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Phys Ed (Casual Sex)

By Uh-hmmm
Created: 20th December 2020 10:10:54 PM

  1. > Be Anon
  2. > In retrospect, arguing with a gypsy about Sliders might not have been the best idea
  3. > Even if she did seem like she was having fun
  4. > You wake up in a slightly different world, where everyone is slightly shorter, and has Technicolor skin
  5. > Luckily, your apartment seems to have come with you relatively intact
  6. > Unfortunately, your job did not
  7. > Fortunately, a well-dressed woman propositioned you
  8. > After spending several days enjoying yourself with her, she offered you a job
  9.  
  10. > You sidle up to your co-teacher
  11. "Say, do you see that blue girl over there, playing with her tits?"
  12. > Spitfire looks at the sidelines of the dodgeball game
  13. > "Oh, you mean Rainbow Dash? What about her?"
  14. > You cough
  15. "Are we supposed to do something about that?"
  16. > She shakes her head
  17. > "No, don't worry about it. If a student really wants stress relief, they'll come to you."
  18. > You digest that for a long moment
  19. "Stress relief?"
  20. > Spitfire looks at you quizzically
  21. > "Yeah, you know, when your body gets all warm and tense, you ask someone to have sex with you. I know Principal Celestia said you were from a different world, but surely it can't be that different?"
  22. > You shrug
  23. "You'd be surprised."
  24. > She shakes her head in wonder
  25. > "Weird. So if I told you to go encourage Fluttershy over there, what would you do?"
  26. > You glance over at the girl hiding behind her hair while reading a book
  27. "Talk to her? Try to get her to see how fun it is to move around and play games?"
  28. > Spitfire waits, a skeptical expression on her face
  29. > Out of the corner of your eye, you see one of the male students approaching
  30. > You tilt your head
  31. "What, am I supposed to eat her out or something?"
  32. > She laughs
  33. > "You really have no idea, that's crazy. I mean, sure you could eat her out, but-"
  34. > "Coach?"
  35. > The male student stands to the side, his shorts pulled down enough to expose his erection
  36. > Spitfire glances down, then nods at him
  37. > She leans forward slightly, and shimmies out of her shorts and panties
  38. > The kid gets behind her and lines himself up with her pussy
  39. > Spitfire grunts as he penetrates her and latches onto her hips
  40. > "Now, where was I?"
  41. > You tear your eyes away from her yellow ass bouncing with each thrust
  42. "Proper forms of encouragement?"
  43. > She snaps her fingers
  44. > "That's right. So, what you should do is feel her up some. Complement her body, give her some confidence in herself."
  45. > You ignore the sound of flesh slapping together, a little dizzy at how things are
  46. "Just to be clear, groping inspires confidence?"
  47. > Spitfire nods
  48. > "Look at Rainbow Dash over there. I've felt her up every day since freshman year, and now she's captain of the soccer team. I tried to get through to Fluttershy in the same way, but I guess she doesn't like girls as much as Rainbow does."
  49. > You aren't really sure what to say to that
  50. > The male student fucking Spitfire slams his hips against her one last time, and sighs in relief
  51. > After lingering inside her for a moment, he pulls out and wipes himself off on her ass
  52. > "Thanks, Coach!"
  53. > Spitfire pulls her shorts back on
  54. > "No problem, kid."
  55. > She nudges you
  56. > "Hey, why don't you try practicing on Fluttershy? I think she just needs a man's touch."
  57. > You hesitate
  58. "You think so?"
  59. > Spitfire rolls her eyes
  60. > "It's why you were hired. Now go on, see if you can't get her to open up."
  61. > You trot over, feeling a sort of excitement and an instinctual anxiety about what you are about to do
  62. > Fluttershy looks up from her book as you approach
  63. > You give her a wave
  64. "Is this seat taken?"
  65. > She looks at the long bench, then back at you
  66. > "No?"
  67. > You sit beside her with a  rueful chuckle
  68. "Maybe that was a dumb joke but anyways, nice to meet you. My name is Anon E. Mous, and I just wanted to check up on you, see how things are going."
  69. > She offers a shy little smile
  70. > "Oh, I'm fine. This is a very interesting book about forest critters."
  71. > You glance at the open pages, only to find detailed illustrations of mating squirrels
  72. > O-kay
  73. "If you don't mind me asking, is there something keeping you from participating in class?"
  74. > Fluttershy shakes her head
  75. > "I don't mind at all, it's just that my breasts are too big and sensitive, so running around and things is painful."
  76. > You glance at her chest
  77. > That is pretty big for her age
  78. > You can't believe what you are about to say
  79. "Well, at least they look very nice."
  80. > Fluttershy looks at you skeptically
  81. > "Do you really think so?"
  82. > You swallow
  83. > You reach out your hand and cup her boob in your hand, squeezing it gently
  84. > "Oh! You really mean it!"
  85. > You stare at her blushing, beaming face
  86. > Well, what do you know
  87. "Let me clarify."
  88. > You kneel before her and slide your hands up under her shirt
  89. > She stares at you with wide eyes as you fondle and knead her soft tits
  90. "You have wonderful, sexy breasts."
  91. > Fluttershy bites her lip
  92. > "Um, Mr. Mous?"
  93. "Yes?"
  94. > Your thumbs rub circles around her nipples
  95. > She squirms in her seat
  96. > "Do you like anything else about my body?"
  97. > You look her up and down, reluctant to stop playing with her boobs
  98. > Still, you have a job as a teacher
  99. "Well, let's see."
  100. > Your hands slide down her sides, coming to rest on her hips
  101. "You have a tight little waist. Could you stand up for me?"
  102. > She nods eagerly and obeys
  103. > You grab her ass, digging your fingers into her soft, yet perky cheeks
  104. "Delicious."
  105. > She squeaks
  106. > You slide your hands down her thighs and calves, gently widening her stance
  107. "And you have wonderfully long, slender legs."
  108. > You duck your head under her skirt and reach up to pull aside her panties
  109. "I like how well trimmed your bush is. While I'm here..."
  110. > You get a grip on her hips and lick her lower lips
  111. > Her legs shake and shiver as you lap more and more deeply at her flower
  112. > "Oh, oh my!"
  113. > She tastes of butterscotch and honey
  114. > Your tongue quests higher up her slit, seeking the Holy Grail
  115. > Her feverishly warm flesh parts easily before your ministrations
  116. > Light spills into the scene as Fluttershy lifts her skirt and runs her fingers through your hair
  117. > Her heavy breathing catches as you find a little nub
  118. > You give her clit long strokes with your tongue, adding a little swirl with the tip
  119. > She whimpers, her legs trembling and pressing against the sides of your head
  120. > Your mouth and face are now coated in her sweet, tantalizing juices
  121. > You moan happily as you lick and tease and drink from this cute and sexy young woman
  122. > Fluttershy pants, gazing down at you with sultry, needy eyes
  123. > You give her a wink, and start spelling out your name on her clit
  124. > You barely get to the 'u' by the time her thighs clench around your head and her hips roll and surge against you
  125. > You lap greedily as she cums into your mouth
  126. > Fluttershy lets out a low moan, one hand pushing your head deep into her crotch, the other mashing her breast and pinching her nipple
  127. > You swallow again and again, and slowly the flood abates
  128. > Her thighs release their hold and she pushes your head gently from between them
  129. > She collapses onto the bench, her chest still heaving
  130. > You sit beside her and smile at her
  131. "All in all, you have a lot to be confident about."
  132. > Fluttershy looks down at her knees, then pulls her hair aside to look at you with wide, hopeful eyes
  133. > "If I participated in class, would you encourage me some more?"
  134. > You rest your hand on top of hers, giving it a little squeeze
  135. "Of course. Although, will you be alright? What with your sensitive breasts and all."
  136. > Fluttershy hefts her boobs in her hands, considering
  137. > "It'll be a little uncomfortable, but I guess I can wear two sports bras."
  138. > You give her a kiss on the cheek
  139. "Atta girl. Just let me know when it gets to be too uncomfortable, and I'll give you a massage, how does that sound?"
  140. > She beams at you
  141. > "Perfect! Thank you so much, Mr. Mous."
  142. > You stand up and pat her head fondly
  143. "See you around, Fluttershy."
  144. > As you walk back towards the rest of the students, she waves shyly at you
  145. > You wave back, then jog over to Spitfire
  146. > Before you can say anything, she grabs you by the shirt and pulls you in
  147. > Her lips meet yours passionately, her tongue plundering your unprepared mouth
  148. > After the initial surprise, you pull her in close, one hand on her lower back, the other cupping the back of her head
  149. > She hums happily as your tongue joins the battle, exploring the slick warmth of her mouth
  150. > After several long moments of this, she breaks the kiss and smirks up at you
  151. > "That's my encouragement for a job well done."
  152. > Your hand on her lower back drifts down and grabs a handful of her ass
  153. "My pleasure."
  154. > Coach Spitfire laughs, and pushes you gently away
  155. > "Save it for after school, we still have  students to teach."
  156. > You step back
  157. "That a promise?"
  158. > She smirks at you
  159. > "It might take a couple hours to properly show my appreciation. Look forward to it."
  160. > You grin
  161. "Oh, I definitely will."
  162.  
  163. > Be Anon, laying in bed with Spitfire and Celestia snuggled up against you
  164. > Spitfire traces little spirals down your belly, closer and closer to your crotch
  165. > For the fifth time this evening, little Captain Anon stands to attention
  166. > Celestia giggles and reaches down to fondle your balls
  167. > You return the favor, burying your hands in their soft, thick thighs and rubbing circles on the hood of their clits
  168. > They squirm against you, and Spitfire grabs your cock with a skilled hand
  169. > Celestia gives your ballsack a gently squeeze
  170. > "That reminds me, it has come to my attention that some of the students do not know how to swim. If you two could take care of that, I would appreciate it."
  171. > What about this reminds her of that?
  172. > Spitfire pushes herself up onto your chest, her tits soft and warm against your skin
  173. > She begins to suck on one of Celestia's nipples
  174. "Uh, sure thing. I don't mind coming in on a Saturday, if that is convenient for the kids."
  175. > Celestia drapes a leg across your own, hips rolling as she humps your hand
  176. > "That would be perfect."
  177. > Spitfire pauses in her suckling and looks up at you
  178. > "We'll need to split up when the boys and girls are scheduled to learn. It's already embarrassing for them, no need to make it worse by having the opposite sex watch."
  179. > You nod, and pump two fingers inside of her
  180. > She practically purrs, nuzzling against your chest
  181. "I'll take the girls this coming Saturday, you take the boys the one after?"
  182. > Spitfire pants as you feel her approach yet another orgasm
  183. > "Ye-hes, sounds, mmm, like a plan."
  184. > Celestia lets go of your balls and pushes two fingers into Spitfire's mouth
  185. > She sucks greedily on them, moaning in pleasure
  186. > Her thighs trap your hand as she climaxes, shuddering on top of you
  187. > Spent, she rolls off to your side
  188. > Celestia licks your cheek
  189. > "I'm glad that's settled. Since it looks like Spitfire is done for now..."
  190. > She straddles your lap, her pussy a tantalizing inch above your erection
  191. > "This next load is all mine."
  192. > With that, she spears herself on your cock, crying out in pleasure
  193. > You groan, the amount of stimulation your dick is getting is almost painful
  194. > You grab her arms and pull her down for a kiss
  195. > Her lips are soft and warm, parting eagerly to accept your affection
  196. > Her long hair falls around your head, and in that moment there is nothing but you and her, her impressive breasts pressed against your chest, her writhing pussy milking your cock
  197. > Your hips move by themselves, matching her rhythm as you thrust again and again into her hot, wet depths
  198. > Celestia's tongue is playful in your mouth, flicking at twisting against your tongue
  199. > Suddenly, you hear the sound of fleshy slap
  200. > Celestia jolts, tightening around your dick
  201. > She breaks the kiss to give a smug Spitfire an unamused look
  202. > "Well? Keep going."
  203. > Spitefire salutes
  204. > "Yes boss."
  205. > The next spanking has Celestia quivering and moaning on top of you
  206. > You cup her cheek gently, and push your thumb into her mouth
  207. > She leans into your touch and sucks on your thumb with a blissful expression
  208. > In contrast, her frantic humping is sending waves of pleasure surging and cresting within you
  209. > Each slap has her clamp down on you, milking you cock for all its worth
  210. > You don't know if you can take much more of this
  211. > Luckily, you don't have to
  212. > You hear a particularly loud slap, and Celestia collapses
  213. > Her pussy spasms and writhes, pushing you over the edge
  214. > You instinctively thrust as deep as possible as you twitch and fire within her
  215. > Celestia moans, grinding her hips against yours as you pump her full of your cum
  216. > As the two of you come down from your mutual orgasm, you stroke her hair as she lays her head on your chest
  217. > Spitfire flops back down beside you, and grabs your arm to cuddle with
  218. > You sigh contentedly
  219. "Good job, team."
  220. > The two women giggle, and nuzzle against you
  221. > Celestia reaches out and rests her hand on Spitfire's toned belly
  222. > "Mind if I just sleep on top of him tonight? I'm finding it hard to want to move."
  223. > Spitfire pats her boss's ass fondly
  224. > "I don't mind."
  225. > You raise an eyebrow
  226. "Don't I get a say in this?"
  227. > Celestia puts a finger on your lips
  228. > "Shhh, pillows don't talk."
  229. > You chuckle
  230. "Fair enough."
  231.  
  232.  
