Watch Mrs. Green's solo action

You start reaching for the handle of Mrs. Green's door and then you catch Slut rolling her eyes and moving beyond you, moving right through the door as she shook her head. Following her lead, you push through the door just a step behind her.

Inside you see Mrs. Green, not being ravaged by an orgy or ghosts as you might have suspected based on what you were seeing in the hallway, but by herself and what had to have been the biggest dildo you've ever seen. The thing had to be the size of a horse cock but was distinctly human shaped if not cartoonishly huge. The thing had to be as thick as your forearm and she was sloshing it in and out of her box like she was trying to drown it and she was using it to punch her cervix like it owed her money.

"Fuck me, you fucking little bastards!" she panted, her voice muffled but understandable and quiet. You checked her out as you tore your eyes away from her pussy as she plunged her furry box. She'd lost weight. Her form was still thick and curvy, but her abs were flexing and heaving...and deforming with that giant's cock she was fucking. Her skirt was on the table, her high-heeled wedge shoes on top of them. Her sweater was up high enough to see the bottom of her bra, lacy but engineered to hold her massive, wobbling jugs as her arms flailed viciously as she punished her pussy and moaned like a whore in heat.

"Fuck that's hot....she's wanting her students to fuck her..." Slut whispered. Your eyes kept traveling up your former teacher's body and you realized what she was using to muffle her screams; it was a pair of lace panties that matched her bra.

The next thing you know you're beside her desk, watching her pussy lips suck tight against that monster; it must be four inches thick as it sloshes in and out of her and her drooling snatch flows continuously into a small puddle on her chair and under it. Fuck was she working hard to keep herself in shape, and it looked and sounded like she was doing it by fucking herself skinny.

"Jesus..." you moan out, your cock hard and throbbing.

"She's done this for years," Slut purred. "Even when you were still here, John," she added.

"I never...we never..." you stammer, wrapping your head around what she said. You were surprised that the whole room never smelled like pussy; but then you realized that it always smelled like pussy. Her pussy. The same one that was drooling a milk-thick run of cum down her soaked chair from between her cum-splattered thighs and all over the back side of her desk and the floor.

"What if you would have?" Slut whispered against your neck, suddenly right next to you and fishing your cock out of your pants. "What would you have said?" she chided, her hand on your dick as you stood a foot from your masturbating former teacher.