Massaging the Math Tutor (part 4B) [F4M] [femdom] [non-consent]

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Hey, if you have not read Part 4A to this story, please go back and read it first. I had to split it into two parts in order for it to fit on here. Thanks and enjoy!
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Lydia texted me a few hours later with her address, told me to be there by 8 pm, to come hungry and wear shorts so we could relax in her hot tub. Nervous as hell, I showed up early, hoping I could hurry through this and get it over with.

As I pulled up, I scanned the block around her house, searching for any sign of Katy’s car. No blue jeeps anywhere. Thank God! I hopped out of my own vehicle and strode up the drive wearing swim trunks, flip flops, and a thin grey tank top.

The Stephens residence was a large oriental style bungalow with a pretty good set of steps leading up to the front door.

It was dark out, but her whole house was really lit up. Even the outside was decked with bamboo lighting, chain lanterns, carefully placed recessed lights, the works.

I knocked on the door, but, figuring there was no way she could have heard me, I rang the doorbell too.

There was a rather tall privacy fence concealing the back of the house, and it was from behind it that I heard splashing followed by footsteps.

I don’t know why, but this only amped up my nerves, knowing that I only had a few seconds to change my mind. I eyed my car, suddenly wishing I could zoom back into it and get the hell out of here.

And then, it was too late.

The front door swung open, and Mrs. Stephens was standing there, soaking wet. She had thrown a Hawaiian looking, floral print shawl around her waist, but her top half was drenched.

“You came!” she squealed. She was wearing an odd bikini top. It was a light-green fabric that wrapped around her neck, each of its ends cupping and concealing one of her breasts. They bounced and swayed hypnotically as she leaned in to give me a hug.

Her red hair was done up in a bun behind her head, held in place with two rods, but large strands of it had come undone and hung wet and sloppy over her shoulders.

I was suddenly soaked as she embraced me, holding me tightly to her thinly veiled breasts. The cloth around them had absorbed so much water that when she pulled away from me, you could see where they had caressed me, huge wet globs on either side of my chest.

Lydia saw it and laughed. “I’m so sorry!” she said. “You better just take that off,” and before I could react, she was reaching down and pulling my shirt up and over my head.

I was flustered, but she was already walking away with it, forcing me to follow her inside the house. Her shawl was barely fastened to her waist, and it danced as she went, threatening to come loose entirely. It flapped open wildly, showing most of her shapely legs and thighs. She didn’t seem to notice.

“Come, EAT!” she urged me. “I want to leave as much time for….. math, as possible,” she said shooting me a sly wink over her shoulder.

I blushed and stammered but followed her into the kitchen where a whole spread of Chinese food quickly absorbed my attention.

It all looked and smelled amazing! Lydia began making my plate, piling it full of Lo-Mein, orange chicken, broccoli and beef, spring rolls…… there was SO much food! Way more than just two people could eat. Wait.

WAIT!!!

I steadied myself. “Mrs. Stephens, why is there so much food? It’s just us, right?”

She shot me a smile I didn’t entirely trust and waved a hand at me dismissively. “Relax…. this was catered in by one of the local churches. They didn’t want me to worry about cooking tonight.”

Oh, I thought. Yeah, that made sense. Didn’t churches do that, provide some kind of meal after a funeral?

“That was nice of them,” I said, still turning it over in my mind.

Lydia shot me another wink and finished loading up my plate.

“You want to eat out back? We can sit in the hot tub…… enjoy ourselves.”

She didn’t wait for my reply, heading out a door that led onto her patio.

There was nothing to do but follow her out.

“Did you come ready to eat?” she asked casually over her shoulder as she led me across her yard and up some steps to a small, raised jacuzzi.

“Starving!” I answered, but my hunger was quickly being surpassed by my rising tension. Something felt wrong here. I could have just turned and ran shirtless back to my car. Maybe I should have, but I was compelled to stay by my need to not be rude. She had already made my plate, and clearly she wanted me here.

Besides, I didn’t normally eat this late, so by now my stomach was making all kinds of noises, crying out for something to fill it. And this Chinese food…. it must have been high-dollar because the way it looked, the way it smelled was driving me crazy.

Mrs. Stephens stepped to the edge of the jacuzzi, bent way over and set my plate down where I’d be able to reach it.

