by Wes Havoc
“I’m going to cum on your ass, Sarah,” I groaned and she groaned back.
“Yes,” she said, her voice throaty. She moved, swaying her hip slowly. A long moan escaped her lips. “Fuck me.”
Her bouncing over my lap became swifter, the pre-cum leaving my cock making me glide easier inside her. I watched her round ass dancing above me, her cheeks parted over my thighs.
“Fuck, fuck…” She chanted in a daze.
I rose a hand and slapped once, twice. The way her ass bounced mesmerized me.
Her muscles tightened further around my cock and I knew I was about to cum. I groaned, gripping her hips and diving deeper inside her.
“I’m cumming!” She cried a moment before she exploded. A torrent of moans escaped her as I came apart, painting her insides with my load over and over. I quivered and trembled, shutting my eyes with the sheer strength of the orgasm that took me.
I heaved, still gripping her, her muscles still clutching around me.
Sarah gasped for air, looking over her shoulder. Her cheeks red with effort, she tipped up her lip.
“I must be out of my mind,” she started, sliding herself up before slamming back down. “I don’t even know your name.”
I smiled back, “Is that a problem?”
She swayed on my lap, my cock sliding out then back inside. “No. It just makes it hotter.”
2
I strolled along the causeway. My body thrummed, the after-orgasm electricity running through my veins.
After we left the bathroom, I was surprised to see the ones waiting to use it were the group of friends that had been sitting in front of me. They giggled and touched each other not-so-discreetly. I couldn’t hold back a smile as they locked themselves in.
Sarah waved her fingers, bidding me farewell with a coy smile that told me this wasn’t the last time.
I thanked Science and every decision I had ever made in my life to bring me to this point.
Now, to the matter at hand. I still had an hour before classes started. My teacher would definitely be in her office. In an hour, I could definitely make her feel horny, too horny in fact to bear with me for too long. She’d accept my complaints, give me the grade I had deserved in the first place, and send me off so she could get herself off.
The perfect plan.
Miss Elizabeth Weiss had acted like every other women in my life to that point. While I tried to stay out of the way and lay low until I graduated, she seemed focused on screwing me. Though she was known to be tolerant with other students, she found the weirdest faults on my projects.
It was almost like she had been wanting me to do something about it.
I have never confronted her, of course. Even if she not much older than me, she was my teacher. Though my colleagues seemed to find her incredibly hot, almost a sex symbol of the college, I had never been able to brush off her authoritarian ways and how she looked down on me.
So yeah, there was some revenge in what I was about to do. But nothing much. I just wanted her to know her place.
The corridors were still quiet, no other students having arrived yet. I climbed the stairs to the second floor, looking for her office. Soon enough, I’ve found the door with her name on it.
Miss Weiss.
I squinted, trying to see through the glass panel. There was no movement inside the room.
Perhaps she wasn’t in.
That would save me the trouble.
But also… It wouldn’t solve anything. Next project, she’d just give me another half-assed grade for no reason at all.
I had all I needed. That was my one chance.
I knocked twice, immediately regretting my decision.
“Come in,” a female voice called back.
My heart quickened its beat.
Too late to give up now.
I opened the door and entered the place. A large window on the other side of the room, some bookcases, a large wooden desk crowded with piles of papers.
Miss Weiss rose her gaze from where she sat at. There was a small twist to her lip as she said, “Ah, Benjamin.”
She said nothing else and I wondered about telling her I’ve made a mistake and entered the wrong office. But that would only make matters worse.
I shut the door and took a step closer.
Miss Weiss leaned back on her hair, crossing her fingers in front of her. She cocked a well-drawn eyebrow, her face full of contempt.
“Good morning, miss,” I started, stopping in front of her. “I was wondering if we could discuss a project of mine.”
No, I told myself. I wasn’t supposed to wonder. I was supposed to order.
I opened my mouth to correct myself, but she was faster.
“Yes, I expected you eventually would.” Her brows dropped in a slight frown before she crossed her legs under the table. “You keep making the same mistakes, Benjamin. It did take you forever to come ask me about them.”
The hypothesis she had been giving me those grades on purpose resurfaced.
My face warmed in rage. “Those grades you’ve been giving me are unfair, miss Weiss, and you know that much.”
She shook her head, and her frown was back. She scrunched the tip of her small nose, making her pair of glasses tilt up. “They are not unfair. They reflected the mistakes you kept on making, without ever changing.”
“What mistakes, miss? Because your notes surely told me nothing.”
She uncrossed and crossed her legs again. Something I never thought possible happened then.
Her cheeks acquired a subtle shade of pink.
She gulped, leaning back on her chair. Crossing her arms, miss Weiss looked at me with lowered brows. “Your problem, Benjamin, is that you’re trying to breeze through life. My class is not one for the faint of heart. It’s not a class for cowards who don’t take sides, who don’t defend their opinions.” She pressed her arms tighter around her body, her voice dropping lower. “That’s your problem.”
She flushed further.
It was happening. She pressed her lips together, staring at me with dwindling intensity. All I needed to do was grow a pair and order her to ameliorate my grades.