  233. > You stand by the pool, the faint aroma of chlorine in the air
  234. > Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are a little surprising, but maybe they were sufficiently spoiled to avoid learning
  235. > Meanwhile, Trixie stands naked before you, arms on her hips and chest thrust out proudly
  236. > ...
  237. "Trixie, you're a junior, how do you not know how to swim?"
  238. > She sniffs
  239. > "The Voluptuous and Athletic Trixie knows how to swim, she was merely given a pre-emptive detention for disrupting class."
  240. > You rub your face, and the two freshman girls giggle
  241. "Does this have anything to do with why you are naked?"
  242. > She nods sharply
  243. > "I refuse to conceal my Perky and Toned body when swimming. Coach Spitfire claims the Thick and Bountiful Trixie excites the boys too much, though no mere swimsuit would prevent that outcome."
  244. > What are you supposed to do about this?
  245. > You just sigh, and turn to the freshman
  246. "So, do you have any particular difficulty with swimming, or is it just not knowing the motions well enough?"
  247. > The girls glance at each other, then Silver Spoon looks down at her feet
  248. > Diamond Tiara looks into your eyes and lifts her chin arrogantly
  249. > "Swimming is beneath me, why should I have to paddle like a dog?"
  250. > You raise your eyebrows
  251. "So, if you found a more graceful way of swimming, you would learn how?"
  252. > She grimaces
  253. > "If that even exists, yes."
  254. > You nod
  255. "I can work with that. How about you, Miss Spoon?"
  256. > The girl in question blushes, and mumbles something
  257. > You crouch down in front of her, and give her your best supportive smile
  258. "Could you repeat that?"
  259. > She licks her lips, but can't bring herself to speak
  260. > You reach out and rest your hand on her chest, your thumb rubbing circles in the fabric of the fuscia one piece covering her modest breasts
  261. > She looks up at you, still blushing, but with a resolute expression
  262. > "I'm afraid of drowning."
  263. > You smile reassuringly, and give her nipple a gentle pinch through the fabric
  264. "We'll defeat that fear together."
  265. > With a grunt, you stand up
  266. "Alright, here's what we'll do. Trixie and I will demonstrate different strokes for Ms. Tiara. Once you see one you like,"
  267. > You nod to the girl in question
  268. "Trixie can teach it to you, while I ease Ms. Spoon into things."
  269. > Trixie's gaze flickers between your face and the obvious bulge in your swimming trunks
  270. > "Are you sure there is nothing the Tight and Ready Trixie can help you with first?"
  271. > You shake your head
  272. "Not right now. Come on, let's swim."
  273. > She pouts, but follows you into the water
  274. > The indoor pool is warm, practically skin temperature, and you slip in easily
  275. > You start off with the breast stroke and swim the length of the pool a couple of times before switching to a new stroke
  276. > From time to time, you catch glimpses of Trixie's body
  277. > You have to admit, it's not like she doesn't have a reason to be vain
  278. > "Mr. Anon!"
  279. > You stop, making your way to the side of the pool and climb out
  280. "Yes, Diamond?"
  281. > She rubs her thighs together, staring at your obvious erection for two out of every three seconds
  282. > "I think I can be motivated to learn the one where you swim on your side."
  283. > She's just short enough that you have to lean down a fair bit to kiss her, while your left hand gently cups the back of her head
  284. > Diamond Tiara wordlessly whines, her tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with your own
  285. > She gropes for your right arm and when she finds it, she guides your hand down to her pussy
  286. > Her flower is hot and dripping with sticky nectar
  287. > Your fingers rub and tease at her entrance, slipping in every once in a while to make her squirm
  288. > Ms. Tiara breaks the kiss, leaning heavily on the arm that is giving her so much pleasure
  289. > You glance over your shoulder to see Trixie has stopped swimming entirely, and is fingering herself vigorously while mashing her tit with her free hand
  290. > Diamond Tiara mewls and whines as she humps your hand, clutching your arm and forcing your fingers inside herself with her other hand
  291. > You probe deeper into your student, rubbing against her slippery and writhing inner walls
  292. > She pants in uneven, fitful bursts as she shudders against you
  293. > She cries out, her pussy clenching down and milking your fingers with primal need
  294. > You keep up your assualt on her womanhood, slowing only as she comes down from her orgasm
  295. > She takes an unsteady step back, a blissful expression on her face
  296. > "Thanks, Mr. Anon. I think I'm ready to learn, now."
  297. > Trixie paddles over to the side of the pool, her mouth twisted in dissatisfaction
  298. > "The Wet and Skillful Trixie would like to relieve you, Mr. Anon. Will you not take responsibility for the sight of your boner?"
  299. > You turn an amused smirk on the girl
  300. "Am I disrupting your concentration? Well, that is inevitable, so you'll have to live with it until after the lesson."
  301. > She pouts
  302. > "The Humble and Contrite Trixie is considering the error of her ways."
  303. > You chuckle
  304. "That's good to hear. If you teach Diamond Tiara well, I'll be sure to reward you to our mutual satisfaction."
  305. > Trixie salutes
  306. > "Yes sir!"
  307. > You can't help but smile at her antics
  308. > Two down
  309. > Silver Spoon fidgets as you turn towards her
  310. "Sorry for the wait. Are you comfortable enough with the ladder, or do you want to use the ramp?"
  311. > She straightens up and swallows
  312. > "I can handle the ladder, i-if you hold me to keep me from falling."
  313. > You give her a nod
  314. "Then let's do that."
  315. > You jump back into the pool and turn to face the ladder on the shallow end
  316. > Silver clutches the metal pipes as she slowly backs towards the edge of the concrete
  317. > You lightly cup her thighs as she takes one step down
  318. > As she takes another hesitant step, you move up to cup her cute butt
  319. > You can't help but give it a little squeeze
  320. > Silver Spoon looks over her shoulder with a smile
  321. > "Thanks."
  322. > You wink at her
  323. "You're welcome."
  324. > A few more steps, and her feet find the floor
  325. > She turns around and latches onto your arms, the waterline just barely covering her bust
  326. > You get a grip on her slender arms
  327. "Alright, I'm going to pull you, so go ahead and practice kicking your legs. Ready?"
  328. > Ms. Spoon swallows, then nods
  329. > You start off slow, gliding backwards
  330. > The girl huffs and puffs, thrashing the water behind her
  331. > You pull her more quickly to match her speed
  332. "Easy, easy. I've got you, just focus on how much you actually need to kick to move forward."
  333. > She blushes, and while her deathgrip on your arms never slackens, she relaxes enough to get the hang of kicking
  334. > Soon enough, she's ready for the next step
  335. > You place on hand on her belly, and the other on her sternum, pressed against the edge of her soft underboob
  336. > You lift until she is horizontal, with her head still above the water
  337. "You were watching before, right? Let's try out the various strokes, so you can find one that's comfortable for you."
  338. > Silver Spoon nods, and begins to move her arms
  339. > She seems to be getting the hang of it, so you glance over to where Trixie is teaching Ms. Tiara
  340. > They are doing surprisingly well, you're glad they are taking this seriously
  341. > You return your attention to the girl on your hands, easily keeping pace with her movements
  342. > Despite how well she is doing, you can feel her breathing faster and faster
  343. "Hey let's take a break, alight?"
  344. > She slows to a stop and nods
  345. > You set her back onto her feet, but her knees give out almost immediately
  346. > She yelps, and you quickly grab her before she can sink
  347. > You chuckle as she clings to your chest
  348. "Sorry, I didn't think about how tired your legs must be."
  349. > Silver Spoon groans in embarrassment
  350. > "Ugh, why do I have to be so lame?"
  351. > You tow her towards the stairs, sitting down on one of the steps
  352. > You set her on your lap
  353. "You're not lame, you're just learning. No one is perfect at the start, but you're making good progress."
  354. > She pouts, and you have to smile at that
  355. > You rub her thigh, slowly circling closer and closer to her inner thigh
  356. "While we're here, how about you try putting your face underwater?"
  357. > Silver grimaces
  358. > "Do I have to?"
  359. > You move your hand from her thigh to her pussy, a meager strip of synthetic fabric separating your fingers and her flower
  360. "I think you'll come to like it."
  361. > She blushes, small hip movements grinding her sex against your hand
  362. > "If you say so."
  363. > You tug the crotch of her swimsuit to the side
  364. "Whenever you're ready."
  365. > Silver Spoon glances at you, then nods decisively
  366. > She takes a deep breath, then leans forward until her face is just below the water
  367. > You slip a finger inside her, rubbing slowly at her inner walls
  368. > She sits straight with a gasp, and frantically wipes water from her face
  369. > You just watch, keeping your movements slow and small
  370. > Once she catches her breath, she looks at you
  371. > "I'm going to try again."
  372. > You nod pleasantly
  373. "Keep at it."
  374. > You slip a second finger inside, and she squirms a little, a faint whimper escaping her lips
  375. > She takes a few more breaths, settling down, then she tries again
  376. > Silver Spoon lasts longer this time, almost six seconds
  377. > When she surfaces, she is much calmer about wiping the water from her face
  378. > You pump your fingers in and out in time with her breathing
  379. > She looks at you with flushed cheeks
  380. > "I think I need some more encouragement."
  381. > Her slender hand slips into your swimming trunks and pulls put your erection
  382. > You let out a shuddering breath as she strokes your manhood
  383. "I think I can give that to you."
  384. > Silver Spoon beams at you, and quickly moves to straddle your lap
  385. > "Thank you so-"
  386. > Her hips jerk as you withdraw your fingers
  387. > "Oh, so very-"
  388. > She lowers herself onto your cock, the tip just barely pushing apart her folds
  389. > "-much!"
  390. > She moans and shudders as she takes more and more of you inside her tight passage
  391. > You groan with pleasure, your hands on her hips, gently pressing down
  392. > When she finally hilts, you can feel every fold of her pussy on your dick as she orgasms
  393. > She collapses against your chest, her thighs clenched around your torso
  394. > You stroke her back and give her cute little butt as squeeze as she comes down from her ecstasy
  395. > When she finally catches her breath, she gives you a wide smile, and kisses your cheek
  396. > "Thanks, that was great!"
  397. > Wait, is she-
  398. > Silver Spoon stands up, your painfully hard dick slipping out of her pussy
  399. > It takes a considerable amount of self control not to just jam her back onto your cock and pound her tight little pussy for all its worth
  400. > Upon reflection, however, if she came just from hilting once, then by the time you are satisfied she would probably have a hard time swimming, or even walking, for that matter
  401. > That doesn't change the fact that even by the time the swimming lesson is over, you are looking forward to rewarding Trixie as much as she is
  402.  
  403. > You shower in the men's locker room, washing off the chlorine smell
  404. > You hear the door creak open, and you can easily guess who it is
  405. > A nude Trixie approaches you meekly, her hands clasped before her and her arms pressing her breasts together
  406. > "The Patient and Responsible Trixie is wondering if she was good enough for a reward?"
  407. > You beckon her closer, and she joins you under the spray of water
  408. "Do you think you'll wear a swimsuit for class?"
  409. > She glances down at your cock, and swallows
  410. > "I think I know why I shouldn't distract the boys, now. I will wear a swimsuit next time."
  411. > You grab her by the hips and pull her close
  412. > She looks up at your hopefully, her hands resting on your chest
  413. "Sounds like you've learned your lesson. Now, how about we make it stick?"
  414. > Trixie begins to grin as she reaches down and guides your cock between her water-slick thighs
  415. > "The Wet and Ready Trixie will strive to memorize this lesson."
  416. > You cock slips inside her, bathed in her arousal
  417. > Trixie hums in delight, wrapping her arms around your neck
  418. > You thrust into her, exulting in the sensation of her soft, slippery body pressed against yours
  419. > Your hands slide from her hips to her ass, kneading and spreading her delicious flesh
  420. > She moans, pulling herself up and wrapping her legs around your waist
  421. > You have to lean back to keep your balance
  422. > Trixie's hips roll and surge against you, sending waves of pleasure through you
  423. > Your fingers dig deep into her pliant butt cheeks as you lift her up
  424. > You kiss her mouth, your tongue easily gaining entry
  425. > She tastes sweet, with a hint of peanut butter
  426. > The girl hums happily, exploring your mouth in turn
  427. > You thrust again and again into her depths, inching ever closer to release
  428. > You take a few careful steps, and she gasps, breaking the kiss as the cold tiles of the wall touch her back
  429. > Trixie scowls up at you
  430. > "A little warning, please?"
  431. > You give her ass an extra firm squeeze
  432. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking. Speaking of warnings, where do you want me to cum?"
  433. > Her legs tighten around you
  434. > "Inside, of course!"
  435. > You chuckle, and resume pounding her pussy
  436. "As you wish."
  437. > You press into her against the wall, her body practically melting as she clings to you
  438. > She whimpers, showering your chest and neck with kisses
  439. > Trixie grinds against your pelvis, her inner walls worshiping your length
  440. > The air is thick with steam and the smell of sex
  441. > Your body is hot, from the heat of the shower, from the heat of exertion, and from the heat of desire
  442. > Trixie's eyes are clenched closed as she roils and writhes against you
  443. > "Cum inside me, Mr. Anon! Fill me up! Give me everything you have, every last drop!"
  444. > All rational thought slips from your mind as you hear those words
  445. > You thrust into her with animal frenzy, answering the primal desire of her body with your own
  446. > Her legs tighten around you almost painfully, as you thrust as deep as you can
  447. > Your seed erupts inside of her, each pulse carrying the heat of the lust that has been building the entire morning
  448. > Trixie cries out in wonder, shuddering and quivering with pleasure
  449. > Gradually, she relaxes in the warm water raining down on you both
  450. > You set her down on her shaky legs, leaving a hand on her lower back to steady her
  451. > She rubs her cheeks, and chuckles
  452. > "I don't think I'll have any trouble remembering my lesson now."
