Summoning my Succubus Mother Ch. 04

She hummed happily as Linda crawled out and stood up. She had pussy cream coating her face, her sandy-blonde hair mussed. She spun around, her ass cupped by her tight jeans. She raised her hand in the air.

"Yes, Linda?" Mrs. Spartan asked.

"May I fuck Henry's dirty cock, Mrs. Spartan?" the blonde asked. "His dick is dirty with Brenda's asshole, and I thought my pussy would be perfect to clean him."

"Class is almost over," said Mrs. Spartan. "You can do whatever you like once you leave here. Now sit down."

"Yes, Mrs. Spartan," she moaned and took the seat beside me. She flashed me a dazzling smile and then leaned over and whispered, "I know the perfect spot you can fuck me. You'll love it."

"Are you on the pill?" I asked.

"I have a diaphragm," she said. "Don't you know how those hormones mess you up? It's totally not healthy to mess with your cycle like that."

"My mom has a similar belief," I said.

"Smart." She grinned at me. "Your mom was hot. Ooh, you were just breast--"

"Linda, do I need to spank your ass and turn you into pussy-loving slut?" asked Mrs. Spartan."

"N-no, Mrs. Spartan," Linda gasped and clamped her mouth shut.

The last seven or so minutes of the class passed with my dick buried in Brenda's asshole. Izolde and Dominique made out the entire time while Mrs. Spartan gave us a paper to write on the cause of the Peloponnesian war. Everyone groaned in annoyance except the two girls locked in their passionate kiss.

When class was over, Brenda slid off my dick and fetched her pants and panties. I drew mine up while Linda glommed onto me. She still had pussy juices on her lips when she kissed me. I tasted Brenda's tart cunt for the first time.

"Come on," Brenda said. "What do you have next?"

"Math," I said.

"You must be so good at Math," Linda said as we walked out of the classroom, Izolde and Dominique making out heavily. "So why don't we blow it off. At least the start. You can fuck me with that dirty dick. How does that sound?"

I was about to answer when I heard my phone chirp. "That's my mom," I gasped and shoved my hand into my pocket. I drew it out and read, "You've been busy. Two orgasms. What happened?"

I hesitated. "How can I tell if a woman's a witch?"

"Why?" I could feel the intensity of her response. "Is someone at your school a witch?"

"I think, maybe, Mrs. Spartan, my history professor, is."

"I'll be right there! Don't go near her! Find someplace safe to hide!"

To be continued...