" She looked up at me.David drove Marie to the airport to catch her flight, promising to return for bar-b-cue later that evening. I found my lover in ...the bedroom, showered and dressing. On warm weekends she often wore just a T-shirt and panties around the house. I watched as she slipped a very sheer cami on and tried to decide on which panties to wear. Finally she turned, her cami came down to just below her navel and her dark nipples resembled Hershey's kisses. Her gorgeous swollen pussy. It tasted better than it looked, at least. And the sliced banana on it was okay too. I guess. And the pint of dilute juice.While that worked its healing magic the girls went off to play basketball for the morning. Then after lunch (nut salad, if you were wondering) the girls tempted me up to Lucie’s room and took off all their clothes. Their three naked bodies were all over mine and my manhood rose valiantly to the challenge.It was Brooke’s turn first. Once again I eased my throbbing cock into. “I don’t quite understand,” I type slowly. “Why?”“Because I said so!” he snaps. “Besides, good girls get rewards.” Now I am VERY interested. What did he mean by rewards? Could he help me with my writing? Or making food? Or… other things?I reluctantly say “Ok… sir…” I want to appease him. “Good girl. Always call me ‘Sir’. So you want to know what I make girls do?”“Yes!” I’m riveted.“Yes what?”“Uhh, yes sir?”“Good girl. I cuff their hands behind their backs and make them kneel to. I forced the toy deeper inside me as my imagination ran wild. Faster and faster, I fucked my self. The harder and faster I went, the more I wanted him. I finally cried out with my orgasm, but I didn’t stop until I imagined him cumming deep inside me. It was final: I wanted to fuck my teacher. But I knew I couldn’t do it and it made me want him more.The routine continued that way for quite some time. I would sit through every class writhing in my seat, wanting more from my teacher than I could.