  453. > You can't help but laugh as well
  454. "I should hope not."
  455. > The two of you spend a few more minutes in the shower, washing off the remnants of your love making
  456. > All in all, a pretty successful day, you think
  457.  
  458. > Be Anon, in a white T-shirt and grey sweatpants
  459. > As you walk into the meeting room, you get the distinct feeling you are underdressed
  460. > Slacks, jackets, frilly blouses and pressed shirts as far as the eye can see
  461. > An unfamiliar blonde woman in a pink turtle-neck and purple suit sneers at you
  462. > Considering that she's lounging in front of the projection screen, you suspect you just made a poor impression on the consultant the education board sent
  463. > You give her a polite nod, and head towards the back of the room
  464. > On the way, you snag a blue berry donut from the boxes on the table
  465. > On one hand, it's not like you really need to impress anyone
  466. > On the other hand, you do feel you owe Celestia, so it's not great that you reflect poorly on the school right now
  467. > Ah well, not much you can do about it now
  468. > You spy an empty seat at the end of an aisle, next to Vice Principal Luna
  469. > You jog over
  470. "This seat taken?"
  471. > Luna looks up in surprise
  472. > "Anonymous, good morning. By all means, the seat is yours."
  473. > You nod your thanks and settle in
  474. "Mornin' Luna."
  475. > You yawn, wiping tired tears from your eyes with your free hand
  476. > Luna raises an eyebrow
  477. > "Are you still not used to an 8 o'clock schedule?"
  478. > You shake your head
  479. "No, I just kept waking up all night. Must have gotten six hours of sleep over nine hours in bed."
  480. > She grimaces
  481. > "That sounds unpleasant. If you like, I can watch you while you sleep this weekend, that way we can figure out what's interfering with your rest."
  482. > You raise your eyebrows
  483. "You want to watch me sleep?"
  484. > Luna blushes
  485. > "It's not that, I've always been fascinated by sleep and dreaming, and I got to work at a sleep lab when I was studying psychology. It wouldn't be the full set up, but I-"
  486. > The board consultant clears her throat
  487. > Almost immediately, everyone quiets down
  488. > You lean over a bit to whisper into Luna's ear
  489. "Worth a try. Let's talk more after this."
  490. > Luna gives you a small smile and nods
  491.  
  492. > The presentation is painfully dull
  493. > Something something initiative
  494. > Progress assessment rubric
  495. > Teaching for the workplace
  496. > Discipline and diligence
  497. > And so on
  498. > Even this Ms. Harshwhinny's somewhat posh accent isn't enough to keep your attention focused
  499. > Eating the donut was a mistake, as well
  500. > You were already tired, and now you're crashing from the aftereffects of the sugar rush
  501. > You feel yourself start to nod off
  502. > A hand grabs your knee and gives your leg a shake
  503. > You jolt back into full awareness and give Luna a rueful smile
  504. "Thanks."
  505. > She returns the smile, and scribbles something on the legal pad on her lap
  506. > You glance at Ms. Harshwhinny, who doesn't seem to have noticed your little lapse
  507. > Something- ah, the legal pad- jabs you in the stomach
  508. > You take it, as well as the pen Luna hands you
  509. > On the paper, in neat and pretty handwriting, is a short message
  510. > 'I'm bored, you're tired, why don't we fix that?'
  511. > You raise an eyebrow and write,
  512. 'What did you have in mind?'
  513. > You pass the pad back
  514. > Luna takes the pen and writes quickly
  515. > 'Let's give each other a hand.'
  516. > You start to write a response
  517. 'What do you mea-'
  518. > You get your answer as Luna slips a hand under your waistband and curls her fingers around your cock
  519. > You inhale sharply, feeling at once like you are dreaming, but also wide awake
  520. > She doesn't do much more, just tightening and relaxing her fingers around your rapidly hardening length
  521. > You keep your breathing steady and decide to return the favor
  522. > You try to slide a hand down her pants, but the waist is too tight
  523. > A flick of your fingers, and the button is unfastened
  524. > With this new slack, you easily slip behind her silky panties
  525. > Your fingers press lightly against her warm skin, then onward through her trim little bush
  526. > Her labia are velvety to your touch, flatteringly hot with her arousal
  527. > You stroke the sensitive skin, matching the pace Luna is taking with your dick
  528. > You keep your eyes forward, trying to at least pretend to pay attention to the presentation
  529. > Out of the corner of your eye, you see Luna pick the pad up and resume taking notes left-handed
  530. > You can't help but be impressed at her ambidexterity, as well as her focus
  531. > ...
  532. > You want to disrupt that focus
  533. > You rub your palm over the mound hiding her clit
  534. > Luna's hips jerk, her hand on your cock clenching
  535. > She spares you a petulant glare, then turns back to face the slideshow
  536. > Cute
  537. > You let up for the moment, but you have definitely found something to keep the two of you entertained
  538.  
  539. > Celestia occasionally mentioned that she and Luna would get caught up in prank wars
  540. > It's only now that you are three fingers deep that you remember her saying how competitive Luna could be
  541. > For her part, Luna jerking you off pretty vigorously
  542. > Using hand lotion is cheating, you think
  543. > Unfortunately for fair play, the referee that is your dick is being heavily bribed
  544. > You bite your lip to keep from making noise
  545. > You are painfully close to release
  546. > Your fingers quest as deep as they can, searching Luna's tunnel for that one sweet spot to turn the tide of this wank war
  547. > It's not enough
  548. > Her hand encloses your glans, her lotion-slick fingers rapidly rolling over the underside
  549. > You seize up, helplessly thrusting into her grip as you cum
  550. > Luna stares at the damp spot forming on the crotch of your sweatpants
  551. > She gently removes her hand, covered in lotion and semen
  552. > You likewise extract yourself from her crotch
  553. > She wipes off her hand with a handkerchief from her purse, then writes something on the legal pad
  554. > 'Sorry about that. At least you're awake now. :)'
  555. > You roll your eyes, but you still respond
  556. 'Yeah, things really got out of hand. Badum tish.'
  557. > Luna groans and you smile
  558.  
  559. > After the presentation, most of the faculty wander off
  560. > You would do the same, but Ms. Harshwhinny is heading directly for you
  561. > You stand, a sinking feeling in your stomach
  562. > Luna stands beside you, and gives your butt a reassuring squeeze
  563. > The consultant looks you up and down, obviously unimpressed
  564. > "And what is it you do here, Mr..."
  565. > You give her a polite grimace
  566. "Anonymous. I am an assistant Physical Education teacher."
  567. > She frowns
  568. > "I suppose that explains your..."
  569. > Her eyes flicker to the damp spot on your crotch
  570. > "...athletic appearance. Regardless, while I recognize that my presentation was mostly for real teachers, you really should try to act in a more professional manner, and not distract those around you."
  571. > You open your mouth to retort, but Luna beats you to it
  572. > "Ms. Harshwhinny, I was the one to initiate our little exchange, and you are free to look over my notes if you feel my attention was lacking. Furthermore, I do not appreciate the implication that Anonymous is a less valid member of the faculty, merely because of the field of content he covers."
  573. > The women glare at each other for a long moment, and you are loathe to interrupt
  574. > Finally, Ms. Harshwhinny sniffs
  575. > "I'll take your word for your capabilities, Vice Principal Luna. However, the board does have some concern about how abruptly and arbitrary Mr. Anonymous was hired. As such, I would like to assess his skills in order to assuage their worries. I trust you do not object?"
  576. > Luna frowns
  577. > "Will you be monitoring his classes, then?"
  578. > The blonde woman laughs
  579. > "Oh no, nothing so prolonged. I will merely see how he does with me, by the numbers. What do you say, Mr. Anonymous? Shall we get this over with now, or do you have prior engagements?"
  580. > You smile, finally on more familiar conversational ground
  581. "Now is fine."
  582. > Ms. Harshwhinny smiles
  583. > "Very good. Any objections, Ms. Luna?"
  584. > Luna crosses her arms
  585. > "I have none at this time."
  586. > The consultant nods, then looks at you
  587. > "You may start when ready."
  588. > You take a step forward, a mere few inches from her chest
  589. "Good."
  590. > Then you lift her chin and kiss her on the lips
  591. > She smells of lavender, with an undercurrent of citrus
  592. > As you kiss her more and more insistently, your hands explore her face, cupping her cheeks, stroking her neck, pushing through her silky hair to caress her scalp
  593. > Her breathing deepens, and almost unconsciously her hands come to rest on your chest
  594. > You look into her half-lidded eyes, and smile against her mouth
  595. > Your tongue meets no resistance as it parts her lips and samples her mouth
  596. > As you deepen the kiss, she clasps her hands behind your neck
  597. > You reciprocate by wrapping your arms around her, resting your hands on her lower back and pressing her against you
  598. > Ms. Harshwhinny hums in approval
  599. > You can see Luna out of the corner of your eye, rubbing her thighs together
  600. > You gradually tighten your embrace, until you can feel every line of the blonde businesswoman's body against your own
  601. > When you finally loosen your hold and break the kiss, she's panting and blushing
  602. > You can't help but smile a little at the contrast to her more uptight persona
  603. > She senses your amusement, and struggles to regain her composure
  604. > "I will grant that you are an acceptable kisser."
  605. > Luna scoffs
  606. > "Just acceptable?"
  607. > She steps closer and sticks her hand down Ms. Harshwhinny's pants
  608. > The businesswoman yelps and Luna smirks
  609. > "You're remarkably wet for a merely 'acceptable' performance."
  610. > Ms. Harshwhinny yanks Luna's hand out and scowls
  611. > "My assessment is far from over, and I will not have you interfering on his behalf. However..."
  612. > She eyes Luna's bust
  613. > "He should be able to handle two female students at once. You will do nicely as a test of his multitasking ability."
  614. > Luna shrugs
  615. > "Fair enough."
  616. > Ms. Harshwhinny begins taking off her jacket
  617. > "Mr. Anonymous, I would ask that you attend to our breasts, now."
  618. > You nod
  619. "Understood."
  620. > You can't help but stare as the women pull off their shirts and bras in a single motion
  621. > The blonde is somewhat more than a handful, while Luna is somewhere between a b and a c cup, if you had to guess
  622. > The businesswoman smirks, thrusting out her chest
  623. > Luna rolls her eyes, and merely steps into your arm's reach
  624. > You start slow, softly tracing lines on their tender flesh with your fingertips
  625. > It takes some concentration to account for the size difference as you stroke their tits
  626. > You spiral closer and closer to their nipples, until you are making quick, light circles around their areolas
  627. > Ms. Harshwhinny makes an abortive movement with her arm, clenching her fist
  628. > Since she is also rubbing her thighs together, you think you've teased her long enough
  629. > You start kneading her breast, varying the strength of your grasping, crushing grip, letting your thumb flick her nipple at the end of the motion
  630. > Her face tenses up, her eyes tightly shut as she struggles to retain her composure
  631. > Meanwhile, Luna leans into your touch, humming with pleasure
  632. > One hand clutches your wrist, the other grasps at her other tit, mashing and pulling and pinching
  633. > Satisfied that she is well in hand, you focus once more on the squirming Ms. Harshwhinny
  634. > You give her a chaste kiss on the lips, then another on her jaw, then neck, and so on down her chest until you give her firm nipple a peck
  635. > She leans against your hand, instinctively trying to chase the fleeting pleasure of your mouth
  636. > You answer her need by slurping her nipple up, sucking on it while your tongue circles and flicks around the sensitive nub
  637. > The blonde groans, her hand running through your hair, pressing your face deeper into her dirty pillow
  638. > Luna makes a low, throaty chuckle
  639. > "I'd say this is at least acceptable, wouldn't you?"
  640. > Ms. Harshwhinny opens her eyes blearily, staring at Luna in incomprehension
  641. > You give her nipple a pinch
  642. > Her breath catches, and her already rosy cheeks blush a deeper red
  643. > "Ah, yes, of course. Perhaps it is time to move on to the final matter."
  644. > You let go of their boobs, Harshwhinny's nipple leaving your mouth with a small pop
  645. > You are pretty satisfied with how her chest is heaving, and with how Luna is licking her lips in anticipation
  646. "Oral next, I assume?"
  647. > As you all strip nude, Ms. Harshwhinny coughs
  648. > "That, ah, won't be necessary."
  649. > You raise your eyebrow
  650. "Are you sure?"
  651. > Luna grins in a predatory manner
  652. > "Yes, Ms. Harshwhinny, surely this is a crucial part of his skill set to test?"
  653. > The businesswoman blushes, and even though her hand covers her pussy, it cannot hide the juices running down her inner thighs
  654. > "I am sufficiently lubricated, and I am sure we all have peo- things to do today."
  655. > She abruptly turns around and braces her arms on the meeting room table
  656. > Ms. Harshwhinny widens her stance, presenting her glistening flower to you
  657. > "Now, please, Mr. Anonymous, carry on."
  658. > You grab a handful of her ass, pulling it to the side as you line up your erection with her slit
  659. > She inhales sharply, but makes no comment
  660. > You rub the head of your cock up and down her labia, slick and hot with her arousal
  661. > She groans
  662. > "Just stick it in already!"
  663. > Luna comes up behind you, pressing her naked body against your back
  664. > She whispers in your ear,
  665. > "Let's put her out of her misery."
