All sexual activity is with characters 18 years of age or older.
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31-year-old Jon Danforth exited his apartment and almost bumped into his next-door neighbor, a voluptuous single mother. "Oh, sorry, Ms. Bellows."
"Noreen, Jon," she reminded him with a blush and a tuck of her shoulder-length auburn hair behind one ear.
With her 18-year-old daughter, he figured the attractive woman was at least 37. "Right, right...sorry, I teach your daughter, so..."
She nodded in understanding, heading back to her own door. "You're running a little late...I just walked Monica down."
"Yeah, hit snooze a few too many times. Gotta dash..." Then his phone made an odd chime and he looked at it. There was a colorful, stylized K logo and a notification: *Money Shot*. What in the world?
Noreen looked at her phone as well, then her face blazed as she looked back up at him. "Uh, I won't keep you." A moment later, she was back inside her own apartment.
Not having any time to figure out what was going on with his phone, Jon set it to silent and strode off to school, arriving 15 minutes later and getting to his classroom just in time for the bell. "Phew! Okay, class, turn to page 187..." He observed his senior class as they followed his instruction, but felt the weight of the female students' eyes upon him when they glanced up from their books...their gazes seemed strange...pointed...predatory? He looked over at Monica Bellows near the back, the pretty, auburn-haired neighbor girl looking so much like her mother, though slimmer, with C-cup breasts pushing out her traditional school uniform top instead of her mother's D-cups. He winced, chastising himself for evaluating his student's body.
When the next bell rang, he wished his students a good rest of their day and sat down at his desk to chow down on a protein bar.
"Mr. Danforth?"
He turned to see one of his other female students standing there, the brown-haired girl's hands behind her back as she leaned forward, exaggerating her cleavage, which he figured was a B, maybe C-cup.
"Hazel? Uh, how can I help you?"
"Was going to grab a snack from the machine, but I'm a little short." She shook her phone and tucked it into the pocket of her skirt.
"I'm sorry, but I don't lend money to students."
She knelt between his legs. "It's okay, I just need the Money Shot."
He stared at the pretty girl as she unzipped his trousers. "Uh, Hazel?!"
"Oh, it's nice..." she murmured as his thick, suddenly-hard six-incher slipped out and she engulfed it with her hot mouth.
"Ah fuck..." He wondered why he wasn't stopping her, but it felt incredible. Whatever experience or natural-born skill this 18-year-old student had, she was a magnificent cocksucker.
"Hey Jon, are you--?" The door swung open to reveal Mr. Hannigan, one of the other teachers. "Oop, sorry...I see you're helping a student...I'll come back." He closed the door behind.
Jon blinked. Hadn't the man seen Hazel on her knees, making love to her teacher's cock with her mouth? Maybe the angle hadn't been right to see the whole thing, but why else would she be bobbing her head in his lap?
"Mmm..." Hazel moaned as she sucked some of her teacher's precum down her throat. Then she moved one hand to lightly squeeze his testicles as the other jacked at the lower half of his shaft while her mouth hoovered the top.
"Ohh...I'm gonna..."
"Mmhm!" she hummed around his cock head and intensified her ministrations.
"OHH!" He came into his student's sucking mouth.
"Mmm!" she moaned as she gulped his thick load down. When he'd stopped shaking, she pulled her lips off with a smack and checked her phone. "Thanks, Mr. D!" She got up and strode out, wiping her lips as she went.
"Um...you're welcome?" He'd hit his snooze button too many times that morning...was he still dreaming?
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At lunch, he went into the washroom to pee, but as he was washing his hands, the door opened and two female students walked in.
"There he is!" The first of them was Aimee, a topheavy blonde with twintails and a cute birthmark on her upper lip. She was pulling another girl, likewise blonde, but with a single ponytail and a pear-shaped form under her school uniform, behind her.
"Girls! This is the men's room!"
"Where else would we find you, mister man?" Aimee responded before directing him into a toilet stall. He flopped onto the seat as the forceful young woman unfastened his pants and pulled them down, revealing his revitalized thickness. "See, ready to go! C'mon, Stella." She gestured to her companion, who stared at the teacher's vertical rod.
"I...I dunno, Aimee..."
"Ugh, it's easy...look, I'll show you..." Aimee extracted a condom from her pocket and rolled it down her teacher's turgid member, then turned away from him to pull off her skirt and panties before lining herself up. "Unf," she sighed as a couple inches went inside her wet pussy.
Jon's head felt stuffed with cotton. First the blowjob that morning, and now sex with a student? He hadn't fucked anyone in the three years since being assigned to this school, he'd been so busy, and it felt incredible!
Aimee sighed as she managed to get his entire length inside her before starting to bounce upon him. "See? Feels real good..."
"Really good," he corrected her.
"Yes, thanks, Mr. D," she responded with an eye roll. "You can play with your clit to make it feel even better." She did so.
Stella came closer to get a better look. "I can't believe it fits."
"Unghf...he's a bit thicker than my boyfriend, but your kitty stretches, y'know. Damn, this is nice, teach. You gonna cum soon?"
"Um...yeah..."
"Kewl." The boobiferous young woman moved faster upon him. "C'mon..."
"Ugh..."
"Yeah..." Her fingers were a blur on her clit now.
"UGH!"
"There he goes! Oh fuuuck, I'm cumming too! He's...ugh...throbbing inside...wowww..."
When they'd both stopped shaking, Aimee carefully pulled off and extracted the condom, after which she upturned it into her mouth and gulped the contents down. "Yum! Can you get it up again for my cousin, teach? Oh, it didn't go down." She checked her phone. "Ha, got a bonus for swallowing. Your turn, Stel...pull off your panties...no, you don't have to take off the skirt if you're shy...turn around. Lemme help..." She reached down to line up the inexperienced girl's private parts with the older man's.
"But...condom?" the shy girl asked as she felt the tip of her teacher's wet dick nestle itself between her vaginal lips.
"Sorry, only had the one," Aimee informed her as she pushed down on her cousin's shoulders.
"Aimeeee!" Stella screeched as her maidenhood tore asunder.
"Sorry, had to do it, cuz...better it goes quick. Now just sit there and get used to it. Hey, can you rub her clit, teach?"
