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Tuesday, September 24th, 2013 – Tiffany Sullivan – Parkland, WA

I was bored.

Ever since I gave my son-in-law my Gift of the Spirit, transferring to him the powers that made me a nun, my life had been so busy. So full. After so many years, I was reunited with my husband Sean and our three beautiful daughters: Shannon, Mary, and Missy. I never thought I would get to have my family back. I always thought that the monster who had enslaved me had destroyed any chance for true happiness.

Mary proved me wrong.

I had betrayed the forces of Heaven to have my family, my happiness, back. I had no regrets. Sean and I remarried not long after our reunion. And with me in an eighteen-year-old, fertile body, I soon found myself pregnant with our fourth child

A child I actually could watch grow up. Be a mother to.

Of course, there were unexpected differences from all my years of daydreaming of being reunited with my family compared to the reality of it. For one, I never thought I could make love to my daughters, let alone enjoy such deviant sex. Next to making love with my husband, being with my daughters was the best sex, and since I had conceived a child by my husband, I had also made love to Shannon’s fiance. George, and Missy’s boyfriend, Damien.

They weren’t Sean, but I enjoyed myself.

I was curious to try out my son-in-law Mark. My Gift had transformed him into a hunky Adonis. I loved my husband, but he looked his age, unlike me, and his waistline was losing the war against middle-age. I didn’t know if I ever would get the chance to be with Mark. He may have forgiven me at Karen’s funeral two months ago, but I could tell he still resented me for the things I did as a nun.

For Chasity and the other bodyguards’ deaths.

It would take time to heal the hurt I caused him. Maybe it never would heal. I know I can never forgive myself for the ten people that died that day in June. Heaven had gone too far, and pushed me to do something terrible.

Today, the house was empty. Usually, there was someone around. I lived with my husband, of course, and my youngest daughter Missy. Missy’s boyfriend Damien also lived with us, along with their sex slaves: Dawn and Mrs. Corra. School had started back up, and Missy, Damien, and Dawn were attending their first year at Washington College, where Sean and Mrs. Corra taught English and Math respectively. Mary had arranged for the sex slave to work at my husband’s school, a small campus.

Normally, if there was no-one around the house, I would visit someone else in the neighborhood. Often my daughter Shannon was around, or Mark’s mother Sandy and her girlfriend Betty. Or even Mary. Today, however, no-one was around. Shannon was off in Chicago with her fiance and their sex-slave, Starla, while Mary and Mark were off giving speeches to coordinate the gun-buyback happening this Saturday. And Sandy was out somewhere with her girlfriend. Even the sluts were all gone, out with Mark and Mary. The only one home was Sam, and she always made me nervous.

Women shouldn’t have cocks. It was unnatural.

I had the house cleaned by 9 AM.

I was so bored.

And horny.

I had gotten used to getting laid whenever I wanted, and I missed it. Sex would be a great way to pass the time. And my pregnancy had ramped up my hormones to teenage levels. I rubbed my flat belly. I would be showing soon—I was only seven weeks pregnant. For a moment my horniness was forgotten as I fantasized about watching my son or daughter actually grow up.

Then the lust came crashing back. I squirmed, pressing my thighs together. I needed to cum so badly. I thought about running a bath, pouring a glass of wine, and enjoying a nice, leisurely masturbation. I even walked upstairs and stared at the bathtub. I just didn’t want to masturbate.

I wanted to be fucked.

By Sean.

Only one problem—he was at work.

Then a thought occurred to me: I could go see him just like that one time many years ago. I smiled, remembering when we were first married before Shannon was born. Once when I had the day off, I surprised Sean at work during his lunch period. We had a nooner right there in his classroom. It was wildly exciting. You could hear the students outside the door, walking through the hallways. They were oblivious that I was bent over his desk with my skirt hiked up and my panties bunched around my ankles getting pounded by Sean.

We both came so hard that afternoon.

We never had another nooner. It was just too risky. Sean was just starting out as a teacher, and neither of us wanted him to lose his job. But now things were different. Mark and Mary had changed things. I glanced at my watch, doing math. If I left right now, I could make it in time for his lunch. Then I could scratch the itch in my panties with a nice nooner with my hubby.

