Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
Freezeframe six.Been a while, hasn’t it? But like I said, once things got going, it would have been crass to interrupt these three. And in a spirit of full disclosure the action isn’t literally frozen at this point. No need. Jed is still laid out on the bed like a first aid mannequin, waiting for lust’s resuscitation. The girls meanwhile are tonguing traces of cum from each other’s lips once more, eyeing the man who’s just fucked the last of the schoolgirl out of their teenage selves. Sure, their debaucher might rise again like Michael Myers in a Halloween chapter’s inevitable final twist; but like girl-pals watching from their cinema seats, they’ll shiver and squeal in delicious fright, rather than run scared. Thing is, they’re in the frame with Michael, only it’s a cock he’s been wielding, not a kitchen knife… Okay, fuck the figurative. Suffice to say Lily and Clara are in a happy daze, the ecstasy and the sextasy carrying both, even sweet Lil, on a smooth current of bliss.And what of our fallen horny teacher? How’s he faring now that he’s shot his wad so profusely over these pretty poppets’ warm skin? I’m not talking about his being spent – those balls will replenish soon enough, the quicker with such manifold teen possibilities at his currently unemployed fingertips. I mean regarding post-coital conscience, the type that would have plagued him this time last year had he succumbed to young temptress Tori after prom.Let this inner dialogue tell you all you need to know:Jekyll-Jed: I’ve done it now. Fucked girls young enough to be my students.Jed-Hyde: Yes, you have, and it’s been a long time coming.Jekyll-Jed: It’s going to fuck with my head something rotten.Jed-Hyde: Only if you let it.Jekyll-Jed: I’ll be teaching in a few days’ time…Jed-Hyde: A hundred miles away. That’s there, this is here. That’s then. This is now. Stick with that.Jekyll-Jed: Fair enough. Still… Fuck. Shit. I’ve actually gone and done it.Jed-Hyde: So you might as well do it again.Jekyll-Jed: True too.Jed-Hyde: And you’re going to do it again.Jekyll-Jed: Mmhmm. Yup. Yes I am.Jed-Hyde: So why are we having this conversation?Jekyll-Jed: Fuck knows.Jed-Hyde: That’s right. Fuck knows. So pay attention and do what fuck says.Jekyll-Jed: I will. Soon as I get my strength back.And that, friends, won’t take long – not with the naked nubiles still savouring Jed’s ball-juice in and around each other’s mouth. Plus, he knows something else that’ll speed the process. ‘Hey,’ he says, keen to capitalise on the lust that continues to simmer within him and these girls. (It gives them a Twilight-esque sheen, a reference – Jed reaslises with a shock – they’re possibly too young to get.) ‘Come give this older guy some tender loving care. Seeing as you’ve just ‘broken’ him.’Lily and Clara part, sticky and breathless, and descend to his level, a place where each of them now finds herself totally at home. They snuggle close, cocooning him in warm, bare, teenage flesh. Both are giddy and smirking, Clara swimming in an element for which she clearly feels she was born, and Lily too deeply submerged by now to feel self-conscious. Or that’s Jed’s hope, considering what he has in mind.He plants a languid kiss on each girl’s accepting mouth and squeezes the bridesmaid closer, so that Ankara bayan escort her prim tits nestle into him. ‘Be a helpful little slut and go fetch my phone,’ he says, his nose brushing hers. ‘I need to change the mood music.’‘Yes, teacher.’ Her smile is coy but mischievous as she scampers, happily nude, about her task.Now Jed pulls Clara close, plumping her tits against his ribs. ‘I’m going to need your help,’ he says into her ear.‘You’ve got it.’ Her assurance is instant, unquestioning, and ripe with conspiratorial glee. She’s provided it before Lily returns with the phone.‘Thanks, Lil.’ He takes the device and silences Nine Inch Nails, not bothering to replace the song with anything else. ‘Bit too raucous for such a tender moment,’ he tells the girls, as they cuddle either side of him, their softness caressing his body. His stretched-out hands caress in return. ‘And we’ve all got to be such good friends, haven’t we?’‘Mmhmm.’ Lily nuzzles his shoulder and traces leisurely around his nipple with a finger.‘Fucking good friends,’ Clara affirms.