popeye and olivia

Daddy slowly started working his way deeper, and it was as incredible as it always was! He took his time, more than he really needed to even, but I think he didn't want Mom to think he was hurting me. That was fine by me. Soon enough I was taking the whole thing anyways, more than nine thick inches of incredible Daddy cock spreading me open, making me shudder and moan! God, Daddy was incredible! And getting to do it right in front of—on top of!—Mommy, made it even better! Already I could feel the pressure mounting inside me, building and building, and I let go with a trembling wail as he made me cum for him, clutching hard to the sides of Mommy's tits, taking her soft, pale flesh into my mouth and biting her—not too hard, but enough to make her gasp loudly as I did it. I tightened my bite just a little bit more, enough to make her whimper cutely until my orgasm faded and I was willing to let her go, kissing her softly better on the marks I'd just left.

“Ahhh…oooph…” My blood was all in my dick so I just started talking. I yanked Carol’s hair hard, leaned over and started whispering in her ear. “Whore. Slut. Feel my dick in your ass? That’s what a whore feels like. Taking cock in your ass. You love it, don’t you slut? Don’t you?” I yanked her hair hard. “You love it!”

Still, she made me nuts. When the class would be working on an in-class assignment, she would float around the room, answering questions and offering advice. She always paused at my desk, squeezed my shoulder or rubbing it a little and ask if I needed help. I thought she kept touching me longer than she did with the other kids, massaging my shoulder or sliding her hand down to the middle of my hunched over back. I would break out in a sweat whenever she touched me, and my cock, which was in the teenage stage of always being semi hard, would become rigid and strain against the fabric of my underwear and pants.