Mature At Breanna's Insistence

Her orgasm seemed to galvanize her and she got on her elbows and knees, her shapely ass pointed skyward and offered me her pussy again -- labia spread wide and her cunt gaping open from being well fucked and she moaned, "Fuck me hard, Mister Heller...show your naughty student how a man fucks a woman!"

More out of instinct that measured thought, I nearly lunged into her, making her scream from the violence of my thrust into her hot, loving pussy. Clutching her hips where they flared from her waist, I began to fuck her hard and fast, driving my cock into her as if my life depended on it...our bodies slapping loudly and wetly together. I felt myself throbbing and seeming to grow harder with each carnal howl of delight that escaped her lips. Then she was coming for a third time, screaming wordlessly with pleasure as she clawed the sheets.

I suddenly needed to see her face and she cried out as I suddenly withdrew from her tight, convulsing grasp in mid-orgasm and rolled her over. Her eyes went wide as I climbed between her sprawled legs and shoved my cock into her again with a single brutal thrust. "OHHHH FUCKKK CUMCUMCUMMMING!" she sobbed as her orgasm escalated as I began to piston madly in and out of her...her pussy sopping wet -- both slippery and tight.

I felt my own climax rising and didn't fight it, driving my cock deep into her young womb and bellowing like a bull in triumph as I began to ejaculate hot semen into her cunt like I was a teenager reborn. Our mutual cries of orgasm were smothered as our lips came together and we kissed -- our tongues dancing and silently signing our mutual ecstasy!

Eventually we collapsed into a tangle of arms and legs -- both unclear as to who was on top and on bottom. Her luscious lips left mine long enough to allow her to gasp, "Oh yeah, Mister Heller -- I could definitely get used to this."

It took me a while to answer as my heart felt like it was about to explode and my lungs had apparently forgotten how to breathe in the midst of our mutual orgasm. Finally, I wheezed, "Me too, Breanna...if it doesn't kill me!"

She began to giggle and I laughed too between gasps for air and then we were nuzzling and kissing until she laid her head on my chest and gently began to snore. I lay awake for a long time, savoring the feel of her body on mine and wondering what I'd done to deserve this and wondering what tomorrow would bring. When I did sleep, it was the most restful slumber I had known for many, many years.

I awoke stretching, coming wide awake in a second as my muscles protested. It took me a second to realize that it was a reminder of good things not bad and then the memories of Breanna came back to me. I was alone in the bed, but her flowery sweet scent assured me that our night of lovemaking had not simply been a silly old man's dream. I climbed out of bed, groaning softly as I worked the kinks out...more a pleasant reminder of impassioned fucking than pain.

I shuffled into the bathroom and did my business and was shuffling back out when I heard noise in the small kitchen off the living room. I found myself growing a bit excited as I hurried down the short hall and through the living room, pulling up short when I spied Breanna standing before my stove, stirring something in a frying pan. She had on a T-shirt I think I had worn a day or so before. It ended just shy of her bush which was revealed in all its thick, trimmed glory.

She smiled at me in such a way that I knew I'd treasure in my heart for all time even as I felt my cock respond to it's carnal quality. "Good morning, Mister Heller!" She nodded to the pan. "Thought I'd fix you some breakfast before I go. You need to eat right and keep your strength up." She ran her gaze up and down my naked body. "Especially if you're going to strut that fine body around naked in front of me."

I felt myself blush to hear her describe me like that. At fifty-two, I wasn't in bad shape...playing racquetball two or three days a week and always taking the stairs. I'd kept my potbelly at bay, but 'fine naked body?' Breanna plated what appeared to be French Toast on two plates and sat them down at the small kitchenette table and then came to me and kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth with amazing familiarity.

Ending the kiss, she led me to the table and we ate -- in silence for a few minutes before I finally spoke, unsure of what to say. "So...what happens next? Was this a one time thing, Breanna or are we something more."

Breanna dropped her fork in her plate and rested her chin on a fist, smiling mysteriously at me for a minute. "I hope we're not a one time thing, Mister Heller," she finally said. She reached across the table and stroked my face. "I won't say it's love and happily ever after, but..." She sighed and said, "I'm probably not a one man woman, but I hope we can have each other in each other's lives."

I nodded and started to say, "I understand...there's Jesse. I don't want to ruin..."

