The girl’s pussy spasmed around my cock. She gasped, “Mr. Michaels! Yes!”
Her cunt massaged my dick. She rippled and writhed around me. Her hot sheath sucked at my cock. She worked out the cum that jetted out of my balls. I groaned, savoring every last spurt of my cum that fired into her depths.
“You’re breeding me!” she howled.
“I fucking am!” I gasped.
The pleasure slammed into my mind. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. My heart raced from the bliss that she gave me. Her pussy sucked at my dick. She wrung out my cum with such hunger. Her brown eyes burned.
With a groan, I fired the last blast of cum into her cunt. My pleasure hit that wonderful peak. Her pussy rippled around me, massaging me as I savored that one heartbeat of overwhelming perfection. That moment of maximum bliss.
“Fuck,” I panted as I came down from my high.
“Mr. Michaels,” she whimpered.
I would never get tired of hearing one of my barely legal students moaning my name with that throaty, satiated delight. I stared down at her, watching her tits rise, enjoying that smile gracing her plump lips. I had ravished her. Given her such pleasure.
Maybe even bred her.
Panting, I pulled out of Dolly’s pussy. I sank back on my chair while she sat up, a flushed smile on her jizz-painted face. She slid off my desk with a happy moan, her skirt fluttering down around her thighs. My cum basted her barely legal womb.
I glanced at the clock. The lunch hour was almost upon us. I had arrangements to make. She pulled on her blouse and then sauntered out of my classroom with a parting, “Thank you for breeding me, Mr. Michaels.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, smiling at my sexy student.
Then she sauntered out to go back to her class where she would no doubt be complimented for wearing my spunk. I shuddered and then rolled my shoulders. I wanted to make sure what happened next went perfectly.
842FA4;report to Mr. Michaels’s classroom the moment the lunch hour starts
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Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels
My phone beeped.
I fished it out as my friend, Natalie Meyers, drove myself and Tonya Albertson to the sex shop. My more uptight Christian friend had a nervous quiver to her as she drove us. She’d never been in one of those places.
Before yesterday, when she’d fallen under the influence of my husband’s mind-control device, she hadn’t done much more than have sex with her husband. Though he was a commanding and dominating guy who enjoyed her naturally submissive side. They had a fairly passionate love-live. Now it had swelled to include their entire family.
Then I made her into my lover today. Some lesbian passion between naughty wives. It wasn’t cheating with women. At least that was how I saw it. Not cheating with women or family.
I smiled at the pic my husband had texted me. He had a busty girl’s tits wrapped around his cock. Clearly, he was enjoying himself at the college. I didn’t mind him with other women. In fact, it made me hot.
My husband was just that virile. That much of a man that he needed more pussy than I could give him. Our daughters, too. I shuddered, my pussy getting so wet as I stared at that pic. I sent him a text back:
“Having my own fun. We’re going to have a live-in bang maid,” I texted him. I looked back at my bitch neighbor who was all but my sex slave already. “Two of them.”
“Tonya,” I said to the bitch. “You’re daughter’s nineteen, right?”
“Yeah,” Tonya Albertson said.
“You should invite her over today,” I said, a naughty itch rippling through me. I remember Gina being such a brat to my daughters when they were younger.
“I will,” Tonya said, so eager to please me.
“Oh, my god, we’re here,” Natalie said. She had a breathy quiver in her voice as we pulled up before the Pink Pussycat—the local adult store. I had bought a few naughty schoolgirl outfits from here over the years.
But I’d never browsed their other offerings. I smiled. “Tonya Albertson is treating me to some delights,” I texted to my husband. “Isn’t that wonderful?”
To be continued…