Her pussy grip on my cock got even tighter as she continued, her tits bouncing in my face and a few seconds later her pussy was milking my cock as I sprayed my hot seed inside my fantasy teacher.
“Hmmmmm,” she moaned smiling, sensing she was in control of the situation, and of me. I didn’t think she was right, but I couldn’t guarantee it. Her physical and psychological appeal was formidable.
She got off me leaving me wanting more, walked over to my Mom and ordered, “On your knees, slut.”
I watched as Mom dropped to her knees.
“Want to taste my pussy filled with your son’s cum?” Ellie asked.
Mom admitted, hungry as hell, “God, yes.”
“Lick away slut, while we re-establish your proper place between your Mistress’ legs,” Ellie ordered, a glow on her face that showed how happy she was about finally getting my Mother back.
I watched as Mom leaned forward and licked my cum from Ellie, who looked particularly imposing as she towered above her slut.
I was torn away from one lesbian scene to another as Miranda screamed, “Fuuuuuuck, I’m coming, you little sluuuuuuuuut.”
I turned to watch Miranda pull Brittany’s face deep into her flooding cunt, covering the bride-to-be’s face with an amazing amount of pussy juice. Miranda, attempting to humiliate Brittany as much as possible, began moving her hips up and down, washing Brittany’s face in her flooding cum juice.
Thankfully I was eighteen and my just-fucked cock was already ready for round two. I stood up and raised the white bridal dress to see that the slutty little bride was sans panties and was wearing a white garter-belt and stockings.
Brittany tightened her ass cheeks as I moved behind her.
Miranda advised, letting go of Brittany’s face, “I’d relax my butt hole if I were you. Curtis’s cock is substantially bigger than that piece of shit you’re about to marry.”
Brittany looked back, her make-up a mess and her face shiny. “Please fuck my cunt.”
“As you wish,” I obliged, ignoring Ellie’s instruction to me and sliding easily into her drenched cunt. “Holy shit is her cunt soaked, Miranda.”
“Is that so?” Miranda asked. “Did licking your husband-to-be’s ex-girlfriend’s cunt get you off, Brittany?”
“Y-y-yes,” she stammered, ashamed and already moaning as I slammed into her from behind.
“You know you are fucking another of my boyfriends,” Miranda pointed out.
“S-s-sorry,” she whimpered, as my cock filled her completely.
“It’s ok,” Miranda shrugged, “I’m sure Curtis won’t mind fucking you anytime you want a real cock.”
“T-t-thank you, Mistress,” Brittany replied, which surprised both of us.
Ellie explained, “She is my gift to you since you are returning my slut to me. Going forward she’ll do whatever you say and love it.”
“Is that right, Brittany, you’ll do anything I say?”
“Yes Mistress, anything!” Brittany replied earnestly as I began sliding my cock, still particularly sensitive from cumming in Ellie, in and out of her wet, warm sheath.
“Isn’t that thoughtful?” Miranda smiled as she turned to watch her own Mistress eagerly licking Ellie’s pussy.