm wet mouth and both mother and daughter moaned with pleasure. Jill flicked her tongue back and forth over the stiff nub before sinking her teeth into the nipple so her daughter yelped and arched her back off the bed.

As Jill lavished love and attention on her daughter`s amazing breasts, she pulled at the top of Lilly`s shorts. Lily`s lifted her ass and allowed her mother to remove the shorts and thong in one motion.

Jill leaned back and took in the vision of her daughter as Lily spread her legs in front of her mother. Lily was petite, but curvy with small firm breasts. Her skin was soft and tanned and her pussy was slick, pink and completely shaved. This was not a surprise to Jill as she would steal peeks at her daughter in the shower whenever she could.

Lily spread her cunt lips with her fingers so her mother could see her shiny wet pussy, “This is the bad pussy that fucked Jessie mom. See how bad it is, it gets so wet looking at your big cock mommy. Please touch it mommy, touch my bad, bad, cunt,“ Lily hissed as she leered up at her mother.

Jill`s finger gently slid up and down inside her daughter`s slick cunt lips, and Lily arched her back and moaned. As Jill pulled her fingers away a thin sticky strand of her daughter`s juices clung to her fingers like an erotic spider`s web.

Jill looked into her daughter`s half-lidded eyes as she slipped the creamy wet fingers into her own mouth and moaned, “Oh Lily,“ she sighed, “Your pussy tastes so sweet and wonderful, but before I eat your hot wet cunt I want your mouth on mommy`s breasts.“

Without hesitation Lily buried her face in her mother`s cleavage, as she kissed and sucked Jill`s fat stiff nipples through the stiff sheer fabric of the bra.

“Take it off mommy,“ Lily pleaded.

When Jill swiftly removed the bra Lily took one of the puffy nipples into her mouth and sucked hungrily and one then the other. An overpowering combination of lust and love coursed through Jill`s body as she felt her daughters mouth and teeth play with her breasts and nipples. She let Lily suck and nibble on her excited nipples as she pushed the dildo back against her engorged clit. Jill knew that she would cum if Lily continued to make love to her breasts. She would not let that happen, not yet.

“You are such a hot little bitch aren`t you? Well mommy is going to make you my hot little bitch do you understand? “ said Jill as she pushed her daughter back onto the bed.

Jill bent forward and licked her daughter’s breasts flicking her tongue over the pointed and hard nipples. Jill supported herself with one hand on the mattress as she slipped the other hand between her daughter’s thighs, lightly tracing her fingers over the firm tanned skin.

Lily’s breath was uneven as she looked her mother in the eyes, “Yes, mommy make me your hot little bitch, fuck me mommy, just the way Jessie fucked me! “

Jill let her hand cup her daughter’s soft pussy mound and started to grind the hard heal of her hand on Lily’s clit then she slipped her index finger deep into her daughter’s cunt.

“Oh baby, you are so wet, “ Jill cried out as she sucked her daughter’s nipple and part of her firm breast into her hungry mouth.

Lily moaned and humped her bum off the bed meeting every thrust of her mother’s finger with one of her own.

Jill held her thumb over Lily’s hard clit and let pressed down hard as she finger fucked her daughter hard and fast. The pussy was so tight she wondered if she would be able to get the dildo inside her.

When Jill lifted her head Lily pulled her mother’s mouth to hers and they kissed passionately as Jill slipped a second finger into her daughter’s tight pussy. Lilly pushed her small firm tits up into the softness of her mother’s amazing breasts. Lily had dreamed of this moment for so long and now she moaned into her mother’s mouth as she pushed her mother’s finger deeper into her wet cunt.

“How do you want mommy to fuck you, you hot little bitch? “ Jill asked when their lips parted. They both breathed heavily and Lily’s cheeks were flushed.

Lily moaned as she felt the hard dildo cock slide over her flat tummy, “Oh fuck mommy, Jessie did me on top, oh mommy she fucked me so good! “

“Then that’s how I am going to fuck you little whore, “ Jill hissed down at her daughter.

“Then get it wet you nasty little cunt, “ Jill cried as she thrust the tip of the cock through her daughters soft lips.

Lily opened her mouth and eagerly took the cock into her mouth, accepting her mother’s gentle thrusts as the cock head touched the back of her throat and threatened to gag her.

“Look at my nasty little cunt take that cock, “ Jill hissed as Lily coated the big cock with her spit. Their eyes locked as the cock began to choke Lilly.

Jill slid the cock from her daughter’s willing mouth then sat back on Lily’s thighs. She reached out with both hands and squeezed her daughter’s breasts then pinched her stiff nipples fiercely.

