Clara rolls onto palms and knees and crawls off to the top of the queen-size, proffering her tightly pumped beachball rear. The cocky little slut even peers over her shoulder as it to check whether Jed’s following.

Jed retracts his length from Lily’s well-fucked throat, a web of saliva trailing after, before it splatters down onto her chin and upper chest. Then he manhandles the bleary, panting girl up and around, till she’s perched on the bed’s edge. His touch on her damp skin is soft, mollifying even, after the harshness of his oral penetration, but he divides his gaze equally between her and Clara. ‘Hey, Lil,’ he says, kneeling before her and kissing lips that have just been stretched around his pumping shaft, ‘know what ‘inevitable’ means?’

She utters a soft ‘Uh-huh’, as he smooths her tousled hair back towards its former silky smoothness.

‘Course you do – you’re an English student. But do you know what it means right now?’

‘No,’ Lily says, her voice earnest. ‘Tell me...’

Jed kisses her mouth again, one palm gently caressing her thigh. ‘It means my cock buried deep in your friend’s ass.’ Lily’s eyes take on their saucer shape – the one from before he and Clara got her naked. ‘Don’t fret, Lil. I said her ass.’ To start with, Hyde adds secretly. ‘But you’re going to help.’

‘What are you two plotting?’ Clara calls impatiently. Her hand is back frigging insistently between her legs.

‘Crawl to her,’ Jed tells Lily, and the blonde girl nods, her instinct to obey eclipsing any lingering chariness. She rolls over and pads her way on all fours to where Clara’s ass is stationed, her own sleek bottom swaying as she goes. Jed climbs up after her and places tender hands upon her rear once she pauses, mouth inches shy of her best friend’s quivering cheeks.

‘Lick her ass,’ he says. She looks around as though to check his meaning, and even Clara turns her head in surprise. ‘You heard me, Lily. Lick her slutty ass. With your slutty tongue.’ Neither his voice nor his stare (nor for that matter his prodding cock) brook dissent. Lily turns back and draws her tongue, smooth and wet, up the curve of Clara’s cheek right at the cleft. ‘Nice,’ Jed says. ‘Sexy. But it’s not what I meant, and you know it.’ Lily looks to him again with that wide-eyed solemnity that swells his dick so hard. ‘Get her wet,’ he tells her, palms clamping tightly onto Lily’s rump. ‘Fucking lube her. Yeah? Like this…’

He drops down, parts Lily’s cheeks, and thrusts his tongue deep into her asshole, making the sweet girl squeal. He waggles it there, withdraws and spits and dives again, tongue-fucking her clearly virgin hole, attacking it with vigour as she moans and sobs her shocked response. Point made, he retreats from her, fetching the bridesmaid’s ass a hearty smack and paying no mind to her yelp. ‘Lick her ass, Lily. Seriously – you want me to fuck her still dry?’ (The words are Hyde’s, but all of Jed cheers inwardly at that one.)

Good student Lily has absorbed it all – instruction, threat, and full-on demonstration. She grabs her best friend’s ass two-handed, pulls those cheeks apart, and spits hard on that tightly knotted anus, thrusting her tongue through the moisture and inside. ‘Fuucckkk…’ Clara duly cries, staring back, then frigging herself the harder.

‘That’s it,’ Jed says, jubilation in his voice. ‘Good girl. That’s my good fucking student slutty girl. Lick that ass. Get your tongue right up it.’ He smacks her bum cheek in added encouragement and watches gleefully as Lily withdraws, spits, and plunges again, lubing up her best friend’s eager passage. ‘Fuck yes – that’s my girl,’ Jed rages, grabbing Lily’s hair and shoving her mouth tight to Clara’s ass crack. ‘Eat that ass. Make fucking love to it. Get it fucking ready.’

Lily’s lips are a wide ring now around the smaller, the one that’s being plundered by her tongue. ‘Goddamn,’ Jed seethes, pressing the bridesmaid tight to her friend, his cock a sliding wedge between her sweat-slickened cheeks. ‘You dirty little bitch. Let’s give you more incentive…’

Not letting go her head, he fits himself into her cunt-hole, grabs her ass one-handed, and then rams his cock inside her to the balls. Their bodies smack satisfyingly together as he fills her up. ‘Fuck yes,’ he rages, extracting and then burying himself again, and again, and again in Lily’s depths. Her moaned reactions vibrate up the asshole of her friend, who subsequently hollers in delight and cums so loudly it can only be one gushing, squirting, motherfucking mess down there.

‘Fuck! Yes!’ Jed reiterates. ‘This is how to do it. This is how to improvise some fucking ass-lube. See, you two? Go us. We’re a fucking team!’

Keen to capitalise on that epic cunt explosion, he pulls Lily well back from the brunette’s licked-out pucker. ‘Don’t waste that juice, Clara,’ he urges, cock still pumping in and out of the blonde, his hand tight in her re-tousled hair. ‘Slop it up your asshole. Get that entrance ready.’

Ever on task, Clara scoops up the girl cum that’s visibly dribbling from her snatch all over the bedspread, and slithers her palm back between her cheeks, redistributing the juice all around and over her now glistening bumhole. ‘Christ…’ Jed mutters, fixating on the lewd development while his cock’s mining of Lily’s succulence continues unabated. ‘That’s fucking beautiful. Spit on her, Lily. We’re nearly there.’ Still thrusting, he anchors the girl by hip and hair, enabling her to aim with precision. Lily musters and expels two decent gobs of spittle, each one splatting into Clara’s ass crack, before trickling into its winking focal point.

‘Good,’ he praises, ratchetting up his fuck-strokes into Lily’s cunt. ‘Now frig your clit, Lil. She’s going to need what you’ve got too.’ The bridesmaid plants one hand against the covers and reaches deep with the other as Jed shafts, frigging herself silly. Inches from her face Clara is sliding two digits inside her ass almost to the third fucking knuckle, pressing like Lily into the bedspread to support herself. ‘That’s it,’ Jed enthuses, pumping with double the purpose. ‘Tell me when you’re going to cum, Lily-girl. Not gonna be long, is it, you fucking little slut…’

Not long at all. The epithet has barely passed Jed’s lips, when the bridesmaid moans her warning. ‘Now… Gonna cum now…’

Jed pulls his cock from Lily’s freely sloshing twat, grabs hold of the girl, and hefts her taut form full onto Clara. Lily peaks with her cunt tight to the apex of Clara’s ass cleft. She convulses hard against her friend, compressed wetness squirting out the sides, but most of it gushing in a river down that gorgeous ass-canyon. The ravishing young bitch is cumming with abandon atop her BFF – supplying all the natural butt-lube a girl-pal might require, while Clara extracts her fingers and sets about her clit again, letting as much liquid as possible drain inside her. It’s a frantic multi-sensory moment, the stream of anguished rapture that pours from Lily’s mouth matched by her fountaining slit.