For the second time at the mention of her boyfriend's name, she shushed me with her finger on my lips. "Jesse and I are done. One night with you had made that clear. He and I are...going different directions." Breanna shook her head. "No, I just mean -- I want us to be lovers, Mister Heller...for now."

I could see that she didn't quite have the words for what she felt and I understood that. I was smitten with her as well...more love than lust, but whatever it was -- we had a bond that could not easily be ended.

She glanced up at the digital clock on the stove and winced. "I better get a move on if I'm not going to be late."

"You have to go?"

Brianna smiled and nodded. "I work in the hospital every other weekend...part of my training." She stood up and then leaned down and kissed me. "And I'm pretty sure my favorite teacher wouldn't approve of me skipping my education. Finish eating, Mister Heller." She slipped by me as I sighed...both wistful and proud of this magnificent young woman.

I finished my food -- Breanna was a good cook. I returned to the bedroom to see Breanna dressed -- back in her blouse that left her shoulders bare and jeans back on and zipping up her boots. She grinned at me and said, "I couldn't find my panties, Mister Heller. Consider them a souvenir of a lovely, naughty night."

Her gaze hung about me, gradually working down to where my penis was already semi-hard and swelling -- responding just to the young woman's natural sexiness. "You are a sexy man, Mister Heller," she sighed. She looked around, her eyes coming to rest on the alarm clock on the bedside table. Breanna looked back around at me and grinned mischievously. "I reckon we have time if we're quick about it!" She crooked a finger at me and whispered throatily, "C'mere, lover!"

I walked towards her and she opened her mouth wide, still crooking a finger at me. I couldn't believe this was happening, but walked my cock to her waiting lips, groaning as Breanna closed her lips around the head of my erect penis. Her tongue, so sweet and succulent in my mouth was a touch of an erotic heaven as it rolled across my turgid flesh.

Her hands, strong and knowledgeable clamped down on my ass cheeks, providing leverage as she took me deep into her mouth, her full, sensual lips pure ecstasy on my flesh. Breanna's lovely blue eyes stared up into my face as she sucked my cock -- conveying delight and pleasure reflecting the delight and pleasure in my face. Breanna was a source of wonder...the like of which I had ever known. Yes, Lisa and I had had our passionate moments, but in almost thirty years of marriage, I never remembered her ever having reveled in the acts of sex like this young woman -- even when we had been Breanna's age.

I resisted the urge to cum as best I could -- her mouth, tongue and lips were that sweet, but Breanna was on a schedule and she used her mouth, her tongue and her lips like an artist, moaning with her mouth full of cock as if it were heaven itself...sounding sexy and obscene and then I knew I was surrendering and I moaned, "Breanna...I'm cumming!"

She beamed up at me, sucking me all the harder and then I was cumming, feeling her tongue rolling around my cock head as I filled her mouth with thick, hot streamers of semen. Breanna moaned approvingly, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked me all the more intently as she gobbled my fresh seed. I felt dizzy -- my climax was so powerfully and steadied myself with my hands planted firmly on her graceful shoulders.

Breanna sucked me until I was dry, her mouth making me shake with pleasure that quickly became so intense it bordered pain. Finally, she let me slip from between her lips. "You're delicious too, Mister Heller. This just gets better and better." She stood up and we hugged as she kissed me, sharing the taste of my sperm with me. I was surprised to find her nasty action rather exciting.

We kissed for several minutes until she broke the kiss with a frustrated moan and said, "I really have to go, Mister Heller!" She pecked me on the cheek and I walked her to the front door, hiding behind it discreetly when we opened it.

"When will I see you again?" I asked, wincing at the almost pleading tone in my voice.

Breanna turned and grinned at me. "You just never know when I'll turn up, Mister Heller...or where!" She kissed me and then was out the door, leaving me trying to sort out my feelings at the whirlwind events of the last several hours.

I spent the rest of the weekend expecting to hear her knock at the door at every moment. For a few hours, I was too distracted to do anything except think about my former student...wrestling briefly with the idea that I had violated some code by fucking a former student, but in the end understanding that we were both adults who'd made love...who'd fucked by mutual consent.

I was surprised that I was able to refocus on my work with more ability to concentrate than in several days and made some tremendous progress on my thesis, engaging in my studies with literally a song in my heart.. True, I was a little disappointed that I didn't hear from Breanna that weekend or the next few days. As I traveled the campus, I expected to see her at any moment.

