Taking Punishment

Miss Taylor’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she stepped closer, her hips swaying with a predatory grace. Her open latex bodysuit clung to her dynamite figure like a second skin, the sheen catching the dim light of the office. She loomed over Nick, her ginormous knockers practically brushing his face as she leaned down, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Well, well, Mister Peckerwood. You’ve certainly made a mess of things, haven’t you?” She ran a gloved finger along his jawline, her touch feather-light but charged with menace. “But don’t worry. I’m here to… inspect the damage.”

Nick’s enraged manpole throbbed in response, already primed to blow again. Nurse Pennyweather was still working her magic, her plump ruby lips sealed around his engorged tip as she milked him for every drop. But now, all he could focus on was the ball-rumbling MILF disciplinarian in front of him. The power radiating from her. The way she looked at him like he was a disobedient pet she was about to punish.

His misplaced surge of confidence evaporated like rain in the desert.

“M-Miss Taylor…” he stammered, his voice shaky. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to what?” she interrupted, her tone sharp enough to cut glass. “Didn’t mean to let these shameless sluts—” she gestured to the Cockburn twins, who were still kneeling at his feet, looking dazed and debauched in their ruined farmgirl attire, “—turn you into their personal science experiment? Didn’t mean to turn your stiff young dick into a damn firehose?” She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. “Or didn’t mean to get caught?”

Nick’s breath hitched. He could feel her heat, her presence, the way she commanded the room with just her voice. His turbo-charged cock twitched, and Nurse Pennyweather let out a muffled moan as another gooey geyser gushed down her gulping gullet.

Miss Taylor straightened, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. “Pennyweather, darling,” she said, her voice cool and collected, “I believe you’ve collected enough of a sample for now. Give the poor boy a moment to… breathe.”

The nurse reluctantly pulled away, her dainty chin coated with saliva and cum which dripped into her latex-coated cleavage. She gave Nick a sultry smile, licking her lips slowly before stepping back. Her bubble butt flashed from under the skimpy white uniform, the glass anal plug catching the light as she moved.

Miss Taylor’s smokey gaze lingered on Nick’s twitching turgidity for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, without warning, she reached out and wrapped her gloved hand around his shaft. Her grip was firm, almost punishing, and Nick groaned, his hips bucking instinctively.

“Thirteen and a half inches,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. “Impressive. That pushes you into the ninetieth percentile at this school. But let’s see if it functions as well as it looks.”

She began to stroke him, her hand moving in slow, deliberate motions. Her latex glove added an extra layer of friction, the sensation driving Nick wild. He could feel himself swelling even more, the veins in his shaft throbbing under her touch.

“M-Miss Taylor…” he gasped, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair. “I—I don’t think I can—”

“Oh, you’re not done yet,” she purred, tightening her grip. “Not even close. You’ve caused quite the stir, Mister Peckerwood. And now, it’s time for your inspection.”

“Hey, no fair! I thought we were the ones getting punished.” Maxi whined, leaning heavily on her cum-dazed sister.

“No fair…” Muffy slurred in agreement, her face slathered in glistening man juices. “No fair.. No fair…”

“Silence, whores! You will sit quietly and watch.” Miss Taylor snarled. “No touching yourselves either. Let this be a lesson in impulse control.”

She dropped to her knees in front of Nick, her movements fluid and deliberate. Her massive melons couched between his spread knees like mouthwatering cushions.

The Cockburn twins shuffled back, giving her room, their eyes wide with fascination. Nurse Pennyweather hovered nearby, her skirt lifted and fingers idly tracing patterns on her love button as she watched.

Miss Taylor leaned in, her stern face inches from Nick’s monstrous fuckpole. She inhaled deeply, as if savoring the scent of him, before parting her plump lips and suctioning him into her moist mouth. The sensation was electric, her tongue swirling around his bulbous tip as she began to deep throat him with a fervor that left Nick breathless.

“F-fuck…” he moaned, his head falling back against the chair. “Miss Taylor, I—”

She silenced him with a sharp look, her eyes locking onto his as she took him deeper. Her lips stretched around his cunt-crushing girth, her cheeks hollowing as she worked him with a relentless rhythm. Nick could feel the pressure building, the heat coiling in his groin as she pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

But just as he was about to tip over, she pulled away, leaving him throbbing and ****. Precum bubbled from his crown like a broken faucet. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, her expression smug.

“Not bad,” she said, her voice tinged with amusement. “A decent start and a good showing. But we’re not finished yet.”

She stood, her latex bodysuit creaking as she moved. Her hands trailed to her round hips, her eyes scanning the room before landing on the Cockburn twins. They were watching with fixed fascination, their fingers buried in each other's sodden panties.

“Maxi, Muffy,” she snapped, her tone sharp. “What did I tell you?”

“You told us we couldn’t touch ourselves.” Replied the first blonde twin.

“But you didn’t prohibit us from touching one another.” Argued her bombshell sister.

“Whatever, sluts. Clean him up. And make it thorough.”

The twins scrambled to obey, their soft hands and warm mouths eager as they descended on Nick’s meaty magnitude. Maxi took the tip, her clever tongue swirling around the sensitive head, while Muffy focused on his shaft, licking and sucking with an enthusiasm that bordered on desperation.

Miss Taylor’s gaze returned to Nick, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something darker.

“You’ve caused quite the mess, Mister Peckerwood,” she said, her voice soft but laced with danger. “And now, it’s time to see just how much you can handle.”

Nick’s heart raced as he watched her unzip her bodysuit the rest of the way, revealing her flawless body in all its glory. Her show-stopping tits jiggled, their weight and firmness making his mouth water. Her pussy was already glistening, the scent of her arousal filling the air.

