Breaking Point

Pinkie’s teasing boiled past your willpower.

“Sit down and be quiet. Both of you.” The flaring anger had the desired effect and both of the shameless sluts straightened the posture and sat awkwardly on their respective table in the lecture theater. Releasing part of the pent up emotions had felt good. There was still more bubbling away. The red-cheeked Hector was fidgeting, fearful of what was about to happen. But the sissy’s downward turned gaze had settled on the hardening and coiling member in your crotch. You caught her quiet moan.

Taking a deep breath and putting the flashing images the boi’s attention conjured away, you fished out your smartphone and made a call. They listened in silence as you spoke to Hector’s father. You didn’t share many details, studiously avoiding talking about the circumstances, although reassuring him that his kid was not in trouble. And while pouting and doing her best to seem unconcerned, Pinkie was nibbling on her lower lip. “... At 5 pm. Solomon Hall Memorial. Lecture Theater C1. Yes. See you later, Mr. Adams.”

Counting on her fingers and glancing at the clock, Pinkie figured how long until Hector’s father would arrive. “So what do you expect to sit prim and proper while we wait for nearly two hours?” She was recovering her composure as she spoke, lightly massaging the cock peeking out of her panties. A sly expression painted her features. Despite trying, you couldn’t quite keep your eyes away from her spreading legs. “We both know that there’s other ways to fill the time, teach’. Three naughty students to punish...” She was back to her usual infuriating self.

An at once eager and hesitant gasp at the thought of being included and fucking you came from Hector’s direction. You turned toward the distraction, measuring the boi. “I see only one student that should be punished.” She was trying to hide the erection poking through her pants. Only drawing more attention to its throbbing size. “Unless you planned on being fucked during my class, Hector?” Conflicting emotions visibly flashed through in a sequence until the horny sissy finally shook her head. “Just one then. One naughty student to clean the entire classroom because of the mess she made as I take Hector to buy new clothes at the mall. Mave will come along and point us in the right direction.”

Ill-fitting was too generous for her current state. The latina sissy’s huge breast made the shirt ride up far above the navel. Hector seemed to realize that too after you pointed it out, judging by the fresh blush creping up her face.

Moments later, Mave was assaulting her. Clearly fully onboard with your idea, if there was any doubt. Her hands and fingers went everywhere as she poked and prodded the boi’s physique. Hector was in no position to resist, melting and moaning underneath the redhead’s touch. She ignored the weak pleas on as she pulled her toward the door.

With a final challenge to Pinkie you asked if she had any complaints. Summoning an edge of fury into your tone. All she did was glare, accepting her defeat. For now – and probably planning her next steps. But you intended to cut whatever the impish woman had planned from out under her.

In the hallway outside, Hector had managed to escape from the scarlet-headed boi’s clutches and held a good pace several hurried steps ahead of you.

Something soft enveloped your right arm while you weren’t looking. Mave pressed herself further against your side, putting more emphasis on her deep cleavage, and intending to tease you. She started to rub her crotch against the flat of your hand. Then you turned your palm around to better grasp and subtly massage the femboi’s cock.

The wide-eyed surprise when you reciprocated, having expected anything but that from her boring substitute teacher Alex, was only broken when you guided her hand towards your sex. The playful temptress shivered and then searched and found your zipper. There were still layers of clothing between the tips of your fingers, but fewer now and that was felt in every brush stroke either of you made.

Pinkie had won, but you were determined to write the terms of surrender.