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."