Mrs. Webb finally lets go of your hand as she lingers behind you, closing the door to her bedroom as you walk into the dark room. “Well, I finally have you in my bedroom, boy, and now we’re going to work on some extra credit. She grins wickedly as she walks past you, her hand brushing yours as she walks into the darkness. You hear a shuffling noise, and with a soft clicking noise, light fills the room.
Mrs. Webb, standing in her skirt and white loose top, stands in the light next to the bed and you finally notice Mrs. Sellers lying on the bed, wearing black stockings, a garterbelt, black bra, black thong panties, and high heels. “I so love when you bring us home a new pet,” Mrs. Sellers purrs.
Mrs. Sellers bites her lip and makes a slight pouting noise, “I don’t think he wants me, though,” she playfully teased as she turned her lips downward. Bringing her hands to her breasts, she squeezed them together from either side of her bra cups. “I catch boy looking at my boobs all the time, but now he doesn’t seem all that interested…”
Chuckling, Mrs. Webb steps up to you, “Don’t mind her, she enjoys teasing. We both see you practically eye-fuck us during class. I’ll get everything started.” She reaches down to the bottom of your shirt and lifts it off, then kisses her way down your chest and stomach as she plants herself on her knees. Biting her lip, Mrs. Webb unbuckles your belt and pulls your pants down, removing your shoes and socks in the process and leaving you in your cute tighty-whities. “Look at this impressive bulge, Mrs. Sellers. It looks like his jeans were just a bit too loose to show us the impressive girth hiding in here.”
Turning around to face the other direction, Mrs. Sellers’ head appeared next to Mrs. Webb’s, although she was still lying on the bed. Licking her lips, Mrs. Sellers purred in her soft voice yet again, “Are you going to show boy how us older women can still use our mouths to get these boys nice and hard?” She looks up at you and winks.
Mrs. Webb runs her tongue up and down the outline of your shaft, and then pulls the elastic and takes a peek. “Oh my, there is definitely something in the water around here,” she giggled, and pulls the rest of your underwear off. Your hard cock slapping against her cheek when it emerges, eliciting an entertained squeak from her.
Biting her lip, Mrs. Webb runs her down down the shaft of your cock, all the way to your engorged ball sack, already filling to burst. Sliding up and down that massive member, letting it get to just the back of her mouth enough to prompt a gag reflex but nothing else. Her eyes rolling into the back of her heard with each slide.
Finally pulling her mouth off your throbbing dick, Mrs. Webb pulls at the little strings of saliva going from your dick to her mouth, sliding her tongue out to lick her lips clean. “Now that I have you nice and lubed up, it’s time for Mrs. Sellers to get what she wants.”
In a moment, Mrs. Sellers was sitting on the edge of the bed properly. Her massive mammaries heaving behind her bra as she took a look at your long, youthful cock. Mrs. Webb instinctively unclasped the black bra of Mrs. Sellers, and pulled it off of her, revealing those heavy breasts, complete with a gage piercing through each nipple.
Mrs. Sellers sat up straight, like an attentive student, and squeezed your cock between her tits. Gently sliding up and down as she grinned, “I can see you staring at my tits all day, you little pervert. I always thought you could see my piercings, but now I don’t care.” Each time she lowers herself to the base of your dick with her boobs, she suckles at the tip of your dick. She moves her thighs a little bit, and Mrs. Webb’s head appears under her, flicking her tongue across Mrs. Sellers’ swollen clit.
Mrs. Sellers grinds herself against you, faster and faster, staring up at your eyes while Mrs. Webb ate her out from below. Occasionally moaning in the pleasure of sitting on Mrs. Webb’s face, she would occasionally pull at her own nipple rings to increase the pain to pleasure ratio.
She finally stops as she feels your cock twitch, “Not yet, baby” she smiles and lays back, Mrs. Webb still under her but now licking her asshole, leaving her pussy exposed and ready. It was a hairless pussy, with the exception of a small landing strip just at the top of it. “I’m ready for you…” she licks her teeth and spreads her legs.
You slowly insert your cock into Mrs. Sellers warm gash, at first going slowly to get her used to your size. You could tell that she wasn’t used to a man of your proportions. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she moaned with each of your steadily more frequent thrusts, Mrs. Webb’s tongue deep inside her asshole.
Looking down, you can see that the harder you thrust, the more Mrs. Sellers giant knockers bounced up and down. On the odd bounce, you could hear the metallic ‘clink’ of the nipple rings colliding. Mrs. Sellers herself was staring at you with those big eyes of hers, her tongue lolling at the side of her mouth, looking like she was being fucked into mindlessness.
It wasn’t too much more thrusts that you begin to let out some moans of your own, making it sound as if you were getting close to cumming. You made the common motion to pull out before cumming, but Mrs. Sellers wrapped her legs around yours and pulled you in, locking you in place. “We didn’t go through all this work just for you to pull out! You’re going to shoot that big wad of cum inside of me or you get detention!”
Mrs. Webb laughed from somewhere under Mrs. Sellers, and then said “You better fill her up, too! But I’ll be down here if anything slips out…” At that, you felt yourself release inside of Mrs. Sellers, just as she was orgasming herself, pulling on her nipple rings and some liquid coming out of her pussy. You could feel the muscles and the skin inside her cunt spasming from the pleasure of your continued thrusts as you both came together. Finally pulling out, some of the excess semen that Mrs. Sellers’ twat just couldn’t contain begins to drip down into Mrs. Webb’s waiting mouth.
Breathing heavily and sheened with sweat, Mrs. Sellers rolls off of Mrs. Webb. “I haven’t been fucked like that since I was your age” she said, slowly drifting off to sleep. Mrs. Webb swallowed your remaining load and wiped off her face as she stood up. “Good boy, now run along. We’re very busy.”
You dress quickly and head out the door, walking home and wondering how you’re going to tell a story that no one would possibly believe.
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