Back to School Special

I've seduced and screwed enough horny husbands in my time to realize vengeance is best attained on the most personal of levels. Armed with this knowledge, there would be no more "Professor this" or "Baby that." Sandy's head bobbing up and down in my hubby's crotch, while her husband's dick filled and refilled my rectum, told me time was running out.

Ignoring Sandy, I balanced my attention between Donny and Mark, as I reached back to fondle her husband's balls. "Oh GAWD Bill, I love your balls hitting my pussy," I declared and tightened my sphincter.

"B-Barb you're so fucking tight! I feel like I could explode!" The professor's rod expanded in me.

"Oh BILL, will you come in me? Will you fill my ass with your hot cum? Oh BILL!"

That seemed to get the bitch's attention, as Sandy stopped sucking and quickly got to her feet. Standing next to her man about to share his first ejaculation in (maybe) years with another woman, she was in a quandary of how to proceed. Bill's throbbing hardon slowed to a pronounced ramming speed. I sensed his impending explosion with every forceful thrust.

"OH GOD BILLY! Shoot it in me NOW! FUCK ME!" I screamed, feeling a warm surge of cum starting to line my dark channel.

"NO! NO! It's MINE! You fucking whore! IT'S MINE!" She yelled and with one mighty shove she separated us. Falling forward, nearly into Mark's open lap, I flipped over to watch Sandy quickly take her husband's spewing rod into her mouth. Observing Sandy feasting on the professor's cock like it was her last meal, I couldn't help but smile. Knowing she was consuming an equal amount of my ass residue was most gratifying.

Donny and Mark were quick to help me to my feet, as we watched two former lovers re-unite. "Oh GOD Baby; that's it! Don't stop Baby, it's all for you," the professor combed his fingers through Sandy's dark locks, as she continued to savor every bit of her true love's cum.

"I do believe little Sandy has finally met her match," whispered Mark, reaching down to scoop up one of my tits.

"Yep, my girl is definitely capable of incredible things," said Donny, reaching for my pussy, while starting to nibble on my other boob.

"So how 'bout it? Are you ready to deal with a couple more incredible things?" Mark asked, turning my face to his to deliver a brief open-mouthed kiss.

Breaking away from their dual seduction, I reached down for my clothes. "And you two traitors really think you deserve any part of my sweet ass, after all of that--get real!" I laughed, hooking up my bra.

"Awe come on Baby; you know we were just playing with her," Donny lamely submitted, tying to unhook me again.

"Yeah right; that looked like some pretty serious playing, if you ask me!" I glared and stepped into my panties. "Maybe you two can just take it out on the newlywed, how's that? Looks like our hostess will be a bit "busy" for a while," I smirked, watching Sandy leading her husband to the couch.

"Elizabeth would never go for anything like that," Mark stated, rather emphatically, as I punched my feet into my jean shorts.

"Silly boys; you should realize by now that any woman, with a totally fuckable body like Liz's, is capable of all sorts of surprises. You know, on second thought, maybe you two guys just need to go off and play with yourselves--take a shower or something. I'll go see about Liz."

Tucking their tails between their legs, they watched as I pulled my top on and left the room. Considering the fact that Mark's lady no longer showed up on any of the professor's monitors, I assumed she must be in some area without a surveillance camera. "Now where would I be, if I was married to a consummate voyeur?" I asked. Someplace where I could have my privacy, I surmised. Hell, I'd have my own bedroom. That's it!

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Double The Pleasure; Double The Fun

Recalling a rather femininely decorated room off the upstairs hallway, I quietly knocked on the door. When I heard a muffled "Y-yes," I knew my deductions had paid off. Opening the door, I was greeted to the sight of long blonde locks and a pair of wary eyes peering over the opulent covers of a large bedspread.

"Elizabeth, is that you hiding in there?" I asked closing and locking the door behind me.

Getting no response, I glanced at her discarded clothes on a chair, and made my way closer to the bed. Her hands trembled as they grasped the bedspread tight up under her nose. Recollecting how I first felt under the influence of the same drug, I sat down on the bed, and brushed away a few wet strands of hair from her forehead. "Are you okay?"

She shook her head no, but remained silent. "Are you tired? Is that why you laid down?" Again with slow head shakes. "Listen Honey, you're gonna have to tell me if something is wrong, if you want me to help," I said, pulling the plush blanket down below her chin.

"It was S-Sandy," Elizabeth slowly admitted. "She tried to...to..."

"She tried coming on to you?" I nodded. She nodded, relieved that it was me who said it, and not her.