Fresh from inside the bridesmaid and bolstered by the depravity that saturates the teacher’s other senses, Jed’s cock is a slab of drenched marble. Precisely what’s required, in other words, for penetrating tight teenage ass. Jed brings his standing pillar to Clara’s rear hole, the latter prepped with cunt juice and saliva. His heart – that most essential rock accompaniment – is thumping in his ears, each beat a pulsing union with his cock’s throb.

‘Get off her,’ he tells Lily, and he drags the temporarily fucked-out girl from Clara, putting her side-on to her friend’s rump, now that her cunt has drizzled its last. Then he grabs the gasping schoolgirl once more by her messed up hair, and plants her cheek firmly to that of Clara’s ass, inches from where his cock-head is nudging the brunette’s tight, slick opening. ‘Watch,’ he tells his blonde student, gripping his shaft with one hand and securing Lily firmly with the other against her friend’s fleshy buttock. ‘Watch and learn.’

A Practical Tutorial from Mr Jedediah Hyde – Part 1

Jed gladly hands over teaching duties to his evil aspect. While Stevenson’s protagonist had his good side sublimated by Hyde, Jekyll-Jed’s is merely sidelined; by now his better self is all but clapping from the periphery, watching the lesson unfold with his dark half in full charge. Hell, the novelist’s Hyde required a distinct first name: ‘Edward’ to Jekyll’s ‘Henry’. But here in this Bristolian hotel room, ‘Jedediah’ will happily do for both.

‘Keep watching,’ Jed-Hyde instructs Lily, as the helmet end of his column presses its attention on Clara’s slippery anal aperture. ‘I don’t want you to miss a damn second.’ He pushes, all his rigid inches lined up behind the purple-ridged spearhead. Lily watches along with him, eyes and mouth rounded in astonishment, as Clara’s tight-knotted entrance expands, and the bulbous dome pops inside. The bridesmaid gasps to see even this much of Jed’s cock swallowed up by her friend’s bottom. Clara cries out, body tensing and fingers speeding up on her clit.

‘See that?’ Jed says to Lily, bracing himself at the intensity of having the first of his cock gobbled. ‘She loves it, but it hurts as well, so she’s frigging herself silly to distract. She’ll do it faster as I sink more into her ass. Check this out…’

He slaps a hand to the cheek going spare and thrusts, his whole body thrilling to that uniquely tight constriction, as his cock’s shaft stretches out Clara’s asshole. ‘Oh God…’ Lily breathes, and Jed knows the girl couldn’t look away if he let her. She’s transfixed with an appalled fascination to see any anus, let alone that of her best girl pal, expand around a thick, invading fuckpole. Clara’s keening moan and the increased desperation of the girl’s fingers on her clit must be compounding Lily’s mindfuck, Jed thinks vaguely, as he inches himself further inside.

‘Told you,’ he says, steeling himself to absorb the suck of teen ass on his steel-pumped length. ‘She’s going nuts down there. You done this before, Clara?’

‘No…’ the brunette pants, her body low on the bed as she works herself. ‘Never. Wanted to. Seemed… Seemed – fuck! – a good time.’ Her voice is coming out in breathy shreds. ‘Oh God you’re big… so fucking big…’

‘Want me to stop?’ Jed asks the question in certainty, cast iron as his erection, of her answer.

‘Fuck no, don’t you dare,’ Clara pants. ‘I can do this…’

‘Atta girl,’ Jed says, voice full of teacherly pride. ‘Lily, help her out. Spit on my cock.’ He releases the blonde girl’s head, and she looks up at him blankly, like a fuse has blown in her brain. ‘My cock shaft,’ he tells her, his tone firm but not harsh. ‘One way or another I’m going to fit it inside her to the balls, so add some spit to help get me there.’

Lily sparks out of her trance with an alarmed Yes Sir nod. She works up a copious mouthful of spit and hawks it all over the inches of cock still visible.

‘That’s it,’ Jed says, drawing back and plunging deeper to aching noise and frantic masturbation from Clara. ‘Again.’ Lily spits, he thrusts, saliva bubbling where his pole slides tight against Clara’s gaping ring. Lily spits, he thrusts, all but burying himself inside that clutching hole, his balls hanging just shy of Clara’s cheeks. The brunette is taking it like a champ – moaning and squalling and rubbing herself raw. Lily spits, he thrusts – hard this time, driving home, groin smacking into Clara’s ass, balls pressing firmly against her as he bottoms out inside her clamping hole.

‘There it is,’ he snarls, clutching Clara’s ass with one palm and Lily’s blonde head with the other, while he rides the night’s latest pleasure-high. ‘All the way. Where’s my cock, Lily? Say it.’

‘In her ass,’ Lily all but whispers.

‘Whose ass?’ He tightens his grip in her hair to extract the answer.

‘Clara’s,’ Lily yelps. ‘It’s in Clara’s ass.’

‘Right, Clara?’ He grips the brunette’s firm, plump rear and thrusts to accentuate his presence inside her. ‘You feeling that?’

‘Yes,’ Clara hisses as though gritted teeth, her fingers still frantic. ‘Right up my ass.’

‘All the way?’

‘Yeah, all the fucking way.’

‘And how does it feel?’

‘Big. Really fucking bastard big. Oh Jesus…’

‘Does it hurt?’

‘Yeah. Yeah, it hurts.’

‘Want me to take it out?’

‘No! No, I didn’t say...’

‘You don’t want me to fuck your ass, then?’

‘No… No, I mean yes! Yes I do, yes!’

‘Yes what?’

‘Yes, I want you to fuck my ass!’

‘You sure about that?’

