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  “Take my cock in your hand, son, and feed it to your girlfriend. I don’t just want to take what’s yours today, Chris. I want you to know you are giving it to me.” He told Tabby to open her mouth and told Chris to guide his dick into her waiting mouth. “Slowly,” he added. “You don’t want to gag the poor girl…yet.”

  It was obvious that Chris hadn’t anticipated that he was going to have to touch another man’s dick. She was glad. She was doing this for him, and he should have to be part of it. Together, they were securing their future by pleasing Mr. Cross.

  When Chris hesitated too long, Tabby got frustrated. She wanted that cock in her mouth. “Hurry, Chris.”

  Emboldened by her plea, Chris grasped Mr. Cross’s cock and guided it into her mouth. She sucked it, not really knowing how.

  “Pull it out, son.”

  Chris did as asked, his hand still encircling Mr. Cross’s hard shaft, and waited for further instruction. They were both anticipating what would come next.

  “I feel a little bad about this, kids.” He patted Tabby’s head. “Chris, why don’t you pull your piece out and let Tabby get a look at what she’s been missing, though judging by this afternoon, you won’t have that particular problem anymore. Isn’t that right, sweetheart? You’re turning into a cock-hungry little whore right before our eyes.”

  Chris didn’t have to be asked twice. His pants came down, though he had to ease them over his straining cock. “Look at my dick, Tabby.” He’d never been demanding before, but she liked it. She liked it a lot. “Look at my fucking cock.”

  She couldn’t help but stare. It was a little shorter than Mr. Cross’s dick, but it was thicker, and the tip had a lovely sheen spread over it. She licked her lips. “Does your cock taste differently than Mr. Cross’s cock?”

  As if it heard her, his dick bounced a little.

  Chris couldn’t keep his hand off it a second longer. He stroked it slowly, and he bent his head back trying to control the wracking shudders of the rest of his body. She’d never seen him this horny before.

  “Why don’t you give it a taste,” Mr. Cross suggested. “And you tell us.”

  She opened her mouth, and Chris shoved it in, not nearly as gentle as he’d been with Mr. Cross’s shaft. He pulled it out and shoved it back in again.

  She put a hand over his and pulled her head back a bit to let him know she’d prefer to set the pace. He nodded and removed his hand, though it clearly cost him.

  She ran her tongue over the head, over and over. God, he tasted good. She couldn’t have described the difference between the two men’s taste, but they were both like ambrosia to her.

  Without thinking, she grasped the other cock still in front of her with her other hand and plunged it into her mouth. When she pulled it out, she pulled Chris’s cock back in, and she alternated between the two dicks until both men were moaning with pleasure.

  She loved being able to do that to them, make them moan for her mouth. Her tongue.

  “I want to see her with both of them in there,” Chris groaned. “She’s such a good little cock sucker.”

  The men turned towards each other just a little bit more, and she eased their cock together until they were touching. Chris stroked the back of her head and she wrapped her mouth around as much meat as she could.

  “Oh, God, Mr. Cross,” Chris heaved out on a sigh. “Thank you so much. This feels so fucking fantastic.”

  She worked them both for a few minutes, savoring their flesh. Both men were breathing hard, and she knew they were going to cum. She had no idea what she was going to do when they did, but she wanted every last drop of it.

  “Chris, your girlfriend is going to swallow a large load of cum.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You aren’t going to feel differently about your little slut after this are you?”

  She looked up at him, her mouth full of cocks, and wondered if he would stop loving her after today.

  “Look at those pretty eyes, Chris,” Mr. Cross said. “Once so innocent. Now she’s tarnished, isn’t she?”

  “I love her even more, sir,” Chris said, and let his stream of hot cum go down her throat.

  That was all it took for Mr. Cross. She couldn’t keep up with all the cum, but she tried really hard. By the time they were done, her face and chest were covered in a gooey, hot mess.

  Mr. Cross sat back on the corner of the desk. “Clean my cock off, Ms. Jones.”

  Chris helped her off her knees, and she leaned over Mr. Cross’s crotch. His cock was smaller now, and a little softer, so she took the opportunity to get it further in her mouth than she could before as she licked and sucked his cum, and probably some of Chris’s, off his dick. She heard Chris slapping his meat behind her, and she smiled knowing both cocks were getting ready for her again.

  “That’s good for now, sweetheart. Chris, take off your girlfriend’s skirt for me and turn her around. I want to see that sweet ass.”

  Chris didn’t take special care, he practically ripped the denim off her and spun her around. “Show the teacher your ass, Tabby.”

  She felt the heat of Mr. Cross’s gaze burning her cheeks. She’d worn a thong today, in order to not get panty lines, so he had a great view.

  “Smack her.”

  “What?” she and Chris both asked in unison.

  “She just sucked off another man, Chris. She deserves a little punishment, don’t you think? Smack her ass.”

  Chris looked into her eyes. She’d trusted him completely, and this is where he brought her to. She was a depraved mess, and now he was going to have to raise his hand to her.

  He was clearly conflicted, but they’d come this far.

  “Do it,” she said, surprising them both.

  “I don’t think I can,” he said.

  “I liked his cock, Chris. In my mouth. He tasted so good. I hope he makes me suck him again.” She licked her lips, traces of them both still there. “Mmmm.”

  Chris’s eyes narrowed, and he pushed her over the top of one of the student’s desks and smacked each of her cheeks three times. The sting was instant and felt so good she started humping the air.

  “She’s practically dripping on the floor. What a slut,” Mr. Cross said, so Chris slapped her again. “Enough. Sit her on top of my desk and get those ridiculous panties off her.”

