What Cums Around Goes Around, Again

Whenever she rubbed herself, Melanie was not only touching but being touched, so, with Andrea's compulsory help, for once in her life she could savor just what a pussy felt like on its own.

Tied to the floor, Andrea had no choice but consent to Melanie's disturbingly thorough inspection. Gently, Melanie pushed the hood shrouding Andrea's clit and slowly ran her finger across it eliciting a staggered moan and uncontrolled wiggle. Appreciating the sweet and compassionate respect Melanie was showing, Andrea began relaxing and enjoying the pleasurable feelings her fingers were producing.

However, Andrea couldn't stifle her writhing and cries. Next, Melanie parted her vaginal lips and gazed inside. It appeared to have taken only one slide over her nub to get the juices flowing, coating her walls in preparation for penetration. Bringing her two fingers together, Melanie slowly began to probe deeper.

Andrea felt like she was at the gynecologist, her knees up and legs spread as she saw just the top of some girl's head peering inside her.

Her left out fingers prevented Melanie from going any deeper but it was still far enough to search for Andrea's erogenous G-spot. Andrea had to admit, the one thing about a girl fingering you is they know how to do it—men seem to never get it right at the right time.

Melanie's circular motions knew the exact pressure and speed necessary as they progressed toward her first lesbianic climax. As Andrea edged ever closer to slipping over, Melanie went faster and harder applying more pressure causing Andrea to have her first adulterous orgasm.

Amused with how Andrea's pussy contracted and released before squirting, Melanie felt a deserved sense of gratification. As Melanie disappointingly pulled her fingers out, she played with Andrea's lips testing the limits of their elasticity before eliciting a "yelp" from Andrea and stopping.

Melanie began cataloging what'd spur a sexual response from Andrea. However, her process of elimination was a little unnerving as she often pulled, pinched, or prodded things 'til they became uncomfortable and only then backed off.

Pleased with their progression, Mike was curious to see how Andrea would react if Melanie were to, "...poke her ass with your finger."

"What is she doing back there?" worried Andrea as she tried to put her thoughts elsewhere, but all she could manage to think about was the first time her husband's finger explored that zone. In their two person tub, as they nakedly soaked together, his fingers made their usual vaginal rounds before unexpectedly diving deeper and making unsanctioned anal advances.

As he snuck in through her back door for the first time, Andrea felt a wave of naughtiness wash over her. That was the first time anyone or anything had probed those depths, but something carnal inside of her flared up and aided her in reaching an embarrassingly pleasurable underwater climax, so much so, she feared he'd take it as provocation to go further up that road.

Those thoughts were all it took for her natural juices to kick in as she suddenly found herself nudging her ass forward trying to catch Melanie's finger inside her butt.

Since Andrea's pussy still wasn't producing the juices as rapidly as Melanie's she scooped into her own, coated her finger, and began smearing it around Andrea's clinched back passage.

As she felt Melanie push her personally lubed finger in her still unprepared ass, Andrea couldn't help letting out an animalistic moan.

She did have to focus on relaxing her sphincter before Melanie could push her way in. Melanie didn't know what to expect, but she was surprised to find it having the same warmth and texture as a vagina: a little less lubed and a lot tighter, but beyond that, quite comparable.

Melanie couldn't help but notice how with each pain or pleasure Andrea's ass squeezed extra tight. "So this is the sight James saw that caused him to want to fuck me back there," pondered Melanie, eventually admitting there was something cute about the tiny puckered hole between two soft fleshy cheeks that just made you want to violate it.

Melanie had known nothing about anal sex, until the point James stuck his dick in her backside. It seemed dirty and wrong at first, but once she was able to adjust, it had a certain stimulating quality. Though, she'd never want others to know it happened or especially that she eventually enjoyed it.

They sheepishly looked at each other while gulping down their mutual apprehension as Mike explained oral was next on the playlist. Stripping, kissing, and fingering another girl was one thing, but eating one out, was something entirely different.

Not that she'd necessarily wanted to, but since she knew James wanted her to, Andrea had sucked clean one of the glistening fingers he'd offered her after pulling it out of her particularly sloppy snatch.

