“Like father, like son,” I joked, seeing many similarities between father and son.
“I don’t know, I can’t fathom Vanessa being submissive like Eve,” Ashley said, a naughty smile crossing her face.
“Is that Troy’s mother’s name? Yeah, she doesn’t seem the docile type.” I laughed as we reached the fresh air of a spring day. “But I also didn’t think I would see Troy face fucking Eve either, or Eve with pussy juice on her face…in church” I added, intentionally being crude.
“Touché,” Ashley laughed, before adding, “Which for the record had my cunt burning throughout the service. I wouldn’t mind a good face-fucking myself.”
“I think that could be arranged,” I offered, as we reached the car.
Ashley stopped and looked around.
I asked, “What are you looking for?”
“I’m serious, seeing cunt juice on Eve’s face, cum in her hair and hearing of her being dominated by Troy has had me unable to think straight. I almost burst out laughing when the minister talked about resisting the snake of temptation,” Ashley answered, grabbed my hand and led me across the street to a Chinese restaurant.
Unable to resist, I quipped, “Yes, she devoured the tempting black snake whole.”
“You never told me, how big is his tempting snake?” Ashley asked, as we reached the restaurant.
“Near ten inches I think, maybe longer,” I answered.
“Fuck off,” she said, stopping and looking at me, her expression one of disbelief.
“I was a ways away, but it looked like a tree stump,” I joked, realizing I had seen him naked many times in the dressing room and shower, but never really paid any attention to his cock size.
“Fuck that makes it even hotter,” Ashley said, a hunger in her eyes that she often got when she was super horny (which thankfully was often). “Let’s go.”
“What are you planning?” I asked.
“I’m taking you into the bathroom and let you fuck my face,” she answered, casually as if the answer was obvious.
“Here?” I asked.
“Better than in the church parking lot,” she quipped, tugging my arm and leading me into the restaurant.
Once inside, we were seated by a pretty Asian teenager. Ashley was literally vibrating as she waited to order, her foot under the table was between my legs rubbing my crotch. “Once we order, I am going to the bathroom; I will text you if no one else is in there. As soon as I do, get your ass in the bathroom.”
“Okay,” I agreed, turned on by her insatiable hunger and nervous about going into a woman’s bathroom, although the restaurant was almost completely empty. I massaged her stocking-clad foot (I loved that she always wore nylons for me), until the waitress came and took our order.
As soon as she left, Ashley stood up and disappeared into the bathroom without a word.
Seconds later the text came. “NOW!!!”
Without thinking, I quickly stood up and headed to the bathrooms. I stopped at the ladies’ room door, looked to make sure no one was around, and entered the forbidden area.
Ashley was waiting just inside the door; she grabbed me and tugged me into the corner stall. She fished my cock out of my pants without taking them down at all and deep-throated my seven-inch cock instantly.
Looking down and watching her bob back and forth so eagerly was an incredible turn-on that I couldn’t help but wonder how I had been so fortunate to meet this perfect woman. Standing up, she said, “Sorry, baby, I was just going to blow you, but I need it bad.”
She put a foot on the toilet seat, lifted up her sundress (a very convenient dress for a quickie), up over her ass, tugged aside her pink thong, and said, “Shove that big snake of yours in me.”
I laughed at the reference to the earlier sermon, as I obliged her request, moving behind her and filling her pussy.
“Fuck me hard, pound my cunt, baby,” she demanded, her right hand on the wall, her left going to her pussy.
I slammed into her hard, knowing there were times like these when the sex was raw, carnal, and we were just two lustful beings bringing undeniable pleasure to each other.
Both of us already being horny for the same reason, it didn’t take long before Ashley was panting, her fingers rapidly stimulating her clit, as she moaned, “Fuck I love your big cock deep in me, baby.”
After seeing the porn and plethora of ridiculously huge black cocks, it was good to hear from the love of my life that my seven inches were enough for her. I moaned back, “and I love your tight pussy, sexy.”
“Faster,” she demanded, now moving her ass backwards to meet my forward thrusts.
Seconds later, she screamed, “Fuuuuuck,” as her orgasm quaked through her and onto my cock.
Hunger still in her eyes, she turned around, dropped to her knees and devoured my cock once again, even as her orgasm still rumbled through her. After a few seconds of deep throating me, she slapped my ass, her intent clear, I began aggressively fucking her face.
My balls bouncing off her chin, my cock fucking her face my orgasm began bubbling instantly. Like the last time, her mouth was wrapped around my cock, her hand slithered to my ass crack and this time I wasn’t surprised when her finger penetrated my back door. Unlike last time when she had just pushed her finger in, this time she pumped her finger in and out of my ass. All of which triggered my orgasm shooting my load inside her mouth as I fucked both her mouth and her finger. I couldn’t believe how her finger in my ass enhanced the pleasure and got me off with an even more ferocious intensity than usual.
