All the way

The question was soon answered for Becky when, just as she felt like the blowjob was getting her close to a point of no return, without really understanding what would happen if she crossed it, Ms. Ashford backed away. In that moment, Becky was annoyed. She should continue! Part of her even wanted to grab the teached by the hair and make her keep sucking. But Becky fought that impulse and decided to continue taking lead from Ms. Ashford. She was getting the sense from Mr. Trent’s subconscious that it’s the kind of thing he does anyway.

“Enough foreplay, let’s just do this,” Ms. Ashford said, rising up and moving over to the small couch sitting in the teacher’s lounge. The history teacher was wearing a skirt today, and she turned to face the wall behind the couch and reached back to raise up her ass and pull up her skirt, revealing a lacy set of panties underneath. For a second, Becky’s true self shown through a little more, as she felt jealous both of the older woman’s body and wardrobe. But immediately after, Becky couldn’t help admiring how goddamn sexy that ass was, and that just got worse as Ms. Ashford reached back and lowered her underwear down her legs, revealing a dripping wet pussy.

What came after that was kind of a blur to Becky, later. She’s sure she came closer, that was obvious. She was able to vaguely recall grabbing the other teacher by her ass and thrusting in with her cock, and after that...heaven. Nothing in Becky’s eighteen years of life had prepared her for sex as a man, let alone as a man having sex with a beautiful older woman. It seemed Mr. Trent’s experience was useful as well, because Becky lasted a lot longer than she was expecting. They were able to use that couch for several different positions before Becky finally came, splurting out his seed all over Ash’s naked ass.

After he managed to recover his wits, he realized Ash was cleaning herself up, and getting ready to head back out. She checked her watch. “My, my, my, Trent. Within the time limit, and you managed to make me orgasm twice. Good boy.” Becky felt himself hanging onto those words like a starving man holding onto his last scrap of food. Ash left the teacher’s lounge, and Becky was left to contemplate things as he finished cleaning himself up and getting dressed as well.

While he did that, Becky realized something was different. This body didn’t feel nearly as strange and foreign as it had before. No, it felt...comfortable. Almost as much as his own body would. But that just made Becky think...what should he do now? Should he get out of this body, and return to his original self? Or maybe take some time to continue enjoying the life of Mr. Trent? After all, it was fun so far.