I was in the UC café again late in the evening the following Thursday and absorbed in an account of an early bourbon maker I'd found in the library when I felt a soft hand on my neck and then Breanna's sweet breath on my cheek before she said, "Hello, lover!"

I looked up to get a brief glimpse of Breanna's lovely face before she kissed me on the mouth, her tongue between my lips and kissing me passionately for a long minute, drawing some amused and not so amused stares from the few folk present, no doubt wondering why a lovely young woman was French-kissing a man old enough to be her father. Breanna looked breathtaking -- wearing a skintight black sweater and a plaid skirt with black stockings and her leather jacket completing the ensemble.

"Hello, beautiful!" I murmured, savoring the taste of her on my lips.

She ruffled my short black hair that was slightly peppered with silver. "Walk a girl to her car?" she said in a flirtatious tone.

"Hell, yes," I said, standing up and kissing her again, not really caring what those around us thought.

Then we were walking across a long lot -- moving to the far side where I finally saw her car in shadows, far from any security lights. Breanna's arm was laced through mine and her head was on my shoulder as we made our way slowly towards her vehicle. "Miss me?" she finally said.

"Every hour...every day," I replied. "And every night...especially the nights."

"I missed you too, Mister Heller," she said. "A lot." She nuzzled my neck and I felt goosebumps rise up on my skin that were not caused by the chilly fall evening.

"You know, Breanna...you can call me John if you like," I said.

She chuckled and said, "I know...I've practiced saying it, but it just doesn't work. You're Mister Heller...my teacher that I just fell head over heels for in high school and you'll always be Mister Heller." She lifted her head and kissed me on the lobe of my ear and whispered, "Just saying 'Mister Heller' makes me wet!" We stopped behind her car and she shifted around to face me, her arms around my waist.

I looked at her mischievously grinning face and replied, "Really?"

Breanna nodded and said, "Really...let me prove it to you, Mister Heller!" She walked us backwards until she bumped into the trunk of her aged Honda and then took my hand and guided it down between her legs even as she used her free hand to lift her plaid skirt.

I groaned as my fingers brushed first her full and trimmed bush and then found heat and wetness...her labia already spreading with arousal. "No panties, Breanna?" I said hoarsely. "What's up with that?"

She giggled and said, "I took them off in the restroom after I spotted you in the cafeteria. They're in my purse."

"Why?" I said, trying not to laugh, feeling myself growing hard.

"Breanna shrugged and looked at me with a feeling that both melted my heart and made my cock throb with sudden urgent need. "I thought my teacher lover might want to fuck his former student out here in the parking lot." Her hands dropped to the fly of my khakis and tugged the zipper down. She bit her lip as my middle finger slowly circled inside her very wet pussy. "In fact, I insist you fuck me right now, Mister Heller!"

I opened my mouth to protest, but suddenly Breanna's lips were firmly pressed against mine -- her tongue pursuing mine while her fingers deftly captured my hardening cock and freed it, stroking it to keep it hard in the cool autumn air. I wanted to tell her we could go back to my apartment or go somewhere indoors, but instead, I found myself being guided by this reckless young woman -- led to move forward, slightly bend my knees as I stepped between her now wide spread legs and then I was moving into her as she dipped down a little and I was in her...my hard, throbbing cock sliding deep into her hot, molten wet cunt as she broke the kiss and moaned, "Yessssss! Just like that, Mister Heller!"

Slowly, I began to fuck Breanna -- rocking into her as she braced herself against the trunk of the Honda, her legs wide apart, feet planted firmly on the pavement, accepting my thrusts, meeting them with glorious little movements of her pelvis. We had our arms around each other in a passionate embrace, staring into each other's eyes as we fucked in the shadows, hopefully appearing to anyone passing by as merely kissing.

Breanna stared at me, her mouth a little slack and open, breathing heavily as we fucked, her expression sliding effortlessly between pleasure and need and carnality as orgasm teased her with its near presence, growing stronger each time cock and pussy joined and became one for sweet, agonizing seconds.

Each time Breanna's pleasure threatened to make her scream, she kissed me, her moans of ecstasy muffled as our tongues danced and played. She hugged me tight as her breath quickened and my thrusts became more urgent as she whimpered, "Yes, yes, yes...oh, fuck me, Mister Heller!" Then she was kissing me and her whole body was shaking and she lunged herself at me, one leg rising up behind mine for leverage as she began to orgasm...her pussy bathing my cock in her hot creams and then I growled and thrust upwards and began to cum inside her and we were kissing to squelch our cries of passion as I pumped hot semen into my young lover's cunt.