My eyes were glued to her swaying breasts as they hung like large cantaloupes behind the thin fabric.

She met my gaze, saw me looking, and I could have killed myself! But she only smiled devilishly as my cheeks burned bright red.

“Oh, hey…..” I tried to think of some excuse for looking.

“Let’s get in, okay?” she cut me off, and walked around to the opposite side, stood and waited for me to enter the water.

Eager to distract myself and start eating, I kicked off my flip-flops and slowly lowered myself into the roiling water.

OH MY GOD! It was so hot, so heavenly! Maybe this night wouldn’t be so bad after all…..

I was still adjusting to the heat, to the sensation of the roiling water, when Mrs. Stephens turned to face away from me, quickly undid her shawl, and flung it to the side.

I immediately choked. She was butt-ass-naked underneath it!

Before I could even react, Lydia climbed down into the jacuzzi, swiveled around and sat across from me in the water.

She must have seen the shock on my face because she said, “Sorry if I flashed you, dear! I just didn’t want to get my shawl wet.”

The hot tub was not large by any means, so she was only a couple feet away, her knees floating up rather near me. She was grinning at me, eating up the look of discomfort on my face.

I kept my own knees close, pulled up to my chest to minimize the space I took up.

She smirked at me. “Oh come on!” she said. “It’s not like I’m naked!” She pulled at one of the straps of her bikini top causing her boob to float up enticingly. “Besides, you can’t see anything in this water.”

This was true. The roiling hot tub made it so everything below the water was a blur at best.

“Relax!” she said. “The water feels soooo good, doesn’t it?”

I had to agree. The water was amazing! But Mrs. Stephens was flaunting her body, raising her shapely, legs, her beautiful feet up and into view where I could admire them. She had painted her toenails a bright green that matched the intensity of her eyes.

I couldn’t look away, and I think she knew it because she stretched her legs out and placed first one foot, then the other on either side of my head, scrunching her toes up on the edges of the hot tub on either side of me.

This was NOT helping me relax!

This is Professor Stephens’ wife! Professor Stephens’ wife! She’s a widow! And it’s my fault! I tried to ground myself, tried to force myself to look anywhere, at anything besides her legs, her feet, her huge floating melons.

“You two have a really nice house,” I said, studying the elaborately decorated yard.

“You must have really liked Dick,” she said casually.

I choked again, spluttering like I’d inhaled pool water.

“What?!” I managed to say.

“Dick,” Mrs. Stephens repeated. “My husband. I can tell you really liked him.”

Oh, Dick! I put it together.

“You probably knew him by Richard,” Lydia continued. “But I always preferred Dick.” She smiled hungrily at me, her eyes openly flirtatious.

She slid her feet, parting her legs wide and allowing her waist to float up in the water so her crotch was still unseen but just inches from me below the steamy, bubbling water.

“Are you ready to eat now?” she asked, her eyes suddenly big and round and intense, fixed so hard on mine that I had to look away.

“Uh, hey. Listen,” I stammered. “I think maybe you got the wrong idea about all this.”

“You’re not hungry anymore?” she asked, innocently nodding toward my plate of food.

“Oh, shit,” my face paled. Did I just fuck this up?! She meant the food, the real food, not her— “I’m so sorry! My head is all wrong right now.”

I reached over, grabbed my plate, and begun shoveling food down. What the hell was wrong with me?!

Mrs. Stephens just laughed though, watching me plow through my plate.

“I guess you really were hungry.”

“Uh, yeah. Hey, thanks for inviting me over,” I said. “This is really nice.”

“So, I think you should know,” she began, speaking very carefully. “I had lunch with your friends today.”

My face paled. “W-w-what friends?”

She ignored the question, looking at me sympathetically. “After talking with them, I think I know what’s going on here.”

“What’s…. going on where?” I asked, dreading where this was going.

“You’re taking all this way too hard, harder than me even.” She dipped her left foot back in the water, placed it squarely on my chest, her toes eyeballing me like five little predators with gleaming green eyes. “We think you need an intervention.”

“An intervention? Who does?” I asked dumbly.

“Me and your girlfriends,” Mrs. Stephens said, a wicked smile suddenly lighting her face.

