Tutoring Darla

Darla is still frightened, but something has changed. Before, this nightmare couldn't end fast enough. Now, she wants it, needs it. Now she doesn't want it to end.

I climb on top of her, and, freeing my dick from my panties, I slide it into her tight, warm cunt. I'm gentle, but that doesn't last long. Before I know it, my wife has rammed her dildo into my ass up to the hilt. I crash in turn into Darla and hear her give out a moan of pleasure. It doesn't take long for my wife to get into a rhythm and before long she's fucking Darla with my dick, carefully modulating her strokes to maximize the girl's pleasure, which is good because with this intense stimulation I won't last long.

Under me, Darla is making gurgling, animalistic noises. I'm talking a mile a minute. Darla can't shut the fuck up during her everyday life; I can't shut up during sex. It's a vice my wife has mostly cured me of through her loving discipline, but tonight I can't stop myself. "Fuck her tight young cunt ... oh yeah, she feels so good ... fuck her with my dick ..."

My wife is in total control now, using the cock she has buried in my ass to ride Darla to an intense, almost earth-shattering orgasm. As soon as I feel her orgasm start, I let myself go, filling her with cum.

As soon as it's over, I'm breathing as if I've run a marathon, and Darla is nearly passed out. My wife pulls out of my ass with a plop and begins to walk out of the room, headed to the guest bedroom for a well-deserved rest. Just before she goes, she turns to me with one final instruction: "Clean her out."

I ease my softening dick out of Darla's pussy and am on my way down to lick my seed from her sopping wet cunt as I hear her say the first thing I've heard her say since her evening began. "Professor," she says in a weak voice, "what lessons will I learn next?"