It was almost the same for Melanie when she tested her own waters after fingering herself to a soppy climax one night. Each girl had an idea of what their own pussy tasted but were still secretly curious to see what another would taste like—if it ever came to that...

Even with the pill egging her on, Melanie still didn't want to have to be the first to "go down," so she just kept fingering Andrea's butthole and pussy, ultimately settling on the "two in the pink, one in the stink" technique—though she didn't know it was called that at the time.

It provided her with a great comparison opportunity where she was able to understand why guys felt little difference between the entrance points. However, Andrea didn't find them so interchangeable and felt it was quite demeaning to have another girl finger your butt.

Even having used just one finger in Andrea's ass, Melanie had stretched it enough that when Mike told her to pull her finger free, it took a couple of seconds for it to close up shop.

"Since, she," indicating Melanie, "has done the dominant portion of the work so far, don't you feel it is about your turn to take the initiative?" Mike rhetorically asked Andrea.

Concerned with the inextricably linked assumptions inherent in being an active and, somewhat willing participant, Andrea hesitated. "...or, I'll keep you tied on your back and let Melanie have her way with you. The way these pills work, her drive to have an orgasm is just going to increase until it'll be more and more difficult to placate her with halfhearted moves, and before long her elevated need will become unquenchable and she'll instinctually turn against you and take what she wants," explained Mike, exaggerating a few of the details to produce the desired effect.

After being set free both with constraints and fingers, Andrea looked down and found Melanie already eagerly sprawled over the sheets adorning it with her invigorating youth. Surprised with her exuberance, Andrea offered to, "...do my best."

Turning to face impatient Melanie, Andrea assured her, "Don't worry, I'm just trying to make this as enjoyable as I can...err...for you since this'll be your first sexual experience. I am sure you thought it'd be special, with that one perfect guy, and maybe a few years from now but..." If Andrea only knew...so, Melanie just honestly smiled.

"It's okay Mrs. Jensen. I am sorry too, you have to do this against your will," only somewhat convincingly interrupted Melanie, before strangely adding, "I am sure James would understand."

"Fuck my life," thought Andrea knowing she'd now be going down on her student. "At least she's a nice attractive one and not 'Nobody's choosin' Susan,'" thought Andrea to herself picturing the poor unpopular girl from Melanie's grade and instantly feeling guilty about using her negative nickname.

With Melanie laying on her back on the mattress, Andrea, took a deep breath, extended her tongue and started at her feet then ran up Melanie's calf and thigh before crossing above her perfectly shaved pussy and running back down to her other foot. Trying the entire length to get the pressure just right: not too firm as to be committed and not so light as to be halfhearted and just disappointingly ticklish. Deeply conflicted, Andrea found herself becoming all the more involuntarily wet.

Just as her outstretched tongue was about to experience Melanie's privates, Todd accelerated, face planting Andrea right into Melanie's soppy pussy with a splash.

"Sorry, I had to pass a bicyclist," honestly explained their driver from the front. Considering his track record, Melanie began to wonder if he was the best choice for driver.

Andrea shook it off and realized, "Not bad...what do all the guys complain about? They should get a load of each other's spunk before complaining about a girl's tangy taste."

She couldn't deny it felt good going down on another girl and giving her pleasure. They were such gracious receivers. Continuing to eat her out, Andrea reluctantly became more comfortable and adventurous. She couldn't help but admit, "Crap, I'm getting turned on by this."

Trepidation filled her as she knew she shouldn't have these feelings. Guilt would be the more fitting response for cheating on her husband and violating her drugged student; she should feel terrible. But, all she felt was Melanie's juices coating her face, running down her chin, egging her on.

Without even thinking about it, Andrea shoved her face forward reaching her tongue as far inside as it would go, lapping up as much of Melanie's fluids as she could. The sloppy slurping noises created by her sucking on every inch of Melanie's cooch filled the van.

With lust overwhelming her head, Andrea got up and spun a one eighty burying her own sex over Melanie's face. Andrea couldn't believe the amount of fluid spilling out of Melanie's tight cunt. Sure, James had gotten her worked up before, so much so, he could dip a finger inside and bring it out coated in her milky excretions; however, she never felt like she was leaking out wetness before.

Caught in the moment, not even thinking of the repercussions, Andrea and Melanie began matching each other's ever rising oral vigor.

