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Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 01

By: ilikeithot6308



This is chapter one of a new story...I hope you enjoy it! Please, let me know your feelings on the subject. Send comments and feedback (my favourite), and don't forget those stars!

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Miranda Walker was nervous. It was her first day of school... sort of. 

It had been years since she was in this situation, and a lot had happened since then. Let's see... was teaching... met a guy... fell in love... got pregnant... got married... stopped teaching... gained twenty pounds... lost the baby... gained another twenty pounds... found out husband was cheating bastard... divorced cheating bastard. 

Then there was the long road back, which started with a decision to take control of her life again. Started working out... lost some weight... started riding a bike... lost more weight... went back to school... updated teaching credentials... got in great shape, better than ever. Felt great, but her once proud D cups, which had ballooned to EE when she was pregnant, had deflated to a rather disappointing pair of floppy Cs. 

That disappointment had led to a wonderful plastic surgeon, with whom she had been involved for a short time. It had been his idea to go bigger with her implants, but, truth be told, it hadn't been hard to convince her. Now, she was glad he had. He had taken such care in skillfully augmenting her breasts, that she hardly had a scar visible on her magnificent G cup bust. Riding the bike had toned and tightened her thighs and ass, so that despite her African American Heritage, she didn't have excess 'junk in the trunk'. However, with her long, strong legs, and shapely rear end, she was a force to be reckoned with in a short skirt. 

Then, during the Christmas holidays, a local high school biology teacher, visiting his family in Michigan, had been involved in a terrible car accident. He would recover, but not this school year. 

So Miranda had received the call to take over the class, and 19 years after she had left this same school, she found herself walking through the front door, feeling pangs of fear. She found the restroom, right where she remembered it. 

"Jeez, Miranda, you're a thirty-eight year old woman, not a teenager, and you're the teacher," she muttered to herself in the mirror. "Pull it together." She gave herself another hard look. She thought she looked pretty good. Her skin was a smooth mocha colour, without a wrinkle. She had the stereotypical wide nose and pouty lips of a black woman, but, thanks to her flat iron, her hair was straight and smooth. She wore a dark reddish brown shade of lipstick, less overtly sexy than a brighter shade, and closer to the natural tone of her wide lips. 

She walked out of the restroom, and went directly to the administration office to meet with the principal. 

****

Michael had always hated biology class. He and the teacher, Mr. Pendergrass, had never seen eye to eye, but that honestly may have been largely his own fault, the result of a poorly timed joke that had run him afoul of the prof early in the school year. He had heard about Mr. Pendergrass' accident, and wondered if that made the situation better or worse. They'd probably get some old fart as a substitute. 

That's when Miranda walked into the classroom. 

Holy shit! Michael thought, that's our substitute? Wow! He was enthralled by the tall, beautiful black woman who took a position behind the teacher's desk. She was wearing a matching navy blue jacket and skirt, with a white blouse, and when the jacket came off, he made the defining discovery about his new teacher; she had huge tits, which the lab coat she donned did little to hide. 

The classroom was noisy, as one would expect when the students all knew they were getting a substitute teacher. Miranda chose not to compete with the cacophony, instead standing quietly at the front of the class, arms crossed, waiting for them to settle down. One by one, the students noticed her and fell silent. 

"Thank you," she said. "As I'm sure you have all heard by now, Mr. Pendergrass was injured in a car accident during the holidays. He will be fine, but it looks like he's out of commission for this school year, so I will be taking over for the duration. Could someone please tell me what the last thing you covered was?"

That question would have normally been answered by one of the brown-nosers that every class inevitably has, but there was something about the new teacher that compelled Michael to pipe up. Actually, make that twothings. 

"Yes, Ma'am," he said quickly, before anyone else could respond. "We had just started Chapter Eight before the holidays." There were a few derisive 'kissy' sounds from the equally inevitable disruptive students. 

"Thank you,...?" Miranda said, asking his name without asking. He finally caught on. 

"Oh... Um, Michael Smith, Ma'am" he answered. 

"Thank you, Michael, and please, everyone... call me Ms. Walker. I'll get your names as we go along. Okay, open your textbooks to Chapter Eight, and we'll get started..." 

Just like that, she was in control. 'Teacher mode' kicked in, and the butterflies in her stomach settled down. Mostly, anyway. They seemed to take flight again whenever she looked in Michael's direction, and she didn't know why. Sure, he was a big, handsome, strong young man... with piercing blue eyes, and big, strong hands, and... Get a grip, Miranda, she reminded herself, but her loins still tingled at her previous thoughts. 

She settled into her new routine. There were notable exceptions of course, but most of 'her' kids were pretty good, and she was enjoying the challenge of teaching again. Days became weeks, and weeks became months. 

****

Then one day things changed dramatically. 

Miranda looked up from her class schedule to see what the commotion was, and saw Jennifer, a petite blonde, talking to Michael. She walked away, and Michael, visibly upset, kicked his chair back against the next row. 

One of the other boys in the class walked by. "Tough luck, Wilbur," he sneered, unfortunately not quite out of retribution range. Michael grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him back, cocking his right hand maliciously. 

Miranda saw it happening, and was quickly there to break up the trouble. "Stop it, both of you!" she demanded. "You," she pointed at the instigator, "mouth shut, and get out!" Michael released him, and started to leave himself. Miranda knew that once they left the classroom, it would flare up again, unless she held one of them back. She also wanted to know what had precipitated Michael's mood swing. He was normally a good kid. 

"Michael, you stay, please," she asked, softening her tone. "Take a seat." She looked at him, waiting for him to look up. Eventually, the silence got to him, and he did. "What's up," she probed, "it isn't like you to start a fight." 

"I didn't start it!" Michael snapped immediately, angrily. 

"I know. I heard what he said. That's not the question. What has you so upset that you wanted to punch someone?"

Exasperation overcame anger. "Never mind... I promise not to do it again." 

"I know that, too, but I'm offering to help you sort out something that's obviously bothering you. Was it Jennifer? Is that what started it?" she asked quietly. There was a long pause before Michael replied. 

"Yeah... I guess she is what started it, this time... but it's not her fault really. She's just the straw that broke the camel's back," he answered, baring a little more of the truth for Miranda to work with. 

"Okay. What's the problem with Jennifer? She's cute, right? Did you ask her out?" 

"Oh sure, she's cute," he answered, almost, but not quite smiling, "and I did ask her out. We were supposed to go out tonight, but she cancelled, because she talked..." He stopped abruptly, anger welling up again. 

"Calm down. You were doing so well. Who did she talk to? What did that have to do with her cancelling?" Miranda asked. 

Michael rubbed his hands on his thighs, blew out a long breath, and relented. "Okay, but remember, you asked for the whole story, right?" Miranda nodded. "Jennifer talked to some of the other girls I've gone out with... ones where things got, um, uh,... physical... and they told her not to go out with me." 

"Really? That's not very nice. What did you do wrong to them?" 

"I didn't force them to do anything, if that's what you mean." 

"Continue..." she said, starting to put things together, or so she thought. 

"So... when that asshole called me 'Wilbur', I just snapped. I'm sorry, Ms. Walker," he finished. 

"What's with that, anyway? Why Wilbur?" 

He seemed surprised. "You really don't know? I thought everyone did. That's the problem." 

Miranda put her confusion aside for the moment. "Well, I'm new, right? Suppose you fill me in." That particular phrase would be somewhat prophetic. 

Michael seemed reluctant, again, looking down at his feet, but couldn't take the silence. Finally, he looked up, his eyes inadvertently tracing up her body, and lingering momentarily on her impressive bust, on the way to her eyes. He sighed. 

"Do you remember the old TV series from the 60s... about the talking horse? "

"Well, not personally," she laughed, "a bit before my time... but yes, I've heard of it. 'Mister Ed', wasn't it? Wilbur was one of the characters. He was the owner of the horse. What, they call you Wilbur because you own a horse?" So near, yet so far off. 

"Um, no... not quite. It all started in gym class. In the shower?" 

Suddenly, the light bulb went off over her head. "Oh my!" Miranda gasped. "So, you're saying that..." she gestured in the general direction of his crotch, desperately trying not to look. It didn't stop her imagination from running wild, however, and her pussy dampened at that thought. 

"Yes, Ma'am. 'Like a horse'," he answered, without any of the bravado she expected from a 19 year old boy. He was more sad than anything. "Now you see the problem? None of the girls will go out with me anymore, because they're afraid I'll hurt them if things get physical. I'm a freak. It's a curse, I swear." 

Jesus! she thought, her imagination ramping up even more at his 'like a horse' admission. Just how big is this kid's dick? Her pussy reacted again, getting wetter still. Somehow she managed to push the images aside enough to respond. 

"I'm sorry Michael... I don't know what to say," she said quietly. "Have you talked to the counsellor about this?" 

"Mrs. Lewis?" he blurted, "God, no! She's like, a thousand years old! I wouldn't have said anything to you, but you made me, remember? It's not something I like to talk about, especially with a, uh, uh..." 

"A woman?" she asked, successfully jamming her imagination back into the closet and slamming the door. 

"Um, yeah... or a teacher." He was calmer now, she could see. 

"Okay, so now I've made you late for your next class, haven't I?" she laughed. He nodded, and smiled a little. "Tell your teacher I held you back." 

"Thanks, Ms. Walker. Thanks for listening." he said, as he left. 

"Anytime," she laughed. Oh shit! she thought, as her imagination kicked the closet door open and flooded out, filling her head with images of giant penises. Big, hard, throbbing cocks, wet with saliva, ready to fuck her dripping pussy.Thankfully, she had time to get herself under control, as she had no classes until the afternoon. 

She closed and locked the doors to her classroom, and thanked the heavens she wasn't a math teacher. If she was, her classroom wouldn't have an attached storage room for chemicals and the like, which is where she was headed. It had no windows, which was good. She didn't want anyone peeking in on her while she was masturbating, which she desperately needed to do to keep her sanity. It had been months since she got laid, and now this whole 'Michael has a giant cock' situation had brought her already simmering desires to a full boil. 

Miranda walked slowly into the store room, and closed the door. She kicked off her high heels, and unbuttoned the white lab coat that protected her clothing, hanging it on the hook beside the door. There was a mirror on the back of the door, long enough that she could use it to watch herself if she positioned her tall stool just right. 

She caressed her full breasts through her white cotton blouse and bra, but knew immediately that she would need skin on skin to douse this fire. As much as she didn't like the idea of being naked at school, she also knew she needed relief right now, and found the idea of her very naughty behaviour arousing. 

She reached behind and unhooked her skirt, stepping out of it carefully to keep it clean. She laid it on the counter, and put her pantyhose on top after she removed them next. Her pussy was very, very wet, and the cool air on her dampness was like an electric tickle, making her even wetter. The buttons of her blouse succumbed quickly to her fingertips, and as she hung the blouse up with her lab coat, she saw her reflection in the mirror. 

Her dark, mocha coloured skin contrasted starkly with the white lace of her bra. Her breasts filled the pretty cups perfectly, and there was just a hint of her nearly black areolas visible through the perforations of the lace trim, along with the bumps that indicated her excited nipples. She watched herself reach behind her back, unfastening the last garment between her and nudity. The straps slid off her shoulders, and the bra fell away, to be tossed on top of her other clothes. 

Miranda didn't consider herself a vain woman, but... Damn! She looked good naked! Her belly was nice and flat again, confirmed when she turned sideways in the mirror. She flexed her glutes, pulling her ass up into a tight ball that didn't sag appreciably when she relaxed them. She smacked her cheeks with both hands, feeling the fit muscularity there. Turning further, she admired her calves. She completed her turn and stopped, facing forward, where she could check out what she considered her two best features. 

"Thank you, Dr. Stephen Milton, FACS," she whispered, caressing the full, round curves of her massive breasts. She loved her tits, and had received no complaints about them from anyone who had graced her bed since her surgery, an admittedly sparse list as of late, hence her frustration. She pinched her nipples, bringing them to full attention, then backed away from the mirror, perching on the edge of the stool. If there was a disadvantage to having her beautiful G-cup boobs, it was the fact that visibility below was sometimes compromised by them, and she liked to watch herself getting off. The mirror solved that nicely. 

She leaned back a bit, and spread her long legs, resting her feet on opposing shelves of the relatively narrow room. Her labia, hairless and very dark brown in colour, were glued shut by her juices, but opened like a bright pink orchid when she ran her finger along the lips. That's why she liked to watch, because her cunt, when open was so dang pretty. The bright pink inner folds virtually glowed in the dark frame of her crotch, and she dripped with a nectar so fragrant and succulent that she sometimes wished she could contort her body enough to lick her own pussy. Failing that, she could at least lick her fingers, and did so now, tasting her delicious juices and moaning in delight. 

Miranda spread her lips with two fingers of her left hand, and dipped two fingers into her juicy gash, finger fucking herself with a staccato rhythm. In the silence of the storage room, Miranda could hear her pussy making wet, squishy sounds as she reamed herself. A few seconds later that sound was lost in the ragged, excited breathing that filled the room. She watched her reflection, as she slid her fingers deeper, and hooked her fingertips up. She saw her face contort with pleasure as her fingers reached and searched, just able to find that little patch of walnut-shell texture that marked the fast lane to orgasm. The fingers that had held her pussy open now shifted to manipulate her clit, and she moaned softly at the dual stimulus. 

She was a highly effective masturbator, having discovered this particular technique in her youth. It never failed to bring her to an earthshattering orgasm, and that's what she needed right now. Right now. Right... fucking... NOW! 

In the corner of her vision, she saw her toes curl, while straight ahead, the face in the reflection showed the ecstasy that washed over her as she came hard. As well coccooned as she was in this closet, she couldn't forget that people who wouldn't forgive or understand her needs were within hearing range. She tried desperately to stifle her sounds of bliss, managing to keep it down to a few groans and sharply exhaled breaths. When the waves of pleasure subsided, Miranda melted, breathing hard in recovery. She licked her fingers, revelling in her own taste, going back for more, again and again, until her oozing cunt was as clean as she could make it. 

"Oh fuck... That's better," she whispered as she lowered her legs and sat up. Her nipples were inch long hat-pegs in the aftermath of her orgasm, and she couldn't resist tugging on them, which made her clit tingle again. 

She stood, a little unsteady, and stepped over to retrieve her bra, which did nothing to conceal her erect nipples when she slipped it on. A few moments later, she was fully dressed again, but her stiff nips were still as obvious as before, poking at the white cotton of her blouse as though there wasn't an intervening layer in place. 

"Hmmmm?" she giggled. "Can't go walking around with high-beams like that, can I?" She put her lab coat back on, which hid them enough to leave. 

Miranda didn't know that this activity would become a habit, but it did. Every time she had Michael in her class, and thought about their conversation, and his 'problem', she wound up locking herself away and abusing herself. She couldn't get 'it' out of her mind. 

****

The school year ended, all too soon for Miranda. It marked the end of regular employment for her, as Mr. Pendergrass was now recovered, and had made no secret of the fact he expected his job back. It also ended her association with Michael, such as it was. She still occasionally brought herself off to mental images of what his cock might look like, but not seeing him several times a week made him gradually fade from the forefront of her mind. 

Summer had just begun, and Miranda had altered her routine, which meant more workout time, letting her take longer rides on her bike. She was now a pretty avid rider, and had invested in an ultra-light carbon fiber bike. Then there was her attire. Think 'Tour de France' meets Victoria's Secret. Pink and black, styled in a way that made her already mind-blowing curves look even more spectacular. 

She was still several miles from home, on the second half of a thirty mile ride. It was hot and she was sweating profusely, but that was part the allure for her. She liked feeling the cooling effect of her sweat evaporating, especially the way it made her nipples tingle. 

She heard the car approaching from behind, expecting it to swing out and pass her, but it slowed. 

"Holy shit, will you look at the ass on her!" the anonymous voice called out. "Hey baby, maybe you'd like to ride me like that? I'll give you plenty of exercise!" 

Miranda didn't look at the car. She just kept her legs moving, powering over the top of the hill that had slowed her down and allowed the car to draw as close as it had. On the downslope, she geared up, and flew around the twisting curves, pulling away from her audience. The breeze blew through the wide open zipper of her top teasing her nipples into even more abrupt points than they had been. 

The car caught up, pulling even with her this time. 


Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 01



"Jeez, she's got some big ole' titties, too," the voice added. 

"Wait... Hey guys, shut up!" a second voice said, lost in the catcalls and adolescent bravado. "Seriously. Shut up! I mean it!" more forcefully this time. It sounded vaguely familiar. 

"Ms. Walker? Is that you?" 

Hearing her called by name made her look. There were four young guys in the car, and Michael's face peered out from the passenger side of the back seat. He was smiling. 

"Michael!" she gasped, smiling back. "How are you?!" Her attention was divided between the conversation and keeping her bike on the road. 

"Great! You're looking good, as usual..." he answered. Before the words were even out, he wondered what he was doing. She was his teacher. Actually, she was his teacher, as in past tense, but he still felt a little weird, complimenting her like this, no matter how true it was. He was very glad to be wearing sunglasses, because his eyes were roving all over her body, beyond his control. The skin-tight spandex did little to camouflage her rock-hard body, and since it was sweat soaked, the dark tones of her skin showed through. 

His words didn't go unnoticed by Miranda, and her mind immediately rewound to school. She hadn't dressed provocatively, but her curves could make a burlap sack look sexy, and he was a teenage guy, so it made sense that her body might have been the subject of a few fantasies. 

Speaking of fantasies, she was having one now. Her clit was being crushed against the firm leather of the bike seat, and seeing Michael again had reminded her about the potential pleasure tool between his legs. Adrenaline, endorphins and sexual tension overpowered common sense. 

"Hey Michael..." she began, avoiding a pothole. She put her hand on the roof of the car as they rolled along together. "I'm going to be another hour or so, before I get home, and I want to have a shower, obviously," she fanned herself symbolically, "but I'd love to meet you later to talk. How about five o'clock?" 

"Um, sure. Where?" he replied, a bit surprised. 

She suggested a pizza place near her home, and he agreed. Before the car was out of earshot, she heard one of them comment. 

"Dude! You just got asked on a date by your hot teacher! She is smokin'..." 

Miranda suddenly wanted to keep riding, right past her house and out of the country, never to be seen again. What the hell did you just do?she asked herself. For the rest of the ride home, she tried to answer that question, but her mind kept drifting. The constant pressure on her clit didn't help any, and by the time she had hung her bike up in the garage at her house, she was in desperate need of relief. 

She unzipped her top as she walked in. Shoes were removed quickly, and she peeled both her industrial-strength sports bra and shorts off quickly. Naked in her kitchen, she leaned back against the counter and started to masturbate furiously, cumming quickly. She did it again in the shower a few minutes later, but still felt frustrated. 

That frustration played a part in her wardrobe choice for that night. Her inner cougar took over, and she dressed for the hunt. A black skirt, snug and stretchy, stopped just above her knee. Dark, stay-up stockings and a thong went under it. Up top, her very best Victoria's Secret bra matched the thong, cradling and presenting her huge breasts for admiring glances from all. A thin, red cashmere sweater, with a deep 'V' neckline, hugged her curvy chest, and four inch heels finished the look. 

Miranda arrived at the restaurant early, happy to find Michael already there, which to her showed he was excited to see her. The look on his face made that even more obvious. 

"Whoa, Ms. Walker! You look fantastic!" he exclaimed. She noted with satisfaction that his eyes had great difficulty pulling away from her cleavage, but he was smart enough not to stare too much. 

They walked into the restaurant. It was still early for dinner, and pretty quiet inside, giving them their choice of tables. She steered him towards one in a back corner, where they would have some privacy. Walking in front of him, she could practically feel his eyes on her ass, and when he pulled her chair out gallantly, he put his hand on her lower back. The contact made her shiver. By the time he made it around the table, she was positioned for maximum effect. 

Resting her chest on the edge of the table, she put her elbows on the surface as well. She put her chin on the backs of her hands, and squeezed her elbows together, enhancing her surgically augmented cleavage. He never had a chance. 

As he sat, his eyes landed right where she had directed them; on the carefully crafted display of feminine flesh that showed in the neckline of her sweater. He tried to start the conversation, but his mouth was suddenly full of cotton. 

Hook, line, and sinker,she thought, sitting back. 

The dinner actually went quite enjoyably. They had compatible tastes in pizza, which was convenient, and once Michael recovered from his initial shock at seeing her fabulous cleavage, the conversation was nice. She had played with her prey for long enough. 

"So, Michael, are you seeing anyone special now?" she probed. 

"No, Ms. Walker..." 

"Please..." she interrupted him, "... we're no longer at school, you're an adult, and I'm not your teacher anymore, so I think it's time you called me Miranda."

"Miranda? That's a very pretty name." 

"Thank you, Michael. So, you were saying?" she asked again. 

"Oh, right... No, I'm not seeing anyone, Miranda," he replied. "My, uh... situation... hasn't changed." 

"I remember our conversation," she whispered, leaning forward again. "I'm sorry you haven't found someone to... solve... your problem. Then again, maybe you have, and just don't know it yet. When's the last time you asked a girl out?" 

"Why bother?" he said glumly. "Like I said before, everyone at school knows about me, and all the girls are afraid of me. I figured I'd wait until I start college in the fall." 

"You've asked everyone?" she asked, leading him right where she wanted him. "I don't think you asked everyone." 

"Who'd I miss? They'd just say no, anyway." 

"Well," she smiled, "how about me? You didn't ask me, and if you did, I promise you... I wouldn't say no." She smiled again, and arched her eyebrows. 

Michael didn't answer. 

"Michael, I'm serious. You have a grown man's, um,... equipment , shall we say? You need to stop trying to use it on girls who aren't built to handle... Uh, something that big."

"Ms. Walker?" he finally replied, forgetting to call her by her first name, "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" 

"Yes, Michael," she whispered, trailing her fingertips across her chest suggestively. "I want to take you home and have sex with you. Would you like that, Michael? Would you like to fuck a real woman, who will fuck you back?" 

"Yes Ma'am! I mean, yes Miranda!" 

"Good," she laughed, "so let's finish dinner and get out of here!" 

Now that he knew what was ahead, he made less of an effort to avert his eyes, and she liked it. 

"Michael," she whispered, "I can't help but notice that you seem to be looking at my breasts a lot. Am I to assume that you like the way they look?" 

"Oh yes, Miranda! They look fabulous. I've always thought that you are beautiful, since the first day you walked into the class!" 

"Thank you, Michael," Miranda said, smiling. "I think we're going to have fun together." 

With the meal complete, they made their way back to Miranda's house, and were finally alone, face to face, in her kitchen. 

Miranda's eyes took in Michael's body hungrily. He was over six feet tall, probably about two hundred pounds of lean athletic muscle, and quite handsome. His blonde hair and blue eyes completed the package. And then there was his package. 

She could see how nervous he was, so she stepped forward, moving within range of his strong arms. 

"Michael," she whispered, touching him on the shoulder as she moved closer, gently pressing her breasts into his chest, "I'm going to teach you how to please a woman. Are you ready to learn?" He nodded, still nervous. "Then kiss me." 

She could feel him shaking as he took her in his arms, and his lips were quivering when they made contact with hers, but he did pretty well. It didn't light a fire in her loins, but was a good starting point. About five minutes of experimentation and direction later, he was no longer nervous, and now, he was getting to her, nibbling at her soft, pouty lips and tongue wrestling like a veteran. She pulled back, breathing hard. His arms were around her, but hadn't strayed from her back. 

"Touch me. Use your hands to claim my body," Miranda suggested. 

"Where should I touch you?" he asked. "Any suggestions?" 

"Use your imagination. I'm sure that you want to touch me, so do it. Remember, a woman's body is very sensitive, so you can touch, but don't grab. You'll know what I like by my reaction." She kissed him again, and felt his hands begin to wander, one moving down to gently caress the firm flesh of her behind. The other moved up, surprising her by passing her chest on the way to softly stroke her face and neck. She moaned when his fingers touched her throat, and he kept it up, stimulating one of her favourite erogenous zones. When he replaced his fingers with his lips, she gasped and moaned louder, getting louder still when his free hand finally began to fondle her breasts. 

"Mmmm," Miranda moaned as his hand caressed her full globes. "That's nice. You're doing very well. I hope you don't mind, but I need to check something." She cupped her hand over the crotch of his jeans. "Oh my!" She dropped to her knees, feeling the heat through the fabric. Her fingers grasped the little tab and levered his zipper down, before unsnapping the top button. She tugged his pants down, and stared at the gigantic bulge in Michael's underwear. 

Miranda licked her lips unconsciously, and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his shorts, peeling them slowly over his hips. Her eyes widened as his flesh came into view. His monstrous member hung heavily between his legs. 

"Holy shit!" Miranda gasped. The massive chunk of man-meat that she now gazed at took her breath away. It was about as thick as a coke can and nearly a foot long. And it wasn't even fully erect. 

Like a horse, she thought, horses should be so lucky, but now I know why the high school girls were scared of him. He'd split them wide open. Hell, he might split me wide open, but I'm sure as hell gonna let him try! 

She couldn't even come close to getting her hand around it. It goes without saying that she couldn't get much of it in her mouth, but she did give it a couple of long licks. Michael shuddered, and Miranda looked up at him as she rubbed her face against it. 

"I owe you an apology, Michael. I have to admit, I thought you were exaggerating when you told me your story, but now I can see you were telling the truth." She kissed his cockhead, then managed to get it into her mouth. It felt like she was trying to swallow an extra-large egg whole. 

People always assume that black women can suck big cocks, because they believe that all black guys have big cocks. Wrong, and wrong. Sure, Miranda had the typically wide mouth and full pouty lips that so many African American women have, but that's about where the stereotype falls flat. Besides, this kid's dick was about as big as anything she had ever heard of. 

She couldn't get more than three inches of this monster past her lips, so blowjobs were out of the question. She pulled it out of her mouth, and it made a popping sound that made her laugh. 

"Why don't we take this to the bedroom," she giggled, leading him by the cock, down the hall and into her boudoir. She sat him down on the bed. 

Miranda stepped back, and kicked off her high heels. She turned her back to Michael, and reached behind to unzip her skirt, wiggling her butt at him. He helped slide the skirt over her hips, revealing the smooth skin beneath, which he then caressed softly at her request. 

"Do you like my ass?" she asked, rhetorically, as the expression on his face answered for him. "I have ridden my bike hundreds of miles, just so my ass would be as hard and strong as it is." She turned back to face him, and put one foot on the bed next to him, bringing him face to thong with her crotch. 

"Roll my stocking down, please," she whispered, watching his eyes as he did. His hands brushed gently along her thigh, starting at the top, just inches from the red satin that covered her pussy, and moving slowly down her shapely leg. With one leg complete, she shifted position, bringing the other up for similar treatment. 

Miranda was pleased to see Michael take some initiative, as this time, his hands worshipped her leg while he rolled the stocking down. Her kissed her on the inner thigh, and rubbed his face across her thong. He inhaled her scent, and caressed her thigh and bum, driving her crazy. 

She reached down, grabbed the bottom of her sweater, and peeled it off over her head. Michael froze, staring up at Miranda's breasts, and while he watched in awe, she slipped her arms free of the straps and rolled the cups down, exposing her magnificent chest to him for the first time. His lips moved to suckle her, as though with a mind of their own, and his hands joined in, reverently feeling the weight and density of her globes. 

Miranda held his head as he sucked her nipples lovingly, moaning softly at the delightful sensation. Part of her wanted to let him continue, but her pussy was drooling for his massive cock to stretch it open fully, so she interrupted his actions, just long enough to discard her thong, and retrieve a tube of lubricant from the bedside table drawer. 

Miranda took the lubricant, and squeezed a huge gob of it onto the plum-sized head of Michael's cock. She spread it, using both hands, all over the giant schlong, and wiped the excess on her own soon-to-be violated sex. Then she laid him back on the edge of the bed, and looked down at him, straddling his hips. 

"Okay Michael... It's time to put this big dick of yours where it was meant to be. Are you ready?" she asked, holding his shaft in position. 

Michael nodded, and looked at Miranda's slick, wide-open pussy. He was about to fuck his teacher, and hopefully get to stick more than the head of his dick into a cunt for the first time. It wasn't for lack of trying, or lack of opportunity. A few of the sluttier girls in school had quite eagerly tried to stuff his ginormous pole up their well used holes, only to admit defeat after a few inches of penetration. 

She put his cock in position, and pressed down gently. The head slipped in easily, but that was the narrowest part of his dick. Miranda moaned and blew out a long slow breath, and eased down further. Her pussy yielded, stretching open to admit more of his hard shaft. He looked down to see that a little more than half of his monstrous appendage had disappeared into her. Her hand patted his chest. He looked back up to her face, to see an expression of pain, mixed with pleasure. 

"Hold... it there... for a... second," she panted. "Damn, you are so fucking big! My pussy is so full, but I like it!"

Michael was over the moon. No one had ever let him get this far, and the rippling grip of Miranda's cunt on his cock was better than he could possibly have hoped. 

"Oh!... Nuhn!... Fuck!... AHHHHHN!... FUCK!... OH GOD, YES!" she shrieked, dropping more, until another few inches of his baseball bat found a good home. Miranda screamed in pain, but continued until she hit bottom, crushing his cock deep against her cervix. 

"MOTHER... FUCKER!" Miranda screamed. Michael watched her arch her back and shudder hard, making her huge tits quiver before his eyes. "AIYEEEEHUHN! MMMMNYAHHHN!... OH... MY... GODDDD!... FUCK!"

Michael looked down at Miranda's pussy, which had managed to accommodate almost all of his cock, leaving only one of his eleven inches out in the cold. 

Miranda lifted her hips a few inches, and felt like she was turning inside out, the way you would remove a rubber glove, but she kept going, then reversed and dropped back down onto his telephone pole. She put her hand on her belly, and could feel the massive intruder make it bulge out with each incredibly deep stroke. Now that she was truly fucking him, his shaft was grinding back and forth across her g-spot, as well as her clit, a recipe that had always spelled O-R-G-A-S-M in the past. She was becoming accustomed to his size, and the pain was subsiding, being replaced with the familiar warm tingle that she loved so much. And suddenly, it was on her. 

She screeched, an unintelligible, guttural, animalistic scream of joy, as she came. Michael didn't think she could get any tighter, stuffed full as she was, but her cunt gripped his cock like a vise when her orgasm hit. Her eyes literally rolled back, before they closed, screwed shut in ecstatic agony, as she arched and twisted her torso. 

Michael held onto her wrists, keeping her from falling off him and the bed during the shuddering spasms that wracked her body. The sight of her big tits rolling like waves of liquid sensuality across her chest was adding fuel to the fire of his first true vaginal penetration. He had developed a thing for Miranda's breasts, even before he got to see them in all their glory. 

Even though the blur of her own orgasm, Miranda could see that Michael was battling to hold out, but she wanted it. She wanted to feel him cum in her pussy, to feel his hot juices scalding her insides. 

"Please... Cum in me! Give me all of it!" she directed. Hardly had she finished speaking when she felt his cock flex, swelling even thicker, if that was possible, and he started spurting deep inside her cunt. His cock filled her so completely that there was nowhere for his prodigious load of semen to go. She felt the pressure building, and almost immediately his cum started to trickle and squirt out of her. 

Michael grunted as he kept cumming inside her. She felt the heat, and watched the joy wash across his face as he finished squirting way up inside her. 

Miranda leaned down, resting her huge boobs on his chest, while she tried to catch her breath. She kissed him softly, and felt his wilting dick slide out of her gaping pussy, followed by a flood of his creamy cum. She immediately sat up and grabbed his cock, which was almost flaccid by now. Even soft it would be quite a mouthful, but she wanted to taste him, so she licked him clean, and gobbled him down quickly. 

Michael was 19, and had a 19 year old's libido, so Miranda soon found herself with a mouthful of rapidly recovering erection, which threatened to dislocate her jaw. She withdrew, and watched it inflate to its full, impressive dimensions while she stroked it. She looked up at Michael and smiled, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs wide. 

"Okay, stud... I'm all yours. Get to it! Fuck me!" She was more than adequately lubricated by his copious load of jism, so when he pressed into her, it slid smoothly all the way in. It still hurt, but now it was a good hurt. 

"Oh god, you're going to ruin me for life!" she laughed, hooking her legs up around his hips and surrendering completely to his desires. Despite the fact that her pussy was being invaded by a cock nearly as big as her forearm, pleasure had replaced pain, and she wanted more of it. 