“My girlfriends?! I don’t have any girlfriends!” I tried to say, but suddenly the older woman was pressing her foot to my chest, holding me in place with her toes.

“Hey, baby!” I heard a familiar voice call out from behind me. I whipped my head around, and my heart froze.

Katy and Erika Valentine were strolling out of Mrs. Stephens’ back door, plates and drinks in hand, eyeing me like I was the main course.

I looked at them, horrified. I should have known this was coming, should have known that Katy would somehow find a way to include herself in this evening. I should have known…..

“It was supposed to be just us…..” I said flatly.

Mrs. Stephens put her other foot to my cheek, used it to turn my face back her way.

“It is just us,” she said. “But I think you need them too.”

She kept her foot pressed to my face, held my eyes to hers with a ravenous grin.

“Just like I need you,” she continued. “You don’t know how long it’s been since I…… well, it’s been a long time, a lonely time, well before my husband passed away.”

Katy came up the steps, plopped down beside me cross-legged on the concrete edge of the jacuzzi, and began eating. She was wearing a frilly blue one-piece swimsuit that clung to her curves like paint.

Erika Valentine made her way over to the other side of me, kicked her sandals off, put her plate down, and descended into the bubbling water beside me.

She had braided her blonde hair into twin pigtails that hung over her shoulders and made her look juvenile. A skimpy, black two-piece barely contained her curves, her enormous breasts.

“How’s our math boy holding up?” she asked, putting her mouth to the straw of her drink and giving it a slurp.

“You about ready to eat?” Katy asked me, taking my plate from my hands.

I started to get up, tried to make an escape, but Mrs. Stephens held me fast with her feet.

“I think I’ve got him about warmed up,” she said. She slid the foot on my face over to my mouth, gently pushing her big toe past my lips like a pacifier.

I groaned against her, but my tongue was already feeling up against the fat flesh of it, my lips working it like a sucker.

“Oh yeah, he’s ready,” Erika said.

Katy finished her bite, then leaned in close to put her mouth to my neck. At first she was gentle, and it made me moan. But then she got into it and began chewing on the side of my throat until I was crying out and struggling.

Mrs. Stephens purred at the sight of us. “How do you make him do that?” she asked throatily.

Katy smiled over at her. “You’ve just got to take him, make him do what you want.”

“Use him like a sex toy,” Erika agreed, taking another long slurp from her drink. “We’ll get him to buck for you, just watch.”

The blonde girl put her drink aside, sunk below the water and came up between the older lady’s legs so she was straddling me, low on my lap.

Mrs. Stephens made room for her, moving her other foot from my chest to the side of my head so she could guide my mouth down onto her toes. She then began alternating which toes she would slip in and out of my mouth, relishing the feel of my mouth and tongue on her.

Erika lowered her own mouth to my left nipple, darting her tongue over it and giving it a good suck and chew before switching to the right.

I groaned and jerked around, trying to wrestle free of them somehow, but the three girls were all over me.

Katy began sucking my neck like crazy, going from spot to spot like she was trying to brand me with hickeys.

For one second, Lydia’s toes popped from my mouth, and I let out a woeful plea for help.

“Ohgodpleasssse…..”

The three of them only laughed though, continuing to work me over.

“You were right,” Mrs. Stephens said. “He does play hard to get.”

I turned to her for help, hoping I could get her on my side. “Lydia,” I moaned, “please stop this.”

She only responded by using her feet to press my head more firmly in Katy’s direction, into her eager, hungry mouth. Katy smiled deliciously and continued her oral assault of my throat.

“Please stoppppp!” I half cried, half moaned, and then Mrs. Stephens plugged my mouth with her toes again.

“Hush, little math boy,” she said. “You’re in good hands tonight. I promise.”

I struggled one last time, nearly dislodging Erika from my lap, but Katy grabbed hold of me and held me more firmly in place. Erika laughed before dipping below the water where she began sloppily dragging her lips up and down my stomach, going lower with each pass.

OH MY GOD!!! I writhed against them, but there was no escape.

Lydia’s green eyes flashed with excitement as she watched me wrestle against the two girls.

“Are you ready for pie?” she teased, and took her toes from my mouth, spread her legs open wide.