"And what did you do?"

"I thought she was playing, ya know, so I tried to laugh it off."

"Go on," I said, smoothing her brow, as she settled down.

"When she took off my top and kissed my... my boobs I got really nervous."

"I understand, probably made your skin crawl," I added.

"YEAH, just like that, but kinda tingly too. I didn't know what to say to make her stop. I mean she was so forceful."

"So what did you do?" I asked, pulling my hand away.

"Oh please don't stop Barb; you have a comforting touch; not at all like Sandy."

I brought my hand back to smooth her strawberry blonde hair and urged her to continue.

"I just told her... I told her she wasn't my type. I think I pissed her off."

"That sounds like a decent non-offending way to put it. What makes you think she was pissed?"

"Well, she told me I had to stay in here and think about it for a while, and then she left."

"Yeah, she probably wanted the drug to have more time to take effect," I shook my head.

"DRUG, What drug?" Paranoid Elizabeth yelled.

"The same fucking drug she used on me, I'm afraid. It's called Ecstasy."

"Oh my God! Thank explains everything; I thought I was losing my mind!"

"Believe me, I know exactly how you feel! She slipped a pill or something into my drink a week or so ago. I got dizzy at first, then really horny. It's like I needed to touch and be touched all over. Jesus Christ, the things I let her do to me--yuk; and her perverted husband most likely video taped it all. Sorry Elizabeth, but I think your so-called friend and her husband are a pair of sick fucking voyeurs."

All through my little tirade, Mark's lovely wife patted and soothed my neck and arms. I knew her actions were due to the drug, but I didn't let it bother me. "Well at least you had someone to touch and stuff. I've been here all by myself with basically nothing for I don't know how long! And, please call me Liz," she said, squirming her body closer to me, as she ran her hand up over my boobs to massage my cheek.

"What do you mean "basically" Liz," I asked turning my face slightly to kiss the palm of her hand.

"Oh God, I'm so embarrassed; promise you won't tell Mark."

"It's okay, I promise," I answered, and watched as she lowered the thick blanket and sheet. She was completely naked with a familiar rubber cock lying on one side of her. Another plastic dildo, obviously mechanical, was imbedded deep in her pussy. Clearing my throat, I couldn't help but drink in her beautifully tanned body. "Liz Sweetheart, you have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. You're gorgeous!" I exclaimed, lightly running the palm of my hand over her broad chest and super hard nipples.

"Holy shit Barb that feels so good! Luckily I found those in that drawer, or I would have tried about anything. I think I've made myself come about 6 or 7 times, but I think I'm running low on batteries," she said, tugging at my top with both hands. Turning my torso to lean over her upper body, I let her pull off my top. "Just how long does this Ecstasy shit last?" She asked, while I reached between her legs for the dildo.

"I suppose it could be different for different people," I whispered, before teasing her lower lip with my tongue. That and the dildo sent a visible charge through her. Reaching around me, her eyes re-opened while she undid my bra. As she pulled it from between us, and my 34 double-d's met and meshed with her larger 38-e's, both of us let out a long sigh. "I guess until it wears off, we'll just have to make the best of it," I simmered and leaned in to give her a full-mouth kiss. For Liz that was a no-no she wasn't ready to accept. Her tight lips remained sealed, until she shook her face away from mine. "I'm sorry Liz; I just thought..."

"No, it's not you Barb. It's totally my hang-up. Please don't be upset!" She pleaded, as she softly stroked the sides of my tits.

"Don't be silly, I know it's all about cock, right?" I smiled and reached down to retrieve the long rubber dong. "Goodness gracious, now doesn't this look familiar," I said and leaned up to shove it between her huge boulders. "You know Liz, I probably should apologize..." I started, as I ran the rubber cock between her massive mounds.

"Oh you mean about sucking off Mark? I know all about that. That wasn't your fault. Hell, I would have probably done the same thing, if it was your husband's cock," she smiled.

"Don't laugh, you might still be confronted with that opportunity," I returned her smile, and lowered the phallus down her torso. She spread her legs wide and prodded me to use the rubber cock on her lightly trimmed pussy.

"GOD, I can't remember EVER being this horny! Oh SHIT!" She yelled.

"What's wrong Liz?"

"Shit, the batteries just died! Oh Barb, why couldn't you be a man? I need to be fucked; here give me that thing," Liz barked, as she yanked out the smaller useless device.

