Jennifer White

Ms. White’s heard every locker-room brag on campus. Big talk, bigger egos. Today, though, the last class thins out and two stragglers stay for make-up work. The older one, still on the eternal-rewind plan, starts coaching the shiny new 18-year-old like some all-knowing mentor. She finally snaps. “Boys, what the hell do you think you got that could make me look twice?” They answer with action—pants drop, and out swing two hefty, dark snakes that thud against thighs thick as her wrist. Her breath hitches, nipples spike hard under her blouse. Years of restraint melt in an instant. She drops to her knees, hair falling into her eyes, and engulfs the first heavy cock. Wet gagging echoes off the desks as she force-feeds herself until spit strings drip from her chin. The younger guy, never been inside a woman, lines up behind her, rims her wet slit once, then rams the whole relentless length inside. Her cunt takes him in thick, noisy slams; every stroke flattens her folds and pops right against the seal of her cervix. She grunts into the dick down her throat like a dripping drumbeat. They rotate. Every time she sucks one clean the other pounds her again. Cum begins boiling fast inside her. Soon her legs shake so hard the desk moves, but they keep driving deeper. When her orgasm clamps down, it coats their shafts in creamy girl-slick and sets off theirs. The older student slams full depth and fires a blistering load straight past her cervix; she feels every twitching spurt fill her womb until it backflows. The freshman yanks free, jerks once, twice, and blasts a white-hot mask across her flushed face, ropes stringing through lashes and lips. She collapses on the desk breathing like she just ran a marathon, glazed, stretched, and grinning like a bitch that just discovered her new religion.