She arched her waist up, and suddenly her pussy came free of the water, a pinkish red velvety mess of lips and folds.

“It’s been so long……” she sighed blissfully. “So long, even when Dick was around.” She fixed her eyes on mine. “I really could use some dick now. What do you say, dear?”

She wrapped her feet around the back of my head, used them to pull my face nearer til she could reach me with her hands, then drug me in toward her open thighs.

“I can’t….. I can’t do this. Please don’t do this,” I begged, but Katy was already pushing me the rest of the way down, til my mouth and nose connected with the older woman’s snatch.

“OHMYGOD!” Lydia cried out, and clutched at the back of my head. “OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!!!”

She lost control, began pumping her hips up and down, rubbing her crotch all over my face while Katy held me in place.

My mouth and nose were soaked in her juices, my face buried in her lips, her clit, her fiery red muff.

Her first orgasm came quick, but she barely skipped a beat, already building toward a second one. All I could do was take it, reduced to her personal fuck toy. She ground her clit up against my nose, knew exactly where to move me, where she needed me most.

Erika popped up out of the water, gasping for air. She’d stayed down as long as she could. Katy jumped in the hot tub and dipped down, eager to take her place. The busty she-devil immediately went for my shorts, jerking them down and planting her mouth around my cock.

I tried once again to get away, but Mrs. Stephens wasn’t done with me, not by a long shot. She held my face to her crotch in a death grip, forcing me to service her.

“Ohhhhh, that’s it math boy……eat my pussy!” she moaned as she continued to squirm around on my mouth.

“I told ya he was fun!” Erika said. “Just wait til we really fuck him!!!”

I cried into Lydia’s puss, begged for them to let me go, but this only seemed to get her off faster. She ground her scratchy bush across my mouth and nose slipping and sliding my face along her pussy parts. I probed her hole with my tongue, desperately feeling around for a place I could press against her and try and pry her away from me.

She humped harder, faster, going into a frenzy suddenly as her body was slammed with another orgasm.

“OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!” she wailed, bucking up and down on my mouth. She jerked my ears like reigns, rode me like a wild bronco. “OH FUCK MEEEEEEE! FUCK ME SO GOOOOOOOD!”

She slowly ground to a halt just as Katy was coming up for air. Erika was laughing watching the older lady have her fun.

Katy eyed the blonde mischievously. “Is it time for the main attraction yet?”

Mrs. Stephens was still recovering, but she managed to say, “Is everything set up?”

Erika nodded with a hungry, excited grin. “All set up and ready for math!”

“Come on, you horn-dog!” Katy said, pulling my head away from Mrs. Stephens’ still quivering crotch. “It’s time for some tutoring.”

The other two helped lead me out of the hot tub, pulling me free from the water and walking me down the steps. Katy caught my shorts which were flopping around my ankles, pulled them the rest of the way off as the two other girls led me across the patio and around the side of the house.

They must have been planning this all afternoon. There was a small inflatable kiddie pool there filled with a strange but familiar liquid. Katy’s lights and cameras were arranged all around the pool, bathing it in bright light.

Suddenly, I recognized the liquid.

“That’s that Nuru stuff!” I yelled. “From…. our first time!”

“That’s right, honey!” Erika cheered. “I keep watching that clip of you and Katy over and over and over….. I just had to try it myself.”

Mrs Stephens looked equally excited. “We’re gonna get you really, really wet,” she purred.

“And then, you’re gonna service all our holes as long as we tell you to!!!” Katy squealed, jumping up and down.

“We’re gonna cream on your dick, your face, your ass…..” Erika moaned. “Pretty much where ever the hell we want to…..”

Oh GOD, I can’t wait!!!” Katy screamed, pushing me toward the small pool and then turning to get the camera ready.

Erika and Lydia walked me the rest of the way, stepping me down into the warm, slippery liquid.

It was only about ankle deep but so slick that Erika half fell, half slid til she was splayed out in front of me, her legs open, wide and waiting.

Mrs. Stephens giggled at the girl’s antics then squealed with delight as the blonde pulled my head down to her bikini clad crotch. Just as my mouth arrived, Erika pulled the fabric to the side and buried my nose in her shaven pussy.

“OH GAAAAWD!” she cried out, her legs closing around the back of my neck as she began humping my face.

