Repeating the process, Joey begins to fuck his teacher slowly. As he picks up his pace, Joey feels Mr. Brennan's hand leave his mouth for a moment and hears the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. Soon, the skirt of his cheerleader outfit is rudely shoved into his mouth. The normal taste and smell of cotton fabric permeates Joey's senses, as well as the familiar but new essence of Mr. Brennan's come. 'Oh my God, blowjob He was jacking off into my skirt while he was on the phone earlier!' The thought sends Joey over the edge and he starts to come, his balls tightening and his cock flaring as the first spurt of come fires up and outward, landing on Mr. Brennan's chin, cheek, and chest. Shaking and sweating as the next burst hits his teacher on the chest, Joey goes limp and falls back down onto the full length of cock, his ass muscles squeezing his colon in rhythmic waves as his body rests, shuddering, on Mr. Brennan's chest. The next half dozen spurts of come shoot between Mr. Brennan's hairy stomach and Joey's heaving chest. Smiling at the top of Joey's bobtailed head, he lefts the seniors limp form and moves him onto the woodpress, his 8.5" cock wedged firmly in Joey's still flexing asshole. Satisfied that his fuckboi is steady, Mr. Brennan begins fucking him roughly, sliding his large fuckstick into Joey's bowels to the hilt with every thrust as Joey's legs wrapped themselves around his hips and tightened. Whimpers came from around the edges of the cheerleader skirt still shoved into Joey's mouth as the slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh echoed around the shopclass, Mr. Brennan's grunts softly making a counterpoint to each cum mewl and squeal. As the wooden legs of the woodpress began to rock ever so slightly from the force of the shop teacher's fucking, Joey's toes curled and his back arched upward as he suddenly and forcefully came, his jizz arcing up and out to land on his own face, hot and sticky. Grunts and half-muffled screams sounded from the skirt-stuffed mouth of Joey before he spat it out to moan loudly in freedom. The contractions from Joey's asshole were too much for Mr. Brennan, whose dick suddenly swelled and erupted, sending millions of sperm deep into Joey's ass as Mr. Brennan held their hips together, leaned down, and began to kiss and suck Joey's face, slurping up the boys come as he did so, Joey still coming and coating their torsos with even more of the sticky white substance. They pressed themselves together for what felt like an eternity but was actually closer to several minutes before pulling apart, the soft -plop- of Mr. Brennan's cock as it slid out of Joey's asshole sounding like a cork going off. They both looked at each other and then laughed at the absurdity of the noise and their cumshot position, Mr. Brennan moving towards the cleanup station and throwing Joey a washrag before cleaning himself up with another, then moving to the woodpress and using a fresh handtowel to wipe it down. Getting dressed, Mr. Brennan handed Joey his cheerleader uniform and escorted him out of the building and to their respective cars, Joey hoping behind the wheel of his '96 Honda Civic and winking at Mr. Brennan before screeching off towards home. As Joey turned out of the parking lot and onto the road home, his cell rang again, the 8-bit sounds barely audible over Portishead's Glory Box playing over the sound system. "Heya!" Joey exclaimed into the mouthpiece as he answered the phone. A rough voice came from the earpiece, distorted somewhat, "I saw you and Mr. Brennan today. If you don't want anyone to know about you and he, come to the Oyster Bar alone, tomorrow at oral midnight. Wear your cheer outfit." The mysterious man hung up, leaving Joey breathless. 'Who was this guy? What did he expect pov him to do? And the Oyster Bar? Wasn't that the local gay club?' A smile played across Joey's lips as the thought of what was in store for him tomorrow night sent a thrill of pleasure down his spine. We’ve struggled with it. My name is Edwin Williams and I served four years in the United States Army. We are now waiting for an ambulance for Mr. Ashe.” When the camera stopped she said,” It’s a wrap folk,” and to me,” Mr. Ashe, I am not kidding, I am a cum lawyer specialized in personal injuries. She was on the verge of tears now, which made her look twice as pretty. Gary look over at Luther he sat back in his seat, “Jill why don’t you go back to work think about it, after you get home text us, we know you really want to continue our sexual relationship so do we, if we get you a video of Evan being blowjob ass fucked and blowing a couple of guys it’s a win, win for you and win for us so don’t be rash think about it we’ll talk tonight”. He knows better than me, certainly. “I’ll do yours,” holly replied. Those dimples. “Why don’t we go talk to my family attorney and ask him what he pov thinks. “Let’s say yes. I’ve never known John to even be interested in a woman of color. Killjoy group I woke as it was getting dark; Jon was already up and had put the light on cumshot but hadn’t closed the curtains. She shoved her panties and the toy into a drawer, stepped into her skirt, brushed her hair and teeth, and strolled into the oral kitchen. I waded over to a rock that laid in the middle of the stream. “Like I care, asshole. She turned her head to him and tickled his ear with her tongue tip then kissed his neck. Going into work, I thought “yeah we will have part of next weekend before I leave”.