Community Service Pt.5 (Patreon)

Hi everyone!

This is the latest chapter in the 'Community Service' series, in which Zack is back in the classroom, and what's worse, he's arriving ten minutes late.... and will things come to a head between him, Peach and P?

The next story will probably be a 'Futa cucks the boyfriend' resolution!

       Enjoy Magdalene's classroom shenanigans!

                   TSG123 x

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Zack tore through the door of the community service centre, and all his previous worries were suddenly playing second fiddle to the new fear that clouded his mind as he processed the sight of Magdalene, naked from the waist down and bent over the desk, two gigantic testicles swinging between her legs in front of a young man’s red-raw butt-cheeks. The boy’s legs were in the air, spasming as she pounded his asshole.

Her knuckles were white, clamped on his ankles, and it took a few mighty, desk-shaking thrusts for her to realise the door had opened, the grunting that had been emanating from her belly falling silent, and when she turned it was with a fury that chilled Zack to his bones.

Another surge of fear presented itself as he looked left and twenty pairs of hungry eyes, and six scared rabbits, snapped to him.

“Oh…”

He could see P giving him a wide-eyed look and, a few rows back, Peach’s smile, bursting the small balloon of hope that barely had time to inflate.

“Class…. I… See we have a latecomer.”

Their smiles were like hyenas, and Zack had a sudden thought that he should run whilst he still had the chance. But then, prison wouldn’t be for just two hours a week…

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

The boy folded in half beneath Magdalene let out a moan as something in him was stimulated too loud to contain, and he recognised the voice as belonging to Mark, the boy that Magdalene had been so enamoured with in the previous class, his legs beginning to shake in her fists, long red nails making them seem like talons wrapped around his ankles.

She groaned, and at first the boy’s pleasured moans seemed to placate her, but the zeal in her tone was sharp.

“You will be the next volunteer…. I think we will pick… two girls for this next action…”

P and Peach were up before anyone could raise their hands.

“Hmm.. It seems you have fans.…!”

In a most intimidating sight, Magdalene began to pull herself out of the boy, and his squeals as the biggest cock Zack had ever seen began to appear made it seem even scarier, drool and cum hanging from it like a ship that had been pulled out of the water after years at sea, veins so thick he wondered how her heart managed to pump blood through them, criss-crossing canals of blue over steal tendons that looked strong enough to hold up a suspension bridge as the vessel eventually reached its end.

Even though he had seen it before it still scared him. It must have been eleven inches before the head.

He winced as the mushroom caught on the young man’s rim, so widened it seemed almost grotesque, and the boy’s hands clutched the sides of the desk, a final high-pitched whimper accompanying a sucking, plunger sound as the cock finally popped free.

*Schhlleeuuuuk- POP*

Zack could almost feel the heat on his face as cum poured from the boy like his entire torso was filled with it, ten normal ballsacks-worth of nut cream that formed a cum waterfall onto the classroom floor.

The tangy smell hit a few seconds later, and what should have been disgust was instead replaced by light-headedness, saliva filling his mouth as he tried not to look at the distended belly of the boy on the desk returning to its original slimness, the geyser spraying Magdalene’s cream out of the widened hole.

The boy seemed almost comatose after his utter ransacking.

The culprit turned to him, her submarine hanging in the air, drooping under its own weight as she stuck her chest and hips out.

“Girls, it’s time to see if we learned anything from… from last time.”

She pulled a few tissues from a box on the desk and began to pat her forehead, before using them to wipe the glistening flesh of her cock.

“I want to see if you learned about connection, and attraction….. So why don’t you three create a little scenario, and depending on who elicits the most affection, to the winner the spoils!”

She leaned into Zack with a kinder expression.

“…And don’t think that you need to choose just one dear. Why, if you feel it you can ask all the girls in this class!”

Her eyes became predatory as she began to gaze out over the crowd, hovering on the four or five young men who were in various states of confusion or shaking.

“……I don’t think we’ve ever had a boy brave enough to take on more than two of the fine young ladies here in class at the same time… Well, consensually….. Perhaps today is the day….”

Her eyes lingered on a particularly soft-eyed young man, who might have possessed the prettiest features on a man that Zack had ever seen. It was almost alarming, and he had to wrestle with the fact that this was in fact a boy, long hair unfurled towards the floor, lips plump and engaged in a permanent soft pout, eyes bright blue and glassy.

“…. Huh Jessie?”

Zack knew immediately that Jessie was in trouble.

Two black girls to the left of his slender shoulders were already squeezing their desks closer, the long braids from the nearest whipping his arm whenever she twisted her head. They nattered to each other, both sporting tank tops clamped on impressive tits over wide hips, the second girl running a purple nail well-sized for raking leaves through bright red hair done up in an extravagant bun.

The tension in the room increased a notch, hands flexing, some girls shifting in their seats and eyeing the nearest boy.

Another sneering girl with ginger hair, a nose piercing and a wiry but solid-looking frame and wearing dungarees was leaning into Jessie from the other side, and Zack raised his eyebrows as he realised all the women around Jessie were leaning in like teenagers around a campfire, gagging to dip their marshmallows in the centre of his heat. The boy had sunk so low that his head was almost at desk level, whimpering.

“Hey.”

Zack jumped as P whispered in his ear, and he nearly fell over, before her strong hands caught him.

He looked up into her eyes and lost himself for a second - There was such concern in them that he wanted to enjoy it longer. He had never been more thankful for the feeling of leather against his skin then at this moment.

“… Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it dufus…. Are you really that dumb that you came to this class late?”

“Yeah…. Yeah I really am….”

She squeezed his armpits and pulled him up close to her.

Magdalene seemed so caught up watching the girls pawing at Jessie’s sides that the hand wiping her cock with tissue had been doing so for the last twenty seconds as her womanhood pulsed in her hand.

Zack could feel P clutching him protectively and rested his head on her shoulder.

“So, enjoying our third date?” P muttered.

Zack was too nervous to smile.

“Yeah… real romantic.”

Peach joined him on his other side, far less happy.

“Should we start?” snarled Peach, looking impatiently at the hand on Zack’s arm.

Magdalene shook her head out of a trance.

“Oh! Why yes ah…. So, what was your name again my dear?”

“P.”

“Sure Penelope” muttered Zack, a smirk on his face until a subtle kick to the shin removed it.

“Yes, P… why don’t you go first.”

P stood back and Zack turned around so they were face to face.

With the room now focused on her she looked nervous, hands fidgeting at her sides which just made his heart beat faster.

“Uh… Well… you liked the band….. Flight life, right?”

“Yeah… Flight life…”

“So…. What other bands do you enjoy?”

“Um…. Final-Sense… Air Crunch….”

He twisted his shoe. Her expression was just screaming at him to run into her arms.

Peach’s eyes burned in his peripheral vision.

“.. Uh…”

Magdalene intervened.