Behind me, I heard Katy addressing the camera.

“This is Katy and Erika, joined by the exotic, suck me sideways, mother you’d love to fuck, Missus Lydia! It’s time for Round Four of math tutoring and Round Two of non-consentual Nuru massage. As you can see, our math stud is already munching on a mouthful of pie. He’s an eager little beaver tonight! Hope you all enjoy the show!”

She was getting better at that. A little too good. It seemed to really egg Erika on. She clutched at my scalp, grabbing fistfuls of my hair, and began barking out orders as she pumped her crotch into my captive mouth.

“More tongue! Lower! Right there! Now suck my lips! Perfect! Get in my hole! Deeper!”

I jutted my tongue into her snatch as far as it would go, licking and sucking and just frantically trying to keep up with her commands while trying to wrap my head around the fast evolving situation.

From the corner of my eye, I saw that Mrs. Stephens and Katy were shedding the little bit of clothing they wore. Katy scooped up a handful of the Nuru juice and began lubing up the older woman.

Lydia returned the favor til both their bodies were slick and shiny. Then they turned their eyes on me.

“Heads or tails?” Katy asked her.

“Ooooh, I think I’ll take tails,” Mrs. Stephens said. “I need to repay him for making me cum so good.”

Katy sneered wickedly. “Just don’t treat him too good. We’ve got to make this last.”

It was the redhead’s turn to smile. “I’ve got a secret for that,” she said. “I was hoping to get a chance to use this.”

She pulled an odd looking stretchy black double-ring from her discarded clothing.

To Katy’s quizzical glance, she replied, “It’ll keep him hard, and he won’t be able to cum til we take it off.”

“Okay, that only raises more questions,” Katy said, intrigued

Lydia sighed. “On the rare occasions when my husband wanted to make love, we had to use this,” she explained. “So, I’ve had it laying around for awhile.”

I was not oblivious to their conversation. The last thing I wanted was to wear my recently deceased math professor’s cock ring!

I tried to squirm away from Erika’s grasp, but she only tightened her grip on my scalp and dug her heels into my back

“You’re not going anywhere math boy!” she panted. “We’re just getting started!”

I was on all fours with my mouth securely fastened to her pussy, so Mrs. Stephens dipped down into the lube and slid on her back into a laying position between my legs.

“Please don’t put that on me!” I managed to say in between Erika’s cunt and clit bouncing off my face.

“Relax, honey!” Lydia shushed me. “It’s not like I haven’t cleaned it.”

She gave my meat a few quick jerks, lubed me up with the Nuru juice, and suddenly I felt a tightness clamp around my dick and balls.

“What the fuck?!” I cried out, but the older woman was already sliding the double cock ring into place.

It stretched my balls and squeezed my dick almost enough to be painful.

“Time to repay you for your tongue skills!” she sang out, and suddenly her mouth was sliding up and down on my meat.

I bucked around, trying to stay upright in the wet, slippery mess as the girls used and abused me.

And then, Katy was at my backside, scooping up handfuls of lube and soaking my body in Nuru slop.

She pushed my legs apart to make room for her own around Mrs. Stephens’ body and laid down on me in a doggy style position.

Her huge tits squished and slid across my back, and she began grinding and bouncing her pussy off my ass cheeks, humping my butt.

Almost immediately, she was moaning and crying out as she built up an orgasm. Erika had already come and was working on a second.

Abruptly, the blonde released her hold on me and slid away, rolling over so she was on all fours before sticking her cheeky ass right in my face.

Her big, beautiful butt swallowed my mouth, my nose. She still had her bikini bottoms on, so she began clawing at the laces, struggling to undo them.

“OH GOD HONEY!” she wailed. “I wanna feel your tongue in my ass!!!”

At last, she ripped them free, pushed toward me, and buried my nose in her hole.

“TONGUE!” she cried out. “TONGUE FUCK ME! NOW!!!”

What could I do? I grabbed her ass cheeks, gave them a squeeze, spread them, and pushed my tongue way up into her ass hole.

Her response was immediate. Twerking on my face, trying to make room for my tongue to go deeper still, she began half yelling, half moaning in ecstasy.

“OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!! Clean me out, math boy! Clean my fucking hole!”

