Thomas Trent - Back door babysitter

This milking action proved to be too much for Matt to take, and he too exploded. Spurting his load of steaming cum into Jane, he silently came, stifling himself with the intensity of his climax. Mrs. Long felt Matt's prick twitch and lurch in her sensitive cunt as it responded to her milking motion. She felt the wads hit the back walls of her cunt as Matt came, heightening her own climax. They bucked against each other in a frenzy of movement until the spasms slowly subsided enough for them to become once more aware of their surroundings.

Annette was still fucking against Jack's cock and Jane's clit-sucking lips as her climax drew to an end. She opened her eyes to see Tom collapsed back on the bed in front of her, and she slowly allowed his limp prick to slide from her wet mouth, while retaining his big cum-load to further savor the creamy taste of his cum. She ran her tongue all around the inside of her mouth, spreading the sweet jism all around and tasting it to the fullest. She swished it back and forth, allowing the sticky cum to cover her tongue, teeth, and lips before swallowing. She loved cum.

She felt a heavy weight on her back and realized that Jack had stumped down onto her back. His giant prick was still fucked all the way up her asshole, and remained snug. She was in no hurry to remove his cock, for the pleasure continued to emanate from her well-fucked brown hole.

Matt rolled off of Mrs. Long and lay on the floor to regain his breath. He fondled his prick, and gave it an occasional jerk as he still felt the aftermath of his climax. Jane lay on the floor without moving, eyes closed. She did not have the energy at this time to rise, and neither did the two boys. Annette's head and shoulders were resting on the bed as she knelt with Jack slumped across her back, his spent cock still lodged in her asshole.

Annette gave her asshole a few clenches to better relish the feel of the spent prick stuck inside it. She knew that it would probably be at least a few days before she could have that big, stiff cock fucked up her ass again, and she wanted to get all she could of it while she could.

Her movements brought Jack back to the world of reality, and he slowly raised himself until he was kneeling behind Annette under his own power. Reluctantly, he began to withdraw his wilting fuck tool.

Annette almost gave way to panic as she felt the comforting cock easing out of her ass. But she found solace in the thought that soon she would be ass-fucked by that huge cock again. Again and again, she hoped. Her asshole felt emptied, felt as if it were draining, as if the dam had broken and its contents were draining out. Inch by inch, Jack withdrew his cock, much to the disappointment of Annette. As the last couple of inches were withdrawn, Annette clenched her asshole tightly shut so that as Jack's big cock-head rode out past the ring muscle, it would snap shut like it was supposed to.

Now empty, with three spent pricks around her, Annette knew that the party was over. There were no hard cocks around to be stuck up her hot ass.

Jack's once-proud cock, deprived of the comfortable nest of Annette's tight asshole, now hung limply between his legs.

One by one, they prepared to call it a night. As Jack prepared to drive Annette home, each person expressed firm wishes to get together again soon.

As for Annette, the only person she actually hoped against hope to be able to get back together with was Mr. Long, with his magnificent prick. She had received an ass-fucking that she would not soon forget.

The following week was final exam time at Houston High. Annette was busily occupied in finding the answers to the many questions on her history final. She was having a tough time, indeed. Too much time had been devoted to thinking of cock, rather than thinking of scholastic matters.

She scanned the test, and found many questions beyond her ability to answer. After answering less than half the test questions, she put down her pen and gave the test up as a lost cause. She would have to think of something quickly. Somehow, she would have to persuade her teacher, Mr. Drake, to give her a passing grade.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your time is up. Please pass your tests to the front of the class."

Mr. Drake went from row to row picking up the tests, as Annette passed hers up front. She thought of her parents' reaction if she should fail the course. She shuddered involuntarily. She knew what she had to do.

As the class bell rang, there was a rush of students to the door. Annette was left alone with Mr. Drake, who began picking up and sorting his papers in preparation to going home for the day. He looked up and spied Annette.

"Can I help you with something, Annette?" As he spoke, his eyes roved up and down Annette's healthy, ripe young body.

Annette could not help but notice the frankness of his look. She had more than once caught Mr. Drake looking her over with that certain gleam in his eye. Up until now, she had always ignored him. But now, the tables were turned. It was she who needed his help. She flushed.

"Mr. Drake," she stammered, "I think, well, I'm afraid that I wasn't too well prepared for the test, and was wondering whether or not you had any suggestions as to how I could pass the course."

Drake paused for a moment. He once again surveyed Annette's features from head to toe. It was obvious that he liked what he saw.

"What exactly did you have in mind, Annette?"

"Maybe something for extra credit. Extracurricular activity or something; I don't know."

"Now, now, Annette. Surely you must have some suggestion, or you wouldn't have come up to me at this late date. You must have known that you were failing the class." Once again his eyes hungrily traveled up and down her luscious body.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Mr. Drake. With your help, I'm sure we can get to the bottom of the problem." She glanced at his lap, hoping that he would get the message and not turn her in. She was aware of the dangers, involved in suggesting to Mr. Drake what she wanted to do.

Mr. Drake leaned back in his chair. "Too much boy chasing and not enough studying. Is that it? Go close the door, so we can discuss this matter in private. And make sure it locks."

Obediently, she walked to the door and pushed it shut, flipping the latch as she did so. She deliberately swung her hips to further provoke Mr. Drake. Turning around, she caught him eyeing her hot ass and knew that he was hooked. Her sensuous lips spread into a slow smile. Drake steadily looked at her.

Annette walked around the side of Drake's desk and perched on its top with her legs facing Mr. Drake, who caught a glimpse of her panties underneath her dress.

"I think I can help you, Annette. I might be able to pass you with a C, for some small consideration."

"No, I don't believe I can settle for a C, Mr. Drake. I was thinking more along the lines of a B, or maybe an A."

"Well, well, well," he said. "I don't know if I'll be able to swing that, Annette. But there may be a way."

Pussy aroma was quite noticeable in the classroom. Annette's cunt was getting very moist as she thought more and more of what it would be like to fuck with her teacher. She lifted herself up and pulled down her panties, letting them drop to the floor. Settling down once again on the desk, she left her legs apart to give Drake a clear view into her cunt, which peered back at him from beneath the protective covering of her dress.

Mr. Drake tentatively rested his hand on her knee. When she did not pull away, he became bolder and began to rub her leg.

"Yes, there may be a way after all, Annette," he said as his hand rubbed up her bare thigh.

Annette was already so hot she could hardly stand his caresses, and she ached for release. However, she knew that she would have to play her hand for all it was worth. If a B grade was all she could get out of the deal, then she would settle for it, but in the meantime, she had to try for an A.