  Chris pulled her up and led her to the desk, plopping her ass on top of the student papers Mr. Cross had been grading. Chris grabbed the swatch of silk and tore her thong right off of her. “She’s soaked, Mr. Cross.”

  Both cocks were hard and pointed right at her again, and she shivered with delight. She spread her legs and leaned back on her hands for support.

  “Chris, I want you to rub my cock all over her pussy. I want you to coat my cock in her pussy juice.”

  “Yes, sir.” Chris didn’t hesitate this time, but reached for Mr. Cross and rubbed the tip of his dick across the seam of her pussy slowly. He was teasing them both with the slow speed and the light rubbing. “Do you like that, baby? Do you like my teacher’s cock?”

  She almost came right then. “I love your teacher’s cock, Chris. I want it so bad.”

  He pushed it in the folds a little more this time. “I know you do, naughty girl.”

  She arched her back when the tip of Mr. Cross’s cock grazed her clit. Slowly still, Chris rubbed it around. Mr. Cross put his hand on Chris’s shoulder to brace himself. She thought she would die when Chris dipped his fingers into her sopping pussy and stroked the juice up and down Mr. Cross’s cock, drenching the teacher’s rod with her moisture.

  “You’re making such a mess, dirty girl,” Chris cooed at her. “Sit up and clean yourself off his dick.”

  The angle was awkward, but Tabby did her best to slurp her own pussy juices off Mr. Cross. It tasted so good that Chris had to push her off it.

  “Fucking whore,” he said roughly as he pulled her ponytail, snapping her head back. His mouth came down on hers, and he thrust his tongue in, sav
agely sharing the taste of pussy, fresh off a cock.

  Mr. Cross rounded the desk and sat in his chair. “Bring her to me, Chris. I still want you to fuck her with my cock, but I’d rather be more comfortable.”

  Facing Chris, she straddled the teacher’s lap, bracing her hands on the armrests, while Chris reached out for Mr. Cross’s pole. With one hand, he pushed her pussy lips apart. With the other he guided Mr. Cross’s dick to her hole, but didn’t put it in.

  Mr. Cross whispered in her ear. “I hope you’re on the pill, sweetheart, because I am going to shoot so much cum in your young cunt, you’ll be dripping it out for weeks.”

  She was on the pill, but the idea of getting pregnant with this man’s baby, this man who wasn’t her boyfriend, made her so excited she started keening, “Put it in me, Chris. Fuck me with your teacher’s cock. I want him to fill me up with his hot cum.”

  Chris didn’t look away from her eyes as he filled her with another man’s meat. She’d never felt closer to him or trusted him more. He pushed her down until she was fully seated on Mr. Cross’s hot stick.

  “Don’t move yet,” Mr. Cross commanded. “I want to savor the feel of your sweet, tight hole. Such a good little slut.”

  She wanted to move so badly.

  “You’re so hot, baby,” Chris said, cupping her cheek. “I love you so much right now. I love seeing you stuffed full of another guy’s cock while you’re looking at me.”

  She whimpered.

  “She’s so goddamned wet and tight, Chris.”

  “I know, sir.”

  Mr. Cross began pumping his hips slowly, and Tabby groaned with the pleasure of it.

  “Chris, show her how much you love her right now. Get your face down there and eat her pussy. Eat her pussy full of dick.”

  Chris leaned over and tongued her clit, nearly sending her off the chair. She started coming then, while Chris sucked her clit and licked her pussy. She couldn’t stop coming, especially when Mr. Cross grasped her hips and started really fucking her.

  There was no way Chris wasn’t getting some dick on his tongue while he was down there, but he kept at it, slurping and sucking. She’d just come down from her pleasure for a second when another climax would hit. She was flooding the chair and Chris’s face.

  Mr. Cross let out a strangled groan and let loose a torrent of hot cum in her pussy. He held Chris into her crotch by the back of the head while his hips jutted spasmodically, unloading buckets of cum into Tabby and into Chris’s face.

  Chris went crazy licking her. There was no way he could keep up, but he tried. God he was trying. He was moaning into her cock filled pussy, his hands digging hard into her skin.

  As Mr. Cross came down from his high, he pushed Chris’s head away. “I want to cumslut to clean my cock again.”

  She was so tired and her legs so wobbly she could barely stand, so she slid to the floor in front of the chair and went to work on his dick once again. God, she really was a cumslut.

  “Get behind her, Chris. Fuck her from behind while she’s got my dick in her mouth.”

  Yes! Two cocks. Mr. Cross got hard again, growing in her mouth, while Chris’s furious erection slid right in to her sopping wet heat. He was so worked up, it only took three or four powerful strokes until he came, yelling as he did.

  She hoped they didn’t bring anyone to the classroom with all the noise, but at this point, she didn’t care who saw her. Chris rested on her back while she worked Mr. Cross into another erection.

  “It’s probably going to take a little longer this time, Ms. Jones. Pace yourself.”

  She didn’t care. She loved the feel of him in her mouth.

  Without being told, Chris eased out of her and slid down. His mouth found her messy cunt and he began sucking and cleaning all the cum from her again. By the time Mr. Cross climaxed in her mouth, she’d cum three more times.

  As if nothing had happened. They all got dressed, though Mr. Cross put her torn panties into his desk drawer.

  “Good luck at the game, Friday, Chris,” Mr. Cross said as he went back to grading the stack of papers on his desk.

  “Thank you, sir. Thank you for everything,” Chris said, leading Tabby up the aisle to the door.

  The future looked very bright indeed.