“Ah, this is rather sweet but…. Perhaps we could move the conversation forwards?”

“I’ll try!”

Peach stepped forward, and P growled.

“I’m not done.”

“Sure you are,” Peach said with a cold smile, turning to Zack.

“Hey, wanna suck my dick?”

“No.”

Peach’s face went cold.

“Well… Maybe we should talk about family then, right baby?”

Zack’s heart began to thump in his chest.

“I-I don’t know what you mean.”

She flicked her hair back.

“I think you know exactly what I mean… now, we were talking about sucking my dick, yeah?”

P’s expression was resolute as she stopped across him.

“He said he doesn’t want to.”

Peach’s voice tremored, her jaw tightening as she ignored P.

“Hmmm welllll why don’t we talk about your sibling… honestly I love getting to know families, what’s your Mom into… yoga right?”

“Uh.. yeah,” responded Zack, sweat on his brow, trying to focus back on P. “Anyway uh… do you like movies?”

He tapped her on the shoulder, but Peach cut in before she could respond.

“Oh I LOVE movies… especially cinemas…”

P’s eyebrows furrowed, and Zack intervened as quick as he could.

“Hey P, wh-what movies do you like?”

“Yeah, I…. heard the new horror movie is nice, what other-“

Peach cut through her.

“I like going on cinema dates in the mall...”

“Y-yeah, horror movies are good,” said Zack, vein in his temple pulsing as his hands pawed at his shirt, “and uh…. What about sports, do you li-?”

“Touching in the back of the cinema…. “

He glanced at P who was eyes were widening in confusion.

“I like…. playing games with sisters…. What was your sister’s name again, Zacky? Oh that’s right…. Jennie.”

P jumped forward.

“What the fuck do you want?” she snarled, squaring up to Peach.

Peach leered and fixed her with a stare.

“Hey, don’t blame me for knowing things, blame it on your wayward boyfriend over there…. His family is very accommodating… just like his pretty mouth.”

P looked ready to fight, chest out, arms nose to nose.

“You’re just a fucking wierdo, bitch.”

Peach cocked her head.

“Am I?! Well why don’t you ask him.”

She pointed at Zack with a nasty grin scrawled across her features, and P’s hands unclenched as she turned to the sight of him crumpled inwards like a piece of paper ready for the trash-can.

“..Zack?”

Zack’s stomach was melting.

“Uh… It’s…She uh….”

Peach began to whisper at P, only occasionally flitting her eyes back to Zack.

“You know, she really likes to wear tight outfits, his sister. Maybe I should ask her for fashion tips…”

P stepped back like she had been hit in the stomach.

“…. She… met your sister..?”

The leering antagonist seemed to grow taller.

“Oh you didn’t? She likes games, and movies… His Mom was even sweeter…”

Peach’s smile seemed to unravel into something obscene.

“…. But her oatmeal is absolutely disgusting.”

P looked like she was trying to swallow an apple, blinking several times.

“She made you…. oatmeal?...”

“I-It’s not what it seems!” intervened Zack, fixing Peach with as angry a stare as he could manage. “She… She made me!”

Peach snorted and raised her voice so the whole class could hear.

“Yeah sure, you just sucked my dick because you didn’t want to admit to Mommy you were going to community service, right?…. Well hate to break it to you moron, but nobody sucks cock unless they want to!”

Titters came from many of the girls in the class, one of them whistling at him.

Zack balled his fists, even though he knew it would do no good, but it helped to release his pent-up frustration and helplessness.

“It’s… i-It’s NOT….”

Peach turned to P.

“By the way, his ass is dynamite, don’t ya think?….. But I think he’s a bit worn out now, so maybe I’ll let you have him. His family might not like you as much as me though,” she grinned. “I’m the perfect girlfriend after all.”

P stepped back, looking sick as she locked eyes with Zack whose whole body had gone numb.

“…Zack?”

Zack opened his mouth and closed it, before looking down at the floor.

“I.. I don’t feel well,” she said robotically, gesturing to Magdalene, tripping as she stomped to the door, wiping a cheek on her sleeve.

“Oh of course dear, there’s a nurse station just down the hall!”

Zack thought about trying to say something as she marched out, but realised he couldn’t think of a single thing that might stop her. What could he say?

The door slammed, leaving a shell-shocked Zack and grinning Peach.

“….P,” he whispered.

A lump came to his throat and he blinked back tears quickly. It felt like someone had hollowed him out, leaving just the shell of a human being, his soul drifted out the door with her.

“I-I’m feeling ill too!”

Magdalene’s attention turned out to Jessie with his hand raised.

The boy was whimpering as the ginger girl squeezed his thigh.

Magdalene’s gaze became icy.

“Jessie, man up and deal with it…. If you have a problem with Kylie, then ask Latoya and Abigail for help…. Oh I see Patsy wants to calm you down, how sweet of her!”

Jessie cringed, trying to curl himself into a ball as the lady behind him, a woman in her forties who looked similar to a mousy-haired hot mom of one of Zack’s friends, stroked a hand through his long blond sheets, leaning her large tits on the desk so Zack could see right down her cleavage as she began to plat the hair unasked.

Jessie turned his head, but she pulled sharply, and he squawked as his head was jerked back, neck loosening so that she could adjust as she saw fit and began to work her way down.

Zack shuffled, still feeling like he had been slapped in the face, vacant as he avoided Peach’s eyes in his peripheral vision. He almost wished P had slapped him. It would have been better than the look of hurt on her face as she left.

He thought about trying to follow, but he knew Magdalene would absolutely refuse to let him, and it would probably only draw attention.

Similar to what was happening to Jessie.

Quiet mewling was the only sound for a moment.

‘Kylie’ the ginger girl was beginning to slip her hand into the boy’s shorts, who tried to turn around, only exposing his backside for one of the dark-skinned girls to shove her hand fully into his pants from the other side.

A squeal escaped the boy’s lips as the girls’ hands began exploring everything hidden below the waist, bucking his hips forwards into Kylie’s hand and back into Latoya’s which was now working on the opposite side, and he began to sob as the two hands in his pants oscillated, little yips escaping his lips.

“HNN, Nnnm OOhh!”

Zack felt sick that he could work out which exclamations were from his asshole being touched and which ones were his cock and balls, the scared whines almost certainly from butthole stimulation, the more eager ones from Kylie’s working of his front.

Then half-platted hair was being pulled backwards, and Jessie rose up as he was led by the long blond rope like a leash.

The girls worked as one to pull him from the chair, and he fell on his back on the desk behind him, looking upside down at Patsy’s warm features curled into a leer above a bulge clamped to her waist by a mud-brown skirt.

It was already being shimmied down plump thighs.

She kept a hold of Jessie’s hair as her skirt came away and a thick, drooping cock intersected their locked eyes, waving above his pale cheeks.

Eight inches, thick.

