I then turned my head and groaned, as we got into our wild student/Principal kiss. Once Mr. Jeffers cooled down for a second, he grabbed that monster ...cock again and fed it back into my stretched out pussy. We picked up or fucking action and he began moving to the front edge of the chair.As I was enjoying the indescribable feeling of fucking up and down on his huge cock, he moved off the edge of the sofa and began fucking into me like crazy. I was screaming out of sheer pain, from being. Her pussy was running with her juices, creating a small pool on the chair. I slid my tongue into her pussy, but it was still extra sensitive after her orgasm, so sensitive that she couldn't handle me touching her clit. I stood up and showed her my bulging cock, still in boxers. I took it out and started stroking it right in front of her face, just far enough away so she couldn't reach it with her mouth. I decided then that I would tease her with the tip of my cock. I pushed her thighs even. I don’t even remember enjoying sex with him. I must have at some point. But nothing like I felt last week.”She could sense the dampness growing between her legs. She was certainly more aroused now than she was with her husband. Her inner voice argued, “Slut. You deserve satisfaction. You are such a sinner. If my husband took care of me, I’d never feel this like this. Whore. It’s natural. What have you become.” She wanted to touch herself, but she always felt so dirty when she did. Besides, she. My cock, still hard felt natural to be laid down flatagainst my thigh."Hmm," I thought, "must be the side effect of the bliss pill workingwith the testosterone." I continued to masturbate and came intenselyand quickly. Not even close to the intensity of having a cunt, butstill satisfying. My spent cock flopped down and began to deflate as anormal male. Things were "almost" back to normal I mused and went tobed happy. I awoke the next morning to find that the testosteroneeffect had not been.