I'm not sure how long we clung together, arms wrapped around each other as Breanna's pussy squeezed and milked my cock for as much sperm as I could offer. We kissed and reveled in our moment of carnal ecstasy until finally, my cock shrank and slipped free of her clasping lips.

"Fuck, Mister Heller...I can't believe how good it feels when you cum inside me!" Breanna gasped as she leaned against the car trunk, taking deep breaths of air.

I shivered as my overheated body began to suddenly become aware of the chill air. "I can't believe you and I just....here in this parking lot!" I shook my head in wonder. "I've never met anyone like you, Breanna...you make me feel like a teenager again!"

Breanna giggled and replied, "I bet you were a fuck monster when you were my age, Mister Heller." She started to say something else, but her eyes were drawn to my crotch where I was fumbling to put my cum covered semi-erect penis back into my pants. With graceful swiftness, my young lover suddenly was squatting in front of me, saying, "Oh no, Mister Heller...let me take care of that."

I gasped as I felt her full, luscious lips suddenly wrapping themselves around my cock...her tongue busy as it licked my cum coated penis...cleaning me of our mutual creams before she gently and lovingly tucked my cock back into my khaki pants. With an ease I envied, Breanna stood straight up, her arms again encircling my waist. "Didn't need to put your lovely cock back without cleaning it up first!" she said teasingly before kissing me, sharing the taste of pussy and semen with me.

When she released me and stepped towards the driver's door, I said, "And what about you...I think I left you with a bit of a mess."

Breanna grinned at me as she unlocked the door and opened it. Her free hand slid up under her dress, drawing it up before lewdly caressing her just fucked pussy. A finger slid between her still swollen labia and she brought it up, glistening it the faint light of the parking lot. "Don't worry about me...just a nasty little snack for the ride home!" She sucked her finger clean and winked at me before slipping into her car.

The young woman fired up the motor and then rolled her window down. I stepped up and bent down. "Breanna...when will I see you again?"

Breanna leaned out the window and kissed me, her tongue again sharing with me the taste of our coupling. Ending the kiss, she giggled and said, "You just never know about me, Mister Heller. I'll just show up...you never know when...or where." She playfully stuck her tongue out at me and said, "I will tell you this, teacher-love of mine...next time will be extra special...it will be a surprise!" She winked again and said, "Conserve your strength, Mister Heller, you're going to need it!"

Breanna rolled up the window and then was gone -- her little Honda racing across the lot and out of sight. It was long walk to my car, but a pleasurable one as I relived the last several minutes...again amazed at how my former student was suddenly turning my life upside down!

Again, despite constantly being distracted by thoughts of Breanna, I found that in the aftermath of our lovemaking, my mind seemed wonderfully clear and Friday and all day Saturday were very productive days as I made progress on my thesis. As the sun went down, I pushed back from my little kitchenette table, feeling some sense of accomplishment and was considering whether to go out for some Chinese takeout or order a pizza when the doorbell rang.

Immediately, I felt my heart begin to beat faster as the image of Breanna popped into my head and I hurried to open the front door only to stare in open mouth surprise. Yes, it was Breanna, looking incredibly beautiful in tight blue jeans and a very low cut and tight sweater along with her leather jacket, but...she wasn't alone. Her arm was around another young woman...shoulder length blonde ringlets framed an elfin face with a pert nose and blue eyes and moist, perfect lips. She was wearing a snugly fitting light blue sweater dress that molded itself to her very shapely body and ended at mid-thigh, accentuated by black boots...what we would have called 'go-go' boots back in earlier times. She was several inches shorter than Breanna -- maybe five foot-five inches tall, evoking a sort of erotic "Mutt and Jeff" appearance.

"Hi, Mister Heller," cooed Breanna. "You do remember Lauren?"

I'm sure my mouth opened and closed, trying to form appropriate words, but before any sounds came out, the young blonde woman squealed with glee and rushed forward to hug me, her arms reaching up around my neck to pull me against her even as she ground her lush body against me! "MISTER HELLER! I'M SO EXCITED TO SEE YOU!" she screamed into my ear with what most would view as excessive glee, but which seemed normal as memories of another former student came to the fore.