Purse in hand, I stepped out onto the porch where two bodyguards lounged. 28 and 29 were my protectors for the day. Mary insisted that everyone had a guard just in case. After what my fellow nuns and I had done to my daughter and her husband, I didn’t blame her caution.

“Ma’am,” 29 said with a nod. “Are we going out?”

“Yes, we are,” I smiled.

“Where to?” 28 asked, the other bodyguard. They were both young, beautiful women, and I admired their slutty cop outfits showing off their gorgeous, long legs and nearly exposed most of their tits. I had changed so much.

“My husband’s work. You can drive. I’m too horny.”

“Of course, Ma’am,” 28 said with a sultry smile. If I asked, she would fall to her knees and tongue my pussy with relish.

Parked in front of my house was a squad car. Both women were actual cops. They carried loaded sidearms on their hips, along with all the other usual cop paraphernalia—batons, flashlights, handcuffs, mace, and one had a taser. They also wore brass amulets imbued with protective magic about their necks capable of stopping bullets.

I had one myself.

I climbed into the passenger seat of 29’s squad car while 28 sat in the back. With a grin, 29 turned on the sirens and sped the entire way to Parkland. There were some nice perks to having your very own police bodyguards. Traffic melted before us as we made our way through South Hill, then onto 512 to head out to Parkland.

Ten minutes later, we were turning into the school’s parking lot. 29 didn’t bother with a parking spot, but pulled up to the curb in front of the school.

Students barely gave me any looks as I marched through the halls escorted by two sluttily dressed cops. They must be used to seeing the bodyguards since a pair each escorted Sean, Missy, and Damien on campus. Dawn and Mrs. Corra didn’t have guards yet. There just weren’t enough of them to protect the sex slaves.

Yet.

More and more women showed up, volunteering to serve Mark and Mary. Those that weren’t already trained cops were sent to local police academies for training before being allowed to serve. They had to be gorgeous and dangerous, sexy and aggressive. Only the best could protect our family.

Sean’s classroom was on the first floor. Two bodyguards stood at attention flanking the door, mirrored sunglasses giving them an almost robotic look. A sexy robotic look with their tits almost falling out of their blouses.

I was such a pervert now.

“Sorry, ma’am, no one’s allowed in,” 41 said as we approached, holding up her hand, her tits jiggling. “Sean’s orders.”

I arched an eyebrow at the voluptuous bodyguard. “I’m his wife.”

She flushed. “He said no one is allowed in.”

“What, is he fucking a student?” I asked and then let out a joking laugh.

It ended when I saw them shift, squirm.

“Seriously?”

“Uh, yes, ma’am.”

“Out of the way,” I ordered. “Or do I need to talk to my daughter?”

41 hesitated, glancing at her partner, who shrugged. “Okay, ma’am.”

I pushed open the door. The slap of flesh and the giggly moan of a young woman met me. “Mmm, I like it when you do that, Mr. Sullivan.”

“Well, Miss Jones, how about when I do this?” I wasn’t sure what Sean just did, but Miss Jones squealed in delight.

I walked in and found my husband behind a young coed bent over his desk, her jeans and panties bunched around her ankles. She had bleached-blonde hair and dark eyes with long lashes. She slammed her hips back into my husband’s thrusts, arching her back in pleasure. Both her top and bra were gone, her perky breasts bouncing and jiggling.

“What are you doing with my husband!” I shouted with mock anger.

“Oh my god!” Miss Jones gasped, turning scarlet and covering her breasts. Pity, they were a pair of beautiful, perky tits topped with pale-pink nipples. And I bet her pussy just clenched so hard on my husband’s dick.

Sean froze like a deer in headlights, buried to the hilt in the eighteen-year-old coed’s snatch. “Honey, I…”

“Don’t honey me!” I snapped with my hands on my hips. “What’s the name of the little trollop you are balls deep in?”

“Um, Emily Jones,” he answered, looking down, sheepish.