  666. > Then she thrusts her hips against you, pushing your dick into Ms. Harshwhinny's honeyed depths
  667. > The blonde cries out in pleasure, her back arching
  668. > You start slow, exulting in how Luna's breasts and thighs rub against you in order to match your motions
  669. > She reaches around you to latch onto Harshwhinny's hips
  670. > "I've got this, now show her what you can do."
  671. > You grin
  672. "As you wish."
  673. > You lean forward, one hand finding the businesswoman's tit, the other dipping into the valley between her thighs and rubbing circles on the hood of her clit
  674. > Ms. Harshwhinny is panting, making wordless whining noises
  675. > Her hips roll and buck, eagerly impaling herself again and again on your cock
  676. > You can't shake the feeling you're forgetting something
  677. > It doesn't help that Luna is whispering the same phrase in your ear, over and over,
  678. > "Fuck that arrogant bitch!"
  679. > Thanks for the input, but you're already doing that
  680. > You look down in contemplation, idly admiring the jiggling of Ms. Harshwhinny's child-bearing hips and delicious ass
  681. > ...
  682. > Oh yeah,
  683. "Do you want it inside or out?"
  684. > Luna growls in your ear,
  685. > "Inside!"
  686. > For her part, Harshwhinny doesn't seem to have heard you
  687. > You let go of her tit and grab her long, silky hair and give it a tug
  688. > Her head turns to the side a little, and you catch the glazed look in her eye
  689. > Right
  690. > You grab her shoulder and shake her a bit
  691. > The businesswoman blinks, then looks over her shoulder at you, while still thrusting herself upon your cock
  692. > "Yes?"
  693. > You give her a professionally bland smile
  694. "Would you like me to cum inside of you, or outside?"
  695. > She stares at you a little longer, and you start to wonder if you are actually fucking her stupid
  696. > Then she opens her eyes wide
  697. > "Outside! Definitely outside."
  698. > You ruffle her hair, partly because it's cute, partly because you like messing with her carefully maintained appearance
  699. "Understood."
  700. > She gives you a grateful smile, then goes a little cross-eyed as you thrust particularly deep inside her
  701. > "Than-nnn, oh, thank you."
  702. > Fuck
  703. > What little restraint you had is gone
  704. > You start pounding her ass as hard as you can, meaty slaps echoing in the conference room
  705. > Harshwhinny's head thrashes up, then down as her moans get progressively louder
  706. > Luna is barely keeping up, her body writhing against yours
  707. > She is panting with desire, and whispering evil thoughts into your ear
  708. > "You know you want to fill her up."
  709. > She lets go of Harshwhinny's hip with one hand in order to cradle your balls
  710. > "I want to feel you knock her up, Mr. Anonymous."
  711. > You try to ignore her as you rail Harshwhinny
  712. > But it's increasingly difficult
  713. > "Can you feel her clench around you?"
  714. > Yes, you most certainly can
  715. > "Can you feel how hot and wet she is for you?"
  716. > It's like you're burying your cock in its own personal sauna, with a Swedish masseuse rubbing every inch of your length
  717. > "She wants your cum. Why don't you give it to her?"
  718. > Luna thrusts along with you, but her hips trap you a little longer each time as you hilt
  719. > You are quickly realizing what a dangerous position you are in
  720. > You look over your shoulder into Luna's smoldering eyes
  721. "Some other time, right now I have to cum on her ass."
  722. > Meanwhile, Ms. Harshwhinny's pussy is clamping down something fierce, pulsing and quivering around your length
  723. > You hang on by the skin of your teeth
  724. > Luna pouts
  725. > "Fine, but let me aim."
  726. "Deal."
  727. > You pull out as the businesswoman shudders in the last dregs of her orgasm
  728. > You cock barely has the time to cool in the air before Luna's hand wraps around it
  729. > She rests her chin on your shoulder, pumping your dick, still slick with Harshwhinny's cum
  730. > Meanwhile, she gently massages your balls
  731. > "Cum for me."
  732. > You teeter on the edge of orgasm, gasping for air as Luna's grip on your shaft tightens
  733. > "Give her your cum!"
  734. > Your body responds to her command, white hot pleasure flooding your mind
  735. > Luna giggles, pumping rope after rope onto Harshwhinny's ass
  736. > She pushes you a little closer, aiming carefully
  737. > The last of your seed lands on the blonde's puffy pink vulva
  738. > The sight sends an aftershock of arousal through you, even as you begin to soften
  739. > Ms. Harshwhinny waits a little longer, then shakily pushes off of the table
  740. > Luna amuses herself by remaining draped across your back, and jiggling your balls
  741. > "So, what do you think? Was that acceptable?"
  742. > The blonde shudders
  743. > "Acceptable? Acceptable?"
  744. > She squirms happily, a hand stroking her pussy and picking up your semen
  745. > "That was the best orgasm I have ever had!"
  746. > She giggles, licking her fingers clean
  747. "I'm glad it was good for you too. Do you think this will satisfy the board?"
  748. > The businesswoman waves her hand dismissively as she bends down to retrieve her pants
  749. > "Oh, rest assured, that will not be a problem. Rather..."
  750. > She pulls up her panties, turning around to show the jizz on her ass soaking into the fabric
  751. > Harshwhinny looks over her shoulder with a wry expression
  752. > "There may be some board members who would come to you for satisfaction. My sympathies."
  753. > You sigh, and reach behind you to pat Luna's butt
  754. "A teacher's work is never done."
  755.  
  756. > After Ms. Harshwhinny leaves, Luna finally stops clinging to your back
  757. > She sits on the table edge, crossing and uncrossing her legs
  758. > "That went well. Sorry about the whole..."
  759. > You grab a cushioned fold up chair and sit across from her
  760. > It's definitely because your legs are tired from standing, and not at all to more easily admire the intermittent view between her thighs
  761. "Attempted insemination by proxy?"
  762. > Luna blushes
  763. > "I'm not sure what came over me, I hope it wasn't too weird for you."
  764. > You cough
  765. "Rather than weird, it was insanely hot."
  766. > Luna freezes, staring at you with wide eyes
  767. > "It was?"
  768. > You nod
  769. "Want to try it again sometime? It wouldn't be too hard to get Celestia or Spitfire on board."
  770. > She blushes, her toes curling at the idea
  771. > "Not with my sister, but I would like that. How does this coming Sunday sound?"
  772. > You shrug
  773. "Fine by me, and I'll let you know what Spitfire says."
  774. > Luna licks her lips
  775. > "I'll be looking forward to it."
  776.  
  777.  
  778. > Be Anon, wandering the weight room
  779. > Your students are largely well-behaved, but you still keep an eye on the free-weights area
  780. > You come across Fluttershy at the hip adduction/abduction machine
  781. > She's gazing forward with some intensity, her lips moving as she silently counts
  782. > You wait until she's done with her set before speaking
  783. "Hey Fluttershy, how's it going?"
  784. > She looks up at you, suddenly cheerful
  785. > "I'm doing well, Mr. Anonymous. Ever since I started participating more in class, I've been getting stronger. Um, would you like to feel it?"
  786. > She flexes the arm closest to you
  787. > You give her bicep a good squeeze
  788. "That's some nice muscle, definitely. And how are these doing?"
  789. > You cup her breasts, jiggling them slightly
  790. > She giggles
  791. > "They're fine, I'm wearing some good sports bras, and that helps a lot."
  792. > You give them a final squeeze
  793. "That's good to hear. Oh, a something to keep in mind with this machine: while it does strengthen your adductor muscle groups-"
  794. > You stroke her inner thighs
  795. "- and your abductor muscle groups, -"
  796. > You rub her hips
  797. "- it does so in isolation. These are stabilizing muscles, and work to support larger muscle groups like your glutes."
  798. > You dig your fingers into what you can reach of her pert bottom
  799. "That means that if you don't work them out equally with the other groups, you can get muscle imbalances and maybe even joint issues later on. If you want to strengthen them more naturally, squats and lunges are good alternatives."
  800. > Fluttershy nods seriously
  801. > "I think I'll try that when I work out at home."
  802. > You give her head a few pats
  803. "Good girl."
  804. > She beams at you, wiggling happily under your hand
  805. > Unfortunately, you still have a job to do
  806. "Well, I've taken up enough of your time for now. Keep up the good work."
  807. > Fluttershy nods earnestly
  808. > "I will!"
  809.  
  810. > Partway through your rounds, Sunset comes jogging towards you, smiling and lightly blushing
  811. > "Mr. Anonymous!"
  812. > You stop
  813. "What's got you upset, Sunset?"
  814. > She comes to a stop before you and rolls her eyes
  815. > "Nothing much, I'm just a little distracted, that's all. Mind helping me out?"
  816. > She turns around, pulls her shorts down, and bends over
  817. > You admire her glistening slit, so prominently displayed
  818. "Sure thing."
  819. > You push down your sweatpants and line up your cock
  820. > Sunset hums in contentment as you penetrate her
  821. > You latch onto her hips, thrusting more and more deeply into her feverish pussy
  822. > She pants, hands on her knees, her boobs swaying back and forth
  823. > All too quickly, she tightens around you, moaning and soaking your crotch in her cum
  824. > Sunset lingers for a moment after her orgasm, then promptly slides off your dick and pulls up her shorts
  825. > "Thanks, Mr. A!"
  826. > You sigh as she walks off, reluctantly pulling up your pants
  827. "Anytime, Sunset."
  828. > Then you feel a tapping on your shoulder
  829. > You turn to find Rarity smiling politely
  830. "Can I help you?"
  831. > She tosses a lock of hair over her shoulder
  832. > "Rather, I believe we can help each other, Darling. I saw how Sunset left you high and dry, and I must say I was rather affected by your predicament. Shall we cum together, Darling?"
  833. > You grin
  834. "Thank you, Rarity, I'd appreciate that."
  835. > She preens at your words of gratitude
  836. > "Then lay down, and I'll take care of everything."
  837. > You are happy to comply, even though the floor is hard tile and cold on your bare skin as you take off your pants
  838. > Rarity strips quickly, her modest bust jiggling with every motion
  839. > She straddles your waist, crouching while resting her hands on your chest
  840. > Her breasts hang like soft, succulent fruit before you
  841. > She coos happily as you squeeze and knead her tits
  842. > Her hips grind and roll against your erection, trapping it between her dripping folds and coating it in her arousal
  843. > Rarity bites her lip, breathing heavily
  844. > You grab her ass, pulling it to the side and letting go, letting it jiggle
  845. "You're doing great, Rarity. You feel absolutely fabulous."
  846. > She leans back, tossing her hair over her shoulder, trying to retain her composure
  847. > "Of course I do, Mr. Anonymous. The body is but the garment of the mind, and everything I wear is fabulous."
  848. > You chuckle
  849. "There can be no denying that. Still, I would like to appreciate your inner beauty as well as your outer."
  850. > You thrust upwards, lifting the young lady an inch or two while your dick remains achingly exposed to the warm air of the gym
  851. > Rarity gives you a wry smile
  852. > "Patience is a virtue, Darling. However,"
  853. > Her left hand slides down her hip and between her legs, her slender fingers spreading her flower in all its delicate glory
  854. > Her right hand curls around your erection, lining it up with her glistening entrance
  855. > "We have both waited long enough."
  856. > She lowers herself, her folds wrapping around you like a velvet glove
  857. > You groan, and she whimpers, biting her lip as her eyes roll back in her head
  858. > You grab her hips and start working your length in and out of her
  859. > Rarity shudders in pleasure, whimpering and whining in desperate need
  860. > She feels amazing, her hips rolling and surging against your own
  861. "Oh fuck, I needed this."
  862. > She grins at you, slowly coming to lay down on your chest
  863. > "Mmm, so glad I could help, Darling. Your reactions are quite flattering."
  864. > She's practically purring as she grinds her hips against yours in a circular motion
  865. > You can only bear to look at her sultry expression for so long
  866. > You pull her head down and draw her into a kiss
  867. > Her eyes go wide, then slowly drift closed
  868. > You close your eyes as well, focusing on the sensations of her pussy sliding and constricting around your cock and the taste of her mouth
  869. > Rarity hums in pleasure, her tongue skilled and lingering as she savors the kiss
  870. > You lose yourself in the moment, riding high on the exquisite pleasure of plundering this lewd young woman's body
  871. > Your hands explore her smooth, pale skin, grasping onto her soft flesh with animal desire
  872. > Rarity exults in your attentions, cooing and whispering lewd encouragements as you worship her body
  873. > You feel yourself nearing the edge of your self-control, your mind growing hazy with an ancient need
  874. > You purposefully cup her breasts in your hands, leaving her free to move in whatever way she wishes
  875. "I'm going to cum soon, Rarity."
  876. > She blinks at you
  877. > Then she licks her lips, her smile growing increasingly smug
  878. > "Good."
  879. > Rarity picks up the pace, spearing herself again and again on your cock in rapid succession
  880. > You pant and swear, fully at the mercy of your student
  881. > She cups your cheek gently in her soft hand and kisses you chastely on the lips
  882. > "Cum for me."
  883. > Those words unlock a torrent inside you
  884. > You grab her hips and slam your dick as deep inside her as you can
  885. > Her eyes roll back once more as your seed jets inside of her, coating her convulsing walls
  886. > At the same time, Rarity's passage floods with her orgasm
  887. > She collapses on top of your chest, her hips twitching and bucking as she rides out the waves of pleasure coursing through her body
  888. > You gently stroke her back
  889. "Good girl. That's a good girl."
  890. > After a moment, you hear footsteps approaching
  891. > You hope it isn't another girl coming for relief, you are pretty spent right now
  892. > You look up
  893. > Well, it's not a girl
  894. > Coach Spitfire raises an eyebrow at you, cum coating her lips and her chin, glistening across her cleavage, and dripping down her inner thighs
  895. > "Laying down on the job, Anon?"