"Lauren...my goodness...Lauren. You haven't changed a bit!" I stammered, recalling the exuberant cheerleader of several years ago...always excessively cheerful and positive, greeting everyone and everything with an enthusiastic smile as if they were her most favorite person or thing in the whole wide world.

Suddenly we were all three inside with Breanna shutting the door as Lauren Cunningham hugged me again, planting a sloppy kiss on the corner of my mouth as she squealed, "I've been absolutely dying to see you since Breanna told me you were here at UK!" while her body undulated against mine.

Breanna casually shrugged off her jacket and dropped a six pack of beer on the coffee table and then inserted herself between me and Lauren, giving the shorter woman an amused glance and saying, "Pace yourself, Lauren...it's going to be a long night." Breanna turned and planted a long and passionate kiss on my lips, wetly and openly offering me her tongue and making sure the former cheerleader could see our tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths.

When we finished, Breanna's taste thick on my tongue, Lauren had backed up a few feet and was staring at us with hungry and amazed eyes. "OMIGOD!" she nearly shouted in a somehow awestruck tone. "You two are...Bree...you -- you -- you and Mister Heller..." She paused and shook her head and then began to grin at us. "Mister Heller, you really fucked Breanna Howell! OMIGOD!"

I felt myself blushing a little while Breanna untangled herself from me and went to Lauren and said, "Yes, he has, honey and if you don't pass out from all the excitement, he might fuck you too!" She kissed the blonde woman then, hard and possessively, her hands on Lauren's shoulders. Breanna ended the kiss with a playful lick of Lauren's lips and then glancing over her shoulder at me, said, "I think we all need to sit down and have a beer."

Breanna steered Lauren to the couch and then sat down, keeping a space between them open. My recent lover patted the cushion and said, "Come have a seat, Mister Heller!"

I eased between them, feeling a little shy suddenly as both women scooted towards me a little -- Breanna resting a hand possessively on my upper thigh while Lauren sat so close, I could feel her covered breast which felt substantial, brush against my arm. Breanna passed out bottles of beer and we all took a few sips, remaining silent as we looked at each other...me feeling shyer and more awkward than I had in many years while Breanna looked at me with smoky, hooded eyes and Lauren looked at both of us with something akin to child-like awe.

After a few odd minutes of tension filled silence, I managed to croak, "So...you two..." only to be interrupted as Lauren leaned forward, her hand coming to rest very close to where my semi-erection was beginning to throb.

"Omifucking God, Mister Heller, you would not believe how many of us wanted to fuck you back in High School!" She leaned forward till her face was scant inches from mine, her breasts flattening against my side and chest as she stammered, "You were...God, you were the hottest teacher we ever had. I think everyone on the basketball cheer squad masturbated to the fantasy of fucking you!" She paused to take a deep breath, her face full of earnest intent as she blurted out, "God, Mister Heller, you will fuck me, won't you?"

I turned to look at Breanna who was staring back amused. "You should kiss her now, Mister Heller...otherwise, she'll just keep talking!"

I turned back to Lauren, still trying to process the possibility of doing anything remotely sexual with another student, only to find Lauren's lips pressing against mine -- her tongue eagerly making its way into my mouth. She gave a little squeal as her tongue encountered mine and I perceived that Breanna hadn't exaggerated as Lauren truly had a serpentine tongue that seemed to curl around my own, wrapping my tongue with moist, plump flesh that seemed to taste faintly of mint.

Our arms went around each other and we hugged tightly as we kissed, tongues dancing intimately as I felt Lauren's breasts pillow against my chest...her nipples hardening to betray the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra under the thick material of the sweater. I could feel her heart, beating rapidly, providing a counterpoint of sorts to her heavy breathing. Lauren slipped a hand under my sweatshirt and caressed my chest, pausing to tease a pebbled nipple before trailing fingertips back down over my not quite flat stomach and then up and over my jeans to explore the bulge she found there, moaning her approval against my lips.

At some point, I felt weight shifting and without seeing her, realized that Breanna had left the couch and I could hear rustling on the coffee table, but Lauren's lusty mouth dominated my attention and I tried to match the almost scary energy of her snake-like tongue as we kept kissing. Finally, I felt Breanna's hand on my shoulder just before she said, "Come up for air, you two...important business first, fun later."