“I’m so sorry, ma’am!” squeaked Emily. She tried to move, but Sean had her pinned between him and the desk.

I moved around the desk to the opposite side from the fucking couple, bent down, and grasped her jaw in an iron grip. I turned her face up so I could look into her pretty, brown eyes. “Do you know what I do to little strumpets who fuck my husband?”

“N-No, ma’am,” she said, wiggling. “I…I…”

“I make them lick my pussy.”

“What?” she gasped, blinking in shock.

I glanced at Sean. “Doesn’t she know English? Or is she just that bad at it that she needs to fuck you for a better grade?”

“No, she’s doing just fine,” Sean laughed then slapped Emily’s ass. “You heard my wife. You’ll love eating her pussy.”

“But…I…um… I’ve never…with a…um…woman.”

I stroked her cheek, loving how she blushed. “You’ll learn, Emily.”

I pulled off my t-shirt, freeing my braless breasts. They were still perky with youth despite the fact that I was forty-four. There were definite advantages to being permanently eighteen. Sean’s eyes latched onto them as he drew back his hips before sliding back into Emily’s depths.

A happy thrill tumbled through me. He had a hot coed on his cock, and he still wanted to look at me.

I smiled, hips wiggling, my larger tits swaying before me. I unsnapped my jeans, my husband’s eyes falling down my body, locking on my fly. The zipper rasped. Emily let out a groan. Her eyes, too, were on my crotch, though they were wide, her lips trembling. I shoved down my jeans and panties in one go, too horny to play the coquettish tease any longer.

I kicked off my clothing, losing my shoes in the process. Then I ran a finger through my blonde bush. “Looks yummy, doesn’t it, Emily?”

Emily blanched. “I’m not into girls.”

“You’ll learn to like it,” I purred and crawled on the desk, sweeping off papers and pens in the process. I turned, spreading my legs in front of her, my nipples aching so hard. “Come on, lick me. This is the price for letting my husband enjoy you.”

“I can’t,” she protested as I slid my pussy closer to her face. Sean groaned behind her, picking up the pace of his strokes, his eyes burning. “Please, Mrs. Sullivan, I’m not a dyke.”

I grabbed her bleached-blonde hair, pulling her face into my pussy. “There are consequences to screwing a married man! You think you can shake your tight ass and perky tits in my husband’s face and not have to pay me? His wife!”

“Please!”

Her resistance made this so much more exciting. My pussy clenched, juices leaking out and staining my bush. I pulled her mouth closer, bringing her lips right to the lip of my cunt. I rubbed her face across my snatch, pleasure shivering through me as she squirmed.

“Lick!”

Sean’s eyes were glued to the sight of his student’s face buried in my snatch. “Go on, Miss Jones,” he urged as he fucked her pussy, her heart-shaped ass jiggling every time he buried into her. “Eat my wife out! I would love to see that.”

“Mmm, yes, tongue me,” I moaned, humping as I ground her face against my snatch. “Can you smell how juicy I am? Feel how hot and wet my pussy is? Mmm, yes, lick me, Miss Jones!”

Her tongue licked out and took a hesitant swipe through my folds. Her brown eyes stared up at me, widening.

“Mmm, doesn’t that taste nice?” I purred, keeping a hold of her hair.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I didn’t hear you, Miss Jones,” groaned my husband. “You have to speak up in class when you answer questions.”

“Yes, Mrs. Sullivan,” she gasped.

“Yes, what?” I asked, loving the way she squirmed as my husband fucked her.

“Your pussy tasted good, Mrs. Sullivan. I didn’t think it would… But…”

“But you want to lick it again.”

She nodded her head, and then there was another delightful swipe of her tongue across my snatch. I groaned as she slid her tongue through my folds, caressing my labia. She pressed her nose into my bush, licking deeper into my snatch, swirling around.

Pleasure shivered through me. I savored this moment. She took her first steps into loving pussy. I remembered my journey into bisexuality at the hands of Karen, back when she went by Sister Louise Afra. After she rescued me from the bastard who had ruined my life, she had seduced me and shown me such delights.

And now young Emily Jones discovered the same.