  896. > Rarity stands shakily, and you follow suit
  897. "Just conserving energy, that's all. Can I help you with something? Looks like you've had your hands full."
  898. > She rolls her eyes
  899. > "Along with all of my holes. Next time, don't just help out a girl in front of a bunch of guys. Take her out in the hall or something, okay?"
  900. > You blush
  901. "Ah, sorry about that. I'll definitely remember next time."
  902. > Spitfire smiles at you
  903. > "It's alright, we're all learning here. Except you, Rarity!"
  904. > Spitfire slaps the girl on the ass
  905. > "Go show off on your own time!"
  906. > Rarity blushes, rubbing her stinging cheek
  907. > "Yes ma'am."
  908. > You use the distraction to grab a towel
  909. > As Spitfire turns back to you, you start wiping off the cum from her face
  910. "Does she do this often?"
  911. > Your fellow teacher spares you a grateful smile before glaring at Rarity some more
  912. > "Mostly to new teachers, or during lunch period. She'll be serving detention with me this afternoon, for what good that will do."
  913. > Rarity pauses in the midst of putting her clothes back on
  914. > "Again?"
  915. > You give her an unamused look
  916. "I'm not sure why you are surprised, if this is a regular thing for you."
  917. > The young woman huffs
  918. > "I had hoped to finish the dresses for the girls this afternoon..."
  919. > Coach Spitfire snorts
  920. > "Should have thought of that before your little show."
  921. > Rarity sighs
  922. > "Oh, very well, I suppose I deserve this. Another time, Mr. Anonymous."
  923. > You nod an acknowledgement as she wanders off
  924. > Turning back to Spitfire, you start swabbing at the spattering of spunk on her slopes
  925. > She tugs down her tank top, exposing her breasts to your ministrations
  926. > "Thanks for this, Anon. Boys can be so messy."
  927. > You chuckle
  928. "I can't blame them. You have an absurdly sexy body."
  929. > She smiles at that
  930. > She replies as you lift up a boob to wipe up the drippings underneath
  931. > "That's sweet of you to say. Speaking of my body and sexiness, do you have any plans for the weekend?"
  932. > You start on her other boob, shifting your grip on the towel so that you're wiping with a relatively clean surface
  933. "As a matter of fact, I was hoping to talk to you about that. How do you feel about having some fun with me and Luna this Sunday?"
  934. > Coach Spitfire tilts her head
  935. > "Business fun or casual fun?"
  936. > You give her nipple a light pinch as you finish wiping up the cum
  937. "Casual. She wants to press up against me and feel me cum inside you. Interested?"
  938. > She grins
  939. > "Kinky, I'm in."
  940. "Nice. Let's plan on the evening, say, 7PM my place?"
  941. > You go to grab another towel
  942. > "I'll be there. Oh, and don't bother with down there. Rarity!"
  943. > The girl pokes her head out from behind the weight machines
  944. > "Yes?"
  945. > Spitfire beckons her over
  946. > "Mind licking up the leftovers of your admirers?"
  947. > The fashionista just sighs
  948. > "Yes, Coach Spitfire."
  949. > Your fellow teacher pulls down her shorts, revealing her glazed pussy
  950. > Rarity kneels down and starts licking, beginning with the drips along the thighs and heading upward
  951. > Spitfire gives you a lopsided smile
  952. > "She's a good girl, when she wants to be."
  953. > You nod, and watch your student swallow the cum from Spitfire's legs
  954. "So I see."
  955.  
  956.  
  957. > You walk into the classroom as the last bell rings
  958. > You eye the girl slumped over her desk, face buried in her arms
  959. > You sigh
  960. > It seems Gilda got into another fight in the cafeteria
  961. > You sit sideways in the chair next to her and poke her shoulder
  962. > "Fuck off."
  963. > You poke her again
  964. "I'm afraid it's fuck on for now."
  965. > That gets a single chuckle out of her, and she turns her head to give you a half-hearted glare
  966. > "Just leave me alone, like everyone else."
  967. > You start rubbing circles on her back, trying to comfort her through the thick fabric of her hoodie
  968. "But I don't leave everyone else alone. So you're just going to have to put up with me."
  969. > Gilda scowls
  970. > "You know what I mean. If there was another girl here, you'd just go to her instead."
  971. > You pause, hand in between her shoulderblades
  972. "You think you're unattractive?"
  973. > She scoffs
  974. > "Why else would guys never ask me for relief?"
  975. > You frown
  976. "I'm not sure. It might be that you pick fights with guys, but let's test your hypothesis first."
  977. > She looks non-plussed
  978. > "What do you mean?"
  979. > You tug on her hoodie
  980. "Mind taking this off? It kinda hides your figure."
  981. > Gilda sighs
  982. > "Fine."
  983. > She sits up straight and starts pulling up on the hoodie
  984. > You get a brief glimpse of toned abs before her white tank top falls back
  985. > She crosses her arms under her bust and glares at you
  986. > "Well?"
  987. > You eye her breasts, covered in thin fabric
  988. > They look like they would be a perfect handful
  989. > Only one way to find out
  990. > "Wha-"
  991. > You heft her boobs in your hands, giving them the occasional gentle squeeze
  992. > Her arms slacken, and she blushes
  993. "Well, hiding your perfect tits probably doesn't help."
  994. > Gilda stares down at her chest, and you take the opportunity to pop them out of the tank top and pink bra
  995. > "Perfect?"
  996. > You dig your fingers into her warm, soft globes
  997. "Oh yes, perfectly sized, and the right mix of soft and perky. Any reason why you don't show them off?"
  998. > She rubs her arms and looks away
  999. > "It's cold."
  1000. > You can see some goosebumps forming
  1001. "Huh. We'll have to figure out a solution then."
  1002. > You tuck her tits back in the tank top, and she pulls the hoodie back on quickly
  1003. > Your gaze travels down to her baggy cargo pants
  1004. "Mind taking those off as well?"
  1005. > She looks down, then shrugs
  1006. > "Sure."
  1007. > Gilda stands up and unbuttons her pants
  1008. > They slip down, revealing pink, lacey panties and some generous hips and thighs
  1009. > You raise your eyebrows
  1010. "Looking good here too. Let me turn you around."
  1011. > You grab her hips and start to move her
  1012. > "Hey, I can do it myself!"
  1013. > You let go and raise your hands in surrender
  1014. "Sorry, I just couldn't resist touching you."
  1015. > Gilda blushes a deeper red, and turns her back on you
  1016. > "You're just saying that because you're a teacher."
  1017. > You scoot closer to her plush ass, and give it a squeeze
  1018. > Your fingers dig in slightly less than an inch before hitting toned muscle
  1019. "Fuck you, for hiding this rocking body beneath baggy clothes. Bend over for me?"
  1020. > She wrenches her ass out of your hands and turns to scowl at you, her face tomato red
  1021. > "Stop making fun of me! You're just making up stuff because you have to!"
  1022. > You point at the tent in your pants
  1023. "Does this look like I'm lying?"
  1024. > Her eyes go wide
  1025. > "M-maybe you saw some hotter girl before you came here."
  1026. > You sigh
  1027. "And suppose I were to fuck you?"
  1028. > Gilda's thighs rub together
  1029. > "Wouldn't prove anything."
  1030. > You raise an eyebrow at her
  1031. > This is going nowhere
  1032. "Alright, put your pants back on. Let's go to your home and try to pick out a better outfit."
  1033. > She obeys quickly, but not before you notice a small damp spot growing on her panties
  1034. > Well, that is progress
  1035.  
  1036. > Gilda fidgets the whole car ride, but doesn't say anything
  1037. > You follow her to the front door of a typical suburban house
  1038. > She opens the door and calls out,
  1039. > "Mom, I'm home!"
  1040. > You step inside and take off your shoes, leaving them next to Gilda's sneakers
  1041. > "Welcome back, Gilly"
  1042. > Gilda groans
  1043. > A tall woman with long, purple-white hair steps out of the kitchen, wiping her hands in a towel
  1044. > A black apron barely contains her considerable bust, only partially covering a tan sports bra
  1045. > The only other thing she is wearing is a pair of white yoga pants, clinging to her full hips and long legs
  1046. > She smiles brightly when she sees you
  1047. > "Oh! You brought a friend! Nice to meet you, I'm Golda Griffiths."
  1048. > You nod politely
  1049. "Nice to meet you too, I'm Anonymous, but you can call me Anon."
  1050. > She drapes the hand towel over her shoulder
  1051. > "What brings you to-"
  1052. > Her eyes drift down to the crotch of your pants
  1053. > "Ah, I think I can guess. Have fun, you two!"
  1054. > Gilda rolls her eyes
  1055. > "Thanks Mom. Come on Mr. Anon, let's go."
  1056. > You give Golda a polite smile and follow Gilda upstairs
  1057. > The girl's room is about what you would expect
  1058. > Classic rock and Metal posters
  1059. > Clothes scattered across the floor
  1060. > A large stereo system with stacks of CD's nearby
  1061. > A scuffed and stickered laptop on the desk
  1062. > Gilda throws open the doors to her closet
  1063. > "Good luck."
  1064. > You walk up beside her to find a spectrum of black t-shirts, grey sweatshirts, a brown leather jacket, tank tops in a variety of colors, and a variety of cargo pants and shorts in neutral colors
  1065. > Off to the side are long sleeve shirts, and...
  1066. > You pull out a white sundress
  1067. > Gilda snatches it out of your hands
  1068. > "Oh, fuck no! I'm not wearing this!"
  1069. > You raise your hands in surrender
  1070. "Fine, fine. It'd look cute on you, but I can see that's not what you're going for."
  1071. > Gilda looks you in the eyes, then nods sharply
  1072. > "Good. At least you get it."
  1073. > You offer a half-smile and turn back to the closet
  1074. > You pick out a white long-sleeve shirt and a violet tank top and offer them to the girl
  1075. > She eyes them dubiously, but drops them on the bed while she strips out of her hoodie and tank top
  1076. > You take a moment to admire her toned figure, and the incongruent girliness of her pink, lacey bra
  1077. > Then you notice her reaching for the violet tank top
  1078. "No, wear that on top of the shirt."
  1079. > Gilda looks at you in confusion
  1080. > "Why? It's an undershirt."
  1081. > You walk over and pick up the tank top and drape it against her chest
  1082. "See how it follows about the same lines as your bra?"
  1083. > She shrugs
  1084. > "So?"
  1085. > You sigh
  1086. "So if you wear it over a shirt, it draws attention to your breasts."
  1087. > Gilda looks down, then back up at you
  1088. > "Really?"
  1089. "Really."
  1090. > She grabs the long-sleeve shirt and puts it on hurriedly
  1091. > You hand her the tank top
  1092. > She practically sprints towards the body length mirror and admires her reflection
  1093. > You come up behind her and tug at the shirt and straps to smooth things out
  1094. > Gilda turns from side to side, looking at herself, a small smile growing on her face
  1095. > "It looks good! I look good."
  1096. > You swat her butt
  1097. "Glad you realized it."
  1098. > She looks at you, blushing slightly
  1099. > "Thanks, Mr. Anon. Do you have any suggestions about my pants too?"
  1100. > You look over at her shorts and pants collection
  1101. > Yeah, no
  1102. "You'll have to get new pants, maybe some short skirts and leggings and so on."
  1103. > Gilda rubs her arm and looks away
  1104. > "Do you wanna go help pick some out at the mall? Help me see if it works?"
  1105. > You look at your watch
  1106. > It's only 4:30 PM
  1107. "Yeah, sure. I got time."
  1108. > She smiles and grabs your hand, pulling you out of the room and down the stairs
  1109. > Mrs. Giffiths meets you at the doorway
  1110. > "That was quick, did you have a good ti-"
  1111. > Abruptly she scowls at Gilda
  1112. > "Gilda Lily Griffiths! What do you think you're doing?"
  1113. > The girl freezes in shock
  1114. > "Going to the mall?"
  1115. > Golda sighs, and turns to you
  1116. > "I apologize for my daughter's neglect, I taught her better than this."
  1117. > You glance between the two
  1118. "It's alright?"
  1119. > Golda huffs, hands working on the knot in the apron behind her back
  1120. > "I appreciate you being so patient with her, but she has to learn this sometime. Come on dear, top off and down on your knees."
  1121. > Gilda blushes, but follows her mother's directions
  1122. > She looks up at you apologetically
  1123. > "Sorry for ignoring you, I was kinda distracted."
  1124. > Golda kneels beside her, also topless
  1125. > "Better late than never, I suppose. Now watch closely, dear."
  1126. > She unbuttons and unzips your pants, fishing out your cock with the ease of experience
  1127. > The older woman takes the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it
  1128. > You hum in pleasure, instinctively stroking her hair
  1129. > After a few seconds, she pulls back, letting your cock pop out of her mouth
  1130. > "Now you try, Gilly."
  1131. > Gilda scowls at her mother for a moment, but when she sucks you into her mouth, she smiles around your dick
  1132. > Her tongue isn't as skillful as her mother's, but she makes up for it in enthusiasm
  1133. > She leans into your hand as you stroke her short, yet silky hair
  1134. > Her mouth is warm and wet, and you are pleased at the increasingly likely probability that she would be happy to suckle on your erection for the foreseeable future
  1135. > Golda smiles up at you
  1136. > "Does she feel good?"
  1137. > You tousle the young woman's hair
  1138. "She's got a slutty little mouth, you taught her well."