I broke the kiss, seeing Lauren's lower lip pooch out in a mock pout -- her eyes still bright and excited with lust. Turning, I found Breanna standing beside me...now wearing only her low cut T-shirt and a high cut pair of French bikini panties, reminding me of how splendid her long legs were. She held out to me a beer in one hand and in the other, a little orange pill. "What's this, Breanna?"

She smiled and putting one knee on the couch, leaned in to me until our faces were just inches apart. "Have to be serious for a moment, Mister Heller. Any health issues I should know about...any heart problems?" Her smile grew a little, becoming something sexy and naughty

"Um...my doctor says I need to lose ten pounds and get more exercise, but that my ticker is in tip-top condition," I said in reply. I glanced down at the pill resting on her extended fingers. "Isn't that supposed to be blue?"

Breanna looked at me with evil glee and said, "You're thinking of the standard variety...this is the new industrial strength party version. You combine this with Lauren and me and well...you are definitely going to get your exercise." She brought the pill to my lips and I let her place it on my tongue and I swallowed it with a couple of sips of my beer, followed by a cock swelling kiss from my former students -- first Breanna and then again, Lauren.

Ending the kiss, Lauren looked at me and said, "You are going to fuck me, aren't you, Mister Heller?"

I could only nod while Breanna stood up again and reaching down to Lauren, pulled the blonde woman to her feet. "Patience, sweetheart," Breanna said softly, stroking Lauren's face with her fingers. She glanced at me and said, "First we need to let the magic pill get into his system, so..." Breanna's hand slipped down and cupped Lauren's sweater covered tit. "Maybe you and I should give Mister Heller a little show and...get ourselves a little hot and bothered in the process!"

Lauren giggled and looked at me -- her face blushing as Breanna casually reached down and tugged the sweater dress upwards and over the blonde girl's head, leaving her wearing only her go-go boots and a blue g-string. Her breasts were...magnificent...not nearly as big as Breanna's, but on her smaller body seeming huge...round and perfect, long dime sized nipples engorged with blood in her arousal. She shifted nervously on her feet, hands fluttering as if wanting to hide her nakedness as her face grew bright red. I found her sudden modesty both charming and erotic.

Suddenly, I realized that the coffee table had been pushed away from the couch and that Breanna had retrieved a quilt from by bed and had spread it out on the floor. Kneeling on the edge of the quilted blanket, Breanna faced Lauren and helped her pull off her boots, revealing small, dainty feet with pink painted toenails. "Lauren, why don't you help Mister Heller get a little...comfortable." Breanna practically purred.

Lauren giggled and came over, her breasts hanging provocatively as she bent over me and expertly undid my belt and began tugging my jeans off me, pausing only to hook her fingertips under the waistband of my shorts and pull them down too as I lifted my hips so she could finish her effort, smiling nastily at me as she casually tossed my clothes away. Then her eyes focused on my erection, sprouting out of my pubic hair and she reached out to grab it with one hand.

"Mister Heller...OMIGOD...I'm holding my teacher's big dick in my hand!" Lauren looked at it and then up into my face with unadulterated lust and groaned. "I want this inside me...NOW!"

I thought she was going to climb into my lap there and then, but Breanna reached out with a finger extended and hooked it through the waistband of Lauren's g-string and pulled her back...making the blonde woman gasp as she experienced a bit of what I assumed was a pleasurable wedgie. "Lauren, I said we need to give Mister Heller a little time," she said in a mocking but stern voice. She turned Lauren around and brought her to her knees, still taller than her, but closer now to being face to face. "Besides, you know I have what you need."

Lauren purred and giving me a momentary glance to confirm I was watching, replied, "Fuck yes...you do, don't you?" The two women kissed...a long and unhurried kiss between two very familiar lovers. I watched with pure awe -- not quite believing that two of my former students were locked in a Sapphic kiss -- their tongues making love as their hands roamed over each others bodies. My cock throbbed at the erotic sight, almost slapping my belly, it was becoming so hard.

When the kiss ended, both woman were panting with excitement and Lauren roughly pulled Breanna's shirt off over her head, freeing her lovely breasts and then the young blonde ducked her head down and began tonguing Breanna's swollen nipples. My lover looked over at me and in a breathy voice, "Y'know...it was the beginning of our sophomore year here at UK that we ran into each other the first day of American Lit...and afterwards, we went off for coffee and..." Breanna laughed, a deep, throaty laugh of the kind that made you feel good. "Y'know...God knows I had the rep back in Jonasville as a weird, semi-dyke Goth slut, but who the hell knew that a cute little cheerleader was a bigger lesbo than I was?"