Mrs. Stephens was alternating between sucking and jerking on my meat, and honestly I couldn’t tell the difference anymore. My dick had grown semi-numb from the cock ring, but I was stuck hard, unable to cum until she removed it.

She fondled and squeezed on my balls, then, growing adventurous, allowed her fingers to sneak back toward my own rear entrance.

At first, she just gave my hole a light tap with the pad of her fingers, but it was still enough to make me jump.

OH GOD! NOT THIS!

Lydia grew bolder, tapdancing her finger over my rectum, then covering it completely and pressing inward.

I groaned and bucked, but Katy was still on top of me, holding me down as she continued her assault on my ass cheeks.

Mrs. Stephens pushed her finger deeper, loving the way I tried to escape her. I was helpless meat, and she knew it, relished it. She began probing my ass hole, fucking me with her finger. There was nothing I could do, nowhere to go, no way of escape.

“Please, NOOOOO!” I groaned into Erika’s ass.

Both the blonde and Katy came at the same time, creaming themselves on my face and ass just as they said they would.

They humped themselves dry while Mrs. Stephens sucked my dick and finger-fucked my ass.

The two younger girls slid away from me and watched in amusement as Lydia worked me over.

With nothing to hold me down, I wriggled and squirmed to get away from her invasive fingers.

“He’s bucking like a horse!” Katy squealed.

Erika shot her a devilish grin and maneuvered her way onto my back, straddling me with her knees bent, feet kicked up behind her.

She pulled at my hair and began rocking back and forth on me like a mechanical bull.

“Yee-Haw, math boy!” she cheered. “You like me riding you like a little horsey?!”

“Ooooh! I wanna ride!” Katy squealed. She clambered up on me, taking a seat behind Erika.

The blonde was somehow still wearing her bikini top, but Katy quickly pulled it free, flung it to the side out of the way and began playing with the other girl’s tits.

I was struggling to hold them both up, though. Mrs. Stephens must have noticed because she relinquished her hold on my dick and ass hole and slid out from under me.

“Cone on, giddy-up!” Erika screamed gleefully, giving me a kick to the sides. I clambered forward, barely able to move with them jostling around on my back.

“You’ve got to properly motivate him,” Lydia said, and suddenly the older redhead was crouched behind me, prying open my ass cheeks.

I felt something wet begin probing my hole and realized in shock it was her tongue! I reared forward, eager to escape her intrusive mouth.

“That’s it, ponyboy!” Katy giggled. “Let’s have one lap around the pool and all this will be over!”

That was high motivation, but my strength was giving out. I lumbered forward another inch or two and suddenly fell face first into the Nuru lube.

I barely caught myself, narrowly avoiding a mouthful of the sloppy liquid.

“Aw, c’mon horsey!” Katey yelled, and began spanking my ass painfully. “Get up! Get up! Get up!”

I was laying face down, ass up in the pool, unfortunately giving Mrs. Stephens the perfect angle to go to town on me.

She didn’t hesitate, pushing her tongue deeper into my ass, violating me. I tried to get away from her, but she clutched at my sides, pulling me back in and bouncing my cheeks on her face, further humiliating me. I groaned as her tongue began to widen me out.

“Methinks he likes it!” Erika laughed giddily.

Then, her and Katy came down off me and began pummeling me with their lubed up, slick bodies. I was lost in a storm of tits and bellies, feet and asses as they took turns smothering me, feeding me their bodies, forcing me to lick and suck, and smell every inch of their lady parts, all while laughing and giggling and taunting me the whole time.

Mrs. Stephens began stroking my cock, long, slow, torturous strokes, while she continued to invade my ass hole.

My dick felt like it was going to explode! It had gotten to the point of hurting, and I knew it was from that damned cock ring the older lady had slipped on me.

“Please…..” I begged in between the other girls’ thrusts and blows. “Please take it off……”

Lydia gave my ass one last long, deep lick and then pulled away, giving my cheeks a final slap of appreciation.

“I think our math boy is ready for the finale,” she said.

Erika and Katy cheered at this, then also pulled away from me.

The three girls rolled me over onto my back, and there was a collective gasp among them.

“What?!” I cried out.

“Do you think we left it on too long?” Katy asked.

I looked down at my crotch and gasped myself, my eyes widening in disbelief.