"That's it, baby," she sighed, "give me that giant dick!" Michael started to pound into her, rising up on his arms so he could watch her breasts move in response to his strokes. She saw his eyes, and squeezed her arms closer, corralling the quivering flesh to tease him. 

Damn, she thought, this kid learns fast. Now that he's found someone to use it on, he sure knows how to use his big dick. Maybe he has a future in porn, or maybe...




Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 01



She decided to finish that train of thought later, when she wasn't being fucked senseless by the aforementioned big dick. Being a biology teacher, Miranda knew her pussy was numb, allowing him to fuck her as hard as he currently was, but she was feeling the warm tingle that always preceded orgasm. 

"Michael..." she panted, "... You're going to...make me cum!" Sweat dripped off his body, mixing with her own, adding to the sensual cocktail of smells, sounds and sensations that filled the room. She felt it... 

"Oh my god, ohmygod, ohmygod, OHMYGOD! OH YES! FUCK ME WILBUR! I'M CUMMMMMING!" She heard herself screaming, lost in the rapturous bliss of her orgasm, but didn't know where that came from. Then she heard Michael laughing. It took a while for oxygen to be replenished, but she tried to apologize. 

"I'm so... sorry... Michael. I... shouldn't... have said... that." 

Michael was laying gently on top of her, smiling. He leaned in and kissed her, and she immediately knew he wasn't angry with her. The kiss was soft, yet passionate, and she returned it in kind. Finally, he pulled back, looking deep into her eyes. 

"I'm sorry," she repeated. 

"Don't be... From you, it's not a negative. It's actually kind of cute, like a pet name." He shifted his hips, reminding her that she still had the full, massive length of his cock buried in her pussy. 

"Oh fuck, I can't believe that monster of yours actually fits inside me," she whispered. 

"I can't tell you happy I am that it does. I thought I was going to die a virtual virgin," he replied, kissing her again. "To think I might never have met you at all, if it wasn't for Mr. Pendergrass, or rather, his accident." 

"Well, I hate to say this, but... would you mind removing your giant dick from my pussy, just for a few minutes? I need to go pee." Michael laughed, and pulled out, laughing again when he heard the wet 'pop' that echoed through the room. Miranda's cunt yawned open like a dark cave, and she raced out of the room, disappearing into the bathroom. Michael flopped down on his back, and pulled the covers over himself. 

Miranda was back, standing a few feet away from the bed, stretching like a very sexy, very curvy cat. She slipped into the bed beside him, and tucked under his arm, cuddling close. They laid there silently, but Miranda's mind was running on overdrive, trying to finish the plans she started a few minutes earlier, before he made her cum again. At last, she had it figured out. 

"Michael, may I ask you a question?" 

"Of course. Ask away," he answered, turning slightly to face her. 

"Based on your reactions," she said quietly, "I assume you enjoyed what we just did. Am I correct?" 

"Best time of my life," he replied, smiling widely 

"Something you'd like to repeat, I hope?" she smiled back. 

"Absolutely. As often as possible," he giggled, pulling her up to kiss her. "I'm hooked." 

Okay... So far, so good, she thought. Next big question. 

"If the opportunity presented itself," she began, "would you consider doing it with other women like me?" 

A puzzled look crossed his face. "What do you mean?" 

"Would you like to fuck more women like me? What I mean is, rather than girls. Grown women. I'll bet there are plenty of other women who would very much like to get fucked by that giant cock of yours. Would you like me to introduce you to them?" she said quietly. 

Michael's mouth opened, but nothing came out. He seemed to be considering his words carefully, but eventually gave up, and said just two. 

"Yes. How?" 

Miranda told him. 

"So, this is my summer job?" he laughed. "Will we still get to play?" 

"You better believe we'll get to play, but save some energy for your 'job'," she winked. "I'll get to work on your first assignment tomorrow. Until then, I think we have more training to do." She opened her arms and welcomed him in with a kiss. 

A few minutes later, Miranda was screeching again, cumming repeatedly as Michael speared her doggy style. He had both hands on her rock hard ass, pulling her back to meet every stroke. This was his new favourite position, with his new favourite partner. He loved watching his giant shaft splitting her pussy wide open each time he pressed in. He was giving her his full length each time, slamming into her. 

She now had her face buried in the pillows, screaming herself hoarse. Since Michael's was the biggest... anything... that had ever been inside her dripping snatch, it is obvious that the sensations she was experiencing were brand new, and remarkable. If this was what their new 'clients' could expect, women would be lined up around the block to sample Michael's giant pleasure probe. He'd be very busy, very happy, and they'd make a fortune. 

Michael gave her a final few strokes, then pulled out abruptly. Miranda suddenly felt very empty. She rolled on her hip, turning over to see him jerking his cock. He aimed it at her, and she hurriedly moved into position to let him cum on her tits, making it just in time. 

Ropes of hot cum exploded from his dick, in a load that matched the size of it. Four... Five... Six thick spurts of white goo landed across her chest, and she couldn't resist playing with it, spreading it all over her big tits, before she licked her fingers clean. 

Later that evening, after a much needed shower, they were snuggled together in bed, talking about their new 'business' venture. 

"Tomorrow, I'll find you some condoms that will fit you. I think we can continue our relationship bareback, but, if you're going to be as busy as I think you are, you're going to need protection. I have a few ideas for who your first client will be. If we get the right ones early, we won't need to look for any more, because they'll talk, and women will be calling us, begging for an appointment." She looked at the bedside clock. "When do you need to be home? We don't need to have your parents on our back. Somehow, I don't think they'd understand." 

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he said glumly, "but I don't want to go. I never want this to end." 

"Oh, baby," Miranda whispered, stroking his face lovingly, "you have nothing to worry about. You're my man, now, and we're going to be lovers for a very long time, if that's what you want. We should probably keep it to ourselves for now, but you'll be spending a lot of time in my bed." 

About ten minutes later, they were kissing by her front door. He was still reluctant to go, but she had managed to get him to dress and go this far. She opened the door, and he stepped out. 

"Call me in the morning, baby, and we'll figure out a time to get together. I'll need my daily fix," she smiled, dropping her eyes to his crotch. 

"Okay," he answered, leaning in for one more kiss. It was a very good kiss, and part of her wanted to drag him back inside and fuck him again, but she was sore, and needed to be strong for both of them. 

The next morning, Miranda woke up and checked her phone, finding no less than four messages from Michael. Their content was what you'd expect from someone eager to have sex again, as soon as possible. She messaged him back, telling him she missed him, which was true, and suggesting they meet for lunch. He messaged back, suggesting something more than merely lunch, but Miranda's will won out. She had people to see, to get things rolling for Michael's summer job. 

She met him for lunch, managing to fend off his advances for the time being, and appeasing him with a very sexy kiss that almost backfired, getting her own juices going. She left him, pouting and giving her the puppy dog eyes, with a time to meet at her place. 

When she pulled into her driveway, Michael was there, waiting patiently, but obviously not so patient. Miranda smiled, and greeted him with a kiss, and a gift. 

"Got you some raincoats, and a date for tomorrow afternoon," she laughed, tossing him the box of extra large condoms. "Since I assume you've not used them before, given that anything you could get at a drug store would fit about as well as an elephant fits in a phonebooth, I suggest you let me put one of those on you and then fuck me silly. Does that sound like a good idea?"

Michael was naked before the question finished echoing across the room. When she caught up with him, he was sitting on the bed, waiting for her and stroking his monster to maximum size. Miranda tossed her bra on the floor, fished one of the prophylactics out of the box, and tore open the wrapper with her teeth. She rolled it down over his cock, amazed it actually fit without making his dick turn purple. Satisfied, she laid back and spread her legs. 

"Perhaps a little tongue action before we get down to condom testing?" she asked, smiling at him. 

"Oh yes, I thought you'd never ask!" Michael replied, virtually leaping across the bed to take his position between her thighs. He settled in, his face mere inches from her pussy. Miranda used two fingers to open her juicy labia, exposing the bright pink interior to his appreciative gaze. She had been gooey ever since their parting kiss at lunch, and she was anxious to feel his tongue probing her most intimate folds. 

Okay... This kid may not have been able to use his huge dick on any of his high-school sweethearts, but either he was the world's quickest study, or he had munched his fair share of co-ed pussy. Within minutes, he had her climbing the walls, on the verge of an orgasm. 

"Oh fuck, yes, lick me, baby! It's so good!" she hissed, feeling the waves approaching the shore. "My clit, baby... Suck on my clit!" 

Michael took the hint, getting a lip-lock on her prominent pink pearl, and sucking hard. 

Miranda peaked, grabbing his head and pulling his face deeper into her cunt. She screamed, arched her back and locked her thighs around his head as well, as her pussy gushed her juices into his receptive mouth. The tide subsided, and her body relaxed, allowing him to breath again, while he cleaned up the residue from her now engorged lips. 

"All righty then," she gasped, "so I don't need to show you how to lick pussy! Your clients are going to love that!" He moved up her body, pausing to flick his tongue over her stiff nipples, before kissing her gently. She reached down and guided his cock into her, relishing the feel of that giant tool stretching her yet again. It was easier each time, pain turning to pleasure quickly. 

"Uhn!... and that... They're going to love that, too!" Michael laughed, and started to shaft her gently. 

Twenty minutes, three more orgasms and two positions later, Michael grunted, gritted his teeth, and filled up the condom. Miranda really preferred to feel his hot cum bathing her inside, and they wouldn't be using rubbers in the future, but, this was a practice run. 

"So, tomorrow afternoon," Miranda said, when they were cuddling later, "you go to the address I gave you. There you'll meet Ashley Lewis, a friend of mine from college. who lost her husband two years ago. She will give you some ridiculously simple odd job to do... whether you do it or not is up to the two of you... and then you, uh, take care of her needs. Do her just like you did me... not because she's my friend, but because she has several well-to-do friends who she'll refer you to if she's pleased. Don't worry about the money. I'll take care of that, you just concentrate on making her scream." Michael looked a little nervous. "What's up?" she asked. 

"I just hope I don't screw up, no pun intended. What if I, you know... can't?" he answered. 

"I don't think that will be a problem. You'll like Ashley. She's right up your alley. Her tits are almost as big as mine." 

"Yeah, but it was easier with you, because I... I... I always liked you," he admitted, falling just short of revealing his true feelings. 

"Thank you, Michael... but you really need not worry. I'm sure you'll do fine. I want to hear all the details when you get back. Meet me here when you're done."

***

The next afternoon, Miranda sent him off to Ashley's, three condoms in his pocket. She gave him a little pep talk. 

"Okay baby, just relax, enjoy yourself, and be you. Everything will be fine. I think all your buddies would kill to trade places with you, getting to fuck all the MILFs you want, so have fun. Go fuck her lights out!" 

Three hours later, Michael was back, walking in the door with a huge smile on his face. Miranda was on the phone, and she smiled back when she saw him, gesturing for him to be quiet. 

"... Yeah, I know..." she said into the phone, "... I told you he was good... Yes, and big!... Really? Well okay, I'll put that on the schedule... Thanks, Ash... Goodbye." She put the phone down, and turned to Michael, who was sitting there, and looked ready to burst, he was so excited. 

"I'm sure you figured out who that was. You made quite an impression. She wants you to 'help her out around the house' same time every week, for the foreseeable future. You're a hit! I'm sure she's on the phone right now, blabbing to all her friends. She never could keep anything good a secret. Tell me all about it."

Michael took a deep breath and started. 

"You were right, about everything. Thank you!" He paused, smiling again. "Okay, so I get there, and knock on the door. I'm nearly ready to shit, I'm so nervous, but the door opens, and there's this pretty blonde lady. You didn't tell me what to expect, other than that she had big boobs, which you were right about, of course. She was dressed nice ; shorts and a tank top. We introduce ourselves, she offers me something to drink, and we sit down to discuss what job she needs help with. Really nothing, except for some light bulbs that need changing on her chandelier." Miranda was listening closely. 

"So, I'm up on the ladder, changing the bulbs, and she's holding the ladder and handing me the new bulbs. I'm done, and still on the ladder, when she puts her hand up the leg of my shorts, and grabs my cock through my underwear. She says something about you being right, and helps me down off the ladder. The next thing I know, my shorts and underwear are around my ankles, and she's on her knees, sucking my cock!"

Michael looked over at Miranda, and she was smiling. Her left hand was gently rubbing between her legs. 

"Please, continue," she said making no effort to conceal her arousal. 

"I had been still pretty freaked out about what was going to happen, so my dick had been soft, until she started sucking me. No way I wasn't going to react to that, and she had to give up pretty fast when it started to get hard, but she kept stroking me until I was like a rock. She just looked up at me, giggled, and told me to follow her."

Miranda had this mental picture of her old college friend trying to suck Michael's cock, and it made her increase the motion of her hand on her clit. 

"I follow her up the stairs, and she's giving me this super-sexy wiggle going up. She's got a nice ass. Not as nice as yours," he said, watching her fingers between her legs, "but not fat. We go into her bedroom, and she tells me to get naked, which is easy since I'm already halfway. She comes over and starts running her hands all over me, moaning and making little happy noises. Then she stops, and stands in front of me, and tells me to kiss her." He looked at Miranda. 

"I knew I was going to fuck her, but I never thought about kissing. Seemed weird, because I really like kissing you, but I knew I had to do what she asked. So... I just pretended she was you." 

Miranda felt that. It tugged at her heart. 

"I kissed her like we do it, and took her in my arms. I kissed her neck, and fondled her tits, and she loved it. I pulled her top up, and that's when she stopped me. She made me sit on the bed, and stripped for me, pushing her boobs in my face, and her ass, too, when she bent over to take off her panties. Then, when we were both naked, she pulled the covers back and climbed into bed, patting the spot beside her, and we started necking again."

Miranda's nipples were standing straight up now, making two tents in the fabric of her t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, or panties for that matter, and the fingers that had been massaging her clit were now dipping under her shorts to make more direct contact. 

"After a few minutes of kissing, I started to head south, sucking her nipples for a while, then going further down, until I was right by her pussy. She shaves, too, and she smelled really good, so I just started to eat her out like crazy, and she went nuts, yelling and screaming while she squirmed all over the place. I kept licking her until she came, then I got up, and put my rubber on. She wanted to be on top first, so I laid down and let her take over. It took her about ten minutes to get my dick up her cunt, but she did it, and she had, oh... let's say, something like six... massive orgasms, and then dropped on my chest, passed out. I thought I killed her! I mean, she's old, right?"

"Hey! Watch it you... Whippersnapper!" she giggled having taken his bait. 

That did it... Miranda couldn't take any more. She needed to get fucked. Now. She grabbed Michael's hand and dragged him into the bedroom. Once there, she ripped her shirt off over her head, and shimmied out of her shorts, pushed him onto his back, pulled his shorts down, and grabbed his cock. She pumped it until it was hard, then climbed aboard, groaning loudly as her dripping pussy slowly slid down until it was full. 

"Oh god, that's better," she moaned, "I needed this." She started to slowly undulate her hips, grinding her overstuffed cunt on his pole. "Go ahead, finish your story. I'm listening." 

"It feels like you're fucking me," he laughed. 

"I'm multi-tasking! We women do that all the time," she giggled, increasing her pace. 

"Okay... so... after she passed out, I held her in bed until she woke up, then she wanted me to do her doggy style, so I..." 

"Hold that thought!... Cumming now!" Miranda threw her head back and shuddered violently, gasping for breath. It wasn't a huge orgasm, so she recovered quickly, and when she looked down at Michael, he was smiling. 

"No more multi-tasking?" he teased. 

"Orgasms reset the system, but I was listening," she said, lifting off his cock and positioning herself on all fours. She wiggled her ass at him. "She wanted you to do her like this, and...?" 

Michael gave up trying to match wits with her, and merely hustled over behind her, putting his big dick where it was happiest, deep into Miranda's juicy pussy. She groaned again. 

"Oh yes, that's it, " she hissed as Michael's huge erection filled her. " Don't tell me, just show me what you did to Ashley. Did you cum inside her? "

"No. She said she wanted to feel like... how did she put it? Oh yeah... a 'wanton slut'... and she asked me to cum on her face." 

"Then that's what I want. Do me just like you did to her." Wanton slut sounded great right now, and might have been an accurate description. 

Michael put the narrative on hold, and began to fuck his darling teacher / business partner with long, hard strokes, slamming into her receptive cunt furiously. It wasn't long before Miranda was screeching like a banshee, cumming repeatedly, or continually, he couldn't tell. Her pussy was awash, and froth began to accumulate around his shaft. It would come in handy in a minute or two. 

Miranda's arms gave out under his onslaught, so her face and ample chest were pressed flat into the bed, but her ass stayed high. Suddenly, Michael pulled out, and rolled her onto her back, moving up to straddle her chest. He rested his pole in the gap between her big tits, and looked into her eyes. 

"Why Ashley, you are a bad girl, aren't you?" she giggled, pressing her boobs tightly around his gooey cock. 

He had done this before, as there were a few girls in high school who had let him fuck their tits when fucking their pussies was out of the question. None of them had nearly the same 'qualifications' as either Ashley or Miranda, and he loved the full softness of the fleshy tunnel she created for his pleasure. He fucked her tits smoothly, watching Miranda playfully lick the head of his long shaft each time it emerged from the top of her cleavage. Visually, it was like watching a virtual-reality porn movie, and the sensations soon brought him to the edge. He pulled back, aimed and started to stroke himself to a finish. 




Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 01



Miranda's eyes lit up, and she extended her tongue, opening wide to receive his yummy sap. A jet of cum arced out, landing in a wet stripe that went from her cheek, across her nose, and up her forehead, finishing in her dark, curly hair. Her tongue was reaching out, desperately trying to gather some of his tasty jizz, and the next two shots landed right on it. Michael watched his Sweetheart's face being coated in his goo, and groaned at the image, so hot it made him cum harder. By the time he was finished, she was a glazed donut, but amazingly, other than a few small globs that clung erotically to her left eyelashes, she was able to look up at him without cum in her sexy eyes. She smiled, and licked her lips, cleaning them before scooping more into her mouth with her fingers. 

Michael flopped down beside her, watching her eagerly consume as much of his cum as she could scrape up. It was the second time today he'd watched a woman treat his juices like they were the solution to a thirst that had been unsated for eons. The contrast between Miranda's dark skin and his translucent white semen made her look even more slutty than Ashley had doing the same thing. Eventually, she got it all, except for the bits in her hair. She turned toward him, and smiled. 

"You did that to my friend?" she asked, grinning lasciviously. He nodded. "She's gotten kinky since school. Little wonder she wants you to fuck her every Tuesday at two. We'll just let her do her thing. If she's as good at spreading the word as she is at spreading her legs, you are going to be very busy, fucking every rich MILF in town."

"She gave me fifty bucks, too," he laughed, thinking he'd done well. 

"Really? Well that's just a tip. She'd already transferred two hundred to my account, of which one-twenty-five is yours. I'm administration ; you're the talent." 

"You're my pimp?" he laughed. 

"Please! I prefer Madam," she giggled, rolling toward him and kissing him softly. "Or maybe girlfriend would be better. I'd prefer that more." 

"Me too," he whispered, kissing back. "Beautiful, brilliant, sexy, industrious girlfriend." He suddenly heard her previous comment again. "Wait... You mean I just made a hundred and seventy five bucks today? Just for having sex with someone I would have fucked for free?" Oops, that didn't come out the way he meant it to. "I mean, if you weren't around, and I met her, and..." he babbled trying to explain. 

"It's okay, baby. I get what you meant. Ashley is pretty, isn't she? And a very good kisser." 

"WHAT?!" he exclaimed. She looked a little sheepish. "You mean, you and her? Together? In bed? Oh man! That I'd, like to see!" 

"Well, maybe someday." She noticed that his dick was getting bigger, and starting to stand up again. "Jeez, you young guys are so easy. One mention of a little lesbian relationship, and it's instant erection! Just what I needed. Come on, baby, my pussy's getting lonely." She opened her arms, and spread her legs, welcoming him inside. 

This was going to be some relationship. She was beginning to feel something more than just lust for this guy. 

The next morning, Miranda's phone blew up. No fewer than eleven women wanted a piece of her boyfriend, and this was only day one. More specifically, they wanted one particular piece of him. 

She'd better get him some more condoms. And maybe some Viagra.



Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 02



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"Yes Ma'am,... That's right, he is.... She told you about him?... Of course, when would you like him to come over?... No, I'm afraid next Wednesday at 2 is booked, but he's available later that day.... Oh, I see, well we don't want your husband to be there, do we? How about Monday at that time?" Miranda replied. This was the tenth appointment she'd booked today. Word about Michael was making the rounds fast. 

"Yes Ma'am, the fee is $200 for two hours.... Yes, I would say, in my personal experience, he is worth every penny.... Of course, he'll see you then. Goodbye." She rubbed her ear, itching it with her fingertip. She might need to invest in a headset if this kept up, but she could certainly afford it. 

She walked into her bedroom, where Michael was snoring away, getting some much needed rest. In the two weeks since he'd started his 'summer job', he'd serviced some twenty-five different women, for a total of twenty-nine appointments, meaning there were four repeat customers already. Five, if she counted herself. It's a good thing he was a strong, young man, with an insatiable libido, because Miranda was getting some nearly every day as well, putting his count in the forties. She'd even started paying for it herself, although at a significant discount off the 'retail' rate. 

"Hey baby," she whispered, kissing him softly on the lips. He stirred, and opened his eyes, smiling when he saw Miranda's pretty face. He kissed her back, and gave her a quick grope for good measure. 

"Is it that time already?" he asked, stretching and rubbing his eyes. 

"I'm afraid so. Mrs. Martinez at ten. Then you need to get some lunch, before you go see Ashley again at two." This would be her college friend's fourth time with Michael, and the second for Mrs. Martinez, a slightly plump, Hispanic, clothing store owner, who was married, hence the ten a.m. appointment. 

Michael sprang out of bed, eager to start his day. 

"Ooooooo, Mrs. Martinez.... she's fun. She yells in Spanish, and everything is 'Ai, ai, ai'. Her boobs really bounce!" 

"So you've told me," Miranda laughed, jiggling her own breasts at him. "You're an incorrigible boob man, aren't you?" 

"Yep, and there's no one to blame but you!" Michael replied, stepping over for another kiss. "Will you meet me for lunch?" 

"Certainly, Sweetheart. What do you want for dinner?" she asked. "Don't forget, you've got your first overnight tonight, with Charisse Wilson. What did you do to her last time? Man she's hot for you! You weren't even out of her driveway last time before she called and booked you again, for the night. She wanted to make it the same time every week, at $500 a night, but I told her we'd have to check with you."

Michael had used his new income to move out of his parents house, into the apartment over a friend's parent's garage. They didn't want to take advantage of a student, so they were only charging him $100 a month, which was great, since he was hardly ever there, spending most nights in Miranda's bed. Until tonight anyway. Miranda was going to miss him. 

As requested, Michael parked his car one block away from Mrs. Martinez's house, and walked the rest of the way. He watered a few flowers, then went around to the back yard to do the same. There he saw the lady of the house through the sliding glass doors of the living room. 

Mrs. Esmeralda Martinez, or Esmi as she asked him to call her when they were alone, was wearing a red satin negligee, which barely contained her huge, soft boobs. He thought she looked a little like Salma Hayack, with her dark hair, full lips and big brown eyes, but Esmeralda wasn't quite as lean. She wasn't fat, just exceptionally curvy, pretty much the definition of voluptuous. 

Esmi waved at him, and pressed her ample boobs against the glass, rubbing them in a seductive circle. She slid the door aside. 

"Thank you for watering my flowers, Michael. I have a job for you in here, as well," she said quietly, winking at him when he drew near. Once the door was closed being him, she pounced. 

"Oh god, Michael, I've been going crazy, waiting for today," she whispered, standing on her tiptoes to reach his lips in a kiss that confirmed her level of arousal. Her breasts pressed firmly into his chest, nearly spilling out of the lacy garment. "I have a surprise for you. Follow me!" 

She took his hand leading him to the stairs. He knew the way to her bedroom, but liked to follow her, since it let him watch her very curvy booty wiggle up the stairs. He especially liked the way her ass shook when he fucked her from behind last week, and she must have enjoyed it as well, since he was back to do it again. 

He knew she was married, and getting caught in her bed was a possibility, but she had told him that her husband wasn't interested in sex anymore. Much older than she was, her husband was a workaholic, and she had her shop as well, so money wasn't an issue. Appropriately, her business was a little lingerie store, so she had a vast collection of revealing unmentionables. 

At the top of the stairs, she took a left, and ran giggling into the bedroom, leaping onto the bed. By the time Michael joined her in the bedroom, she was bouncing excitedly on her knees, a motion that soon had her tits hanging out of the neckline of her negligee. She grabbed something off the bedside table. 

It was a giant dildo, almost as long as Michael's cock, with a suction cup on the base. It wasn't as thick as his equipment, but it was pretty beefy. 

"I've been training," she laughed, sucking the dildo deep into her mouth. Amazingly, she almost swallowed the entire length, but as he would find out later, she hadn't just been practicing her deepthroating technique. 

Michael shed his clothes, and walked over to Esmi, his monstrous cock hanging heavily as he moved. Her eyes widened, and a smile broke out. She had a very wide mouth, so when she smiled, it was electric. Having that wide mouth also let her suck more of his dick than anyone else in his life, and she giggled again, rolling onto her back and tilting her head back off the edge of the bed.. She opened wide and grabbed his hips, pulling his cock into her mouth. 

He really liked Esmi. She was hot, and an absolute slut in the bedroom. Michael put both hands on her big, pillow-soft tits, fondling their full curves, and using them as leverage when he started to fuck her throat. Her lips, painted with her favourite bright red lipstick, were stretched tight around his thick meat, and she was breathing in sharp little snorts every few strokes. More than half his cock had disappeared into her eager mouth, a red smear of lipstick marking her maximum intake, but she wasn't done, pulling him deeper, gagging, but not surrendering. 

The sensation of mouth, lips and tongue on his hard dick was unique. She was the only one of his ladies, as he now thought of them, Miranda included, who could truly suck his cock. Last week, she had sucked him off after he'd fucked her to four orgasms, but this was different. It was obvious, her intent this time was an ice breaking blowjob, and it was working. 

Michael started to growl, as he often did when he was getting close, and she went wild, sucking harder still. Excess saliva, stained pink by her lipstick, ran from the corners of her mouth, and she went for broke swallowing more of his length. Her snorting breaths tickled his balls, and she stuck a finger in his ass. That did it. 

Michael came like a racehorse, blasting his prodigious load directly down her throat, while she held her breath and swallowed feverishly. Finally his output subsided, and Esmi quickly withdrew, gasping for air. She sat up, saliva and cum dripping off her chin, but a huge smile of satisfaction on her face. 

"Holy fuck!" Michael laughed. "No one has ever...." 

"My husband always said I had a big mouth.... I guess I've finally put it to good use," she laughed, wiping her chin, then licking her fingers. "I must be a mess. Lie down, love. I'll be back in a minute." She hopped off the bed and wiggled towards the bathroom. 

Michael thought laying down sounded great, right now. His head was fuzzy, having just had his first ever blowjob, and he eagerly snuggled into her big, soft bed, awaiting her return. 

A few minutes later, she was back, looking immaculate. Her hair and makeup were perfect again, and she slipped in beside him, immediately pressing her lips to his. One small kiss soon led to another, then the intensity level took off. Soon they were rolling all over the bed, mauling each other passionately. Esmi rolled up on top of him, perching up across his hips. She hung her ripe globes in his face, rubbing the satin and lace against his cheek. 

"Suck my nipples, please?" she asked. Michael reached for the straps on her shoulders, but she wriggled back. "No, not that way. Urgently. Rip my clothes off!" 

He looked up at her, hesitant. It was a really nice negligee. 

"Don't worry, this one's old and I don't wear it often anymore. Besides," she laughed, "I have a store full of replacements." 

Okay, he thought, urgently it is. 

He sat up as far as he could, kissing her again, and grabbing the fabric at her bustline. The lace went from the top, down the middle of her cleavage, and all the way to the hem. Even though it sounded loud in the quiet room, the lace rended easily, and Esmi gasped excitedly as her tore it wide open, baring her big, bouncy tits, capped with thick, stiff nipples, which he immediately latched onto. He wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her down with him as he laid back, suckling furiously. 

"Sí, nena, chupar mis tetas grandes! Ai! Ai! Ai!" she gasped, holding his head tight against her soft orb. "Usted chupa mis pezones tan bueno!"

When she started to babble in Spanish, he knew she was getting excited. That and the fact that her nipples, as thick as his index fingertip, were standing up like two little, one-inch long dicks. Speaking of dicks... his own was recovered from her earlier attention, and was well on its way to its full eleven inch stature. He kept sucking her, and she reached down, grabbing his cock in her small warm hand. 

"Nice, big cock.... Así que bueno en mi coño caliente!" She reluctantly extracted her stiff nip from the grasp of his lips, and rolled off, spreading her legs as she did. Michael quickly ran over to his pants, retrieving a condom, which he tossed to Esmi. She tore it open with her teeth, and rolled it down onto his erect penis, stroking it lovingly. When she laid back, he finished tearing the negligee from her body, and positioned himself for penetration. 

"Fuck me good, baby!" she hissed, moaning loudly as he slid in. "Más! Dame todo!" He did as she asked, giving her the full version, fucking her hard. Her breasts went wild, bouncing, wobbling, jiggling, shimmying... Jell-O in a paint shaker. As he watched her tits, he could see the pink flush growing on her chest, spreading up her neck. She was going to cum very soon, so he increased the pace, slamming her juicy cunt even more forcefully. 

"Ai... Ai... Ai... Madre de dios!.... I'm cumming! Andele!"

She arched her back, threw her head back, and screamed something with sixty-three syllables in Spanish. He didn't need a translator for that one. Orgasmo! He slowed down, letting her recover, when she surprised him, pushing him off. She rolled onto all fours, peeking over her shoulder at him. 

"Mi culo! Vete a la mierda mi culo!... Fuck my ass, por favor!" she wiggled her plush rear end. "I've been practicing with my giant dildo up my ass, too. I think I can handle it." 

Okay, it'syourass, he thought, pressing the head of his rubber covered cock against her puckered little rosebud. Stray pussy juice provided the lubricant, and she pushed back. He felt her sphincter yielding slightly, then 'pop', it opened, and a few inches of his dick slipped in. 

"FUCK!" Esmi cried, slamming her hand down on the bed. Her ass twitched, and she pushed a little more. Michael watched her ass stretch wider as more of his cock slipped in. Esmi bit the pillow and screamed, but pressed on, until his entire dick had been consumed by her back door. She was still screaming into the pillow and smacking the bed, trying to fight through the pain. Michael just held her hips and stayed still, not wanting to add to her discomfort. 

He didn't need to wait too long before she started rocking back and forth, just a few inches at first, but enough to start his pole sliding out of and into her overstuffed ass. Esmi was a marvel, giving him his first blowjob and anal sex opportunity in the same day, and how her ass managed to accommodate his giant cock was truly mind-blowing. 

"Okay, Michael, do it! Fuck my ass! I'm alright, so let me have it good!" 

He never thought he'd hear anyone say that, but she asked for it, and she was paying for the privilege, so.... He did as asked. 

Her ass felt very different than her pussy, but he couldn't really define those differences right now, because he was busy fucking her. Esmi had her face buried in the pillows, and had been screaming ever since he started. He was pounding into her, making her ass cheeks jiggle every time he slapped against them, when he suddenly realized that her whole body was quivering. He slowed, and she raised her head, looking back at him quizzically. 

"Are you okay, sweetie?" he asked. 

"Oh god, YES! I've never felt anything like it! It still hurts, but it's a good hurt. It made me cum! Keep going!" she begged. 

Now that he knew he wasn't hurting her, he was very happy to comply, resuming his anal attack with gusto. She was soon screaming again, cursing, and encouraging him. Or not; since she was doing it in Spanish, he couldn't tell what she was saying. One thing he did understand, with universal clarity, was that she was enjoying it. 

She pulled away, laid on her back, and lifted her legs, exposing her still-open asshole for him to fill again. Michael fucked her like this for a few minutes, making her cum twice, and she was looking a little ragged. Sweat glued her hair to her forehead, and glowed on her skin. Her voice was nearly gone from screaming, and she was breathing hard. 

