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'Oh my God, He was jacking off into my skirt while he was on the phone earlier!' The thought sends Joey over the edge and he starts to come, his balls tightening and his cock flaring as the first spurt of come fires up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan's chin, cheek, and chest. Shaking and sweating indian as the next burst hits his teacher on the chest, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the full length of cock, his ass muscles squeezing his colon in rhythmic waves as his body rests, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan's chest. The next half dozen spurts of come shoot between Mr. Brennan's hairy stomach and Joey's heaving chest. Smiling at the top of Joey's bobtailed head, he lefts the seniors limp form and moves him onto the woodpress, his 8.5" cock wedged firmly in Joey's still flexing asshole. Satisfied that his fuckboi is steady, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his large fuckstick into Joey's bowels to the hilt with every thrust as Joey's legs wrapped themselves around his hips and tightened. Whimpers came from around the edges of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey's mouth as the slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh echoed around the shopclass, Mr. Brennan's grunts softly making a counterpoint to each mewl and squeal. As the wooden legs of the woodpress began to rock ever so slightly from the force of the shop teacher's fucking, Joey's toes curled and his back arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to land on his own face, hot and sticky. Grunts and half-muffled screams sounded from the skirt-stuffed mouth of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom. The contractions from Joey's asshole were too much for Mr. Brennan, whose dick suddenly swelled and erupted, sending millions of sperm deep into Joey's ass as Mr. Brennan held their hips together, leaned down, and began to kiss and suck Joey's face, slurping up the boys come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torsos with even more of the sticky white substance. They pressed themselves together for what felt like an eternity but was actually closer to several minutes before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan's cock as it slid out of Joey's asshole sounding like a cork going off. They both looked at each other and then laughed at the absurdity of the noise and their position, Mr. Brennan moving towards the cleanup station and throwing Joey a washrag before cleaning himself up desi with another, then moving to the woodpress and using a fresh handtowel to wipe it down. Getting dressed, Mr. Brennan handed Joey his cheerleader uniform and escorted him out of the building and to their respective cars, Joey hoping behind the wheel of his '96 Honda Civic and winking at Mr. Brennan before screeching off towards home. As Joey turned out of the parking lot and onto the road home, his cell rang again, the 8-bit sounds barely audible over Portishead's Glory Box playing over the sound system. "Heya!" Joey exclaimed into the mouthpiece as he answered the phone. A rough voice came from the earpiece, distorted somewhat, "I saw you and Mr. Brennan today. If you don't want anyone to know about you and he, come to the Oyster Bar alone, tomorrow at midnight. Wear your cheer outfit." The mysterious man hung up, leaving Joey breathless. 'Who was this guy? What did he expect him to do? And the Oyster Bar? Wasn't that the local gay club?' A smile played across Joey's lips as the thought of what was in store for him tomorrow night sent a thrill of pleasure down his spine. 'Well, let's see where this takes me...' To Be Continued... So a little bit about me, Today, I'm a 41 year old mortician / funeral director with children that operates our family's Mortuary and cemetery. I'm 5 foot 7, approximately 114 pounds with long raven black hair and glasses, I'm married in a polygamist marriage ( not Mormon ). I have two sister wives Toni that's a year younger than me and she is also my biological sister. And strangely enough, he was having a mild hard-on. As time went on, I’d dress up completely in Karen’s clothes for my self-abuse sessions, and even left them on after I’d cum. He trapped it under his fingers, crushing it into the fat folds of hot pussy. “Well,” Lucilla smiled, “are you just going to look at it?” Because of the time difference I asked Dong if it would be okay to leave it until late in the afternoon. My ravished fuck tunnel gaped obscenely, stretched and battered, oozing a river of female juices. Erin found that somewhat annoying that so much depended on looks, but hey, it came with the job. She struggles to push her tight fitting jeans desi down past her crotch. I again said our briefs. Well how about half and half I want to Kayla's eyes were like glittery emeralds as she processed this information. “Report what?” “Oh, that feels good.” Susan smiled and said, "Put that pretty mouth to work slut. I was put on the B team while on suspension. I look like I’m circumcised and I almost laugh at that. I thrust my tongue into her mouth while my son pumped away at my pussy. “Mmmhmmm, you know I’m talking about you right?” She asked making me kind of laugh. What happened next gave me and boost in confidence because I thought it was all over. 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