When I got home that day, the door opened to a surprisingly normal scene. The smell of dinner in the air (smelled like curry, which very much did not mind), Lucy and Lilly seated on the couch with our newest candidate, deep in conversation. They all looked up at me as one as I stepped inside. "I'm guessing you have all been talking about our conversation from earlier."
Lucy fixed me with an absolute deadpan look. "Nah, the weather was just unusually sunny and we debated it for three hours."
"Glad you can be inspired by nature, then." We all grinned a bit. We all needed it. "Layla. I'm assuming that they told you at least roughly how tonight is going to go?"
She seemed nervous. "Yeah, and tomorrow. I'll be back at work, so that energy rush is going to go into my paycheck."
"Good to hear. Let's get some food into us, and we can get started. It's going to be a lot, Layla. It's going to feel overwhelming."
"Lilly showed me a picture of you nude, you're not lying." I guess THAT was inevitable, huh?
"That, too." I was grinning to myself. Although vanity was not quite my besetting sin, the fact that the monster between my legs was big enough to be accused of being a prosthetic when pictures surfaced always gave the family giggles when it wasn't giving them moans of overwhelming pleasure. Dinner itself was delicious, but none of our minds were on it. There was an event to come.
Before long, I had Layla with me in the guest bedroom. She seemed both curious and slightly irritated at my need to take pictures of her from all angles. Without too much debate, she was the least attractive woman I'd ever had in this situation. Her skin was oily, dotted here and there with acne alongside her freckles from working with cooking oils. Her movements were awkward, her body soft and saggy despite her relative youth. She had little in the way of breast or behind to speak of despite her weight, too much cellulite, and no real advantage in the face department. In short, what I was taking pictures of was effectively not on the list for who she was.
Thankfully, that body concealed a brain that was razor-sharp and perceptive. Though we had not known her very long, she was fitting in well with the family. When I laid her down on the guest bed, she was already settling into position to make what I was about to do easier. With some assistance from a light lotion, I dug into her stressed muscles. My hands felt around her to seek out points of pain, and found many of them. It was like she had never really taken care of herself. Like this was the first time in years (if not ever) that she had gotten a massage. I was nowhere near any of the pressure points I'd soon be hunting, and she was still moaning and writhing under my ministrations like I was using every trick in the book.
When I finally came to the first real power, the point in the middle of the back, just at the dip of the spine before the rise towards the shoulders, it gave way nearly instantly. Layla came, suddenly and strongly, unable to hold back her scream of pleasure. Probably unwilling to. Knowing what was coming next, I had already removed my belt before starting. When she immediately scrambled towards me and reached for my pants, nothing was stopping her from getting it out of her way.
The enormous length of my shaft was unleashed in full force, giving her pause even in her lust-addled state. "I know I saw pictures, but this is ridiculous!" Her hands would not nearly fit around it as she stroked my length. It felt like she'd done this before... but not too terribly often. While what she was doing felt nice, it wasn't going to bring either of us anywhere close to finishing any time soon. Gently, I laid her down on her back. Also as gently as I could, I got myself into position and pushed myself into her waiting and willing depths.
Despite all the care I could bring, her pleasure was mixed with a significant portion of pain as I bottomed out in her well before I got halfway in. "Holy heck, I'm so full! I feel like you're going to rip me in two! Keep it going, just do me!"
Slowly, in and out, I gently and carefully stuffed her completely silly. Over and over, I had to hold back and feel where I was going so that I didn't hurt her for real. In turn, she came for me repeatedly, so often that she eventually just passed out in a splayed-out mess on the bed. I was... nowhere close to done, but I wasn't about to continue with an unconscious woman. Couldn't really get her pajamas on her, but the blanket would be enough.
Still rock-hard, I walked out of the room to find my wife and our girlfriend waiting, and this time they didn't have to hide what they were. Lucy was over six and a half feet of amazonian glory, Lilly was exaggeratedly curvy perfection, and after one glance at my current state they dragged me off to our own bedroom to give me some relief. This time, Lilly practiced what Lucy had taught her, growing until I was literally resting on top of her, all pillowy firm softness. Lucy mounted me, sinking me all the way into her as she rode me into that softness, the two together surrounding me in bliss. It did not take them long until I was cumming wildly out of control, spraying in and on them until I was fully satisfied. It took us longer to clean up afterwards, but sleep was quick to follow.
