To Deal with Gabby, and Greg

As Ella struggled to figure out how she felt, how she should respond Kurt stepped back over to Greg. Gabby was helping him sit up. An effort soon scuttled as Kurt’s foot firmly came down on Greg’s chest. Knocking the wind out of Greg as it pinned him to the hardwood floor.

As Greg gasped for breath Kurt smiled at the kneeling Gabby, his hard cock bobbing like a dowsing rod before her face.

“Aren’t you a little over dressed for this?” Kurt asked gently, looking about the room he could only grin at how this powder keg was slowly reaching ignition. He had been able to smell the arousal of every woman in the room brew stronger and stronger all class.

He hadn’t planned for it to go down quite this way, quite so soon, but he wasn’t surprised Pepper was so unresistant to the Goddess. Something she was already convincing Melissa to follow suit in.

As Melissa cried out in frustration and rabidly stripped, Kurt could only smile.

Maddy was clearly touching herself through her clothes, one arm kneading one breast as its hand toyed with the other nipple beneath the sports bra. Her second hand pressing on her mons over her clothes. A sly smile and excited gaze locking with Kurt’s eyes as they passed over her.

Victoria’s ass was on solid display as she kept her back turned to them.

Elyse still held up a hand as if she wasn’t truly looking.

When guiding Ella to her knees, Kurt felt a strange excitement at the willing unresistant compliance she provided, the way her mouth gently opened, her tongue knowingly reaching out, how it licked slowly up his long shaft, before swirling around the head of his cock as she had started to envelope it.

And Ella… Now Ella was left wanting, and envious. The cock popped from her lips audibly. Just a taste of it, and Kurt’s precum dancing elegantly upon her tongue.

Brushing his cock across Gabby's lips. Kurt could sense she clearly wanted it, her response to Greg being pinned down having been to gasp and gaze up, wide eyed at the naked black man before her. Her remaining inhibition impairing her desire to so cravenly, and wildly act like Ella or Pepper before a boyfriend who had never inspired such wild and feral desire and enthusiasm with more than just the exposure of his cock.

Her mouth hung open ever so slightly, as Gabby watched, in wonder, anticipation, and question of just what Kurt was going to do next.

Gabby constantly felt inferior to the other girls in the class. Her natural body wasn’t as slender and stick figurish. The only thing she held over them was a full round shapely ass, and the largest set of tits in the class. Their cleavage usually obscured by the curtain drape of her shirt as it fell over their supported cusp like water rolling off a cliff.

“Go on, no need to be modest. They’re watching you.” Kurt encouraged as he saw Gabby's tongue peek out from between her lips to taste the cock as it brushed across them.

Gabby glanced down at Greg for a moment, before gazing back up, her eyes pleading for Kurt to simply act, to take advantage of her. To give her some small excuse for not acting on her own.

As his cock grew distant Gabby opened her mouth more, hung her tongue out, and just remained seated there, anchored from acting by the strong loyalty she felt to her boyfriend, her resistance clinging to it desperately as her mind struggled with why it shouldn't just want to just give in.

Not to mention have the cock Ella still wanted so much.

“USE ME!” Ella shouted out, squeezing her almost non-existent breast with one hand, as the other fingered herself, staggering her breaths with wanton moans. “Anyway you want. Anyhole you desire. You can even cum in, or on me, or all over me… Please…. I don’t ever.... ever let anyone… Anyone… do that…”

As Ella pleaded, and moaned with staggered heavy breathing her suddenly wild and hungry gaze kept shifting to Kurt’s cock as he stroked it. His own breath growing heavier as he felt himself edging ever closer to cumming.

“How badly do you want it.” Kurt grunted, feeling his cock starting to revert to its animalistic form as it spasmed spewed, and was aimed at Gabby.

A wanton moan escaping Gabby’s open lips as the viscous, warm jizz painted her face. Slowly oozing down her skin as Gabby panted in unexpected relief at the perverted act.

Ella moaned as if it was torment. Shuffling closer on her knees she moaned softly as Kurt stared her down dominantly. Her instincts knowing she wasn’t to just help herself and take advantage. “Moisturize me with it.” Ella invited seeing Kurt’s cock remain rigid and ready, its twisting shape not phasing her in the slightest.

Gabby panted slowly heavier, and heavier. Suddenly finding her arms reaching out in shock. Some primal instinct cried out that she wasted it, her hands pawed at the dribbles of semen on her shirt, her tongue ravenously lapping it from her fingers as she ripped the shirt off that had caught so much of the spray. Shoving it in her mouth, sucking the taste of the semen from the shirt she gazed at Kurt as he watched Ella strip the remnant of her human garment. Removing her last physical shackles to human ways.

Greg began to struggle and fight against the foot that seemed to hold him down so easily. Some more basic primal instinct was ravaging his mind with the fires of arousal, his long history of being dominant and an alpha in his social circles eroding by the moment. Anger and frustration swelling together in rage that this man had the audacity to mark Greg’s woman with his seed. To have dribbles of it splatter down upon him and as he watched Gabby eagerly receive it.

Then worship the cum as if some blessed gift that had rained down upon her.

Gabby felt her hands shift and slide across her body, chasing an electric surge of desire coursing through her. Ripping the shirt from her mouth and throwing it blindly Gabby breathed heavily as her mind became further saturated with the primal desire for Kurt’s cock.

Gabby felt her skin tingle with enthusiasm at its exposure, some **** tug in her mind barely halting a desire to strip bare right there.

Gabby had one thing to offer almost no other woman here could. Biting a lip she contemplated that artificial social line of loyalty she had been imagining as the fence within which she was happy. Her instincts pacing its perimeter like a proverbial caged beast. As Ella slowly crept closer, following the instructions of straddling Greg, Gabby contemplated if that wasn’t enough of a trade.