It was a big, long squirt, she knew now she needed this dirtiness for real. She needed to become Sir's slut.Miss Jones put on a short sexy black dress... for her husband. She wanted him to fuck her downstairs, not just in bed. She would not ask, if he didn't she would fuck the Headmaster instead.Miss Jones realised her panties were wet again. Being a slut excited her. Being a slut and a dutifully married woman made her constantly horny.Miss Jones' mind was made up. She needed to be a slut with her. We met through a mutual friend when she was a freshmen and I a sophomore. We would sit together at lunch and she would buy weed from me on occasion, which is how our friendship grew. One weekend our friend was throwing a party and invited both of us to go. At the time I didnt think anything of her, I was young and somewhat naive when it came to being able to read when a girl is attracted to me.The weekend comes along and the party consists of 6 of us all too young to buy alcohol. We end up with. .a 3 inch wide black studded pvc one with wicked looking sharp silver spikes on it!Her make-up was the heaviest black I'd ever seen her wear. And she usually wears a lot! Thickblack eyeliner, heaps of black mascara, bright pink shiny fluorescent lipstick and lots of rouge onher cheekbones. She looked as tarty as I've ever seen any woman look. I had a huge stiffy which shejust casually brushed with her hand and said “Come on Tony, you're meant to be giving me a rideinto town. How are you gonna. "Look at all that thick cum that horny Daddy sprayed into me, lick it all baby, suck it all out of me, I'm all hot and juicy, just for you" Sarah crooned. Sarah had lowered herself to just an inch above Jessie, and I saw Jessie's tongue slip out, and she ran her tongue along the sexy crevice of Sarah's lips, she pulled down on her hips, and Sarah settled down with a grunt of pleasure, and I could imagine the thick gush of our combined juices filling Jessie's mouth. I quickly got between.