I ground against her licking tongue. My pussy clenched and ached as she slid it in and out of my depths. She swirled her tongue against my pussy walls, moaning as she enjoyed the flavor of my snatch. I shivered, my toes curling. She groaned every time my husband buried into her, letting out little gasps as he drove his dick so deep into her.

“Mmm, I groaned. “Fuck the naughty girl while she tongues me, honey.”

“Yes,” he groaned, eyes burning. His strokes grew harder, forcing her face deeper into my pussy.

“And you, you little trollop, don’t forget my clit,” I moaned. “I bet you’d hate if the guy eating your snatch ignored it.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Sullivan,” she gasped and slid her tongue up to my clit.

I almost jumped off the desk when her tongue brushed my nub. I gasped, my tits bouncing. Her tongue felt so good on my clit. She swirled and teased it. Then she latched her lips onto it and sucked so hard.

“Yes!” I moaned. “That’s it. That’s how you lick a woman’s pussy.”

“And fingers,” panted Sean. “My wife likes fingers in her, too.”

Still sucking on my clit, the coed shoved two fingers into my depths with such passionate force. I shivered, clenching down on her plunging digits. She reamed them in and out while her tongue flicked across my nub.

“Oh, yes, she’s learning, Sean. We’re teaching her.”

“Yes,” he groaned, green eyes smoldering as he stared at my bouncing tits.

He gripped her hips and rammed his cock harder into her cunt, driving her eager mouth into my pussy. The table rocked and creaked. She moaned louder, pumping her fingers faster like she was trying to match his rhythm.

I groaned, loving her enthusiasm.

And Sean’s eyes remained locked on my tits. Feeling naughty, I grabbed my left breast, gave it a squeeze, then brought it up to my lips. I extended my tongue and forced my head down, just managing to give my nipple a lick, sending a tingle down to my pussy.

“That’s hot, Tif!” His face twisted with pleasure. “Damn, I’m so glad you came today.”

“Me, too. I was sooooo bored at home. I needed to get laid.” I squealed as Emily added a third finger to my pussy. “Naughty minx. Mmm, slide those fingers in and out of me. Oh, jeez that’s wonderful, Miss Jones!”

Her eyes flicked up at me, dark and lidded with desire. Her tongue lapped around her fingers pumping in and out of my pussy, moaning as she savored the pleasure. She was really getting into it, loving my pussy.

“You’re so hot and wet, Mrs. Sullivan,” she gasped. “Oh, and the way you clench your pussy on my fingers… Oh, that’s so hot. Mmm, I love it. Oh, yes. Do you feel my fingers reaming you?”

“I do,” I gasped, my hips writhing.

I was so close to cumming. I needed my clit played with. I grabbed her bleached-blonde curls and pulled the little trollop against my aching bud. Her lips sucked on it hard. My nub throbbed. Sparks shot through me. My eyes rolled back into my head as the agonizingly sweet pleasure surged through me.

“Yes, yes!” I purred, my orgasm nearing. I was so horny when I arrived, it wasn’t taking me long to cum. “Oh shoot! Mmm, that feels great, Emily! Yes, yes! Oh jeez, I’m going to cum! Yes!”

My orgasm crashed through me, a wonderful explosion of delight. She kept sucking at my clit. Her tongue danced over it. I shuddered and sighed. My body undulated. The pleasure rippled through me. I gasped and moaned my delight. I heaved and ground on her hungry mouth.

My pussy spasmed on those plunging fingers. She lapped at my juices flooding out of my pussy now. Her pink tongue slid through my curly hairs, gathering my cream. Her eyes sparkled with such pleasure as she rocked back into my husband’s hard thrusts, their flesh slapping together.

“Oh, darn it, that was amazing, Miss Jones!” I gasped as I fell backward.

She nuzzled and pumped her fingers into my pussy as my orgasm died away. I shivered, hypersensitive after my climax. I pulled my body away from the young coed. Her fingers slid out with a wet plop.

“Oh, I was having fun licking you,” she moaned. Then popped her finger into her mouth, savoring my juices staining them.

“You love pussy now,” I smiled.