Jill lifted one of Lily’s flexible legs to her shoulder speeding her thighs wide open. Jill looked down on her daughter’s puffy, wet cunt and moaned.

“You nasty little bitch, mommy will teach you not to fuck around with my lover, “ Jill screamed.

“Oh fuck mommy, yes, teach me a lesson, tear into my cunt with that big cock of yours. Oh fuck mommy, my nasty cunt needs it so bad, “ Lily cried out.

Jill grunted and thrust her hips forward, pushing the bulbous head into her daughter’s tight pussy, “Oh, fuck my little bitch is so fucking tight! “

Both Jill and Lily groaned with pleasure as Lily’s hot, wet pussy opened to accept her mother’s urgent thrusts.

“Oh fuck mommy, it’s so fucking good! Don’t stop fucking my bad fucking cunt mommy, never stop fucking me! “ Lily screamed.

Lily met her mother’s thrusting cock with her own lust filled movements, lifting her tight ass off the bed.

Jill marveled as the cock steadily disappeared into the grip of Lily’s dropping cunt. Lily whimpered and moaned with each thrust and when the cock disappeared into her daughters cunt Jill leaned down and kissed Lily trusting her tongue into hr open mouth in rhythm to the fucking dildo. At that instant she loved her daughter more than she ever thought imaginable. Lily had surrendered her cunt to her, and of course her love as well.

“Oh fuck mommy loves her nasty little slut, “ she cried out, then bit Lily’s soft bottom lip hard.

Jill reared back and began to fuck her daughter hard. With each stroke she slammed her pelvis against Lily’s soft pussy mound as she buried the cock deep into her daughter’s dripping cunt.

Lilly groaned and encircled her legs around her mother’s waist moaning loudly as her mother fucked her like the slut she knew she was.

The shiny black straps of the harness rubbed fiercely on Jill’s engorged clit as she screwed in and out. The sensation was almost too much for Jill to bear but she held out wanting to cum with her daughter. Jill’s thighs began to tremble with anticipation as she bucked her hips and slammed the big black cock deep into her daughter’s pussy.

Lily was whimpering uncontrollably as her mother drilled her soaked cunt with the dildo. She reached up and grabbed her mother’s swinging breasts and twisted the long stiff nipples mercilessly with her finger nails. Jill screamed with pleasure and pain.

Jill had her hands on her daughter’s firm soft thighs as she pounded her pussy mercilessly with the big dildo. She could feel Lily’s cunt grab at the cock as she arched her back.

With one hand she slapped her daughter’s breasts hard and screamed, “Cum on mommy’s big cock you sick little cunt slut! Cream that tight cunt all over my big black cock! “

“OHHHH FUCKKKK MOMMMMY!! I’MMM CUMMMMMINNG!!! “ Lily sputtered at the top of her laboured lungs.

Jill pushed the cock hard through the resistance of her daughterès convulsing cunt, until her own pussy erupted with a climax more powerful that any she had every experienced before.

“OHHH BABBBY MOMMY IS CUMMING FOR YOU, YOU NASTY FUCKING BITCH!! “ Jill shouted drooling saliva down over her daughter’s sweaty contorted face.

Mother and daughter groaned as they came together, their pussies throbbed into climax after climax as their juices spread down their thighs and down onto Lily’s bed.

“Oh mommy don’t stop, make my filthy cunt cum again, make me your nasty little cunt bitch, oh mommy please, “ Lily pleaded breathlessly.

Jill leaned over her plastic cock still buried in her daughter’s creamy cum-filled cunt and slipped her thrusting tongue into Lily’s wet mouth.

“You fucking little cunt, don’t think I have forgiven you yet! “ Jill said angrily and sent a gob of her spit into her daughter’s open mouth then thrust her tongue after it.

Lily humped her ass off the bed to meet her mother’s thrusting cock and groaned, “Oh mommy maybe I can make it up to you by fucking you as good as you fucked me, “ groaned with a wicked smile as she twisted her mother’s long hard nipples between her fingers.

“Oh fuck baby, I think that is a very good idea, but not until I make you cum again! “ said Jill firmly. The thought of her beautiful daughter fucking her with the big cock brought Jill to the verge of another climax.

“Oh fuck mommy, I love being your hot little bitch! “ yelled as she raked her fingernails over her mother’s hard nipples.

Jill groaned and her cunt contracted and her creamy cunt juice spilled around the sides of the strap-on harness.

“I love it too baby, “ Jill said as she thrust her head back in sheer pleasure as she slammed the cock into her daughters tight cunt, “I love it too!“

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