Esmi finally couldn't take any more. She was exhausted from her orgasms, and patted Michael on the chest. 

"Michael, my sweet, darling lover... I need to stop. You've worn me out. I don't know how many times you made me cum today," she breathed, smiling up at him. "I love the things you do to my body, and I need to see you again next week. Do you want to finish? Why don't you fuck my tits? "

The truth is that he was pretty tired himself, and he really didn't need to cum again, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings. He nodded, pulled the condom off his cock, and moved up to straddle her. She sandwiched his shaft between her huge, soft breasts, holding them up and together tightly. Removing the rubber brought more stimulation to his dick, enough so that he was close to cumming soon after they started. Esmi could see it in his eyes. 

"Oh yes baby. That's so good. You're going to cum, aren't you? You're going to shoot your hot, sticky cum all over my tits. Do it, baby. Do it." 

The first shot squirted out the top of her cleavage, up her neck. Esmi let go of her breasts, and grabbed his twitching shaft, aiming for her nipples while she stroked him. Another three or four salvos coated her chest, and she cooed appreciatively, licking the head of his cock when he was finished. 

'Finished' was a pretty apt description of how he felt right now. This plump Hispanic Honey had worn him out, and he still had most of the day ahead of him. Maybe he could catch a nap after dinner, before Charisse. 

Michael looked over at Esmi. She was licking her fingers, having pretty much cleaned his gooey glaze from her bountiful bosom. She smiled back, and he bent to kiss her. 

"I'll see you next week, Mi Amor. You surprised me twice today, but next week, I'll be ready. You'd better rest your ass," he laughed. She giggled, shaking her tits at him and blowing him a kiss. 

A few minutes later, he was home, dropping his keys on the counter. Miranda came in from the backyard, where she'd been reading in the sun. While she didn't really tan, that didn't mean she wasn't fond of bathing suits, and the bright red bikini she was wearing looked fabulous in contrast with her dark skin. Michael whistled. 

"Hey baby," she said, smiling widely, "everything go okay at casa Martinez?" 

"Yeah, just tiring. She's a very sexual woman," he answered, welcoming her into his arms with a kiss and a quick grope of her sexy ass. 

"Give me a minute to change, and we'll go for lunch. Come talk to me while I dress," Miranda called over her shoulder as she wiggled toward the bedroom. He followed, sitting on the bed while she got changed. "Tell me about it." 

"Well," Michael yawned, "she's determined, if nothing else. She actually blew me, as difficult as it is to believe." 

"Really? Impressive," Miranda laughed. 

"If you think that's impressive, you should have seen her asshole stretch open around my cock." He saw the astonished look on her face. "Yep, she took it up the ass. All the way."

"Well, don't get any ideas about using that thing on my ass!" she gasped, finishing her quick change. She kissed him again. "Let's go eat." 

Michael was a zombie right now, and followed her out to the car without a word. Thankfully, she drove, and he felt a whole lot better after a few slices of pizza had been consumed. When he looked up, Miranda was smiling at him. 

"So, my darling... How are you feeling about your new job now? I notice that you seem to be enjoying yourself," she laughed. I can only guess, she thought, but if I was a guy his age, I'd probably like fucking all these older women too. 

"Well," he began, swallowing his mouthful of pepperoni, mushrooms and olives, "I am having fun... but I miss you." They had decided that the whole 'reenactment' routine was too physically taxing, and in the interest of business, had put that behaviour on hold. 

"Believe me baby... I miss you too," she replied, lowering her voice before continuing. "I can't wait for tomorrow. I've been so horny, listening to you recount your 'workdays'. My vibrator just can't compare to your big pleasure provider!" 

He smiled, and nodded. Tomorrow was Thursday, his mid-week break, when he slept in and took care of her needs. His too, actually, at least the emotional ones. He hadn't voiced it yet to her, but he was in love with her. Thursday and Sunday were his off days for fucking other women, but he was on for her, and they often had protracted sessions of what could best be described as languid, passionate lovemaking. When his mouth was clear, he had a question for his Chief Financial Officer. 

"How are things going, nest-egg wise? I know it's only been two weeks, but I'm curious."

"Well," Miranda answered, putting her business woman's hat on, "we had a few early expenses, but things are going quite well. Over five thousand cleared so far. How are you holding up?" 

"The pharmaceuticals have helped. I'll need one tonight, I'm sure," he said, thinking ahead. Not only did he have Ashley's kinky desires to satisfy, but there was also Charisse, and she would be working him throughout the night. 

Lunch finished, he felt much more alive as he left Miranda with a kiss, heading for Ashley's house. There were no parking restrictions at her place, and Michael parked in the driveway, hopping out to ring the doorbell eagerly. He was greeted by the buxom blonde, dressed provocatively in black lingerie. Her blue eyes bored smouldering holes in him, leaving little doubt that she was ready for action. 




Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 02



"I am going to fuck you soooooooooo good!" she growled, pinning him to the door as soon as it closed. Her lips found his, and it was a few minutes before she came up for air. "I missed you this week, but nature was definitely not in our favour for the last few days. I'm so horny!"

"So what else is new?" he jibed, laughing when she stuck her tongue out at him. After their first encounter, she'd immediately set up a weekly visit, but had found herself in need mid span, begging for an interim fix before that repeat could happen. Michael liked her, so he had no problem visiting her bed as often as she wanted to part her legs, and part with two hundred dollars. 

In a few minutes, they were in her bedroom, and she was playfully draping her diaphanous black robe off her shoulder. It was soon on the floor around her ankles. Michael had noticed something interesting about his clientele. They all liked to strip for him, whether their bodies were stripper-worthy or not. Ashley was hot, so no question which side of the ledger she landed on, but they all got off on taking their clothes off for an audience, even if they had to pay for the thrill. 

Ashley had her back to him, jiggling her sexy rump in his face. A thin string ran up between her cheeks of her ass, meeting with a similarly thin horizontal string around her waist. She had a wasp waist, narrow and in stark contrast to her bountiful chest and fully rounded rear. He caressed the smooth skin presented to him, feeling her heat, and she pressed more firmly into his hands. She turned slightly, offering one bra-covered breast for his inspection as well, and he didn't pass up the opportunity. The heavy fullness filled his hand, and Ashley seductively dropped one strap off her shoulder, exposing more skin for his appreciative gaze to consume. She watched his eyes roaming over her body, and it only added to her fire. 

Michael's hands tugged the strings of her thong over her hips, brushing down her thighs softly. One hand came back up to cup the blazing heat of her dripping pussy, slipping a finger up between the swollen lips. She gasped softly at his touch, opening her mouth in surprise. Her eyes opened wide, and her head tilted back. Her right breast was bare, resting in the palm of his hand, and he took the already stiff nipple into his mouth with reverent gentleness. 

"Oh god," Ashley breathed, her voice quivering with desire. "More! Please take me, Michael! I'm begging you... Please make my body your plaything!" 

He laid her gently on the bed, still wearing her bra, at least partially. Her knees came up instinctively, offering herself yet again, spreading wide to show him her gaping, desperate pussy. He stared deep into her liquid blue eyes, watching the joy appear as she realized what he was planning. He moved down her body. 

"Oh, Michael, yes, my sweet darling.... My pussy is waiting for your talented tongue! Please eat me! Make me scream!" 

He could smell her arousal long before he came within tasting range. Her succulent sex literally dripped with her sweet, oily secretions, natural lubrication that he loved the taste of, and was planning to fully enjoy. He flicked his tongue across her tight little asshole, and she greeted him with a giggling moan of pleasure. 

"You are such a bad boy! Teasing me like this.... after all we've done together... you're so cruel to meEEEE!" She shrieked as his tongue stopped teasing her back door, and plunged into her juicy opening. 

She was delicious, truly oozing ambrosia that he was gorging himself on eagerly. When his lips pulled her engorged clitoris clear of its protective hood, Ashley came, gushing hot honey into his mouth as she writhed and screamed in orgasmic bliss. 

Michael had a choice to make ; climb aboard and fuck her senseless, or eat her to another orgasm (or two... three... four?), then climb aboard and fuck her senseless. Option two was looking good, as he could conserve energy for later. 

Twenty ejaculate soaked minutes later, Ashley finally pushed him off, having squirted through three more gargantuan, earthshattering, Richter scale registering orgasms that left her exhausted and gasping for breath. She was dripping with sweat, as well as pussy juice, and when she looked at him, her blue eyes seemed to having difficulty focusing on his face, independently rolling back in her head. 

"Ohmygod!" she panted, stroking his hair. "You should have your... tongue registered.... as a... deadly... weapon! I'm wrecked, wiped out... destroyed!" He moved up, resting next to her sweaty body while she recovered. He couldn't resist nibbling on her exposed breast, making her giggle softly. 

"You are insatiable, aren't you?" she smiled. "What's your dick have to say about this?" 

Michael stood, and dropped his pants, allowing his rock hard erection to swing free. 

"Oh god.... It's awake!" she hissed, feigning distress, but her body betrayed her, spreading her legs wider. 

Michael had returned by now, his massive tool dressed in its protective armour, and he wasted no time in planting it firmly into her gaping receptacle with one smooth stroke. 

"Oooof!" she gasped as he hit bottom. "Fuck! Miranda is such a lucky bitch, getting to have this thing anytime she wants!" 

Yes, well, at least when you're not using it, he thought. I'd really like to see you two back together sometime, just for my own entertainment. 

Speaking of entertainment, he was about to get some. She'd had her fun, so now he was going to fuck her, as hard as he wanted to. He was sure she'd enjoy it too, but this was for him, since she had already cum four times. He sat up on his knees, ready to unleash hell on her cunt at his own discretion. He grabbed her right leg and extended it straight up his chest, which rolled her a few degrees to her left. His right hand hooked three fingers into her bra, giving him a handle to match the grip he had on her leg. Satisfied, he started to pound her. 

Ashley immediately started to wail, like a siren warning of an approaching storm. Except of course, that she was a natural wonder, not a disaster. 

"Oh... Oh... OhhhhOHHHHohhhhhOHHHHH!" she screamed, tossing her head back. Tilting her slightly on her side had stacked her magnificent tits one atop the other, and that made for some incredibly erotic jiggling while he fucked her hard and fast. 

"Oh SHIT! HARDER! FUCK ME HARDERRRR!" she gasped, blushing red with exertion as she had her next orgasm. "MORE! GIVE ME MORE!" 

Michael kept going, spearing her furiously, transfixed on her quivering chest as she came. She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye, pleading for mercy and more pleasure at the same time. Her mouth never closed, but her voice trailed off, finally returning when her eyes screwed shut, and she came again. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNN! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEE!"

Michael was dripping sweat onto her now, but he didn't even slow down, ramming into her clutching cunt for several minutes more, during which she came twice, at least. She had asked him to take her, to use her, and to make her body his toy.... He was just following instructions. He felt her pussy tighten again, grabbing at him as another orgasm hit, and this time, he joined her, exploding into his condom. 

"Oh, FUCK!" he grunted as he spilled into her. Ashley sang harmony, voicing her own enjoyment. 

"AIYEEEEHUHN! MMMMNYAHHHN! MOTHERFUCKER! YESSSSS!" she screeched, just before she wilted, falling silent and still abruptly. Her chest rose and fell raggedly with her gasping breaths, but she was out. The thigh that he held tight to his chest had gone from tensely flexed to jello in a split second, and her head lolled loosely when he withdrew his cock and lowered her leg. 

Michael eased off the bed, breathing hard, and staggered into her ensuite bath, where he disposed of his cum-filled rubber. A few minutes of toilet time cleared his plumbing, and he went back into the bedroom, where Ashley was resting quietly. Other than her now relaxed breathing, there had been no change in her position. She had been well and truly fucked unconscious. He checked the time : 3:20. He had time to rest himself, and gently rolled her over, getting her under the covers and snuggled up against his chest without too much difficulty, despite her apparent lack of bones. She flopped around like a bag full of water, completely out of it, but once she was safely corralled in his arms, he relaxed. 

He laid there, holding her for quite a while, listening to her quiet breathing, and wondering what Charisse Wilson could do to top this one. Hell, he almost forgot about Esmi this morning, eagerly taking his dick all the way up her ass! Chari would have to be at her best to match up! 

Ashley stirred, groaning softly and smacking her lips as she woke. He watched her closely, smiling when her eyelids fluttered, and opened slowly. 

"Hey, pretty lady. How ya doin'?" he whispered, kissing her forehead. She smiled, and tried to focus. 

"Whoa! What did you do to me?" she giggled, inspecting the stretched remnants of her bra, still around her chest. It might not be salvageable, but it's death was worth it. Her pussy was still throbbing, having just received the most incredible fuck of its well used life. "What time is it?" 

He peeked at his watch. "4:20. You were out for an hour." 

"Michael... did you stay just for me?" she asked, knowing her time was up twenty minutes ago. He nodded, kissing her softly. "That's so sweet! Thank you, darling!" 

"Well, I could hardly leave you in that state, given that I caused it. It only seemed right." Now she kissed him, more passionately, thanking him again in her own way. When she broke away, she rolled over, digging into the bedside drawer. She came out with her wallet, pulling a sheaf of bills out, fanning them to select the appropriate amount. She smiled, folded the whole wad, and tossed it on his chest. 

"Worth every penny," she whispered, putting her head back on the pillow. 

"Ash, I thought you already paid Miranda. What's this?" 

"Yes, l paid her, but I paid to get laid. You've gone far above and beyond that call every time, and today you held me while I was asleep, even though you were off the clock. I appreciate that, and I have the money, so consider it a gift. 

"Thank you, but there must be three hundred dollars here," he began, looking at the thick stack of twenties and fifties. "Are you sure?" 

"Absolutely. Now, get your ass out of here! Take Miranda out for a nice dinner, or get her a present that shows her how you feel about her." Michael looked shocked when she added the last bit. "Yes, I know you love her. You're not quite as suave as you think. Besides, we women are pretty good at picking up the signals." Another kiss. "I only wish I'd found you first!" 

***

Michael opened the door, whisking in with the flowers he'd bought on the way home. Miranda came out of the bedroom, dressed impeccably, but looking a little concerned, at least until she saw the roses. Her hand went to her chest, the instinctive 'for me?' reaction. 

The kiss he laid on her lips removed all doubt, and he explained his late arrival when they parted. Miranda seemed touched. 

They jumped in Miranda's car, and went to dinner, with Michael directing her to a nicer restaurant, rather than their usual local fare. Her dark blue dress fit right in at the destination, every bit as well as it fit her luscious body. Steak and lobster all around. Creme brulee for desert, and a good bit of passionate necking in the car before the trip home. 

When they did get home, they had time for a little nap before Michael needed to go to Charisse's. It was Miranda who decided that nap should be of the naked variety, but she wouldn't let him act on the urges being next to her body brought out. 

"Save it for Charisse.... I'll get my fill tomorrow. For now, I suggest you get some sleep, baby. I think you'll need it." He didn't want to, but she insisted. 

When he woke, ninety minutes later, Miranda greeted him with a kiss, a drink, and a little blue pill. The shower was running, and she herded him into it, narrowly escaping his attempt to pull her in with him. The warm water felt great, and it cleared his head enough that he was focused on the task at hand when he finished washing. Miranda had laid out some clothes when he went back into the bedroom, and he dressed quickly, thankful that she had such good taste. 

Miranda was still walking around naked, making him crazy, fully aware of what she was doing to him, and quite pleased with herself about it. She was priming his pump, as it were, and saw him off, all the way to the front door, starkers. 

Michael parked across the street from the Wilson house, just before 9 p.m., and went to the side door as Charisse had asked last week. He honestly didn't know what he'd done to warrant this special request for an overnighter, but if she wanted it, he was willing to give it a try. Part of him liked the idea of getting paid to sleep with someone after he was done sleeping with someone. 

Charisse Wilson was in her early fifties, loaded, and very well preserved, which some would truthfully say was the result, at least partially, of being loaded. Yes, she'd had some work done. Actually, she'd had a lot of work done, but given he was head over heels in love with someone else who had gone under the knife, that alone was not enough to shun her. Besides, the work she'd had done was very, very, very nicely done, and she was drop dead gorgeous as a result. 

Medium tall, lipo sucked and tummy tucked to perfection, with boobs that were heaven sent and mostly (but not completely) natural. A face lift made her look thirty-something at worst, and blazing red hair without a hint of grey cascaded almost all the way to her spectacular ass. 

She greeted him naked. She was proud of her body, so why cover it up? She closed the door and walked up the short staircase to the main level, stopping at the top stair and turning to face him. She opened her arms, taking him in as he stopped one stair short of her, and kissing him deeply. They remained joined at the lips for several minutes, until she turned slightly, silently indicating a desire to be carried to the bedroom. He 'heard' her request, scooping her one hundred fifteen pounds up, and carrying her down the wide hallway into her boudoir. He put her down on the bed, and she finally released him, looking up at him longingly. 

Michael shed his clothes and joined her under the covers, resuming the kiss, still in silence. His hands wandered across her body, choosing to dally on the soft, voluminous curves of her large breasts, teasing her nipples to attention and kneading the resilient flesh gently. 

At last, she moaned softly, making the first sound uttered since his arrival, apart from heavy breathing and the sound of wet kisses. They certainly didn't hear the door. 

"MOTHER!" came the exclamation from the bedroom doorway. 

Charisse was on top at the moment, and snapped her head around, rolling off. The sheets were down around their waists, so when she turned, her breasts were out in view, but she didn't even try to cover up. 

"Shit!" she hissed. "Hello, Jenelle... what are you doing here?" 

"Don't try to change the subject... What the hell are you doing, and who are you doing it with?"

"Jenelle, I'm sure you know exactly what I'm doing. Who I do it with is my business, not yours. What are you doing here, anyway?" 

"I hadn't heard from you for a few days," Jenelle replied, flicking her eyes over her mother's breasts, and the young man in bed next to her. "I was driving by. I thought I'd find you reading, not.... in flagrante delicto!" She turned, as though to leave, then hesitated. "Nice to meet you, whoever you are." With that, she left. 

"Oh no you don't!" Charisse yelped, leaping out of bed to pursue her daughter. 

Michael stayed put, but he could hear part of the conversation from his position. Finally, he heard Charisse's voice. 

"You, forget.... I know you. If you aren't involved, you'll shoot your mouth off, and I don't need that again. Get in here!" Charisse bolted back into the room, breasts bouncing wildly. She leaned down and kissed Michael, whispering in his ear. "I hope you're well rested... I owe you double." 

Michael was still trying to make sense of that comment when a very naked Jenelle walked in. Funny, when she was screaming at them from the doorway, Michael never noticed how attractive the younger Wilson was. Taller than her mother, with long brown hair, she was very pretty, and stacked nearly as well as Charisse. She walked around to his side of the king-sized bed, offering her hand. 

"I'm Jenelle," she said, smiling sweetly. 

"Michael," he replied, taking her soft, delicate hand and nodding. She pulled the covers aside and slipped in next to him. 

"I hope you don't mind," she whispered, "and I apologize for interrupting the two of you. Mother is right. Her love life is none of my business." She laid her head back on the pillow, watching him with her big brown eyes. "Pretend I'm not here." 

Yeah, like that's possible, he thought, and I'm sure you know it's not going to happen. 

Charisse seemed willing to try. She turned his chin toward her, and kissed him softly, gripping his shoulder and pulling him over on top of her. Michael's attention was understandably divided, especially with Jenelle's angelic visage peering at him so close by.

One soft kiss snowballed into several, then more of the passionate variety. Charisse had her arms around his neck, holding him closer. She was very wound up, and it was contagious. 

"I can't wait any longer... Fuck me, baby," she whispered. He glanced over at Jenelle. "I said fuck me. Forget about her. You can do her later." 

Jenelle gave her mother a dirty look as Michael squirmed out from under the covers. His pants were hanging over the foot of the bed, and his raincoats were in the pocket. He had his back to the ladies when he retrieved the string of six condoms, but he could feel their eyes on him. He turned back toward them. 

"Oh my God!" Jenelle breathed when she saw his dick. 

Most people think Viagra makes you hard, but that's not really true. Actually, it let's you get hard, and I do mean hard, and stay that way for longer, even past orgasm if the mood is right. It's also not a 'one and done' proposition, as the chemicals and their effect on blood flow remain in the bloodstream for as many as eight hours. 

Michael's cock stood straight out, harder and thicker that usual thanks to chemistry. 

"Oh yes.... that's what he's here for! My pussy loves it!" Charisse moaned. 

Michael smiled. He handed the condoms to Charisse. She tore one off, then grinned, handing it to her daughter. 

"Put this on him, won't you dear?" Charisse looked at the expression on Jenelle's face, a combination of horror, wonder and lust. 

Michael turned, moving closer to Jenelle. Her eyes were glued to his cock, which bobbed before her gaze. She'd never seen anything this big, even in movies. Sure, she'd seen longer ones, but this.... thing.... was positively huge. So long... so thick... so hard... so hot. She touched it, confirming the last two observations, and her tongue peeked out subconsciously. 

"Mother," she laughed, "there's no way this fits up your pussy." 

"My dear daughter..." Charisse replied smugly, "it not only fits, but it fits good. I've never cum so much in my life." Michael blushed at the two women talking about his equipment in such a way. "Now, put that rubber on him so he can put it to use!" 

Jenelle tore open the package, rolling the latex tube down his length. She couldn't help stroking him a few times. 

"Okay... This I've got to see. Get ready, Mother." 




Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 02



Charisse was quite ready, diddling her juicy snatch. She withdrew two fingers from her cunt and brought them to her mouth, licking them clean. 

Michael was trying desperately not to ask the obvious question. Charisse walking around naked in front of him seemed normal. Likewise spreading her legs willingly... also normal. Doing both with complete ease in front of her equally naked daughter? Not so much. He'd heard of open relationships before, but this was a new one for him. It would appear they had done this sort of thing before 

The answer could wait, for now. He had a hot MILF to fuck, and moved into position to do so. Charisse held him at the opening of her pussy, and he slid in, going halfway on the first stroke. 

"Holy shit!" Jenelle hissed, watching from right next to his hip. Michael pulled back a little, then pushed again, making another couple of inches disappear. 

"Ohhhh YESSSSS!" Charisse cried, tossing her head back. "So fucking good!" 

Another pull back, and one final push buried the full length of his monster, stretching Charisse's pussy wide open. She was vibrating, clawing at his forearms and screaming unintelligible epithets. Her clit was being assaulted by the extra hard base of his cock grinding into her, and her g-spot was also under attack. Having sex in front of her daughter was the last straw, making her explode in a spontaneous orgasm. 

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she shrieked. It took her a minute to catch her breath. "More! I need more! Fuck me, you magnificent stud! Fuck me!" 

He began a gentle rhythm of deep strokes into her clutching cunt, and immediately felt Jenelle's presence, as she softly caressed his back, dipping south occasionally to fondle the rising and falling volume of his ass cheeks. He looked at her, and she smiled back. 

"Make her cum. Fuck the daylights out of her and make her scream. Then it's my turn," she whispered, rolling onto her back and beginning to finger her own dripping pussy. 

Michael nodded, mentally banking the thousand dollars he was going to make fucking both of these gorgeous creatures, as often as he could, all night long. The thought made him giddy, and he started to ratchet up the pace, fucking Charisse's oozing vagina eagerly. Driving into her made her beautiful breasts jiggle, shimmy and quake, and she stared him down, open-mouthed in joy. 

"Ooooooo, yes, baby! Gimme that big fucking cock! Earn your money... Fuck me! Fuck me!" Charisse demanded. 

"Really, Mother?" Jenelle commented. "You're paying him? A gigolo?" She had stopped masturbating, and moved closer. 

"Oh shit.... That just slipped out! Hold it a second, honey," Charisse said, putting her hand on Michael's chest. "Better get this over with." Michael rolled off, letting Mother and daughter talk face to face. 

"Yes, Jenelle, I'm paying him. There are several reasons, not the least of which is that telephone pole he's packing." Mentioning it made both women look at the elephant in the room, which was slick with Charisse's juices, clad in its condom, and still as hard as a steel spear. "Yes, I can get laid. I've certainly spent enough to make sure I'm still desirable, but I always had to question whether those guys were just after my money. I know, I know, he's in it for the money too, but he's never professed to be fucking me for any other reason, so I can trust him." She turned to Michael. "I hope that didn't sound too harsh. I love spending time with you, and you are the best lay I've ever had." 

"That's the other reason," she added turning back to her daughter. "He's worth every penny I pay him. Even though he doesn't care about my feelings... Okay, I heard that, and that's not what I meant it to sound like... What I mean is... He's never left me unsatisfied, which is more than I can say about any of my other 'boyfriends'. I'm not looking for companionship from him, just sexual pleasure, and he's given me more of that than I could have hoped."

"So, with or without your approval, I'm going to keep fucking him, and keep paying him!" Charisse finished, laying down and motioning Michael back to her. He moved back between her thighs, and she directed him back into her pussy. He picked up right where they left off, shafting her briskly. 

"Uhn... Uhn... Uhn... That's it... Baby... Fuck... Me... Forget... Uhn... About her," she whispered into his ear between strokes. 

Michael felt Jenelle's hand on his shoulder, and looked over at her. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you. You make my Mother happy, so that's all that matters. I apologize to you, too, Mother." 

Well, as long as everyone is sharing, he might as well get his answer now. He grabbed Charisse by the ass, and rolled them both over, putting her on top. She sat up in the saddle, dangling her luscious tits in his face and kept going, fucking herself every bit as rambunctiously as Michael had. 

"Ladies, I can't help noticing how comfortable you both are, being naked around each other, and in this situation together, " he ventured. 

"By 'this situation' you mean ...? " Jenelle replied. 

"Having sex? Sharing partners?" he guessed. 

"Yes, Michael, we've done this before. I would elaborate more, but I don't want you to cum yet. I'm having too much fun," Charisse answered, cutting conversation short. 

Michael wondered what the elaboration could be that might make him cum. Jenelle saw the look of confusion on his face, and smiled. Michael glanced at her, just behind her Mother's shoulder, and and she flicked her tongue suggestively at him. 

Really? he thought, adding two plus two, getting an answer of sixty-nine. Wow! 

Jenelle took a position behind her Mother, reaching around to act as a human bra, cupping Charisse's big tits and holding them still for Michael to suck the nipples. Charisse had huge areolas, at least three inches across, and in the centre of each was a very thick nipple, stiffly erect like a little pebble. He, as Miranda had so eloquently put it, was an incorrigible breast man, and happily grazed on the offered nipples, making Charisse moan with pleasure. 

Jenelle soon tired of serving her Mother's tits to Michael, and moved around to straddle his face. She was shaved smooth, and possessed a very pretty little pussy, but the defining feature of her sex was her clit, the biggest one he'd ever seen. She reached down, pulling her thick, puffy labia apart for his inspection. This also pulled the hood back on her giant clitoris, and Michael pressed the tip of his tongue on top of it. 

"Mmmm, you like my clit?" she asked quietly, feeling his tongue circling around it gently. 

"Mmmm hmmm," he answered, delving deeper into her delicious opening. He'd heard that some women didn't taste good, but in his experience, which was short in time but long on variety, they are a delicacy to be savoured. Jenelle was no exception. Her juices were salty, sweet, and plentiful. Michael reached up blindly, sliding his hands up her torso until they were filled with her breasts, two handfuls of soft yet resilient feminine flesh that he fondled happily, while gorging on her pussy. She put her hands over his, moaning loudly, and she started to grind her cunt down onto his mouth. 

Charisse was still riding him hard , grunting loud enough for him to hear even though Jenelle's ankles were over his ears. He felt her stop bouncing, and she shuddered, screaming, as she came. Jenelle kept undulating her hips on his face, getting juicier by the second. 

Michael felt Charisse lift off his cock, and seconds later Jenelle pivoted off his face, settling over his hips with his massively erect tool in her hand. He wiped her pussy juice off his face, licking his fingers. 

"My turn, Mother?" she asked, glancing at Charisse, who was resting on her side with a dazed by satisfied look on her face. She nodded. "Alright, but not like this. I think I'd rather get reamed like a dog." She rolled on her hip, and spun onto her hands and knees. 

Michael quickly was on his knees behind her, and rubbed the slippery head of his rubber-clad cock between her juicy cunt lips. She wagged her ass at him like a happy puppy, and moaned deeply when he pressed the head of his dick past the grip of her lips. 

"Easy... easy... I'm a horse dick virgin, remember?" she hissed, unaware of his previous nickname issues. "Ooooooo, man, that's big! You're going to split me like a banana skin!" 

Michael held her hips, rocking back and forth an inch or two, barely inside her vestibule. He looked over at Charisse, who was tugging on her pointy nipples playfully. She smiled, and got to her knees, pressing her fabulous boobs into his back. She reached around his hip, and stroked his cock with her hand a few times. Then she raised her hand. 

SMACK! The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot, as she slapped her daughter's ass hard, simultaneously pushing forward with her hips, driving half of Michael's huge pole into Jenelle's cunt. The shriek of pain from Jenelle might have been from either action, but the curse was directed solely at Charisse. 

"MOTHER! You fucking bitch! That hurt! Oooof! Okay... more, give me more!" She was moaning and groaning, and her thighs were quivering. "Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She turned her head and glared at Michael. "FUCK ME! JUST FUCK ME!" 

For ten minutes, every time he pulled out, Jenelle whimpered, screaming as he plunged back in, a little bit deeper each time. Her legs were still shaking, and she was tossing her head back and forth. Finally, her arms collapsed and she fell forward, flat on her stomach, taking him with her, and driving the last few inches into her cunt. She was twitching and shuddering, with her head was back, but nothing except gasping breaths was coming out. 

Michael grabbed a handful of her hair, and she squealed. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck, so fucking good..." she gasped, "cumming so hard... Please fuck me," 

He perched up on his arms and started to drill her hard, bouncing down into the soft, receptive pillows of her ass, driving her hips into the mattress. He fucked her harder and harder, the sensations driving him wild, while she gushed, cumming repeatedly, but silently, arching her back each time. She was so tight, and hot, and wet... He felt it coming. 

"Oh, Jenelle, you're making me cum," he grunted, blasting deep into her cunt. He came so hard, he was worried that the condom might burst, but it held up. He wilted, laying on top of Jenelle, both of them breathing hard, and finally pulled out, dragging the full condom with him. 

"Okay Mom.... now I.... get it," Jenelle breathed. "Would it be okay... if I joined you ...again next time you have him over?" 

"First of all, it's okay with me, if it's okay with Michael," she said, looking at him. He nodded. "Then, yes, you're welcome to get your pussy stuffed next week. There's enough of him to share. Second, we're not done yet. Michael is staying here tonight, with me, or us, if you decide to stay for more." 

"More? Of that? Maybe after I have a nap," she whispered, dragging herself under the covers and curling up in a ball. Michael slipped in beside her, in the middle of the bed, and Charisse completed the sandwich. The lights went out, and everyone slept, but only for a short time, as sexual hunger overcame fatigue. 

Not surprisingly, Charisse was ready for more action first, and woke Michael with her lips on his dick, sucking him back to life. At least until his cock took on a volume that exceeded the capacity of her mouth, at which point she reverted to stroking him smoothly. Her lips then found a new hobby, attacking his own with a feverish desperation. Michael was happy to return her attention, and his hands gently caressed her body, revelling in the smooth skin that covered her from head to toe. Certain areas of her finely tuned body warranted additional, more intimate inspection, a service that his lips were most eager to fulfill. 

Michael settled between Charisse's wide spread thighs, and began to shower her smooth, hairless mound with feathery angel kisses. She moaned softly, barely audible over Jenelle's cute snores and whistles. 

She smelled wonderful, and Michael inhaled deeply, filling his head with her scent, but he had more tactile things in mind. Tactile, and savoury. His tongue touched the moist skin just south of her pussy, which made her gasp, and then moan louder as he dipped into her folds, tasting the succulent, oily fluids that oozed from within. When he had eaten Charisse last week, she'd surprised him with a warm spray of those fluids, coating his face and neck. He was hoping that she could be coaxed into repeating the performance, because this time, he'd be ready to gulp the delicious honey down as fast as she could squirt it out. 

Michael, at Miranda's request, tried to think of each coupling with one of his clients as a learning experience, and he had successfully added a few surprises for her to his repertoire. He thought he might see how this particular one worked on Charisse, too, since it had made Miranda ejaculate like a sprinkler when he'd used it on her. 