‘Are you shitting me?’ Clara is staring back in frustration now, unaware – Jed is sure – of any accidental humour in the phrase. ‘You’re up there,’ she rages, ‘so fucking fuck me! Let’s do this!’

Jed throws glances at Lily as he claps both hands to Clara’s ass. ‘Dedication,’ he says, fingers pressing into springy flesh. ‘I love that in a student. Let’s fucking do this.’

Do it he does, with Lily’s gaze locked on the stroking action. Slow at first, drawing back and shunting into Clara with a gentle buffet that causes her to moan and frig. Repeating the motion, building up reverse distance and momentum incrementally on each thrust, as her aching moans grow louder. Enjoying the slick friction of man-shaft against tight girlish hole. Beginning to properly saw his thick tool in and out of her.

‘Look, Lil,’ he says, re the regular disappearance and re-emergence of his cock in Clara’s asshole, the testing of her anal elasticity. ‘Ever think you’d witness this? See a teacher fuck your girlfriend’s ass up close?’ Wordless the bridesmaid shakes her pretty head. Jed’s fingers dig deeper, and he pumps with more insistence, pelvis slapping into Clara’s cheeks, balls cramming. The recipient of his accelerating fuck cries out, the wetness of her fingers on her cunt now audible in their fevered motion. Lily stares, mouth an upper-case O, in thrall to the filthy drama of the moment, her own fingers stealing – unconsciously perhaps – back to her cunt.

‘How are you doing there, Clara?’ Jed growls, his fury building as her anal muscles clench on his moving shaft. ‘How’s that ass of yours?’

‘Oh God…’ she manages, the words pouring out in a long stream. ‘Oh God, it’s… it’s… Fuck, it’s… Ohhhh…’ The exclamation elongates into a long and howling climax, her ass contracting hard on the dick that’s fucking it, as her cunt goes into spasms. Seizing on the moment Jed rams her good, thrusting deep and hard, gripping to keep her firmly placed, as his cock opens her up with a proper anal reaming. He fucks all through her loud, extended bliss, on fire with the primal life force that comes from burying one’s self in tight-sprung teenage ass.

Lily holds her breath, one hand pressed to her shocked mouth, while the other fingers her wet and well-schooled cunt. But she needs other schooling now. ‘Go to her,’ Jed orders, as he rides a whole new wave of lust. ‘Go to your friend. See what it’s doing to her. Get it right from the slut’s mouth.’

The urgency of his words sends Lily scurrying to where her ass-fucked comrade is sobbing out the end of orgasm. She caresses Clara’s face, captivated by whatever strange emotion she discovers there, her writing-hand sustaining hot sensation down below. Jed’s attention drifts from where he’s shafting Clara’s hole, to linger on the girlfriends’ interaction.

‘God…’ Lily’s saying, arousal flavouring her sisterly concern. ‘What he’s doing to you…’

Clara raises her head and stares through tangled locks, even as her body jars from every thrust, arresting the bridesmaid’s gaze with her own. (Jed catches a mirrored glimpse; the brunette’s look is pure animal ferocity.) ‘Fuuuuuck…’ she manages, the word forced out amid the duress of persistent anal pounding. ‘Keep that cunt wet, sweetie. You’re going to need it when he’s doing this to you.’

‘I can’t…’ The shock on Lily’s face is at sharp odds with the work of her flicking, teasing fingers.

‘You must.’ Clara’s gaze penetrates her deep, an inner conflict playing itself out across the blonde girl’s tautened face ‘You’ve got to,’ Clara insists, and then when Jed fucks harder yet, she claps a hand to Lily’s rumpled hair and seizes hard, pulling her friend to kissing distance from herself. ‘You can’t miss out on this. You fucking can’t…’

‘But doesn’t it hurt?’ Lily pleads, her voice charged, and her fingers frantic.

‘Oh yes,’ Clara says, pulling Lily’s forehead tight to hers. ‘It hurts. It hurts so fucking good. So shitting fucking… Oh my Godddddd…’

The slender thread of meaning breaks. Jed’s grip has tightened on Clara through their dialogue, like he means to burst her beachball ass, and now slams a furious upward fuck into the girl, near fit to split her. She frigs like all the Furies and explodes again, clenching Jed’s cock at one end and her best friend at the other, powering out an orgasm that tops all others – the owner of her ass has zero doubt – in her slutty teen adventures.

And when she’s done, he lets her slide right off his cock into a shagged-out heap and looks instead at Lily. The bridesmaid looks right back, her fraught connection with her best friend broken, and a new one established with her teacher. Her face retains its baby-rabbit terror, but there’s something else there too – one that might soon redefine this sweet, hot girl post-wedding, and post-Jed.

So when he tells her, ‘Fetch some washcloths, Lil, and make one good and soapy,’ she simply answers ‘Yes, Sir’, and goes fetch.

A Practical Tutorial from Mr Jedediah Hyde – Part 2

His Hydian teaching has, Jed considers, cock standing tall right out of Clara’s ass, been exemplary. Take a willing student, one with natural instincts for the task, and make her an object lesson in its rigorously modelled fulfilment (or fill-full-ment in this case). Ensure all other students scrutinise the task, taking detailed mental notes. And then – don’t let them miss a beat. To see is to know in theory; to do is to know in truth. Who said that? Someone Greek and ancient, or possibly Jed himself in a moment of classroom profundity. Either way, it’s never been truer than now.

Crawling from her collapsed state to face him, flush-faced and panting, as sated as she’s no doubt fricking sore, young Clara knows in truth. Knowledge that she’ll never, ever lose. You fucker, are the words behind that aching, happy smile. You fucker of my throbbing teenage ass. And when they hear young Lily running water in the bathroom, she grins anew, and Jed grins back, his butt-squeezed column pulsing-hard and tall. Now her, the bratty brunette tells him wordlessly. I want her to know what I know. I want to help her learn.

You will, he answers, using lust’s telepathy – that understanding shared by those who’ve truly given licence to their Hyde side. You know exactly what to do. His ass-sullied member pulsates, and Clara radiates unholy fondness for her friend, as Lily scurries from the bathroom, prepped with washcloths, as ready as a girl can be while not being ready at all. She’s wobbly on her legs – keen to continue in the rush of all she’s witnessed, yet palpably fearful of what lies ahead. A rollercoaster virgin fronting the queue, as the latest bunch of screamers stumble giddy and exhilarated from the ride. No backing out now. There’s a price to be paid for euphoria like theirs, and it’s not financial.

