Those are better than pussies.”“Uh-huh,” moaned Kathy Greene, Mrs. Greene's daughter. Why was she in my math class? She was a freshman. “I lov... having a pussy, Mom.”“That's where you're wrong,” my teacher said. She stroked my dick. “Mmm, this cock is just perfect. You can rub it against my rump, see.”I gasped as I pressed my dick's tip against my teacher's rump. Only it didn't feel as plump as it looked. It felt slimmer. Tighter. I shuddered, loving it anyways. I thrust against her rump,. Last in line, Janies parents gushed with praise, both for my sermon on temptation and how different Janie was since I first talked to her. No longer insolent, a pleasure to be with, responsible, especially with her new job as my receptionist. "Office Manager." I corrected them. Janie, wearing a conservative, knee length dress, smiled. "The Reverend is going to need some help locking up. I'll be home after we are done." she said."But what about lunch, dear?" her mother asked."I'll be eating. I glanced across at her. "Too fast for you, Kelly?" I shouted over the din."I like it fast," she said, her confidence returning. She laughed and ran her fingers through her hair as it flew around her face.The tyres screamed as I planted the accelerator. "Good!" Where are we going?" she yelled.I didn't answer. She let me concentrate and we fell into silence as we flew out of town.Up ahead was a covered bridge I'd surveyed on one of my weekend drives in the country. Slowing down, I turned onto a. ”I looked at a pool of buckets struggling to pick one up. And suddenly, two hands slid under my arms and grabbed my shoulders. I turned around and looked into my aunt’s eyes.She said, “I meant it when I said you should be with me,” and slid her fingers into my pants, “You were hard for me then, aren’t you?” I confessed, “Yes,” and stared down at the floor. “Am I hotter than those girls?” She asked teasingly and grabbed my balls so hard that it hurt.“You are more beautiful than Kardashian for.