He grazed on her slippery pussy for a few minutes more, making her loll her head from side to side on her pillow and groan appreciatively. She toyed with her nipples while he continued to lick her. Once he felt she was sufficiently 'warmed up', he repositioned himself perpendicularly, letting him get his fingers working as well as his tongue. 

Being a big guy, Michael had big hands, with long thick fingers, and he put two of them to work, reaching far inside her juicy snatch to find the little patch of rough textured skin that marked her g-spot. He flicked his tongue across her stiff clitoris while rapidly plunging his fingers in and out of her cunt, rubbing the spot furiously, and she howled loud enough to wake the dead, so it was certainly enough to wake Jenelle, who rolled over groggily and tried to focus on her Mother's mask of ecstasy. He was too busy coordinating his tongue and fingers movements to see either of their faces, but he noticed when Jenelle took a position parallel beside him and started to eagerly suck Charisse's pointy nipples. 

Charisse noticed too, and she went from merely moaning her delight to articulating it. 

"Oh my god! More! Please don't stop! Suck me harder!" she cried, grabbing Jenelle's head and holding it tight against her breast. Michael continued to saw his fingers deep inside her, and she was getting wetter and wetter by the second. Charisse suddenly arched her back, and he felt her abdominal muscles spasm, twitching under his touch. 

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" she screeched, and a jet of pussy juice shot out of her, spraying up his arm. Michael immediately covered her gushing cunt with his mouth, and was rewarded with a stream of warm, delicious fluid, then another, and another, which he slurped down happily. 

Charisse went limp, panting breathlessly, with her eyes fluttering open and closed. Jenelle had an astonished look on her face when she turned to Michael. 

"Holy shit! You made her squirt? Holy shit!" Michael held up his arm, which had a slick of Charisse's juice from fingertips to elbow, and Jenelle grabbed it, sucking his fingers hungrily. "Mmmm. She's still delicious, isn't she?" She noticed the matching sheen of pussy juice on his face, and moved to kiss him. 

Michael was surprised by the feeling of her lips on his. They hadn't kissed yet, despite having fucked earlier, and he'd been expecting something closer to her Mother's quite formidable style. What he got was way, way beyond, and closer to the way Miranda kissed him. Her kisses were gentle, almost loving. She wrapped her arms around his neck, which pressed her big, natural melons into his chest, adding to his enjoyment greatly. 

"I guess it's my turn again," Jenelle said quietly, smiling sweetly at him. "I think we killed her!" 

"I'm not dead yet, Jenelle, so stop moving your furniture into my house," Charisse moaned, "but you can use him for a while." 

That was good enough for Jenelle, and she retrieved another condom from the bedside table, opened the packet, and put it on him. She then laid back. 

"I'd like some gentle loving to start," she whispered, as though ordering from a menu. "Save the hard fucking for the end, and don't you dare cum in that rubber. I want it in my mouth, and on my face." 

So, both the Wilson women, mother and daughter, knew what they wanted, and weren't afraid to ask for it. Michael had no problem with that, positioning himself to enter her, as she had asked, and give it to her gently. She reached down, guiding him in. 

Michael watched Jenelle's face as he pressed into her pussy slowly. Her expression was a mixture of desire, surprise, pain, pleasure, and awe, but her cunt took the whole of his cock, all the way to the hilt. She moaned softly as he ground hard against her large clit, and kissed him again, this time with a more demanding tone. 

"God, your cock is so fucking huge! My little pussy is about to split wide open!" she hissed between kisses. "Fuck me nice and slow. Let me get used to it again." 

Nice and slow was fine with him, as it let him spend more time with her, face to face, and lips to lips. He would just pretend she was Miranda, so he started to shaft her gently, pressing home each stroke with a little twist of his hips, making sure to stimulate her clit. A steady stream of moans came from her throat, as her lips were busy tasting his, with her hands holding his head close. Sharp, snorting breaths of desire were soon unable to satisfy her need for oxygen, and she pulled away from the kiss. 

"Oh fuck, this is fantastic!" she gasped. "Your cock does things inside me I never knew existed!"

Michael gave her one extra hard swipe across her clit, and her eyes opened wide. 

"Oh shit,... Like that! Fuck! That makes my clit go crazy..." He did it again, and again. "Oh yes, oh yes... Yes! I'm gonna cum, baby! Your big cock... making me... Oh yeah! OhhhhhhHHHHHH YESSSSS!" She almost lifted them both off the bed as she screeched through her orgasm. Michael suddenly felt her pussy awash in hot juices. Charisse moved closer, and returned the attention her daughter had previously given her, latching on to a nipple and suckling furiously. Jenelle's screams went up an octave, an operatic aria of orgasmic bliss that Michael was sure the neighbourhood would hear. It shattered the 2 a.m. stillness, and Michael did nothing to silence her. 

In fact, he wound her up more, taking his rhythm from 'slow and gentle' to 'feverishly fucking', pounding into her sopping wet cunt with long strokes of his full length. Charisse rolled onto her back and began to masturbate, plunging eager fingers into her own pussy, itself dripping wet from her last orgasm. Jenelle's voice trailed off, or just attained frequencies beyond human hearing, he wasn't sure which. She had her mouth open, head thrown back, and was turning purple, she was cumming so hard. Michael felt his balls tingling, and knew he was close. 

"I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face, baby," he grunted, rutting harder still, moving into 'fuck her brains out' mode. She nodded. "You want me to cum on your face... To treat you like a dirty slut, don't you?" She nodded again, more energetically this time. She screamed again as another orgasm hit. 

Michael gave her a final few bone crushing slams, then pulled out, ripping the condom off with one hand, while stroking his massive meat with the other. Jenelle, despite the fact that she was still cumming, moved her face closer, joined by her Mother, who had obviously decided she'd like some icing too. Both women were fingering their oozing snatches while they waited, mouths open and tongues extended, for Michael's hot load. 

"Oh fuck! Here it cums!" he growled, pumping furiously. He painted both their upturned faces with several shots of goo, managing to get a couple of direct hits on the anxious pink surfaces of their eagerly reaching tongues. It was Jenelle who got the final shot, as she managed to get her lips around the head of his twitching cock and suck the dregs out. He dropped back onto his haunches, breathing hard, but what he saw next made sure he stayed hard. 




Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 02



Charisse and Jenelle started to lick his cum from each others faces. Cleaning up quickly escalated to making out, and making out soon led to amorous caresses. Michael watched, stunned and hard as a rock, as Jenelle pivoted on her knees and planted her dripping cunt on Charisse's face, wrenching her Mother's thighs apart to gain access to the equally wet pussy there. Charisse had been right to hold this information back. Watching them eat each other was HOT! He probably would have cum at the thought of it. 

He watched them for about twenty minutes. They each shuddered through at least one orgasm, but Michael was feeling a little left out, so her rolled a fresh condom onto his erection, then went to his position behind Jenelle. Charisse smiled at him from below, gripped his eleven inches in her elegant hand, and directed it into her daughter's pussy, tonguing Jenelle's clitoris as he slid in. 

Jenelle was busy, her tongue deep inside her Mother's pussy, so her initial reaction to his cock probing her depths was muffled, but her head came up quickly. Michael grabbed a handful of her long, silky hair, and pulled, forcing her back onto his shaft to the hilt. He could feel Charisse's tongue on his balls, and the point of contact where Jenelle's pussy stretched around his dick. 

"Ooooooohhhhhh! Uhnnnnn! Fuck!" she moaned, grinding back against him with her ass. "Yes, give me that big fucking cock! More!" He pulled all the way out, dipped his dick momentarily into Charisse's willing mouth, then skewered Jenelle again, slamming all the way into her muscular sex hard. Her ass quivered in his hands. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNN! YES! HARDER! HARDER! FUCK ME HARD!" 

He had no issues with giving her what she wanted. Watching the Wilsons feasting on each other in sapphic joy had lit the fire inside him. It was better in person than in any porno movie he'd ever seen, and now he wanted to fuck both of them... really FUCK both of them, as hard as he could, for himself. If she liked it as well, all the better. 

He pulled back, and started to drill into her furiously, pounding her cunt with a vengeance. He gripped her hips tightly, trying to maintain his leverage, but she was a little sweaty from the evenings activities and his grasp slipped a few times. That's when he realized that she was slamming back at him, every bit as fiercely as he was. This was a desperate, frenzied fuck, in every sense, and she was screaming while he grunted like a rutting pig. Mostly unintelligible, her vocalizations had moments of clear communication. 

"Oh fuck, yes... You're making me cum again! So fucking good... Yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. "God, please don't stop! Please! Fuck me hard!" 

Michael kept going, and she kept cumming, juices dribbling out of her abused cunt, and landing in her Mother's open mouth. Charisse had withdrawn from the furious action above her head out of self preservation, but was happy to watch Michael's giant tool violently impaling her daughter's swollen, engorged, dripping vagina, from close range. The slapping of their body collisions filled the room, along with Jenelle's screeches, and Charisse began to finger her own pussy. 

Jenelle's head snapped back again, and a ragged, rasping, gasping howl escaped her throat, her body shaking and twitching as a massive orgasm ripped though her. A few final desperate snorts marked the end, and she pulled away, yanking her destroyed cunt off his penis, and collapsing exhausted on her side, at the foot of the bed. She tried to catch her breath, staring through glazed eyes at him, then smiled. 

"Holy............. shit!" she hissed, "Un....... fucking...... believe..... able!" 

Michael looked down when he felt Charisse gently stroking his cock. She was smiling. 

"Got anything left for me?" she giggled. "That was incredible!" 

He smiled back, carefully moving away from her head. She quickly prepared, jamming a pillow under her ass, and spreading her legs wide. Michael harpooned her, and she gasped. 

"Fuck, yes..... Fuck me, baby! Fuck my brains out, like you did to her! Fuck my cunt hard!" 

The pillow wedged her hips up, changing his angles, but she must have done it for a reason. He had barely started when the reason became apparent. 

"Oh my god! That's it! I love it like this! So good, so deep! Fuck! FUCK!" she grunted through clenched teeth. "Oh, oh, ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh... CUMMMMMMMING!" 

Michael fucked her hard, watching her big tits bounce wildly across her chest, while she strained through multiple orgasms that ranged from screeching displays to silent, gasping spasms. She was bright red, twisting and arching her body as if in an attempt to escape from under him, while her fingers held his broad shoulders in the death grip that said she wanted to stay. He could feel his own climax nearing, and stepped on the gas, jackhammering her cunt. Charisse came again, or still, as she never really stopped, so it was difficult to say. 

"Cumming, baby!" he groaned. "Where?" 

Charisse wrapped her thighs tighter around him, and stared into his eyes. 

"In me..... Fill me! I want to.... feel you.... squirt!" 

Michael roared, grinding into her cunt hard as he sprayed his load into her, thankfully contained by the condom, while Charisse gasped through one more wave of pleasure, holding him close to her chest. 

"That's it.... Cum in me! It feels so good!" she whispered in his ear, smoothing his sweaty hair. 

The sleep that followed took them all the way until morning, with the sun well above the horizon when Jenelle stirred in Michael's arms. Charisse was pressed against his back, and they all shared the shower together, spending as much time kissing each other as they did washing the sticky residue of a night filled with sex off their bodies. It was pretty obvious that this was going to become a regular event, as both women had a glow of satisfaction about them. 

******

Michael unlocked the door and walked into Miranda's house, dropping his keys on the counter. The Wilson women had made him a good breakfast, before fucking him once more each in the kitchen, the fourth time of the night. Charisse took it laying down on the table, and Jenelle finished him off perched in the corner of the countertop, with her legs spread well beyond ninety degrees. 

Despite having eaten already, the morning round left him a little peckish, so he had stopped on his way home for coffee and danish pastries to share with Miranda. She was still asleep when he went into the bedroom. 

"Hi baby," he whispered, brushing the hair out of her face and kissing her. "How's my Sweetheart?" 

"Mmmm, lonely," she whispered, pouting for effect, "but better now that you're here." She kissed him harder this time. "How was the night with Charisse? Did Wilbur get a workout?" Miranda smirked, winking at him. 

"You could say that!" Michael laughed, fishing in his pocket and coming out with a huge wad of cash. He placed it in the sexy valley of cleavage on her chest, and flopped down beside her. 

"Um.... Honey? What's this? There's way too much money here. What happened?" She counted out $1200, arching her eyebrows. 

"The short version," he answered, yawning, "is that her daughter caught us in the act." 

Miranda covered her mouth, trying unsuccessfully to keep from laughing. 

"So," he continued, smacking her on the ass in retaliation, "I had to do both of them.... Four times. Each. Charisse paid for the night, for the two of them, and Jenelle... that's her daughter's name... kicked in the extra $200. Thank God for Viagra and condoms!" 

"You're probably too pooped to pop!" she giggled, caressing his face. He looked tired. 

"I think I've got one more in me. After all, you are my most important pussy!" 

"How many times did you cum?" she asked, her emotions a strange mixture of lust, excitement, and concern. Her mind was filled with images of her man, fucking two women to multiple orgasms, using his huge cock the way he used it on her. Her pussy got a little wetter. 

"Just four," he whispered, snuggling closer. He was still dressed, but she was gloriously naked. 

"Oh.... Is that all?" she giggled softly. "Why don't you rest, baby. I think you've earned it." 

Michael rolled off the bed and stripped quickly. His dick didn't look tired. In fact, the longer she looked at it, the longer and harder it got. 

"Are you sure? Wilbur wants to make love to his very favourite lady," he answered. 

Miranda smiled. He had almost said it, that he loved her, and that was good enough for now. She loved him enough for both of them. She opened her arms, welcoming him back under the sheets with her, and wrapping her legs around his waist when he was safely in her embrace. Their lips met, in a soft, loving kiss that escalated quickly when his huge cock found its target, slipping into her sopping pussy smoothly. 

Michael drove deep into her, firm but gentle, revelling in the sensation of her pussy gripping his skin without the intervening layer of prophylactic rubber to numb his desire. He really liked getting to fuck all these other women, but there was only one he loved, and she was writhing in bliss under his body right now. Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, fuelling the flames more, adding to the heat of her kiss. He felt her body convulsing, saw her eyes rolling back in joy, and joined her, pumping his hot seed into her, even as her pussy gripped him in her own orgasm. 

"Oh god," he grunted, breathing hard. She looked up at him, and he stared back into the reflective pools of her eyes. "I Love You." 

"I know, baby.... I Love You, too," she whispered. 

They fell asleep in each other's arms, their love now confessed. Tomorrow would be a busy day, but for now, tomorrow could wait.



Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 03



For those who have followed this series from the start, please enjoy this new chapter. New readers might want to catch up on the first two, and acquaint themselves with Miranda, Michael and the ever expanding cast of women who enjoy Michael's... well, if you've read the first two, you already know. 

As always, all characters are over eighteen. Have fun.

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Michael's phone pinged, and he fished it out of his pocket. It was a new phone, with biometric security, and he pressed his thumb to the sensor, unlocking it. The screen lit up, indicating that he should check his schedule for changes. 

Miranda had bought him the phone to celebrate their success, and also because she was slightly concerned that someone who shouldn't know about their 'business' might find out. After all, what they were doing, while completely consensual, was technically illegal. 

Okay... Maybe not just 'technically'. Sure, he wasn't standing on street corners, but it was still illegal. 

Michael flipped through the screens, scrolling to today's date. There it was, a four o'clock appointment where there had been none before. 

"Natalya Semenyova. Sounds like a Bond villain," he grunted, eating ravenously, refuelling after a morning of fucking Esmi Martinez's pussy and ass. She was still the only one to risk him using his huge pecker on her ass, and she couldn't get enough, insisting on it every time they got together. 

Natalya would be his second 'first-timer' of the day, as he was headed for the first rookie in a few minutes. Hiromi Takara had called last week, booking a spot on what Miranda had called 'United Nations Day", joining Hispanic Esmi and the sultry French Solange Savard. Now, Russian Natalya filled out the schedule. Michael could almost see Miranda giggling as she booked her. 

He typed a text message to Miranda. What? No Swedish bikini models? 

Seconds later, she replied. ; ) Sorry, not yet, but I'll keep my eyes open. Have fun. 

***

Twenty minutes later, he parked in the driveway of a beautiful home. Very Japanese in style, with ponds and waterfalls, he was awestruck. He took the long, meandering pathway to the front door, where he wondered how to ring the doorbell, deciding to knock instead. He had no idea what to expect when the door opened. 

Hiromi Takara stepped aside as she opened the door, bowing slightly. Michael returned it, self consciously, not knowing what to do otherwise. He took in her manner, very respectful and subdued, but she surprised him when she spoke. 

"Hello... I assume you're Michael. Please come in," she said in a voice devoid of accent, but still somehow fitting for her stature. 

She was... Tiny, like a doll. Maybe five feet tall on tiptoes, with shoulder length, raven-black hair and huge dark eyes, she smiled at him with ruby red, bee-stung lips. She was wearing a long, red silk robe, cinched snugly around her microscopic waist with a black sash and black trim. She was beautiful. 

"Yes Ma'am. Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Takara," he answered, taking her offered hand, which was small, delicate, smooth and warm. 

"Please, Michael... My husband passed away six years ago, and given what we are about to do, I think first names are appropriate. Call me Hiromi," she laughed, smiling again. 

She took him on a quick tour, beginning with the kitchen. The house was like a museum, spotlessly clean, elegant and surprisingly inviting, with rich wood tones abounding. 

"I would normally offer you some tea, but I don't think we need that much tradition, today. Something cool... a soft drink perhaps?" she offered. He thanked her, and watched her pour drinks for both of them. 

"I'm sorry to hear about your husband," he said quietly, "were you married long?" He was fishing for information. She looked much younger than he'd expected. 

"Twelve years. I was very young when we met, and he was much older than I. You were expecting an older woman?" 

"Well, I suppose I may have been. I certainly wasn't expecting someone so young and beautiful," he complimented honestly. 

"Neither was I!" she giggled. "So, I'm supposed to give you something to do, right?" She winked at him. Michael laughed. 

Hiromi glided into the living room with him in her wake. She reached up on tiptoes, using the sides of her index fingers to lift the highest of the displayed katanas from its cradle. She turned to him, still with the sword resting on the sides of her hands, the traditional, non-threatening way to offer someone a deadly weapon. Michael took the sword, unsheathing it at her request. 

He doubted Hiromi knew it, but he had a thing for samurai swords, marvelling at the workmanship. 

"This is a remarkable piece," he whispered. "Very old, yes?" She smiled, nodding subtly. "Traditional tamahagane, beautiful hamon," he said, inspecting the blade closely. He could see the hundreds of layers that made up the folded steel. "Very beautiful. I should polish it before we put it back, to get my fingerprints off it." 

Hiromi handed him the lightly oiled cloth, a slightly amazed look on her face. 

"You're just full of surprises, Michael. I wouldn't have expected you to know so much about Japanese swords... and to anticipate your first 'job'. When you're done, put it back, and we'll find something else." 

She led the way, stopping at a small, windowed niche in the hallway wall that held a beautiful bonsai tree, which she asked him to water for her, before leading on. She reached the end, and slid the shoji aside. 

"You must be exhausted. I apologize for working you so hard," she said quietly, smiling wryly as she led him into the bedroom. She closed the 'door' behind them. "Sit please," she said, gesturing toward the large platform bed. She went across the room, opening the shoji on the outside wall, before coming back to sit beside him. 

Michael was still blown away by the house. 

"So, Hiromi, may I ask what your husband did before he passed away?" 

"Oh sure... He was in organized crime... You've heard of the Yakuza?" she replied evenly. 

Michael froze. 

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" she laughed, slapping him on the shoulder. "Flowers... he owned... I guess I do now... hundreds of greenhouses around the world, and supplied flowers, orchids... even bonsai, like the one in the hall." She giggled again. "You should have seen your face!"

"Whew!" he laughed, thumping his chest to get his heart going again. "You got me good, there!" 

"Well, I couldn't have you treating me like a china doll. You're here for a reason, and I need you to relax and be you. Humour is a great icebreaker," she whispered, pushing him onto his back and rolling on top of him. 

She weighed next to nothing, like a kitten on his chest. There was something he didn't expect, though. Asian women, in his extremely limited experience, usually were not very well endowed in the breast department, but as she laid on him, he could feel the presence of a firm chest on his. 

Hiromi gazed down at him, and he pulled her closer, kissing her pillowy lips gently. She tasted wonderful, and kissed him back, parting her lips to admit his tongue. Several minutes of hot, moaning, passionate frenching ensued, during which his hands explored her firm, muscular little ass. 

"Your bath is ready," she whispered, breaking away from his lips and sliding off the bed. When he stood, she started to help remove his clothes, at least the parts she could reach. He was nearly eighteen inches taller than she was, so she concentrated on his lower half. She paused for a second, before pulling his obscenely tented underwear down to see what she was in for. 

"Michael!" she giggled, grasping his huge pole with both hands. She could have used about four more to hold it properly. "I think we're going to get along just fine, but I could probably use a little tongue action before you plant this thing in my little pussy!"

"I'd be delighted," he answered, smiling at the thought of sampling her little honeypot. 

"First, your bath," she laughed, leading him out onto the patio, where a deep, wooden barrel tub awaited him. 

Hiromi helped him into the warm water, directing him to sit on the submerged seat. Once he was in, she knelt on the step, and lathered a cloth, reaching around his body to wash him. 

It felt wonderful, and he began to wonder if he could somehow convince Miranda to do this for him. 

All too soon, she was helping him out of the tub, patting him dry, and leading him back into the bedroom. He sat on the bed, and she quickly sat on his lap, pressing her lips to his again. She was a fabulous kisser, and Michael immediately put her on his repeat list. 

"I can't wait any longer. Please take me Michael," she whispered, sitting up on his lap. She untied the sash on her robe, which was doubled around her narrow waist, karate style. He watched intently as she draped the silky garment off her shoulders, teasing him by concealing her chest. Finally, she smiled, and shrugged it off. 

Michael licked his lips as her breasts were revealed. Because she was so small, her breasts looked even bigger in relation to her chest, making her look quite busty, despite weighing maybe ninety pounds. Tiny nipples, pointy and erect, punctuated the smooth skin of her globes. 

Hiromi rolled off him, placing her robe neatly over a bedside chair, and showing him the entirety of her nude body, which was breathtaking. When she turned back to him, he saw the little patch of black hair that resided just above what appeared to be a very pouty pussy.

She crawled up onto the bed, and rolled on her back, spreading her legs wide. He didn't need to be asked, moving over between her thighs, eager to taste her. 

Oh my god! he thought, she may have the most erotic pussy I've ever seen! 

Like the orchids her greenhouses produced, her vagina pouted open wide, with thick, engorged lips, nearly purple in colour, and easily well over an inch long. Her clit was bright pink, about the size of a large pearl, and straining out of its hood. If she tasted as good as she smelled, he might just spend the day camped right here, gorging himself on her intimate folds. 

She gasped when he touched the tip of his tongue to her moist cleft, and moaned when he wriggled it in, parting her puffy lips to sample the delicious nectar she was secreting. A few long licks from her tight little asshole, up to her clit, opened the gooey petals of her flower wide, revealing the juicy pink interior. Hiromi had plenty to say, most of it seemingly out of character for her previous, proper behaviour. 

"Michael, your tongue feels wonderful! That's it... eat my cunt! Fuck my pussy with your talented tongue!" 

Directives soon gave way to animal sounds of sexual desire and gratification, Hiromi's tiny body twisting and squirming atop the bed. Michael had a firm grip on her hips and ass, holding her in place, with his tongue buried deep inside her hot opening. He licked her with wild abandon, sucking her thick lips into his mouth, and flicking her clit with his tongue. She was oozing delicious juices already, but he hadn't seen anything yet. 

"Uhn! Fakku ā! Sore wa soreda... Watashi no on'na o taberu! Watashi wa kamingu yo! Waaaaahn!" she screamed, arching her back and nearly, but not quite, wrenching out of his grasp. He didn't speak Japanese, but he didn't need to. Her pussy was translating quite nicely, and sweetly, gushing juices into his mouth as she came hard. Her porcelain smooth skin flushed pink, and she gasped for air, her orgasm breaking like a tsunami of pleasure over her. 

Michael rested, his chin on her mound, waiting for her to recover. It took a minute or so, but she peeked over her tits at him, smiling back. 

"That was incredible! Thank you, Michael!" she gasped, cupping her breasts and tugging her nipples unconsciously. "I'm about as ready as I'll ever be, so... gimme that dick. Fuck me!" 

Michael was a little hesitant. Thanks to his relationship with Miranda, his ever concise science teacher, he now knew that the massive chunk of meat that resided between his legs, nearly eleven inches long and as thick as a soda can at the base, had a volume of over 850 cc's, bigger that a lot of motorcycle engines. He didn't see how it could possibly fit inside Hiromi's pretty, petite pussy. 

She saw his concern, but wasn't about to go without. She sat up, wrapped her small hand around his shaft, and tugged him closer. 

"Please Michael... I'll stop you if it's too much, but I think you'll be surprised. Please fuck me." 

She was so cute, begging for it like this, and he wascurious, so he relented, moving between her legs, and rubbing his cock... Oops, almost got so wrapped up in her body, he forgot to wrap it up. It only took a few seconds for him to return wearing his condom, and pick up where he left off. 

The head slipped in easily, but he watched her for signs of discomfort. Pressing further, he would pull back, using a 'one inch back, two inches in' approach, and Hiromi, while obviously feeling the extreme size of his intruding cock, showed no signs of asking him to stop. Passing the three quarter mark, she was snorting and puffing, but wanted more. 

"Come on, baby, fuck me! It feels so good! My little pussy wants all of it!" 

He started to give it to her, as requested, but held back a little, fucking her deep but not going all out. He pussy gripped him quite snugly, but not as tight as some did, so he thought she could take more. Within a few stokes, he was amazed to be balls deep inside her astoundingly elastic cunt, pounding her delicate frame full bore. He was perched up on his arms though. The difference in their height would have had her eating shoulder if he laid flat, and it didn't seem right to put his full weight on her either. 

And, of course... he also wanted to watch her breasts dance, which they were doing a lot of right now as her fucked her hard. She was grunting and moaning, a rhythmic 'yuhn huhn' in time with his slamming thrusts. The bed groaned under his assault, and flesh slapping together brought a crimson blush to her ass. 

He felt her body tense under him, and her fingers dug grooves into his forearms. Her eyes, wild with lust and desire, bored holes into his, and she screamed. 

"Yaaaaaaaahhhnnnn! YESSSSS! FUCK, YES! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! I'M CUMMMMMMMING! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNN!" 

For such a little thing, she was surprisingly strong, and she came with a violence he didn't expect. Her hot little pussy tried to strangle his cock to death as she writhed under him, but she gradually wound down, panting from the exertion of her orgasm.  

"Let me... on top... please... baby," she breathed, regaining her senses slightly. "I want... to make you... cum!" 

Michael smiled and kissed her as she pulled herself up to his chest, lifting her body off the bed under him. He rolled over, bringing his clinging partner with him, and she got her legs under her, squatting on his pole rather than kneeling. He knew he was in for something special. Miranda did this occasionally, and while Hiromi was no where near as well blessed on her chest, she was still sporting a jiggly pair of D's that would be enticingly mobile like this. 

She started to bounce, skewering herself deeply. She braced herself using one hand until she settled in to her rhythm and found her balance, then moved both hands up, elbows high, tangling her fingers in her dark hair. As expected, Michael's eyes were drawn to her quivering tits with inevitable certainty, holding his lust filled gaze while she rode his hard flesh toward an equally inevitable orgasm. He reached up and pawed at her resilient boobs, tweaking her excitedly pointed nipples. 

Hiromi squealed, throwing her head back and howling to the skies as another climax hit her. She pressed down, grinding her abused pussy and over-stimulated clitoris against him, pushing herself over the top. Her orgasm proved too much for her balance, and she tumbled backwards, twitching in bliss. 

Michael was close, so he ripped the condom off and stood over Hiromi's exhausted, sweaty body, jerking madly. She smiled and turned her face up, offering a target as she leaned on one arm. 

"Cum on me, Michael! Let me feel that hot juice all over my face!" 

He had already cum once today, deep inside Esmi's ass. The thought of spraying on Hiromi's pretty face was more than he could resist. He stroked his length a final few times, and unleashed a deluge of thick, gooey spunk onto her peaceful countenance. She opened wide, capturing a few globs of his semen and swallowing greedily. Finally spent, he rubbed the oozing head of his cock over her sperm-soaked lips. She sucked him in, moaning with wanton lust, and scooping his discharge into her mouth with her fingers. 

After they rested in each other's arms for about twenty minutes, Hiromi saw Michael to the front door. He picked her up, holding her tight little ass in both hands, while she kissed him tenderly. 

"I'll be on the phone in a minute, making an appointment for next week, Michael. Thank you so much for today... It was wonderful." He put her down gently, and she reached into her robe pocket, pressing a wad of bills into his hand. "Until next week." 

Sitting in the car, Michael counted out $300. He texted Miranda, letting her know that Hiromi would be calling, and that he was going to eat closer to Natalya's house, so he wouldn't be late. 

***

An hour later, he parked two blocks away from the Semenyova house, as directed, and walked the rest of the way, ringing the side door bell. As with Hiromi, he had no idea what to expect. 

The door opened, and Michael gasped. Before him may have been the most strikingly beautiful woman he'd ever seen. 

"Mikhail?" the tall redhead asked, examining him quickly with her icy blue eyes. 

"Yes," Michael replied. Well, she is Russian. "And you would be Natalya?" 

"Da! Please, come in!" she said, smiling. She closed the door behind him, and led into the house, walking a few steps ahead. 

Michael's eyes caressed her tall, lithe body. She was nearly six feet tall, and dressed in what he assumed was workout gear, thin black spandex that hugged her delicious curves like a second skin. She had a fantastic ass, long, strong legs, and a tight, narrow waist. 

"Vould you like somezhing to drrink?" she asked, pausing in front of him, letting him see more of her. Flaming red hair hung in soft curls just past her shoulders, framing her delicate features, high cheekbones, and full, soft lips. He couldn't put a number to her age, as her skin was so perfectly smooth. Her neck, long, elegant and almost swan-like, flowed down into her lean, muscular shoulders. She was quite thin, but in an athletic and aesthetically pleasing way. Her breasts looked large on her chest, contrasting with the taughtness of the rest of her torso. 

"Yes, please," he answered pulling his eyes back up to her breathtaking face. 

When she returned with a glass of water for him, he was looking over the shelves of awards and memorabilia in the living room. Ballet. That explained the exercise wear, and the tight body. 

"I vas in Moscow ballet forr tventy yearrs. Now, I teach dancing. My husband vorks vitz Goverrnment. I hope is not prroblem zhat I am married?" she smiled. 

"Only if he walks in on us, Natalya!" he laughed, watching her eyes sparkle as she joined him. She suddenly got serious, taking the glass from his hand, placing it on the table, and stepping closer. 

"Zhat vill not be prroblem," she purred, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him softly. She moaned, kissing him again, more passionately. "He is avay, on business trrip. You visit frriend of mine zhis morrning. Esmi says you have verry big cock, and fuck herr in ze ass, too, so I call you." 




Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 03



"You know Esmi?" he laughed. "She really does like it in the back door." 

"Me too!" she giggled, batting her long eyelashes at him coyly. "I like it in ze ass too, but my husband has small dick. I vant big vone, in pussy and ass, to make me cum. You vill do zhis to me?" 

"Anything you want me to, Natalya." 

"Spasibo!" she hissed, kissing him again. She was so near his own height, kissing didn't involve any bending or reaching for either of them. She pivoted out of his arms, took his hand and led him to the bedroom, where she laid down and pulled him on top of her. This time, he was the aggressor, kissing her soft, receptive lips with purpose. 

Natalya and Michael pawed at each other, kissing and rolling around on top of the bed. Her body was incredibly firm from top to bottom, especially her bottom. 

Her hands began to pull at his clothes urgently, helping him off with his shirt first, and caressing the skin that was exposed gently. Before long, she had him down to his underwear, while he had removed her soft skirt, leaving only her leotard in the way. He fondled her breasts, raising the points of her stiff nipples to new heights under the fabric. 

She pushed him onto his back and squatted next to him, dropping into a split that no one but a ballerina could find comfortable. She was close enough to be groped, and he did so, while she leaned in to inspect the giant bulge in his underwear. She looked at him, a mischievous grin on her pretty face, and rolled the waistband of his shorts down slowly. She licked her lips as more and more man meat was revealed, moaning as the full stature of his monster met her eyes. He had been busy, as well, unsnapping the gusset of her leotard, baring her smooth, hairless pussy to his gaze, and his probing fingers. 