Lauren came up quick and kissed Breanna hard and quick, nipping at her lower lip. "What she means, Mister Heller, is that I made a pass at her first!" Her hand slipped under Breanna's panties, making the dark haired girl moan. Lauren wriggled her hand around in Breanna's crotch and said, "And who the hell knew that the naughty Goth slut had for years had a secret crush on the cheerleader?"

Breanna kissed the blonde girl again and muttered, "Bitch," as she thrust her hand into the crotch of Lauren's panties.

Lauren's head fell back as Breanna's fingers found their way into her pussy, purring, "Slut!" Then Breanna was pushing her onto her back, fingers emerging wet and shiny to roughly tug Lauren's panties off, leaving her naked on my living room floor. Lauren was, three years past High School, still in possession of a cheerleader's body -- legs and arms still athletically muscled...her skin sporting a slowly fading summer tan. As she parted her legs as Breanna playfully tossed the blonde's panties my way, I could see soft, whitish tufts of pubic hair vainly concealing her wet pussy and confirming that she was a true blonde.

Lauren let out a soulful cry as Breanna buried her head between the cheerleader's thighs, her tongue lashing and spreading the wet, slick lips to reveal glistening pink cunt flesh. The young blonde woman writhed under Breanna's talented mouth for several minutes while I resisted the ever growing urge to masturbate...precum dripping from the tip of my aching cock.

Suddenly, in the middle of what I assumed was a bout of orgasmic ecstasy, Lauren leapt up onto her knees, kissing Breanna's pussy drenched lips before the two women seemed to aggressively wrestle for several moments -- both struggling for some kind of dominance in the midst of making love. Youthful, firm breasts were sucked and nibbled on...pussies were fingered, passionate kisses exchanged and then Breanna was on her back with Lauren between her long, askew legs, holding Breanna's panties up in triumph.

Now it was Lauren's turn to lick the other woman's wet cunt and she dove in, sparing me a naughty glance and gasping, "God, Mister Heller...I do love a hairy pussy, don't you?" before slithering her tongue between Breanna's labia, making the dark haired girl hoot and grunt as she added fingers below her long, probing tongue with the knowledge of a long time lover. It was a carnal wonder to watch Breanna squirm and buck, completely at the mercies of Lauren who tortured her so sweetly with her long, snaky tongue.

It didn't take long for Breanna to start making moaning noises that I was coming to recognize as omen of impending orgasm, but even so, I was stunned when she suddenly bucked her pussy up against Lauren's face as her cunt seemed to spasm and then ejaculate pussy juice into the cheerleader's face. In all my life, I'd never actually see a woman orgasm so hard that she actually ejaculated her creams and it was everything I could do to not cum at that moment.

In the waning moments of Breanna's orgasm, Lauren sat up, laughing child-like with sheer pleasure, her face literally dripping with Breanna's juices. Breanna used the respite to renew the wrestling match, kissing the blonde haired woman hungrily, smearing her own creamy goodness on her face before the two fell into a sixty-nine with Lauren on top, her body stretching sinuously like a jungle cat's as the two women pleasured each other.

As my own need to orgasm receded (just barely), I became aware of the sweet and pungent scent of pussy filling the air, making my nostrils flare and my pulse quicken at the carnal scent. My erection was throbbing, my cock actually waving and slapping my stomach, demanding attention. I focused on the two lovely girls, tonguing each other and fingering each other, muffled cries rising with each passing moment until finally they exploded together, screaming as they hung on to each other in the storm of orgasm.

Lauren collapsed on top of Breanna, her face nuzzling the other woman's wet pussy, soaking her face in Breanna's hot and creamy juices. For a few seconds, there was little noise except for three people breathing hard and maybe my heart beating madly with excitement...my two former students' naked bodies entangled after making love was a rare erotic sight.

"I think..."Breanna wheezed. "I think we need to give Mister Heller a little relief, baby!"

Lauren raised her head up, blonde curls damp with sweat and pussy and grinned. "About fucking time, Bree!" she moaned as she slithered off the dark headed girl's body and crawled towards me on all fours. She licked her lips in a lascivious manner as she approached me. "I want to suck Mister Heller's cock!"

