Her maternal pride made me gasp and heave. Clint pounded Lee. They fucked her hard. He and Melody called her such humiliating, degrading names. And she loved it. Melody hissed about pissing on her and Lee thrashed hard.
She was into humiliation. Of course she would love being pissed on. Just like her mother.
“Cheryl,” I moaned, my orgasm suddenly exploding through me as I pictured Lee being pissed on by Clint’s huge cock, soaking her in yellow urine, her bratty mouth spluttering as it filled with the nasty liquid. I was kneeling next to her, the piss splashing into my mouth as I held my daughter.
The restroom door opened.
And then Clint turned to me. Your turn, Aunt Vicky. Piss all over the disgusting slut.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as I bucked and groaned, staring at the image streaming on my phone of my daughter thrashing beneath Clint, my other daughter bucking as he fingered her to an orgasm. Our family was so wild, so hot. The pleasure rushed through my mind.
Ecstasy boiled my thoughts. I moaned and gasped.
The stall door opened. Pam Hiragawa stood before me. “Professor Samuels…” Her slanted eyes widened. The Japanese girl–her skin that wonderful shade of pale olive, her hair black silk, her eyes slanted and brown–clapped hands over her mouth, gasping as she watched me masturbate.
Seeing my student’s gaze on me, her nineteen-year-old body trembling in shock, made me cum harder. “Yes, yes, Pam,” I panted “Oh, yes, watch me cum. Mmm, yes.”
Her eyes were locked on my fingers reaming my pussy. Juices squirted out of me as I bucked harder on the toilet. The porcelain creaked beneath me. My legs kicked out, my heels brushing her jean-clad legs. She had a petite frame, her loose clothing hiding any curves. She had such an innocent look about her.
“Oh, god, Pam, I’m cumming so hard. Keep staring at me.”
“Professor Samuels,” she moaned again, lowering her hands. She shifted. Two dimples appeared, tenting her blouse. “W-What are…?”
“Masturbating,” I groaned, shuddering. “Oh, my god, yes.” I shuddered a final time, my pleasure bleeding off.
“I…I…” Pam looked around. “I didn’t know. I called your name, and you said yes.”
“Did I?” I panted, pulling my fingers out of my pussy, staring at her eyes. They were locked on the triangle of black hair adorning my pudenda, the tip pointing at my shaved pussy. Just the way Clinton liked me. My sister wasn’t shaved, but she had to dye her hair blonde for him. And though he was dead, we still groomed ourselves his way.
“What are you looking at, Pam?” I asked, standing up.
The Japanese girl blushed and looked down. “Sorry, Professor Samuels.”
“Mmm, you have nothing to be sorry about.” I put my phone in my skirt pocket and cupped her chin with my left. I lifted her face. “You’re curious about pussy, huh? A little bicurious desire in you? Or are you gay?”
“I’m not gay,” she said.
“Nothing wrong if you are,” I told her. “I’m bi myself. Like pussy and a hard cock.” I brought my wet fingers to her lips and smeared my juices on her. She trembled, her pink lips glistening. Then her tongue brushed out, swiping across my tart juices. She shuddered. “Nothing wrong at all.”
I smeared more juices on her lips and leaned in, kissing her. Not hard, not aggressive, just letting our lips touch. She quivered while my heart thudded. It was such a risk. I was her teacher. I could get in so much trouble.
And that only made the kiss sweeter.
“Mmm, we’ll talk after the debate, okay?” I told her.
Pam just nodded her head, petrified, shocked, unsure what to do, her hips squirming. New desires were awakening in her. She was so cute. I bet Clint would love her. “You know my nephew, Clint Elliston?”
“I…I didn’t know he was your nephew,” Pam said, “but we have English and PE together.”
“He’s cute, right?” I grinned, pulling up my panties. “I bet you have a crush on him. Big, strong guy. I bet you’ve rubbed that hot pussy thinking about him.”
“Professor Samuels,” she gasped, shocked.
I put my arm around her. “Pam, Pam, Pam, you are so innocent. I’ll take that as a yes.”
She just squirmed.
“Now, why did you come looking for me?”
“I just…” She swallowed. “Want to talk about my performance.”
She was stiff, uncomfortable. Her research was great, but her presentation was stilted. “You were wonderful. Just the best out there. So smart and articulate. I think we’re going to win because of you.”
“Really?” she said, beaming at me. I tightened my arm on her, the lie winning me affection.
“Uh-huh. But we need to help your confidence. And I know just how.” I smiled at her. “That’s what we’ll talk about later.”
She swallowed. “Just…that?”
“Oh, I think you’ll learn all sorts of things tonight.” I licked my lips. How much would Clint love me if I brought him this sexy, young thing home? I would be his cool aunt.
* * *
Clint Elliston
“Jesus, you really want to be pissed on,” I grinned at Lee as she squirmed beneath me, my softening dick trapped in her hot, tight pussy. Melody’s fingers twisted the brat’s nipple, making Lee squirm more. “Well, that’s going to happen. All of us.”
“All?” Alicia squeaked.
“Even you, Princess,” I told her. I groaned, pulling my dick out of Lee’s pussy, my shaft coated in her pink froth. I had popped her cherry hard. I had spanked her ass until she came. Far harder than I had spanked Melody.
I had hurt Lee, and she loved it. I couldn’t help myself. All these years of putting up with her brattiness, being called Lint, dealing with her teasing. All of that frustration poured out of me as I disciplined her, and she had loved it.
Melody shuddered as my hand came out of her fly. Traces of purple stained my fingers along with her cream, leftover from the grape Popsicle I shoved up her cunt earlier. I licked my fingers clean of her sweet juices as she grinned at me.
She was eager to piss on Lee. I bet Melody always wanted to. She kept bringing up watersports since last night. She didn’t want to be pissed on, even if she would submit and let me do it. But she wanted to watch, and she wanted to do it.
Damn, she was wicked. I was learning so much about her. I thought we knew everything about each other, and since we made love last night, we were finally opening up are innermost desires, those secret impulses we kept hidden out of fear.
No longer.
“Lee, get your ass upstairs in the master bathroom right now,” I growled. “Climb in the tub naked and ready to be pissed on.”
“Oh, god,” she moaned, my cum pouring out of her cunt as she shuddered. The brat’s small breasts jiggled in her sports bra. She peeled it off, throwing it on the ground as she stood up.
“Lee,” I growled, “don’t make a mess.”
She gasped and shuddered. “Sorry, Clint.”
Clint not Lint. That was great to hear.
She grabbed her sports bra, jogging shorts, and panties from the floor while my cum dribbled down her legs. Then she darted upstairs. I glanced at my mom and Alicia, grinning at them and nodding my head after Lee, who was already scampering up the stairs, making so much racket in her excited desire to be pissed on.
My dick twitched. Melody grabbed my cock, her tongue licking at the tip, swiping up her sister’s tangy juices. I groaned, stroking her blonde hair, her hazel eyes staring up at me. I shuddered as the pleasure raced up my sensitive dick.