Jed climbs from the bed as Lily comes to him, instructing ‘Down’ and nodding at the carpet. She drops without a word, knowing her task as surely as she grasps her looming anal fate. ‘Soap me,’ he says, and out she reaches, that small hand pausing shy of what she’s soon to take inside her untried ass. Her gulp is visible, likewise the resolve she summons to proceed. Jekyll-Jed admires the spirit of this sweet and fragile schoolgirl, but her plucky daring only serves to further stiffen Hyde. Come to teacher, you gorgeous little slut. And BE afraid.

Her small, jittery hand closes around Jed’s cock and, as she soaps his length from balls to leaking tip, poor Lily stares straight up at him – maybe to seek kindness in his features, or maybe to distract from the hard meat that palpitates beneath her grasp. Good luck with both of those, Hyde thinks, Jed’s empathic flickers only adding nuance to his lust. He gazes down on Lily – meek little cock-slave that she has become. Her washing of his shaft is thorough, firm, and gently attentive, likewise her rinsing when she applies the second cloth. Perchance her teacher will return those favours when he takes her. Takes her in a way that no one has before.

Whatever gets me up your ass, young Lil, is Hyde’s sole concession to all that’s telegraphed by her sweet face. Clara is silent too – her attention avid, fingers fucking between her legs once more, as the best reality show she’s ever witnessed plays out before her hungry, wanton gaze. There’s no channel this horny bitch would rather watch; hell, she’s the audience for whom it’s playing live, and audience participation is assured. No wonder the girl is psyched.

‘There,’ Jed says, drawing Lily’s hand free of his cock, and resting the head of that thick fuck-pole on her forehead (much to Clara’s smirking entertainment). ‘All clean and ready.’ He pauses, so the bridesmaid can confront her phallic nemesis close up, its implications soaking deep into her tender mind. ‘Okay, Lily,’ he tells her. ‘Get on your feet. Come on, no stalling. It’s time for your final practical.’

He's required to help his timid student up (cock tip brushing her stomach) to prevent her knees from buckling. ‘It’s okay,’ he reassures, kissing her forehead, enlisting all Jed’s kindliness to get her where he needs her. ‘Let’s do this differently,’ he says, guiding her faltering footsteps to the bed’s foot, so together they can face the dresser mirror. ‘Clara, get over here. She’s going to need your help.’

However much her ass might throb, the brunette minx is on it like a starving guest on wedding cake. ‘It’s okay, babe,’ she calls out breathlessly, scrambling across the covers to her giddy friend and the man who’s fucked them both. ‘I’m here for you, Lil. Mister Jed, just tell me what to do.’

Here for her? Jed lies back on the bed, drawing Lily face-on with him, her body all a-quiver as she delivers herself to what comes next. You’re here for your own nasty teenage cunt – but if you want to pass it off as friendship, that’ll suit me fine. ‘Flip around,’ he tells the bridesmaid. ‘Sit on me. Cowgirl, but reverse. It’s okay, sweetheart – we’ll do this pussy first.’

Small wonder Lily is confused, but Clara guides her friend upwards and one-eighty, so that the trembling blonde is kneeling upright either side of Jed’s recumbent cock. As he gazes on her slender back and ass, the teacher hopes the girl is gawping simultaneously at her slutty nude reflection. He doesn’t even need to provide Clara with instruction – the eager slut is well in tune with him.

‘Down you go, lovely,’ she says, prizing Jed’s well-washed cock to its full vertical, and guiding Lily – one hand resting on the blonde girl’s hip – squarely onto it. ‘All the way. Fuck yourself on Sir, again.’

Clara’s naughty fingers dally on Jed’s shaft a further moment, then Lily sinks down onto him, a fruity squelch accompanying the slow descending motion of her cunt onto his cock. She swallows him all up inside her clinching schoolgirl wetness, his outbreath syncing with her moan, as her tight young bottom presses to his loins.

‘That’s good,’ he says, squeezing supportive hands around her waist. ‘Now move on me. Let’s get things all juiced up.’

Feet curled under her, buttocks firmly cushioned, Lily has zero problem self-impaling on his shaft. Clara is perched there with them, gripping tight hold of Lily, aiding momentum as her friend shifts up and down until a fully a bouncing motion is achieved. Jed’s view is, admittedly, restricted, but what he sees is nothing short of fabulous. The bridesmaid, such a choice adornment to the earlier wedding party, is fucking her pretty self upon his standing pole – hair flouncing damp and tangled all about her shoulders, sweat beading on the surface of her smoothly curving back, pert ass cheeks pillowing full against him on each landing, as he’s buried once again within her depths.

Her nerves have now abated, partially at least, for she’s giving vent to her excitement, rebounding from him harder and higher following each connection, giving herself up to every whorish instinct of her body. Clara is aiding her as promised. Jed can’t see it all, but he knows the girl is rubbing Lily’s tits and frigging at her cunt, and that the juice is flowing from the blonde in spate to further coat his balls. Sweet Christ, she’ll soon be ready. But not quite yet…

He grabs Lily’s waist and slams her down upon him, arresting that hard-bouncing motion as she squeals. Then propping himself up, he pushes the girl forward, doubling her down upon herself so that her cunt bends his cock far forward, its real wall pressing down upon the head. The sensation is exquisite, likewise the view of his thick shaft embedded in her cunt. And if that wasn’t lewd enough – let’s face it, nothing is too lewd for this night’s insane fuckery – he plants both palms upon her cheeks and parts them to expose her puckered little asshole.

‘There it is…’ He forces out the words as Lily mewls and moans, clutching her friend and shunting back and forth like she can’t fuck her cunt enough on him. ‘Clara,’ he grunts, ‘I need you.’

Clara requires no prompting. She’s moving up the bed, pushing Lily further horizontal as she goes, keen to observe the stretching that’s in progress, while facilitating the one that’s yet to come. ‘Fuck…’ she groans, gripping Lily’s back, peering down the base the girl’s spine to view her filled hole and the empty one above it. ‘Thank you.’ Clara looks over to Jed, her eyes full of pure lusty gratitude. ‘For giving me this. For letting me be a part of it. You’re the best teacher ever.’ Then she works up a great gob of saliva and spits it down the channel between Lily’s cheeks, so that it glazes that enticing virgin sinkhole.

