An older man, who looked like an authority figure

Candida stood in the skin of an older man, who looked like an authority figure. He was attractive, in a “DILF” kind of way, with grey at his temples but a tanned face that was no stranger to the sun. He was in good shape too, it was clear the original owner of this skin had taken good care of himself.

“Candida…”

I started, as he closed the distance, getting closer to me.

“Call me Mr. Laithwaite.”

The Baritone of his voice exuded quiet confidence, as he got closer, the smell of his cologne lingering on the skin. My knees went weak, as my pussy began getting wet with juices even getting close to him.

“The skins we’re wearing right now have some… history together as you may be discovering from the reaction of your body as I get close to you. In fact, they’re my most recent pick-ups, only being collected this very afternoon. I’m so glad you decided to put on Annie, it works out so well for what I have planned.”

“What do you mean?”

I asked, the meek, girly voice of Annie leaving my lips.

“Let’s just say, you’re going back to school. Both as my student in being a skinwalker, and as an actual student in the skin of Annie. She’s a pupil at Thornton College.”

I raised my eyebrow, the significance of this lost on me.

“Ahh, of course, you’re new to this city. Well, essentially Thornton College is a special type of preparatory school, an archaic creation designed to ensure the social classes of this city stay well defined, and much the same. It’s the most privileged private school in the country, a place that accepts students who are only eighteen years of age. If their families can accept the ludicrous fees the school charges, their children can leave their regular high school and attend Thornton for their final year, enjoying only the finest in grounds, facilities and teaching.

But the real reason to go, for a single year no less, is the connections. Simply attending the school indicates automatically that you’re high status, and so the network of alumni at the center of business, technology and banking ensures that you’ll be treated significantly better than the ordinary person, and will likely be earning more than quadruple the salaries of your contemporaries once you graduate University, simply for having spent a single year at a school.”

I mulled this information over in my mind, as “Mr. Laithwaite” sat beside me, our naked bodies close. Him, the older man. Me, the slight eighteen year old girl. I rubbed my legs together as I thought about the illicit attraction that seemed to radiate between these two, how this age gap was so problematic, especially with Annie being a high school student.

“Who are these two to each other?”

I looked at him, finding his face close. He put his thumb to my lips, moving it down over them, the soft sensitivity of them relaying the sensation in wonderful detail to me.

“You’re my student, Annie. I’m your Literature teacher.”

My heart was beating fast now, as just how messed up this was dawned on me. I looked up at him, a moment hanging between is, naked bodies open to one another. I could see his dick growing hard at this atmosphere, as my pussy was slick with anticipation at what I knew was coming next.

Our faces came on close as our mouths opened, a kiss starting, me kissing softly while he gave out a rougher performance. He was immediately dominant, as he pushed my shoulder down on the couch we’d been leaning on, the light thump of my body and the cold leather below on my soft warm skin providing its own pleasure.

I could feel his dick at my entrance, before he roughly slid inside me, startled voice crying out as he pulled back for a second stroke almost immediately. The relative lack of foreplay gave me only the slightest time to prepare, the wetness from how horny I was making up for how quickly we’d stepped up to penetration.

But wow, Annie’s pussy was tight! Mr. Laithwaite’s dick hadn’t been as big as Trent’s, but it felt huge as it burrowed in my hot, slick hole, pressing Annie’s teenage pussy lips apart. I moaned out, trying to put my hand over my mouth to stifle my screams before giving in, letting them emanate around the huge room we were in.

He was being so rough, as his older hands grasped my small breasts, fingers teasing over my nipples. Annie’s breasts were no-where near as indulgent as Lisa’s had been, but her nipples seemed more sensitive, and each stroke seemed electric as enjoyment sparked out from his touches.

A little drool slid out the side of my mouth as our hips rutted together, the sound of the leather and the squelching of his dick in my wet hole emanated out. I decided to slip into my role, squealing out;

“Well Mr. Laithwaite, will you change my grade to an “A” now? My parents will be so upset if I come home with a “B”!”

A carnal smile came to his lips, eyes lit up as he replied;

“You’ll do anything at all to be the top of the class, won’t you? Well, here’s chance for you to be a different kind of top. Prove yourself to me!”

He grabbed my shoulders as he flipped me over, trading positions so I lay on top of him now, my hair running down my back as being on top I felt his penis rake even deeper inside me. For a moment, it seemed like the pleasure was too much, as I moaned out and scrunched my eyes together, wanting to take it all in.

“Well? Aren’t you going to earn your “A” grade?”

He smirked smugly, as I fought through how intense the sensations were and started moving again, feeling how it pushed my insides tightly to their limits.

“Oh my God…”

I drooled out, losing myself in the pleasure, my hands digging into his chest as I felt how intense it was. He started grunting, the pleasure clearly overwhelming him too, as both of us approached climax.

Mine hit first, my vision almost going white as it became too much for me, screaming loudly as my sweat poured down my back and the flash of heat and thunderous pleasure of a female orgasm washed through my whole body.

I felt my already tight pussy clamp down hard on Mr. Laithwaite’s dick, juicing it as a thick rush of cum pumped out into my waiting womb. I fell back off his dick, falling onto the empty space on the couch behind, the lightness of my body causing me not to be injured.

As I lay there in ecstasy, wrapped in the skins of two different women, I only could think of what possibilities lay ahead in my first day as Candida’s pupil.