The cock ring had cut off enough blood to my meat that it had gotten engorged. It was big, thick, and purple.

“You think we oughta take it off?” Erika asked.

Mrs. Stephens was looking at it with a fresh wave of hunger in her eyes, though.

“I think our ponyboy’s got a few quick rides left in him yet. He’ll be alright for a few minutes.”

Katy and Erika grinned lasciviously at one another.

“I call first dibs!” Katy squealed, already straddling my lap. She pushed her trimmed mound down my engorged shaft, crying out as I penetrated her.

“OH GOD BABY!!!” she wailed. “You’re so fucking HUGE!!!”

She put her palms to my chest and began humping up and down on my dick. It didn’t take her long to explode in orgasm.

“OHFUCKKKKKKKK!!! GODDAMMITTTT!!! FUCKKKKKK!”

She finished by planting her mouth on mine, slapping my tongue around with hers, and then kissing me rather passionately.

“Thanks for the math lesson,” she panted before rolling off of me.

“My turn!” Erika screamed, eager to take the other girl’s place.

The blonde positioned herself carefully over me, guided my tip to her hole, then looked into my eyes with a devilish, mischievous grin.

“You ready for me?” she asked.

I nodded, eager for them to be done with this whole thing, eager to get away and hopefully never see these three again.

Erika seemed to be able to read my thoughts because she laughed and said, “Okaaaaay….. but I think you’re gonna miss this…..”

Before I could give it a thought, the blonde sat down hard on my cock, taking my whole engorged length all at once!

It took the breath out of me, but she was already pumping her pussy rapidly up and down on my dick like she was trying to set a record for the fastest fuck.

“OHHHHHH…….OHHHHHHHH GAWWWWWDDDD!” she sang out, her voice wavering as she rapid-fucked me.

She grabbed my nipples, wrenched them painfully, then reared back and punched my chest, just enough to let me know who was in control.

She went to punch me again, and I raised my hands trying to fend off her blows. I found her tits instead, grabbed them, pulled her to me.

I wrapped my lips around first one, then the other of her luscious plump nipples, sucking away as she tried to finish up on my dick.

She was loving it apparently because she collapsed on top of me, burying my face in her boobs, and just letting me fuck her the rest of the way.

I jackhammered her hole and she continued to cry out in pleasure, but it didn’t seem to be getting anywhere.

This could take awhile!

And then, a thought hit me. “Maybe the other hole?” I asked.

Erika immediately stopped her humping, peered down into my eyes with a look of pure lust, and attacked my mouth with hers.

She then lifted herself off my groin and turned around so her ass was facing me, hovering over my dick.

“Ready or not, math boy!” she teased and began working my dick up into her tight booty hole.

Even with my dick half-numb and screaming for release, Erika’s ass felt amazing!

Apparently, the feeling was mutual, because the blonde was crying out as she pushed me deeper and deeper inside her, excavating her back passage with my engorged cock.

I wasn’t sure how much more I could take of this! But then, she put it in reverse, sliding almost completely off my dick before plunging it all the way back inside her.

She picked up speed then, bouncing her ass cheeks off my groin as she repeatedly impaled herself, her screams picking up intensity until it was all a garbled mess of sounds.

God, I wanted…. no, I NEEDED to cum so bad!!!

I grabbed her ass and held her to me, battering her hole with my meat until she was cumming senseless, her words all mixed together as her orgasm carried her along.

She slowed down, really ground her ass into my groin, then slowly pulled off my meat, again crying out as I left a gaping hole in my wake.

She then dutifully stepped aside, only to be replaced by that fiery redhead vixen, Mrs. Lydia Stephens.

The older woman looked at me fondly. She had waited long enough, and now it was her turn.

“You want this off?” she asked, giving my meat a few playful tugs. “Are you ready to cum, math boy?”

I nodded eagerly, unsure anymore if I was just trying to get the situation over with or if I had been broken, finally convinced to go along with their dark whims.

It didn’t matter. I couldn’t think straight. I just needed to cum! Please let me cum!

I reached down, tried to remove the cock ring myself.

“Uh-uh,” Mrs. Stephens slapped my hand away. “One more ride to go, dear.”