After we'd played a quick game of keep-away with the rubber cock, I got off the bed to strip out of my jean shorts and panties. With both of us bare-assed and horny, I climbed back into the bed and stood to spread my legs over her. Letting my actions speak louder than any words, I leaned down to tease her mouth with the cock. Staring up into my eyes, her mouth opened. Her tongue swirled in quick tiny circles around the head, while her hands gently caressed my calves and thighs. Pulling the lubricated dong from her mouth, I edged it up between the folds of my pussy, until the unit was halfway inside me. As quickly as I penetrated myself with it, I pulled it out, to offer her a taste of our combined juices. Surprisingly, she eagerly sucked and licked the glistening probe.

That was all the indication I needed to continue the seduction. Turning on one heel, I did a 180 to straddle over her, but this time I squatted down. Retrieving the wet cock from her mouth once again, I brought my knees to rest on either side of her head and felt her heavy breathing like a warm invisible blanket on my pussy. Watching her lower body writhing and undulating under me, I knew I must be the first female to be privy to such a wanton dance. Feeling the contours of her voluptuous form, she tingled all over with each touch. Digging her heels into the bed, her flat pelvis raised and locked in fervent anticipation. The time for teasing was over; I would not disappoint her.

I leaned forward and laced the inside of her labia with my tongue, and immediately felt her returning the favor to my slit. Both of us let out a shared moan. I ran the slick rubber cock from the tip of my tongue down and directly into her slit. When I sensed her mouth open wide in wonder, I shoved the cock and my tongue deeper into her. In one long plunge, I rammed the 8-inch pleasure plunger to its hilt. Her timely reaction was to completely bury her opened mouth in my snatch. It was my turn to gasp in delight, as her tongue and lips frantically probed and searched for my clit. She was by no means a pro at eating pussy, but what she lacked in experience she more than compensated for in enthusiasm. Before long we were riding and rolling each other to a series of high-velocity orgasms.

Somewhere during one particular roll, she ended up on top of me. With both of us huffing, like we'd just hit the 26-mile marker of a marathon, we took turns giggling. I think we were both on the verge of hyperventilating, when we heard a slight tapping on the door.

"Oh my GOD; who's that?" Liz shrieked and quickly rolled off of me, like we were a pair of indiscreet lovers caught in the headlights.

"Geez Liz, don't freak out. I'm sure it's probably just the guys."

"Oh no! Err, I mean OH YES!" She reconsidered, as she squirmed back into a sampling of her clothes.

I was content to lay back and slowly raise a bed sheet to cover my naked self, as she squeezed back into her top (without bra) and lace panties (without skirt). "Jesus Girl, just a few minutes ago you would have killed for a nice fat cock. Now look at you," I teased.

"God Barb, I know. I still need Mark's thing. I'm just..." she struggled.

"Your nerves are just peaking, Babe. Just settle down, take a deep breath, and let them in," I advised, as another door tap interrupted.

"THEM? Oh my God, you're right! You're husband is probably with him. Shouldn't you..." she fretted.

"Will you just stop, Liz and answer the door already? Donny could hardly give a shit how we look, at this point."

The buxom bride finally took a few deep breathes, did a quick primp in the vanity, and headed over to unlock the door. Both fully-clothed hubbies-in-waiting sauntered in, relocking the door behind them. Their still-wet hair told me they actually took my advice about cleaning up. They both appeared fresh and ready to frolic.

Like a deployed soldier's bride who'd gone without for two years, Liz simply dripped with sexual anxiety. She was all over Mark in a heartbeat. Pulling his clothes off, while trying to accomplish a sort of twisted striptease. All the while, her words rattled on and on about how Sandy had drugged her, and how hot and horny she was.

"Good Lord Barb, were you crazy-in-heat like that on that shit?" Donny smiled, standing at my bedside.

I shot him a quick wink and a smile, before kicking the pastel-colored bed sheet off of me. "Hell, I can't remember. I'm sure I wasn't far from it," I said, leaning up to unbuckle my husband's jeans.

"And this... what's this all about?" He asked, glancing at Liz's seduction of her husband.

"You have to ask? Well, fuck you then!" I yapped back, pouted and let go of his belt.

Pulling his shirt off, his jeans hit the floor. Stripping out of his shorts, he gazed back down at me and stroked his semi-erect cock. "I sorry... just playin' with ya Baby," he baby-talked me, as he inched closer to the bed.

