"Caught" and confronting Mrs. Cleft

Sara flings open the closest and is shocked by what she finds. Mr. Wood is sawing his fat fuck stick in and out of your tight teenage ass. You're bent over, hands braced on your thighs, swollen tits swaying beneath you like udders. Both of you are covered in sweat and red-faced in the dark and steamy linen closet.

"Oh my god!" Sara cries, bringing a hand up to her mouth in shock.

"Oh, god!" Mr. Wood groans, thrusting hard and skewering your hole with his rigid rod.

You glance up and smile as Mr. Wood's scalding seed gushes into you ass. You vision grows blurry...

You shake your head and realize it was just a daydream brought on by your building orgasm.

Mr. Wood is really behind you in the closet, he's pressed firmly against your back with his cock sandwiched between your ass cheeks and sliding up and down on a slippery trail of precum. He's reaching around you with both hands, one he's using to flick your clit and pull your ass firmly against his cock. The other hand is squeezing your breasts and tweaking your nipples. He leans his face against your shoulder, licking and kissing your neck.

You pull a towel to your mouth and bite it to stifle your cry of pleasure. You can see Mrs. Cleft through the slats of the closet door, walking into the living room and discovering your discarded clothing on the floor.

She examines your torn bikini and then Mr. Wood's abandoned trunks.

"Joy?" She calls, looking up with concern. "Are you ok?"

She approaches the stairs and makes her way up. You drop the towel from your clenched teeth and moan softly. Mr. Wood thrusts up and down, his pelvis and belly slapping against you as he slides his cock between your cheeks. His fingers plunge into your smoldering snatch, shaking and plucking an orgasm from deep within.

"Yesss," you hiss as you squeeze his fingers inside your body. "Cumming."

Mr. Wood answers you with a grunt and you feel his hot semen erupting all over your back. Some of his warm goo splatters half way up, but it all slides down and pools in the divot just above your ass as he squirts out the last from his boiling balls. The sensation only prolongs and intensifies your own orgasm. You love to make Mr. Wood cum.

You finally sigh with pleasure and turn to look at him. You're both drenched in sweat.

"Ahhh," you kiss him on the lips, "you stay here. I'll deal with her."

He nods, too out of breath to talk. You step outside the closet and make your way quickly to the laundry. Luckily, one of your mom's night gowns is folded on top. You wrap it around yourself and tie it as best as possible, though it does hang open down the middle, exposing the sides of your big breasts. As you take a step you realize you forgot about Mr. Wood's cum on your butt. It sticks to the gown, soaking through and matting it to your body.

"Mrs. Cleft, is that you?" You call, walking towards the stairs.

"Joy?" Sara calls as she comes down the steps.

Sara stop just outside the closet where Mr. Wood is hiding and looks at you.

"Are you alright?" She asks with concern. "You look all sweaty. Are you sick? Do you have a fever?"

"I'm fine," you say.

She steps forward and wraps and arm around your shoulder. She places a hand on your sweaty forehead.

"Ooh," she exclaims. "You're burning up, sweetie."

"I don't feel sick," you reply. "I just-"

Her hand rubs up and down your back between your shoulders. You notice Mrs. Cleft's eyes wandering to your cleavage, which seems a little weird. You cut your gaze to the right and can just see Mr. Wood peering out at the two of you from inside the linen closet.

"Is your mom around?" Mrs. Cleft asks, a strange glint in her blue eyes.

"Uh, no," you answer without thinking. "She's at work. What did you want?"