"Mikhail, yourrr cock is gigantic! Ogromnyy!" She giggled, and pressed her lips to the still hardening head of his dick. Her wet tongue did a few laps around it, leaving a trail of saliva. She needed more, and gracefully spun on her hip, straddling his head. "Vy lizat' moyu kisku, ya budu sosat' vash petukh. How you say... Sixty nine?"

"Da!" he laughed, smiling up at her. She smiled back, and went to work, sucking as much of him in as she could, starting with just the head. Directly over his face was a very pretty kitty, glistening wet already, and engorged bright red with excited blood flow. 

He flicked his tongue over her clit, getting rewarded with a moaning vibration around his cock. Her lips moved further down his shaft in concert to his tongue's probing intrusion up into her juicy folds. She undulated her hips, pressing her wetness harder onto his taster, and mewling softly in delight. 

Michael could feel her hand gripping the bottom half of his cock, but she had successfully inhaled the rest, bobbing her head rambunctiously on him, to the wet, gurgling noises of a desperate blowjob. He kept tongue-fucking her dripping gash, nibbling on her clit and sucking the thick, floppy lips that hung like curtains around his nose. He licked a finger, and started to warm up her rear entrance, sliding it into her slowly, which got her attention. 

"Mmmmwaaa!" she gasped pulling her mouth clear of his slimy dick, "Da! Priderzhivaytes' palets mne v zadnitsu! Uhnnnnn! Fingerrr my ass! Da!" She picked up where she had been, sucking him as deep as she could again. 

By now, Michael had his finger buried up her ass, and began to piston in and out in time with the rhythm of his flicking tongue. Her hips rocked back and forth, giving him the pace she liked, and he synchronized his moves with hers. It only took a few seconds before she was screaming around her mouthful of cock, sucking and pumping him furiously between screams. 

Her body started to shudder and shake. She arched, and threw her head back. 

"Da! Ne ostanavlivaysya! God, don't stop! I'm cumming!" she screeched, grinding her cunt on his face while he pummeled her tight asshole with his finger. She quaked in lurching spasms as she came, gasping for air, finally rolling off to flop on her side. "Zat vas incrrredible!" She reached for his cock again. "I vant zis in my pussy. You are rrready?" 

Michael nodded, rising quickly to put his condom on, and returning to find her on her back, having shed her leotard, holding her knees, with both legs spread in a split again, her pussy gaping open. Natalya's flexibility was going to make this an interesting afternoon. 

He knelt in position, put the head of his cock between her swollen lips, and slid in, watching her expression as he did. He loved watching the reactions of his ladies as their pussies stretched open around his massive member, especially the first time. Natalya didn't disappoint. 

Her eyes opened wider in surprise, and her mouth hung slack before forming an O shape. She then smiled, screwing her eyes shut at the sensation of his cock wedging her vagina open to dimensions she had never experienced before. Still, she held her legs wide, breathing in short, sharp pants, while he pressed steadily home, occasionally pulling back a bit before driving deeper. Her thighs began to shiver, and her breathing became more urgent. He knew she was getting close again, but he wasn't quite all the way in yet. 

She snorted, saliva spraying out off her gaping lips, and her eyes opened again, showing a wild, desperate, wanton fire that grew in intensity as her eyes locked with his. Her gaze pleaded, and he crushed the last two inches into her cunt with one final thrust. 

Natalya shrieked, releasing her legs and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, mashing her body against his while she shuddered in orgasm. 

"Please... FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "HARRRDERRR!" 

Michael went right into high speed mode, slamming her violated pussy feverishly, and she started babbling in Russian, screaming unintelligible epithets of encouragement. She was raking his shoulders with her nails and writhing uncontrollably, cumming repeatedly. He was now locked in on his own orgasm, feeling the familiar warm pressure that signalled it's approach. 

Perching on his arms, he drilled into her cunt with deep, violent strokes, bouncing her ass off the bed each time. Tears streamed from her eyes, giving him pause until she said one discernable word among the screams. 

"Morrre! Morrre!" 

He increased ferocity, his hips on autopilot as he neared his own climax. He growled and grunted, closer still, and Natalya understood. 

"Da, darling... cum in my pussy! I vant to feel you shoot hot sperrrm inside me! Cum!" 

Michael roared, loosing a flood of hot semen into her drooling cunt. Blast after delirious blast raced out of his cock, filling the condom with scalding passion. Finally, he could cum no more, and collapsed on her panting chest. She cooed in his ear and stroked his hair, soothing him even as her own joy began to wane. 

Michael rolled off of her, heading for the bathroom at her direction, and disposing of his condom. When he got back, she was stretching out her long legs. She scooted under the sheet, and held it aside for him, welcoming him into her arms with a kiss. They snuggled in silence for quite some time. 

He really liked the way his ladies made him feel. Appreciated, desired and not a freak. Not at all the way he'd felt just a few months ago, thanks mainly to his one special lady, Miranda. It was she who had made him realize that he was barking up the wrong tree chasing girls his own age. 

"Now," he whispered, nibbling her ear while caressing her breasts , "about your ass..." 

Natalya giggled, ducking under the sheet to coax his cock back to life. It took about three minutes of attention for her to revive it, and he 'dressed for action" while she pulled a bottle of lube out of the bedside table drawer. He laid back, letting her grease both his spear and her back entrance. 

She squatted over his hips, aiming his cock at the desired orifice, and slowly lowering herself onto it. There was initial resistance from her tight, puckered sphincter, but it soon yielded, admitting the head of his cock abruptly. She pushed down, her ass consuming inch after rock-hard inch of his shaft. While the look on her face spoke of the discomfort she was feeling, there was a hint of pleasure in her vocalizations, and she was in control. At last, she bottomed out, and sat, undulating her hips gently, and her face returned to its usual beautiful state. She looked down at him. 

"Oh boy, that is vone big cock! I did it zhough! Ta da!" she giggled, smiling and extending her arms above her head with balletic grace and flourish. 

Natalya leaned down, resting her breasts on his chest, and kissing him gently. He was curious. 

"Natalya... May I ask you a few questions? I've never met a Russian ballerina before," he smiled. 

"Da, anyzhing you vant. I have nozhing to hide." 

They chatted for a few minutes about Russia, ballet, and the like. She was wiggling her ass on his cock, occasionally moaning between sentences. He finally got to the questions he really wanted to ask. 

"How old are you?" he asked quietly. 

She cocked her head sideways, smirking. "How old you zhink I am?" 

He knew how this worked, but she really did look young. "Thirty?" he ventured. 

"Ha! You flatterr me! You know, ve arre alrready intimate... Zhere is nozhing to gain frrom butterring my brread!" she laughed, giving his hard cock a few strokes with her well stuffed ass. She moaned again. "I am forrrty-two!" 

"Really?" he replied, genuinely surprised. "Last question. I've never seen a ballerina... built like you... before. Aren't they usually, um, skinny?" He laughed, letting his eyes linger on her chest. 

"Oh! You mean zhese?" she giggled, cupping her boobs. "Vell, yes, most ballerrrinas arre 'skinny', and I vas a late bloomerrr, but neverrr got biggerrr than small C. Vhen I left Moscow ballet, I bought zhese. I zhink full D vorks vith my body. Do you like zhem?"

"Da, very much," he answered, rolling them over. She moaned loudly as he grabbed her ankles, holding her legs up and out, lifting her hips higher so that he could kneel. He was still buried to the hilt in her ass, and she was quite acclimated to his intrusion. 

Natalya started to finger her dripping pussy, plunging her fingers deep into herself. She challenged him with her eyes, daring him to fuck her ass hard. He pulled back, leaving just the head inside, then slid back in all the way. Her mouth opened and her head tilted back, but she maintained eye contact, continuing her defiant stare. He pulled back again, this time driving his cock home hard. A sharp 'slap' filled the room as his hips met the toned and muscular curves of her perfect ass, and she groaned, muttering something he didn't catch in Russian. 

Natalya's moans began to increase in pitch with each pounding stroke. The fingers buried in her pussy pressed deeper, and her thumb made a few passes over her clit, leaving the backdoor for his use and stimulation. He fucked her ass hard, making her scream and twist her body. What she did next was a surprise. 

She arched her back, screeched in Russian...and sprayed him! A stream of pussy juice splashed across his chest, and she squirmed free of his grasp, yanking her ass off his cock and collapsing on her side. She curled up in a very sexy fetal position, convulsing in the aftermath of her explosive orgasm. 

Michael looked down, admiring the slick that she had left on his upper body. He tasted it, and it was delicious. Natalya had recovered, but was still having trouble focusing on him. 

"Ooooooo my god! Vhat did you do to me? I've neverrr done zat beforrre!" she giggled rolling onto her back, puffing her cheeks, then releasing a long breath. "Spasibo!" She lolled her head in his direction, seeing his still hard cock. 

Natalya rolled off the bed and walked over to the doorway before turning to face him. She raised up onto her toes, arms in the classic ballerina pose, and raised one fully extended leg, grasping her ankle and lifting it over her head. He watched in awe as she placed her foot on the doorframe above, bracing her body against the side jamb. 

"My husband is too shorrrt forrr zis, but you vill be perfect." She saw the stunned look on his face. "A lifetime of ballet has cerrrtain advantages, and zis is vone of zhem. Come fuck my ass, please."

Hell yes, he thought, this could be fun! 

He stepped over to her remarkably positioned body and kissed her, slipping his cock into her gaping rear opening. She groaned as his giant tool filled her again, but held her lips to his in a very desperate kiss. She finally pulled away. 

"Da... Oh fuck, da! Fuck me, Mikhail! Fuck me hard!" 

Michael started to fuck her with fury, excited beyond reason at the thought of reaming this exceptionally beautiful woman's ass in this most unusual of positions. There was something about her beauty, elegance and grace that contrasted starkly with the act of fucking, standing in a doorway like rutting animals, and that contrast was cranking him up. 

Natalya was shrieking obscenities, begging for more and flushing pink with exertion and a constant stream of orgasms. Her thighs were shaking. He was too, nearing the point of no return. 

She heard him grunting as his climax neared, and pushed him away, dropping to her knees as soon as his cock left her ass. She ripped the condom off his steely member and plunged her mouth over the head, able to get maybe four inches of his gigantic pole into her mouth, but that was enough. One hand stroked the remaining shaft, while the other caressed his balls, and her head bobbed, eagerly anticipating his salty delivery. She sucked with frenetic zeal, willing him to cum, moaning, begging for his hot seed. Her needs won out. 

Michael grunted again, then roared as he exploded into her mouth. She stroked, gulped and swallowed his huge discharge, moaning in delight at the seemingly unending flow that he produced. She slurped the last of it from the head, and released him, smiling as his legs quivered and collapsed. He leaned back and slid down the jamb opposite her, gasping for air. 

They sat there, breathing hard and grinning at each other, for a few minutes. She moved closer and kissed him. 

"Michael," she whispered, using his name, rather than the Russian equivalent, "you can rest assured, zat I vill call you vheneverrr my husband is avay. You arre incrrredible!" 

***

"Honey, can I get diplomatic plates for my car?" Michael laughed as he came into the kitchen. Miranda was cooking dinner for them tonight, and he moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kissed her neck, and gave her huge boobs a quick grope, stuffing $900 in cash into her bra. She moaned, melting into him. The moan could have been for the kiss, or the grope...probably not the cash. Either way, she turned, pressing her lips to his passionately. 

"Mmmmm, " she said, finally pulling away." Diplomatic plates?"

"Yeah. Already today, I've had 'diplomatic relations' with a Mexican, a Japanese, and a Russian, with a French woman still to come. That's got to be some kind of record!" 

Miranda howled in laughter. "That's great, baby! I see you included Solange, as the French woman to come... Or was that, 'to cum'?" she giggled, twisting his words. He knew better than to play word games with a teacher, and surrendered. 

"And," she added, "you forgot me! Don't I count, anymore?" She pouted petulantly, playing up her disress. 

"My sincere apologies," he answered, taking her into his arms. The kiss that followed lasted long enough that dinner almost burned. 

They sat down to eat, and Miranda fished the wad of bills out of her bra. 

"Jesus," she whispered, "does everybody tip you? You must be really good in bed!" She winked, knowing full well how good he was, but wondering what new tricks he might have learned that she would soon be experiencing. 

After his first two weeks had cleared about $5000, his schedule had filled in, and now he averaged that much each week, including tips, with almost all of it cash. Four appointments a day, five days a week, with two overnights... plus Miranda. What had started as an exhausting schedule had settled into one his body had become accustomed to. Cumming three or four times a day was now normal for him, and the aerobic exercise of sex had cut his body into a magnificent example of muscularity, despite the increased calorie intake of five or six meals rather than three. 

They had decided to put his college life on hold, continuing to strike while the iron, and his clientele, was hot. 

Miranda now paid for almost everything with cash, making investments on their behalf from her accounts, building a nestegg for their future. She hoped the day when he would be hers alone was sooner rather than later. 

It wouldn't be tonight, though. A horny French woman would be benefitting from his company tonight. All night long. 

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Solange Savard greeted Michael at her front door, impeccably dressed, as usual. She was in her mid forties, blonde, tall, slim but top-heavy, and quite pretty. Her blue eyes twinkled with life. 

"Bon soir, Michel," she said happily, moving with sultry elegance into his arms. Her breasts, full and round, felt nearly as good as her lips, which felt fantastic. He had become a very good kisser, living proof that practice pays off, and Miranda had commented on the difference. 

"I thought we'd go out for a while. I feel like dancing," Solange smiled. "We have all night for... dancing... of the horizontal variety. Let's take my car, shall we?" He caught the keys that flew from her hand. "You can drive." 

Michael had admired the midnight blue Jaguar F-type the first time he'd visited Solange. Now he held the keys in his hand, while the other arm was connected to a gorgeous blonde, whose bed he'd be sharing all night. Best of all, he was getting paid to do all of it. He couldn't help smiling. 

The Jag rumbled in a sexy tone, responding to his right foot instantly. He treated her car with respect, but even driving a Jag respectfully was better than driving his. All too soon, they arrived at the club she had chosen and directed him to. This was more than slightly outside his social circle ; it was like an alien world, and was populated by beautiful women, amazons, and well heeled men with money. 

When he'd arrived at her house, he had noticed how beautifully dressed she was, and how her hair was up in a totally appropriate French braid. She had a wrap over her shoulders that obscured her top half, but he could see the knee length velvet skirt that hugged her legs and ass to perfection. Now, he went around to her side of the car, opening the door and taking her hand. She left the wrap in the car as she stepped out, and he got a peek down the deeply cut neckline of her silky top. She was going to attract a lot of attention. 

They approached the entrance, walking past the lineup of people waiting to get in. The doorman saw a tall, gorgeous blonde approaching, breasts swaying and bouncing in bra-less freedom under her clinging, shiny top, and waved them in, barely aware that Michael was on her arm. Inside, it was loud, dimly lit and crowded.

Solange was in her element, smiling and greeting friends, both new and old, occasionally introducing him to someone. This was not his thing, and he felt a little overwhelmed, but once they made it to a booth, he was able to relax. Drink orders were placed ; he was driving, and never really cared for alcohol anyway, so soft drinks were his, while she ordered a bottle of Dom. She curled up next to him on the couch, snuggling her firm body into his, wrapping his arm around her and nibbling on his neck. 

Michael was not a dancer, an unfortunate side effect of his previous difficulty with female companions his own age, but Solange was willing to teach him. He briefly thought about Natalya, wondering what he could learn from her that might be helpful. Other than how to fuck standing up in a doorway, that is. He felt eyes on them as they took to the dance floor, making him a little self conscious, but her confidence was catching. Soon he was able to stay with her without looking too out of place, and he started scanning the people around them. 




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He looked older than his newly turned twenty years, especially since he'd started his job, but still he was probably the youngest looking guy there, making him the target of every pair of hungry female eyes in sight. Most of the women were a little older. He wondered if this was a cougar hangout. While the women were undressing him with their eyes, most of the guys were following Solange's sexy curves with theirs. Her tits were almost falling out of her top as she danced, but that was the whole point, wasn't it? 

The song ended, replaced with a slower one, and Michael suddenly found himself with a sexy blonde French woman glued to both his chest and lips. She took his hands and placed them on her ass, moaning softly into his mouth as he squeezed her firm cheeks. That's when he felt others pressing in around them, as the solo females dancing in their immediate area rubbed against him. A huge pair of soft knockers leaned into his back, and a hand grabbed his ass. He knew it wasn't his partner's, as both her arms were around his neck, holding his mouth to hers. Other breasts made contact with his arms, hard nipples poking him. If not for Solange's body being tight against him, he was sure they'd be groping his cock, which he may have been fine with. 

The song ended, and Solange led him back to the table, holding her empty champagne glass while he refilled it. Various women stopped by, some sliding in beside her to whisper in each other's ears. Others parked their asses next to him, examining him up close with both their eyes and hands. A few weren't shy about grabbing his crotch, eyes opening wide when they felt what he was packing. 

Solange excused herself, and led a herd of women in the direction of the restrooms. He had always wondered why women did that. Maybe he'd ask Miranda sometime. 

He hadn't seen the owner of the big boobs that pressed into his back on the dance floor, but the woman sitting next to him now was well qualified for the lineup. He couldn't help glancing into the delicious looking crease of cleavage her dress offered up. She leaned closer, cupping her hand over his ear. 

"Do you like my big tits?" she asked, pressing them into his side. He smiled. "34J, all natural. You can touch them if you want to," she continued. He turned, looking for Solange, but she wasn't back yet. Michael felt a hand on his cock. "Oh my god!" 34J gasped, licking her lips, "You're fucking huge!" 

She had invited him to touch, so he did, using both hands to heft and caress one of her massive mammaries. "You've pretty huge, yourself," he smiled, bending to kiss the flesh bulging out of her neckline. He felt a hand smack the back of his head, playfully. Solange was back. 

Solange took two fingers, picked up 34J 's hand like a dead rat from his crotch, and dropped it on the table. 

"Not tonight, sweetie," she warned her huge-breasted competition. "He's paid for. Book your own appointment!" She looked into Michael's eyes. "I think we'd better get out of here, before you have to fuck every woman in the room... and a few of the guys, too," she teased. 

Back in the car, Solange took over caressing his cock through his pants. 

"I can't possibly suck that pole of yours in this car, baby, no matter how much I want to. You're just too fucking big. I suggest you get us back to my place, très rapidement! Don't spare the horses!"

The Jaguar was more than capable of fulfilling that request, and they rolled to a stop in her driveway a few minutes later. 

"Nice car," Michael laughed, turning off the ignition. 

"Nice cock!" she giggled stroking him again, turning both of them on even more. 

"Sorry about the big titty woman," he whispered. "I got carried away."

"Don't apologize, Michael... That's why we went there! So you could meet more women." 

They made it inside before their urges became an unstoppable force of nature. Michael pinned her to the wall in the entryway, kissing her desperately. Yes, he was getting paid, but he wanted her. Bad. Tonight was going to be easy, because he was going to fuck her senseless, several times. 

His hand slipped inside her blouse, mauling her left breast urgently. She returned his kisses and caresses in kind, every bit as wound up as he was. Suddenly, she pushed him back, forcefully, giggling joyfully as she raced past him and up a short flight of stairs. He followed, nearly tripping on her discarded shoes as he removed his own. He burst into the bedroom... empty. 

"I'll only be a second, my darling," her voice wafted in from the bathroom. "I had to pee, but I want to pick up where we left off." 

Michael had his back to the bathroom when Solange was done, and she took advantage, doing her best Dick Butkus impression, bowling him over onto the bed. She tried to roll on top of him, but he was bigger, and reversed their positions, getting on top and pinning her down, holding her wrists over her head. She struggled slightly, but he could see the look in her eyes, which told him that escape was the last thing on her mind. She wanted to be taken. 

He pulled her wrists together so that he could hold them with one hand, freeing his right to fondle her breasts. He bent to kiss her, but she twisted away, playing hard to take. He untied the wrap sash around her waist, and pulled open her blouse, exposing her fully rounded, magnificent breasts, which he bent his head to, sucking and biting at her erect nipples without any gentleness. She moaned, writhing in feigned distress. Michael was stronger, but she was easily capable of pulling her hands free if she wanted to. She made no attempt. 

She stared up at him, breasts heaving and rolling across her chest as she moaned and bucked her body under his. Her thighs were wide spread, and he reached up under her skirt, pulling it up around her waist. Stay-up stockings and a tiny thong came into view. He grabbed at the waist of her thong, tugging it up tight between her pussy lips. He watched her face, seeing the excitement and desire there as he pulled higher, and higher, until the fabric could take no more, shredding under his grasp with a groaning shriek. Solange gasped as he threw the destroyed garment across the room, but her eyes begged for more. He really wanted to just pull out his cock and fuck her brutally, but that wouldn't be fair to Miranda. She trusted him to protect them both. 

He started to finger Solange's pussy, finding it awash...dripping... oozing juice. She squirmed as he plunged multiple fingers into her. Her cunt made wet, squishy noises, and she started to scream. 

"Oh fuck... Yes! My cunt is so wet! I need your cock... Fuck me! Fuck me now!" 

He released her, standing to disrobe, but she didn't move at all, instead merely watching him intently as he stripped. Her eyes burned holes in him, locking onto his huge cock as he put his rubber on. He took his position on the bed again, ready to fuck her, but she merely cleared her throat, rolling her eyes up toward her wrists, still together above her head, but not held by him yet. He smiled, nodded, and put his left hand up to restrain her. 

"That's better," she laughed, starting to twist and struggle again, trying to escape. 

Michael took his cock in hand, and planted the head between her gooey labia, pushing into her. His right hand joined his left, now truly restraining her as he drove the length of his monster deeper. 

"Oh god no!" she cried. "Please stop! Please don't hurt me!" Solange was saying 'no', but nodding her consent, gasping for air as he filled her clutching pussy with his hardness. "NO! NO!"

She was struggling more now, really pulling, trying to free her hands, but her legs had wrapped up around his waist as he started to fuck her deeply, drilling into her gushing depths with slow, firm strokes. She continued to beg him to stop, while her legs pulled him deeper with each thrust. 

"God no! NO!... Please don't! Stop! Don't... Stop!... God, don't stop! Fuck me harder!" she shrieked as he started to pound her cunt furiously. He released her wrists, and she immediately grabbed his head, connecting her lips to his in a kiss of desperate desire. She moaned as he fucked her, harder and harder, but words were no longer necessary, or possible. He was mercilessly abusing her cunt, and she was loving it. 

"N'arrêtez pas! J'avoir orgasm! "she squeaked, cumming loudly in a series of snorts, grunts and moans that spoke loud and clear. 

For his part, Michael was closing on that goal himself. The activities at the club had really primed his pump, and the role playing had been quite exciting, as well, so he found himself nearly ready to cum. A few more minutes of shafting her put him over the edge. 

"God, Solange, you're so fucking hot... You're making me cum... Now!" he grunted, shooting his load inside her. Her eyes lit up at the sensation, and she craned her neck up to kiss him passionately. 

Michael wilted, rolling off her to rest at her side. 

"Michel, mon cher," Solange breathed, smiling at him in satisfaction, "that was... formidable! You are a wonderful lover!" 

He smiled back, catching his breath. She was laying on her side, skirt up over her hips, blouse wide open, resting her head on her arm. Her fabulous breasts were stacked atop each other, making them even more enticing. 

"Have you ever wondered, my darling, why women are willing to pay you to sleep with them?" she asked, still with a dreamy look on her face. 

Well, actually, yes, he thought. I've been wondering about that since day one. I'd do it for free, so I'm sure most guys would. The look on his face must have been response enough, because she continued. 

"I'm sure there are some of your clients who are merely curious what being fucked by someone with your... talent... would be like," she began, looking at his flaccid, but still huge, cock. "I don't need to tell you that your dick is quite unique." She kept looking at his penis and licking her lips unconsciously. 

"I'm also sure you noticed that there were several men at the club who wanted to take me home." He nodded. There had been at least a dozen. "So, without sounding too vain and arrogant, you could say that I could get laid as much as I want easily, oui?" She was tracing her nipples with her fingertips and moaning softly occasionally. She suddenly rolled onto her stomach and stared at him seriously. 

"I suppose I can really only speak for myself, but I know some of your other lady friends... They told me about you... So, I assume that they feel pretty similar. We pay you because you make us feel special. We pay you because you always take care of our needs, no matter what, before your own. We pay you because you make us feel loved." She paused, looking through him with her piercing blue eyes. "I've had my share of emotional attachments, and I have decided that I don't need any more, but I still like to feel the way you make me feel." She laughed. 

"Of course, we also pay you because you have a giant cock that makes us cum, and cum, and cum... like no other cock ever has... and since I can't own you, I rent you!" she gave her best Vanna White hand twirl over his crotch, as if revealing the solution to a great puzzle. She rolled off the bed and whisked off into the ensuite bath, returning with a warm cloth. She shed her remaining clothes before rejoining him on the bed. 

Solange carefully peeled the condom off his dick, then gave him a mischievous look, dropping her head to suck his limp, but still substantial member. 

"Mmmm," she moaned, "I Love icing on my cock. So délicieux!" She wiped him with the cloth, and patted him, pulling the sheets back and inviting him to join her. "Peut-être une petite sieste, mon amour? Nous avons toute la nuit."

She doused the lights, and the lovers drifted off to sleep. 

Michael woke in the dark bedroom, seeing his phone glowing softly. He had a message waiting. Phone in hand, he pressed his thumb on the security sensor, and saw the message from Miranda. 

Hi baby. How's tricks? 

Just fine. Napping between rounds. What's up? he typed. 

What the fuck did you do tonight? My phone just blew up a couple of hours ago. You're now booked solid for the next month. Fifteen new clients. 

Really? Wow! Solange took me dancing at a cougar club to meet new women. Guess it worked. he responded. 

Dancing? You? Haha. Meet anyone special? Miranda typed. 

Special? No. You're the only one who's special to me. But there was one memorable one. Boobs you wouldn't believe, he answered. 

Ah, I'll bet I would. 34J? Sophia. She said to tell you that her tits are waiting for you. Next Saturday night. Seems you made quite an impression. Watch you don't smother under those puppies! she jibed. 

Solange stirred next to him. 

Gotta go. I'm on!  he typed quickly, turning the phone off. 

"Isn't it poor etiquette to text one woman from another woman's bedroom? I doubt Emily Post would approve," she giggled, patting his chest and cuddling closer. 

"I doubt Emily Post even knows what a text is," he laughed, kissing her forehead, "and if she knew what we just did, she'd have a stroke! Besides, it's your fault! You're the one that wanted to go dancing. Now I'm busy for the next month." 

"What?" she asked, sitting up. "Shit! I don't think I'm booked that far out! Merde! I didn't think they'd be calling so soon."

"Don't worry about it," he whispered. "I'm sure we can squeeze you in somewhere." 

"Really, Michael?" she asked, smiling lewdly. "I have somewhere I need you to squeeze into right now! Are you available?" She took the foil packet in her teeth and tore it open, putting the little rubber donut on her fingertip. "May I dress you?" 

"Mais oui," he whispered. 

A few minutes later, Solange was riding his cock vigorously, treating him to a spectacular display of bouncing feminine flesh. She dangled her big tits in his face, encouraging him to latch on to one of her thick, erect nipples. He didn't need to be asked. He just loved big tits, and got great enjoyment from suckling them. His mother had a pretty good pair on her, so maybe that's where it started. Whatever the reason, he was more than willing to please his French hottie, any way he could. He sucked her, and she rode him to a shuddering orgasm. She rested her breasts on his chest, bending to kiss him and coo sweet nothings in his ear, most of them in French, which he only partially understood. 

"Ce fut magnifique, ma chérie ... Encore une fois?"

'Encore' he recognized, and he was in complete agreement, rolling them over without removing his cock from her warm, wet pussy. He settled on his knees, grasping her ankles, and placing them on his shoulders. Solange new what was coming, and purred her contentment . 

"Oh Michel, mon amant... Fuck me with your huge cock! Treat me like a common tramp, and cum on my face!" She was the second woman today to ask for a facial. Michael liked looking down at one of his beautiful lovers smiling up at him through a thick coating of his goop, and whether it was Miranda, Ashley, Esmi, Charisse, Jenelle ... God, he'd cum on a lot of women lately... Hiromi, or Solange, he was always happy to accommodate them. 

She wanted him to use her, so he did, starting to drive deep into her hot valley of pleasure. With her legs up in the air like this, he was folding her in half as he pounded into her pussy. He watched his huge penis pull back each time, until just the head was inside her, before plunging back into her depths, stretching her engorged cunt lips to obscene widths. Through it all, she screeched in delight, a combination of English and French obscenities mixed with animalistic grunts and groans. She came at least twice that he was aware of. 

Solange stared up at him, watching for signs of his impending climax while he thrust his cock into her cunt furiously. He grunted, and nodded almost imperceptibly, but she read it perfectly, pushing him off and scrambling to her knees in front of him. She reached for him, getting her hands on his pulsing shaft, covered with her slippery pussy juice, which made it a bit harder to remove his tightly stretched condom. She succeeded on the second attempt, wrapping both hands around the massive shaft and pumping it firmly. 

"C'mon baby... Gimme that hot cum! Do it! Spray me!" 

There was no doubt that Solange was sexy as hell, but she was also graceful and elegant, so hearing her beg for him to cum on her like a dirty slut was strangely out of place. Also exciting, very exciting. 

She jerked him harder, teasing the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue, while he watched from above. 

"Oh fuck," he grunted, locking his gaze with hers. "Get ready... Here it cums!" 

Solange pursed her lips about an inch away from his cock. She felt him flex in her grasp, and braced herself. 

The first rope hit her right on those luscious pouty lips, ricocheting wetly in every direction across her face. She immediately looked like a sexy ink blot, kind of a slutty Rorschach test, but he was just getting started. He spurted again, this time directly between those parted, cum slicked lips, into her open mouth. Again and again, he flexed in her hands, filling her mouth to overflowing. She moaned, staring into his eyes with a wanton fire that demanded more. She extended her tongue, resting his still squirting cock on the slimy surface, and pushing a wave of semen out as she did. It oozed thickly down over her chin, hanging like some kind of obscene turkey wattle, until the motion of her jerking hands caused it to snap, landing wetly in the deep valley of her cleavage. 

Michael watched her, groaning at the sight of her getting a porn star facial from his huge cock. This was his third night with Solange, and she had grown more erotic each time. The thought of spending more time with her was both intriguing and frightening to him. What could she do next time to top this? 

Michael's legs quivered, and he sat heavily on the bed, while she licked her lips clean. She smiled at him, trailing her fingers through the gooey mess on her chest. 

"Ooooooo, you got me good, didn't you?" she cooed, rubbing his discharge into the firm curves of her breasts. "I do like being treated like a sex object! It makes me so hot, and you do it so well!" She rose to her feet and slinked sexily towards the ensuite bath, scooping and licking as she went. She paused at the doorway and looked back at him, sucking on three cum covered fingers. "Mmmm hmmm! So good!" 

He smiled wearily and blew her a kiss as she disappeared into the bathroom, dragging himself under the covers to await her return. His eyelids were heavy, but he held on until she was back in bed with him. He cuddled behind her, spooning her in his arms, and cradling her big tits in his hands. She wiggled her firm rump into him, and they drifted off to sleep. 

***

Michael walked through the front door of the home he was just beginning to think of as 'theirs', rather than 'hers', trying to be as quiet as possible. Miranda was still asleep; it was Sunday morning, after all, and even though Solange had fed him before he left her company, she had also ridden him to two more screeching orgasms before sucking him to one of his own, so he was hoping to slide into bed for a nap. 

He peeked around the door frame, watching Miranda sleep for a few seconds before gliding in. He had ditched his clothes in the living room, so he carefully pulled back the sheet, rolling in beside her. Thankfully, the memory foam mattress they had recently purchased allowed him in without disturbing her, and he laid quietly beside her for a few minutes. 

On her bedside table, he saw her favourite dildo, covered with a dried layer of her delicious juices. It was a monstrous piece of black rubber, longer than his own eleven inch tool, but no match for his thickness. He could only guess that she'd felt in need of some relief after their early morning text session, and had been forced to settle for a stand-in while Solange had made use of his hard cock. He felt a little guilty about that, and reached over her sleeping form to leave the wad of cash next to her big rubber friend. She stirred slightly, pressing back against him. 




Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 03



"Mmmm, you should get out of here... My husband will be home soon!" she whispered. 

Husband. I like the sound of that, Michael thought as he watched the corners of her beautiful mouth twitch, unable to keep from smiling. One eye flickered open slightly, and she giggled. 

"I thought you'd never get home!" she said, rolling over to pull his lips to hers. "That French bitch had better pay well, because my pussy was really lonely last night. Did she leave anything for me, or are your balls empty?" 

"Well... " he smiled, cupping one of her massive breasts with his hand and thumbing the thick nipple that stood tall from its surface, "... she tried to drain me, but I always save some for you, baby." 

"So sweet of you!" she laughed. 

"Also, she did pay well," he answered, nodding to the $800 in hundreds sitting where he'd put it, "and I see your pussy had some company, anyway." 

She turned to see the cash, and the giant rubber cock standing on its suction cup base, stuck to the bedside table. 

"Yeah, well... a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," she pouted, her eyes glistening with lust. 

"Can I interest you in the real thing?" he whispered, smiling down at her. 

"Absolutely!" she giggled, pulling him on top of her and spreading her legs, welcoming his huge pole into her decidedly well prepared pussy. Dreaming of him had left her cleft dripping wet, and he slid deep into her smoothly, his groan of joy harmonizing nicely with her own. She kissed him and sighed, happy to have him again, at last. 

Michael fucked his former teacher / future wife with a gentle fury, bringing her to three clawing, clenching orgasms before he filled her hot cunt with his semen. He was spent, and was soon snoring in her arms, while she played idly with her juicy, cum filled pussy, deep in thought. 

Michael was now the best lover she could possibly hope for. He had been gifted with the physical talents that made him a world shaker in bed, but now he also knew how to use it, an opinion several of his clients had been happy to share with her while booking repeat appointments. She could hear the desire in their voices, something that pleased her from a business point of view, but worried her a little personally. This was, after all, a temporary 'job', and she did want him to herself, eventually. One thought kept haunting her. 

Would she be able to handle him on her own, when he wasn't getting laid by twenty or so women a week, or had she created a monster? 

Only time would tell. 

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Thanks for reading... Michael and Miranda will be back, as will his other lady friends. Please cast your votes, and send me your thoughts. I appreciate it. 



Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 04



Michael and Miranda are back. 

I believe there's at least one more chapter to come, so if you'd like some more please tell me. 

As always, all characters are over eighteen. 

Politely phrased feedback or comments, both positive and negative, are welcome, and please don't forget to vote when you're done. 

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"Holy shit!" Miranda sighed, flopping down beside Michael on their bed, gasping for air as she recovered from the mind-numbing orgasm he'd just given her. She had always liked doggy style, but this had been something new. "Who... did you... learn that... from?" 

"I think you have Natalya to thank for that one," he laughed, watching her huge tits quiver with her ragged breathing. "I could show you another trick she taught me, but you won't let me near your ass." 

"That's right," she hissed. "I know.... I'd probably like it, but..... maybe someday. Until then, you'll have to make do with my pussy." She rolled onto her side, giving him a quick scan. "That's not a problem, is it? Because if it is, I'll get the lube and bite on a wooden spoon while you fuck my ass!" 

"That won't be necessary, my darling. Yes, I like it, but it's more for their reaction than mine. Besides, your pussy is better on your worst day than their ass is on their best," he smiled. 

"Oh, thank god!" she giggled. "The thought of you putting that in my ass sounds painful!" she added, patting his still hard cock. "My pussy, on the other hand, absolutely loves being stuffed with your giant dick...." she rolled on her back, spreading wide, ".... Please?" 

"Good lord, woman, haven't you had enough?" he laughed, playing up his supposed reluctance to climb aboard her perfect ebony body and fuck her dripping gash some more. 

"Never!" she said defiantly. 

"Good," he smiled, rolling between her legs once again. Her pussy seemed to pull him in, stretching easily around his girth. Miranda grunted with satisfaction as he reached the bottom of her cunt in one smooth stroke. 

"Ooooooo, baby.... Fuck me! Fuck me so good.... Show me something else I've never seen before!" 

"Hmmmm," he smiled, mentally flipping through his extensive file of experience, gleaned through hundreds of hours in bed with dozens of women. She had started him on this path so he would stop wasting his time chasing girls, and realize that there was a whole world of women who would welcome his attention. Now they were in love, and he had leaned enough to be her perfect lover for the rest of her life, a position he would gladly take. He smiled. 

"Okay, how about we try..... THIS!" he laughed, shifting his position and driving into her anew. 

Miranda's screams of joy reverberated through the house. 

Michael loved that sound. 

***

Michael parked in the driveway of Sophia's house. It was his fourth time with her, and she didn't disappoint. Ever since the night she'd 'introduced' herself to him by grabbing his crotch at the cougar club a month ago, her breasts had been the subject of his dreams. As she had said that night, '34J and all natural' was the most truthful advertising he'd known. 

She had texted him a few minutes ago, letting him know to join her in the backyard, where she was working on her tan. He walked in through the gate, and found Sophia laying on one of the huge poolside lounges, wearing next to nothing. 

He observed her in silence for a minute, watching her breasts rise and fall with her breathing. She was almost spilling out of the tiny black bikini. Sophia's body was softly feminine, with an extra pound or two here and there, but she carried it well, and it fit well with the enormous rack she was so proud of. 

"Are you going to stand there and gawk at me all day, or come over here and kiss me?" she asked, rolling onto her side and peeking over her sunglasses. She knew exactly what she was doing, and knew his eyes would be inevitably drawn to her cleavage as she stacked her huge tits atop each other. He didn't need to be asked twice. 

The lounge was easily big enough to accommodate both of them, more of a couch than a chair, and he wasted no time in joining her to provide the requested kisses, snuggling tight against her pillowy melons. They made out eagerly, and Michael caressed her body lovingly, from the full curves of her firm ass to the spectacular globes that inhabited her chest. 

She peeked around his head as she kissed him. 

"Hmmmm," she whispered, kissing him softly, "I think..." kiss, "... we have..." kiss, "... an audience." 

"Really?" he answered between kisses, resisting the urge to look. "Is that a problem?" His hands plucked at the thin strings that held her bikini top in place, unravelling the bow that secured them behind her back. He pulled her on top of him, and she sat up across his hips. 

"For me? Of course not," Sophia giggled, pulling at the strings behind her neck. Her massive breasts shook as she removed her top, tossing it across the deck. "I love being watched! It makes me hot!" 

"Then you must be watched all the time, because you're always hot to trot!" he laughed, lowering his head to nibble at the erect points of her nipples. She lolled her head back. 

"Mmmm, that's nice..... You know how much I like you grazing on my sensitive nips. You make me very juicy." She tilted her head. "Yeah, she's up there, watching from the top bedroom window. Mary Johnson... a bit of a busybody, but nice enough. Pretty quiet." 

"You should invite her over some time," Michael suggested, cupping her heavy breasts in his hands. 

"You're right!" she giggled, immediately waving up at the window where Mary was watching them. "Hi Mary.... why don't you come over here to talk?" she called, crooking her finger at her neighbour. She shook her shoulders, wagging her big, round boobs suggestively. 

"Well, if it was me up there, I'd be down here like I was shot out of a cannon," Michael laughed, "but maybe she's not into girls!" 

Sophia tried to look hurt, as though anyone could resist her ample charms, but she just giggled, and shimmied down his body, reefing his belt open and undoing his shorts. She pulled his semi-hard cock out, and licked the length of the shaft. 

"Let's see her resist this thing!" she hissed, plunging her mouth down, stretching her lips as far along as she could. She sucked it as deeply as her sexy mouth would allow, and Michael laid back to enjoy the sensations. After a couple of minutes, Sophia pulled her mouth off with a 'pop', and stood, grabbing the satin robe that hung from the back of the lounge. "Keep yourself ready for action.... I'll be back before you can say 'boo'. "

She was pulling the robe on as she went out the gate, returning a few minutes later, dragging her uncooperative neighbour with her. 

"..... Mary.... I saw you watching us, but it's okay. I'm not mad!" 

"No! I wasn't... Really! Sophia, please let me go! I shouldn't be here.... My husband..." 

Sophia stopped dragging her and turned to face her. "Mary, your husband will never hear it from me," she said calmly, "and it's okay that you were watching. If I didn't want to be watched, I would have been inside."

Sophia's demeanour had diffused the situation, and Mary stopped struggling. Michael got his first look at her. A skinny, mousy little blonde, with horn rimmed glasses, she wasn't unattractive, but with her hair pulled back as it was, she looked like a librarian. Her housedress hung like a garbage bag on her thin frame, making an assessment of her body impossible. 

"Just sit right here," Sophia said, directing Mary to the lounge next to the one Michael occupied. "If you want to watch, you might as well be able to see." 

Mary looked away from Sophia's face and saw Michael sitting there, naked, with his huge tool standing at attention. She froze, unable to wrench her eyes away from his cock. 

"Oh my god! It's huge! It's even bigger up close!" she gasped. 

Sophia dropped her robe, peeled her thong off and laid beside Michael. "If you think it looks big, you should feel it inside you! It is incredible!" She turned to Michael. "Would you mind giving me the benefit of your very talented tongue, my dear boy?" 

"Not at all," he answered, taking his place between her wide spread thighs. He turned his hips toward the new recruit, so she could see him as he ate Sophia's drenched vestibule. Mary watched, stunned. 

Michael wasted no time, swirling his aforementioned tongue around Sophia's clit, which was prominently displayed at the top of her very juicy pussy. She vocalized her delight, moaning softly. 

"Oh Mary, you should try this! He's got the most remarkable tongue! And he always makes me cum," Sophia whispered. Michael now had two fingers teasing her hole open as he licked, nibbled and sucked the delectable folds of her vagina. He toyed occasionally with her rosebud, plucking the rim playfully. She giggled when he did. 

"You can tease me all you like... I'm still not going to let you put your giant cock in there!" she gasped, holding his face tight to her pussy. "You wouldn't let him fuck your ass with that monster either, would you Mary?" Sophia was really pushing the envelope, but she figured Mary would have already run away if she was going to. 

"I don't... Um.. What? I mean... Yeah he's really big... Ah, my god, so big..." Mary mumbled, transfixed. She was licking her lips unconsciously, and squirming a bit, like she had ants in her pants. What was really happening in her pants was more basic. Her pussy was on fire. She put both hands between her legs and squeezed them tightly, but it had no effect. 

Sophia was squirming now, too, because Michael had her on the verge of a huge orgasm. She was tugging at her nipples and groaning, breathing in sharp snorts as she got closer and closer. 

"Oh yes... Right there! Stay right there!" she grunted, as he hit the spot. "Ooooooo, you're gonna make me cum baby... Just like that! Yes! YES! NYAHNNNNNNNNNN! YES!" Her grunts gave way to a restrained scream, her face reddening as she tried to stay quiet enough to avoid a visit from the police. 

Michael sat up, wiping his chin of Sophia's juices, and saw something new. He tapped Sophia on the knee, getting her attention. She opened her eyes, and he tilted his head toward Mary. 

Sophia smiled. 

Mary was laying back on her lounge, with her legs straight up in the air, spread wide. A pair of what could best be described as white cotton granny panties hung from her left foot, as she plunged two fingers violently into her very hairy pussy. Her eyes were screwed shut, head back, and she was gasping for breath, oblivious to the audience she now had. 

Michael looked at Sophia, and flicked his tongue in an unspoken question. 

"Absolutely!" she giggled quietly. "Go for it!" 

Michael moved silently into position, watching Mary finger-fuck herself frantically for a few seconds more, before he leaned closer. He ran the tip of his tongue across her perineum, from bottom to top, and dipped into the bottom edge of her dripping hole. Mary froze, her fingers stopping instantly as she realized that a strange tongue was worming its way into her cunt. 

"Oh no.... I can't! You can't! Stop! Oh my god, don't!" she hissed, trying to cover her pussy and close her legs. Michael's face was in the way of her hand, and she only succeeding in pulling him deeper, which he took as encouragement. His hands gripped her ankles, holding them apart, as his tongue combed through her wet, matted pubes, finally finding its target. She had a surprisingly large clitoris, and he sucked it like the tiny female penis it essentially was. Bingo! 

"NgahhhHHHNNN NO! DON'T STOP! I'M CUMMMMMMMING!" she shrieked, and her pussy gushed syrupy fluids into his mouth. She flooded his face, dripping onto the pool deck in a puddle of lust juice. She clenched her body, then melted, flopping limply back on the lounge, breathing like an asthmatic marathon runner after a race. Her legs were like Jello in his hands and he lowered them gently. 

Michael looked at Sophia again, his face dripping with female ejaculate. She looked back with a stunned expression. 

"It's always the quiet ones that surprise you, isn't it? Holy shit! " she laughed. "Well, she's obviously satisfied for a while, and I'm ready to go, so why don't you put that giant pecker where I pay you to put it. Fuck me, killer!" she giggled, giving him a new nickname. He put his rubber on, and climbed atop her. 

She laid back and guided him in, gasping as his cock wedged her cunt open wider than any before had done. Once he made it halfway, the rest was gravy, as he was thickest from there on in. Sophia knew from past experience that she could take it all, and that her cunt would love it. His cock was so big, it worked on her G-spot better than any vibrator she'd ever had, and she had a very extensive collection of battery powered pussy pleasers, of all sizes, shapes and colours. She also knew he was a very conscientious lover, and that he would take care of her needs. And she knew he couldn't keep his hands off her gigantic, natural boobs. 

Obviously, with her attributes, Sophia normally attracted men who had a thing for big breasts. Those who didn't appreciate her phenomenal curves need not apply, and wouldn't be finding themselves in her bed, ever. Michael was by far her favourite. Even though she still fucked every guy that attracted her eye, she continued to pay Michael, and pay him well, for his weekly attention, largely (no pun intended) because of his huge, pussy pounding dick, but also because, of all her lovers, he made her feel the most special. He worshipped her chest, which she took as an extreme compliment, given that his girlfriend was a beautiful, black amazon of a woman, who possessed a pretty big pair herself. 

Michael raised up on his arms. He wanted to watch Sophia enjoy what he was doing to her. For him, that was half the fun. Like most guys his age, his interests when he started sexual activity had been completely self centred. He just wanted to fuck, and get himself off. However, since he'd been unable to find a partner that could accommodate his massive member, he had been forced to learn a few tricks, and by the time Miranda welcomed him into her bed, he had matured somewhat. 

Then he had been cut loose on a very demanding, but also very caring, group of women, all of whom had a lifetime of experience to share with him. They had tutored him on pleasing women, lessons he found himself enjoying greatly. Now, the student had become the master, and nothing pleased him more than giving one of his clients a mind-blowing orgasm, or two, or twelve. He had a very high sex drive, but how long could anyone cum four to six times a day, seven days a week, without looking to other forms of gratification? He had leaned that putting them first not only made him very popular, but was good for his bottom line. Fully booked, as he often was, he would earn $5000 per week, but now averaged closer to $8000. All of his ladies were very well off financially, and had no problem with giving him generous tips when he pleased them. 

Of course, with Sophia, he had other reasons to watch. Two, to be exact. Sophia had promised '34J and all natural', and she was honest in that assessment. Even as full and firm as they were, breasts that size can't be impervious to gravity. Hers had just the right amount of sag, bounce, jiggle and swing to captivate him. Then there were her nipples. She wasn't the proud owner of tall, pencil-eraser nips; hers were huge areolas, three inches across, that scrunched up when she was aroused, looking like pale brownies with a conical point in the middle. She absolutely loved it when he tried to munch the entire circumference of her areolas. 

In this position, he was content to gaze at her tits as they danced wildly on her chest, responding to each thrust of his hips between her wide spread thighs. A constant stream of grunts and groans escaped her lips, a comical 'ooof, ahn, ooof, ahn, ooof' in time with his strokes. 

Mary moaned, stirring slightly. She opened her eyes slowly, confused. What was she doing outside? She turned her head to the right, and saw Michael and Sophia having sex on the lounge next to her. Oh, right. Sophia dragged her down here to watch them... and she got excited, started playing with herself... and then.... He licked her! He made her cum like mad! Her husband had never made her feel like that! 

Mary was wide awake now, and sat up, watching Michael's ass rise and fall as he pistoned into Sophia. She reached out and caressed his rump, surprising him. He'd been so intent on watching Sophia's tits, he hadn't seen her sit up. 

"Hey! Look who's back!" he laughed, stopping his motion. "That's some gusher you've got there! You left a puddle."

"Why don't you come over here?" Sophia asked, patting the open side of the lounge beside her. "Get comfortable. There's some water over on the table, by the umbrella, if you want."

Michael went back to work, probing Sophia's gushy pussy. She resumed her moaning and groaning, and Mary decided that water sounded like a good idea, walking over to the table. 

When she got there, she poured herself a drink, and sipped it while she watched Michael and Sophia fucking. He was giving it to her pretty hard, bending to kiss her full lips as he did. She liked the way he made Sophia's huge tits jiggle. She felt her pussy twitching with excitement. Her husband rarely did much for her physically. She knew it was wrong to watch them; even worse was the excitement she was feeling, the urges she was being filled with, the fact that she wanted badly to get what Sophia was getting right now. She wanted Michael to violate her pussy with his giant cock. She put the glass down, and walked back over to the lounge. 

She stood next to them, seeing the bliss on Sophia's face as Michael pounded his massive pole into her cunt. She reached for the buttons on her housdress, hands shaking as she unfastened them, one by one, until it was wide open. 

Michael had been watching her as she stood there. Now he had new reason to gawk. The ill-fitting housecoat had given him the wrong impression of Mary. The glasses and hairdo made her look like a librarian, but as she shed her frock he realized how wrong he'd been... unless the library was at a XXX shop. 

Mary had tits! Not like Sophia had tits, but bodies like the one currently moaning gleefully under him were few and far between. Mary was skinny; not scrawny, but lean, lithe and hard. Yet there, on her chest, under a very unflattering bra, were two pretty nice breasts. She reached behind her back, and the bra fell away. 

Now those are pencil-eraser nipples! About an inch tall, dark brown, and surrounded by areolas bigger than Sophia's, they capped her honeydew melons perfectly. 

She reached up, removed her glasses, and shook her hair out of the ponytail that made her look so severe. Blue eyes. Soft, wavy hair. If she had been intentionally disguising her pretty face and sexy body, she could hardly have done a better job. 

Now that she was naked, she sat next to Sophia, who patted Michael on the chest. He stopped fucking her, and withdrew. 

"Mary.... If I didn't know it was you, I'd never believe it!" Sophia giggled." Why do you hide yourself like that?"

Mary didn't answer, her eyes unable to move from Michael's penis. He had taken the single lounge next to them, and was relaxing on his back. His dick wasn't relaxed though, standing at attention, still clad in its condom and glistening in the sunshine with Sophia's juices. 

This is wrong, she thought, but her body betrayed her, standing to move over to him. She stepped over his hips, facing him. When her shadow crossed his eyes, he opened them, staring up at her. Her eyes pleaded. 




Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 04



"Go ahead. Climb on," he said quietly. 

No! I can't! What would my husband say? I can't! she thought. Then she looked down at his massive spear, standing straight up, mere inches from the sodden, aching cave of her pussy, and she knew she had to. 

Mary's thighs quivered as she slowly lowered herself, until the huge head of his cock touched her matted pubic hair, easing in slightly. 

Michael shifted his hips, lining up for a smoother entry. He glanced over at Sophia, who had an astonished look on her face, her mouth hanging open. One hand moved of its own accord to her dripping pussy, stroking the lips gently. He felt Mary move, and looked back just as she started to impale herself, sliding her gushing pussy down slowly. Her eyes were closed tight, but otherwise, her face was serene, giving no hint of the fact that her pussy was being filled by an object bigger than her forearm. She made it about halfway, undulating her hips, then stopped, and opened her eyes. 

"Oh my god!" she gasped, "What am I doing? I can't do this!" She looked over at Sophia, who was sawing two fingers into her pussy, then down at Michael. 

"I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do," he said quietly. "If you want to leave, I'll never say a word, and I'm sure that goes for Sophia, too." A quick glance in her direction, and she nodded, now with three fingers working her twat. "But, if you want to stay, and continue, I'd be happy to fuck you senseless. I know I'm much younger than you, but I've been told I'm pretty good at this...." 

"You got that fucking right!" Sophia chimed in, still frigging herself madly, "And if you're not going to use him, I sure as hell will!" 

Mary's body won the battle. She squatted deeper, driving Michael's dick further up into her cunt. She snorted, breathing sharply as her pussy was stretched wider, and deeper, than ever before. There was a wild look in her eyes as she leaned closer to him. 

"I.... I need you to... to fuck... me," she whispered unsteadily. "Please. Fuck me." 

Michael smiled. He grabbed her ass, sitting up and lifting her into his lap. As skinny as she was, she couldn't weigh ninety pounds, light enough that he could easily carry her. He stood, bringing her with him, and turned, placing her gently on her back on the lounge. 

"Mary, sweetie.... You're about to have your world rocked!" Sophia said, masturbating more casually now. 

Michael looked into Mary's eyes, where a mixture of lust and fear showed clearly. Repositioning them had made his dick slide out of her, so he reinserted it, pushing gently. Her pussy seemed to accommodate his size quite well, and he pushed deeper, seeing no pain register on her face. Another push and he finally bumped her cervix. His balls rested gently against her ass. She had taken it all easily. 

"Mmmm, that's nice," Mary moaned, "I've never been filled before. My husband's dick is pretty average, I guess, and he's the only man I've ever been with, so I didn't know why I didn't enjoy sex. He's also a bit of a prude. I guess I just devolved sexually, down to his level. I had no idea what I was missing." Suddenly she was chatty. 

Michael was doing the logic in his head. Her husband had no chance to please her. It was just a question of volume, and her pussy was way too big. He was parking a SMART car in a two car garage ; way too much empty space. As for himself, Michael's dick fit her perfectly, and her cunt embraced his pole with a gentle pressure, not the vice-like squeeze he often felt, especially for first timers. 

Michael shafted her gently, watching her boobs jiggle slightly. He bent his head down and collected one of her tall nipples with his lips, suckling softly. It was hard to believe that this was the same woman that Sophia had dragged, kicking and screaming, out of her house to watch them. She was doing a lot more than watch, now... oooooooing and ahhhhing with each stroke of his cock, urging him on, and begging him to fuck her harder. 

Mary's pussy was awash, making wet sucking noises each time he pulled back, and farting when he pushed in. Both Michael and Mary giggled at the sounds their fucking was causing. Even Sophia thought it was funny, but she was too busy masturbating at light speed to laugh much, concentrating on her clit and her impending orgasm. 

"Oh god, Michael... Your cock feels so good! Fuck me harder!" she moaned, coming out of her shell a little more. He responded in kind, increasing his rhythm. "Ahnnnn! Yes! Yes, fuck me! Fuck my cunt!" 

On the big lounge next to them, Sophia arched her back. She grunted, flushing red with exertion, pounding her fingers into her pussy at a desperate pace. Finally, she flopped back, her body relaxed, and whimpered softly in the afterglow of her climax. Her head rolled in their direction. 

"See Mary? I like to watch, too!" she gasped, smiling at them. Mary's face had a glazed expression on it, but she smiled. 

"Ooooooo, this is much more fun than watching!" she giggled, her body shaking with each slamming intrusion of his cock. "Is this what sex is supposed to be like?" 

Sophia thought about saying something witty, but decided to put that question in the 'rhetorical' file, and remained silent, watching Michael's muscles flex as he pounded Mary's pussy into blissful oblivion. He was an incredible lover, but she'd never actually seen him in action before, always being the one under him, and therefore unable to see the sexy rippling of his back, shoulders, and ass. 

Mary's moans grew louder, and found the form of words. 

"Oh yes! FUCK ME HARD!" she screeched! 

"Mary! Keep it down.... " Sophia hissed, "If you don't want your husband to know what's going on here, you need to remember we're outside. Someone will hear you, and someone will talk, so try to stay quiet. Believe me, I know it's not easy with his huge dick inside you, making you feel things you've never felt before, but you've got to try."

Mary nodded, now with her knuckles in her mouth as a mute. She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide, begging for more, and he resumed fucking her harder. 

Her eyes fluttered, and she grunted, her entire body tightening into a ball of spasming muscle. Her pussy gripped his shaft firmly, but he kept drilling into her unbelievably wet depths, watching as she came hard. Eventually, she relaxed, blew out a long, slow breath, and smiled up at him. 

"Michael.... I've never cum like that... ever! Thank you so much!" she gasped, catching her breath. "Could you do me one more favour?" 

"Of course," he answered, "What would you like?" 

"I'd like to try it from behind... You know, doggy style. I've heard it's really good, but my husband doesn't like it." 

"Well, Mary," he whispered, sliding his massive tool out of her cunt, "You're about to find out. On your hands and knees..... Now!" 

Mary smiled widely, and scrambled out from under him, quickly positioning herself. Sophia surprised Michael by grabbing his dick, and licking some of Mary's frothy pussy juice off of him. 

"Just seeing if she tastes as good as it looks," she laughed, guiding Michael's cock back into Mary's cunt. 

He grasped her hips with both hands, and pushed, driving his pole deep, to the accompaniment of a guttural moan from Mary, and a wet, squelching pussy fart from her cunt. 

"Oh, god.... So fucking full!" she gasped, her mouth ajar. "Please fuck me! Make me cum again!" 

Michael was only too happy to comply, pulling her hips back to meet his feverish thrusts. A loud slap resounded each time their bodies met, and Mary grunted softly. She turned her head, and whispered over her shoulder at him. 

"I love this! Your cock goes so deep.... Please don't stop!" 

Mary's grunts became muted squeals, and Michael felt her body shuddering as her orgasm approached. She bucked and shook in his grasp. 

"More!" she moaned. 

Michael stepped on the gas, fucking her harder still. His grip on her hips tightened, lifting her slightly, until her knees came off the lounge, leaving her perched on her arms alone, skewered on his pole, and cumming like a freight train. 

"Oh my god," she panted, just before her arms gave out and her chest fell to the lounge. Michael kept shafting her, holding her up so her pussy stayed in his target zone as he did. Mary rolled her head under so she could look up at him. 

"Please.... Cum on me! Make me feel dirty, and cheap, like the slut I've always wanted to be!"

Michael smiled down at her, and nodded. Being given permission to hose down one of his partners was almost always enough to push him over the tipping point, and today was no different. He gave her another half dozen furious, brutally deep strokes, purely for his own gratification, and pulled out. The condom succumbed with an elastic snap, and he flogged his cock while Mary desperately tried to right herself and position her face for the impending flood. 

"Oh fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this," she laughed, pulling her hair back to keep it out of the way. 

Michael gritted his teeth and unleashed his load with a grunt. It splashed across Mary's lips and cheek, running down her neck, giving her the appropriate adornment she had requested. She moaned, and sat back, licking her lips. 

Michael sat back heavily on the lounge, breathing hard. Sophia came over to him, kissing him softly before she knelt and licked his deflating dick clean, sucking the last drops of cum out of him. He watched her, reaching down to stroke her lustrous hair. 

"Sophia, my darling," he began quietly, "I'm sorry to say this, but I have to leave."

She pouted, but nodded. "Yeah, I know..... Places to go, people to do!" she giggled, continuing to lovingly stroke his dick. 

"Yes," he whispered, "I do have more people to.... 'do'...." he returned the laugh, ".... but I feel bad that we didn't get to take care of you. I know you didn't plan on Mary taking all your time." 

"No," she snorted, "I thought she'd watch, not steal you! My fault, not yours." 

"Still, you're very important to me," he answered, kissing her, "so I'll be back tonight, if that's okay with you? I'm not putting a kink in your plans, am I? Kicking someone else out of your bed?" 

Sophia sat, stunned for a few seconds, before she pounced on him, flinging her arms around his neck. Her huge tits mashed into his chest. 

"Thank you! You want to spend the night with me?" 

"If that's what it takes to keep you happy, then that's what we'll do. Miranda will understand," he answered. 

"Well.... I'll keep my pussy on simmer, then," she smiled. 

Michael looked over at Mary, who was licking her fingers clean, having cleared most of his spunk from her face. She smiled, her eyes sparkling, and waved at him. 

***

Michael called Miranda from the driveway. She was disappointed that she wouldn't be having him in her arms tonight, but, as predicted, understood his decision was a business one. He started the car, and headed for the address on his phone. 

Mirella answered the door wearing a pretty blue nightgown, covered by the matching satin robe. The details of her body were hidden, but the generalities were more than enough to pique his interest. Miranda had been unable, or unwilling, to provide him with many details of Mirella's background, only smiling when she said he'd enjoy her immensely. 

She was a medium height brunette, quite attractive, and appeared younger than most of his ladies, with dark eyes and nice, kissable lips. Her figure appeared very curvy, and very top heavy. 

"Hello, Michael," she said, holding the door open for him as he entered the house. "I'm Mirella, but you probably guessed that already," she added, smiling brightly. 

"Very nice to meet you, Mirella. What can I do for you?" he asked, returning the smile. 

"Oh," she answered, her smile morphing into a seductive grin, "I'm sure I can think of something! I've heard many good things about you.... Very good things." Her eyes flickered across his body, stopping to linger on his crotch. "It's been quite a while since I've been,... intimate.... with a man. I hope you don't mind if we expedite matters." Her voice had a husky tone to it, dripping with lusty urges. 

"Not at all," he whispered, gesturing for her to lead. He followed her through the house, watching what appeared to be a nicely shaped ass wiggle alluringly with her steps. Her perfume wafted back in her wake, teasing his nostrils with its delicious scent. She led up the stairs, stopping at the top and turning to face him. He stopped two steps short of the top, bringing him down to her level. 

She really was beautiful. Her eyes sparkled with life as she looked at him closely. 

"May I kiss you?" she asked, stroking his neck with her fingertips. She leaned closer, anticipating permission. 

"Of course," Michael replied, placing his hands on her hips. 

Mirella pressed closer, her soft lips feather light on his at first, then growing firmer. Firm also described the substantial volume of her chest, which pressed against him when she was kissing him. They kissed like this for a minute or two before she pulled away, sighing softly. 

"That was nice. I think we should get much more comfortable, don't you?" 

She led down the hallway, untying her robe as she went. She let it slide silently off her shoulders as she entered the bedroom ahead of him, revealing the gown, which was backless. When she turned to face him, he could see the abrupt points of her excited nipples through the lacy top half. Her breasts were full and round, just the way he liked them. 

As soon as he came within range of her hands, Mirella started to undress him, starting with his shirt, which she unbuttoned slowly. Her caresses were soft and gentle, but urgent, and she was quickly on to his lower half. She soon found herself on her knees, facing the huge bulge in his underwear, and feeling the heat that radiated from his cock. After he stepped clear of his pants, she peeled his shorts down over his hips, gasping as his tool came into view. 

"My god, Michael.... I thought that everyone I talked to was exaggerating, but now I see they weren't. If anything, they were conservative." She held his cock in her hands. "It's still soft, and you're already much bigger than my husband!" 

Ah, he thought, she's married. Good to know.

She kissed his dick, then sucked in as much as her mouth could accommodate, which turned out to be a little more than three quarters of it. That percentage was shrinking rapidly as his cock inflated to full length, and her eyes grew wider as he grew harder and thicker between her lips. By the time he was fully erect, she was sucking on the plum sized head, and staring up at him. 

"I need this inside me," she purred, gently stroking him with both hands. He handed her the foil packet, and she grinned as she ripped it open with her teeth, then rolled it over the length of his dick. "Lay down, please," she directed. 

He did, and she quickly crawled on top, kneeling over his crotch. The satiny fabric of her gown pooled around her, so he couldn't see anything, but he could sure feel what was going on under it. She reached behind herself, and guided his cock into her moist pussy as she lowered her hips onto him. She pressed down, moaning softly as his massive pole penetrated her deeper and deeper. 

"Oh god, yes.... I'd almost forgotten how wonderful any hard cock felt in my pussy," she whispered, staring into his eyes. "Yours is so big.... so good. My husband hasn't touched me since the baby was born.... I really need this!"

Baby? She has a baby, and a husband with questionable intelligence.... for leaving her needy. 

