With My Stepmother at the Cram School (2)
"…Would you mind bending over and bracing yourself on the desk?"
My stepmother turned her back to me and gripped the edge of the desk. The moment she hooked her fingers into her panties and dragged them down, that pale, full ass spilled free — soft and heavy as a pair of moons, swaying just enough to make me swallow hard.
She still had her dress shirt on up top, but from the waist down she was completely bare. Her stockings and panties hung crumpled around the heels of her pumps.
Students were walking the halls right outside, and yet here she stood in that brazen, filthy state of undress. My heart was hammering harder than usual just looking at her.
Maybe the same thought had crossed her mind. She fixed her glasses with an uncharacteristically flustered look and said,
"What are you doing? Are you just going to stand there staring?"
"Ah—sorry. What should I do?"
"You don't know? Do what you always do."
That queenly tone of command was all I'd been waiting for. Without a second of hesitation I laid both hands on that white ass.
Thup…
The springy, dense flesh filled my palms completely — a sensation so good I could have spent the entire day kneading it. Perfectly balanced, perfectly shaped. And because she was still wearing those low heels, her hips were tilted up just enough to keep the muscle engaged, making her ass even firmer and more elastic than usual. I gave it a few testing squeezes and watched her reaction.
"Mmm…"
She pushed her hips back toward me, as if that still wasn't enough. I leaned in and pressed my lips to one cheek.
"Mwah… Then I'll begin, Master."
"Nngh…"
"Slurrp…"
The moment my tongue dragged wetly across her ass, a strange, throaty little moan slipped out of her. The counseling room was well soundproofed; there was no real danger of anyone hearing. Still — doing this at the cram school was something the usual, rigid version of my stepmother would never have allowed herself to imagine.
And yet here she was, offering her ass to me of her own free will. A satisfaction I couldn't put into words surged through me, sharp and electric.
I was only groping her ass, and already the air inside the room had gone thick and sticky. Whatever resistance she'd been carrying seemed to melt under that atmosphere; she was starting to lean into my hands, clearly enjoying them.
I spent a long time just kneading and licking, savoring every bit of that texture, before I finally took hold of both cheeks and slowly pulled them apart.
—Spread…
Hidden between them, her soft pink rear entrance shyly came into view. The cool air touching that forcibly exposed hole made it twitch in a little spasm of tension.
"…Mmm."
Even with me holding her open and staring straight at her asshole, she didn't stop me. She only glanced back over her shoulder with eyes that clearly wanted something.
That attitude was so different from her usual self that I almost laughed under my breath. I brought my face closer, stuck out my tongue, and gave that tight little hole a gentle lick.
I knocked softly against the twitching pink entrance, then lapped carefully around the tightly sealed rim, coaxing it to open for me. Under that attention my stepmother let out heated, breathless moans.
"Haaah… nngh… hnn…"
I could see her knuckles go white where she gripped the desk. The shame seemed to have burned off already; she even had the composure to look back at me and smile.
"Haa… How is it? You like licking my filthy hole? For a horny little mutt like you this is a reward, isn't it? Getting to taste Master's asshole all you want… nngh…"
"Slurrp… suck…"
"Hnnngh… More carefully… haah, yes, like that…"
Only a few minutes in and already strands of her hair were stuck to her lips; her face had gone completely slack with pleasure. It was hard to believe this was the same woman who'd been teaching a class just moments ago — she looked that vulgar. Even more shocking: she was holding her own ass open with both hands, spreading herself wide so her anus was fully on display.
In that pose she shoved her hips back into my face, as if demanding I suck deeper. I focused harder to meet that demand. Seeing me work, she spoke in a voice thick with excitement.
"Haaah… A perverted slave-mutt like you really is best suited to licking my asshole… Don't worry too much, though. I washed everything thoroughly this morning… So lick harder, like a dog, you filthy little freak. Hnnngh…!"
She kept talking down to me in that arrogant tone. I decided it was time to teach her a proper lesson and put everything I had into it.
