Principles of penetration

"In to your ass then," I pulled her panties to the side.

"Very good." Mrs. Jannon looked more composed upon our proceeding forward. "People your age get distracted at the drop of a pin."

Or the flip of a skirt, I thought dryly.

I flashed my pants away and out sprung my engorged cock, flowing with action-ready blood. Wordlessly, I pulled Mrs. Jannon's skirt up to her waist, rubbing the supple flesh of her fully exhibited ass. Nice and tender.

"You're not thinking of..."

"Don't worry," I reassured the woman, "just giving a feel."

She hmph'd, as I moved my caressing of her bottom to the sides of her cheeks.

I softly pressed against her skin.

"Bon voyage, Mrs. Jannon," my mouth campily wished. I then grabbed both her hips.

"Take it easy, mind you," she side-glanced a centimeter over her shoulder. "Anal should be treated wit--" Whatever instructional briefing she had been murmuring this time crumbled into a breath-faltering hiss as I pushed my junk into her trunk, then out, then back in again for another second helping of numerous. "OHH, OH GAWD," her fingers clawed the table, finding a hold through its open-ringed surface as her neck jerked up in instinctive recoil. "OH SHIT!" She bit her lower lip. "Oh! Aghck!"

My hands slid up her torso, clasping her tight frame. Leaning in, I ventured, "Hanging in there, Mrs. Jannon?"

"Yes! Erfh!" She hung her head, breathing sharply. "Just--OOGHF--fuck my ass quick and hard, get your fix. I -- ohshit! -- I need to get b-baaaa-aack!, to, to, umph, the office..."

"Yes, m'am."

As I focused on railing her, I thoughtfully ensured that my excavation of her rear would feel like the most severe plowing she'd felt in her life. The woman endured a wave of stinging discomfort for the first minute or two, but it didn't take long before it healthily gave way to a frictional, prurient, overwhelming pleasure.

"Ohhhh-hooogh shit, ohh GAH," she gulped. "--HAGHD..!"

Well, maybe a more balanced diet was on the menu.

Soon, liquids trickled down her legs, the stimulation driving rivers out of her honeypot. Feeling helpful, I stuck two digits into her pussy. They acutely fiddled against her dripping wet lips, causing her to moan loudly, and hard.

Meanwhile, above, I pounded unrelentingly.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, schlicked each rhythmic pummeling of her booty.

"Yes, yes, YEESSS!" cried Mrs. Jannon in return.

That's right, I murmured in my head. Yes yes yes your way to freedom now Mrs....

"Mrs. Jannon!" followed a light set of footsteps. "You're looking lively today."

The woman twisted her neck left, hair pooling below her as her cheek rubbed against the surface of the table.

Suddenly chirping from the side was, after a sure lift of my head, a visitor: a nice bodied, curly-haired girl. She looked just a few years older than me, with a folder hugged against her abdomen. After eyeing her top to bottom, there was no missing the fact that she was in remarkable shape, and equipped with great jeans-wrapped legs. I gathered that she was of partial Polynesian ancestry, judging from the light-brown shade of her skin and after a vague mental purview (mostly after the vague mental purview). Her Pacific facial features shaped her face in a wonderfully exotic fashion.

I held down the urge to quip as I realized that same face was currently smiling at us. At me, most confoundingly of all, as I gave her apparent older-aged friend's ass-hole a chockful of dick -- right in front of her, on a table in the middle of school campus.

"I thought I'd find you in the office," the young woman continued, "but after you didn't show up the girl at the front desk said you might still be finalizing next week's Multicultural Program in room 215 with Mr. Kramer, so I was on my way there." She lifted her spare arm to gesture at our tumultuous sexmaking. "What a surprise it was for me to see you here, getting fucked up the ass just a few yards down!"

A corner of my lip twitched while the girl's innocuous laugh melded into the background. Funny. Somehow, that was both an understatement and a severely non-cognizant under-reaction.

"S-sorry, Mila," grunted Mrs. Jannon, "I'll get to you, I, oh, OH, OHHHH, p-p-prromise," deep breath. "I just needed to help out this student with his see-HEH-HEH-YEEESSSS! Oh... his.. his sexual issue first." Abruptly, I kicked up my penetrative speed, slapping against her behind a few times a blink, and Heather's arm flinched in search of something to hold onto. "Ohgawd oh gawd oh, ohohoh..!"

"I understand completely, Mrs. Jannon," Mila took a seat on the other side of the table, flipping one side of curls over her shoulder. "You're as duty bound as ever, I see. I can't believe it's already been two years since I was helping you coordinate field trips with the rest of the student council..."

"Oof!" cried Mrs. Jannon. "Uuhmn! Ah--AHG, yes, yes, YEESS!"

"It's nice to be back." Mila reminisced. "To be one of the hosts for this year's Multicultural event, as great as the cross-educational point allocation this nets back at college is, and getting points in place of our final communications exam... it's like putting on an old dress!"

So she was a graduate from here, huh? Welcome back to hell, I guess.

As she spoke, I couldn't help but notice a slight accent. It was mostly muted but still nimble on the tongue, and, I won't deny, gave my rod a little stir. Mrs. Jannon yelped another response.

"Th-thanks for volunteering, Mila. And yes, of c-course... this will only take another--"

Thrust!

"M-minute..!"

Thrust!

"G-god," the second-in-command rung, "my ass..."