The whole room became locked in on the scene, the tension in the air thick enough to bite as a juicy drop of liquid nosed its way free of her slit, drooping down towards Jessie’s face like a spider coming down a web.

He mewled and made to sit up, but Kylie, Abigail and Latoya all clamped his arms and legs down from both sides, hands still playing with everything below the waist which was making him shake as they pinched sensitive areas, rubbed things a little too hard, poking a little too deep.

The cum sliver placed itself delicately on his face, and Patsy let out a groan as she began to drizzle cum on his skin like dressing on a salad, intersecting lines back and forth as tears rolled down Jessie’s face.

“Stop pretending you don’t like it,” chuckled Kylie, pulling his pants down to reveal a hard dick pointed in the air.

Zack was surprised the boy was six inches and a bit thicker than him, making him feel oddly unmanned.

Apparently even the class twink had a bigger dick than him.

As it was he didn’t feel a need to trade places with the boy, especially as the girls were salivating over the potential uses of the boy’s cock.

Most of them seemed to involve winding him up like a spring.

Kylie grabbed it and began to circle the slit with her thumb, cooing as Jessie let out a whine of pleasure, whilst Patsy settled her cock fully on his face, and Jessie tried desperately to turn his face away from it.

Zack already knew that was a mistake, judging by the vein in Patsy’s forehead.

She didn’t speak, but the way her jaw tightened made it clear that Jessie was about to be re-educated, hand closing around his neck, the other grabbing his hair and roughly pulling him back to centre.

Jessie let out a squeal which hushed the room to silence as Patsy’s cock slid into his open mouth, and his cry transformed into wet spluttering as she began to slide in and out of him, quickly joined by a chorus of moans, first from Patsy’s lips, and then from the girls around Jessie, spreading to the corners of the room.

Zack even saw Peach eyeing the scene with appreciation, mouth opening a touch which meant she was starting to get excited, made even more obvious by the way her legs were opening.

Despite her beauty, he hated every fibre of her being at that moment.

The three other girls who had temporarily been hypnotised by Patsy’s cock-head bulging in Jessie’s throat came to their senses, working quickly to strip themselves and Jessie of any remaining clothes, Patsy too focused on the way he clung to her shaft to bother removing her top, naked from the waist down as she began to slide even deeper.

Jessie’s eyes turned red, spasming and wriggling in the grasps of four women as his dick jumped in mid-air, nipples pointed at the ceiling and ready to take off as he tried to keep breathing through his nose and took a huge whiff of cock-meat.

“MhhhMMMHHHGGHHH!!!!”

He struggled harder, tears coming down as Patsy repeatedly hit his gag reflex, and the stench of bitter, salty cock began fogging his sinuses, making him go hazy as Kylie and Latoya began a battle to try and push themselves behind the boy. Latoya was slightly stronger, but Kylie was sneakier, kneeing the girl in the thigh, and as the braids were shoved to the side, Kylie unslung the rest of her dungarees, coming up between the boy’s legs and quickly spitting at his ass, before sliding a left-leaning seven-inch cock without pretence directly at his hole.

“MMh!!!!”

Her cock made no headway other than to make Jessie’s eyeballs bulge, attempting to put his hands between his asshole and the monster but finding them immobilised.

“Ah, I think lube would be more appropriate!” cooed Magdalene, grabbing the tub on her desk and placing it in her muse Mark’s hand, whispering something in his ear.

He smiled and, with a tap on his bottom, shuffled (limping heavily, cum pouring down his thighs) to Kylie, who grabbed it with a snarl and shoved her hand deep inside, dousing her lower half.

The second insertion was no less gentle, but far more effective.

“MMMGHHHHHHHH-MMMHNNNNNNN!!!”

Jessie screamed into a mouthful of Patsy’s cock as Kylie let out a long grunt, sliding up to halfway inside him, Latoya and Abigail watching on, jealousy scrawled across their faces, arms folded.

“Always have lubricant and condoms at the ready ladies, safety and comfort of both parties is an important part of SEDUCTION!”

Her brief lecture finished, Madelene clicked her fingers and pointed at her lap, and Mark shuffled back, coming to sit side saddle, head on her chest as she puffed out like a peacock, happy to watch the show with her bitch.

Jessie’s legs were waving, arms screw-balling wildly as Kylie wasted no time slamming her hips straight to his butt-cheeks.

“MHHGHGHPG!”

Zack’s eyes watered as he watched the boy being slid into at both ends, and then the girls converged with a truly savage spit roast, putting their full bodies into two brutal, penetrating thrusts straight to Jessie’s core.

“MPH-PPHLLLHHHHGHHHHHHHHH!!!”

The boy in the middle spasmed as he was impaled like a human kebab, toes curling, the whites of his eyes revealed, back arching across the desk as the two women tried to meet in the middle of his torso, cock spurting pre-cum across his belly-button as the sounds of grunting and heated women began to emanate from all corners of the room.

Cocks began to appear at random above desks, being chugged by fists, white lava spurting down their sides as Jessie was transformed from a human being into a broken creature, relying purely on physical sensation for sustenance as he began to hum through lips sealed like a vacuum around the base of Patsy’s crotch, the stubble behind her balls scraping his forehead as the presence of two gigantic cocks in his body reset his brain.

Zack could almost feel what was happening - Survival mode meaning the brain was transmitting a mountain of pleasure and pain into his body, all of it being forced through his anal walls and throat.

Saliva was beginning to leak down the sides of Jessie’s face, but he no longer felt it, arms coming towards his penis as his legs settled themselves in a mating pose.

The process of seeing the boy lose his awareness of his surroundings was magical.

A hang-dog faced girl was watching so intensely that she had already begun to pre-cum in the corner, braces not quite concealing the look of concentration on her face as she spurted a long shot that hit the boy next to her in the eye, and he scrunched his face tight, trying to wipe it away until more cum from the girl fell in his hair and on his desk.

He looked like a valedictorian, an all-American blond, but with the geeky girl’s cum in his hair he no longer possessed that veneer, and before he could offer more than a whine she had dragged her chair to him with a loud *SCREEEECH* that pierced the ears.

“H-hey-!”

He managed to get the cum out of his eyes just in time to see her sticking her tongue down his throat.

“GHLH!”

Zack watched the boy’s arms fling out to push her away, but she simply fell on him, moaning into his face as he gagged on her tongue.

She was far stronger, chest suffocating what fight he had left, and she soon had ensconced herself on his seat and had a firm grasp of something below the waist that was stopping him in his tracks, attempts at escape harshly silenced, high-pitched whimpers issuing from between their kiss as she bounced him on her lap.

The boys that remained shivered in their seats, feeling the tension in the room rise further as Jessie was slammed between the two women, gloopy *GHLHH*s and *THWAP*s emanating from both orifices as Patsy and Kylie sacrificed him to the Gods of pleasure in front of their peers.