Alternating between tongue fucking her hole and batting her clit, Melanie was making rapid work of Andrea; however, before she crested over someone inserted a finger in her snatch and lifted her off Melanie's mouth and informed them, "Okay that's enough of the oral segment," causing Andrea to suddenly realize she'd been contently munching away for the last little while not giving a thought to the outside world.

Having not been allowed to reach climax through making out, fingering, or cunnilingus, the girls concluded Mike must be exciting them for something else.

Capriciously, but passionately, Melanie sat up and kissed some of her own juices off Andrea's shocked face. Desiring the stimulation Andrea was still reluctant to give, Melanie caught her waist with her legs and pulled her down and atop and resumed making out as before thrusting together their opposing clits.

Andrea conceded the more Melanie touched their engorging nubs together. Unable to control herself or identify the sudden surge of horniness, Andrea joined in. If they only had dicks they would've been fucking the shit out of each other.

Pleased to see the pharmaceutical working for Melanie and their absence not terribly hindering Andrea, Mike directed them to, "Scissor together." The fact neither knew what he was talking about led Mike to consider maybe it wasn't as common a practice as he thought. Spreading apart his pointer and middle finger of each hand before slapping that gap together, Mike demonstrated what he meant.

Both girls sat up, leaned back, and placed their arms behind before making an acute angle with their legs and scooting forward so they'd be able to, "scissor."

It was awkward, but out of desperation they finally found a way and a rhythm that caused their spread pussies to smack together. Not that Andrea was far behind, but since Melanie had a head start, each collision spread more of her own love sauce over Andrea's opening.

Intertwined, their legs slapping and smacking, their dripping pussies mingled together juices until each girl was completely wet as they slipped over to simultaneous orgasms.

Shaking his duffle of toys like Santa shakes his sack of goodies, Mike snapped them out of their sexual stupor, before directing Melanie to, "Pick your first prop." While she cautiously dug through the bag, Andrea continued to aimlessly rub herself through another 'gasm's aftershocks.

Unsure what to pick, Melanie quizzically picked up a strap on, trying to figure out how it worked and what it was for. Mistakenly taking that as the item of her choosing, Mike asked, "Who do you want to wear it?" Melanie, still unsure of its use, looked it over.

Catching a glimpse of what she was holding, Andrea hoped she wouldn't pick herself as the operator of its ridiculous dong, feeling that since she picked it, she should have to take it. Confused, Melanie finally concluded "I...will...?"

Flipping her over, Mike placed Andrea's hands behind her and into Melanie's while presenting her exposed ass to the now cinched in Melanie. "Oops," thought Melanie, suddenly unsure of what to do with the dick strapped to her crotch pointing toward her teacher's unprotected backside.

Certainly having nothing against the woman who'd done so much for her, Melanie tentatively walked on her knees till her new cock was barely touching Andrea's puffing and parting lips. Aiming for the glistening opening, Melanie inched forward forcing Andrea to futilely try relaxing so she could accommodate its impending girth.

Remembering what she'd learned from James' technique, Melanie pierced her tutor and delved deeply causing Andrea to wince and moan, before pulling nearly all of the way out, lingering in only enough to keep her rubber cock buried while giving tiny thrusts across the beginning length of Andrea's cannel.

Once again, Andrea recognized a glimmer of familiarity, but this time she placed its association. When she and James would make love he'd do the same thing Melanie was doing now: nearly pulling out, giving little thrusts, almost popping free each time, and then diving quickly all the way back in.

Adding everything together, coincidence became unlikely, and though she completely trusted James and couldn't fathom him cheating on her, especially with one of her own students, what else could it be? Unexpectedly pulling free, Andrea turned to face Melanie who sat back on her heals, her silicone appendage comically pointing erectly at the ceiling.

Andrea with disarming calm asked, "Why would you seduce and steal my husband; you have so many to pick from who are your own age? He is only a man and you come bounding over each evening in your little gym shorts, swaying your ass and flicking your braided hair—you should know how easily men are tricked by feminine wiles?" laid plain Andrea, "How could you betray our friendship?"