"Beh…"
I stiffened my tongue and began jabbing at her anus, slowly forcing my way inside. The tightly clenched entrance gradually yielded and started to take me in. The moment my tongue pushed into that hot, dense little hole, a fierce contracting squeeze closed around it.
I licked the inside with long, sticky strokes, swirling my tongue boldly, and my stepmother moaned in pure bliss under that skilled stimulation of her ass.
"Hnnngh… You crazy little bastard… Going that deep…"
"Suck… huff…"
"Hnnngh… There's a tongue in my ass—aah!!"
I worked her rear hole without the slightest hesitation, stimulating the inside so she would feel good. Watching me, she wore a smile so lewd no one would ever believe she was a teacher, and she spread her anus even wider — spread♥ — so I could focus on sucking it.
That prim, face-conscious woman would never have imagined herself doing something like this. And yet here she was, committing this shameless act at her own workplace, a cram school full of students. Not a flicker of guilt showed on her face. If anything, she looked even more depraved than usual — and I was sure that wasn't just my imagination.
"…Slurp. Hrrk…"
"Hnnngh…!!?"
Her whole body started to tremble. Whatever had become of that queenly attitude from earlier, she was already taking my attention with raw, animal moans. I watched the heels of her pumps quiver above the floor, then slowly pulled my mouth away from her ass.
Time to work on her pussy as well.
It was already soaked through with juices; when I brought my face close, a heat poured off it that made everything before feel mild by comparison. I rubbed those folds with my fingers, then pressed my lips to the stiff little clit and kissed it over and over.
"Ahhngh… There… that feels good…"
She shoved her hips back and ground her pussy against my mouth, so lost in the pleasure she clearly had no idea how filthy she looked. When I started thrashing my tongue across her folds, the sharp thrills must have been hitting her hard.
This was a woman who normally kept herself miles away from behavior like this, and that very fact only deepened the sense of taboo — she was reveling in it. She still tried to hold onto a last scrap of pride by biting back her moans… but to me that only looked like coyness, and it made me even harder.
I kept gently working her pussy and ass, then slowly lifted my head to look at her.
"Nngh… uuhnn…"
She had her face dropped onto the desk, moaning. Completely absorbed in the pleasure I was giving her, she wasn't paying me any attention at all. When I forced her pussy open and pushed my tongue deep inside, she even started drooling onto the desktop.
Licking and stimulating her inner walls like that drew a much fiercer reaction than before; she spurted more wetness.
"Don't let it drip… nngh… be careful… hnn!?"
"Yes, Master."
I sealed my lips over her sex and sucked the juices right out of her. That only excited her further, driving her toward climax. When her arousal hit its peak, I gave her clit a little twist — and she plunged straight into rapture.
"Haaahk!! Aaaaah…!!"
Sweat-slicked and radiating pure sex, she looked so good I couldn't hold back any longer. I slowly unzipped my pants, shoved them down, and freed my cock. It was already so hard the veins stood out, bobbing heavily in the air.
In this situation there was only one way to calm it down.
I took hold of the pussy dripping right in front of me and spread it open. Softened and slick, the entrance fluttered as if it had been waiting for my cock. I gripped myself firmly, set the head against that opening, and rubbed hard.
Squelch, squelch…
The sticky folds clung to my glans the moment they touched, smearing me with her juices. Friction turned that wetness white and foamy.
Breathing hard over the desk, my stepmother felt something different press against her pussy and twisted around in surprise.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm sorry, Master. I can't hold it back anymore…!!"
I set my swollen head against her entrance and pushed in hard.
She thrashed in panic, trying to twist free, but I locked both hands on her waist and drove harder. The frothy juices already coating her worked like lubricant, and my cock began to sink in slowly.
Squelch…!!!
Her entrance stretched open and swallowed me about halfway. The sheer size of me must have been too much — her mouth fell open and her eyes started to roll.
"S-Stop it…!!"
"I'm sorry! I can't hold back!"
I shoved the rest of the way in.