“Yes, she does,” groaned Sean, his face twisting as he plowed her tight cunt. I was glad Emily gave him such pleasure. The old me would have been jealous, but I had learned to be happy when the man I loved experienced joy.

I knew he loved me. Nothing could change that.

I walked around the desk, a saunter to my steps, my naked tits bouncing. Sean’s green eyes tracked them. I pressed against my husband’s side and kissed him on the lips. His arms slipped around my waist while hips pumped away, Emily moaning her pleasure.

“You’re an amazing wife, Tif,” he whispered, breaking the kiss.

I slid my hand down and squeezed his ass. “You’re not too bad yourself, Sean.”

“Fuck me, Mr. Sullivan!” Emily gasped, not caring about our tender moment. She had a hot cunt in need of satisfaction. “Fuck me! Oh, I’m about to explode! Your cock feels amazing! Fuck my naughty little cunt!”

“Cum on his dick, dear,” I said and gave her perky ass a smack.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “I’m… Mr. Sullivan!”

The unmistakable passion of an orgasm exploded from her throat. Sean groaned, pumping his cock in and out of the coed’s tight, spasming snatch. The girl bucked and writhed on his desk. Her flailing arm knocked a thermos over. It fell off and bounced across the floor, spilling brown coffee on the white linoleum.

Sean groaned, “I love it when a coed cums on my cock!”

I slipped my hand into my husband’s ass and found his puckered asshole. I circled it, then slipped a finger inside his bowels, searching for his prostate. His body went rigid when I found it. He grunted through clenched teeth and slammed harder into Emily’s sheath, her heart-shaped rear jiggling.

“Tiff,” he panted as I massaged his prostate.

“Fill her pussy up with your cum,” I moaned in his ear. “I want to lick your spunk out of her!”

The moan of passion from my husband sent a hot, dizzy wave out of my pussy. He groaned, slamming twice more into Emily’s cunt, burying into her with the last stroke. His bowels clenched around my finger. He groaned as he spurted into the little trollop’s cunt. I stared at his face, so happy to see that pleasure crossing his expression.

Then he groaned, his face relaxing, the pleasure dying from his eyes. He sighed again, giving me a smile. I pulled my finger out of his ass as Sean his cock pulled out of her cunt. White cum leaked out. And then he turned, seized me, and kissed me so hard, his softening cock rubbing wetly on my belly.

I shivered in his embrace, loving being held by him, glad I had my husband back once more. His hands clenched on my butt-cheeks, a finger nudging in, teasing my sphincter. I shivered as the heat rippled through me.

He broke the kiss, whispering, “I love you, Tif.”

I beamed at my husband and hugged him tightly. “I love you, too, you dirty, old teacher.”

“Um, should I go?” Emily asked.

She looked embarrassed, blushing as she tried to cover her breasts with her hands. I smiled at her pussy messy with my husband’s cum. She definitely was not a natural blonde, not with those dark curls matted with spunk. Realizing I looked at her exposed pussy, she clamped her thighs shut.

“Nope, Miss Jones, the lesson isn’t over yet.” I told her. “Lie back down and spread those thighs. I want to eat your pussy out.” Sean’s cock hardened on my stomach. I glanced at him, eyes narrowing as his dick hardened, ready for another cum. “You took one of Sam’s pills, didn’t you?”

He smiled and looked down, sheepish. “Yeah.”

Sam had invented a magical pill that could give a guy, or a hermaphrodite, unlimited stamina for a few hours. It was the first thing the horny Cambodian girl had invented that wasn’t ordered by Mark or Mary. “You were planning on fucking Emily all lunch period, huh?”

“Uh…yeah.”

“Well, now you get to fuck me with her all lunch period,” I laughed.

“Sounds even better.”

“Good answer.”

I bent over the desk while spreading apart Emily’s thighs. I loved eating my husband’s cum out of another woman’s cunt, usually one of my daughters. The fact that she was one of his students made this more exciting—it was so wrong and wicked. I shivered as I inhaled the aroma of her pussy: salty boy-cum mixed with tart girl-cum. Licking my lips, I bent my head down to get a taste.

