When Kasey sensed I was close to cumming, she shoved her mom’s face into my pubes and held her in place.
Mrs. Williams sucked & swallowed – and my semen started hemorrhaging from my body via my penis.
Kasey stepped back and pinched her mother’s left tit as she sucked the last droplets from the head of my cock before standing in front of me.
My former teacher threw her arms around me and kissed me hard, groping my semi-flaccid cock. She turned, took Kasey’s face in her hands, kissed her on the mouth – and – based on the look on Kasey’s face – transferred that last drop of my semen into my bride’s mouth.
She swirled it around, tasting it, and then giggled at her mother.
“You’re wicked,” she laughed.
“I loved it,” her mom said, “but you could’ve asked.”
Kasey wrapped her in a hug, “Sorry.”
“… and, I will try,” her mother continued, “not to hump your husband’s bulge in public.”
Kasey nodded, smiling at the thought of the dress-shop employee’s quick departure.
“I love you, baby,” Mrs. Williams gushed. “I am so happy.” She looked at me, still holding her daughter. “So happy.”
I wrapped both of them in a hug.
“Mother,” Kasey stage-whispered, “some naked man is …” She couldn’t even finish. They both just started laughing.
I decided that was my cue to get dressed – and donned the monkey-suit – as the two of them made themselves presentable for our waiting public.
Either everyone in the seating area was a good actor – or none of them had heard anything that had happened in the dressing-room – because nobody looked askance at our delayed arrival.
The girls checked the guys over and then the three of us headed back to the rooms – to put everything back on the hangars – and change back into our regular clothes.
A few minutes later, we returned with our tuxes – where the employees threw clear, protective bags over them, and rang us up.
We said good-bye to the others and loaded into my car.
Mrs. Williams said she felt like tacos and we headed to my favorite food truck. As we waited for the chef to do his work, my mother-in-law drank a fourth of her Jarritos and handed the bottle to me. I visited the truck, once more, to get it upgraded – and then returned it to her – earning myself a kiss.
Once we had eaten, I took my lady lovers home. We laughed as we turned onto Mulberry and saw a police cruiser and a tow-truck. Mrs. Jordan waved from her yard as I walked them to the door.
I was surprised not to be invited in for “dessert” but – after hugs & kisses – I was on my way home.
~~~ Tuesday ~~~
Tuesday morning came and went without a pre-dawn text from my future bride. I woke refreshed and rejuvenated.
It was hard to imagine that I would be married four days from then.
I ran some errands and picked up the groceries mom had on the list on the fridge.
Before I knew it, I had a text from Kasey – and I realized she’d been out of Cheer Camp for an hour or so.
She told me to put on a pair of blue jeans, a button-up shirt, and a tie – and meet her at the school – in the lot we’d parked in on Sunday.
When I arrived, Kasey used her mom’s keys to get us inside once more. She kissed me, took me by the hand, and led me to her mother’s room – where she unlocked the door.
She had me stand in front of her mom’s desk – and then sit back on the front of it.
“We’re going to do a little roleplaying,” she said, grinning at me.
“Okay …” I said, cautiously.
“You are the Science teacher. Today, you are on detention duty. Do not leave this room. I’ll be back to check on you.”
With that, she walked to the entry, lowered the blind, and exited the room – locking the door behind her.
Her footsteps headed down the hall. I thought I heard her talking to someone – but I couldn’t be sure – because somebody else was in the room with me.
I realized there was a divider at the back of the classroom when I heard the sounds of hard, leather shoes on the dusty classroom floor.
The shoes that appeared out from behind that divider were glossy-black – so shiny that you could see your reflection in them – and buckled onto stocking-clad feet.
Her feet, calves, knees, and thighs – the majority of her luscious, long legs – were encased in a pair of pure-white, frilly, thigh-high stockings that made those legs seem even longer.
There was about a foot of naked skin between the tops of the gauzy, sensuous stockings and the classic red student’s skirt – plaited with thin strips of black, white, and gray.
Above the sexy, short skirt her taut, tanned midriff was bare – the indention of her cute little belly-button just asking to be teased with a tongue-tip.
Her thin, white, short-sleeved dress shirt was tied off – Daisy Duke style – just below her lacey black push-up bra.
The see-thru shirt did little to hide the lacey bra – or the tanned titties they buoyed – especially since none of the buttons were fastened – the knotted shirt underscoring – and highlighting – her glorious globes.
Those motherly breasts – usually eye-catching without assistance – stood out like a neon sign as the bra lifted them up for the whole world to admire.
Flanking her sumptuous neck were two pigtails – the braids held tight with hot-pink ties that matched her heavily-glossed lips.
Her youthful, beautiful face had just enough makeup to turn her optical organs into the flirtatious eyes of a naughty schoolgirl.
Mrs. Williams twisted her hands together – in front of her body – like she was trying to hide her near-nakedness – but then spun around – the cheeks of her ass peeking out of the bottom of her short, red skirt.
I moaned in anticipation.
She was the perfect vision of every schoolboy’s dream of the hottest classmate imaginable – dressed like a slut on Halloween.
Her hips swayed as she strutted down the center aisle.
My eyes were nearly bugging out – trying to figure out if she had any panties on at all.
She slid into the seat of the front-row desk – her dangerous skirt riding up her mouth-watering thighs.
I was transfixed. I needed to know. Did she have panties on? Were they lacey – and black – like her bra? Were they frilly and white – like her stockings? Or was her naughty gash unprotected from hostile invaders?
I realized I hadn’t looked into her eyes – my gaze unmoving from her shadowed slit – but I was immobilized. I swallowed the lump in my throat.
Her knees eased apart but it was too dark to see clearly …
Her fingers – the nails painted in pastels – like Easter candy – my mouth watering with the thought of the sweet flavor – were playing with the hem of her sexy skirt. So close …
She cleared her throat.
I looked up – into her eyes – those doe eyes – that dropped to my bulging crotch. She leaned her head forward, slightly, and licked her lips.
Her fingers teased the hem of her skirt once more and I was a moth to the flame.
Her knees spread wider…
The skirt raised higher …
… and the gauzy, white garment – cupping her cunt – came into view.
Her engorged labia – pink from being recently abused – were easily visible through the veil-thin material of her panties.
She slowly eased her knees together slightly – and back apart once more – playing with the hem of her skirt – needlessly lifting the edge even higher – revealing a little more of her sexy undies – which showcased her succulent slit.