Tall blondie, with a gym bag slung over her shoulder.

You watch behind the curtains as Joanne quickens her step, opening the gate and closing the girl in a tight hug.

Oh, so they know each other...

I wonder who that woman is...

Former colleague, maybe?

Joanne invites the girl inside, so you step back from the window and hastily get dressed, in case she wants to make introductions.

Luckily she didn't cum THAT much, and most of it leaked on the floor while you were spying on the two anyway, so thankfully you don't look like a guy in the late months of pregnancy.

Gods know how many times I've walked around for hours with a belly full of cum in the last couple of weeks...

It never gets any less disconcerting than the first.

You hear Joanna calling your name just as you begin moving towards the stairs; "Liam? Come downstairs, dear. There's someone here I want you to meet."

"Coming!" You say, trying your best to dissimulate your anal-induced limp as you come down.

Now that you get a better look at her, you see that the mysterious guest is a girl in her late twenties: the bronzed tan of her skin contrasting with her platinum blonde hair, kept in a messy braid resting on her shoulder.

She's almost as tall as your Mistress, but much more athletic: while Joanne is all curves, the guests physique reminds you of one of those greek statues you usually see in those late evening documentaries:

Broad shoulders, toned muscles, and a six pack so well defined it might as well be actually chiseled in marble, accentuated by the light blue sports top she's wearing.

Nevertheless, she manages to come off as more feminine than muscular.

"Hi! I'm Rachel, and you must be Liam, right?" She greets, offering her hand, which you gingerly shake

"Uhm, right... pleasure to meet you" you **** a smile on your lips as she closes your hand in a slightly painful iron grip; looking up at her sharp visage you see big blue eyes scan you back just as curiously.

Yet another giantess, yay for me.

Let me just check if...

Yep.

While taking back your hand, crushed along with your ego, out of habit you stole a quick glance at what's between her legs: even though she's wearing loose fitting tracksuit pants, the bulging encumbrance in her groin is unmistakable to your trained eye.

"So, how about we all go in the kitchen guys?" Joanne proposes, clapping her hands together, "I'll whip up something quick while we catch up."

"Sorry again for coming here out of the blue Auntie Jo..."

Auntie Jo?

"Nonsense, you know you're always welcome here; Now sit down and let me work my magic." Joanne says, giving her a light slap on the ass.

Definetly not a colleague.

You and Rachel sit down at the kitchen table while Joanne begins to cook;

"So Liam is your new pupil, eh? Have to say your attitude towards boys hasn't changed since we last met, Auntie Jo." Rachel says, shooting you the same look one might give to a piece of meat on the butcher's counter.

Danger mode: on.

Protect ass integrity at all costs.

ERROR: Asshole integrity already beyond repair.

Good luck buddy.

"Trust me Rachel, Liam here is something else, I've never met one so eager."

"Ahem, so... you're a former student of hers?" You timidly ask, more to remind them that you're still in the room than out of any actual doubt on the matter.

"Yeah, you could say that. I've stayed here for... what? Three, maybe four months?"

"More like seven, dear."

"Eh, time flies when you're having fun. Are you having fun here, Liam?" Rachel asks, piercing your very soul with those sapphire eyes of hers.

"Uhm... yeah. Miss Joanne is a wonderful teacher."

Rachel giggles,"Yeah, very thorought. I remember the long nights spent, ehm... studying."

"You can talk freely about your stay dear, Liam and I have already... bonded, so to speak." Joanne says, and you spy the corner of her mouth curl in a sly smile while saying so.

"Aha! I thought that limp was familiar. Wait... damn! Did I interrupt something?" Rachel suddenly perks up,

"I'm afraid you did, but don't worry. The day is still long..."

"Man, it's a shame you boys only get the bitter end of the deal..."

"Uhm... what?" You ask, puzzled.

"We haven't had that particular conversation yet, Rachie..." Joanne says, letting out a barely audible sigh.

"Oopsie... Guess I'm still used to the way things were. Sorry Auntie." Rachel apologises sheepishly, scratching the back of her head.

