Teacher and student Mandy and Christina have been blackmailed into providing an evening's entertainment for uncle and nephew Gavin and Josh McClain. The girls have been thoroughly fucked following a sizzling girl-on-girl cabaret, but Josh has suffered a minor humiliation from Mandy and is vowing to pay her back. With interest.
My terms. This should be on my fucking terms.
So raged Amanda Winter's mind as Gavin McClain's cock provided her with the reaming of her life.
Not that she'd have let it happen—there was the rub—however much she masturbated to memories of the previous evening. Gavin's engineering of this event was catering to the darkest desires of her heart and Mandy revelled in it even as her counterpart plotted revenge. For revenge there would be. Somehow. Someday ...
For now, she'd enjoy his control and use of her body—the strain of every sinew as he gripped, the rasp of breath in his throat, the plunge and stretch of that magnificent cock inside her. Even the bite of the bikini-bit that leashed her. She was as wet and pulsing as she'd ever known, receptive to all he had to give.
Christina was wallowing in the occasion too, against all her nice-girl instincts, that much was clear. Bereft of Josh's nasty attentions the girl was writhing naked on the sofa touching herself, gaze locked on her teacher's extravagant fucking. Carnality has blown asunder all other considerations; the sixth former was embracing the experience fully now and craving more. Josh might have blackmailed her ass, but he'd still succeeded in drawing out her inner slut. How proud the cocky young fuck must be of his victory. She wondered how a come-uppance might be engineered for the younger McClain too ...
"How're you liking that, Mandy?" Gavin's hand twisted the tangled strands of her hair into a rope as his cock savaged. "Better than a Friday night in?"
She clenched her teeth against the bikini strand and growled her response. Like he needed her to affirm what this was doing to her ...
"You know you love it," he goaded. "Young Christina there knows it too. Don't you, sweetheart?" The flush-faced student was staring past Amanda right at him, still fingering her pussy. "This is how teacher loves to play. And you like that she does, don't you?" Christina couldn't manage an answer, but her eyes betrayed how much she was glorying in the moment. "I'm not done with you," he whispered in Amanda's ear. "You didn't give me your ass last time, but I'm damn well going to take it tonight."
He spanked, hard, as the thought reverberated in Amanda's mind. Christ, her ass would be destroyed by this man.
When he pulled out, emptying her of all that cock, she was bracing herself for a full-force anal plunge ... but it did not happen. Instead, he left her frigging herself, cunt yearning for what it had lost and the bikini hanging slack in her mouth. She spat it out and watched as he made for the aching schoolgirl.
Christina's gaze was fixed on his rearing phallus, glistening as it was with her teacher's hot juice. She reached out instinctively and touched it, running fingers from dome all the way down to bristling balls. It had already been down her throat, after all, so she ran her palm freely over its contours, jaw sagging in need and wonder.
"You've come a long way tonight, haven't you, sweetheart?" Gavin reached out and cradled her blond head in his hand, caressing her like a kitten. "Got in touch with what you really want. Found the woman you really desire to be."
She nodded, staring up past the cock she was fondling to his face.
God
, Amanda thought,
look at what he's made her. What they've both made her. And I've helped.
Gavin brought himself closer to the sexually blossomed schoolgirl and she took the prompt, gobbling his head and sucking luxuriously. Her fingers stroked up and down the shaft, as she pleasured him with no apparent hint of shame.
"That's it," he breathed, glancing at Amanda with a smile on his lips. "She's one apt pupil. You must be very proud."
Dirty bastard. You fucking dirty bastard.
She hated him and yet she wanted to bear witness to what she knew was coming next.
"Christina," he said, his voice hoarse but gentle, "would you like me to fuck you?"
The girl's eyes opened wide and her mouth paused, lips hovering at his glans.
"It's your choice, I'll not make you. I'll only do it if you tell me to."
"Uh-huh."
"Sorry?"
Christina's breath was shallow, but her response was unhesitant. "Yes. Yes, I want it. I want you to fuck me."
"Say it again." His voice hardened.
Damn you, she could be your fucking daughter ...
Amanda thought.
You can't resist hearing it one more time from the sweet young thing.
But she wished nonetheless she was Christina's age, so she could experience a moment like that all over again. Embrace womanhood in such a voluptuous fashion.
"Tell me," he commanded.
"I want you to fuck me." The girl was virtually sobbing. "I don't care how big it is, how big and how ... how hard, oh God ... I want you to put this cock inside me." She slithered her hand all over it. "Please."
He drew her face to his and kissed her, this man over twice her age, and she kissed deep in return. Then he climbed over her on the sofa and wrestled her into position so that he was spooning her, her soft buttocks nestling around the great slab of his dick. She looked to Amanda and there was fear in her eyes along with need.
"I thought my days of fucking hot teenagers were over," Gavin told the schoolteacher, as he slid his length slowly downwards into position and fitted it for the first stroke. "But tonight, all the rules are suspended. Besides, she's no girl—not this one. Shall I?"
Hell, you want my permission too?
But as Amanda looked into her trembling student's eyes, she enjoyed giving it. "Yes," she said, fingering her newly blossoming clit. "Fuck her."
She watched, and it was fabulous to see. The head of Gavin's spear parting Christina's swollen lips. The girl's eyes saucering as his shaft sank inexorably inside her. His arm belting her slim waist tightly, as he filled her up one slow inch at a time. The penetration was astonishing to witness.
"Ohhh ..." The high-pitched moan came from the very back of Christina's throat. Amanda could well imagine how Gavin's cock felt inside the girl's inexperienced cunt. Even the impressively hung Josh couldn't have prepared her for the explorations of this mighty pole. The surge and withdrawal, repeated over and over as the blonde's nether lips stretched wide around that evenly sawing shaft, was a hypnotic sight.
"God," Gavin sighed, his voice heavy with enjoyment, "this takes me back. The hot clutch of eighteen-year-old pussy. Now there's a fucking treat. How does it feel for you, Christina?"
"Ohhh ..." Once more it was all the schoolgirl could manage at first.
"Go on ... Tell teacher what it feels like." He thrust harder and teacher could guess.
"Oh God! Ohhh ... It fills me up! Miss, it's so big. So ... So ... Ohhhh!" Coherence went to hell as he grappled her hard and shafted powerfully, the girl's breasts undulating exquisitely on each impact.
You're fuller than you ever believed possible, sweetheart. Damn—you think he's fucking you hard? This is gentle by his standards. Look how mouth-watering you are with him ...
Amanda was strumming a furious accompaniment on her clit as she watched. She realised only gradually that Josh was looming above the sofa, enjoying the show along with her. His dick had returned to full hardness, and he'd doused it in lube once more to aid the regular stroking of his palm.
"Hope you don't mind me borrowing your date," Gavin said, as he slammed it to Christina.
"Be my guest," Josh replied, like he'd been given a choice. "Just as long as it's share and share alike." He clapped both hands to Amanda's ass and even in her aroused state she bridled at the indignity. The young guy needed no permission from his uncle, and he didn't wait for any.
"Come on, teacher. Time for some on-the-job training." He'd spun her about, flipped her on her back and spread her thighs before she could even think of objecting, his McClain-issue fuck-stick standing tall as he positioned her. Damn, she hoped she wouldn't flatter him by coming all over it when he stuck it in. He laughed in response to her scowl. "Well Miss Winter, got any sarcastic classroom comment before I fuck you?"
Christ, this boy needed slapping. "Cut the fucking crap," she said, "and do it."
He grinned like Santa had delivered the gift of his lifetime. "Anything you say Miss."