And with that, the older woman mounted my cock, sinking slowly down upon it till her groin was flush with mine.

She kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she took me. Her hips began riding out a rhythm, slowly building up tempo til she was riding me faster and faster and faster.

“OHHHHHHHH!!!” she moaned. “Ohhhh, how I’ve missed you, Dick!”

What the fuck?!

“Lydia…..” I struggled against her, but the older woman covered my mouth with the palm of her hand.

“Shush…..” she whispered, continuing to ride. “Don’t ruin it.”

She built herself back up to tempo, really started bucking and grinding on me.

“OH DICK!!!” she yelled. “OH!!! I LOVE YOU, DICK!!!”

“What?!” I managed to yell around her hand.

Mrs. Stephens stopped mid-ride, looked at me harshly for a second, then her face softened.

“I said I love your dick,” she said, squeezing my face lovingly.

She lowered her mouth to mine, began playing with my tongue, but this quickly turned to passionate kisses as she got into the sex again.

The older lady fucked me hard, really driving her groin into mine.

OH GOD, that cock ring hurt so bad!!!

As if in answer, Lydia reached down between us, started to wriggle it free from my cock and balls.

She pulled off of me, and the tension from the ring caused it to shoot off somewhere. My dick was free!!!

The relief was instantaneous, but Mrs. Stephens wasn’t missing a beat, already rocking her hips in a frenzy, riding my meat at maximum velocity.

I needed to cum so bad, I couldn’t hold out any longer! I groaned into the older woman, and she knew it was time. She fell down on top of me, buried my face in kisses as I pummeled her pussy hole. My cumming caused her to come too.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she wailed, “Ohyesohyesohyes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please don’t STOP!!!”

She held me to her afterward, refused to let my mouth part from hers, tasting my tongue and lips and tongue again as she slowly came down from her orgasm.

It was finished. The older lady climbed off of me. I sat up, looked around. Katy and Erika had retrieved their plates of food, were eating, still naked from the sex.

They eyed the older woman, their faces anticipating something.

It was over, wasn’t it?

Mrs. Stephens glanced my way.

“I suppose there is something I should tell you before we wrap things up,” she said.

I tensed up. Oh god, what now?

“After the funeral,” she began delicately, “some of my husband’s colleagues approached me. They said his position was open, that it was only right for them to offer it to me in light of what happened.”

My head started to spin.

“I turned it down,” she quickly added. “But in light of all this,” she waved around at…. everything, “I think it would be a good move for me. For us.”

I shook my head. No…. this wasn’t happening!

Katy laughed out loud. “That means you just fucked your boss, babe!”

Erika threw her head back, howling with laughter.

Lydia grabbed my hands, gave them a squeeze. She peered into my eyes, tried to hide the look of dominance that was quickly spreading across her face.

“I’ve got a lot of good ideas how I can train you,” she said.

No. No, no, no! I was in denial. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be.

“So, I guess….” Mrs. Stephens said, speaking authoritatively now, ” I guess I’ll see you Monday, eight o’clock sharp, math boy.”

“DON’T BE LATE!!!” Katy and Erika sang out together.

“We’ve got so much more math tutoring to do….” Katy whispered, her face in rapture just thinking about it.

I stood, wiped myself down, and went to retrieve my clothes, quickly realized with horror that my keys and wallet were in my shorts, sopping wet.

I strode out to my car, but my water-logged clicker refused to work. There was no way I was spending the night here! But I’d left my cellphone on my front seat. I was completely locked out!

Refusing to ask the girls for help, I resigned myself to leaning against my car. I slumped down, coming to a sitting position on the curb. I’d sleep here if I had to, as senseless as that option was.

At last, Katy came out. She had reapplied her swimsuit and did a double-take when she saw me, then smiled devilishly.

“You looking for another ride already?” she teased.

I raised my clicker, showed her how it refused to click.

“Well, babe,” she smiled mischievously, “I would LOVE to give you another ride! I’ll ride you as much as you want! Anytime! Anywhere! You ever need a ride, you just say the word. I’m there, riding away!”

Oh god no.

She laughed at the look on my face. “C’mon, weirdo,” she said. “I’ll drive you home. Seriously. No promises there won’t be a little road-head involved, but I’ll get you where you’re going.”

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THE END?

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