Jed wets a middle finger, liberally so, and plunges it into Lily’s ass, while the spit’s still pooling at the surface. The bridesmaid shrieks but goes on humping, nonetheless. ‘Again,’ he says, and Clara spends what drool she has down Lily’s crack, her lips still dribbling as Jed thrusts his finger once again, sliding moisture deep into the sweet girl’s clenching hole. ‘Got any more?’

Clara stares at him, her features tense and saliva dripping for her chin. ‘Got better,’ she says, and what she does next defies all expectation beyond that of extreme fucked-up lust. Leaning on Lily for support, she climbs fully onto the bed, then she squats with her ass pressed firm to Lily’s lower back and frigs herself with near-demonic levels of intent. ‘You want lube?’ she asks, her vocal chords as taut as her entire body. She beating up her clit and bending so low that Jed has to support her. ‘I’ll give you lube. I’ll give you enough lube to damn well… Ohhhh… Oh-oh-oh-fuck!’

Her fingers dig into Jed’s upper arm, her ass jams hard against Lily, and she cums in a great squirting explosion that douses all three of them where the mid-points of their bodies connect. Her juice is funnelling down the gully of Lily’s ass crack, drenching her own thighs and sloshing around the base of Jed’s cock, as she judders like a wound-up doll against the other two. When she’s done, Lily’s crack has been thoroughly sluiced by pale, opaque liquid. The perfect moment has arrived.

Jed barely retains his self-possession amid such unchained sexual madness. Clara almost topples to the covers as she disengages from the melee. ‘Hold onto her,’ the teacher instructs her, pushing Lily off his cock, so that it slaps back wetly onto his stomach. The blonde’s fluids gush from inside her all over his balls, mingling with those of her friend. Clara takes hold of Lily and raises the confused girl up onto her knees, as Jed grips and primes his angry, cunt-soaked weapon. He thrusts his pelvis upwards so that the tip of his cock teases Lily’s now glinting asshole.

‘Okay, Lily,’ he says, raising his torso from the bed with one hand, while guiding her downwards with the other. ‘Back yourself onto me.’

‘Oh God…’ the poor thing moans. Clara kisses her friend and applies gentle pressure, dropping down low so she can share the precious moment. The one where the insistence of Jed’s glans spreads that forbidden entrance wide and pops inside it. Lily’s puckered hole closes around him, and the sweet girl utters a priceless little scream as she’s penetrated. ‘Oh fuck… Oh fuck…’ Her body tenses, and the stroke of hands upon her skin can only go so far to reassure. ‘Oh God, he’s in my ass!’

Jed secures her hips with both hands, levitating his upper body from the bed with muscular control, and guiding the girl down onto him with slow insistence. He scrutinises every moment of her progress, Clara bending low to supervise too, as Lily’s ass slides down onto his glistening pole, the shaft’s rigid dimensions stretching her wide. An extended crooning wail issues from the girl’s lips as she’s speared, and Clara forces herself to abandon the sublime butt-fuck vision so she can support her friend.

‘It’s okay, it’s okay, sweetheart, you’re doing so well,’ she consoles, as Lily is drawn down ever lower onto Jed’s cock. ‘Just focus on this…’ Jed can’t see it, but he feels the reverberations through Lily’s body as Clara’s fingers get busy between her friend’s thighs. Lily stifles her sobs and Jed pauses to let the girl reorient her attentions on what Clara is doing to her clit. Then when she’s gasping at the renewed sensations in her cunt, he grips her firmly by the hips and draws her the rest of the way onto himself, his cock burying itself in her ass.

‘Oh yes, that’s it,’ he groans, his double grip securing the cheeks of the newly wailing girl against his thighs. She’s gripping almost every inch of him inside herself, squeezing him even harder. ‘Right the way in...’ he groans, heightened levels of enjoyment singing their way from his cock to his brain. ‘Fuck…’

Angst-ridden tearful rejoinders are pouring from Lily’s mouth. ‘Oh God, oh fuck, Clara, he’s… Fuck!’

‘Filling you, isn’t he, baby?’ Clara says, voice full of sexy encouragement as she frigs. ‘Isn’t he?’

‘Uh-huh, uh-huh, he’s filling me right up…’

Jed clamps her to himself, flexing his buttocks tight to reassert his presence inside her. Fully impaled, Lily is clutching at the friend who continues to rub her where it so desperately matters.

‘That’s it, gorgeous, stay with me, just keep thinking of my fingers.’

‘God it’s too much, I’m too full… Oh God, oh Jesus, there’s so much of him…’

‘I know babe, I know. It’s a whole lot of cock right up your ass. But you’re still going to cum all over my fingers while he’s fucking you.’

‘Oh God, I think I am. Oh God… Oh shit, oh shit… Oh…’

With Lily divided between what’s happening front and rear, Jed shifts upwards into her, letting her feel that thrusting from below, as her cunt blossoms once more into orgasm.

‘Fuck!’ she cries out, his thickness surging within her right before she peaks. ‘He’s fucking my… Oh oh oh…’ She dissolves into high-pitched, inarticulate noise; her body flexes and shudders above him as her cunt goes into spasms, causing her tight teenage rear to clutch him tighter still.

‘Christ Al-fucking-mighty…’ The profanity is expelled from Jed’s mouth by the rapture of having his length compressed so insistently within the clutch of that schoolgirl rectum. All self-restraint is squeezed from him too. The urge is upon him to fuck, and to fuck without moderation. Lily is still cumming on Clara’s fingers, her bumhole inadvertently gobbling Jed’s cock, when he launches himself upwards from the bed, shoving the A-level student forward with him. Still embedded deep in her clutching ass, he propels her towards the dresser, Clara scrambling out of their way. Lily slaps two hands to the dresser’s edge to brace herself, climaxing loudly all the while, and Jed grips her body hard, ramming himself as far up her as the laws of physics will allow.

Lily’s cry of orgasm intensifies into a sorrowful wail as she’s pinned against the polished surface being stretched and filled so completely. Jed holds himself there, wedged deep, fingers adhering fast to her slender hips, loving the tight physical connection between them. And Clara is on that shit like an addict – crushing her cunt to Jed’s thigh and her tits to his ribcage, reaching down to pursue her frenzied stimulation of Lily’s clit. ‘Fuck her,’ she tells Jed like he needs the urging. ‘Fuck her hot girl-ass, Teach. I’ll make sure she loves it.’