As they coordinated their assault, the boy began to find his own rhythm, a heavy suck of Patsy’s cock whenever it was deepest inside him, doing something with his ass which was making Kylie moan.

Zack knew he must be tightening his anus whenever she hilted, encouraging her to go as deep as possible, shown by the pained look in her eyes as he tried to extract her cream.

Then Jessie let out a high-pitched cry, blocked by Patsy’s cock so it came out as more of a muffled “Mghhhg!”, and his dick flicked upwards like someone had started using an air pump on it, inflating as a long rope of white liquid flew from the tip and began to glaze Patsy’s tits.

The woman moaned, and Zack was entranced as the cum spattered all over them and stained the front of her dress, big dark blotches that did nothing to slow her eager dismembering of Jessie’s consciousness.

Zack was so busy watching Jessie, blood rushing to his crotch which he subtly tucked to the side so it wouldn’t betray his excitement, that he hadn’t noticed Abigail and Latoya whispering to each other.

His stomach tightened as he saw the grins on their face, before releasing they were staring not at Jessie’s, but at Kylie’s pert rear-end.

Latoya stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

Kylie paused her fucking to look back with a smirk, panting.

“What… want some sloppy seconds?”

A hand caught her other arm, and before she could react it was being cinched up behind her back by Abigail.

“H-h… HEY!”

Apparently the sight of Jessie getting butt and face-fucked in front of them had finally made them jealous enough to want a piece of the action, and Kylie’s eyes went wide as the two black girls held her, and suddenly she was being bent over Jessie.

“Hey, get OFF, this is not what… H—Hey….”

A tremor ran through her voice as Latoya’s lubed up cock was revealed, an ugly nine-inch hammer, and quickly wedged in between her butt cheeks, the pleasure still being rung from Jessie’s asshole now joined by a note of fear.

“…. Girllls let’s-!…. we can have a turn….!”

Latoya’s hand snaked into her hair and grasped there, and Kylie’s lips opened wide as she was pressed as far as possible into Jessie, trapped against his gorgeous ass and Latoya’s curves.

“WHHHHuuuh!….P-Please….. Let’s just….”

Her beg was not heeded, and with a long drawn-out bitch whine, Latoya’s head slid inside her body.

“UUUGHHHHHH….You can go first, y-you can have him….!” she cried, but Latoya was already giving a smug look of superiority, getting off not just from the pale-skinned girl’s body, but through breaking the bitch.

“No slut… You can keep your sloppy seconds.”

The cock split her cheeks and began to disappear into her, and Kylie scrunched her eyes shut, whimpering even as her legs widened on instinct, putting her in a perfect spread over the desk, despite being inside Jessie, supposedly in a position of dominance.

“Ughh…. UGHHNNN!”

Her face became a grouse as the cock penetrating her from one side was mirrored by the asshole tight around her own dick, caught in a vice of pleasure and pain that forced her low, on top of Jessie, close to the spit-covered mouth, face hidden by the giant shaft plugging his throat.

Patsy saw the girl’s face come down close to her belly and grinned.

Her cock slid out of Jessie’s face with a long slick *POP*, and when she grabbed Kylie’s head some of the girls in the class murmured as the other reached down to press the sides of the girls jaw, lining her cock up with the girl’s face.

Kylie looked up in horror.

“NNNNU-GHHHHLLHGHH!!”

She squealed just like Jessie had as the woman sank herself into Kylie’s throat, and Zack looked in surprise at Magdalene at the front of the class, expecting her to break it up.

The woman was watching sternly, not as excited as she had been with the boys, more a look of magnanimity.

Clearly she allowed the rules of the jungle to apply where appropriate.

Kylie moaned, eyeballs snapping to all corners as she realised she was the new bitch, arms beginning to try and push herself away, still inside Jessie who was limp beneath her as Patsy and Latoya repeated the same move they had done to Jessie, slamming their cocks all the way inside her.

“MNGHHHHHNNNNN!!!!”

Her scream was muffled by Patsy’s turgid member, and the ensuing slutty blowjob sounds that issued from her mouth came with grimaces as Latoya pounded her huge black cock deep into her ass.

“GHLG-GHLGH-HGLH!”

Zack’s dick was already solid as a rock as he watched the girl being bred from both ends.

The sounds of her balls being battered by Latoya’s were like a butcher slapping raw meat, And Kylie held onto Jessie, moaning into the huge cock sawing between her lips as she took any shreds of comfort she could from the boy beneath her whilst Latoya grabbed her hips and began to pound with gusto.

“MHH!-MHH-MHH!-MHHHHNNN!!!”

“Little white girl *UH*, thought she was a strong bitch,* sneered Latoya, and she winked at Abigail who was revealing her own schlong, hers a little thicker, but not as long as Latoya’s, who was making nine inches of hard cock disappear between Kylie’s shaking legs.

Zack winced as she must have found the same place in Kylie which had turned Jessie, because her voice went up an octave, feminine whines replacing the grunts and sneers of earlier, eyelids fluttering, and she lazily began to apply a little tongue to Patsy’s head, absorbing the flavours.

“You know what? *UH* You’re so *UH!*, good bitch, I’m gonna *UH* keep you,” Latoya grunted between each pounding thrust of her hips.

“MHG-ghg-mghhh…”

Then Kylie was being pulled like a plunger away from Patsy and Jessie, her cock and face coming unstuck with wet *SPLURGE*s as some pre-cum dropped from her lips and spilled onto the floor from the leaking appendage, still shining from all the lube she had fucked into Jessie’s body.

Patsy chuckled as Kylie’s lips searched for a cock that was no longer there.

She was no longer in control.

She tried to reach Latoya’s hips to push away with shaking hands, but Zack knew it was a token gesture as Latoya simply pulled her back onto her cock, hilting deep inside to make Kylie’s legs go completely taut.

“HUHHHMMmmmmuhhhh…!”

The girl was approaching a full-blown anal orgasm, and when Latoya didn’t continue fucking her she began to push back.

Latoya let her try for a few moments, enjoying the perversion of her foe.

“Yeah Bitch, *Unnn….* my sisters are gonna looove a piece of your white ass.”

He had never seen two girls mating like this, and it was entrancing as Kylie was manhandled to another desk, and shoved on top of it, now ready to accept a fully dicking, head bowed, ass raised.

Latoya graciously accepted the offering, pulling her shaft to the head, popping free which made Kylie grimace before she reversed course and plunged all the way inside.

“HNNNNNGGG!”

She repeated the movement, fucking in one smooth motion, and Kylie went cross-eyed beneath her, shooting a heavy pre-load onto the floor which meant her prostate must have been hit flush.

“HGNNNNNNNNNHOOHHHHH!!!”

Her face was scarlet, the ghost of a smile emerging there as Latoya began to pound away, heavy hip-smacks joined by Patsy’s balls rebounding off of Jessie’s face.