Looking at Mike, unable to deny and embarrassed to have their dirty laundry aired in the middle of the film, especially after Andrea's acknowledgment of "friendship," Melanie didn't know how to explain it wasn't her fault. Pointing at Mike, Melanie exclaimed, "He made us do it, just like we are doing each other now!"

Furious to have her suspicion confirmed, Andrea shouted and pointed at Melanie, "So I was right!" If Melanie wasn't so scared by her teacher's rising temper, she might have realized Andrea hadn't been sure of the adultery until Melanie unwittingly admitted it.

"Oh, what, you were just riding along and all of the sudden landed on his outstretched dick?" sarcastically asked Andrea, "It's a good thing it was there to break your fall."

Saddened to have her should've been special first time mockingly discussed, Melanie did have to admit she'd lost her balance and, in a way, did descend; however James' dick painfully broke her hymen, not her fall.

Andrea was sad to hear her husband was in such a pill educed state he probably enjoyed violating this girl for the first time, and probably thought as little of her as she'd been thinking of him; she now was as guilty as he. To make it even worse, both of these events, caught on camera, would soon be floating around the internet somewhere.

They each glared at Mike. "I couldn't write a better twist if I tried," admitted Mike, washing his hands of the situation, eager to see how these new developments played out.

"Take that thing off and turn around," growled Andrea in her best angry teacher voice. Taking the role of submissive student, unsure, but too stunned to desist, Melanie did as she was told, assuming she'd be receiving a spanking: appropriate considering their suddenly kinky teacher/student relationship.

Cinching the side straps tight for some rough fucking revenge, Andrea took a deep breath and cleared her mind of all conflicting thoughts. Her fingertips folding over Melanie's cheeks and sneaking between her crack began collecting juices reminding and enraging her all the more.

Blaming her for everything that'd gone wrong that day and apparently days before, Andrea began a volley of bare bottom spankings after using those juices to lube her new cock. The slaps echoed off the padded walls of the van as she drew the rapt attention of all three men.

Between each spanking, Andrea expounded her reprimand of Melanie: "This hurt me more than you—'slap'—you should know that—'slap'—what cums around—'slap'—goes around. 'Slap!' Again!-'slap!'"

Andrea began to feel the power and control James must when he commands her to flip around and grabs her hips. She loves to be under his trustable control and wait in anticipation as he adjusts his knees and brings his pecker right up to her entrance. She did the same to Melanie, and then entered with much greater force than James would ever dare. Andrea reveled in the way Melanie's back arched and head shot upright, but despite her wiggles and pleas, Andrea wouldn't let her escape.

Since Melanie was familiar with it, Andrea decided to use James' technique, just with more force and less consideration. Rough sex was something Andrea always thought sounded hot on paper, but James was never comfortable giving it, so she thought she'd try it on Melanie. Plus, she didn't have to worry about going off, she could fuck this damn adulterous teen for as long as she wanted.

Still unsatisfied with her punishment, Andrea flailed around until she spotted it, peaking out of Mike's bag. "Oh, this'll be perfect," commented Andrea as she reached out and retrieved a big phallic shape from his duffle.

When she reached for it, she didn't know it was a two headed one, but it'd still work for what she had in mind.

When Mike exclaimed, "Woe; go big or go home," Melanie became quite concerned. It might be cliché, but Mike had to concede "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn," after hearing Andrea crying out, "You like big dicks so much, well here's one for you!" She pulled free just as Melanie's eyes grew wide and her cunt involuntarily clinched in fear.

Andrea thrust that beast inside of Melanie. Using the opposite end as a handle, she was able to control the depth and ferocity of each blow. Andrea no longer desired to make anything special—Melanie lost consideration the same time Andrea found she'd broken the exclusive sexual connection she'd had with her husband.

It frustrated Andrea to find Melanie enjoying it rough and, if moans were any indication, building towards another climax. Andrea's pounding of Melanie's little twat only managed to give her another orgasm—not the punishment she'd hoped for.

"Okay, that's enough, I let you get your revenge, but now it is time for you to make up and have a 'bonding' experience before I let you go," explained Mike.

Andrea left the dildo buried inside of Melanie's snatch, the other end of it dangling out behind, as she turned to face Mike and hear what his last scene would consist of, thankful to have the end in sight.