Jed keeps one hand firm on Lily’s hip, the other fastening to her shoulder like a particularly tenacious climbing-plant. He doesn’t saw back and forth any great distance, but he does shift his pelvis hard, reasserting his thick presence inside Lily every time he packs himself against her. Each thrusting affirmation of his fuck-lust compels further inhuman sounds from her throat, while reinforcing that open-mouthed scowl into which her pretty face is contorted. The teenager’s whole being is seized with a uniquely anguished form of joy, hard-nipples tits thrusting fiercely while her eyes brim with tears.

‘Christ, she’s still cumming,’ Clara says, who from the positioning of her fingers seems best placed to judge. ‘Jesus, Jed, nail that ass!’ She mashes her wet cunt against his hip, tits moulding themselves to the contours of his ribcage as she binds debaucher and debauchee into closer connection by her presence. Emboldened by the brunette’s effective graduation from his class, Jed pins Lily in place and gives her all the hard-rutting power that remains in his sweat-lathered body.

Take it, take it, take it, you cock-loving slut… To speak it aloud would be to waste the precious energy that’s committed to the schoolgirl’s physical domination, to the defiling of her hot and tender ass. He catches the pair of them (flanked by the insatiable Clara) in all their reflected glory. Remember the teen-girl bridesmaid? Hyde tells the self of which he is a part. Second only to the bride, all those relatives fawning like she was a Disney princess? Yeah? Look at her now. LOOK at her. And remember the sharp-dressed teacher – definition of respectable, Mr Morally Impeccable, go trust him with your daughter? Well look at HIM now. Take a good, close look.

He does just that. Sees the bridesmaid – stripped and flushed and sweating, wedding coif a catastrophic tangle, tits trembling as she takes it up the ass. Sees himself – taut like a tightrope, focused like an athlete, rutting like a motherfucking Viking on the sweet young thing that quakes within his grip. Her ass locks hard upon his buried cock as a fresh climax overtakes her last one. His balls contract in response, and joy consumes his morally ravaged being. ‘Do it, Jed,’ Clara clamours, reading his body like it’s her own. ‘Do it, you fucker. Cum right up her ass!’ He strains, groin flush against Lily, hard length rammed into her depths, and feels it all surge and rush and spew clean out of him – the hot liquid fuel that he’s let drive his rampant cock. Pumping it where it has no damn right to go, save the prerogative of pure unfettered lust – deep within the rear of his second and more innocent teenage conquest. Siphoning it out until both Hyde and Jed are done.

And breathe. It’s time for…

Freezeframe seven. The final one.

Like its predecessor ‘six’ there’s no actual need to freeze here. Jed is glued – more or less – to Lily, his spent cock still inside her, lungs sucking in air to replenish his depleted, overheated body. Lily is sagging bodily onto the dresser, all orgasmed out, and doubtless realising, now her pleasure is abating, that she still has a thirty-something teacher lodged fully up her ass. Clara’s arms have stretched out wide; she hugs them both like she’s found her people and doesn’t want to let them go. Jed registers vaguely that she’s cum again, and that it’s her girl-juice trickling down his leg to mingle with his perspiration.

It’s not the time for any self-reflection. That will come. Right now, there’s just the overwhelming sense that he – in terms of this night’s craziness – has fucked his last. His hold on Lily eases to a soft caress. All deviant desire now sated, Hyde fades back into Jed’s full Jekyll self and lets the better man deal with the aftermath.

‘Take it easy,’ nice-Jed says, sliding his still substantial cock free of a whimpering Lily. Clara observes its sturdiness diminish as he prises himself stickily from her friend; her lips are twisted into that trademark cheeky grin.

‘Done us both, Teacher, cunt and ass. Popped two little anal virgins. You must be uber-proud.’

‘I am,’ he says, though truthfully it’s way too soon to know just how he really feels. ‘I’m proud of you too. Both of you.’ Remarkably, he is. He draws up Lily to himself, and holds her when she staggers, one hand gripping onto Clara for additional support.

‘How’re you doing, Lil?’ Clara inquires, and Lily looks to her and then to Jed, her bashfulness returning with the comedown.

‘Okay,’ she says. ‘Tired. Wow. My ass is sore.’

‘It will be,’ Jed says, cuddling her close and sharing a wry smile with Clara. ‘For a while. Less so the next time.’ Lily looks hazy and a tad concerned. ‘Not me,’ he tells her, kissing her blonde head. ‘Some other lucky fuck, some other time. Maybe in company with Clara, maybe not. Who knows? Life’s an adventure.’

‘You’re a piece of fucking work, Mister Jed,’ Clara says, poking him in the chest.

‘Seems I am,’ he tells her cryptically. ‘How about we all go shower? My cock needs another soaping after where it’s been.’

He squeezes Lily, who bites her lip and can’t quite meet his gaze. Clara laughs, another dirty trademark. ‘I’ll soap it for you, fucker. But you’d better soap us in return, with all you put us through.’

‘You slutting well loved it,’ Jed reminds the brunette girl, admonishing her ass with a hard smack. ‘Now go run us all a shower.’

Clara pads off to the en suite, bearing her busty little self with pride, her attitude belying the inevitable onset of fatigue. Lily has no such affectation left. She’s slumping against the dresser, so Jed scoops her up bodily from where she leans (she gasps and clings to him, arms looped around his neck) and carries the ass-fucked bridesmaid to the bathroom. Clara laughs to see them, ushering both under the warm jet-spray of the cubicle, whereupon Jed sets Lily back onto unsteady feet.

The dark-haired vixen proves good to her word, soaping Jed’s thick but pacified length with careful hands, massaging suds into his balls and sneaking a finger up to prod his asshole, the brazen little bitch. ‘Help me, Lil,’ she says, her cheek reddened by the smack he’s just administered.

Lily soaps up Jed’s chest, hands moving in slow circles on his pectoral muscles. ‘You don’t deserve this,’ she tells him, mustering a little of that evening’s new-discovered spirit. ‘Not after what you did with this.’ She reaches down and gives his cock a tug, lips pursed in rebuke. ‘You’re a very bad teacher.’

