Teacher and student Mandy and Christina have been blackmailed into providing entertainment for uncle and nephew Gavin and Josh McClain. Josh has been working hard to impress his uncle by taking full charge of both women. But his inventiveness in that regard is far from exhausted...
Christ, he has me fucking a damned cucumber!
In the midst of her erotic haze, Amanda added to her list of reasons why this cocky youngster deserved her wrath. But she kept moving on the cucumber, not least because her sexy schoolgirl charge was on the other end, sweaty and bedraggled with mascara-smeared cheeks.
Good God, what a hot slutty mess that girl's become. It's a really good look for her.
She had recovered from Gavin's face-fucking barrage in time to witness some weirdly tender interlude between Christina and her blackmailer. Now that Uncle Gav was paying attention, however, the moment had passed, and Josh was reasserting his mastery of the situation.
"Okay girls," he said, his cock bobbing above them along with that of his older relative. (Did these guys never get soft?) "Get off the cuke. It's served its purpose."
She looked to Christina, who seemed suddenly abashed to be sharing a salad ingredient in such fashion with her teacher. Together they eased off the fat green pole. It plopped free of the schoolgirl's pussy first and Josh withdrew the other end from Amanda before it could tumble onto the sofa. His teeth crunched into one end, then the other, and he chewed—quite literally Amanda thought—with relish. "Tangy," he said, face alive with his own badness. "I should prepare it this way at the restaurant." He tossed the edible dildo aside, Gavin exhibiting amusement at his nephew's brio. "But it's not right for the task. We need something with a bit more give."
He crouched down and delved into his backpack treasure trove. "Now this," he said, tugging at one of the items within, "will serve the purpose much better—don't you think?"
It wobbled as he wielded it in front of hers and Christina's gaze—a jelly staff with a bulging synthetic cockhead on each end. Around a foot and a half in length, the big pink snake had ample room to accommodate them both. "Fresh out of the packaging today," he assured, plucking a second bottle of lubricant from his bag, flipping the cap and drizzling it all over the gently swaying length. "Plenty for you girls to enjoy. What say you both get on the floor and try it out while we watch?"
Gavin was stepping back, Amanda observed, glad to let his nephew have centre stage; the older bastard giving room to the younger—how very nurturing. Josh proffered the jiggling plaything. "You can keep it after," he said. "My gift to you—share it week about if you like or have a bonding session on it together. Now get those naked asses down here and climb on board. We all know you want to try it out."
Amanda's glare was of the inner variety only; she was striving to deny him the satisfaction of looking pissed anymore. She took the lube-slippery length and massaged it to an even sheen, eyeing Christina as she did so. Mortification had crept back onto the schoolgirl's face, but she obeyed meekly when her teacher beckoned, a look of understanding in her eyes. "Come on, sweetie, what's left to be shy about? The boys want some more entertainment."
Together they climbed down onto the throw-rug, thighs spread in mirror-image to each other, feet tangling. Amanda fitted her end first. Damn—if anything this beast was thicker than the cucumber, but it was also more malleable under the instant clutch of her pussy. She fed it deep into the ready suck of her hole—so good—and invited her student to join her on it. This time Christina did not hesitate. The girl was back on script, prising her already well-worked pussy lips apart with the head and sliding herself onto it, a needy sob escaping her throat as she self-impaled. The voyeuristic pleasure of the guys was galling, but Amanda still could not help her own thrill at the sight of the young student slotting her cunt onto the same dildo as herself. The teenager's legs had anchored themselves against Amanda's and the rest of her body was stretched out in all its loveliness, tits crested with those mouth-wateringly rigid peaks. That schoolgirl gaze rested on the stretch of gel shaft linking her with her teacher and fellow performer.
"Shit, that's one pair of tight-stretched cunts."
Josh's commentary riled, as did his uncle's rejoinder. "Cunts dripping for cock—it's only fair that we supply, am I right?"
"
Fucking
right."
"Ignore them," Amanda said, her words arresting Christina's gaze. "We've got this cock. We don't need theirs."
"How ... How do we do this?" Christina was shifting on it tentatively, trying to work out the procedure.
"You follow me. I've done it before, baby."
Amanda levered with her elbows and pressed with the soles of her feet, raising her ass off the rug. Instantly her student followed suit. Their movement on the dildo began cautiously as Christina picked up the rhythm. It was mere seconds, however, before they were grinding on the flexi-pole in rhythmic union, sliding together and pulling apart, using their joint motion to screw themselves properly on its ends.
Christ—the sixth-former's inner freak had resurfaced quickly. Fuck-fever had taken her completely, rendering all morals and taboos obsolete in that moment. She leaned into the rug and humped that dildo with abandon once they'd mastered the technique together, staring sweaty faced at where their pussies were swallowing it up. The student and her teacher-crush were united in the filthy task. No wonder the girl was so mind-blown.
Josh continued to revel in that element of the night's proceedings. "Shit," he growled, as he worked over his stiffness with further lube. "This is a damned masterclass. You two should put on a display for the other students—fuck each other on the teacher's desk with all Christina's classmates watching."
"We're concentrating on
this
