Mrs. Honey

"OHHH GODDD boy kiss my TITS, suck my TITS!"

"MMMFF! MMFFF!" he replied, with his mouth full of them.

Unbidden, the college boy started to work his body in sync with his mature mistress's rhythmic fucking. He lifted his butt off the floor to match Maxine's downward thrusts and shove his cock even deeper into her, while rotating his groin slightly to rub it more firmly against her fully extended clit. Maxine loved that!

"OHH DAMN baby that's so GOOD—it's rubbing my CLIT—my clit's so HOT—that's so GOOD!"

"OHH!—OHH!—Missus—HONEY!" Skip cried out, as the big curvy MILF responded by fucking him even harder!

Skip now knew that the drug the Professor had given him hadn't just caused the hard-on of his young life, but had also turned the sensitivity of his cock up to eleven while also delaying his urge to climax! And, heavily stoned on all the female pheromones and musk he'd inhaled and ingested while oralizing Maxine's pussy and ass, the college boy felt as if he and this larger-than-life Black lady, as old as his mother, were literally fucking each other's brains out!

And Maxine was just as much into it herself, pounding her plush body against the wiry youth, stimulated by every inch of his long and thick erection, and shouting out incoherent dirty talk and curses. The furious fucking continued for a long time there on the floor, under the delighted voyeur eyes of Professor Vanessa.

And then, finally—

"OHH!—OHH!—I'm gonna CUM—I'm gonna CUM!" Skip wailed.

"MEEE TOOO!" keened Maxine. "Cum INSIDE me boy—cum WITH me!"

And then they began to scream in unison:

"OHHHHHH—AAAAAAHHHHHHH!—YEEEEESSSS!!"

Once more, the big lady janitor's vaginal and buttock muscles throbbed in a gut-jumbling female orgasm, as she milked Skip's cock to a simultaneous climax.

And the college boy's long-tormented, deprived body finally let loose! His legs locked around Maxine's thighs, he threw his head backward with his mouth agape, and he fired four—five—six!—enormous blasts of body-hot semen deep into the older woman's womb!

With each mind-melting spasmic spurt into his mature mistress, Skip shrieked in utter relief and mindless ecstasy!

"OHHHH!—UNGGHH!—GODDD!—MISSUS!—OHHH!—HONEY!"

"OHH BABY—OHH JEEZUS!—OHH FUCK!—YESSSS!" were Maxine's responses.

In the throes of her own mighty orgasm, Maxine savored the feel of each churning ejaculation of male spunk as it splashed against her cervix and blended with her own oozing cum. Not wanting to drench the carpet underneath their bodies, she pressed her crotch hard against Skip's to trap the flood of mixed male and female sex juices inside her snatch, and sprawled heavily atop him to wait until her womb could absorb it all.

She was still the chief custodian, after all!

Presently, Maxine raised herself up on her elbows to look at Skip's dazed face. His eyes were glazed over and he had a goofy grin on his face.

"That was nice, baby," she murmured, and planted one last kiss on his lips. Then she rose, slowly and carefully.

"Daayum! He came a ton inside me," she said to the Professor.

"We can have him clean it all out with his mouth, if you want," suggested the Professor.

"Nah. I kinda like the feeling of it. Can't conceive no more, but it's nice to imagine like I still could..."

Sated and relaxed, Maxine dressed leisurely, while the Professor sat behind her desk, and young Skip remained naked on his back on the floor. Even so soon after the most intense ejaculations he'd ever experienced, his cock was still partially erect.

Once dressed, Maxine nodded her thanks to Professor Vanessa, then turned to address Skip.

"I got another shift tomorrow night, baby—same time and place—in case you want another date! Be seein' you!" The voluptuous ebony MILF winked at him, and left.

Skip rubbed his eyes and began to sit up, but the Professor stopped him short.

"Stay right where you are!" the elegant Black academic commanded. Tom hurriedly lay back down on the carpet.

The Professor rose from behind her desk and walked over to him. She stood directly above his upturned face with her legs wide. The college boy looked up and swallowed nervously—but meanwhile, his cock rose to full hardness once again.

Professor Vanessa wore nothing beneath her short skirt. Unlike Maxine's big unruly bush, her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a straight dark landing strip. Her dusky labia and pink clit were also less pronounced than Mrs. Honey's were, but Skip could see that they were just as wet, and just as swollen with anticipation.

"You've passed the course," the Professor assured Skip, as she began to lower her hungry crotch toward his face. "But now let's talk about extra credit."