‘Is that right?’ He pulls her wet body close and nuzzles her neck, so that she moans a little. ‘So tell me – have you ever cum as much, or as hard, as you did tonight?’

‘No,’ his sweet, blonde student says, her voice a broken semi-whisper. ‘No, never. I haven’t really cum that much at all. Not like that. Not till tonight.’ She rests her head against him, and he feels in that moment like he’s cradling an orphaned kitten.

‘I’d better soap you down,’ he says, the most old-school Jed he’s been with either of the girls all night.

‘You had,’ Clara agrees, sliding a sisterly hand around Lily’s waist. ‘Her first, then me. And don’t miss any bits. You’re a fucking role-model after all. Isn’t that right, Lily?’

‘Yes,’ the bridesmaid says, pushing away from Jed with a reproving pout, and squeezing Clara in return. ‘Emphasis on fucking. You heard her. Don’t miss any bits.’

He doesn’t. As Jed soaps Lily, he pays close attention to every subtle curve and tight little groove. His soapy fingers massage from the nape of her neck to the soles of her dainty feet, missing nothing in between. By the time he’s done, she’s lolling against the shower wall in response. Clara gets similar treatment, Jed paying especially lascivious attention to her tits and ass that threatens to rile up both him and her again. But Lily is halfway flopping from exhaustion, so he rinses the teens instead, helping to towel dry the wilting bridesmaid afterwards.

Lily crawls under the covers of the queen-size, Clara wriggling after her and spooning close to her bff. Jed hits the lights, surrendering his now flagging body to the linen’s coolness on the other side of the bed. His mind is still alive, cock stirring intermittently, but exertion’s fallout and the girls’ twin breathing finally get the best of him and he too drifts into sleep…

Dawn’s unwelcome light is percolating through the curtains when he comes to. Clara and Lily are up and – he realises in a moment of drowsy regret – clothed. Lily, back in the bridesmaid dress, is looking around for shoes, some way short of fully compos mentis. Clara, ill-slept but significantly clearer-headed in her silky trappings, hands the pair of strappy heels to her friend, before sitting her down on the end of the bed to help her back into them.

‘Hey,’ Jed says, half-rising from the crumpled covers.

‘Morning, Mister Jed.’ Humour is glinting in Clara’s morning-after face. Lily peers around at him in her wedding frock, pale and fieldmouse-timid, and just a touch soulful.

‘Ditching me already?’ he remarks, prompting a shy smile from the girl. ‘Let me call for some room service breakfast. Least I can do.’

‘Oh you’ve done plenty,’ Clara intervenes with a smirk. ‘Go back to sleep, teacher-man. Don’t let that lovely cock of yours get any ideas.’

‘You know me so well,’ he replies. ‘Right, Lil?’

Lily’s glance is sheepish. ‘Yeah, suppose I do.’ That smile flickers once more, and she averts her gaze, blushing visibly.

Clara pecks her on the cheek. ‘Okay, babe. Let’s get the rest of your shit together – go crash at my place for a while. Iron the creases out of that dress before it needs returning.’

‘My Mum and Dad…’

‘We’ll leave them a message. It’ll all be fine.’

‘You think? God, I’m sore…’

‘Not just your head either, right?’ Both girls look at him, Lily shifting self-consciously on the bed while biting her lip, Clara’s sleep deprivation giving way to a full You did not just say that grin. He gives an insouciant shrug, but under the covers his dick is responding in similar Hydian fashion as during the night just past.

‘Fucker,’ Clara says. ‘And so proud of it.’ She gathers up both their purses, helps Lily to her feet, and then goes to Jed, crawling over the sheets to reach him. ‘Type your number in here,’ she says, proffering her phone, ‘and you might just get a memento later today.’

‘You read my mind,’ he says, supplying the digits. ‘Sure there’s nothing I can do to…’ Perk up Lily are the words left unspoken.

Clara shakes her head, her smile knowing. ‘It’s okay.’ I’ll take things from here is the unvoiced latter part of her response. ‘You,’ she says, tapping him on the forehead, ‘are the horniest, most fucked-up bastard I’ve ever met. But then I am only eighteen.’ She leans in to kiss his cheek and then whisper in his ear. ‘Thanks. For all of it, from both of us. You bad, bad man.’

She goes to the door, taking Lily by the hand en route. The bridesmaid lingers, peering back to look at Jed one final time. If he could sum up her expression in a single word, that word would be fuck-lorn. It moves him, and not just his cock.

