"Yesssss, yessss!" Cass yelled.

She was humping her cunt at him harder with every thrust of his steel-like prick. Her cunt sucked and kneaded his cock-meat with all her skill.

Guy thrust deep into her pussy and began short, battering jabs as he felt his balls respond and prepare to explode.

Cass stiffened under him and beat a tattoo on his back with her heels while she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

"Ooooh, ooooh," she whimpered as the first jet of spunk flooded her cunt.

Jet after jet smashed against the walls of her fucktunnel as Guy kept up his frantic poking. Every thrust he made produced a squirt of cum.

She ground her clit against his shaft to extract every second of pleasure she could get from his fucking.

Finally the last drops dribbled out and he became still. Cass dropped her legs and arms to the carpet and went limp. Her eyes were dosed and her chest heaved as she waited to recover from the tremendous effort she had put into the fuck.

Guy lay beside her and stroked her body with his fingertips and kissed her. When she opened her eyes she smiled at him.

"That, sir, was a real fuck," she said.

"Your husband told me you were a great fuck, but I didn't think you'd be that good. I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you."

"Where did you see me?" Cass asked, puzzled. "There's a picture in the staffroom of a farewell party for a previous headmaster and you're very prominent in that."

"I remember the night that was taken," said Jack, who had thrown off his clothes and was kneeling between Cass's knees. "Your hair was all tousled because you'd been outside with a couple of senior boys. I never did find out whether they'd fucked you."

"I told you," she said with an enigmatic smile, "I don't remember."

Jack got down on her and plunged into her squelchy cunt. Guy lay on the floor beside them watching Cass suck in more cock.