My tongue licked through her folds, loving how soft they felt, her dark hairs ticklish on my cheeks. I nuzzled, gathering a dollop of cum mixed with her tart cream. I savored it, my eyes squeezing shut as I shivered.

I licked again.

“Fuck, that’s nice,” Emily moaned. “Mmm, I’ve never gotten a boy to go down on me.”

“You’re in for a treat,” I promised, then buried my face into her snatch.

I licked up all of Sean’s cum I could find. My fingers spread open her petals, licking her pink, wrinkled inner lips. I played with them, sucking them into my lips and nibbling on them. She shivered, humping against me, firm tits jiggling as she writhed and moaned.

Then I nuzzled higher to her pink clit. Sean’s hands squeezed my ass while I swirled my tongue about the little trollop’s clit. His dick rubbed on my pussy. I moaned, sucking Emily’s clit into my mouth. She gasped, bucking at the sensations.

Then Sean drove his cock into my sopping cunt.

I moaned around Emily’s clit as his dick invaded my depths. It was so wonderful to have in me. He plunged so deep, caressing my sensitive walls. I moaned about her clit, tonguing it. It was fat, maybe the largest clit I had ever seen—almost an inch long, and very sensitive.

“Mrs. Sullivan,” she panted, humping against me as I sucked on her nub. “Oh, my god! I’m…”

She came hard. I was shocked by the swiftness of her orgasm. Sean had hardly thrust into me ten times when she spasmed on the desk. Her juices, mixed with Sean’s cum, squirted onto my cheeks and chin. Her fist slammed against the desk as her body bucked in pleasure.

I kept right on sucking on her fat clit, wrapping my arms around her hips to try and hold her still. Sean’s dick thrust into me as her juices flooded out of her. Her tits bounced. I groaned, loving that I made the little trollop cum, my pussy clenching down on my husband’s cock.

“Holy shit!” Emily gasped, her shudders slowing as her orgasm passed. “That was hot, Mrs. Sullivan. Wow!”

I kept nursing at her clit while Sean pounded my cunt. His cock slid against my pussy walls, the friction burning through me. I squeezed his dick, clenching around his girth. Sean knew how to drive me wild with his cock, changing the angle of his thrust to rub against the most sensitive parts of my pussy.

He scratched the itch that had been driving me nuts all morning. I purred like a happy kitten into Emily’s cunt.

His balls thwacked into my clit, sending sharp delight shivering through my body. I moaned and writhed, meeting his thrusts. Loving him in me, filling me up. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head as he plowed me. I sucked so hard on the little trollop’s clit.

“Damn, you are so tight, Tiff. So hot.”

“As tight as a schoolgirl’s pussy?” I moaned, popping my lips off Emily’s clit.

“Tighter.”

I shivered in delight and sucked on her clit again. My lips latched onto that fat nub. She gasped, bucking, humping against me. Her fingers pinched and pulled her nipples as her bleached-blonde hair danced about her tossing head.

“Mrs. Sullivan, your mouth is the best!” she panted, humping. “Oh, fuck! I’m going to cum again! I didn’t know I could… Oh, fuck! Could cum again so quickly.”

Her second orgasm wasn’t as intense. No juices squirted into my hungry mouth. Just a soft flood of tart passion. She moaned and gasped, singing her pretty song of passion. She shivered as I released her clit and stuck my tongue into her pussy hole.

I probed deep, finding more of my husband’s cum. I licked, eager for his salty seed. My tongue swirled, searching for every last trace of Sean’s spunk. Emily gripped my hair and pulled me deeper into her pussy, grinding on my face as she shuddered in orgasmic delight.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, Mrs. Sullivan.”

“She’s amazing,” Sean agreed, plowing into me.

My pussy clenched on his dick. The pleasure built and built in me. I shivered, bucking back into his thrusts. I parted her butt-cheeks and slipped a finger into her crack, finding her puckered asshole. I circled it, teasing her. I kissed my lips lower, nuzzling my face towards her sphincter.

“Don’t stop eating my snatch!” she begged then gasped as my lips rimmed her asshole. “No, stop! That’s so dirty!”