I grabbed hold of his honker, to pull myself up. Reckoning we both might enjoy watching the Mark and Liz show, I openly jacked Donny's cock. By now Liz had the both of them completely stripped. With Mark flat on the floor, she greedily administered a rather sloppy mouth-to-cock resuscitation. Judging from the volume of Mark's grunts and moans, plus his opened-mouth expression of utter awe, I guessed this wasn't one of sweet Liz's typical blowjobs. Fast and furiously she worked on his well lathered, ten-inch beast, while I continued to stroke Donny's boner.

She kept a tight grip on Mark's dripping weapon, when she paused to catch her breath. Leaning up to urge him on, we distinctly heard her say, "So, do I suck as good as that bitch, hmm?" He vigorously nodded. She scrambled to her feet and planting a foot on either side of him, she squatted down over his lengthy torso. Still holding his cock, she slowly but deliberately impaled her ready pussy with it.

I looked up and gave Donny another sneaky wink, "Wanna have some fun?" He returned a smile, of course. Climbing out of bed, I motioned for Donny to join me, as we approached our horny roommates. Liz seemed oblivious to us, as we stood on either side of her. I grabbed a good chunk of her strawberry locks, catching her in mid-stride. Yanking her head back, I definitely got her attention. "And just WHO are you calling a bitch?" I blurted into her face.

"I, I... didn't mean anything by..." She tried to apologize, but only briefly halted fucking her husband, before resuming.

Keeping her head pulled back, I feigned being pissed with her comment. "After we made out like that, you call me names?"

"Hey you two, wh-what's going on?" Mark was able to eke out between body blows to his pelvis.

"I think you'd better let Mr. Gloryholer here know what you've been up to Liz," I urged and released my grip. Her eyes locked on mine, as I backed off. Standing next to her, my right hand soothed her hair and turned her face to my chest. Hoisting up one of my melons, I prodded her for a kiss. "See there Mark, your wife likes the taste of tit. What do ya think of that?" I stated, as Liz licked and sucked first one of my jugs, and then the other.

After the initial shock, Mark's reaction was more-or-less expected. His hands reached up to fondle and caress his wife's massive jugs, before finding his way to my boobs as well. "I think maybe I've died and gone to fucking heaven," Mark admitted.

Donny had remained uncharacteristically silent up until then. However, the sight of our two sets of bra-busting globes being manhandled was too much for him to pass up. Releasing his hold on his cock, his hands joined in our communal foreplay. Before long we were all smiles and the entire exercise could have easily turned into horseplay, if it hadn't been for Liz. She was obviously on fire and needed to be seriously fucked. That fact became increasingly evident; when sometime during our boob barrage she turned from my side to service my hubby.

My husband has a casual way of making even the most extreme things seem commonplace. When Liz passionately took Donny's cock in her mouth, I honestly didn't give it a second thought. Mark however, was certainly not expecting it. I could see by his stern expression, her actions certainly did not compute with his perceptions of her. I decided perhaps a diversion was in order, and moved around to kneel facing her, with his head resting between my thighs.

"Still think you've died and gone to heaven?" I asked, soothing his face from above, while his buxom wife continued bouncing up and down on his rigid tool.

"Perhaps heaven was more a subjective depiction," he warily half-smiled.

"God, you teacher-types are always so clinical. Here, why don't you eat my pussy," I posed rhetorically, as I stretched forward to give his face total access to my blonde bush.

Mark was only too eager to comply with my wishes. Lined up doggy style over him, I felt his hands gripping my tits, as his mouth clamped on to my snatch. My advantageous position offered me an up-close-and-personal view of his wife's cock-filled pussy. Although she seemed to be on autopilot, rhythmically sucking and fucking both guys, I figured a little extra stimulation was worth a try. Gripping Mark's shaft between strokes, I edged my tongue just inside her slit. If she had been on fire before, now she was a five-alarm blaze.

"Oh FUCK -- FUCK -- FUCK!" I heard her yells from above, while her free hand grasped my hair. "OH GOD; FUCK ME... MORE! Oh GOD, I need MORE!" She pleaded, as her pelvis slammed down harder and faster like some lurid drill press on Mark's cock and my face.

Fearing she might miss and totally squash my face, I jerked up and away from her grasp. Mark's tongue on my clit was so close to taking me to another orgasm, but I sensed something bigger brewing. Plain and simple, Liz was comparable to a volcano about to blow, if the conditions were just right. Edging myself from Mark's talented tongue, I moved myself down his long torso. I reached down to finger her clit, as I had done with my tongue. Smashing my body tight against her hot perspiring flesh, our tits soon melted into two perfect sets of well-greased boulders fighting each other.