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Jill loved being the guest star, the three in a threesome. She loved the notion of somehow stealing the husband of the woman whose cunt she was licking. The idea was as horny as the physical reality. They’d break their wedding vows, be unfaithful and cheat just to have her. She was the object of desire, she was the siren and the centre of attention.

The wife sat naked on the couch with her legs wide open, Jill kneeling between her thighs lapping at her welcoming cunt, sucking her clitoris, fingers teasing her entrance. Oral sex from another woman was so good and when she looked up she saw her husband with a fabulous hard-on. She knew it thrilled him to watch her taking sapphic pleasure and she knew the deviant joy she’d feel when her husband entered the woman at her feet. Claiming her, taking her, fucking her. She reached down and her fingers laced into Jill’s blonde hair, she pulled her into her sex and Jill responded with a poking tongue to fuck her.

The headmaster knew how to savour these pleasures, how to take each tiny moment and squeeze erotic bliss from it. He knelt between Jill’s legs, his hands came to the fleshy inner thigh above her stocking tops and he stroked her. Her peach glistened with love juice and his wife’s saliva and he knew he would enter her easily, unopposed, welcomed, but not yet. His right hand came between Jill’s legs and he cupped her mound, feeling and massaging her whole vulva. He imagined entering, invading her palace and his cock spasmed at the prospect of a long-awaited pleasure.

Jill was floating, a hand warmed and caressed her sex and her mouth enveloped a moist and salty cunt, her hands spreading the labia to reveal its treasures. Soon he would impale her, soon he would invade and fill her, soon her craving for penetration would be sated. The hand withdrew and was replaced by the glans of a hard phallus. He pushed and in one smooth motion, he sank his entire length into Jill’s hungry cunt.

“Oh my God,” came from her. She knew the size of him, the girth. She’d seen it and felt it and sucked it but now, as he impaled her, she’d never felt so full of cock.

“Fuck her David,” the wife said as the headmaster held Jill by the waist and pulled back for a second stroke. He looked up and met his wife’s eyes, she grinned and enjoyed the moment, “fuck her like a whore.” David grunted and he pulled hard on Jill’s hips as he thrust into her. A squeal came from the blonde as she was transported. Now she was his fuck toy, invaded, trapped, surrendered. On her knees, the headmaster of her son’s school forcing his massive manhood into her, his wife’s cunt in her face. The idea was intoxicating, the physical reality had her sex drunk on endorphins and adrenaline.

David started to bang the frail woman and his rhythm translated through her whole skinny body, through her tongue into his wife’s pink and fleshy cunt. In his mind, he was fucking them both. Primal, animal sounds came from Jill, almost in harmony with the long moans escaping his wife. A song of sex. The wife was masturbating, two stiff fingers working her clit and when she climaxed a squirt of urine filled Jill’s mouth, now she was a whore, now she was used and pissed on. The wife pulled back away from Jill to enjoy her orgasm and the sex show before her. Jill, her long term friend being smashed by her loving husband. The thrill was outrageous and immense.

David banged into Jill harder and harder grunting and growling, it was wrong to fuck her and that made it all the more fabulous. Jill felt him harden and she squeezed the vaginal canal to please him, he thrust in and held there, his whole body tensed and he erupted.

David held Jill by the waist for a long moment after his climax then he very slowly withdrew. The hot mass of cum against her cervix was partially sucked out by his motion and she felt the warmth along the length of her canal. Slowly, she stood and came to the wife on the couch. She hooked a leg over her torso and brought her vulva to the woman’s mouth, she grinned,

“Your husband gave me something for you,” the wife opened and laid out her flat tongue to receive, Jill squeezed and sticky globs of fresh, hot cum drizzled from her. After a moment she lowered herself and brought her wet quim onto the wife’s mouth,

“Love me.” She felt the lapping tongue explore her, she leaned forward to rub her clit on the wife’s upper lip then she slowly fucked her face until she too reached climax. She let out a long sigh and grinned like a Cheshire cat. The Headmaster was pouring wine as Jill dismounted the wife who sat up and reached for a box of tissues. Jill stood and took a cigarette onto the balcony that overlooked the playing fields. The Headmaster came with a glass for her

“Wow Jill, you’re just amazing.” She smiled at him. She looked good standing naked in holdups and heels with a glass and a smoke. She was thirty five and had two kids so she didn’t have the body of a supermodel but she was slim, curvy in the right places, her tits were still firm. She took a sip, pulled on the cigarette and gazed out over the manicured pitches. How different it had been when she’d met the Headmaster in his office a month ago.

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