‘Something we’re going to double down on very shortly. But first…’ Jed opens WhatsApp on his phone, holding the display close to his nose while he clears his chat with Rebecca. He can’t risk the girls reading the exchange with his trans-Atlantic confidant, seeing as her most recent encouragement referenced his owning ‘those bitches’ holes’. Done. ‘I have a slutty ex in America,’ he says, melding truth with fiction to serve his evil purpose, ‘who keeps me up to speed with all the cock she’s enjoying. Whether I want to hear about it or not.’‘Dirty bitch,’ Clara says.‘That’s so out of order,’ Lily chimes in, clearly affronted on her new favourite teacher’s behalf.‘Isn’t it? So you’ll pardon me if I exact a little revenge.’ He thumbs the voicemail icon and speaks into the phone. ‘Becky,’ he says, adding an ironically affectionate twist to his friend’s shortened name, ‘you’re not the only one being social this weekend. I’ve got me some swell company, as in they swell my dick so hard it fucking hurts.’ He glances at the teens. ‘Want to say hello, girls?’Jed proffers the phone to Clara first, and the brunette protégé takes the cue not dropping a beat. ‘Yeah – Hi, Becky,’ she says, her features bright with wickedness. ‘I’m Clara. He’s supplying a whole lot of dick, your ex, and he knows what to do with it once it’s swollen. Doesn’t he, Lil?’‘Well, Lil?’ Jed inquires, shoving the phone to the startled bridesmaid’s lips. ‘Think I know what to do with my dick?’She remains momentarily confused, before rallying. ‘What? Oh – God yes! He fucked us both good! So, so good…’‘Yeah, and he made us fuck each other,’ Clara embellishes, homing in on the phone’s mic. ‘Didn’t he, Lil?’‘Uh-huh,’ Lily confesses, voice faltering at the shameful recollection that yet visibly excites her. ‘Yes – yes, he did.’‘And we’re going to do it all again,’ Clara adds with relish, as much to her friend as to the phone. ‘All of it.’‘Are we?’ Lily stares at her friend, then looks to Jed for clarification.‘Yup,’ he confirms. ‘All and more.’‘Oh Jesus…’ Lily says weakly, her true feelings betrayed by the trapping of that lip between her teeth. ‘See, Becky? We’re not done yet.’‘Shit no,’ Clara Escort bayan Ankara calls, assuming an American yee-haw twang. ‘Now let’s get right back to that dick.’‘Got to go,’ Jed says in a parting shot. ‘As you can hear, busyness beckons.’ He thumbs the Send arrow on his screen and watches in satisfaction as the message transfers. ‘Not much she can say to that, now is there?’ He grins at his nude companions as the voicemail circles, checking to see that it’s landed in his Rebecca-chat. ‘Got to fight fire with fire.’‘Course she’ll probably say we’re just some friends of yours faking it,’ Clara points out, picking up his thread more nimbly than he dared hope she would. ‘If she’s that much of a bitch.’‘She is,’ Jed says, casual as fuck. ‘Forget her.’But Clara is indignant. ‘Not a chance. Let’s show her.’ She grabs her friend’s wrist, startling the other girl with her intentions. ‘C’mon, Lil.’‘But… We shouldn’t… I can’t…’ Lily’s fingers tease her lips in trepidation.‘No need,’ Jed says, trusting Clara to bring this one home. ‘I shouldn’t even have done the voicemail thing.’‘Yes, you should!’ The brunette is insistent, but Lily’s conflicted stare contrasts with her eagerness. She so wants to licence her own naughtiness this one step further.‘Look,’ Jed says, loving the shit out of the whole development, ‘how about this? Just photos, no faces. We won’t even use my phone.’ He tosses the device bouncing over the covers. ‘We’ll use one of yours, so you can decide together which pics I should have. Deal?’Clara looks to the fraught Lily, who finally provides a nod of consent. ‘Get your phone,’ Clara proceeds to urge her pal. ‘I so want our naughty naked pictures on it.’Lily breaks into motion, like she can no longer resist the idea’s appeal. Then she stalls. ‘Shit, I don’t want to see Mum’s messages.’‘Fair enough,’ Clara says with a pragmatism born of lust. ‘We’ll use mine and fuck your Mum. No offence.’‘None taken,’ Lily mumbles, as Clara scrambles from bed to dresser like a horny wildling to retrieve her phone from her purse.Jed takes one look at the freshly trembling Lily and grabs her, tonguing her mouth hard. The girl’s fingers seize on his upper arms and she melts into him, like her body allows no other choice. ‘That’s it,’ he tells her, gripping her slender arms, their spit-connected mouths mere inches apart. ‘Good girl. Don’t obey her or me. Obey your pussy, okay?’