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Thursdays were an early one for me that semester, so I was up and out the door before anyone else in the house was moving. No help getting put together for the day, no quickie in the shower, just brew some coffee and get moving. Then again, traffic in the morning was much easier to get through, so there were advantages to it. The sun was just rising as I pulled into the faculty parking lot. Though I had an early class, today was a day I would not need to be too terribly active due to a planned test. It meant that I'd be able to use my personal laptop to get some planning done. Planning that had precious little to do with my plans for the students this semester.
I had to look up options. Reserves. What the bank accounts looked like, what my pension looked like, if I could cash out, or get an early retirement. Maybe get a remote instruction position to coast out the last bit. Some likely RVs that could fit the four of us, ways to ensure my internet connection as we traveled. No individual detail was really difficult, but there were a lot of them and they were all important... and all of them were in a hurry.
The students left, often shaking their heads over the rather infamously tricky coding tests I was known for giving. That gave me about thirty minutes to do the really critical part. Overlaying the pressure point map onto the photos I'd taken of Layla was not exactly difficult anymore, given how often I'd done it now. Still needed to have some care about it. I didn't want any mistakes happening with this process, not when I might not get another chance at it for her.
A knock at the door reminded me to glance at the clock. It was still a few minutes early, but this class coming up had some students that liked to arrive early. I shut down the computer and closed the screen, pulling up the official school one before heading over to the door. The second I unlocked it, someone VERY quickly slipped in. Unexpectedly, not a student. Lilly was there, quickly moving over to the relatively large, solid desk I sat at.
"Lilly? Is anything wrong?"
She shook her head. "Nothing too bad. Lucy and I are having to burn through a lot of our reserves getting things done today, so I really need to recharge."
"What do you need me to do?"
"Are you able to teach next period while sitting at that desk? Like... without walking around?"
I considered the question. "Usually not, but I think I can today."
"Perfect." She walked over to it, her body shrinking down slightly as she ducked under it, out of sight of the students. "An hour should be plenty, especially if your new face and form are inspiring what we think they are."
What she meant was abundantly clear, and doing the class without getting up and walking was the least of my challenges. Once the students had filed in and collected their test sheets, sitting down to get to their efforts, Lilly reached forward and silently unzipped the front of my pants. A deft tweak let my dick free, though still hidden behind the desk, and took it into her mouth to start sucking. The feeling was... amazing. The spice of the novel location, combined with the sure knowledge that her reflexes and speed meant we'd almost certainly never be actually caught, gave a new and wild rush. She was taking her time, no rush. She wasn't trying to bring me to an immediate orgasm, she was worshiping the mighty shaft in her mouth as she ritually gathered power from the room. It was like all of the mystic sustenance she craved was flowing through my balls for her.
When the last student left, closing the door behind her at my request, Lilly stopped the slow worship she had been at for nearly an hour. Diving in, swallowing me down, and setting me off in seconds. I came, and in doing so I came to realize something. No matter who you are, an hour of edging and slow pleasure will absolutely make the next orgasm dwarf what you normally think of as "good times." I nearly blacked out from the minutes-long stream of bliss that shot from me, to be eagerly slurped down by my outrageously sexy girlfriend.
I was sweating and panting when she emerged, a smile on her face like the sun rising. She thanked me for the charge, looked around, and slipped out. It would take me some moments more before I could catch my breath and get ready for my last class of the day. I did remember to check and make sure my pants were back on properly, though. I even remembered to do so before that class came in.
After that class was released, I found that I had a response in my email inbox already. The Dean had heard that I was leaving, and wanted to talk to me. Quickly. It came with a calendar reminder for Friday, during a time I'd otherwise have had to go off to a meeting. The tone of it was one of concern, and from the looks of it a fair bit of the worry was directed at staffing the school itself. You know, maybe that would work out to my favor, but for now I had to get home.
Traffic was forgettable. What was less so was the impression I got upon arriving home. There wasn't any smell of food in the air, which was unusual by itself, and I didn't see Lilly anywhere. Instead, Lucy was on the couch with Layla, who in turn was sporting her work uniform and a collection of bruises on her visible arms and face. "What the heck happened? Are you ladies alright?"
