Fucking my married Professor- 3

Emma whimpered sweetly into my mouth as she rode him harder, her small hips rolling with growing confidence. The wet, rhythmic sound of her tight pussy sliding up and down Kane’s thick cock filled the office. Kane groaned deeply beneath me, the low vibration traveling straight through his tongue and into my core, making my clit throb.

He pushed two thick fingers into my dripping pussy while his tongue delved deeper, fucking my ass with wet, filthy strokes that had me gasping. The dual sensation, his fingers curling against my G-spot while his tongue worked my tightest hole leaving me trembling.

“I want you to breed us both,” I gasped loud enough for him to hear, my voice husky and broken. “Pump us full like your virtuous little wife never lets you. Make us swell with your baby while she stays pure and clueless at home, cooking your dinner and folding your shirts.”

Kane’s hips bucked up violently into Emma, making her cry out. He pulled his tongue back just long enough to growl, voice rough and dangerous, “Fuck… you filthy, perfect girls. I’m going to fill every single hole and breed you both until you’re leaking me for days.”

The raw hunger in his words sent a fresh gush of arousal down my thighs.

I lifted off his face, turning around so I could watch Emma’s face as I spoke. “Take my ass first, Professor. Show sweet little Emma how a real bad girl takes it all.”

He positioned me on all fours right beside Emma on the wide couch. His broad, slick cockhead, still shiny with her juices and pressed insistently against my tight asshole. He worked it in slowly, patiently, one big hand stroking my back as the thick head popped past my ring of muscle. The burn was sharp at first, but it melted into the most intense, overwhelming fullness as he sank inch after thick inch deeper. I cried out in pleasure, pushing back greedily until his hips met my ass cheeks and he was buried to the hilt.

“Oh god… so fucking full,” I moaned, voice shaking. “Fuck my ass while your wife thinks you’re just grading papers like a good husband.”

He started thrusting in deep, steady strokes that made my heavy breasts sway beneath me. The stretch was exquisite, every drag of his thick cock sending sparks of dark pleasure through my body. Emma watched wide-eyed, her own hand between her legs, fingers circling her clit as she bit her lip.

I reached for her, pulling her closer into a deep, sloppy kiss. Our tongues tangled messily while Kane fucked my ass with increasing rhythm. I slipped my hand down to rub her swollen clit, matching the pace of his thrusts. She moaned into my mouth, hips jerking against my fingers.

After several long, intense minutes of him pounding my ass, Kane pulled out slowly, his cock glistening. He gently bent Emma over the arm of the couch, her perky little ass presented so innocently.

“Your turn to feel it, good girl,” he murmured, voice velvet and sin.

I helped guide him, rubbing her clit in firm, soothing circles the entire time. “Relax, baby. Breathe for us. Let the Professor stretch that tight virgin ass. You’re going to love it, I promise.”

Kane pushed in slowly, praising her constantly in that deep, authoritative tone “That’s it, Emma… such a good girl taking me… so tight and perfect.” Emma sobbed with overwhelming pleasure-pain as he claimed her ass inch by inch, her body shaking. I kissed her neck, played with her sensitive nipples, and rubbed her clit faster until the pain melted into pure bliss. She came hard from the anal alone, her whole body convulsing violently, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her first anal orgasm ripped through her.

We didn’t stop. We changed again,Kane sat up on the couch. Emma straddled him facing me, sinking down onto his thick cock in her pussy with a long, shuddering moan. I straddled his face once more, this time facing her completely. As Emma began riding his shaft with growing confidence, I ground my soaked pussy and ass against his eager mouth. We kissed sloppily, breasts pressed tightly together, nipples rubbing, while Kane devoured me below tongue and fingers everywhere.

“Breed her,” I demanded breathlessly between deep, wet kisses. “Fill Emma’s innocent little womb. Knock up your shy student while your virtuous wife cooks dinner for you tonight, none the wiser.”

Kane’s thrusts grew feral beneath us. “Yes… fuck yes. I’m going to breed both my naughty girls. Pump you so full it leaks down your thighs for days. No one will ever know who put those babies in you.”

Emma came again, screaming her pleasure into my mouth, her body clamping down around him. I followed right after, soaking Kane’s face and tongue as waves of ecstasy crashed through me. He roared and buried himself as deep as possible in Emma, flooding her pussy with hot, thick ropes of cum.

But he wasn’t finished with me.

He pulled me off his face, bent me over the couch beside Emma, and slammed back into my ass in one powerful thrust. The filthy stretch after watching him breed her pushed me straight into another orgasm. “Take it,” he growled, voice wrecked. “Take my seed in your dirty little ass, you filthy girl.”

He came hard a second time, pulsing deep inside me, filling my ass with the rest of his load. The feeling of being so thoroughly used and claimed left me trembling and blissed out.

We collapsed together in a sweaty, cum-covered tangle on the couch, bodies slick and marked. Emma looked thoroughly ruined, her glasses fogged, hair wild, thighs quivering, asatisfied smile on her flushed face as Kane’s cum slowly leaked from both her holes. I felt wonderfully wrecked too, my ass tender and full, pussy still pulsing, skin covered in bites and fingerprints. This was the best sex I've had in months.