‘Okay.’‘And – what does your pussy tell you?’‘To obey you,’ Lily says, with such unflinching sincerity it shocks him. ‘To obey my teacher.’‘Christ,’ he breaths to the newly returned Clara, who’s squishing up to them both, phone in hand. ‘Don’t you just love her?’‘To little fucking pieces,’ Clara says, before slapping the device into Jed’s palm and savaging her friend’s mouth, briefly but hungrily, with her own. ‘You’re not allowed to photo that shit,’ she says, letting a giddy Lily absorb the kiss, while she shows Jed how her phone’s camera work. ‘But, seriously, take anything else you damn well like.’Fuck…Jed sets the phone down, so he can grab the back of each girl’s head and shove the two of them together. ‘Then since I can’t snap it, let me enjoy it some more.’ They lock at the mouth and savour each other fully, as the educator’s Bayan escort Ankara lust reasserts itself in phallic form. ‘That’s enough,’ he says, dragging them apart, their reluctantly parted lips still drooling. ‘You can make out plenty when you’re alone together.’ (Clara’s smirk is acknowledgement that she intends it, Lily’s flushed and solemn face no less confirmatory.) ‘But right now, it’s teacher-time. Hard lessons, okay?’‘Yes Sir,’ Clara says, while Lily just stares.Jed twists his fist tighter into the dishevelled bridesmaid’s hair. ‘Okay?’‘Okay, mmhmm, yes Sir,’ she triply asserts, keen that her silence is not misinterpreted as hesitation. ‘Hard is good.’‘Hard is good,’ he says, giving himself over to the Devil so that diabolism smiles all over his face. ‘Hard is very good.’ He grips both girls with force to match his words and drags them up into kneeling. ‘And we’ll get to that. But first – do either of you girls know what tribbing is?’Facial ReactionsClara: Oh fuck, I’ve heard of that – it’s really dirty, right? Remind me, puh-lease!!!Lily: Oh god, not a clue – so it must be completely filthy. And you’re going to show me right now, of course, aren’t you? Oh goddddd…‘Let’s clarify,’ Jed says. He has Rebecca to thank for providing him the technical term; the act itself he’s enjoyed watching since the first time he witnessed it. Onscreen is good, but as live sport it’ll be so much better. Taking hold of Lily, he puts her on her back and parts her thighs to a full right-angle, splaying her lips wide. ‘There,’ he says to Clara, gripping the girl’s waist and manhandling her till she’s kneeling between her friend’s spread legs. ‘Sling your leg over and go cunt to cunt. You fancy the fuck out of her, so you’ll work out how it’s done.’‘Shit…’ Clara breathes pure desire as she descends on the panting Lily, hands grappling, lust working out the logistics. She pacifies the object of her need with a firmly planted mouth-kiss. Jed moves to support the blonde girl’s head through what’s next. He doesn’t want the sweet thing to miss a second of this. His recharged cock nudges Lily’s neck as he cradles her; together they watch Clara taking full charge.Keeping one knee rooted between Lily’s thighs, the brunette swings a leg outside, stretching her body long and moving in close again, skin on skin, tit squishing against tit. She envelopes Lily within her short but robust frame, drawing her into a near-suffocating kiss and pressing tight as she does it. When she pushes her body free and sits upright, Jed sees it – the delta of each girl’s body crammed against the other, Clara grinding steadily, rhythmically against her friend.Lily gasps at the sensation and stares with Jed down the length of her slender body at its source. ‘Oh god… Oh god…’ she moans, like she can’t believe what’s happening to her now. Clara’s face is a picture of revelatory delight. Why the fuck have I never done this before? She eases off a moment, spits on her fingers and rubs the foaming moisture all over Lily’s clit, glancing knowingly up at Jed before fixing her stare on the keening bridesmaid and rolling her hips more insistently.Her confidence and daring seem to escalate with whatever glorious sensation she’s experiencing in her cunt. With one hand she presses down on Lily’s thigh, raising the girl’s leg high into the air and stretching out the angle where their crotches meet. Her other palm rests lightly on Lily’s opposing calf, and she sits firm in the saddle she’s created, legs forked either side of her friend, rocking her hips to the tune of a rapid metrical squelch.