I took a breath in. “You’ll improve my grades.”
Miss Weiss shuddered as if a cold breeze had embraced her. I eyed the window but it was shut.
“I can’t…” She started but her voice failed, so she cleared her throat. “I can’t just do that, out of nowhere.”
That whole facade of hers quickly crumbled under the effects of the pill I had taken. Her contempt faded to doubt.
“I don’t care,” I said, my voice hoarse with the order. “You gave me an arbitrary grade. Fix it.”
She shuddered again, pressing her chest up. Her brows came together in a pleading gaze I never thought I needed, but that turned me on nonetheless.
“I can’t,” she breathed, weakly. She seemed to think for a moment, then leaned forward. “I can improve your grades only upon… extra activities.”
Her new position gave me a whole new way of seeing things.
The button-down shirt now showed me a delicious cleavage. She looked up at me with big, chocolate eyes, the glasses balanced on the tip of her nose. Her dark hair had been hastily put up in a bun with a pen.
My mind whirled.
Miss Elizabeth Weiss was fucking hot.
Not only that, but she was turned on, and asking me for extra activities.
Unexpected, but so much better than my original plan.
I crossed my arms, cocking a brow. I had to be sure so I’d have to act like I had no idea what she was implying.
“Extra activities?” I asked, watching her lick her lower lip. “I’m not sure I’d have the time for that.”
My teacher stood up, walking slowly around the table. She wore a pencil skirt and stockings, paired with black heels. Archetypal hot teacher.
Did I mind it?
No way in fucking hell.
“Yes,” she murmured, approaching me. He
r eyes sparkled as she studied me, and I didn’t mind. She stopped at the corner of the desk, balancing her hip against it. "You know… Favors adults make between them.”
She batted her eyelashes at me, tilting her lip up.
My cock greeted her immediately. I could totally see now what my colleagues had been seeing for the past months.
And I was dying for her to teach me how well she rode a cock.
I took a step in her direction. She didn’t take one backward. Instead, she filled her lungs with the smell I was emitting. She pressed her thighs together harder.
“A favor?” I started, making her tilt her head up to look at me. “As in… You’ll improve my grades if I help you with your…” A heartbeat as I amassed courage. “Your soaking wet pussy?”
She gasped, her face reddening further. But she opened a smile right after, chuckling.
“Well… And here I thought I was being subtle.”
“You were,” I shouldered. “I just happen to recognize the signs.”
She took a step back and around me, striding to the door. With a swift move, she locked it, looking at me over her shoulder.
“Aren’t you an observer…” She approached me slowly, step by step, giving me time to devour her with my eyes. She brought her hands up to the waist of her skirt, finding the zipper. “Have you ever had an older woman, Benjamin?”
“No, miss Weiss,” I groaned as she opened the skirt and let it drop straight to the floor.
Naughty teacher wore garter-belts. Her well-toned legs were clad in black stockings to the middle of her thighs, where two twin black belts kept them up, connected to a belt under the shirt.
She hummed in approval, “And I’ve never had a student. But I really need your help here.” She neared and grasped my hand between her small fingers, bringing mine between her thighs. She was, as I expected, soaking wet. I could feel it through the fabric of her panties.
I moved my fingers over her pussy. She let her eyes drop shut, her pouty mouth opening in a soundless moan.
I was going to have so much fun with this one.
Grasping her hair between my fingers, I tilted her face up. She opened her eyes, hazy with lust. Holding her between her thighs and on the back of her head, I moved her around so I was pressing her against the desk.
She gasped as her backside met the table’s corner. I pressed my forefinger over her clit until she moaned out loud.
My body warmed up, the pleasure of being in control flooding me.
Miss Weiss rested her hands on the table, widening her stance. I brought my hand down from her hair to the cleavage of her shirt and tore it open. Buttons flew everywhere, cascading down the floor. She gasped, her body exposed.
The garter-belt wasn’t fastened around her waist as I expected. The belts over her thighs held straight to the tips of a black-and-pink laced corset.
“Fuck,” I mouthed against her face. “You sure are lewd, miss.”
She laughed, out of breath and shaky, her chest heaving over the tight fit of the corset. She opened her eyes to give me a coy look. “Do you think that’s lewd, Benjamin?” Her voice dropped to a hoarse whisper, drenched in desire. “I’ve masturbated under my desk as your class worked in your projects. I’ve cummed against the corner of this table at least twice this week.” She grinned. “Is that lewd enough for you?”
I grinned back. Dirty talking wasn’t one of my strongest traits.
So I held her by her hips and put her up the table, over her papers. She widened her eyes but made no sound.
“Good,” I voiced back. “Let’s see how well you’ll do around my cock then.”
I opened my pants and let them drop around my ankles, my member springing free and proud. She eyed it as if she had been starving.
“That’s it, Benjamin,” she smiled, not taking her eyes from my cock. “Show me what you got.”
I pressed her back until she was laying flat on the desk, sprawling all her notes and paper projects and tests around. My cock swell with the view of her breasts threatening to escape their concealment, her lace panties almost transparent with her juices.