The sounds of heavy, sweaty sex filled the room, and Zack raised his eyebrows as Abigail took a handful of lube and covered her own monster, before lining up with Jessie’s waiting, gaping hole and sliding home.

“Mmmnnn…”

“MMMNNN!”

The groan she made was mirrored by a light squeal from Jessie, and a more guttural one from Patsy as she slid back in as well, the older woman approaching her limit with an unfocused gaze as the sheen of sweat on her forehead and cleavage became more pronounced.

Jessie’s cock began to leak pre-cum once more as he gargled and trembled between the two women.

*SCHLICKK-SHLICKK-SHLICKK.*

“GLhhh-HHhhm-GLhhGHH…”

Zack knew the boy would be lucky to be able to walk the next day.

It hit him that it was weird how knowledgeable he was becoming about being butt-fucked.

A grunt came from nearby, and his eyebrows raised as he saw Peach had taken to the new development with gusto, apparently fixated on Latoya and Kylie whilst almost uncontrollably rubbing her bulge like an itch that she couldn’t scratch, her face lined with desperation as she shoved a hand into her crotch and began to wank like she would never masturbate again, plugging so hard that the custard-squelches were almost loud enough to hear from outside the classroom.

‘Jeez.’

Zack didn’t care as long as he got through the class without getting bent over a desk and railed, taking a quiet step back towards the corner of the room.

Then a huge groan captured the attentions of everyone as Patsy’s expression became manic, and the audible squelch of her balls contracting meant she was about to give Jessie the load of his life.

The boy’s lidded eyes suddenly bulged out of their sockets as the cock in his mouth flexed, and his arms went up in the air, reaching for aid that never came as the two girls kept him pinned between their dicks whilst a fire hydrant’s worth of jizz exploded in his throat.

Judging by the sounds, Patsy was releasing a small tsunami out of her shaft, and Jessie began to gulp like his life depended on it, (Zack surmised that this didn’t seem like his first ever sexual experience with a penis), and the girls close to them watched with fervour as his belly began to bulge.

She was filling his belly with semen.

This was too much for some of the girls whose moans mirrored Patsy’s, her head thrust to the sky as cocks around her began to explode, firing up into the hair of the girls in front of them, their own faces, sideways into the walls, and in some particularly virulent cases, all over the ceiling.

“GIRLS, can we… please keep our outgoings… away from our fellow classmates!” groaned Magdalene in exasperation, trying to remove Mark from her cock as the room became an explosion of moans and cum-geysers flying through the air.

Instead the boy steadfastly wedged himself on it instead.

“MARK I WILL- UGHHHH!”

She groaned like a wounded hippo as the boy’s eyes scrunched and he squeezed has asshole so tight around her that an orgasm was ripped from her before she could react, and the squeal of the boy on her lap only added to the pleasure as she began to douse his insides in dirty white paint.

“UUHHNNNNNN….”

Clearly Mark had taken her by surprise with his sluttiness, and the two of them shook and sweated together, lost in their own world as the classroom descended into chaos.

“UGH!”

“YYYYyyyeyeaaHHHHHHHH!!!!”

“OoooHHHHHHH!!! WHAT. THE. FUUUUUCK!”

A girl wearing a cream skirt and black top with matching hair was standing up with cum all over the side of her running from the perfectly lined strands of hair down the side of her jaw.

The girl she was facing, A tan brunette, was looking with a hazy expression on her face.

“Unnnn…… Woops.”

The girl had fury on her face, and shoved her hand into her pants, bringing out a seven-inch circumcised dick.

“You owe me a blowjob!”

The girl stared up in incredulity.

“Bite me.”

As they squared off, two other girls were already arguing over one of the other boys who was quaking against the wall as each of his arms was pinned by one of them.

“HE’S MINE!”

“FUCK OFF BITCH, I SAW HIM FIRST!!”

All around the room girls in various states of lust and fury were taking out their aggressions, one girl openly wanking her cock directly in front of a wide-eyed young man, frozen like a child who had just been scolded by his teacher as the muscled beast in front of him jacked off like she was churning butter, plunging up and down the meat stick which was pulsing faster and faster.

They boy looked like he had seen the devil, and couldn’t even bring his hands in front of his face as the girl bellowed, and jizz shot out like a gatling gun, a tidal wave of cum spraying all over his forehead, eyes and mouth.

He squealed which was the worst possible reaction as jizz immediately entered his throat, making him splutter and disappear in a tidal wave of effluence, the girl stomping closer and grabbing him until she was directly over him, hosing him down like a dog.

Zack realised that perhaps that now might be the time to try and find P, creeping a little towards the door as the two girls who had been fighting with each other at first were now passionately making out, the first girl having jizz tongued into her mouth by the second.

A large girl who still had some crumbs around her mouth from the nut bar she’d finished earlier made a grab for his wrist, but Zack dodged, attention taken for a second as he turned straight into Peach.

His eyes went wide, but she only momentarily acknowledged he was there, shoving him aside with a snarl, focusing her attention back on Latoya who was giving Kylie the time of her life, slamming the girl so hard that she must have been seeing stars.

“UHN-UHN-UHN-uHNN!”

“Yeah BITCH… Tell me you want it!”

“I-I want it *UHN* I want…*UN*.. IIiiiiiiiiuuHHHHHHHHH!!”

Kylie’s head jerked back, pupils pointed at the ceiling as her cock sprayed a fountain of cum over the floor beneath her, nails clawing at the desk beneath her as Latoya felt the asshole contracting around her weapon and grunted, hilting with a hard snap of the hips which brought a pained yip from the girl beneath her.

“Uhn!”

“YYYeeahhh take it….”

The two of them rocked together, Latoya fused to the back of the girl’s legs, pushing her up onto tippy-toes so she was forced into an even more accepting angle, her back muscles flexing as she released her final humiliation on the girl beneath her, filling Kylie with sperm.

Everyone who wasn’t in the middle of fucking or being fucked watched Latoya’s huge dark balls contract, resting against Kylie’s battered plums, and heard the squelch, both figures shaking as she inseminated her new bitch.

The two figures writhed for a moment, Kylie in particular moaning with eyes lidded as her belly began to expand beneath her.

“HOohhhhhuuHHHH!!!”

“Yeah bitch… yeahhh….”

Eventually they came to a slumped standstill, Latoya’s arm resting on Kylie’s sweaty back.

“NNhhhhh.. you gonna make a fine ho for us,” she breathed, slapping the girls’ ass.

The sight of the two girls hazy after their union was certainly eye-catching for Zack, but it seemed to have had a huge effect on Peach, who was staring at something that no one else could see, eyes roaming over the two girls in heat as she wanked her shaft like it was the last orgasm she’d ever have.

‘Why didn’t she tried to fuck me….?’

Then Zack’s jaw clenched as her groan rang out.

“JEN-uuuGHHhhh!”

