Pussy and ass.

"Ten proper strokes, and you took them like a man!" Mr. Beagle says. "Look, Miss Henderson, your young man enjoys correction as much as you!"

Your buttocks glow with the strokes April's former headmaster just delivered and your cock throbs. You push yourself up from Mr. Beagle's desk and turn toward April. She's sitting naked on the Oriental carpet where Mr. Beagle just fucked her ass. You didn't know she liked that sort of thing.

April stares up at your swollen manhood. Mr. Beagle's cock is just as rigid, projecting from his open trouser flies.

"Well, young man," he gives you a wicked smile, "since you rose to the occasion so well, I shall give you a choice with your final punishment." He coughs. "No, I'll give you two choices: First, you may choose any one of Miss Henderson's delightful orifices to plow with your manhood. Second, you can take my cock in your ass or down your throat!"

April is smiling broadly. She nods her agreement. Her face is flushed pink and her blonde tresses are disarranged. But for a girl who's just been caned, orgasmed on the cane and on your cock, and taken cock-loads in her ass, mouth, and pussy, she looks beautiful.

"April, is it still OK?" you ask.

"Oh, yes, John," she says. "More than OK."

Mr. Beagle's cane taps your hip, just enough to smart. "Well, young man?" he inquires. His hand toys with the base of his hard cock.

Your cock and butt throb warmly. You want to dive in and fuck April hard. "I just want April the regular way again," you say. "Sir."

You clear your throat. "First, April?" you say. She nods at you. "Could you get on your knees in the chair? I want you from behind again." You turn Mr. Beagle's big leather desk chair so the back is braced against the desk. It's old-fashioned and without wheels, so it should be steady enough.

"Where will you take my cock, young man?" the headmaster asks.

As to the second choice, given where Mr. Beagle's cock has just been, you can't quite convince yourself you want to taste April's ass second-hand, no matter how kissable it is. So there it is.

"My ass," you say.

"What was that again? Say clearly what and where and address me as sir."

"I'll take your cock up my ass, sir." you **** out. Your own cock has softened a little. You start touching yourself up for April.

"Splendid," Mr. Beagle said. "April has set a good example for you. April, please get ready to make your young man welcome." April rises and moves toward the chair. "Young man, assume the position momentarily." When you're a little slow, he taps your shoe with the cane. You bend quickly over the desk. "There," he says.

"WHACK!" One stroke smacks into your smarting buttocks. Your cock throbs and comes fully erect again.

"To warm you up," Mr. Beagle says. "Stay there." Mr. Beagle smears some warm, slippery cream around your hole. "Push out at me," he says. You do, and he pokes some in with a finger. "Very good. Your princess is ready, young man." He taps you with his cane.

You rise and stand behind April. She grips the back of the chair, her breasts pressed against the dark leather. Her knees are on the seat, and her butt sticks back out of you, red with the cane marks you gave her. Her anus is slick with lube and oozing with Mr. Beagle's pearly load, while her bare pussy lips are pink and swollen, open for you. For you. She looks around and smiles, then turns her head back, her cheek to the leather seat back.

You point your cock at April's pussy and enter again. Her hot, wet tunnel devours her cock. "God April that's good," you groan. She sighs and humps back at you. You flash back to your times with April back at her house. Fucking April while Kate and her boyfriend did it in the next room. Imagining taking April's sexy mother Jo from behind. What would Kate or Jo think if they could see what was going on today?

You fuck April hard from behind, your hips slapping her pink-striped butt. She moans and pushes back at you the best she can. Harder, faster, closer...

Mr. Beagle clears his throat. "All right, young man," he says. You pause at the sound of his voice. Your hips tremble with pent-up energy, wanting to go on, in, into April. You were so close.

His cock-head slides down between your butt-cheeks until it touches your anus. "Relax. Breathe deeply. Push out gently at me."

"Uh-UH!" you cry as his cock penetrates you. You flinch and your head turns around toward Mr. Beagle. A flash of pain quickly recedes. You thought you caught a glimpse of a face in the window behind Mr. Beagle. But the cock in your ass is too much to ignore.

"Very good," Mr. Beagle says. "Oh, very good." He stays still for a minute, then puts his hands on your hips and pushes forward.

Your muscles contract. Your cock swells inside April's pussy and she sighs. You can feel your balls are wound up, ready to blow any minute. Your mind wanders to Kate and Jo for a moment.

Mr. Beagle pauses, then pushes forward again. "You are an excellent student, young man," he says. He slowly pulls back, then pushes forward, like he was doing to April. "Or more precisely, you are an excellent fuck. I am inclined to be lenient." He pulls back so his cock head is just inside you, and starts fucking you with short, quick strokes. It's intense and a little painful, but the quick little motions on your anus are turning you on, too. Mr. Beagle's cock strokes push your cock deeper into April, who hums approvingly. The headmaster's breath starts to catch in his throat, and his fingers tighten on your hips.

"Take it like a man, John," he growls, and rams his cock deep up your ass.

You cry out and lurch forward, thrusting your cock deep into April's pussy.

"AaaaaAAAH!" Mr. Beagle groans. His hands squeeze down tightly on your hips, and he gives your ass a second, third, fourth, fifth deep stroke. His cock shoots a hot flood up your ass.

But as he's coming, you can't hold yourself back either. "Oh God!" you cry. Your balls twitch. Your cock head swells. Your hips plow forward in deep strokes. You come deep inside her hot pussy. "Take it...!" you gasp, calling out the name of the woman who's taking your big load.