  1139. > Golda straightens up at the compliment, her considerable chest jiggling at the movement
  1140. > "That's kind of you to say, Anon. Now dear, I have some more to teach you."
  1141. > The older woman practically has to pull Gilda off from sucking on your dick
  1142. > You shudder at the passing of her lips
  1143. > Golda inches closer
  1144. > "Never forget to give some love to a man's balls, Gilly. Especially if you aren't the only one attending the cock."
  1145. > Having said her piece, she dips below your erection and sucks one of your balls into mouth
  1146. > The suction is gentle, and her tongue is playful
  1147. > You are painfully aroused at the sight of this woman worshipping your ballsack, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes
  1148. > After a few moments, she beckons Gilda to join her
  1149. > The girl has to press her cheek against her mother's to suck on your other testicle
  1150. > The two women hum in pleasure, slowly bobbing their heads and kneading their breasts
  1151. > You turn your head, biting your lip in pleasure, grunting from time to time when your member is particularly hard
  1152. > Soon enough, Golda pulls back, but keeps her hand on Gilda's head, keeping her daughter on ball-sucking duty
  1153. > The mother gazes on your cock with naked lust
  1154. > "We've been neglecting you, haven't we? Let me fix that."
  1155. > She takes half of your length into her mouth, her tongue making swallowing motions as your precum slithers down her throat
  1156. > You moan at the sensation, your hand fisting in her hair
  1157. > Golda grabs your hips and inches down your dick
  1158. > You feel yourself press up against the back of her throat, your erection melting in the slick depths of her mouth
  1159. > She gives you a wink
  1160. > Then she pulls on your hips, thrusting your cock into her tight throat
  1161. "Fuck!"
  1162. > Golda makes a wet sound of amusement, drool falling from her mouth onto Gilda's hair
  1163. > She presses forward just a little more, her nose buried in your pubic hair
  1164. > Her eyes roll back in her head as her throat tries to swallow around your engorged member
  1165. > You are breathing in gasps, your hips instinctively thrusting against this exquisite feeling
  1166. > Golda pulls back, her chest heaving now that she can breathe again
  1167. > You ache with desire, subconsciously tugging on her hair to bring her back to your cock
  1168. > Golda smirks at you, and gives it a kiss
  1169. > "Alright, Gilly. Your turn."
  1170. > Gilda lets your ballsack fall from her mouth
  1171. > "Finally."
  1172. > Her mother quickly picks up where the daughter left off, sucking your entire sack into her mouth
  1173. > Gilda takes a moment to psych herself up, staring at your twitching erection
  1174. > "I can do this. Just like we practiced."
  1175. > She takes a deep breath, then envelopes your length in the slippery flesh of her mouth
  1176. > She stares up at you with wide, anxious eyes
  1177. > You smile down at her and pat her head
  1178. "You can do this, I believe in you."
  1179. > Gilda smiles around your dick, and starts taking it deeper
  1180. > She is noticably breathing hard through her nose by the time you come to the back of her mouth
  1181. > Golda is stroking her back encouragingly
  1182. > The girl wraps her arms around your legs, then jerks herself forward
  1183. > Your cock rams down her throat, rapid swallowing motions stoking the fire of your lust and pleasure
  1184. > You moan, unable to hold back noises of your appreciation
  1185. > It takes you a moment to realize that she's starting to panic, her eyes wide and darting around
  1186. > You push her head back, and pull your hips away
  1187. > Gilda falls back on her butt, gasping and shaking
  1188. > Golda immediately goes to her, hugging her daughter and whispering reassurances
  1189. > You kneel on the other side, rubbing circles on her back
  1190. > Gilda gives you a shaky smile
  1191. > "Sorry, I th-thought I could handle it."
  1192. > You smile reassuringly
  1193. "It was a really good try. You didn't gag or throw up, which is pretty impressive for your age."
  1194. > She blinks
  1195. > "Really?"
  1196. > Golda kisses her on the cheek
  1197. > "Really. I'm proud of you, my little Gilly."
  1198. > Gilda blushes happily
  1199. > "Thanks, mom, Anon."
  1200. > You tousle her hair
  1201. "No problem."
  1202. > Her mother gives her a squeeze
  1203. > "Love you."
  1204. > Gilda looks away, still embarrassed by all the attention
  1205. > Her eyes fall on your manhood
  1206. > "So, could you take over, mom?"
  1207. > Golda gives her another kiss on the cheek
  1208. > "Sure thing, chickadee."
  1209. > The older woman lets go of her daughter and slinks over to you like a lioness on the prowl
  1210. > She pushes you onto your back before settling down between your legs
  1211. > She eyes your dick speculatively
  1212. > Then she wraps her breasts around your wet cock, and sucks on your head as it peeks out from between her marshmallowy slopes
  1213. > You bite your lip, staring into her sultry gaze
  1214. > With each stroke, she varies the stimulus
  1215. > Licking under your glans
  1216. > Humming in deepthroated pleasure
  1217. > Drooling on her boobs, pinching her nipples
  1218. > Gilda watches from the side, enraptured by her mother's performance
  1219. > Your hips buck and thrust uncontrollably
  1220. > Your sight fades as you draw closer and closer to release
  1221. > Golda crushes her tits tightly together, pistonning your member through her dirty pillows
  1222. > You cry out, blinded by the excruciating pleasure of cumming into her mouth, her breasts relentlessly stroking your length until you are drained dry
  1223. > You collapse back onto the floor
  1224. > Gilda looms over your face
  1225. > "Mom's pretty great, huh?"
  1226. > You give a weak chuckle
  1227. "That's an understatement."
  1228. > Then Gilda is abruptly pulled away
  1229. > You sit up just in time to see Golda lock her daughter in a deep kiss, your cum swirling between their mouths and dripping from the gaps between their lips
  1230. > You can only stare
  1231. > Golda finally breaks the kiss, swallowing, then scooping up what cum was on her chin and swallowing again
  1232. > Gilda tilts her head to the side, swishing your cum around her mouth
  1233. > She finally swallows
  1234. > "Tastes like... fruit punch? Faintly."
  1235. > Golda licks your cum off her daughter's chin
  1236. > "No, that was me. Good try though."
  1237. > Gilda raises an eyebrow at her mother
  1238. > Golda wipes her face absently
  1239. > "Yes?"
  1240. > Gilda turns to you
  1241. "Could you help mom out? Dad doesn't come home until later, so she'll be waiting a while if you don't."
  1242. > Golda blushes
  1243. > "You don't have to, you're our guest, and-"
  1244. > You place a finger on her lips
  1245. "I'm just returning the favor."
  1246. > She licks your finger
  1247. > Oh, it is on
  1248.  
  1249. > You leave Golda laying on the floor, panting and twitching
  1250. > Gilda doesn't say much during the drive to the mall, but she is a lot friendlier towards you
  1251. > You hope that can stretch to cover the other people at school, but you're just glad for some improvement
  1252. > The two of you stand in front of the mall map
  1253. "Anywhere you want to try first?"
  1254. > Gilda crosses her arms
  1255. > "I'm trying to get normal guys to fuck me, right?"
  1256. > You shrug
  1257. "Pretty much."
  1258. > She sighs
  1259. > "Then let's go to Colts."
  1260. > You give her a comforting pat on the butt
  1261. "Lead the way."
  1262.  
  1263. > You stand outside the changing room, which you are somewhat surprised exists here
  1264. > You suppose full body mirrors would be somewhat expensive to put everywhere, and it is probably considerate to avoid arousing any of the other customers
  1265. > A woman approaches, dressed in an elegant white blouse and a charcoal pencil skirt
  1266. > Her employee ID hangs from a lanyard and dangles just over the crest of her bust
  1267. > The woman smiles politely, brushing her long tresses of red hair back, emphasizing her modest cleavage
  1268. > "Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"
  1269. > You gesture towards the changing room
  1270. "No, I'm just waiting on a friend."
  1271. > The woman nods
  1272. > "And would you like some relief while you wait?"
  1273. > You shake your head
  1274. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm fine."
  1275. > She glances around, then runs her hand over your crotch, giving your dick a quick squeeze through your pants
  1276. > You choke back a yelp
  1277. > The woman winks at you
  1278. > "No need to be modest. I'll be around if you change your mind."
  1279. > You can't help but stare as she sashays away
  1280. > Nice
  1281. > You feel a tapping on your shoulder
  1282. > "What do you think?"
  1283. > You turn around to find Gilda tugging at the bottom hem of a denim skirt that barely reaches mid-thigh, white tights underneath
  1284. "Looks nice, try walking back and forth."
  1285. > Gilda shrugs and starts pacing
  1286. > You walk around her, admiring the way the skirt rides up a little when she takes a long stride
  1287. "Shows off your legs well, and teases a bit. Try bending over?"
  1288. > She obeys, hands resting on her shins
  1289. > "Need some relief already?"
  1290. > You eye her just barely visible panties, and the beginning of the curve of her ass
  1291. "No, but I'm getting there. This is a great pose for what you want."
  1292. > You give her pussy a stroke through the tights and her panties
  1293. "Hard to ignore the message your sending here."
  1294. > Even as you watch, the fabric darkens with her arousal
  1295. > Gilda straightens up and faces you, cheeks red, but grinning
  1296. > "Maybe this isn't dweeby clothes. Let's find some guys and test it out!"
  1297. > She grabs your hand, but you don't budge
  1298. "You should probably pay for those first."
  1299. > She gives a weak chuckle
  1300. > "Might be good."
  1301.  
  1302. > That taken care of, the two of you prowl the mall, looking for likely targets
  1303. > Gilda makes a point of walking in front of you, swaying her hips with each step
  1304. > It's funny, she has such a harsh reputation, but once you gave her some sincere "compliments" she warmed up to you pretty quickly
  1305. > "Found some! I'm going in!"
  1306. > You belatedly call out
  1307. "Good luck!"
  1308. > She gives you a backhand wave as an acknowledgement
  1309. > You hang back and watch her talk to two freshman-looking guys
  1310. > They look pretty relieved to see her, and follow her to a secluded corner
  1311. > You settle down far enough away that you can't here the sounds over the mall music, but close enough to intervene if necessary
  1312. > Gilda pulls down her skirt, tights, and panties in one motion, and bends over
  1313. > One guy comes up behind her and starts pounding away
  1314. > The other stands in front of her, and she grabs onto his hips as she blows him
  1315. > You keep an eye on her, watching for signs of panic or anything, but she must have not decided to try deepthroating again
  1316. > A few minutes later, the guy pulls out of her pussy and Gilda gets down on her knees
  1317. > She has a cock in each hand, pointed at her wide open mouth
  1318. > The guys cum quickly, splattering her face even as most of their semen makes it into her mouth
  1319. > She gives them a few more pumps, drawing out the last of their load onto her extended tongue
  1320. > Then she swallows, and the three start to put their clothes back on
  1321. > There is some quick groping of each other, and then they go their separate ways
  1322. > Gilda skips over to you, gathering the jizz from her face onto her fingers and licking them clean
  1323. "Looks like it was a success."
  1324. > She beams at you
  1325. > "Hell yeah! They kept saying how hot I was and stuff, it was great!"
  1326. > You chuckle
  1327. "Good for you. I'm pretty sure if you are this proactive at school a few times, you'll have guys coming to you as much as you like."
  1328. > She rubs the back of her neck
  1329. > "Thanks, Mr. Anon. You're pretty cool for a teacher."
  1330. > You smile at her fondly
  1331. "And you're a pretty cool for a student. Ready to head home?"
  1332. > Gilda licks her lips nervously
  1333. > "There is one more thing. I kinda didn't get off with those guys, so could you help me out? You can cum inside me if you want."
  1334. > You ruffle her hair and she pouts at you
  1335. "Sure thing, Gilda. Lead the way."
  1336. > She grins
  1337. > "You're the best, Mr. A."
  1338. > Then she grabs your arm and nearly sprints to the nearby restroom
  1339. > You pass the stalls and enter into an open booth
  1340. > Gilda draws the curtain behind the two of you, and you start removing your clothes
  1341. > You sit back on the small couch, admiring your student's athletic body as she sheds the last of her clothes
  1342. > She straddles your lap, her tits level with your face
  1343. > You waste no time in sucking one of her nipples into your mouth and circling it with your tongue
  1344. > Gilda breathes in with a hiss, cupping the back of your head and almost mashing your face into her breast
  1345. > You rest a hand on the swell of her hip, while lining yourself up with the other hand
  1346. > You press down on her hip, and plow slowly into her depths
  1347. > She growls,
  1348. > "I've been waiting for this all afternoon, fuck!"
  1349. > You thrust into her, deep and slow
  1350. > She matches your rhythm, staring at you through half-lidded eyes
  1351. > You hum against her boob, making a noise of appreciation
  1352. > She jolts in your lap as you grab her ass with both hands, kneading and spreading
  1353. > Gilda bites her lip, writhing while riding your cock
  1354. > Her humping and wriggling jostle her breast from your mouth, though she doesn't seem to notice
  1355. > To be fair, she feels so good on your dick and in your hands that it's hard to think straight
  1356. "Damn, but you are one sexy woman."
  1357. > Gilda grins at you
  1358. > "You bet your ass I am!"
  1359. > She lowers herself against your chest, soft and warm
  1360. > The kiss she gives you is fierce and passionate, filled with a desperate need
  1361. > You answer in kind, your tongue fighting a battle that can only have two winners
  1362. > Your hands take in every inch of her body, feeling the muscles ripple under her skin as she impales herself again and again on your cock
  1363. > You growl in primal satisfaction, picking up the pace of fucking your hot student
  1364. > She clenches around you at the sound
  1365. > Gilda breaks the kiss, gasping and panting for air
  1366. > "Oh fuck! Oh fuck me!"