"Uhm... I'm not following..."

"Well, I guess that there's no time like the present to fill you in on our little secret..." Joanne turns around to put on the table a bowl of tuna salad full of freshly picked vegetables, serving first you, then the chatty guest, and finally herself.

"You see Liam, when I first told you I thought I was the only one... I meant the only one born like this. Because, well... It turns out my gift is something that I can pass on to other willing girls, with enough effort and perseverance, of course."

That's new...

"Meaning, lots and lots of messy fucking. Gosh, I still remember the feeling of all that spunk sloshing around in my tummy." Rachel interjects with her mouth still half full, eliciting a groan from Joanne.

I feel you girl.

"I see you still lack in the manners department, dear. If you were still my pupil, your mouth would be filled with more than obscenities by now..."

Rachel straightens her back almost instinctively at that remark; "Sorry Auntie, you know me, I just got carried away..."

"I know. Anyway, by "the bitter end of the deal" she meant that, unfortunately, boys don't get to... grow anything, no matter how frequently we have an intercourse.That's why I didn't tell you anything, honey."

Shees...

So you can, what...

Plant a dick in a chick if you fill her up on the daily?!?

"Wait a sec," you turn to Rachel, "so you were just a... normal girl before?"

"Yup. Walked out of here with more than some academical knowledge. Do you wanna see it? Don't think for a second I didn't notice that little sneak peek you shot at my tool back there." Rachel winks, bringing a hand under the table.

"That can wait at least a little, right dear?" Joanne admonishes her, sternly.

"Sorry. Carried away again. I forgot how easy it was for me to loose my grip, teaching in a girls school and all that."

"Blunt as always..." Joanne sighs, smiling tenderly as she turns to you, "I remember having to lock her up in the basement at night, or else she would just slip in the boys room and mount them both 'till morning."

"Oh. So you had more than one pupil at a time?" You ask, trying to shift the discussion away from Rachel sexual habits.

"Mhm... never had as many as when she was here though. Family night was a funny mess back then, thats for sure." Joanne's gaze wanders off to the metaphorical horizon.

She's probably thinking back at some poor fella impaled on her monster, spasming.

The room filled with pained moans as they both stick their fat cocks in the hastily painted holes of an exhausted, crying guy; prone on a Twister mat slick with spunk.

That unmistakable musk of ladycocks and semen filling the room...

Aaand now I'm horny too.

Great.

As you switch back to reality channel, you find Rachel's hand on your forearm, rubbing her thumb on your skin.

The simple gesture doesn't go unnoticed by Joanne, who darts her gaze between the two of you with a smile while standing up;"Alright guys, does anyone wants some dessert?"

"Gosh, how I missed your pies... Yes please."

"I'm good, thanks."

As soon as Joanne turns her back to you, Rachel drags your arm under the table, pressing your hand on her bulging crotch while shooting you a wink and a flying kiss.

When Joanne spins around, taking in the scene, a warm smile blossoms on her lips, "So much for pleasantries... Liam dear, be a good boy and get under the table. Looks like Rachel had a different kind of dessert in mind all along..."

What!?

"B-but I... I don't even..."

"She's a guest, honey. It wouldn't be polite to refuse her this small kindness, Right?" Your blood freezes in your veins at the sudden coldness of her stare.

Riiight...

She doesn't take it too well when I refuse to do her bidding.

You begrudgingly crawl under the table and between Rachel's legs.

"Wow auntie, I almost forgot how easy it is for you to make 'em squirm." Rachel remarks gleefully.

You barely know a thing about this girl, and yet here you are; ready to suck her off because Joanne ordered it.

This is what I promised her, after all.

That feeling of being nothing more than a flesh toy never really faded since you've met the real Joanne, but now it's unpleasantly obvious...

Just like the bulging presence straining the synthetic fabric of Rachel's track pants.

As you get closer to her, Joanne takes your seat, closing off your only escape route and splaying her legs:

Her slumbering giant dangles lazily from the edge of the chair, falling at an almost right angle towards the ground.

Look's like creampie is on the menu, whether I like it or not.