Her mouth was still wrapped around my cock when we heard the door open to the bathroom and heard two voices.
She moved away as I quickly shuffled myself to stand on the toilet. Ashley followed sitting down on the toilet even as my cock lingered above her, a drop of my cum landing in her hair.
“Mom, I am supposed to meet up with Jasmine, Carol and Tasia at the mall,” a young girl’s voice said.
The other voice replied, “Honey, a quick bite to eat with your family will not kill you.” The voice seemed familiar and yet I couldn’t place it.
“And if it does,” the first voice said, sighing.
“Then Troy gets your college money,” the older voice said.
My eyes went wide as I realized it was Mrs. Brown and her daughter, Rhianna, in the bathroom.
Ashley, turned around and smiled, before another drop of my cum fell and landed on her forehead. She mouthed, “You fucker.”
I mouthed back, “Now what?”
“We wait,” she mouthed back, stretching up and taking my cock in her mouth.
Thankfully, Mrs. Brown and Rhianna were just freshening up and left quickly as my slutty girlfriend enjoyed my clear discomfort.
Taking my cock out of her mouth, she said, “I will go check and text you when the coast is clear.”
“Thanks,” I stammered, climbing off the toilet and quickly putting my cock away.
She left and a few seconds later texted me, “Someone is coming.”
I quickly locked the stall door and sat on top of the toilet praying the woman wasn’t going to try my stall. Thankfully, she didn’t, instead taking the stall next to me.
I quickly texted Ashley asking if the coast was clear and when the yes came, I quickly hurried out of the stall and bathroom before I crossed the hallway to the men’s room where I discovered Mr. Brown at one of the two urinals.
Desperate to pee, which often followed an orgasm, I moved to the urinal beside him and joked, “Are you stalking me?”
He laughed, “I was here first, so you must be stalking me.”
“Touché,” I chuckled, as I begin urinating. I don’t know why: curiosity I suppose, but I couldn’t resist glancing down and checking out Mr. Brown’s cock. It was a quick glimpse, but enough to:
A. See that he too was well hung even when not in a state of arousal.
B. To be caught by Mr. Brown.
He didn’t say anything, but the slightest of a smirk, gave away that he may have noticed my interest in his package. He zipped up a moment later and went to wash his hands.
“Have a great day, Coach,” he said, a moment later as I stayed at the urinal even though I was long done peeing.
“You too,” I answered shakily as I put my cock, growing again despite my recent relief, back in my trousers.
Ashley texted me asking if I was out of my predicament just as I finished washing my hands. I returned to the table where she was chatting with Mrs. Brown and Rhianna.
When I joined them, I gasped to myself, my cum was still on Ashley’s forehead, not glaringly obvious, but definitely noticeable if one was paying attention.
After a brief moment more of generic chit-chat, the Brown’s left and I said, clearly stressed, “You still have some cum on your forehead.”
Not fazed, she moved her finger to her forehead, scooped the small leftover remnants of cum, and put it in her mouth.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I cursed, horrified by what the Brown’s might think. Double horrified by being caught checking out Mr. Brown’s cock at the urinal.
“I doubt they knew it was cum, baby,” she smiled, sucking her finger clean.
“What if they did?” I asked, still stressed out.
“Then they officially know that a teacher has had sex,” she said brushing aside my concerns.
“How can you be so laissez-faire?” I asked, refusing to look over at the Brown’s table.
“I can’t change it, so it is what it is,” she answered, her casual attitude usually sexy, but now a bit frustrating.
“To make matters worse, I think Mr. Brown thinks I was checking out his cock,” I confessed, my anxiety really getting the best if me.
“He what? Why?” Ashley asked, clearly curious.
“Because I was,” I admitted. “I couldn’t help it. I went to the urinal to pee like I always do after sex,”
“I meant to ask, what is it about you and peeing after sex,” she interrupted.
“Don’t all men?” I asked, just assuming.
“God, no, most just fall asleep,” she answered, laughing softly.
“Well, I like to be different,” I joked.
“That you are,” she smiled. “Seriously, who gets turned on by pantyhose?”
“All men,” I answered, defensively.
“Trust me, I have dated a lot of men and you are the first that gets turned on by them. Most obsess over my tits or ass,” she countered.
“I like your tits and ass too,” I countered.
“Anyways, you are a twisted man and that is why I love you,” she smiled back.
“You love me,” I asked, knowing full well she hadn’t declared her love when I did.
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