Her eyes went round as she tried to cut off the sound, but Zack had already heard enough; Peach had just moaned his sister’s name.

‘She’s fantasising about my sister.’

As it was she tried to choke it back, her orgasm only half reaching as she realised her mistake, grimacing as a long rope flew towards one of the girls in the front row who was busy with her own orgasm.

It hit the lip of her mouth and at first the girl licked at it instinctively, then realised that she hadn’t asked for someone to cum in her mouth and pushed her chest out, eyes going fiery as she whipped her platinum blond hair around her shoulders.

“Uh-HEYY, you know that’s like, super ru-UGGHGHMMLPPH-“

The cum discharged from Peach’s cock had only been a taster as the main course came in huge waves which doused the girl thoroughly, wide lines that splattered against her dress and soaked into the material, Peach apparently deciding that attack was the best form of defence by aiming every last drop at her, using the face as a go-to target.

Some of it splashed down onto her tits, and she looked like the advert for a porn site as she moaned into the torrent.

When she was finished, the girl had also exploded, her own cum having flown into the air and onto her chin, and had a look of humiliation on her face.

“Hey… I didn’t fucking ask you to do that,” she murmured, trembling as she spat cum from her mouth, although her tongue snatched some more from the side of her lips.

Peach glared at her, red-faced, avoiding Zack’s dagger eyes.

“Yeah? Well what about this?”

She marched forward, and the girl didn’t realise she was outmatched until Peach aimed her still-swollen member at her mouth.

“I’m not- GHLH!”

Peach’s fist snaked into her hair, and with a gag the girl was pulled fully onto the cock without a second’s notice, Peach grunting as her frustrations were taken out on the girl now polishing her penis with her lips, hissing angrily as she tried to push away.

“Don’t stop now, bitch,” she sneered, grabbing the hair tighter and pulling her hard to her crotch which made the girl stop struggling, giving an aggressive moan into the cock now jammed down her throat.

“MHHHHhhh!!!!”

“Uhhhh… that’s it,” muttered Peach, “taste it.”

The girl’s eyes welled up as the feeling of a cock in her throat toyed with her gag reflex, and she tried not to wretch as Peach used her like a pussy, slamming herself deep into the warm throat of her new muse.

Zack’s reverie watching Peach overpower the girl was cut short by another grab by the large girl who had inched her desk closer, apparently deciding that walking the few metres from her chair was too much effort.

‘Time to leave….’

A spatter of cum hit his cheek as he hurried towards the door, and he put his hands over his head as the room became a steaming, broiling sea of naked bodies, eyeing Magdalene on his way past who was balls deep into Mark whilst reaching into her desk for something, pulling out a dog collar.

He was so busy watching the scene as she attached it to the boy’s neck that he didn’t notice the small girl approaching from behind.

“WHA-MPH!”

The girl grabbed him and gave him a smelly, cum-filled kiss, a whole load that she had found from someone else forced into his mouth, and he moaned as she tried to grab his balls, before the girl who had probably given her the mouthful pulled her back.

“Hey, you ain’t finished yet,” the larger girl sneered, and the first whimpered as she was dragged back down into the girl’s lap.

“Th-thank you,” stammered Zack to the large girl, coughing as the heavy scent of cum filled his nostrils.

Her face became hungry.

“Come ‘ere.”

He looked down at the small girl whose face was going red as her throat was jabbed by the thick meat, ugly tears running down her face.

“Uh, n-no thanks!”

He skipped away, noticing a wet patch on the ceiling that was dripping white, before sneaking through the door as the screams and groans began to reach a peak.

He collapsed in the corridor.

Breathes came heavy, sweat tinging his body as he took a few moments to calm down, still able to hear the steamy violence going on inside as the orgy continued.

A few male voices rising in pitch and volume made him feel a pang of guilt, and he briefly looked back through the window to the sight of the few remaining boys being surrounded and stripped.

One of them had accepted his fate and was between five women, stroking a girl’s dick in each hand, another one sliding across his face and into his mouth, with one more about to squeeze into his ass.

Panic entered his expression as another girl slid underneath him and tried to add her cock to the one already working its way into his butthole, and the two girls grinned as they began to work together.

The whimpers that followed suggested it was a struggle.

Jessie was lying broken on the table, and two new women were inserting themselves into him, fucking him as he spasmed, eyes unfocused, dick-drunk to the point of pure acceptance.

He looked far less pretty than he had before.

Another boy was in the corner cowering as three women surrounded him, and soon he was masked by huge naked bodies as they descended upon him.

Zack turned away from the door, grimacing, and headed for the exit,

He increased his pace, and was halfway there when something heavy landed on his shoulder.

The gorge rose in his throat as he turned, straight into the jizz-spattered tits of Patsy, still naked from the waist down. The soft lines on her face were now angled into a look of excitement once more, and she squeezed his shoulder, her huge cock bobbing in front of her, still shiny from a few minutes earlier.

Zack could smell the cum on her tits, the tanginess, the bitter odours.

Even though it was from Jessie, saliva filled his mouth.

He realised that it had been a long day, and it was impossible to resist. She was so much taller than him.. and mesmerising.

‘P hates me…… Peach is fantasising about my sister…’

And Patsy was certainly hot, in a Milf kind of way….

He realised he’d been staring at her tits for a lot longer than he had expected to.

Well, it had been a long day.

He moved forwards and buried his face in them, hugging her tight, moaning into the ball-cream which was still hot, rubbing his cheeks against it, lapping at the spent seed of another man as Patsy began to stroke his head, shoving her bulge against his belly.

“Good,” she muttered, and he realised she might be foreign because the word was accented, and she had barely said anything the whole afternoon.

Then she was pulling him up into a front-on hold, legs coming around her waist.

He accepted it.

It had been a really long day.

Feeling her chest against his face, even wet and creamy as it was, was such a release from everything that had been happening in the last few days that his whole body sagged, and he allowed himself to become lost in the body-heat of someone other than the people who hated him right now. He didn’t mind as she began to carry him away from the sounds of orgasming women and squealing men.

Patsy walked straight out of the building, towards the car park with her cock out in the open beneath him, earning them an envious stare from a woman smoking on the corner.

When he felt a breeze on his head he looked round to see her leading him to a small, weathered-looking car, placing him in the front seat. She was gentle, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek with worn lips, before hiking her skirt up over the cock, bustling to the other side, and jamming the door shut.

As his seatbelt was clicked in, he scanned the car park for a motorbike, finding nothing.

P had obviously gone.

His head went down as Patsy settled herself in the driver’s seat with a satisfied sigh.

Her hand went to his lap.

He didn’t stop her.

The hand squeezed his thigh, and she gave him a knowing smile, reluctantly sliding to the gearshift that looked like it had been manufactured in the early sixties.

Then they were trundling out of the car park and off towards the outskirts of the city.

