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Harry let out a sigh of relief. He pumped his hips forcefully again, then again and again, each time pushing deep into Molly’s tingling cunt. He felt her wetness all around him, her incredible heat closing around all of his prick.

Lash rode her hand, filling her cunt with her fingers while she watched Harry come down on Molly. The girl clung joyfully to her teacher, crying out her pleasure, urging him to give her more, to fuck her harder. Lash sighed. Even for all her skill, there was nothing quite like a virgin cunt. She would just have to get used to Harry splitting his attention between the two of them.

Harry no longer worried about hurting Molly. He didn’t worry about anything. All he could care about was Molly’s tight pussy and how wild it drove him. His straining, swollen cock was worked over inside her sex, squeezed and massaged. He felt himself melting towards orgasm. Without any concern for harming Molly, Harry drove his hips between her thighs, brutally forcing his cockhead to the depths of her pussy. He wouldn’t stop even if he hit her womb.

Below him, Molly went cross-eyed. She was used to getting off on a massaging showerhead. She wasn’t at all ready for how much more there could be to sex. It wasn’t just an orgasm. It was being utterly in Harry’s power, totally devoted to his pleasure, her very body turned into a component of his satisfaction. He was going to come and she was going to love it.

Harry barked out a laugh as he felt the first blazing rope of cum release from him. Molly experienced it inside her, making itself be taken, and lustfully gurgled as she accepted it. Not just his cockholster now. She was a cum dumpster. A receptacle for all the passion Harry could possibly have in him.

Lash came with them. Watching the two fuck had aroused her until euphoria seemed to flow through her womanhood in continuous convulsions. Then she heard a shrill keening from Molly.

She focused and saw that beautiful, newly minted woman had thrown her slender legs high into the air. Her body spasmed wildly while Harry continued to rut into her, making sure she got all of the lust he held for her.

“I’M COMING!” Molly whined. “Oh, God, Harry, you’re making me do it too! AAAGGGHHH!”

Harry’s athletic body quivered, his ass jerked convulsively, then he groaned and lay still. A puddle rapidly spread under his and Molly’s joined crotches.

“Don’t stop, Harry!” Lash cried, rubbing at Harry’s arm. “Keep going! Give her more!”

“I can’t, Lash, there’s no more,” Harry said, rolling away from Molly with an expression like he would appreciate a bag of ice for his grievously well-used groin.

Molly writhed and whimpered where she lay, pounding her fists and kicking her feet. “No, don’t stop!” she cried. “Please, just one more!”

Lash could see how much she wanted it. And it wouldn’t take much to give Molly the release she was craving. Without any consideration, she dropped between Molly’s quivering thighs and drove her face into Molly’s sex.

“Yes, yes, lick me! Suck me off!” the girl keened.

Reaching down with both hands, Lash spread Molly’s sex open and put her tongue where Harry’s prick had so recently been. The sudden change in sensations from the aftertaste of being fucked to Lash’s hot, wiggling tongue drove Molly crazy.

But it wouldn’t last long. Lash finished her off with a tongue on her clit and two fingers inside her slot.

“YES! I’M COMING! I LOVE YOU FOR MAKING ME COOOMMMEEE!” Molly screamed.

She swelled and thrust her hips upward, bursting into climax, her cunt now full of juice that Lash greedily devoured. And even when there was nothing more to swallow, Lash kept going with a surging tongue and pumping fingers, kissing away at the girl’s throbbing clit until another blasting orgasm crashed through Molly’s body.

She couldn’t take anymore after that. Molly moaned in protest and pushed Lash away from her with what little strength was left in her.

“No more, Lash, I can’t take it! It’s too much!”

“Beautiful,” Lash sighed in contentment. “Then it’s my turn again.”

For Molly, suddenly there was another woman’s pussy right in her face. She found it fascinating. There was always something so interesting about another girl’s vagina. How clean it was, how groomed it was, the color, the smell. It was only curiosity, Molly told herself. This was the closest she’d been to one. But it certainly was appealing, how it made its way down between Lash’s thighs in a smooth swell, like a caress made out of flesh. A lovely picture. Exciting, too, in the same way all Harry’s touches and whispered words had been.