“It’s not,” Sean groaned. “My wife loves eating ass.”

“I do,” I moaned.

Then I pushed on the tight ring of her sphincter with my tongue. It give way, my tongue burying into her bowels. I groaned, tasting her sour flavor. I fucked my tongue in and out of her asshole, wiggling it about as Emily convulsed, her third orgasm crashing through her.

I kept right on licking her tasty ass.

“Oh, Tif, this is too hot. I’m gonna cum!”

“Yes,” I moaned between licks of sour, schoolgirl ass. “Flood my pregnant pussy, honey!”

He groaned. I squeezed my cunt on his cock, eager to feel him flooding me. Nothing felt better than your man flooding your pussy with his spunk. I pinched Emily’s clit, rolling the throbbing nub, and tongued her ass.

Sean grunted over and over, his thrusts becoming frantic as his orgasm neared. His balls thwacked heavily at my clit. The pleasure shivered through me. I wiggled and stirred his cock through my pussy, climbing towards my climax.

“I can’t take any more pleasure, Mrs. Sullivan!” Emily screamed. “Please stop!”

I ignored her, latching my lips onto her asshole and sucking. My fingers stroked her fat clit like a little cock. Pleasure burned through me. Sean’s dick hit all the right places inside me. The pressure built and built.

And then a powerful explosion detonated in my womb.

“Yes,” I gasped.

My cunt clamped down hard on Sean’s shaft, spasming, milking him for his cum. My lips sucked so hard on Emily’s asshole. The coed collapsed on the desk as her fourth orgasm shuddered through her while rapture surged through mine.

Such bliss spasmed my body. It ached and shuddered through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I gasped and shivered. It was pure, wondrous delight. I was so glad to share this pleasure with Sean.

“I love you, Tif!” Sean groaned as he spilled inside me.

It felt so wonderful. I loved feeling his cum spurt inside me. Another orgasm rippled through me, gentle and loving, as blast after blast of his jizz pumped into my depths. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shivered, sighing out my joy.

“Oh, Sean, yes, flood me!”

“Tiff,” he panted as the final blast of his jizz washed into me. He held me in his arms, clutching me.

I felt so loved. So joyful in his embrace. I sighed, wiggling. Moaning, I took a final lick through Emily’s pussy. I was so happy. Joy warmed up my soul. I made my husband cum, and he made me cum. It was what we were made to do.

Sean and I coddled on his chair, me on his lap. I kissed, letting him taste Emily’s pussy and ass. Between kisses, we watched the schoolgirl’s breasts heave as she lay exhausted on the table. Sweat beaded off her youthful, perky body. A happy, tired smile graced her lips. After a few minutes, she sat up and beamed at us.

“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. The best lesson.” She jumped off the desk and bent down for her panties.

“No, take mine,” I told her. “Let’s swap.”

“Ooh, that’s wicked,” she said. “I can’t believe how mature you are. You look my age. Were you one of his students?”

I laughed. “I birthed a goddess. You expected me to look old?”

Her eyes widened. “I didn’t realize… Oh, wow. Yes, let’s swap panties. Everyone will be so jealous. First I fucked the Goddess’s father, then I wore Her mother’s panties.”

I smiled at her and slipped off my husband’s lap. I grabbed her red panties, pulling them up my hips. We were about the same size, and they fit snug against my pussy. Emily was a little unsure as she pulled up my lacy, sky-blue panties. She wiggled, adjusting my panties, and a naughty glint appeared in her eyes.

Dressed, she shyly said good-bye and slipped out of the classroom.

I turned to my husband, his eye staring at Emily’s panties gracing my crotch and growing damp as his cum leaked out of my pussy. “I’ll be wearing these all day,” I promised. “I know how much you love smelling my used panties. Think how great this pair will smell with both of our scents on it.”

Sean groaned, “I can’t wait to get home.”

I kissed my husband.

On the drive back home, I promised myself to visit him at the college more often. There was something special about having a nooner with the man you loved; the pretty schoolgirl was just a fun bonus.

The END

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