"How long?" Michael asked. He had to know. 

"Almost eight months now," Mirella said, sadly, meeting his eyes again. "I hate myself for being unfaithful, but I still love him, despite my physical needs." She reached down, grasping the fabric around her hips, and peeling it up and off. 

Her big breasts, released from their confines with a sudden jolt, bounced deliciously before his eyes. They were huge, bigger than he first thought. Very round and full, they projected well forward, as well as sideways, and were capped with nipples that were the size of a fingertip, standing tall. Her nipples had his rapt attention as she slowly fucked herself up and down on his giant probe, and he saw the first indication of what Miranda must have known would be absolutely irresistible to him. 

He'd often told Miranda of his desire to feed from her huge boobs, a thought that never failed to get her off, usually followed closely by himself. Now she had provided him with a partner who could fulfill that desire. 

He watched as a droplet of milk grew upon her left nipple, getting bigger and bigger until it finally fell on his chest. 

"May I? Please?" he begged, licking his lips unconsciously. 

"Oh yes, please do! I need to be let down!" she gasped, skewering herself eagerly. She guided her left breast to his lips, moaning as he latched on. 

Michael sucked firmly, and felt a trickle of warm fluid enter his mouth. It was thinner than he'd been expecting, and slightly sweet. As he continued suckling, the flow became more robust, and Mirella moaned louder. 

"Mmmm, yes," she hissed, "suck my nipples.... It feels so good! " She grunted as she pushed down harder, finally forcing her overstuffed pussy to accommodate the last, as yet unused inches of his cock. "Oh my god..... You're so fucking huge! I'm going to cum! Ooooooo......... Yes!"

She shuddered, and tossed her head back, flinging her dark tresses in a wide arc. Michael retained his lip lock on her left breast, gulping loudly as her nipple opened up, gushing into his mouth. Her right breast began to leak, dripping on him, but he was too busy gorging himself to do anything about it. The milk flowing into his mouth grew thicker and sweeter, encouraging him further. He grabbed her breast with both hands, pumping it manually as he suckled furiously, which prolonged her orgasm. 

Michael switched breasts, pinching her right nipple as he did. It sprayed him, and he circled the whole areola with his lips, sucking greedily. Mirella ground her cunt against him, undulating her hips, and moaning at the sensations she had been denied for so long. 

Breastfeeding her baby felt good, and it relieved the pressure in her swollen breasts, but it did nothing but exacerbate the empty feeling in her pussy. It wasn't empty now, that's for sure, crammed to capacity with a cock nearly twice the size of the one that got her pregnant in the first place. The lips that currently caressed her nipples were very different than her daughter's, suckling with a frenzied passion that lit the fuse on her own desperate needs. She felt another orgasm bubbling, just below the surface... until he gently chewed on the stiff bud. Mirella groaned loudly, bucked on his cock harder, and grabbed his head, holding it tight against her breast. 

"Oh fuck yes, suck my tits! I'm cumming again!" she hissed, shuddering hard. 

Michael sat up, pushing her over onto her back, and taking the top position. He looked down at her glistening eyes, and kissed her deeply. She could taste her milk on his lips, which wasn't new, but the way he forced his tongue into her mouth was. She let herself go, surrendering to be taken by him. His chest crushed her boobs, sliding across her on a sticky slick of excess milk, while he pounded her pussy hard. She was in heaven, feeling desired for the first time in forever, enjoying the mixture of pain and pleasure that his enormous cock caused in her cunt. She was nearing the peak again. 

"Oh Michael.... Please don't stop! Keep fucking my hot little pussy! I love your big cock inside me.... Gonna... make meeeeee.... AHNNNN! FUCK YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUUUUCK MEEEEEEEE!" she shrieked, holding on for dear life while he did exactly as asked. 




Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 04



He slowed, then stopped, pulling out of her. He watched her gasping for air, big tits jiggling with each desperate breath, and dipped his head to her nipples again, refreshing himself with a drink from each of her luscious boobs. He continued down her body, finally settling between her outstretched thighs, giving her ravaged pussy a thorough inspection. Her lips were thick, engorged with blood, and stretched open obscenely, letting him see right up her channel, which was oozing lubricant in the aftermath of her third orgasm. His tongue did a few laps around the perimeter, tasting her sweetness, then dipped into the gaping chasm. 

Mirella had been silent, but when she felt his tongue push into her cunt, she moaned, a long, animalistic growl of unrepressed need. Her hand flew to his hair, tangling her fingers in the dark golden strands, and pulling his face into her drenched vestibule. 

"Oh yes.... Please, yes... Please lick me!" she hissed, humping his face. 

He really loved licking pussy. He was amazed at the similar taste they all had, but also the differences. Like the same basic recipe was common to all, while the spices were individual to each. Mirella was sweet, like honey, and slightly salty.... in other words, delicious. He fingered her juicy hole while flicking his tongue across her tightly hooded clitoris, causing her to squeal in delight. He ate her to another orgasm, but she wanted him back inside her, begging him to fill her again. 

He climbed aboard, and she guided his cock back into her cunt's warm embrace. He fucked her firmly, entranced again by the droplets of milk that formed on her leaky, aroused nipples. Tiny rivulets of sweet fluid trickled across the full, rounded curves of her breasts. She was now looking up at him with a challenging glint in her eyes. 

"You've... tasted every... thing I... have to.... give," she panted, between thrusts. "How.... about... you give... me yours?" She wiggled her tongue at him suggestively. 

"You got it," Michael grunted, fucking her with purpose. It took a few more minutes before he was ready. He nodded, and yanking his cock out of her, peeling the condom off. She had scrambled onto her knees, and sprayed a little bit of milk onto his shaft, then gobbled as much of his huge dick as she could, stroking the remainder feverishly. 

He exploded in her mouth, gushing hot semen down her throat, while she sucked and pumped, begging for more. She swallowed it all. 

Michael laid back, breathing hard. He rested his head on the pillow, and looked over at Mirella, who was likewise trying to catch her own breath, and looking back at him from her pillow. She smiled. 

"Talk to me?" she asked, batting her eyes. "I haven't had a good, adult conversation for quite a while. I miss it." 

"Okay," he answered. He had plenty of questions. "Tell me about your marriage."

Mirella hesitated, but finally started.... and the floodgates opened. Michael listened for several minutes as she vented her emotions, moving closer to him as she did, until she was resting her head on his chest, crying softly. She told him that her husband was angry at her. The baby was definitely his, but had been unplanned, and now he was furious that she had changed their lives by getting pregnant in the first place. He had been all too happy to travel for business since the baby was born, and now she was worried that he was having an affair. She knew she was wrong to sleep with Michael, but her husband had totally ignored her physically for the last eight months, and she was desperate. At least this was just a business transaction, she reasoned, not an emotional abandonment, because she still loved her husband. She was a vibrant, attractive young woman, only five years older than Michael, who had been forced down this road by her own unstoppable sexuality. 

"Huh," he whispered, when she had finally expelled enough grief, "I have to say, we've got an epidemic of husbands with remarkable shortsightedness. You are the second woman I've met today.... hell, in the last few hours.... whose husband didn't know how good he had it. Both guys had women to die for... " he said, watching her blush as she heard him compliment her, "...yet they both pushed them away."

"Thank you for listening," she whispered, "and for the kind words.... and of course, for fucking my brains out!" She giggled happily. "I think you've given me a reprieve from my urges, for a while, at least. I don't want this to be too common an occurrence, or I really will leave my husband. I do have one thing that I'd like your help with, if that's alright?" 

"What can I do for you, Mirella?" he asked. 

"Well," she said, stroking his chest softly, "the baby is still breastfeeding, but I really like the way you suck my nipples. Could I ask you to visit me, to, you know... to let me down? No sex... well, no intercourse, anyway. I can't guarantee that I won't want to suck your big, beautiful cock, at least occasionally, but I won't keep you from your appointed rounds."

Michael beamed, the thought of continued access to her magnificent, lactating breasts, and the torrents of sweet milk that flowed when he suckled her, dancing in his head. 

"I think I'd like that," he answered, licking his lips. "I assume this service is to be provided daily?"

"Mmmm, yes please," she hissed, lifting one breast to his lips. He dutifully took the nipple between his lips, tugging it, then sucking it gently. Mirella held his head close to her chest, moaning softly and stroking his hair as he nursed, drawing another few ounces of delicious fluid from each of her abundantly productive breasts. He licked her nips clean, and kissed them. 

"Deal. Until tomorrow, then?" he smiled. 

***

Miranda answered the phone on the second ring. 

"Hey, baby.... How's things? Still thirsty?" she giggled. She knew Michael would have spent considerable time moored to Mirella's nipples. As soon as she'd heard the details of his newest client's request, she knew he'd love it. 

"You," he laughed, "are my very favourite person in the whole world! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I guess you know me pretty well, because you got me the perfect gift." 

"So, how big is she? Does she taste good?" Miranda prodded, rubbing her clit with her free hand. 

"I didn't get her measurements," Michael replied, "but 'huge' would apply, although they're a bit smaller now!" he laughed, smacking his lips for effect. "Delicious!" 

"Are you coming home for dinner, or going right back to pummel Sophia's pussy?" she asked, knowing the answer before she asked the question. 

"I think I'd rather avoid the extra driving back and forth, so I'll just head back to her place, if that's okay. What can I bring you for breakfast tomorrow?" he answered. 

"Sausage," she laughed, diddling herself some more, "just a big, fat, juicy sausage." 

"You got it! See you in the morning." The line went silent. 

"Well," she sighed, "it's just you and me tonight," looking across at the huge dildo stuck to her bedside table. 

***

"Oh god," Sophia moaned, hooking her heels tightly against Michael's ass as he speared her juicy gash. She'd greeted him at the door wearing nothing, barely let him inside before wrestling his belt into submission and freeing his monstrous appendage for several minutes of enthusiastic oral attention. She had dressed him for action, rolling the rubber sheath over his length, and laying back on the living room floor, which is where they still were. She writhed happily under his pounding thrusts, her cunt leaking succulent feminine juices that trickled down her ass. 

"You're so fucking good!" she hissed, holding him tight. "I'm gonna cum, baby! Fuck me harder!" 

He did as asked, drilling her furiously, until she started to wail unintelligibly, clawing at his back and panting hard. She finally wilted, overcome by her orgasm, and he stopped his strokes, pulling out to lie beside her. They rested silently for a minute or so. 

"You know," Michael laughed, "most of the women who I spend the night with actually like to sleep in the bedroom, but this is different. A bit cold, but that's okay," he added, pinching one of her erect but stubby nipples. 

Sophia snorted, laughing back at him, and sat up. "They're not cold, just horny," she giggled, covering her crinkled areolas. "You're right. The bedroom would probably be more comfortable. Shall we?" 

Mere moments later, they were snuggled safely in her big, soft bed, and he was fondling her big, soft tits as she rode him, grinding her clit hard against his massively thick cock. She was going to make the most of this night with him, and hoped neither of them ran out of gas too soon. A few minutes later, her second orgasm crushed her under its enormity, and she slumped on his chest. The last thing she felt was him rolling her off and covering her with her cozy comforter. Part of her brain fought to retain consciousness, but she wasn't strong enough to fight the warm, safe feeling of his arms around her. She slept, and he soon joined her in slumber. 

When she woke, a few hours later, he was spooned against her back, with his hard cock resting between her thighs. She wiggled her rump against him, and he moaned softly. Reaching between her legs, she shifted her body and guided him into her, pressing back to seat him deeply in her pussy. He started to rock back and forth sleepily, essentially fucking her doggy style, while they laid on their sides. 

They remained in this position, making love gently, for several minutes. Sophia was really enjoying the slow, caring rhythm of it all, so different from the frenzied fucking that her partners usually plied her with. Not that there was anything wrong with frenzied fucking ; she liked getting used like a lifesized masturbation device, a pocket pussy with giant boobs. Sometimes, though, the exact opposite was greatly appreciated, and Michael made her feel loved when he was gentle with her. 

Sophia was moaning softly, rocking back against his slow strokes. His grip on her hips tightened slightly, and he probed her deeper, grinding into the soft, cushioning flesh of her butt. 

"Fuck, that's good," she moaned. Michael felt her body quivering, but had something new in mind. He lifted her top leg, gently rolling her onto her back, legs splayed wide, perpendicular to his body. He plunged into her again, and she gasped as his cock bottomed out in her cunt. He started to stroke her firmly, making her breasts roll in jiggling waves across her chest. "Yes, so good," she sighed, but he wasn't finished yet. 

Spread as wide as she was, her clit was easily accessible, and he began to circle his thumb gently over her pleasure switch every time he pulled out of her. 

Sophia sucked in a sharp breath, and groaned loudly, tossing her head from side to side. "Ohmygod, Ohmygod, Ohmygod! Oh you beautiful, beautiful man, you! You make me feel things that no one has ever made me feel! That's it, baby... Just like that! Fuck me and rub my clit, just like that! NGAHHN! NGAHHN! NGAHHN!" 

She shuddered, and arched her back, mouth agape in a silent scream that ended in an exhaled moan. 

"Oh fuck, you did it to me again," she breathed. 

Michael was wide awake now, and he was eager to cum. He pulled out, untangled himself from her legs, and climbed atop her nearly lifeless body. His cock quickly found its place inside her much abused cunt, and he started to use her for his own pleasure. 

Sophia's body bounced limply between his pounding hips and the mattress. She wasn't actually out of it, but her last orgasm had left her a little loopy. She grabbed his shoulders and held on, letting him fuck her as hard as he wished. Her pussy was numb, but she could feel his cock getting harder inside her, and knew he would be cumming soon. As if on cue, he reared up, and ripped the rubber off his dick. 

Sophia's eyes were closed, but her nerve endings were on fire, waiting for the first splash of scalding sperm to land on her skin. She heard him growl, and was rewarded with a rope of cum, which seemed to simultaneously hit her from nipple to cheek, on the left side. Seconds later, another landed across her lips, neck and chest. She sputtered through the creamy goo, and opened her mouth, hoping for a repeat strike. Her wish was granted, and Michael milked the remainder of his sticky load into her upturned maw. 

Michael flopped back on the bed. He laid there, listening to Sophia licking his cum off her fingers as she scooped and swallowed. If he didn't know better, he'd have thought she was eating a delicious desert, based on her moans and lip smacking. He felt her slide out of bed, returning a few seconds later with a warm cloth. She lovingly wiped first his face, then his dick, and tucked him in. 

He was barely conscious when she cuddled softly into his side, and kissed his lips gently. 

"Good night," she whispered, and together they slept until dawn. 

He woke her with a kiss, and an hour long gentle fuck, using his last condom. He took her tenderly, treating her like glass. She was sore from fucking him so much, but she wanted one more, and he brought her off twice more before she couldn't take any additional fun. 

"I'm going to walk like I've been riding a horse for a week, but it was worth it," she giggled, closing her eyes. She was soon asleep again. 

***

Michael left Sophia in bed, and walked out to his car. To his surprise, he found Mary lurking in the driveway. She was wearing her glasses, and her hair was pulled back again, but somehow she looked completely different. It must have been the hungry look in her eyes. 

"Good morning, Michael," she purred. "I was hoping I'd catch you before you left. My husband has left for work already... Do you have anything left for me, or did Sophia wring you out?" 

"I'm sorry, Mary.... I have to get home. I know you and Sophia have talked, so you know how this works. As much as I'd like to throw you down and fuck you into oblivion again, I'm going to have to ask you to call, and set an appointment. Right now, I need to go take care of my fiancé." He didn't want to be mean, but he needed to be firm with her. To his surprise, she smiled at him.

"I know... I called already, and next week, you're going to do me before you do her," she laughed, pointing up at the general location of Sophia's bedroom. "I was just hoping that I could tempt you," she whispered, pouting slightly, "but I guess I can wait until then. I'll be counting the hours. Have a good day!" With that, she skipped across her lawn, and disappeared into her house. 

Michael shook his head. This situation was getting more and more complicated with every passing day. He hoped he didn't find himself staring at an angry husband any time soon. 

***

He parked in the driveway at home, and turned off the ignition. The drive home had given him some time to think, but now he was even more confused than ever. On one side was Miranda, and his undeniable feelings for her. He loved her, and wanted to spend his life with her. When he dreamed about the future, it was always her beautiful, ebony body that was next to his. The other side of the ledger was crowded with dozens of beautiful women, of all sizes, shapes and colours. Married or not, Mothers, daughters, strangers and friends... they all had a little piece of his desires, if not actually his heart. 

He couldn't see the situation getting any easier with time, given the reputation he had acquired, and the cross-talk between his clients and their friends. Money was no longer a problem, as Miranda had managed to sock away enough to set them up for a comfortable future, investing it wisely. 

Maybe it was time. If not now, then soon. 

He exhaled slowly, and got out of the car, walking in the front door quietly. The house was silent, except for a soft voice calling out to him. 

"Baby? Oh ba-by? Come here, please baby? I need my man. Did you bring me what I ordered for breakfast? Did you bring me your big, juicy sausage, baby?" 

Michael stopped at the bedroom doorway, and Miranda's eyes lit up when she saw him. She was laying, nude, on top of the sheets, with her legs spread wide. Perhaps three inches of her favourite dildo protruded from her pussy, which put about nine inches of the thick rubber monster inside her. 

"My pussy is so lonely," she pouted, whining like a spoiled child, "I have to put this thing in it to keep me company. Please come fuck me, baby." 

He smiled, and shed his clothes. He paused before climbing into bed. 

"Do you want me as is, or should I have a shower first?" he asked. 

"I wouldn't care if you were covered in mud! Get in here and fuck me... Please! I'm begging you!" she pleaded, squirming on the bed. She stroked the dildo in and out a few times, showing how wet she was. The sight, and her dialogue, had him nearly fully erect by now, and he took his place between her legs. He swatted her hand away from the rubber placekeeper, and tugged it out of her pussy, tossing it over his shoulder. He put the head of his cock in place, and slid in. 

"Oooooooooooooooooohyesssssssssssssss!" she groaned, wrapping her body around his. "That's what I ordered! Fuck me, baby... Fuck me good!" 

"As you wish, my darling.... Under one condition," he whispered, kissing her softly. 

"Oh... No fair! You know I can't say 'no' now, with your big dick inside me!" she giggled, trying to spur him into movement. "Okay.... Name it!" 

"Marry me?" he asked, quietly. 

"Um, we're already engaged. I'm pretty sure you already asked me that, and I already said 'yes'," she replied, still desperately trying to impale herself further. 

"True, but we never said when. I want to marry you, as soon as possible, and be with you forever," he smiled, starting to shaft her slowly. 

Miranda grunted with each stroke. "Oh god, fuck me!" Michael stopped. 

"I didn't hear an answer in there. Will you be my wife, as soon as possible?" he repeated, giving her a few teasing, truncated thrusts. 

"Yes! Yes, I'll marry you! Just stop teasing me! Please fuck me! Yes! YES! YES!" she giggled, as he started to fuck her hard. "YES, FUCKING MARRY ME! MARRY ME HARD!" 

Michael laughed as he drilled her. She screamed her acceptance of his proposal. 

He loved that sound, too. 

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Michael and Miranda will return.



Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 05



I know it's been months since I posted anything on this story, and some of you may have thought I was done with it, but... No, not yet. 

I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please let me know what you think, and what you want from Michael and Miranda next. I really enjoy your feedback. 

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When Michael had left Sophia's bed last, with a decision forming in his mind, he had proposed again to Miranda. This time he had a time frame planned. As soon as possible. 

As it turns out, 'as soon as possible' was about six months away. The date was set for their nuptials. The ceremony itself would be simple, but there was much to do before then. This whole situation was much more complicated than merely booking a wedding chapel and exchanging 'I do's. Somehow, all of these potentialities had escaped his notice when they began this little escapade. 

Of course, back then, he was more interested in getting laid. First, it was Miranda, his ebony princess, so strong, firm and sexy, with tits that just didn't stop. The first woman to ever let him truly have sex with her, she had been the stuff of his fantasies. Then she had introduced him to her friends, and her friends friends, and so on, and so on, until he had more girlfriends than the rest of his class combined. His 'girlfriends' were much more. They were women, with a full knowledge of what they wanted from him, and no fear of his unique attribute. 

Then there was the money. Getting to fuck all these appreciative, older women, with their fabulous, mature, curvy bodies, was incentive enough, but getting paid to do it was a powerful aphrodisiac. He felt like King Kong, ready for anything. 

Anything...except falling in love with Miranda. He was living the life of his dreams, bedding several different women each week, but only one was stealing his heart. He had proposed, she had accepted, but business came first. 

Finally, Michael had reached the conclusion that he didn't need all these other women anymore, which brought him to this point. He needed to cut his clients back gradually, so there wouldn't be any hard feelings, that might lead to their enterprise becoming public knowledge. He knew there were a few that were not going to take it well. 

Speaking of public knowledge, it was time to come clean with his parents. That was going to be painful, as he had been far from truthful in his dealings with them. While he had matured greatly in most aspects of his life, his parents were not one of those aspects. He had lied initially about Miranda, and that lie had grown exponentially, leading to this point, where he had no choice but to admit his mistakes. He hoped they could understand, and forgive him. 

He had told them he had a girlfriend, named Miranda. He had told them he had roommates his own age, and male. Now those half-truths and fabrications would come to light. 

His parents would probably notice that Miranda was not 'several guys Michael's age', as he had told them, right away. Dad was sure to notice that she had lots of curves, and Mom would notice that she was older, and they'd both probably not miss the fact that she was black. 

"Hi Mom," he smiled, when he called to invite them over for dinner. "How'd you like to get out of cooking tonight?" Yes, it was a feeble attempt at bribery, but it worked. They would be over at seven.

Miranda had told him she was ready to meet them, but wanted it to happen fast. No long, drawn out anticipation. They had briefly discussed meeting them out, at a public place, but she had decided to just handle the shit storm in one session, instead of avoiding a scene. She would cook them a nice dinner, smile, and try to reassure them that she loved their son, regardless of their age difference. 

It was sure to be a tense evening, with heightened emotions on both sides. 

Hopefully, by the time it was over, things would be resolved, and she would be part of the family. 

***

7:02, and the doorbell rang. Michael leapt to his feet, and answered it, making eye contact with Miranda before he opened the door. She smiled, and nodded. 

"Mom! Dad!" he smiled, as they stepped in. They hugged him, and his Mother kissed him on the cheek. 

"This is a very nice house, and so clean," his Mother observed. "How many guys are living here?" 

Shit...she's not in the door five seconds, and she catches the first lie, Michael thought. It's going to be a long night. 

"Well, yes, that's part of what we need to talk about, and why we asked you here," he said quietly. 

Mom was always the one to voice her concerns. Dad was equally perceptive, but usually kept it to himself, initially at least. 

"Uh huh...and who is 'we'?" Dad asked. "You're saying there has been a change in your living arrangements?" Mom nodded, and crossed her arms, looking annoyed. They were barely ten feet inside the house, and Michael wanted them to stay, so he gestured toward the living room. 

"Please, come in and sit down," he asked, "and I'll answer all your questions. I'm sorry I haven't been honest with you, but I promise...no more lies." He walked ahead of them into the living room, wondering just how far his honesty would be tested. He took a seat, and watched them do the same. 

Mom was looking around the room suspiciously. As usual she didn't miss too much. 

"This room has a woman's touch," she said, staring her son down. "So I'm assuming that your 'roommate' is female...and since you said 'we', I guess that means you're either getting serious, or she's pregnant."

Well the good news is that they were figuring it out on their own, so he didn't need to tell them anything new. He simply had to confirm or deny their assumptions. 

"Okay," Michael breathed. "Yes my roommate is a woman, but no, she's not pregnant. We are very serious about our relationship," he continued, "and I'm very sorry I didn't tell you the truth from the start. If you want to be mad, be mad at me, because I'm the one who kept the truth from you. I can't honestly say why I was afraid to tell you, but I ask for your forgiveness."

There was a silence in the room. Michael wondered if Miranda was listening, then realized how stupid that question was. Of course she was listening. She had a stake in this too. 

"So this girlfriend you told us about...Miranda, was it? I assume she's the one you're living with?" his Dad asked. 

"Yes," Michael answered. There was only one hurdle left, but it was a doozy, and two tiered. He doubted there would be much resistance to her being black. If only she wasn't nearly his mother's age. 

"Well, let's meet this mysterious girlfriend, then," his Mother suggested. "Since there's nothing we can do to change the past, and there's little we can do to discipline you, as an adult, I say we meet this girl and move on. I'm not happy with you lying to us, but you've admitted your mistakes, so we need to trust you. I assume she's here?"

"Yes Mom," Michael nodded. "I'll go get her. She's making dinner."

He stood, and walked toward the kitchen, slipping in the doorway quietly. Miranda was indeed listening, and hugged him when he walked in. 

"You did great, baby," she whispered, and kissed him. "I guess it's time for me to charm their pants off...metaphorically speaking," she giggled. "Wish me luck." She wiped her hands, and breezed out. 

Inside, she was one big butterfly, nearly ready to throw up from the tension. She hoped it didn't show. She hoped her love for Michael did. 

Walking into the living room, she extended her hand. 

"Mr. Smith...Mrs. Smith...I'm Miranda," she smiled. "Miranda Walker."

They each took her hand, in turn, but said nothing, the shock clearly evident on their faces. She sat down, tucking her legs sideways demurely, with her hands folded in her lap. 

She had intentionally dressed very conservatively, in an effort to keep his mother from drawing the very logical...and very correct...assumption that sex had a lot to do with their unusual relationship. Still, when you're built like she was, so amply endowed, yet lean and curvy, it's pretty much impossible to hide your light under a bushel. 

They still hadn't said anything. While in the kitchen, she had played this in her head, trying to plan her moves. She could preemptively bring up the age issue, before they did, but if she did that, she might be adding to their objections. She waited, and waited some more. Finally, she had to say something. 

"I understand that you have concerns. I know you love your son. I hope you know that I love him too, and that's why you need to talk to me," she said softly. "I mean no disrespect, but I'm not going anywhere, and neither are the feelings Michael and I share. Please...don't worry about hurting my feelings. Just talk to me." Michael sat beside her. "To us." 

Michael's parents looked at each other, as if trying to decide who should break the silence, and where to start. A subtle nod from Mom told Dad to speak. 

"Okay," he exhaled, "Let's start with how you two met."

Oh shit, Michael thought. I was so worried about age and race, I forgot about her being my teacher. He looked at Miranda, who was still smiling. 

"Well," Miranda said, "we actually met twice. The first time, when I took over his class at school. He's a very good student." She smiled inside, thinking of what a good student he was, in ways beyond the classroom. 

"You were his teacher?!" Mom exclaimed, suddenly involved. 

"Yes, I was," Miranda replied, looking straight at her. "I was, for about five months...before he graduated. We had no... extracurricular...involvement, whatsoever."

"I'm appalled!" Mom barked. "You took advantage of my son! I'll have your job for this!" 

Michael was about to rise to his fiancé's defence, when Dad did it for him. 

"Honey, calm down," he said, touching her hand. She looked at him incredulously. 

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?!" she gasped. "Have you lost your mind? I'll not stand by while this...this...this...COUGAR, defiles our son!" 

"Honey, she said they didn't have a relationship while he was at school," Dad reminded her. 

"And you believe them?" Mom shook her head. "They lied to us already."

"Didn't you just say something about 'admitting mistakes and trusting them'?" Dad reminded her. 

"Mom, we invited you here. If we wanted to lie, it would have been easy...just keep you out of it. And, I'm the one who wasn't honest. Don't blame Miranda," Michael stepped in. "We're being honest. Miranda did nothing wrong, and I don't like you insulting her." 

Mom seemed a bit taken aback by her son's words, but she nodded, and sat back, letting her husband continue. 

"School aside, you met how?" 

"It's kind of funny," Miranda replied. "I was on a ride, about twenty miles from home, when Michael and a few of his friends passed me in their car. I thought it would be nice to talk to him, and see how his summer was going, so we agreed to meet for pizza, after I got home, and washed the sweat off."

Michael's Father was married, but not blind. He had noticed Miranda's abundant chest, and long, firm legs. He could picture that ass on a bike, clad in tight spandex. He tried not to think about her naked in the shower, at least while his wife was nearby. Apparently, Michael had done pretty well for himself. 

"But Michael," Mom injected, "Why? Why did you pick someone so... Um... I'm sorry. Michael, she's almost my age, right? Couldn't you find a girlfriend your own age?"

Hmmm, Miranda thought. I wonder how she'd react to the truth about that little question. How he can't find a girl his age, because they're all afraid of his massive penis? How I'm never letting him go, because that giant piece of man-meat fills me so perfectly? How he's spent the last year fucking so many mature women that he's now the best lover any woman could possibly ask for? No...probably shouldn't be quite that honest. 

"Mom, I'm just not that interested in girls my age," Michael responded. "I love Miranda, and that's all that matters, now." 

Mom sat back, still upset, but defeated by the one word that trumps all. Love. You can't quantify it, reason with it, deny it, and you certainly can't argue with it. He was an adult, and as such, they couldn't do much, if anything to stop him. Pushing the issue would only push him away. While Miranda was not the perfect choice for her son, she could probably get used to the idea. Eventually. 

"I should check on dinner," Miranda said, as she headed for the kitchen. 

"I'll come with you," Michael's Mother added, falling in behind. 

That left Michael alone with his Father. Guy talk time. 

"So how's your job going?" Dad asked. He knew Michael had been doing some lawn maintenance and garden work for some people in town. Odd jobs and errands, that sort of thing. Supposedly saving money for college. 

"Oh, just great. Busy almost every day," Michael answered, trying not to smile too widely. "I have over twenty clients, and almost no overhead, so it's going well."

"So your clients have the equipment, just no one to do the job?" Dad queried, completely oblivious to his innuendo. 

"Yeah, pretty much," Michael laughed. "I cut the grass, water the flowers..." lick their pussies, fuck their brains out, "... stuff like that." 

"Good. Now, about Miranda," Dad said, looking around, and lowering his voice, "Holy shit son! Nice job! You're making me jealous, my boy. When I was your age, I would have killed for a woman like that."

"Mom seems less impressed," Michael answered. 

"Aww, don't worry about her. She'll be pissy about it for a while, but it will pass," Dad replied. "The important thing is that you're happy." 

"I am Dad. Very happy." 

**

Meanwhile, Miranda was in the kitchen with Michael's Mother, trying not to turn her back on the woman wielding a knife to cut the salad greens. They were making progress, getting to know each other a bit, but there was still tension. 'Mrs. Smith' had given way to Sandra, making conversation less cumbersome. 

"Do you take such an interest in all your students," Sandra asked, "or was my son a special case?" There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone. 

Miranda tried to ignore it, knowing that there was nothing to be gained by letting this escalate into a cat fight. 

"Honestly, he is special, but in this case, I had helped him through a tough spot earlier, and just wanted to know if he was doing alright," she smiled. 

"Oh really? What tough spot is that? He never mentioned anything to us," Sandra probed. 

No, I don't suppose he did. 'Mom, I got into a fight, because the other guys were teasing me about my huge cock, and how all the highschool girls are too afraid to let me fuck them.' Funny he didn't bring that up. 

"A few of his classmates were giving him a hard time, and I stepped in to stop the fight that was about to happen. He was upset, and just needed to vent," Miranda continued. And after that conversation, I needed to masturbate, she thought. I wanted that big dick so bad, but he was my student, and I would never cross that line. 

"When we met during the summer, I just wanted to see how things had worked out for him, and if my advice had worked. That's what led to dinner, and we just clicked," she smiled. "He's a very nice young man. We didn't plan to fall in love, but we did, and now we're hoping you can understand that. Would you really prefer not to know? Or if our relationship was purely physical?"

Sandra winced. She didn't like to think of her little boy being sexually active, because that would mean he wasn't her little boy, anymore. No mother likes the idea of her children no longer needing her. Still, that brought a question to her mind. A question a mother would never ask, but a woman might ask another. A deeply personal one. 

"Miranda, may I ask you something very personal?"

I suppose this is a positive sign, Miranda thought. Confiding in each other. 

"Okay Sandra, go ahead." 

"Well, this is kind of embarrassing to ask, but...um...well, Michael's father is pretty...um...big, down there," she giggled, gesturing lower. She paused, hoping Miranda could fill in the blanks, and save her from asking if her son's cock was as exceptional as her husband's. 

