The Awakening

Wide-eyed and with an open-mouthed grin John said, “I don’t believe this.”

“Believe it Tiger, you just hit the jackpot,” said Maria with a huge beautiful smile. “Now, who do you want the most?”

In that moment, something in John turned on. It is something primal; something that the last 4.2 billion years of evolution has led up to. He was the Alpha Male now. He John Alexander Doe is in control. He is Dominant. John knew, deep down, he knew that if he are to remain so, he must act as if he were the Alpha Male. John rose.

“Miss Furr, Maria you get over here,” he said with a new authority. For a moment, both Maria and Ms. Furr were stunned by this sudden change in the little geek they have known for so long. “NOW!” John barked. They both rush to stand before you. His throbbing member points to the gap between the two beauties. “Ok, let’s get started. Strip.” Ms. Furr and Maria exchange a glance and a playful grin. Their hands fly to begin their work. “Slowly!” he added.

They both began by kicking off their shoes. After which Maria places her hands on her jeans, where she whips off her belt, pops the button, and unzips them painfully slow. Meanwhile, Ms. Furr is unbuttoning her blouse. As she opens her top, she reveals a black brassiere. Maria places her hands on her jeans’ waistband. “Wait,” John commanded. “Maria, turn around when you do that.” Obediently, Maria twists around and bends over as she reveals her cute pink thong. Her ass is beautiful, it is full and strong, but it is a far cry form the horrid thunder-thigh. She even has a cute little birthmark in the shape of a heart. She steps out of her jeans. She turns around again sending her long thick raven hair flying and smiles as she glances at John still raging cock. Ms. Furr is now free of her top and is now leisurely unzipping her skirt. John ripped off his own shirt and soon he was wearing nothing but his spear, which is hanging stiff and strong. The nymphs continue to remove their clothing. The girls are quickly freed of all their garments, with jovial mirth.

John walked between them; as he passed, he placed a gentle kiss on the closet teat of each girl. He continued past to Ms. Furr’s desk and with one swipe of his arm, he clear it. Ms. Furr quickly begins to admonish John, but before she can he instructed, “We Shall be using this.”

He pointed a finger at the desk, “Lay here on your back, Miss Furr.” She obeys. Maria seems almost disappointed. Ms. Furr lays her beautiful soft body on the table. Her long rich brown hair spreads out on the desk. “Arms above your head, Miss Furr.” She complies. Her ample natural breasts spill over her chest. They were a solid D-cup if not more, John was sure of that and they are beautiful, not that Maria’s were not beautiful. Maria’s whole body has a harder more muscular beauty, where Miss Furr’s was more of a soft tender beauty. “Maria get over here and suckle on Miss Furr’s tits, I’m sure she’ll like that.” He looked at Ms. Furr. “Don’t move.” John watched Ms. Furr squirm as Maria sucks and lick the teacher’s tit. He gradually spread her legs apart. John begin to place kisses all along Ms. Furr’s inner thigh, nearing but never reaching her warmth. All this has driven her to brink of sexual insanity.