Flip onto your front

You can't let her get at your cock again, so you quickly flip onto your front to hide it. Hiss Heath mounts you anyway, straddling your lower back. She grabs your wrists and holds them down, effectively pinning you. You grunt and try to shake her off, but it's impossible from this position. Glancing up you see Miss Locke watching the two of you.

"Looks like you've got yourself trapped boy" She remarks with a smirk.

She was right, but for the time being, you're safe. Your cock is uncomfortably pressed against the floor, but Miss Heath cant get at it, so you can use this time to formulate a plan.

So can Miss Heath

She yanks one of your wrists around behind your back, and releases the other. You try to use your now freed hand to push up, but the pitiful result makes you wish you'd worked out more. Barely managing to shift yourself at all you rush to try something else, before you get the chance however, you feel a damp finger poking at your ass.

"It was so nice of you to present yourself like this" Miss Heath teases "I knew you loved it in the ass, but I didn't think you would give up the chance to cum inside me just for another prostate pounding. Unfortunately for you I don't have any lube, so my spit is all you're getting. I'm sure you'll enjoy it." She concludes her sentence by forcing her finger inside you.

She clearly knows how to do this, as she quickly finds your prostate and begins to rub her finger firmly against it. Your body responds as expected, your cock throbbing as you feel a jolt of pleasure emanating from your ass. You squirm beneath her and make another feeble attempt at using your free hand to push yourself up, but you fail to gain any leverage. The pleasure she's forcing upon you is making you even weaker. Miss Heath giggles as she sees your hand go limp as you start to give in to her. Your body knows what it needs and wont let you fight it. Have something in your ass makes you feel so good, so slutty. You instinctively shimmy your hips, giving her a better angle to finger you. You moan weakly as your resistance utterly crumbles.

"Yes.." you gasp softly as she grinds her finger against your prostate, harder and faster.

"You're such a greedy whore aren't you? Admit it. You cant control yourself you slut, you don't deserve Miss Locke" She replies

"Yes....yes I'm a whore...a dirty..needy whore...I don't deserve anything....I just need to be used...by anyone...anything...." You confess, your mind a haze as you reach the edge of orgasm. Then it hits you, wave after after of orgasmic bliss. Your body quiver as you moan a senseless string of words. "Fuck...yes....fuck me.....i need....fuck my......whore....fuck my ass".

Miss Heath continues to work your hole, not allowing the pleasure to end, forcing your orgasm to last for well over two minutes. You dont want it to ever end, this incredible feeling as every nerve in your body feel alight with pleasure.

The next thing you know, it's over. Miss Heath is still sitting on you, although no longer straddling you, and she's delicately stroking your head whilst saying something to Miss Locke that you can't quite make out. You feel sluggish, like you're in a dream. No matter how hard you try, you can't quite piece together the events of the last few minutes. She made you cum...it felt amazing, and now it's over. Did you pass out?

"Looks like he's back with us" Miss Locke notes

Miss Heath smiles down at you. "I think I gave him more pleasure than he could handle"

The small puddle of drool beneath your mouth would agree with her. Seems the orgasm was so intense it practically broke your mind for a short while.

You remain in a daze as your two teacher help you to your feet and put your clothes back on. Miss Locke leads you to the door and gives your ass a firm spank as you leave, giving you a taste of what your going to miss out on. She closes the door behind you, and the last words you hear from inside the room are Miss Locke's, commanding Miss Heath to "Get on your knees whore". You struggle to get the mental image of Miss Locke dominating her out of your mind as you begin to walk home.