As Breanna laughed and rolled over to come up on her hands and knees, Lauren reached me, her hand shooting out to wrap fingers around my cock as she levered herself up and planted a wet, messy kiss on my lips, her tongue and mouth sharing with me the sweet taste of Breanna's wet cunt. Lauren broke the kiss after a few long moments and said, "Did you ever fantasize about me doing this to you, Mister Heller?" as she eased herself down and took me into her mouth.

"Yessssssss!" I groaned, both replying to her question and signifying my approval of how good my cock felt in the young blonde's mouth. Lauren looked up at me with her big blue eyes as her cheeks hollowed while she slowly slid her lips up and down my erection, her tongue doing almost supernatural things as it slithered over my shaft and seemingly encircled my swollen head.

Breanna knelt beside her, her eyes shifting back and forth between the cock sucking Lauren and my face watching us with lust and envy and not a small amount of amusement. She eventually leaned in and ran her tongue over my saliva coated shaft and then her and Lauren's lips met -- converging over the tip of my cock and I nearly exploded at the sensation of having not one, but two young women's tongues pleasuring me.

Then Breanna was climbing up on the couch, kneeling next to me and kissing me -- almost startling me with the taste of Lauren's wet pussy still on her lips and tongue...sweet and powerful, yet different from Breanna's own taste. When she released me from her lusty kiss, she whispered, "Now, Mister Heller, you have a big decision to make." Breanna had a broad, naughty smile on her face.

"Oh yeah?" I gasped as Lauren sucked me hungrily.

Breanna nodded and said, "Now, Lauren here is a champion cock sucker...I think that they learn that at Cheerleader camp along with everything else. You're maybe a minute or two from cumming...the question is, do you want to cum in Lauren's mouth or on her face?"

Even in the middle of having my ex student -- the blonde cheerleader -- masterfully licking and sucking my cock like a dream come true, Breanna's statement made me moan in surprise. Breanna leaned in closer, her lips almost touching mine and said softly, "It's okay to cum on her face...Lauren likes it and lets be honest..." Breanna gave me a conspiratorial wink. "There's not a red-blooded American male alive that doesn't want to cum on a cute, blonde cheerleader's face."

Breanna's words alone did the trick and I cried out as the floodgates shattered and I cried out, "CUMMMINGGGG!" Lauren deftly had me out of her mouth, thumb and forefinger around the base of my shaft and stroking me as the first hard spurts of hot semen exploded from my cock and splattered her face.

"YES, MISTER HELLER! SPERM MY FACE!" Lauren squealed as she stroked me, spurring on ejaculation after ejaculation of jets of thick, whitish sperm that showered her forehead, splashed across her nose and cheeks, and covered her lips and chin. She laughed like a little girl having a birthday party as for a few moments, I wondered if I would keep cumming like that all night.

Breanna giggled and kissed me and said, "And here is the best part!" before slipping off the couch to kneel at Lauren's side, her hands holding the blonde girl's face firmly as she began licking my semen off her face, smearing my thick heavy blobs of seed over Lauren's lips as she would pause to kiss her sloppily now and again.

Breanna licked Lauren's face clean and then as both cast sly glances my way, kissed, making sure I could see their tongues swapping my semen back and forth between them. My cock which had slowly begun to flag after climax rose again and I was amazed as it nearly slapped my stomach, stimulated by their lewd display of lovely lust and no doubt by the magic of chemistry and by my own suddenly tremendous lust. "Ladies, let's go to bed...now!" I said solemnly in my best stern teacher voice.

Breanna giggled and Lauren stared at me wide-eyed as she shivered, naked before me. "Oh God, Mister Heller...you doing that teacher thing with your voice just made me cum!"

Then we were tumbling about on the bed, both girls playfully wrestling with me as I stole kisses from each of them, my hands finding breasts -- delighting in the difference between Breanna's larger and firm breasts and Lauren's also substantial and perky tits. I allowed them to roll me on my back -- one kissing me and then the other. Then Breanna kissed her way down my body and slipped my erect cock into her wet, warm mouth while Lauren climbed onto my chest and squirmed forward until my tongue was buried in her slick, sparsely haired pussy -- her juices pouring into my open mouth, spurred on by my tongue busy exploring her silken and creamy depths...savoring the taste of the young cheerleader's cunt.​