Pulling them sideways, I gave her no time to think. I gave myself no time to admire her shaved mound and small lips, her glistening entrance as I lined my cock with it. She gasped as I entered her to the hilt in a single move.
I laid both hands to her sides, letting her heat envelop me. She widened her stance and I sunk in deeper. She mewled, her eyes half-shut as she was about to cum just with my first thrust.
She soaked me, warmed me all the way to my toes. I closed my hands in fists, pulled out and slammed back into her.
Her boobs swayed with the impact, her brows tilted up and I knew I had been right.
“Are you almost cumming with just one thrust, whore?” I growled, and her hands closed his fists too.
“Yes,” she gulped. “Yes, I’m so very close.”
I pulled out and slammed in again. She came apart, crying out loud and covering her mouth with her hands in a second. I closed my hands around her fists, pulling them over her head.
“Oh, no,” I grinned, “I want to hear the sounds you make as I fuck you senseless, miss Weiss.”
Her boobs swayed over the corset as I quickened my pace, every bounce closer to exposing her nipples to me. I thrust again and again and once more, low moans cascading out of her. Her muscles pressed around my cock and her cries pitched higher, and I knew she’d cum again any second.
My balls tingled, so I took a breath in, willing myself to wait.
Miss Weiss dropped her head back and bucked against my cock as she cried out, coming apart again. Her muscles threatened to suffocate me.
Her tits escaped the corset at the same time; beautiful twin nipples, hard and rosy, stood atop her boobs, which bounced freely now. She made no movement to conceal them.
I let her wrists go and grasped her around her waist. I was close, too close.
Bracing myself, I pulled my cock out. She whimpered, snapping her eyes open and looking for me.
“Yeah, I know, you’re desperate for my cock.”
“I am,” she cried, biting her lower lip. “Please, Benjamin, please, give me it!”
“I will,” I smiled, then turned her over, ass up. “I just happened to find out I’m pretty fond of slapping some ass.”
She gasped when she landed belly down on the table, but her ass was immediately tilting up. I pulled her panties sideways once more and quickly found her entrance again. She took me in, greedily.
It was a stunning sight. Her ass bounced with every slam.
I spanked one cheek, then the other. Her moans pitched higher with every slap.
“Yes!” She groaned, bracing herself on the table to lift her ass. “More! More!”
I clutched a handful of her hair between my fingers, pulling back. She moaned and, the moment I slapped her, miss Weiss came on me again.
“I thought you were going to teach me something, miss?” I laughed, gasping for air as my own orgasm approached.
She looked over her shoulder, her eyes ablaze. “I’ll teach you how I adore cock.”
I shivered, “I’m cumming on you, miss. I’m cumming all over you.”
“Yes! Fill me with your load, Benjamin! But don’t waste it all,” she smiled, a perfect mixture of coy and lewd, “I want to drink it too.”
Her words were the last drop for me. I didn’t hold back, neither the primal growl nor the force with which I slammed my last thrust into her. She came again and her muscles milked me dry.
But that was not the end of it.
Oh, no.
The two of us were about to skip school for the whole day.
3
I would’ve stayed longer. I would’ve fucked miss Weiss - or Elizabeth, as she asked me to call her - for the whole afternoon and well into the evening.
But a man has his limits.
I walked back home under the moonlight and I was freaking famished. Having skipped lunch to eat someth
ing way more pleasant, now I was starving.
With some luck, my step-mother wouldn’t mind my arrival.
I teetered on the edge of the pill’s effects. It had been almost twelve hours since I had taken it and I couldn’t be sure if the effects had worn off during the day. It may as well have, and Elizabeth kept on fucking me because she liked it, or because she really had been needing it.
I chose to believe that theory.
Which led me to the conclusion I was out of the effects now, and my step-mother was possibly going to bitch around me as she usually did.
I knew she was the next item on my list too.
After fucking my step-sister for two days in a row, even if she wasn’t wanting to fuck me again, she was behaving way better than before.
She was not a complete brat anymore.
The issue with my teacher had been solved after cumming so many times I couldn’t even remember the number.
Now, I had to solve the problem with my step-mother. She was insufferable, and walked around as if… As if she never had enough sex.
I didn’t want to go there, of course. She was younger than dad, but still almost fifteen years older than me. And I really didn’t want to think about her sex-life with my father, or the lack of it.
Nope. I really didn’t want to go there.
But as I climbed the steps, I accepted I’d have to think of something.
And perhaps… If her problem was lack of orgasms… Perhaps I could solve that for her.
She was hot anyway.
But she was more forbidden than my step-sister. Way more.
She was my father’s woman. It was his problem if she was bitching around for lack of sex…
Though it was his problem, I was clearly suffering the consequences.
Unlocking the entrance door, I was greeted by her voice, yelling something at me as soon as I stepped inside the house.
I sighed.
I would have to solve this. Even if I were to depend on the side-effects of a pill that made women horny and pliable and willing to my wishes. I’d do anything.
Anything at all.
THE END