Miranda smiled, then laughed, and nodded. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes!" she gasped. "Wonderful, isn't it?" 

**

Michael heard the laughter coming from the kitchen, and relaxed. It would appear things were working out fine. 

The ladies walked in with food in both hands, and called the men to the table. 

Dinner was quite pleasant, and the earlier tension melted away with each passing second. There was really only one more thing to say. 

"So, Mom, Dad...I know this has already been a night of surprises, but we have one more," Michael said evenly. "We want you to come to our wedding, which we're hoping to get done in about six months."

He was surprised at how easily that bit of information was absorbed, and dinner continued. It was quite late before his parents finally left, as they all sat around talking for nearly two hours after finishing dessert. 

Once they were gone, Miranda flopped back on the bed, and closed her eyes. Michael was in the bathroom, and when he came out, he saw her smiling face. 

"I think that went better than we could possibly have hoped," she whispered, as he leaned over her body. 

"That's for sure," he laughed, gently fondling her breasts. "My father thinks you're hot. He's jealous that I get to have you." 

She pulled him to her lips for a passionate kiss. 

"Your mother asked me a few personal questions, too," she smiled. 

"Like what?" Michael asked, beginning to shed his clothes. 

"I'm afraid that's between your mother and me," she giggled, watching him strip. He dropped his underwear, and her eyes caressed the huge member dangling between his legs. "Mmmmm hmmm. It's a secret." 

Less than five minutes later, Michael's monster was stretching her pussy open again, fucking her vigorously while she shrieked in glee. She was glad Sandra had experienced this joy as well, with her husband. She wondered how many generations of Smith men had been hung like this. 

***

The next morning, it was back to work. Heigh ho, heigh ho...it's off to fuck I go. 

Miranda and Michael had broken his clients into four lists:

Category One - Non regulars. These were women who had been with Michael once or twice, but didn't have the need or financial resources to use his services often. 

Category Two - Semi Regulars. Women who were regular customers, but only every couple of weeks, or even once a month. 

Category Three - Detached Regulars. In this case, detached didn't really apply to their marital status. Rather, it was their emotional state regarding Michael. In other words, they liked to fuck, but weren't exclusively fucking Michael. 

Category Four - Attached Regulars. These were the most dangerous ones. Some were single, some were married, but all were totally hooked on that big thing between his legs. This was also the biggest list, a tribute to Michael's skills in the bedroom. 

Miranda expected no difficulties with the first three lists. Michael could just pay them a final visit, tell them he was retiring from the business, and leave them fucked senseless in their beds, one last time. 

The fourth category was another matter. These were his longest standing clients, and had developed feelings for him that might make things a bit harder to separate from them. At least the married ones should go relatively quietly. Miranda felt a bit of remorse for women like Esmi, Natalya, Mary, and Mirella, among others. They had developed a taste for Michael, and now would have to make due with husbands who didn't meet their needs. 




Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 05



And there were a few she knew he would miss, as much as they missed him. That gave her an idea. It was a strange one, to be sure, and just a seed for now, but... 

Michael walked into the kitchen, and nuzzled Miranda's neck. His hands slid around her, cupping her big breasts gently. 

"Gotta go, baby," he whispered. 

"Have fun, and good luck telling everyone. I'll be here, if you need to talk," she smiled, giving him a kiss. "Be gentle with them." 

"I always am, unless they don't want me to be," he winked, grabbing his keys. 

Once he reached his car, he thought about his day. Even though it was far from the last time he would see these women, as they were just starting the retirement process, it was a significant change. It didn't seem fair that Esmi Martinez would be the first. 

He liked Esmi. She was fun. She was one of the few who took his huge dick in the ass. She was an absolute slut, loving facials and tit-fucking as much as he loved sandwiching her huge, soft boobs around his shaft. 

But...she was married, and even if he wasn't retiring, that was a complication Michael was growing ever more wary of. 

As usual, he parked well away from Esmi's house, and made his way to her back door. She was waiting anxiously, drinking her morning tea, having sent her husband off to work only twenty minutes ago. 

"Good morning," she smiled, as Michael let himself in. He stepped behind her, and treated her as he had his fiancé minutes ago. His hands held her breasts, and he nibbled on her neck. 

"Buenos días, mi amor," he breathed. The smooth satin of her negligee felt wonderful under his hands. "Are you ready?" 

"Oh yes, cariño," she purred, twisting in his arms. "I'm always ready for more of that big cock. Let's go upstairs."

She led off, holding his hand, and dragging him along behind her. He had been here dozens of times, and knew the way, but she liked to pull him like this, as though it was their first time. As she stepped up the stairs ahead of him, he gently palmed her plump rear end, and eased a hand between her thighs, making her freeze, mid-stride. She was very warm, and very wet. 

"Ooooo, you are so naughty," she hissed, leaning back against him. 

"Me? I'm not the one who forgot my underwear," he laughed. 

"I didn't forget...just didn't feel like covering my pussy this morning," she giggled. "I was expecting company. Big company." 

"Maybe I should leave then, in case he shows up," he whispered. 

"No. You'll do just fine," she smiled, turning to kiss him. "Now throw my ass down and fuck the shit out of me!" 

Esmi peeled the silky black slip off over her head as she walked into her bedroom, and crawled onto the bed, arching her back like a sexy Spanish cat. She rolled onto her hip, and beckoned him closer with her finger. 

"Gimme that cock," she moaned. "I want to suck it."

Michael opened his pants and stepped out of them, dropping his shorts as well. He stopped in front of her, and watched her lean forward to collect his semi erect penis with her mouth. She was still the only one able to swallow his entire cock, and liked to give him a special treat on most occasions, knowing he would be giving her a special treat in return. 

Esmi worked her mouth carefully around his shaft, sliding deeper while it grew to its full volume. She pumped it with one hand, and spat on it, before swallowing as much as she could, again. In this position, she could gobble a bit more than half his huge pole, but this was just a warmup. She sucked at her leisure for another minute or two, then positioned herself for the real action. 

Laying back, she spun around and hung her head off the edge of the bed. Straightening her neck like this gave him a clear shot, right down her throat, and when he put it back into her mouth, she took the whole thing, with a moan of joy. 

"Oh shit, Esmi," he groaned, "I don't know how you do that, but I'm sure glad you can. Suck me, baby."

Esmi pushed and pulled his hips, urging him to fuck her mouth. He slid in and out gently, revelling in the heavenly sensation of her throat milking his cock. He grabbed her huge breasts, and mauled them aggressively, pinching the nipples. She moaned again, louder, and urged him to go faster. 

He felt it...the warm tingle in his balls...and knew his peak was near. His hips moved sharply, stroking long and deep. She moaned urgently, begging for the torrents of hot semen she knew was only seconds away. 

"Mmnahhh! Oh my fucking god!" Michael bellowed, as her mouth set him off. He surged and spewed, while she gulped and swallowed happily. 

He let her clean him up with her tongue, then pulled away, taking a place between her thighs. Quid pro quo. His tongue ran in tight circles around her clit, then dipped deep between her juicy folds, tasting her salty sweetness. 

"Sí, lamer mi coño!" she moaned, "lick me! Oh, it feels so good!" 

Michael buried his face in her slippery snatch, plunging his tongue as far into her as he could reach. His thumb rubbed back and forth across her clitoris, driving her wild. She squirmed, wriggling her hips, and pulling his face tighter against her vestibule, while groaning in ecstasy. 

He kept at it, now adding fingers to the repertoire, to reach her g-spot, while taking her engorged clit gently in his teeth. The combination of stimulation set her off. 

"Ai! FUCK!...Aiiiii!... Aiiiii!... Aiiiiii!" she screeched, gasping for air as the waves of pleasure hit her like an orgasmic storm surge. Her body quaked violently through the spasms, then relaxed. 

Michael stood up, wiping the syrupy juices from his chin while walking over to retrieve a condom for use. He opened it quickly, and rolled it over his cock, taking position to spear her. He slid the head of his rubber clad dick through her dripping cleft, and pushed inside her. 

"Oh yes...that's it...stick that big pole in my pussy!" she groaned. Michael hooked his arms under her legs, and spread her wide, easing his entry. He pressed deeper, until he hit bottom, and Esmi sighed. "Oh... Yes... "

In all the mornings spent in Esmi's bed, never once had she wanted anything but hard, furious penetration. Gentle had no place for her ; she liked to F-U-C-K. Her favourite directive was 'andele, andele' or 'rapido', as in 'fuck me faster'. Today was no different, so he didn't waste any time, shifting into high gear immediately. 

The house was very quiet, other than the sound of their bodies colliding repeatedly, and the moans of pleasure emanating from the bedroom. Soon, those sounds were joined by Esmi's screams as she came again, and again. Michael pounded his meat into her sloppy pussy at a frenzied pace, slamming into her body, and making her big, pillowy chest shake and shudder. He didn't know why that drove him wild, but he was sure glad so many of his ladies were equipped to put on such a show for him, none more so than his beautiful Miranda. 

Esmi reached up, and patted his chest. He knew what was next, and stopped, pulling out of her vagina. She pulled her legs higher, exposing his new target...her little pink anus, awash in leakage from her overflowing cunt. 

"Do my ass," she smiled. "I just love your giant pene in my ass."

He smiled down at her, and lined up to plug into her rear port. Gently, he eased the head of his cock in, feeling her tight ring open to admit the length of his shaft. She whimpered, a mix of pain and pleasure in her voice. 

Her cute little yips of discomfort soon disappeared, replaced with purrs of delight. Esmi was an anal-aholic, totally addicted to having a cock...any cock, but his in particular...stuffed fully up her ass, balls deep. This was the only time when a gentler approach was called for, but not for long, as she quickly urged him into full speed. 

Esmi reached out as far as she could, coming up just inches short of the end table. Michael gave her a few extra firm strokes, scooting her across the bed, and letting her reach the drawer, which she opened. 

"Gracias," she giggled, feeling around blindly inside the drawer. She came out with a long, neon pink double headed dildo, and tossed it aside, going back to her search. "Ah!" she gasped, finding her quarry at last...a ten inch long, thick black rubber cock. She looked up at him mischievously. 

"For my pussy," she smiled. "It gets lonely when you have your big rod in my back door." Done explaining, she began to slip the stunt double dick inside her gaping cunt, while he paused and watched her. He could feel the dildo against his shaft as she fed it in, until there was barely an inch protruding. 

"Está bien, adelante," she nodded, "Go ahead."

He pushed back inside her anus fully, feeling how much tighter she was with the other hole corked. It was an interesting sensation. 

Esmi let out a guttural, animal growl, and tossed her head back, mouth wide agape. Her the fingers of her right hand reached quickly down to rub across her clit, while the other hand tugged her nipples to even taller heights. Her thighs, draped across Michael's forearms, began to quiver, and her toes curled into fists. She was poised on the razor's edge of a gargantuan orgasm, awaiting a nudge. 

He nudged her. Actually, her ploughed her, drilling long strokes into her clutching sphincter. Over and over, he pulled almost all the way out, then hammered back inside, crushing into her ass with a fury. Each thrust also pushed the dildo deeper, momentarily, essentially fucking both her openings with one motion. 

Mariah Carey would have been impressed, as Esmi's shriek approached hypersonic territory. Michael kept shafting her ass, and she screamed, gasped, and screamed again, until she was nearly purple from exertion. It was too much, and her hands flailed at his chest, begging for a respite. 

It was pretty good for him, as well. He pulled out of her butt, peeled the rubber off his cock, and stroked himself half a dozen times. 

Within seconds, Esmi's heaving breasts were streaked with ribbons of gooey semen. She gasped for air like a voluptuous goldfish, her eyes glazed over in a dreamy look, but had the wherewithal to smile up at him as he sprayed the remains of his load across her chest. 

Micheal flopped down beside her, panting hard, as he recovered from his own devastating orgasm. Finally, her hand reached out and found him, caressing his shoulder softly. She turned her head slowly, and smiled again. 

"Um...wow...I think I...holy shit, that was good," she whispered. "Thank you." 

"You are very welcome," he replied, leaning over to kiss her gently. 

A few minutes later, after he had removed the dildo from her exhausted pussy, cleaned her up with a warm washcloth, and manoeuvred her under the covers, he was cuddling her, holding her close as she breathed quietly. 

"Esmi, honey?" he asked, "Are you awake?" 

"Mmmmm, yes," she moaned, "more or less." 

"I have something I need to tell you. Good news and bad news, I guess," he whispered. 

"Okay...I'm listening," she giggled, "but don't expect me to be too chatty. Good news first." 

"Miranda and I are getting married," he said softly. "Six months, give or take." 

She surprised him by not only replying, but by lifting her head to look at him. 

"That's wonderful!" she smiled brightly, suddenly awake. "Am I invited?" 

"Of course," he nodded. 

"Oh goodie! I love weddings!" she laughed. "I'll have to supply your wife with a few unmentionables for your wedding night." 

"I'd like that," he smiled. She stopped smiling. 

"What's the bad news?" 

"I'm afraid our time together is limited, sweetie. I'm going to be...well... retiring," he said, looking at her intently. 

Esmi turned away, and a few seconds of tense silence followed. She turned back, her eyes sad. 

"Shit. I knew it had to end some time, but I didn't expect it to be so soon," she said sullenly. "I mean, it's not like we were ever going to be permanent, were we? My husband was always going to be in the way, and you have someone you love, so...shit. I'm going to miss you." Her eyes were moist. 

"We've still got about six months," he reminded her, "unless you think that would make things harder. If so, I understand." 

"Oh no...I'm not stepping aside that easily," she smiled. "If I've got six months, I'm using all of it! You better eat your Wheaties honey, because I expect a repeat of today every week. What can you possibly do to beat the orgasm you just gave me?" 

"I don't know," Michael laughed, "but I've got six months to try." 

***

Throughout the process of his retirement tour, he had repeated the scene several times. There had been tears, and a few harsh words, spoken in the heat of the moment, but immediately regretted and withdrawn. Nearly all of his ladies cherished their time down to the last opportunity, and several of them, especially those in Category 4, were going to be in attendance at the ceremony. 

***

"Honey?" Miranda said, as she walked naked into the bedroom. Michael was laying back, watching TV, and trying to clear his head, after their morning lovemaking session. It was four hours until the ceremony, so they'd be getting dressed soon enough. 

"Yes, baby?" he replied, muting the TV to give her his full attention. She was holding a red envelope. 

"I thought I'd give you this a little early, so we can talk about it," she whispered, handing it to him. "It's your wedding present." 

"I thought you were my wedding present?" he laughed. "You've already done so much for me." 

"Well I just thought that... Just open it," she said, "it will be easier to explain when you read it."

"Alright," he smiled, an carefully unfolded the flap, which had been sealed with a kiss. He pulled out the paper inside. 

"My darling Michael," he read silently. "I am so happy that we will very soon be man and wife. You are a wonderful partner, and the most caring lover that any woman could ask for..." she had written. There were several more ego building expressions of her love and respect for him, all of which touched his heart. As he neared the end of the letter, he came to a passage that made his eyes widen. 

"I have come to the conclusion that it would be unfair of me to keep you completely to myself," he read, this time aloud. "You have become accustomed to having access to many women, so I give you permission, as my gift to you, to choose five clients with whom you can continue your relationship. My only request is that none of them be married, for obvious reasons..." 

He looked up from the page, stunned. 

"Really?" he asked. 

"Yes honey. There are a few ladies in your life who love you almost as much as I do," she answered. "I know it's weird, but I think it's the best solution, and I bet I can tell you who you're going to pick," she smiled. 

"We have to make it a fair bet," he laughed. "You write down your guesses, and seal them up. Then I will make my choices. Friendly bet?" 

"You got it," she said. "We'll settle up later on."

"Hmmmm, decisions, decisions," he smiled, tenting his fingers in evil thought. He would have been happy to spend the rest of his life with just Miranda, but he had to admit, the idea of keeping a few of his favourites in his his life was appealing. Sleeping with them would be less of a job, and more of a hobby. 

***

Miranda looked radiant. While that could be said of all brides, especially in the traditional white dress, she had been there, and done that. This dress was red, with black trim, and worked beautifully with her dark skin. It showed a lot of it too, from the high slits in the knee length skirt, to the cleavage revealing neckline. It was sure to get worn more often than a normal wedding dress. 

The ceremony itself was pretty basic, with the only real departure form the norm being the seating. Technically, all the guests other than Ashley, and Miranda's parents, would have been Michael's guests, and they thought that having that many gorgeous, amply built women on his side of the aisle might raise questions they would rather not answer, especially from his parents. So, the ushers just let the guests seat themselves randomly. 

At the reception, Michael stood back and surveyed the scene. Being the first time this many of his ladies had been in the same room, it was quite a sight. 

Ashley was there, talking with Miranda, and looking equally delicious. 

Mary and Sophia had arrived together, although Mary was nearly unrecognizable. No longer the skinny, mousy blonde that spied on them from her bedroom window, she was coiffed, and dressed to the nines, and showing a lot of her own cleavage. She had kicked her husband to the curb, and was making up for lost time, sleeping with so many men it made Sophia look celibate. Michael had anticipated trouble from her, but she had been surprisingly compliant. 

Charisse and Jenelle had done the same, carpooling, and looking more like two sisters than Mother and daughter. 

Natalya was swaying softly to the music, talking to Esmi, and paying a lot of attention to the waiter. 

Mirella had brought the baby. It had been months since Michael had seen her last, and that one night remained their only time together, in the normal sense. Michael had visited her for almost three months, for their 'lunchtime letdown', with him suckling her bloated breasts dutifully, until the baby was weaned. She would occasionally return the favour with a nice, sloppy blowjob, spraying milk on his shaft as lubrication. Her husband had finally realized what an ass he was being, and stopped blaming her for getting pregnant. Their marriage was on the mend. 

Hiromi sat quietly in a chair, looking delicate and perfect, as usual. She had been hardest hit by the news of his retirement, having become very attached to him. 

Solange had just arrived, with typical french flair, unable to make the ceremony, but bearing gifts. 

Carla, Beverly, Ava, Lois, and Charlotte, were milling around on the fringes of the group. 

Michael made eye contact with his bride, and she smiled. Miranda reached into her dress, under her bra strap, and came out with a small envelope, which she wagged at him playfully. He nodded, and fished a similar list out of his pocket, tapping his forehead with it. She said something to Ashley, and they both erupted in laughter. He was pretty sure they were laughing with him, not at him, but time would tell, soon enough. He started across the room. 

"Excusez-moi ... je vous offre mes félicitations," Michael heard from behind him. Her knew that sexy purr. Miranda was looking past him, a slightly baffled look on her face. "Oh, I'm sorry...I've been visiting family in France for months. Force of habit," Solange laughed. "I said I offer my congratulations." Miranda stood, accepting the hug that was part of the congratulatory package. 

"Thank you so much," she said. "We're so glad you made it back in time to attend. I've heard so much about you." 

"I'm sure you have," Solange replied quietly, blushing. "Michael has told me all about you, as well. May I borrow your husband for a moment?" 

"Just to dance, right?" Miranda laughed. She winked at him. 

"Oh, of course," Solange answered, laughing nervously. 

Miranda pulled him close, kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear. 

"Tell her. I assume she's one of your picks, so explain it to her." He kissed her back, and nodded. 

Seconds later, Michael and Solange were in each other's arms on the dance floor, swaying softly to the music. 

"Congratulations, Michael," she whispered, looking into his eyes deeply. She felt his strong arms around her, his hand drifting down her back to stop just above her rump. His chest pressed into her ample breasts. Her European trip had been poorly timed, robbing her of this feeling, and the more intimate ones they shared in her bedroom. Her pussy ached to feel the fullness his huge cock always gave her, a sensation she never expected to have again. Men like Michael, monstrously equipped yet gentle and caring, were rare, and she wondered if she'd ever find another. He may have ruined her for life. "I'm going to miss you terribly" she breathed, resting her head on his shoulder, and nuzzling his neck. 




Ms. Walker's Class Ch. 05



"I have something to tell you," he smiled, as she lifted her head to look at him. "You're not going to miss me as much as you think." She frowned, confused. 

Miranda sat, at the table, accepting the well wishes of several guests. She was also watching her husband on the dance floor, holding his busty, blonde, French client closely while they talked. Solange smiled, and crushed her body against his even tighter, then kissed him, softly, on the lips. Message delivered, Miranda thought. 

A couple of minutes later, Michael and Solange walked back to the table, where Miranda was waiting. 

"Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful husband with me," Solange whispered, hugging Miranda again. "Thank you, thank you." 

She gave Michael one more quick peck on the cheek, smiled again, and walked away, as he watched her sexy behind swing with each step. 

"Alright, that's enough for now," Miranda giggled, punching his shoulder playfully, and reaching into her bra, "time to settle up." 

"Do you need help with that?" he smiled, as she struggled to retrieve the envelope from its hiding place. Before he could assist, she came out with it. He grabbed it quickly. 

"Ooooooo, it's warm!" he whispered, holding it against his face. 

"Hmmmm, you ain't felt nothing, yet," she smiled, kissing him deeply. "Your list, please? Or, do you need help with that?" She didn't wait for an answer, instead just reaching into his pants pocket, where she knew she'd find something interesting. "Ah, here it is!" she moaned, grabbing his dick softly. It began to twitch, responding to her caress. 

"Wrong pocket," he laughed, reaching into his jacket, "but feel free to continue. Be warned, though. Don't start something you don't want me to finish." 

"Well, more than half the people here have already sampled your cock, so I'm sure they won't mind us consummating on the table," she giggled, "They might even join in!" 

"In the interest of avoiding heart attacks for our parents," he suggested, "I think we should restrain ourselves. Agreed?" 

"Gimme the list, party pooper!" she hissed, taking the paper, and removing her hand from his crotch. "Let's see..." she said, taking a seat. She started to laugh. 

"Sophia...no surprise there, you boob lover, you... Ashley...she'll be happy...Solange, yes, I was right about her...Charisse, uh huh." She stopped. "Shit! You win." Michael gave a little fist pump, and ripped open the envelope. 

"Sophia, Solange, Ashley, Charisse, Ava," he read. "So close." 

"Hiromi, huh?" Miranda asked. "You must absolutely destroy her pussy!" 

"She doesn't complain," he answered, "and she gives great baths!" 

"Okay, Sweetheart. Go ahead, tell the lucky ladies about the new arrangement," she sighed. "Oh, one more thing...do you think it's fair to take Charisse, but not Jenelle?" 

"What are you saying?" Michael asked. 

"I'm saying you should take Jenelle, too, but they have to share you," she smiled. 

"I think they actually prefer it that way," he laughed, winking at his wife. He walked off, towards Ashley. 

***

Michael sat at the table beside Hiromi. She had been very quiet all evening, but that was her nature. The only time he ever saw her let loose was in bed, and it was something to see. 

"Thank you for coming, today," he smiled. "It's wonderful to see you." 

Hiromi smiled back, then looked down. She was upset. Before she could say anything, or get any more emotional, Michael reached out and touched her chin gently. She looked up, her eyes damp. 

"Please don't cry, Hiromi. This isn't the end for us," he whispered. He took his time, explaining the whole plan, yet again. He'd already been through it with Solange on the dance floor. Ashley had already known, probably before he did, as Miranda's friend. Charisse and Jenelle had listened quietly, exchanged glances of happiness, and attacked him in a group hug. Sophia had taken a little manoeuvring, to get her away from Mary, but once she was filled in, she just smiled, so as not to blow their cover. 

"I'm so going to fuck you senseless next time we are together," she grinned. Some things never change. 

Hiromi listened intently. She was one of his new 'special' clients, who would still have him available to them. Each of them would get him, in their bed, their home...their life, for a full ten hours, just like a job. One set day per week. He was theirs, sort of a communal husband, to do with as they pleased. He would run errands, fix things around the house, or just fuck their brains out, as need be. He finished his explanation. 

She reached out and took his large, strong hand in her tiny, delicate one, smiling broadly at the news. 

"Thank you so much, Michael," she whispered. "I'm afraid I have become a bit attached to you." She stood up, which made her slightly taller than him as he sat, and she bent to kiss him softly on the lips. As she stood again, she looked deeply into his eyes. "I should also thank your lovely bride. Will you please introduce me?"

"Of course, my sweet," he smiled, and led her over to where Miranda was sitting. She stood as they approached. 

"Miranda, I'd like you to meet Hiromi...Hiromi, my wife Miranda," he said quietly. "I'll leave you two alone." As he backed away, he was struck by the contrast between them. Miranda was nearly six feet tall in her heels, while Hiromi was barely over five feet without hers. Miranda's huge bust; Hiromi's petite, yet buxom chest. Miranda's dark complexion, thick lips and wide, expressive mouth; Hiromi's smooth, china-doll features and delicate mouth. While he watched, they both laughed, and sat down together, chattering away. 

"Awful lot of beautiful women here," he heard from behind, as Dad sidled up to talk. "Your Mother is wondering who they all are. I'm not allowed to notice such things," he chuckled, patting his son on the back. "If I was, I'd notice that they all seem very friendly, especially with you. I never got as many kisses at my wedding as you have. My, how times have changed."

"Miranda's friends...wishing us the best," he said quietly. 

"Uh huh," Dad nodded, "that's what I thought." He nudged his son with his shoulder. "Lucky bugger." 

***

Since Miranda was teaching, they decided to defer the honeymoon until the end of the school year. They did have a few details to work out, though.

Hiromi, Sophia, Ashley, Solange, Charisse, and Jenelle arrived at the house, for a potluck / polyamory party. While there would be no sex tonight, as a group, they would decide who would have Michael, and when. 

No sex tonight didn't necessarily mean no close physical contact. Since everyone present was an adult, and fully aware of all aspects of the unique relationship they were embarking on, there was bound to be some touching. 

Trust Sophia to be the trailblazer, as she found Michael alone in the kitchen, and immediately took advantage, pressing her exquisitely ample body against his in a decidedly non-platonic way. Her hand caressed his bulge, while she pulled him down into a kiss. That's when Miranda walked in. 

What she saw surprised her, and she did feel a quick twinge of jealousy, but this setup was her idea, so she reminded herself it was okay for them to be here. 

Michael also felt a touch of guilt, but when Miranda smiled at him, he relaxed. Sophia turned to face her. 

"I'm sorry, Miranda," she giggled. "It's just so hard to keep my hands off him." She had stopped kissing him, but her hand lingered on his crotch. 

"Hmmm. Hard. Yes. I'll bet," Miranda laughed, stepping closer and kissing him softly. She joined in, adding her hand to Sophia's on his groin. "Just remember. He's mine tonight, and every night. You ladies get the day shift. But you can wind him up all you like. I'll gladly be the beneficiary, later." She winked, and left them alone. 

Pretty soon, Charisse, Jenelle, and Ashley had joined the scrum, and Michael was overwhelmed by lips, breasts, and groping hands. 

In the living room, Solange, Hiromi, and Miranda realized that the kitchen appeared to be the place to be, as there was an unmistakable smell of arousal, and a lot of soft moaning and kissing could be heard. They walked in. 

Michael was surrounded. Only his height made him immediately visible, as the four...now five, as Solange joined in...women sandwiched him. Hiromi stayed by Miranda's side, watching, as the women writhed around him. Everyone was still fully clothed, but that surely couldn't last long, as the women were kissing each other as well as Michael. If things got just a little hotter, it would explode into a full on orgy. 

"I think we'd better conclude our business here, before this gets out of hand," Miranda laughed, feeling a little wet herself from just watching. The scene continued. "Ladies...don't make me get the hose!" she threatened, causing laughter as the gaggle broke up, and they left, one by one, makeup smeared, clothing dishevelled, and faces flushed. 

Michael leaned in the corner, covered in lipstick, with a huge bulge in his pants. 

"I never thought I'd say this," he panted, "but, thank you for rescuing me." 

"Thank me later, in the bedroom," Miranda smiled. 

The details went quite smoothly, as there was only one conflict of scheduling, that needed resolving, and the two women involved, Ashley and Solange, settled it with a rock-paper-scissors fight, best three of five. Solange won, and took Wednesdays. 

Michael was just a spectator, as the ladies hashed it out, and within minutes, it was done. The schedule was set. 

Mondays were Ashley's day. Tuesday would find Michael at Sophia's. Wednesday would be for Solange. Thursday, he was going to be at Charisse's house, with Jenelle in attendance on occasion, and Friday he would be at Hiromi's. 

Trading of days would be permitted, upon consent. The schedule of times was flexible, if a special request was made. 

Miranda had the final surprise. 

"Okay. I think we've got it right, now, but I'd like to add one thing," she said, standing at the dining room table. "I propose that we, take this one step further. I know you all care a great deal for my husband, and he feels the same way about you. With that in mind, I suggest that we all get tested. Until the results come back, we continue as usual, condoms mandatory. Once it's proven safe, the rubbers go bye-bye. If you're having sex with anyone else, they have to wear one, or you will be put back on the raincoat list."

Everyone nodded. 

"That means we all need to be taking responsibility for contraception, ladies, so if he knocks you up, don't say you weren't warned. Agreed?" Again, full consent. 

The party broke up soon after, with women filtering out slowly, and giving Michael a kiss on exit. Before long, there was only Michael, Miranda, and Ashley. He was sitting on the couch, and they were chatting in the kitchen, until Ashley walked in to say goodnight. She straddled his lap, and put her arms around his neck. 

"I'll be seeing you Monday, darling," she smiled, and kissed him gently. His hands roamed her ass, and she moaned softly. "You can leave your rubbers here. I'm clean, and Miranda knows it already. I look forward to that warm cum inside my pussy."

She stood again, adjusting her skirt, and walked over to Miranda to say goodnight to her as well. A grin was on her face as she turned back. 

"Hey, sweetie," Miranda laughed, nodding. "Ash has a parting gift for you. Watch this." 

Ashley's hand cupped Miranda's breast, as they kissed each other, tongues intertwined. The kiss lasted several long, hot seconds, as they moaned into each other's mouths. 

Michael was rock hard, watching his wife and her college friend tease him with a preview of what he hoped would be soon reenacted for him. 

"See you Monday," Ashley smiled, and waved as she left. 

Miranda locked up, and sauntered past him, turning off lights as she went. 

"I'll be waiting for my 'thank you'," she giggled, unbuttoning her blouse. 

***

If it's Tuesday, it must be Sophia. 

Michael was up early, had his shower, and kissed his wife before he left for work. Miranda was headed out soon as well, but he doubted she would have as much fun at school as he was sure to have today. 

He arrived at Sophia's house just before eight, and unlocked the door with his key. He had keys for everyone, now. It had been two weeks since the potluck, and everyone was happy with the arrangement so far. 

The house was silent, as he crept up the stairs to her bedroom, peeking around the corner of the door frame to look at her, sleeping peacefully. She was cute, and naked, with the sheet down around her waist, letting him check out her huge breasts as she laid on her side. She had by far the biggest rack he had ever seen, and loved to tease him with it. That's probably what she was doing right now, as she seemed just a little too perfectly displayed. 

"Hmmm, I guess I'll just go watch TV," he whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. 

"Oh no you won't!" she giggled, her game betrayed. She opened her eyes and smiled. "Get over here and kiss me. You're on the clock." 

She was right. As much as this was a job in name only, she was his employer until six tonight, and he was being well paid to do whatever she wanted. There would be actual work to be done...pool maintenance, grass cutting, the like...but right now, he was needed for other tasks. Such a drag, every day, the same thing...kiss me, fuck me, make me cum. Oh well... 

Michael stripped, and joined his busty boss in bed. They necked for a few minutes, before Sophia pulled back, and gave him a happy gaze. 

"You are the most wonderful man I've ever met," she said softly. "I hope you know that I don't just mean what you do to me in here," she gestured around her, to the bedroom, "although that certainly doesn't hurt. You make me feel special. That's why I'm willing to pay to have you here, even if only one day a week. I love you."

"I love you, too, Soph," he whispered, kissing her again. "You're very special to me. I'm very lucky to have you in my life."

Sophia's eyes sparkled as she looked at him from her pillow. 

"Okay, that's enough mushy stuff. You're going to make me cry," she giggled. "I like it better when you make me scream." 

"Yes, boss!" 

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I hope you had fun with this one. I know I did, and have a few ideas moving forward. If you have anything you'd like to add, please let me know. You just might read it, someday! 

Now, I'm either going to check on John and Christie, or Dan and Karen. I think. Maybe Todd and Kelly, or Alex and Samantha? Or something new? 

Shall I surprise you? Or do you want to tell me?