“What do you think I want?” I patted Ms. Brown’s bobbing head somewhat patronisingly. As ever her sweet lips felt unutterably fabulous as they slid up down my shaft metronomically.
“Oh fuck,” she sighed.
“I know you don’t normally go for men…” I began.
“Oh, I’ve had plenty of men in the past,” she interrupted fierily, “I just haven’t had a boy like you.”
I smiled at her defiance. “On the plus side, you get to do what you want to Ms. Brown,” I offered. Ms. Brown moaned in protest around my cock but I held her head down.
“How exactly did she get into this?”
“Well, as luck would have it I managed to get a few pictures of giving head to the Head,”
“Oh, my god, Sally. You sucked Andy’s cock? Why?” she asked in disgust.
“Answer her,” I ordered.
Ms. Brown’s mouth pulled of my cock with a pop. She kept masturbating me as she answered. “He suggested that it would be the only way I could get the Head of English position. I just wanted to, er, boost my career a bit; I didn’t think it would do any harm,” she blubbed.
“You slut!” Ms. Taylor accused. “And now because of that you’ve entangled me in this. I really thought you liked me. I didn’t realise you were just a stupid whore.”
“Now, now, ladies,” I said. “You two are going to be working very closely soon. You’re going to have to get on.” I pushed Ms. Brown’s head back onto me as I continued. “Ms. Taylor, why don’t you get rid of that dress and come over here.
Her eyes still gave away her anger as she stood and discarded the dress. She strode over to me defiantly almost if she was issuing me a challenge me in some way. I was happy to rise to it.
Her body was implausibly gorgeous. She was taller than Ms. Brown and with longer legs, smooth and brown and elegant. As I’ve already mentioned her arse was faultless: toned and peachy, beyond meaningful description.
Her breasts weren’t quite as large as Ms. Brown’s but were still an amazing handful. Her nipples were very dark and quite small and sat high on her firm tits.
She let out an involuntary moan as I gently pinched them but remained remarkably stoical as I stroked her smooth brown skin. I pulled her down on the sofa next to me as Ms. Brown’s head sped up its pneumatic bobbing.
I kissed her neck and breasts until I was sucking on her glorious nipples. They stiffened promptly as my tongue swirled around them. She sighed slightly in response.
“That’s not so bad is it, Ms. Taylor?” I teased.
“Just get on with it, Jake,” she replied evenly.
I reached down to her knickers and pulled them awkwardly down over her legs. I pushed her back and she let her legs fall open casually.
Her pussy lips were puffy and dark and still very wet to the touch after her encounter with Ms. Brown and she smelt fragrant and spicy. I twisted so that I could reach her cunt without my cock leaving Ms. Brown’s warm wet mouth.
She tasted different to Ms. Brown but still delicious, a stronger sweeter flavour. I licked up and down her lips and gently sucked on her clit. She moaned melodiously as I inserted two fingers into her and planted tiny kisses on the tops of her inner thighs. Gradually, I began to move my fingers in and out and flicked my tongue over the top of her lips. As I sped up, she groaned more loudly.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh yes,” she sighed despite her hostility. I smiled to myself as I sucked her lips harder while Ms. Brown continued to bob and suck on me.
The noise she made when she eventually came was a surprisingly low moan. Her thighs tightened around my ears and she lifted her hips off the sofa convulsively.
I lifted my head and gave her a smile. She looked back at me coolly but with perhaps a hint of amusement in her eyes.
“How was that?” I enquired with a smirk.
She raised an eyebrow. “I’ve had better,” she replied. My smile broadened. I really liked her attitude.
“My turn now, Ms. Taylor,” I said as I pulled my cock out of Ms. Brown’s mouth and stood up. I put my arms under Ms. Taylor’s legs and heaved her hips up so that my cock was positioned at her sopping wet pussy.
She maintained eye contact as I slid all the way into her tight hot cunt. “Is that nice?” I asked throatily,
She looked up at me and nodded a yes as I began to fuck her.
She was different to Ms. Brown, much more athletic and even more responsive to my thrusts, despite her initial hostility. She looked up at Ms. Brown who had sat down next to us to watch our coupling with an appalled expression.
“I want her to suck my tits,” Ms. Taylor said. What a great idea, I thought to myself.
“You heard her,” I said out loud.
“But…” Ms. Brown’s protest ran out of steam before she compliantly knelt beside the sofa and began kissing Ms. Taylor’s fantastic left boob.
“Oh, yes,” Ms. Taylor groaned as she held her head to her bosom.
“Let me see,” I commanded and Ms. Brown obediently turned her head so I could see her pretty tongue almost enthusiastically flick over Ms. Taylor’s bullet-hard nipples.
It was difficult to believe that only a few short weeks before I’d been a sad geeky virgin who’s only sexual solace was my own right hand. And now I had fucked and was fucking the two most beautiful women in school, possibly the two most beautiful women I’d ever met.
Ms. Brown’s sterling work on both her nipples and my unrelenting fucking were obviously having a very positive effect on Ms. Taylor who was arching her back and pushing her hips up in unmitigated pleasure.
It didn’t take long for me to begin to feel the familiar sensation of my own imminent orgasm so I slowed down before regretfully withdrawing from her. I wanted this to last a lot longer.
“Turn over,” I ordered her.
I marvelled at her superb bum and I couldn’t help but wonder if she took it up the butt. Somehow I doubted it — maybe it was question to be answered another time. Instead, she grunted as I entered her cunt roughly from behind; she obviously liked the position as she began avidly driving her arse back onto me as I shagged her.
“Lick my balls,” I ordered Ms. Brown who meekly lay down on the sofa under me and began sucking on my scrotum. Could life get any better than this?
After a few more minutes of happy groaning and fervent thrusting, Ms. Taylor came again spectacularly with another agreeable screech, pushing her butt so hard back against me that her pussy rubbed back over Ms. Brown’s face and elicited a squawk of protest.
I was also close but I needed to see one more thing before I could let myself go.
“Lie back, Ms, Taylor, please,” I asked politely.
She rolled over, giving me a thoughtful amused smile before purposefully opening her long legs for me, no doubt expecting me to slide my cock into her again. But instead I pushed Ms. Brown forward.
“Lick her pussy, Ms. Brown.”
“Oh no. I can’t!” she whined.
Ms. Taylor looked down at her contemptuously. “Oh, so it’s OK for me to lick you, is it? Just not the other way round?” she asked as her long fingers played with her own clit.