A Chorus Begins with Two

It takes some doing to get Ms. Green towards the bedroom without ****, but slowly I guide and cajole her with pats and--admittedly--the occasional pat on her butt to keep her moving towards the source of her “discomfort.” She can’t not hear Sophia's voice now, and with Ms. Lia coming every few seconds...

“N-N… ah… ah, why?!” She throws terrified eyes at me as she realizes she can’t bring herself to decline my pats as I advance her towards the bedroom door. “Why are you-?!”

Is she really surprised? Erika already knows that I know about her sympathetic condition; our first little group session proved that. Maybe she really doesn’t know how pretty she is, or just how magnificent that rump has become. As she leans on the wall for support just before the closed door, her thighs squeezing together as she shakes, I open the door wide and leave her standing there while I go turn off the laptop.

The scene is as I left it, but it must be shocking for the uninitiated Math teacher. Ms. Lia can’t see anything past the black blindfold and can’t hear anything over the sound-cancelling headphones that fill her ears with my degrading, sexual taunts and promises. Her mouth drools in a stream around the ball gag her fat lips and white teeth purse upon, and her tears of bliss are drowned in the sweat that runs down her face. Her fat nipples spray thin streams of lactation with every quiver, and the tarp has long since been overrun with that mix of her ever-flowing white and the steady bursts of squirt from her crotch, laid spread-eagle before a webcam. The last scene on her live stream has remained the same for hours now: that glorious, ever-lasting crescendo, her ever-regenerating health, and her tireless moans that no doubt impressed upon a rapt audience the value of subbing to her videos.

And hey, I’m getting richer even if they don’t remember to do so before they fall into their own hopeless cycles of masturbation or fucking.

With the laptop closed, my reasons for keeping Sophia in this quaking state are entirely selfish… including watching Ms. Green fall onto all fours as she gasps and drools slightly while Sophia’s experience overwhelms her. Glassy eyed, she dares a glance up at me, her tongue lulling slightly from parted, panting lips as her body drives her to mate… but no, we’re not going to do it in the threshold of this humid chamber.

I lift her effortlessly by her arms and bring her in before I close the door behind her. The air in the room reeks of sex… but we’ve only just begun, and I leave the streaming ring lights on to appreciate the redhead in my grasp as I help her far enough to get her upper-torso onto the bed. At this point, undressing a lady has almost become rote, and Erika offers no resistance as I unbutton her pants and drag the straining hem of her jeans over the colossal, sheet-pale ass that is slowly revealed.

Good... God, the thighs and hips, too, increased to make it all make sense, but... but it becomes abundantly clear that I've turned Ms. Green into the largest ass I'm likely to tap. It’s obscene to see such massive cheeks on display. I clamp my hands onto it, one to each cheek, and appreciate how each is dwarfed by the massive gluts before sinking into the malleable fat. The soft clap this produces doesn't even register from Ms. Green as Sophia's voice and orgasms, now fully experienced and inches away, drive her into a twitching frenzy.

Slowly, by some will I cannot imagine, she very nearly begins to get up... but I've already taken my cock out almost out of habit at this point, and I only bother getting her jeans down to her knees. The fiery, unkempt bush of a professional woman greets me, now matted with her squirt as she trembles and shakes. She glances down and sees my dick from between her legs as I line it up… but does not refuse me, just like she's programmed to do.

I wonder how she's rationalized that? “If you don't tell me no, Ms. Green... it's pretty obvious you want this, right? I mean, look at you...”

“Haahnnnhgh!”

Alright, fair enough, maybe she's really not in the right place to ponder the quandry of her newfound consent. Again I give her cheeks a prospective slap just to watch them jiggle beautifully, and as if to invite me she perks her ass up and begins humping air in time with her gasps. Sophia's own moans match her in timing and length and... oh wow, they're coming in sync. I briefly contemplate removing some of the toys to fuck Sophia in front of Erika, but... well, no, it's about time I took my second teacher. With the Gem Health Program, it was finally safe to do so... and tenderly I guide myself in.

There is no resistance, in her pose or in that sopping hole of hers, but I could swear even her labia flexed to grip at me as I slide into her ever-coming hole. As I wrap down to hug her glorious bottom half, I gyrate my hips without pulling so much as a full inch out of her, probing and enjoying the pocket as it squeezes and suckles at its newfound prize. Erika just shakes and quivers, her shirt already half-off by my undressing, until at last I start manipulating her body effortlessly up and onto the bed until, with a gentle drop, she pins Sophia's bound body with her own weight. Milk sprays out from the bound teacher and onto the woman pinned atop her tits, and the streams stain Ms. Green's shirt and bra as I continue to shove into her, pistoning her as hard as I can to enjoy the waves I cast in her colossal ass. She moans into Sophia's cheek as her red hair bathes both their faces in heat and shade, leaving me to enjoy the contrast of their skin as I give her ass a squeeze with my left and crush Sophia's fat nipple with my right. Both react in harmony as I speed up my thrust, pinning them both in this heap of flesh as I keep Erika's legs closed tight and bound by her half-undid jeans. I consider pausing to fully undress her, to make her one with this naked chorus, but no, first... first I need to make her mine, to satisfy the heat I'm not perpetually keeping her in.

I don't bother with a taunt, a lie, or an apology for my innocent Math teacher, now wrapped up in my machinations... I just fill her grasping, sopping hole with the semen it so desperately craves, a faux breeding as my potent swimmers lunge into a womb that, but for magical protection, would surely prove fertile and willing to raise my young inside. That fantasy, that ache from when I lost my virginity to Sophia, comes gnawing again... but I don't reach for my Vita, which quietly watches as I inseminate Erika, or reconsider my vow. I won't make a mother out of her... at least not today, even as my balls empty the enhanced load into the squirting, flooding mess of her cunt. My seed drips down from her cleft and onto Sophia's own twitching pussy, ensuring another needless extension of the ointment effect that made this all possible. Erika moans… and pushes back against me, as if to urge my fantasies forward.

Satisfied, I finally withdraw from Erika and finish unwrapping my latest prize. She does not offer any moan of protest, any complain of impregnation, or anything else to signal that she's even conscious beyond her chorus of two. It dawns on me that Sophia might be more accustomed to this by now, but Erika has almost no experience with this phenomenon... and now that she can't avoid it, she might truly be too stunned to even think. Ah well; I'll talk with her about it afterwards. For now, the jeans come off and, soon with them, the soiled and soaked shirt and bra. Erika’s breasts, while dwarfed pitifully by Sophia’s , are cute in their own way with tiny areolas hardened into fat little nipples. I appreciate the silicon pads inside the bra just before tossing them aside to-

Ding dong.