That Billy keep his promise

“You still haven’t kept your promise.” Jazmin says. “You told me that if I wrote that on the lockers, I’d get to have your cock, didn’t you”

“Yes.”

“Well I want to take it right here.”

“Yes.” Billy replies

But Jazmin wonders for a moment if she didn’t hear that reply in stereo.

Doesn’t matter. She’s already slinked down to her knees beside Billy’s chair, her head quickly lowering itself onto his member, her lips wrapping around it, and then pushing down onto it.

Jazmin knows that she gives good head, her tongue swirling around the throbbing cock, her lips sucking and popping on it. She soaks it with her spit, pulling her head back so strands of saliva stretch between the cockhead and her mouth. Then she delves in for more.

After a few more minutes of slurping on his cock, Jazmin sits up straight and pulls off her tank top, then her bra, exposing her thick, erect nipples. Then she pushed down her shorts, revealing her glistening twat.

“Remember when you told me how you leave your door cracked when you have a girl in your bedroom just in case your mom wants to watch?”

“Yes”

Jazmin glances over at Mrs. Thomms. Yup, still a mess. Her eyes are glossed over as if she’s given up trying to control them. They just gaze at her son’s wet cock. And she’s no longer rubbing her breasts. No, she’s moved on. Her hand is now pushed into the top of her pencil skirt.

Jazmin climbs onto Billy’s lap, reverse cowgirl and lowers her slit onto his cock. She hisses in delight at the moment of penetration. And then begins to bounce.

She’s sweaty. Billy is sweaty. The principal’s office smells of sex. She imagines that Mrs. Thomms is sweaty. But she wants to know for sure.

“Mmmm, your mom should come over here.” Jazmin says.

“Come over here, Mom.” Billy agrees.

But Mrs. Thomms hesitates. “C’mon,” Jazmin insists. “This is already happening. No one else ever had to know about it.”

Knowing she’s been well primed with the voodoo doll, Jazmin expects Mrs. Thomms to give in in 3.. 2...

She pushed back her chair and practically falls off it, crawling out from behind her desk on all fours, crawling toward the place where the beautiful ebony girl bounces on her son’s cock.

“Lick me.” Jazmin says.

Mrs. Thomms looks up at her with big uncertain eyes. She’ll need a little encouragement.

“I bet you were a little slut in your day.” Jazmin says. “I bet this won’t be the first time you lick a pussy as it’s being stuffed” though she leaves out the “with your son’s cock” part.

Mrs. Thomms gives a little smirk and the. Presses her tongue agains Jazmin’s dark, wet slit.

She licks, as best she can, her tongue attacks the girl’s twat, finding her clit and intertwining itself with it.

Jazmin moans. The sensation of Mrs. Thomms’ tongue on her pussy is amazing. But it’s also amazing when she doesn’t feel a tongue on herself. Because she know that means Mrs. Thomms tongue has briefly slipped off her and onto her son’s shaft.

“Mmmm yes” Jazmin moans

“Yes, yes.” Billy echoes.

Jazmin looks down at her principal. “Now lick his balls.”

Again she pulls away and hesitates.

So Jazmin gives encouragement “what, you think of you don’t do it you’re gonna win an award for morality? Cmon those balls need licking and you know it.”

Mrs. Thomms looks at her son’s sack, covered in Jazmin’s dripping juices and saliva. And it doesn’t take long for her to decide to add her own.

Her tongue glides along her son’s rigid scrotum, gleefully drenching every inch. She slips a testicle into her mouth and slurps on it for a few moments. Then the other.

Watching it all happen Jazmin feels like she wants to cum. This is how it should be, she thinks, the world unafraid to indulge in perversity. This is how it will be when Asmodeus arrives. It’s so close now.

“Now switch places with me.” Jazmin says to Mrs. Thomms. She expects another hesitation. But there is no hesitation. Mrs. Thomms gets to her feet and starts pulling off her clothes.

First her blouse comes off, a few buttons popping as it goes, then her bra revealing her lovely if somewhat droopy d-cups and pointy nipples. Then she hikes up her pencil skirt revealing a pair of soaking wet panties, so obliterated with moisture that she’s rubbed holes into the crotch. She tears them off literally showing her hairy twat.

Jazmin laughs to herself. It was just some stupid graffiti she made up to get into trouble. Who’d have known it was true. The forces of lust must be looking down on her.

But no time to ponder coincidence. Mrs. Thomms is ready, so Jazmin slides her slit off Billy’s thick cock and watches as his mother climbs on.

Jazmin supposes that the sight of Mrs. Thomms’ hairy cunt wrapping it’s lips around her son’s raging meat is maybe the best thing she’s ever seen.

But is not the sight of victory. Not quite yet.

“Do you love your son’s cock?” Jazmin asks.

“God yes!” Mrs. Thomms responds, in the throes of irrational passion.

“Yes!” Billy echoes.

“Do you want to be a slut for your son’s cock forever?” Jazmin can’t help herself.

A tear rolls down Mrs. Thomms cheek. Perhaps she’s sad that she’s only now realizing her purpose in life “yes please!” she says her breasts bouncing up and down as she rides the familial teenage cock faster and faster.

And Jazmin knows it’s time to share this moment with others.