  1367. > She chants it like a prayer, her arms wrapping around you, her hands clutching at your back
  1368. > You grin a savage grin, slamming into her with wild abandon
  1369. > She stares at you with naked desire, head bobbing slightly with every motion of her bucking hips
  1370. > "I'm gonna cum! Fuck me, I'm gonna cum!"
  1371. > You stroke her back, a gentle motion in contrast to your vigorous attack on her pussy below
  1372. "That's right, cum for me. You've been a good girl, you deserve to cum."
  1373. > She whimpers, clutching you even more tightly
  1374. > You can feel every curve of her body pressed against you as she orgasms
  1375. > You slow down somewhat, drawing out the moment as she clamps down on your dick and moans
  1376. > Her body shudders with pleasure, covered in sweat, slick against your own
  1377. > You keep a slow rhythm as she regains some coherency
  1378. > Gilda stares at you in blank incomprehension
  1379. > "You didn't cum."
  1380. > You nod
  1381. "Not yet, I haven't."
  1382. > She blinks
  1383. > "Not yet?"
  1384. > You slowly increase the pace of thrusting into her drenched pussy
  1385. > "Oh."
  1386. > Your hands find her ass again
  1387. > "Oh!"
  1388. > She starts panting, staring at you with wonder and a little bit of fear
  1389. > "Oh fuck me."
  1390. > You pick up the pace again
  1391. "Working on it."
  1392. > Gilda manages a weak chuckle before she begins to moan in earnest
  1393. > You pound away, grunting with exertion
  1394. > She feels so amazing, you literally cannot stop yourself from fucking her stupid
  1395. > You draw her back into a kiss, delighting in her taste
  1396. > She whimpers into your mouth, fervently matching your motions
  1397. > As she begins to tense up, you are also getting close
  1398. > Every nerve in your body, every instinct you have is telling you to breed this girl
  1399. > She has surrendered her body to you, breaking the kiss to whisper in your ear
  1400. > "Cum inside me, Anon. Give it all to me."
  1401. > You crush her against your chest, holding her tight as you crest a wave of pleasure
  1402. > She shudders once more, her pussy worshipping your cock with desperate fervor
  1403. > You answer the prayer of her body, surging and firing, coating her insides with your seed
  1404. > Her moan becomes a whimper, then a hum, until finally she's practically purring against you
  1405. > The two of you bask in each other's warm embrace, fluids intermingling
  1406. > Eventually, Gilda speaks
  1407. > "Mr. A?"
  1408. "Yeah?"
  1409. > "That was fucking amazing."
  1410. > You chuckle
  1411. "No, it was amazing fucking."
  1412. > She giggles
  1413. > "That too."
  1414.  
  1415.  
  1416. ------------------
  1417. > Saturdays are meant to be peaceful, relaxing
  1418. > This goes double for Saturday mornings
  1419. > Which is why you are sure the judge will rule what you are about to do as involuntary manslaughter, once you find out who has been ringing your doorbell at 8 in the morning
  1420. > You open the door, clad only in a pair of black boxers
  1421. > In retrospect, that may have been a poor choice
  1422. > Your tormentor is some high class woman, with carefully styled purple hair, a gold necklace, and a teal dress that does a fine job of hinting at her curves while leaving something to the imagination
  1423. > For her part, she looks you up and down
  1424. > She doesn't seem to be too impressed
  1425. > You hold back a sigh and reign in your murderous instincts
  1426. "Good morning, Ma'am. What can I do for you?"
  1427. > She forces a smile
  1428. > "Good morning, Mr. Mous. Aren't you going to invite me inside?"
  1429. > You blink, then shrug
  1430. "Alright, make yourself at home."
  1431. > You head off to the kitchen and start brewing some coffee
  1432. > You hear her close the door, and you call out,
  1433. "Can I get you anything to drink?"
  1434. > You don't get an answer for several seconds
  1435. > You hear footsteps on the kitchen tile
  1436. > "That won't be necessary, I doubt you have anything here that would be up to my standards."
  1437. > You turn to find her seated at the kitchen table, looking down her nose at your humble accommodations
  1438. > You sit down opposite her and cross your arms
  1439. "So, would you care to introduce yourself, and your reason for visiting?"
  1440. > The woman stares at you
  1441. > "You don't know who I am?"
  1442. > You shrug
  1443. "Someone from the board of education, if I had to guess."
  1444. > She sneers
  1445. > "At least you know that much. I'm Spoiled Rich, wife of Filthy Rich, the man who owns this town."
  1446. > You blink
  1447. "Congratulations."
  1448. > She gives you an odd look
  1449. > "Yes, thank you. The reason I am here is in regards to my daughter."
  1450. > You lean back in your chair, trying not to show your nervousness
  1451. "Does she need more swimming lessons?"
  1452. > Spoiled Rich shakes her head
  1453. > "No, that is being taken care of. She said that you were... nice."
  1454. > You blink
  1455. "Thank you?"
  1456. > She nods
  1457. > "You should be grateful for a compliment from my daughter. I have also looked over Mrs. Harshwhinny's report, and I wanted to verify things for myself."
  1458. > You immediately relax
  1459. > You aren't getting fired, arrested, or sued
  1460. > Just good ol' sexy business
  1461. "I'm happy to provide a demonstration, but would you be willing to wait until after breakfast and a shower?"
  1462. > Spoiled purses her lips
  1463. > "I suppose this is the cost of dropping by unannounced. Yes, I can wait."
  1464. > You smile
  1465. "Thanks, I'll try not to take too long."
  1466. > You stand up and grab some bread from the cupboard, tossing four slices in your toaster
  1467. > You break out the large frying pan just to make things faster, and turn on the hotplate of your stove
  1468. > "What are you making?"
  1469. > You glance over your shoulder to find Mrs. Rich looking at you with a bored expression
  1470. "Fried egg sandwiches. Want one?"
  1471. > Her lip curls
  1472. > "I'll pass."
  1473. > You shrug, and fetch the eggs from the fridge, along with some cheddar and a bottle of sriracha
  1474. > As you grate the cheese in two piles on the pan, you try to revive the conversation
  1475. "So, when you aren't deciding the fate of the education system from your shadowy council of evil, what do you do?"
  1476. > She lets out a dark chuckle
  1477. > "You joke, but you're far more right than you could know. Just the other day, the- hmmm, perhaps I shouldn't say."
  1478. > You look over your shoulder again, feeling a little worried
  1479. "Should I be preparing for a demonic incursion, hosting a terrorist cell, or massive layoffs?"
  1480. > Spoiled rolls her eyes
  1481. > "None of the above. Our evil is purely for funneling more money into the community and lining our pockets with the excess."
  1482. > You turn back to cooking, grabbing a spatula as the cheese bubbles and becomes deliciously crispy
  1483. "Oh, if that's all. I'll let the peasantry know they can put away the torches and pitchforks."
  1484. > "Oh, you call them that too?"
  1485. > You pause
  1486. > That sounded like a genuine question
  1487. > You look back at her
  1488. > She smiles pleasantly, head tilted in inquiry
  1489. "Was that a joke?"
  1490. > Mrs. Rich smirks slightly
  1491. > "I am sure I am entirely too wealthy to joke around with some minor employee in his home."
  1492. > You chuckle, shaking your head
  1493. > "You're a real piece of work, Mrs. Rich."
  1494. > The toaster pops and you turn back to breakfast
  1495. > "I believe you will find I am a masterpiece of work, Mr. Mous."
  1496. > You plate the toast, squirting sriracha on two slices, then sliding the grilled cheese on top of that
  1497. > You crack two eggs to fry in the cheese grease
  1498. "I'll be looking forward to it. Any requests for the demonstration?"
  1499. > Spoiled hums in contemplation
  1500. > "You do have lubricant, yes?"
  1501. > You watch the eggs carefully
  1502. "Indeed I do."
  1503. > "Good. Then the penetrative portion shall be entirely anal, as I am too close to ovulation."
  1504. > You twist your torso around and salute her with the spatula
  1505. "Order received, ma'am."
  1506. > She rolls her eyes and waves her hand dismissively
  1507. > "Yes, yes, as you were."
  1508. > You flip the eggs, your kitchen filling with their delicious fragrance
  1509. > You idly wonder how early she must have gotten up, to arrive on your doorstep fully made up and styled
  1510. > You shudder at the thought
  1511. > Early birds are unnatural
  1512. > Soon enough, you scoop the eggs onto the toast and complete your sandwiches
  1513. > You turn the stove off and carry the plate to the table
  1514. > Spoiled stares at your breakfast in morbid fascination
  1515. > You sit down and start eating
  1516. > You're halfway through the first sandwich by the time she actually says something
  1517. > "I'll grant you, for how low class this is, it does smell good."
  1518. > You gesture to the sandwich still on the plate
  1519. "Feel free to have a bite, if you are curious."
  1520. > She frowns, pressing her lips together
  1521. > You shrug and keep eating
  1522. > As you pop the last bite into your mouth, she sighs
  1523. > "I suppose one bite cannot hurt."
  1524. > Spoiled delicately picks up the other sandwich and takes a bite from the corner
  1525. > Her eyebrows raise
  1526. > "This isn't as terrible as I thought it would be."
  1527. > You smile
  1528. "High praise, coming from you."
  1529. > She nods absently, then takes another bite
  1530. > She stiffens, involuntarily swallowing
  1531. > Spoiled turns an urgent gaze towards you
  1532. > She croaks out,
  1533. > "Milk, peasant!"
  1534. > You quickly stride to the fridge, letting the door close on its own once you retrieve the jug
  1535. > You fling a cabinet door open, grab a glass, and return to the table
  1536. > Spoiled is sweating and rather flushed
  1537. > You pour the milk, sliding the glass towards her
  1538. > She takes deep gulps of it, until the cup is a little over half empty
  1539. > You fall back into your chair
  1540. "Sorry, didn't think it was that spicy."
  1541. > She wipes her forehead and gives you a weak glare
  1542. > "I have a refined palate."
  1543. > You shrug
  1544. "Fair enough. Shall I finish the rest?"
  1545. > She sips her milk and pushes the plate towards you
  1546. > "By all means. And take a breathmint once you are done."
  1547. > In retrospect, eating eggs before kissing and such was probably a bad idea
  1548. > Oh well
  1549. > You polish off the rest of the sandwich and a tictac or two in short order
  1550. > Spoiled leaves the glass on the table as you head towards the bathroom
  1551. > You strip out of your boxers, tossing them in the hamper
  1552. > Your guest tilts her head
  1553. > "You really ought to be harder, in my presence."
  1554. > You turn on the tub faucet, twisting the handle a handful of degrees into the warm side
  1555. > You straighten and give her an unimpressed look
  1556. "You are awfully critical, for someone asking for a favor."
  1557. > She blushes slightly, her hand absently toying with her necklace
  1558. > "I didn't mean it as a criticism, I am merely accustomed to having more of an effect on men. For what it's worth, you are rather well-endowed."
  1559. > You shake your head, amusement tinged with exasperation
  1560. "Thanks, I guess. Want to join me in the shower?"
  1561. > As you look her up and down, you find yourself rising to the occasion
  1562. > Spoiled's eyebrows rise as well, and it takes her a moment to make eye contact again
  1563. > "No thank you. I'd rather keep my makeup and hair as it is."
  1564. > You shrug
  1565. "Understandable. You do look rather beautiful like that."
  1566. > She can't help but smile at that
  1567. > You step into the tub, drawing the curtain
  1568. > After testing the water, you pull the stopper and bask in the sudden shower of hot water
  1569. > You hum happily
  1570. > Over the hiss of the water, you hear the rustling of silk
  1571. > "When you get out, do be careful not to drip on my clothes."
  1572. > You poke your head out of the curtain
  1573. > Spoiled is bent over, her red lace bra barely cupping her respectable tracts of land
  1574. > She raises an eyebrow at you as she shimmies the rest of the way out of her skirt
  1575. > You grin
  1576. "Can't help myself, if a sexy woman is undressing, I must watch."
  1577. > She steps out of the skirt and straightens, hands on her hips and a smirk on her lips
  1578. > "I always knew the lower classes had poor impulse control. As a treat, if you finish your shower quickly, I'll let you take off the rest."
  1579. > You nod sharply
  1580. "Deal."
  1581.  
  1582. > When you do exit the bathroom, you find Spoiled browsing the bookshelves of your bedroom
  1583. > She doesn't seem to have noticed you, so you sneak closer
  1584. > Your eyes are drawn to her perky booty, her red thong doing nothing to conceal the bountiful moon
  1585. > Your hands are drawn in by its gravity
  1586. > You give her rump a good squeeze, and she squeaks in surprise
  1587. > She glares at you over her shoulder, and you can't help but grin back
  1588. "Sorry, my lower class poor impulse control got the better of me."
  1589. > Spoiled rolls her eyes, then glances down at where your fingers are still kneading her ass
  1590. > "If you'll let me turn around, we can get started."
  1591. "As you wish."