“M-Miss Taylor…” he whispered, his voice trembling. “What are you—”

She silenced him with a finger to his lips, her smile predatory. “Shhh, Mister Peckerwood. Just relax, and let your instructor inspect you.”

“Maxi, Muffy,” Miss Taylor purred, her voice low and commanding as she stood over Nick, her latex-clad body gleaming under the office lights. “Bind him. Use your panties. I want him immobile.”

The twins exchanged a glance, their eyes glinting with mischief and obedience. Without hesitation, Muffy hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her thighs and freeing them with a snap. Maxi followed suit, her own pair already soaked and clinging to her skin. They giggled as they approached Nick, their hands working quickly to tie his wrists to the arms of the chair.

“There you go, Nicky,” Maxi murmured, her breath smoldering against his ear as she tightened the makeshift bindings. “All nice and snug for you.”

“Just relax,” Muffy added, her voice sing-song and teasing as she leaned over him, her heavy tits sandwiching his shoulder. “You’re in good hands.”

Nick swallowed hard, his overloaded cum-blaster throbbing painfully as he felt the soft fabric of their panties dig into his skin. He was entirely at their mercy, and the thought sent a shiver of both fear and anticipation down his spine.

Miss Taylor stepped forward, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She ran a gloved hand along Nick’s chest, her touch firm and deliberate, before lowering herself onto his lap. The latex of her bodysuit made a soft, slick sound as her glossy thighs gripped his hips, and she let out a low, satisfied hum as she positioned herself over his donkey-dick.

“You’ve been a very naughty boy, Mister Peckerwood,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. “And now, it’s time for your punishment.”

With that, she sank onto him in one smooth, deliberate motion. Nick gasped as he felt her tight, wet pussy envelop him, the sensation overwhelming as she began to move. Her strong hips rocked against his, her pace slow and deliberate at first, but quickly building into something wild and untamed.

“Oh, fuck,” Nick groaned, his head falling back as she rode him with reckless abandon.

Miss Taylor smirked, her sweater-puppies bouncing and her hands gripping the back of the chair for leverage as she increased her pace. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with the wet squelch of her pussy and the soft, breathless moans that escaped her lips.

“That’s it,” she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Take it, Mister Peckerwood. Take all of it.”

Nick’s eyes fluttered shut as he felt her walls clench around him, her toned, ripe body writhing on top of his as she took him deeper and deeper with every thrust. He was utterly lost in the sensation, his mind blank except for the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him.

But Miss Taylor wasn’t done with him yet. She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze locking onto Nurse Pennyweather, who had been watching the scene unfold with a hungry expression and a sizeable dildo working in and out of her slippery snatch.

“Pennyweather,” Miss Taylor called, her voice breathless but commanding. “Take his face.”

The nurse didn’t need to be told twice. Discarding the sex toy, she stepped forward, her white PVC uniform clinging to her curves as she straddled Nick’s chest. Her bald pussy was already dripping, the scent of her arousal intoxicating as she lowered herself onto his face.

“Open wide, Mister Peckerwood,” she cooed, her voice sultry as she ground herself against his mouth.

Nick obeyed without hesitation, his tongue darting out to taste her. She was sweet and tangy, her juices coating his lips and chin as he lapped at her hungrily. Pennyweather let out a low moan, her hands gripping the back of the chair for support as she rode his face with the same wild abandon that Miss Taylor was riding his rigid fuckrod.

Meanwhile, the Cockburn twins had taken up their positions on either side of Nick, their hands and mouths working in perfect unison to drive him to the brink of ecstasy. Maxi’s lips wrapped around one of his apple-sized balls, her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin as she sucked and teased. Muffy took the other, her hand stroking the base of his cock in time with Miss Taylor’s thrusts.

Nick’s entire body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure as the four women worked him over. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, his orgasm building with every passing second.

“Oh, yes, stud!” Miss Taylor moaned, her pace faltering as she felt her own climax approaching. “That’s it, Mister Peckerwood. Cum for me. Blow that fat load straight into my womb. Hyaa~! Give me everything you've got!”

Her words were all it took to push him over the edge. Nick let out a guttural groan, his cock pulsing as he exploded inside her. What felt like a gallon of creamy seed fountained out of the hung freshman in a wave of head-spinning ecstasy. Miss Taylor threw her head back, body shaking with the sheer **** of his eruption and her own orgasm as she milked him for every last drop. A slight paunch forming in her trim belly from the epic release.

But the twins and Nurse Pennyweather weren’t done with him yet. They continued to work him over, their stroking hands and licking mouths relentless as they pushed him toward another climax.

“Oh, god,” Nick gasped, his voice hoarse as he felt another wave of pleasure building. “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” Miss Taylor interrupted, her voice firm as she tightened around him like a velvet-lined vice. “You’re not done yet, Mister Peckerwood. Not by a long shot. You stole some extremely volatile medication and left us in a sticky situation.”

“Sticky is right,” Maxi mumbled, as frothy juices squirted from the dark-haired disciplinarian's over-stuffed cunt, showering her pretty face. “Sooo~ sticky… Mmmmm!”

“Sticky and totally yummy.” Muffy agreed, lapping up the overflow. “Mmhmmm~!”

Nick’s eyes rolled back as he felt himself cumming again, his body convulsing with pleasure as the four women wringed every last drop from him.

“Good boy,” Miss Taylor purred, her voice thick with satisfaction as she leaned down to whisper in his ear. “But we’re far from finished.”