Moments later she and Clara are gone.

~~~~

Jed’s train pulls out of Bristol Temple Meads around noon on the Wednesday after Easter, its arrival at London Paddington due in less than two hours’ time. From there he will take the Underground network to London Victoria, where he will pick up his connecting train. Six hours have passed since the girls’ hotel-room departure.

Clearly I’m time-hopping here for brevity’s sake, but let’s sum up the interim. There are several points of interest.

09:17: Jed regained consciousness several hours after Lily’s and Clara’s departure, bone-hard with a kaleidoscope of filthy images whirling through his mind.

09:23: Following several minutes of lower-body self-caressing he checked WhatsApp on his phone and found a message from Rebecca. His trans-Atlantic co-conspirator regaled him thus: Jed, you ballsy bastard. Say hello to your leetle friends from me. I hope you’re fucking those mouthy sluts so hard they can’t walk right in the morning. ‘Becky’? Really??? I ought to slap all three of you, but realistically I’d save it for the bitches and kiss you instead, given the chance. If I ever doubted you, my fucking horny friend, consider this my apology. I’m seriously impressed over here. It’s like I’m messaging a whole new you. Update me.

09:26: Having drunk in the most effusive praise Rebecca had ever sent him, Jed replied as follows: All their holes, Becky ;), ALL. Including the virgin ones. More later. He then went to the bathroom and beat himself off vigorously, the implications of his SMS resounding in his mind and fuelling the hard spurts of his cock.

09:35: Jed set about clearing up his room, including all signs of illegal drug use.

09:42: He showered again, luxuriously, salving his aching cock and balls with soapy hands.

10:20: Overnight bag packed, he arrived in the hotel dining-room to partake of a leisurely breakfast. While seated at his table, he was complimented on his wedding reception contribution by a passing couple who turned out to be an aunt and uncle of the bride; having travelled a distance for Lucy’s big day they had, like Jed, stopped over. ‘The bride looked fabulous,’ Jed remarked, tempering reckless with conversationally polite, ‘although she was almost upstaged by her own niece.’ ‘Yes,’ Lily’s great-uncle said, radiating pride. ‘We’re fond of young Lily too. She’s a lovely girl.’ ‘She seems it,’ Jed replied, recalling Lily’s ass-fucked expression, and the spontaneous clench of that ass in response to his cock’s penetration. ‘I got acquainted with both her and her friend. They were remarkable young ladies. Very entertaining company.’

11:04: His taxi arrived to take him to the train station, and his sharing mood continued. ‘I’ve never been the biggest fan of weddings,’ he said in response to the chatty driver, ‘but this one has changed my whole perspective.’ ‘You planning one of your own, then?’ the cabby inquired. ‘Oh God no,’ Jed said. ‘Just learning how best to celebrate other people’s.’

11:25: He entered a coffee shop five minutes’ walk from the station, where he drank a flat white al fresco; while sitting in holiday sunshine, he additionally imbibed double-take glances from several passing women, each of whom smiled and seemed to frisson visibly at their proximity to something wicked. Damn – the power of pheromones, he mused.

11:55: Jed seated himself in a sparsely populated train compartment, closed his eyes, and relaxed – all of him, that is, except the part that had been so unabatingly stimulated during the evening just past.

Summation concluded. Here he is now, on the first of two slow trains that will take him back – namely, to that part of the world where he is Jed, or Mr Martin: kind friend, consummate professional, and all-round model of respectability. The place where Hyde, newly ascendant, must learn his place again.

That was the deal struck by Henry Jekyll in the novel – Hyde owned London’s night-time, while Jekyll kept the day. Of course, it was Edward Hyde’s distinctive appearance that shielded Jekyll from disgrace. Jed’s Hyde must, owning no such supernatural disguise, be provided geographical distance before he’s permitted to enjoy his appetites. That’s a no-brainer, Jed reflects, as his train rolls eastward to London.

You’ll get what you want, he promises that side of himself, so long as it’s out of sight.

Oh yes?

Yup. That’s the rule.

Right. Fine. Keep telling yourself that.

Shush. Zip it.

Sure. Not another word.

Jed seeks a moment of mental calm as the train takes its cross-country path. He fights off recollection of what befalls Henry Jekyll as Stevenson’s story progresses, when Hyde refuses to be boxed up. The total ruin visited on the good doctor. A bleeped notification from his phone serves as distraction from the uncomfortable thought. When he checks, the realisation of what’s just been messaged redirects a serious volume of blood to his cock. The brunette vixen has made contact, and there’s a video attachment to her text.

Hey Mister Jed – didn’t think I’d send it? I want you wanking your big nasty cock to us both tonight. Happy thoughts, Clara xox

Little bitch, he thinks, and smiles. It occurs to him that he need not have seen the last of young Clara, if he so chooses. It’s a very horny thought. For a moment he considers putting his ear buds to use, his thumb hovering over Play – but several good citizens have populated the train carriage around him, including a pair of genteel-seeming older ladies, and he makes the choice to save the memento for later. The tribbing memento, that is. Sweat-soaked, clit-grinding gorgeousness. Fuck. On impulse he forwards the text, attachment and all, to Rebecca’s WhatsApp. It’s only right she gets first viewing, seeing how she inspired the recording from afar. He sits back as it uploads, imagining what his online friend’s early-morning reaction might be like. To all that slithering. Those nubile teen-friends getting off as their cunts mash one on the other, slick and swollen. FUCK.

He's mouthed the obscenity, almost speaking it aloud, and one of the genteel ladies is giving him a querying glance. He looks down, wrestling his thoughts back into submission, clutching his phone with both hands to disguise the seismic activity in his crotch. Reminiscences of Lily and Clara are going to stay vivid, but there’s a time and a place to indulge them. It’s not here. It’s not when he’s socialising with work colleagues this coming weekend. It’s not when he returns to the classroom – in five short days’ time.

To Alice, and to Esther, and – heaven help him – to Olivia.

Hi, Sir.

Hi, Liv.

You enjoy your break?

I did, thank you, Liv. I enjoyed it very much.

Do anything interesting?

You could say that.

Really? Sounds like a story…

None that I can tell in school.

Oh God, Sir, now I REALLY want to know.

Careful, or I might just share it.

Promises, promises… (Smirk)

‘Ffffuck…’ This time the word escapes his lips semi-audibly, and more than one person looks his direction. He presses his knuckles hard to his mouth and breathes himself back to calm.

I can’t go there. YOU can’t go there.

Wanna bet?

Jesus. Enough. No appearances during work hours. Stay away from Olivia.

If you say so. You’re the boss, and all.

Yes. Yes, I am.

Of course you are.

God-bloody-damn you.

Ha! God’ll take us both out. But not before we’ve enjoyed ourselves.

Enough! Like I said, there’s a time and…

Jed’s internal struggle is curtailed by a further notification on his phone. This time it’s Rebecca. Wow, he thinks. She’s up early…

Her message in response to Clara’s video proves worthy of his accelerated heartbeat. Fucking hell, Jed – that’s better than espresso. The voicemail was good, but fuck, that shit is gold. I’m just watching it over and over. Forget going back to sleep, that ship has sailed.

High praise indeed, from a taunting bitch who’s never given him any quarter. Who’s always pushed him directions and distances he’s been reluctant to go. Glad you like it, he responds, not caring whether the other passengers can read his libidinous grin.

Like it? I love the shit out of it. I’ll have to stop giving you a hard time after this, you horny fucking bastard. You nailed those sluts. Shame you’re not in LA this weekend or I’d have work for you to do.

Jed’s dirty grin widens. Guess my cock can’t be everywhere.

Rebecca messages back with more haste than he’s used to from her. Looks like your cock is getting all kinds of new places. What the fuck, Jed? I don’t think I know this guy. Where’d he come from?

Jed settles back in his seat, gratified by approval that’s radiating as much from his balls as from his phone.

Well, he messages, his anxiety of minutes earlier swallowed up in sheer salacious enjoyment. There’s this book I’ve been reading. Shocking, and revelatory. Let me tell you all about it.

The End