The ride consisted of much leg squeezing and aggressive gear changing, and the car lurched and spluttered past steadily more dilapidated-looking areas, boarded up windows and flaky front porches appearing more and more often.

Eventually she pulled up in a crappy motel car park, squeezing his knee once more before bustling out, opening the passenger door for him like a proud mother.

He gave an awkward smile up at her eager expression.

“Thanks.”

“Yes.”

She nodded, once again the accent placing her perhaps as Eastern European.

Then she grabbed his hand and led him towards the motel stairs to the second floor.

A woman wearing quite stringy material around her bra and a tight leather skirt lingered nearby, and when she saw Patsy and Zack coming out of the car she called over.

“EY, you wanna make it three?”

Patsy’s face hardened as they walked past.

“Come awn, we can share him, he looks good’n’ready at both ends!”

Zack walked a little closer to Patsy as the woman’s bloodshot eyes zoomed in on him.

Another voice called out, and Zack started to wonder what he was doing there as a few young men, all around his age and wearing makeup, began catcalling.

“’Ey baby!”

“Who’s this!”

One of them wearing a catsuit that opened down the middle, revealing a lithe body, shouldered him on the way past.

“Get lost, bitch!”

Patsy growled at them and they retreated, shooting Zack daggers as he practically welded himself to Patsy’s side.

He had never seen people on the street like this.

As they approached a rundown motel-style building, a man with very few normal teeth, but quite a few gold ones, cocked his head. He was standing outside the stairway to her building looking menacing, but Patsy nodded to him, and even though his grin was frightening it seemed like he was friendlier than the others, Patsy guiding Zack past him and up the stairs.

“Who was that?”

She didn’t reply, clearly more concerned on shepherding Zack for some playtime, and when they finally came to her door, her bustle was so excited that she swore in a harsh language as the key wouldn’t go into the lock, finally forcing it home.

Zack grimaced.

A bed, a tiny kitchen, a bathroom, and a small TV were all visible from the doorway.

He noted that the drabness of the room seemed to tally with her outfit, but there was nothing boring about the way she pulled him inside, excitement obvious on her face, squeezing his hand as she slammed the door.

It warmed him at least that she had managed to make the place as liveable as one could, providing a few nice touches like a forest picture above the bed plus flowers that brought a bit of life to the place.

Zack’s musings were cut short by Patsy flinging him onto the bed.

“HUFF!”

“Mmmmh.”

She moaned, rubbing her breasts as she stalked forwards, and Zack crawled away, blood nonetheless flowing to his groin as she prowled onto the bed like a tiger, hunting him down.

Once she was on top of him, she rose up and after fiddling with the dress, got frustrated and tore it clean in two like superwoman, revealing full breasts with a bit of sag and a few spots of age, which only made her more beautiful, a slight belly pressing into him.

Having a mature woman taking control of him was a thrill in itself, and Zack trembled as she pulled at his shirt, and then gave him a stern look.

Message received.

He began to strip as fast as possible, and when he had finished he looked up at her, both of them having ripped their clothes off, to see an early-forties woman with blazing heat in her eyes, and a dick already hard from the car-ride over, with an oil bottle in her hand.

She aimed it over his chest and squeezed, and the ooze was cold as it hit the centre of his pale body, forming a pool that ran down his sides.

Patsy began to lather him, spending time enjoying the process, working up and down his skin, tweaking little sensitive areas and making him moan, a stark contrast to before in the classroom where she had been like a wolf in a sheep’s pen, a starving animal.

When she drew back his whole body was shining.

He felt even more naked as she appraised him, until she squirted a long dollop onto both of her tits and began to rub them in.

Zack felt jealous that he wasn’t the one doing it, and when Patsy noticed the need in his eyes, she stopped, and put her hands aside.

Go on, pup.

He went forward and without hesitation sucked a nipple into his mouth whilst he slathered the other with oil, working it around the nub.

Patsy grunted, a smile on her face as the inexperience of Zack was made obvious by the way he didn’t work up to them, instead going straight in for the kill.

She loved the enthusiasm.

Zack enjoyed the grunts and shivers as he switched sides, rubbing the oil into the crevasse between her breasts and underneath them, where there was slight sweat.

In a moment of pure whoreish-ness he licked it, and Patsy moaned as the cute boy dirtied himself for her pleasure, sliding his tongue all the way underneath both her tits, before applying a healthy amount of oil there, coming back up between them to her neck.

A hand pinched his chin and pulled him up to weathered eyes, and he looked up at the woman who was going to give him a dicking that he needed so badly at that moment.

Patsy came close and bit gently on his lip, and Zack murmured as she threatened to clench tighter and hurt him, stopping just short, the wisdom in her years tempering the voracious appetite so that she knew exactly when to pull back, grazing him with her mouth, smelling his face, his hair.

Or perhaps it was because she had already put one load in a boy earlier today.

He thought back to Jessie’s throat bulging and a little bit of him shivered, but Zack was clearly in the hands of a pro, and the way she rubbed them down his arms, squeezing just enough to make him feel controlled, was making his chest thump.

The tendons in her hands stood out as she took his hands in hers, locking their fingers, and fell forwards, pressing him into the bed.

“Unnnn…”

He was now oiled, spread eagled, legs open with Patsy on top of him, smiling like a maniac.

Even with Peach, there had always been a measure of youthful vigour, of insane randomness.

Tonight, Patsy was in total control.

She pushed him a little harder into the bed until it hurt, making him struggle, before leaning back and holding him fast just so he realised; he had no hope of stopping her.

He trembled, awaiting his fate.

Those iron hands were backed by steel shoulders, the wide, jiggling ass hiding muscles hardened by what must have been either the gym or manual labour.

Zack couldn’t imagine her in a gym, and assumed the latter.

As it was Patsy was now working her way between his legs, shifting her hips backwards and forwards, her belly now pressing against his, bringing his hands to her love handles.

He let her climb onto him.

The smell of her surrounded him, the obvious one of hard cock-seed from earlier, but also the slight mustiness of her, a dense, oaky scent which might have been a perfume of some kind; an earthiness that brought home the feeling of someone more in touch with the outdoors, and a little advanced in their years.

A feeling of comfort that he hadn’t felt since P had held him in the cinema came to him, and all his cares were momentarily swept aside as they focused down to the tip of Patsy’s humungous cock, being placed between his cheeks.

He hoped the oil was enough.

She settled into position, and then her face became all business.

No running away now.

She set herself like a sprinter, and then slipped inwards like a swimmer diving into the pool, her cock sliding cleanly inside him.

“HNNNNNN!!”

The previous ass-fuckings must have loosened him a little, because Patsy managed to bury herself to the hilt without so much as a please-and-thank-you, spearing Zack all the way on her rod.

“H-holy….!”

He gasped as she stole every last crevasse of his insides, transported back to that place where time seems to slow down, every ridge, every slick, steely inch of her penis throbbing against his anal walls sending electricity up his spine, his brain overcharged like a lightning conductor.

