Evelyn

After the final bell Avery went straight to Professor Evelyn’s office. She was already waiting, blouse half-unbuttoned, the outline of her cock clear against her skirt. The moment the door locked she pulled him into a hungry kiss, hands already under his clothes.

They didn’t waste time. Evelyn bent him over the desk, shoved his shorts down, and sank into him in one smooth thrust. Avery moaned into the wood, pushing back to meet every stroke. She fucked him deep and steady, one hand in his hair, the other reaching under to stroke his cock.

They were fully lost in it—Evelyn’s thick cock buried to the hilt, Avery’s soft cries filling the office—when a knock sounded at the door.

“Mom? It’s me.”

Evelyn froze for only a second. She pulled out, shoved Avery under the desk with his clothes, and quickly pulled her blouse back on. She sat in her chair, the desk hiding everything below her waist, just as the door opened.

Skye stepped inside, blue hair falling over one shoulder. She looked at her mother and frowned.

“You look weird. And why is it so warm in here?”

“Long day,” Evelyn said, voice carefully even.

“What do you need?”

“Can I go out with some friends tonight? We were thinking of the mall and then food.”

While Skye talked, Avery—still naked under the desk—leaned forward and took Evelyn’s cock back into his mouth. He sucked slowly, quietly, but the soft wet sounds were impossible to hide completely. Skye’s eyes narrowed.

“What’s that noise?”

Evelyn’s hand settled on the back of Avery’s head under the desk, holding him in place. She looked at her daughter for a long moment, then gave a small, almost amused smile.

“Come here and see for yourself.”

Skye hesitated, then walked around the desk. The moment she saw Avery on his knees, lips stretched around her mother’s thick cock, her entire body went still. Her own cock instantly hardened so fast it strained against her pants.

“What the fuck…?” she whispered.

Evelyn stroked Avery’s hair. “This is my little slut. You’ve been staring at him in class for weeks. Don’t pretend you haven’t.” She nodded at the obvious bulge in Skye’s pants. “And look at that. Still a virgin with boys, I bet. Most of us are. Boys don’t usually let futas near them unless the futa is rich enough to buy the privilege.”

Skye couldn’t look away. “You’re… actually fucking him? The most handsome boy on campus?”

“Regularly.” Evelyn gently pulled Avery off her cock with a wet sound. “Go on, baby. Show my daughter how good you are.”

Avery crawled the short distance on his knees, face still flushed, and reached for Skye’s belt. He pulled her pants and underwear down just enough to free her cock—thick, long, and already leaking. Skye gasped the moment his hand wrapped around it. When he leaned in and took the head into his mouth she let out a broken, disbelieving moan.

“Oh my god—”

The first real pleasure she had ever felt from another person seemed to short-circuit her brain. Her hands flew to his hair. Within moments she was no longer standing still—she was thrusting, fucking his throat in short, stunned strokes while soft curses spilled from her lips.

Evelyn watched for a while, stroking herself, then stood, moved behind Avery, and pushed back into his hole in one smooth motion. Avery moaned around Skye’s cock as the two of them fell into a rhythm—Skye using his mouth, Evelyn using his ass. The wet sounds of the spit-roast filled the office. Skye came first with a sharp cry, flooding Avery’s throat. Evelyn followed soon after, grinding deep and filling him again. They barely gave him time to breathe before they started a second round, then a third, until both women were shaking and spent.

They collapsed onto the floor in a loose tangle, Avery between them, lips shiny, hole leaking. Skye turned his face toward her and kissed him—clumsy, hungry, tasting herself on his tongue.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she whispered. “You’re the most handsome boy in this whole college. Girls would kill to even be friends with you. If my friends knew… they’d be so jealous.”

Evelyn, still catching her breath, reached over and stroked Avery’s hair.

“You can fuck him whenever you want from now on. He’s our little slut. Invite your friends if you like—I’m sure he’ll say yes.”

Skye stared at her mother, then at Avery, and let out a shaky laugh. “You’re serious.”

“Completely.”

They cleaned up slowly. Skye kept glancing at Avery like she still couldn’t quite believe he was real. When they finally left the office together, her hand brushed his lower back in the hallway—possessive already.

On the way to the subway Avery checked his messages. One of the women from the train—Diana—had texted that she was near his station and asked if he was around. He replied that he would wait.

She found him at the entrance, pulled him into a tight hug, and openly squeezed his ass with both hands.

“Missed this,” she murmured against his ear.

“Come on.”

She led him into the women’s restroom and into an empty stall. The moment the door locked she kissed him hungrily, yanked his shorts and panties down, and pushed two fingers straight into his hole. They sank in easily.

“Still open,” she said, almost laughing. “I never got to taste you on the train. I’m fixing that right now.”

She spun him around, spread his cheeks, and buried her face between them, tongue pushing deep into his used hole. Avery braced himself against the stall wall and pushed back with soft, shaky moans. When she finally stood she bent him over the toilet, spat once more for good measure, and sank her thick cock into him in one long stroke.

She started slow, letting him feel every inch, then gradually lost control—hips slamming forward, the wet slap of skin echoing in the small stall. Avery bit his wrist to stay quiet while she fucked him hard and deep, one hand reaching around to stroke his cock. She came with a low groan, flooding him, and kept thrusting through it until she was empty.

They fixed their clothes and boarded the train together.