  1592. > You reluctantly let go, and she turns to face you
  1593. > Her gaze flickers up and down your body, only briefly making eye contact with you
  1594. > Despite her proud posture, you can sense some sort of tension within her
  1595. > You put your hands on her shoulders, then slide them up her neck to cup her face
  1596. > She gazes into your eyes now, cheeks lightly blushing, lips parted in expectation
  1597. > You tilt her head up slightly, and meet her lips with your own
  1598. > She is soft and smooth, and accepts your tongue immediately
  1599. > Spoiled tastes faintly of milk, and as her tongue wrestles with your own, of a desperate need
  1600. > Your hands drift down, settling on her lower back and pulling her body against yours
  1601. > She hums in contentment and wraps her arms around your neck
  1602. > You aren't sure how long you stand there, sharing warmth, drawing comfort from the simple intimacy and pleasure from the increasingly passionate kissing
  1603. > Then Spoiled moves her arms, exploring your body with her soft touch
  1604. > You take that as a signal to move along in your task
  1605. > One hand slides down and cups her ass once more
  1606. > The other comes up to unlatch her bra
  1607. > Spoiled breaks the kiss with a sigh of regret, but she gives you a sultry look as she casts aside her bra
  1608. > "I'm surprised it took you this long to go for your treat. I am rather impressed."
  1609. > You cup her breast in one hand, the other still on her ass
  1610. "It's not every day I get to enjoy a body like yours,"
  1611. > Well, actually, it is almost every day, but that doesn't make today any less special
  1612. "I fully intend to savor the experience."
  1613. > Spoiled blushes, unable to keep a genuine smile from spreading across her face
  1614. > "Thank you."
  1615. > You are a little surprised at the simple expression of gratitude, and by the sweet kiss she places on your lips
  1616. > Abandoning your grip on her plush and bouncy anatomy, you hug her tight
  1617. > She is soft and warm against you, practically melting in your arms
  1618. > You deepen the kiss, your hands moving down to just under her rump
  1619. > Spoiled reads your intention immediately, hooking her arms around your neck and her legs around your waist
  1620. > You carry her over to the bed and lay her down on the sheets
  1621. > You break the kiss this time
  1622. > She smiles knowingly as you trail kisses down her throat, to her chest, and finally to her firm nipple
  1623. > "Good boy."
  1624. > You alternate swirling your tongue around her areola and sucking on her tit
  1625. > You play with her other breast, squeezing, pinching, rubbing, flicking
  1626. > Spoiled arches her back, running a hand through your hair, sighing and whimpering under your ministrations
  1627. > You hum in pleasure, glad to see her have such a good time
  1628. > When you release her nipple from your mouth, she lets out a disappointed whine
  1629. > It cuts off as you begin to kiss your way down her belly
  1630. > You crawl backwards, between her legs and halfway off the bed
  1631. > You bite the waistband of her panties, pulling them down
  1632. > Spoiled helpfully lifts her legs as you drag your prize away
  1633. > At last you open your mouth, letting the thong fall into your hand, only to set them aside
  1634. > You grab her leg by the ankle, kissing a trail down her calf and up her thigh
  1635. > Her breath hitches as you draw ever closer to her glistening treasure
  1636. > Your lips brush her puffy pussy and her hips jolt
  1637. > You proceed to kiss her other thigh, starting close to her knee
  1638. > Spoiled looks at you with bleary irritation, her carefully styled hair delightfully mussed
  1639. > "Just eat me out already, peasant!"
  1640. > You chuckle
  1641. "Yes ma'am."
  1642. > You descend upon her flower, licking up and down her slit
  1643. > She hisses, then sighs as you lap at her juices
  1644. > The scent of her feminine arousal fills your senses
  1645. > You lose yourself exploring her pussy, memorizing her every twitch and moan, lavishing her clit with as much attention as she can stand, then diving once more between her folds
  1646. > Her fingers snarl in the sheets, her legs alternate between being splayed wide in complete surrender to your tongue, and clamping around your head as she urges you not to stop
  1647. > Spoiled pants and moans, writhing on your bed, looking more beautiful than ever before
  1648. > You press on, exploring and exploiting her depths
  1649. > Her legs clamp around you once more, one hand clutching at her breast, the other pushing your head down between her thighs
  1650. > "Oh stars, yes!"
  1651. > Her body bucks and writhes uncontrollably, wracked with pleasure
  1652. > All you can taste is her ecstasy, all you can smell is her arousal, all you can see is her silky smooth skin shining with sweat
  1653. > You drink deep of this beautiful woman
  1654. > In time, she releases her hold on you, laying limp on the bed with a blissful smile
  1655. > "If anything, Harshwhinny understated your talents, Mr. Mous."
  1656. > You grab a tube of lube and start applying it to your fingers
  1657. "To be fair, she skipped the oral portion of the examination."
  1658. > Spoiled chuckles
  1659. > "Typical bureaucrat. Always cutting corners."
  1660. > You shrug, not knowing or caring about whatever stratification went on behind the Board's doors
  1661. > Instead, you work your lubed up middle finger into Spoiled Rich's ass
  1662. > She gasps at the stimulation, her hips bucking once
  1663. > She gives you an amused look
  1664. > "You're relentless, you know that?"
  1665. > You wink at her
  1666. "It's part of my charm."
  1667. > She spreads her cheeks slightly
  1668. > "Is this w-"
  1669. > You push your pointer finger past her puckered entrance, pumping the two fingers in and out
  1670. > "Oh~, yes, is this what the help calls charming someone these days?"
  1671. > You squirt some lube onto your cock and toss away the tube
  1672. "No, but that's next."
  1673. > You give your cock a few strokes to coat it
  1674. > Spoiled eyes your manhood with blatant greed, her hands pulling her cheeks apart
  1675. > You press your dick against her rear access and she moans softly
  1676. > You thrust slowly, watching her face for any twinge of pain
  1677. > For her part, she arches her back, practically purring
  1678. > You hilt with a grunt, savoring her tight heat along your length
  1679. > Spoiled clamps her thighs against your waist and sits up partially to latch onto your shoulders
  1680. > You raise an eyebrow as she pulls you down on top of her
  1681. > She smirks, then rolls the two of you over
  1682. > You yelp as your back hits the sheets
  1683. > The woman laughs smugly, her breasts resting lightly on your chest
  1684. > "Did you really think I would be the bottom? How cute."
  1685. > You slide your hands up her thighs as she straddles your waist, and then grip her hips
  1686. "Oh no, how will my pride ever recover?"
  1687. > You pull out as much as you can, then slam your cock back up her ass
  1688. > Her eyes roll back as she collapses against your chest with a coo
  1689. > You grin
  1690. "I suppose I'll just have to accept place in life."
  1691. > Spoiled props herself up on your chest with her forearms, gazing at you with a wry smile
  1692. > "You make for a poor peasant. I'll have to promote you to some more suitable position."
  1693. > She rolls her hips in a slow motion, her walls rubbing against your dick in a way that makes it hard to think through the pleasure
  1694. > You groan, instinctively matching her rhythm
  1695. > It takes you a moment to gather your thoughts enough to speak
  1696. "And what would that be?"
  1697. > Spoiled leans down, her lips brushing your ear to whisper
  1698. > "You'd make a wonderful bedwarmer."
  1699. > Then she delicately bites your ear lobe
  1700. > Your toes curl and you swear softly, your hips leaving the bed as you strain to shove every last inch of your manhood inside of her
  1701. > She whimpers
  1702. > "Yes, just like that!"
  1703. > You fall back, then thrust upwards once more, her ass slapping against your thighs as she impales herself upon you
  1704. > You leave one hand to steady her hips, the other tracing along her side to cup her breast
  1705. "I'll be a whore instead, they have more fun."
  1706. > Spoiled leans into your touch, staring into your eyes with a sultry gaze
  1707. > "Suit yourself. But enough negotiating."
  1708. > You don't get a chance to reply as she kisses you hungrily
  1709. > Your tongues wrestle against each other, sometimes breaking the kiss to nibble on the other's lips
  1710. > Meanwhile, she rides your cock vigorously, her body writhing and sliding against your own
  1711. > The room resounds with the sounds of your and her appreciation
  1712. > She groans huskily
  1713. > “Oh, how I missed this.”
  1714. > You tweak her nipple
  1715. “I can hardly imagine your husband leaving you alone, not looking as you do.”
  1716. > Mrs. Rich slows her pace, looking down at your hand on her breast
  1717. > She covers it with her own, her expression falling like petals from a flower
  1718. > “We still relieve each other, but…”
  1719. > You reach up with your free hand and brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear
  1720. “Something’s missing?”
  1721. > Spoiled searches your face for something you cannot name
  1722. > You give her a helpless smile
  1723. > She sighs, closing her eyes
  1724. > "We don't kiss any more."
  1725. > You sit up and wrap the once-proud woman in your arms
  1726. > She rests her head on your shoulder
  1727. > To be honest, you aren’t entirely sure where sex ends and love begins here
  1728. > You have to confirm something before you can do anything else
  1729. "Kissing me isn't cheating, is it?"
  1730. > Mrs. Rich lets out an undignified giggle
  1731. > “No, nothing like that.”
  1732. > She pushes you back into the mattress, crossing her arms on your chest and looking at you with a wry smile
  1733. > “I forgot you’re not from here. No, kissing is… you’re excited to have fun with your partner. You’re happy to give them pleasure, and you are enjoying being with them.”
  1734. > Well, at least you’ve instinctively been using kissing right for this culture
  1735. > The question is, what does it mean for a married couple to stop kissing?
  1736. > No excitement, not enjoying it
  1737. > A chore
  1738. > Your heart sinks for the woman on top of you
  1739. “I’m sorry. Has it been like this for a while, between you and your husband?”
  1740. > Spoiled averts her eyes
  1741. > “At least a year, now.”
  1742. > She shoves herself upright with a frustrated growl
  1743. > “I don’t know why I’m telling you this, it has nothing to do with you.”
  1744. > You prop yourself up on your elbows
  1745. “It’s not entirely unrelated.I’m supposed to listen, to help, to relieve. I think you have a hard time opening up, and I’m honored you feel comfortable enough with me to let yourself be vulnerable.”
  1746. > Mrs. Rich chuckles weakly
  1747. > “I didn’t think I would be getting a full demonstration. Well, you’ve listened, we’re in the middle of relief, but I doubt this is something you can help me with.”
  1748. > You shrug
  1749. “Maybe not, but I want to try. You said it has been at least a year since your husband kissed you. I assume you haven’t kissed him for about the same amount of time?”
  1750. > She frowns
  1751. > “That’s what I said.”
  1752. > You sigh, sitting up
  1753. > You’ve spent so much time talking that you’ve gotten soft, slipping out of her
  1754. > She shifts a little at the sensation, but her eyes are fixed on yours
  1755. > You cup her cheek with a hand, rubbing your thumb over her lips
  1756. > You remember the tension she had before you kissed her at the start of this little romp
  1757. “Spoiled, you can’t wait for him to kiss you. That has not worked and it will not work.”
  1758. > Mrs. Rich scowls at you, grabbing your wrist
  1759. > “Get to the point.”
  1760. > You let her pull your hand away from her face, though she doesn’t let go
  1761. “I think you’re afraid that he doesn’t love you anymore.”
  1762. > Spoiled’s grip on your wrist tightens, but not painfully
  1763. > She keeps her mask of anger, but her eyes are almost pleading
  1764. > You lean forward suddenly, kissing her on the lips
  1765. > She pulls back in surprise, her free hand automatically going to her mouth
  1766. > You smile
  1767. “I think he wonders the same about you. Surprise him like I just surprised you. Show him that you still love him, that you are still proud to be his wife.”
  1768. > Mrs. Rich pats her hair out of a nervous habit
  1769. > “You think that will work?”
  1770. > You nod
  1771. “I think so. You are a powerful, capable woman. You can do this.”
  1772. > Spoiled graces with one of her genuine smiles
  1773. > “Thank you.”
  1774. > She lets go of your wrist and slides off the bed, striding towards her clothes with firm purpose
  1775. > “Well, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I have a lot on my mind, as you can no doubt imagine.”
  1776. > You recline on your elbows, taking the chance to ogle her lithe body as she slipped into her clothes
  1777. “Some other time, perhaps.”
  1778. > She flashes a wry grin at you as she shimmies into her dress
  1779. > “Of course, I always finish what I start. Besides, you’ve only been in one hole so far.”
  1780. > You grin back
  1781. “I shall look forward to the full experience.”
  1782. > You get out of bed leisurely, fetching a fresh pair of boxers as she puts on her blouse
  1783. > Spoiled walks into the bathroom, gazing at the mirror and combing her hair into some semblance of order
  1784. > She rolls her shoulders back as she finishes, then gives her reflection a sharp nod
  1785. > When her eyes find you again, they are bright and determined
  1786. > “Diamond was right, you are nice.”
  1787. > You bow your head, accepting the complement
  1788. “One does one’s best. Shall I walk your highness to the door?”
  1789. > You offer her your arm
  1790. > She rolls her eyes, but daintily places her hand in the crook of your elbow
  1791. > “You will address me as mistress.”
  1792. > As the two of you make your way to the door, she glances sidelong at you
  1793. > ”Would you prefer to be called whore?”
  1794. > You chuckle
  1795. “It could be fun to try out next time.”
  1796. > You turn the knob and let in the late morning sunlight
  1797. > Spoiled removes her hand from your arm and steps out onto your doorstep, turning to face you
  1798. > There is the briefest moment of hesitation, then she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you down into a kiss
  1799. > You hands begin to circle around her lower back
  1800. > She abruptly breaks the kiss and pushes you away
  1801. > Mrs. Rich smirks
  1802. > “Until then.”
  1803. > You can only stare as she skips down the sidewalk and climbs into her sportscar
  1804. > As she drives off, you shake your head
  1805. > Hopefully she can patch things up with Mr. Rich, but who knows
  1806. > What you do know is that it has been altogether a strange and tiring morning and you need a nap
  1807. > You close the door and stagger into the living room
  1808. > You flop down on the couch, nuzzling into the cushions
  1809. > You’re going to need all your energy for tomorrow
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