Patsy revelled in it, kind eyes now shining with intent as she sniffed him, savouring the feeling, the scent of a young man in her bed whilst he clutched her for strength, wincing as she pulsed in his abdomen.

Her hips began to rotate.

“HNN!”

She put a hand on his belly and growled as she felt her cock moving back and forth beneath it, and Zack was forced into fervent yips every time she moved, his ass trying to follow her dick, but unable to do more than squirm, pinned under the beguiling softness of her tits and thighs.

“Uhn! Uhn… UH!”

As he mewled she propped herself over him and sank her chest fully onto his face with her next thrust, and Zack found himself in complete darkness, buried by her tits, his ass impaled.

A cocoon of Patsy.

Her breasts were so soft and warm against his face that he could have happily suffocated to death in them, trying his best to sink his nose and lips into every crevasse he could reach, suckling like a baby whenever the nipples presented themselves for his delectation as she slid her cock to the tip, and then back to a full hilt.

“MMMhhhhh…!”

He was glad the nipple muffled his whore moans. It always made him cringe whenever he thought about what he sounded like afterwards, but in the moment it was the most satisfying thing one could ever experience; impossible not to lose yourself in it.

“MmmPHH!”

A hard moan from having a cock buried inside your ass was more than just a physical reaction. It wiped away worries, fears, sadness…

Right now Zack’s worries were nowhere to be found as he clutched her shaft with his sphincter, savouring the feeling of Patsy’s body plunged to his core, breeding his soul.

She knew what to do with him. Patsy was his queen tonight.

Her hands worked their way down from his head to his shoulders, settling there and hardening, and Zack braced himself for the pounding she was about to mete out.

Patsy didn’t disappoint, driving herself into him with fury.

*SCHWWAP!*

“MHHHHHHhhh!!”

A cock delivered itself to Zack’s soul, pulling out with a speed that created a vacuum in him before filling it with heaving, turgid penis, and his whole body rocked as she rubbed the entire anal wall with the upper side of her dick, aiming to jab his prostate before fucking into the left side, and then the right.

“MHH-MMM-MHMM!”

Her monster stimulating all these different parts of him was too much, and Zack let out breathless pants as she brought pleasure to as much of her young ward as she possibly could.

“Hu-Huh-Huh-!”

Her thighs rubbed up against his ass, belly to belly, arms tight in on his sides so that he felt like he had been packed into a Patsy-shaped box, moulded around him, her breast so tight to him that he was breathing in tit-sweat, head lightening as she combined it all with a thrust so nasty and violent that he nearly screamed, biting down hard on his lip as his eyes went wet.

The heat in his body was an inferno that needed to explode.

Then Patsy lit the tinderbox with a gut-pulverising thrust that unmade him.

“UGHHHHHHHHMMUHHHHhhhhhhhUHH!!”

It was the most high-pitched scream he had ever done.

Tears streamed down his face as his body overloaded and he went into shock, his brain flooding his bloodstream with endorphins which became a wave of bliss, ripping through him with such force that his arms spasmed, head shaking as Patsy clung to him so tight that it seemed like she was trying to meld him to her.

Then her body began to shake in his arms, and Zack’s mind-melting orgasm was joined by a tight cry from the woman above him, who jammed her rod to the hilt in him, exploding all over his insides.

“OOohhhh-ahhh!!!”

“UUUGHHMMMM!!”

Her cock began dousing every last inch of him, a volcanic eruption in his ass that spread white lava to everything it could reach, trying to drown him from the inside out.

Zack spasmed, gurning as his ass clutched the base of weapon.

It almost felt like she had succeeded as his core was drenched with heat; that sickening, beautiful feeling of a person’s seed filling you to the brim.

“Hu—huuuUH….”

He tried to communicate, but couldn’t. His head was fuzzy, he couldn’t really take in anything his eyes were seeing, or what he was hearing, because the feeling and the smells of Patsy were so eye-watering and odorous that nothing else could enter his brain.

He breathed in the earthy, musty smell deep in the crevasse of her tits like he was snorting cocaine.

Patsy seemed nothing short of overjoyed that he was loving her hunger and brutality, and began to proceed to rub herself all over him, depositing her scent and effluence indelicately in every last crevasse she could reach.

Zack whined as her cock was pulled free of his asshole, which desperately tried to suck it back in, before it exited with a *SHLUURRRPPP*, a nuclear explosion of cum splattering all over the musty sheets as Patsy stood up on shaky legs, sweat glistening on her body as she trailed a finger across the ridge of his softening cock, out to his leg, and all the way down to his foot.

As he heard her footsteps recede to the bathroom, his eyes grew heavy, and he drifted off into a deep sleep.

***

When Zack woke up, the first thing he saw was the incredible rack he was sleeping between, his face pillowed by Patsy’s bosom as she breathed in and out contentedly, lights out.

Well, she had enjoyed a busy day yesterday…

He made to get up and found his legs weren’t working properly, taking a few moments to wiggle his toes before gingerly lifting himself from the woman beneath him.

He managed to get to his jeans and check his phone.

No messages from P.

Obviously.

He began to compose a message as best he could, explaining how sorry he was, how Peach had forced him into sex, how he wanted to be with P. It seemed to take forever, but eventually he sent it, knowing it may well be fruitless.

A pang of something painful hit him in the chest, but he ignored it.

He scrolled down to the other unread messages.

Six messages from Mike.

Jees…. with everything going on he hadn’t spoken to him in ages.

He speed-read them and fired off a response.

“Let’s jam, I’ll be around later.”

Mike responded almost immediately.

*Will that girl be coming??*

He sighed, texting back one word.

“No.”

In fact, he believed he probably wouldn’t be seeing P for a while if she didn’t want to be seen…

Something hard gripped his shoulder, and he turned to the sight of a naked, fevered Patsy, ensnaring him in her grasp, her legs coming to hook into his hips, arms binding him tight to her front.

“H-hey….”

She smiled, and wrapped him up in a long, lingering kiss.

“Mhhhh….”

When they broke he was out of breath.

He realised then that perhaps she was a little bit more intense than he was prepared for….. Then Zack realised that he’d left his car back at the Community service centre.

‘Shit.’

As Patsy swooped in for another kiss, he placed a finger on her lips, kissing her cheek before she could get angry.

“Patsy…”

“Da?... Yes…?”

“You.. uh… drive… me?”

He mimed turning a steering wheel.

She grinned, eyebrow cocked, and mimed her mouth sucking a large object in front of her face.

Zack let out a shy smile.

It seemed that Patsy liked to bargain. He decided that he didn’t mind her aggressive approach.

A small nod was met with a bounce out of bed as she hurried to the wardrobe and began to dress in the plain clothes that seemed to bely her spry, aggressive nature.

Well, at least he had a lift.

***