Stepmother at the Academy (4)
“Slurp… suck… haaah… slurp….”
“Kiss. Mmmph…”
Stepmother locked both arms around my head and tangled her tongue with mine in a sticky, wet kiss.
It wasn’t a kiss filled with love.
It was closer to the raw, instinctive reaction of a man and a woman whose shame and arousal and a dozen other emotions had all collided at once. And precisely because of that, our kiss was filthy and passionate beyond reason.
Every time our lips parted, long strands of spit stretched between our tongues, snapping one after another. The sight of it was obscenely erotic.
“Mmmn… slurp….”
When I pushed my tongue out and licked her lips, Stepmother opened her mouth and coiled her own tongue around mine, answering me with eager hunger. I scooped up the thick saliva pooling inside her mouth and sucked it down with wet, greedy pulls; hot breath spilled from her nose as if she were drowning in it.
Between the lips we crushed together, tongues and spit mixed into a lewd, squelching sound that filled the room.
“Slurp… mmmph… puhaah…”
After a long, deep kiss I finally pulled away, leaving sticky threads of spit hanging between us.
When our faces met again, Stepmother glared at me through mascara-lined, venomous eyes.
“You horny little bastard….”
“You say that, but you were kissing me like you meant it.”
“Don’t talk nonsense! I was just… ahhk…!!”
I drove my cock deep inside her. Mid-sentence she broke off, clutching my neck hard and letting out a moan.
Her nails scraped across my skin, leaving sharp little stings. But the soft, writhing flesh wrapped around my cock felt so incredible it more than made up for it.
Stepmother’s body, burning hot, no longer rejected me.
Instead she lifted her hips a little, adjusting her angle so she could take me even deeper. In answer I pushed my waist forward, forcing her tight pussy open as I sank in; her lips parted.
“Ah… ahhk….”
“See? You like it this much.”
“This thing… it’s too big….”
The pressure of my cock filling her completely left her barely able to form words. Even after all this time she was still clamping down hard; her insides really were absurdly tight.
Watching that cool, haughty woman gasp and pant so lewdly while impaled on my cock filled me with a crushing sense of conquest. Her sweat-soaked white shirt, her neatly tied hair, even the glasses that usually made her look so intellectual—all of it only looked filthy now.
I brushed the damp bangs stuck to her forehead and asked,
“You’re so tight I’m going to move a little faster. You prefer it that way too, don’t you, Stepmother?”
“Hnn… shut up….”
There was no real force behind the words.
There was a time I found her intimidating, even scary. Now the power balance had completely flipped. When I gave a light snap of my hips and jabbed her depths with the head of my cock, a moan slipped past her tightly pressed lips.
Every time my rock-hard cock twitched inside her, Stepmother’s body convulsed.
I knew every one of her weak spots by now; under my movements she had no choice but to crumble. The way she clung to my neck and refused to let go told me everything.
“Haahk! Hnnn….”
She was already halfway gone, yet she still glared at me through her glasses as if denying it, biting back her moans.
Honestly, I preferred it when she resisted; the sense of taboo felt even better. Nothing was more satisfying than watching that prideful woman gradually surrender to my cock.
The master-and-slave game was over.
“Haa… haa….”
Squelch, squelch, squelch…!!
I gripped her sweat-slick thighs and pumped my hips hard and fast. The more I thrust, the more eagerly her insides welcomed me, and the amount of pussy juice pouring out grew far greater than before.
We both panted, focusing only on the raw stimulation flooding our hypersensitive lower halves.
Bodies pressed together like this, we were naturally soaked in each other’s sweat. Our clothes were getting just as wet. Watching the lewd sweat stains bloom across Stepmother’s white shirt, I said,
“Wouldn’t it be better to just take the clothes off? The black skirt might hide it, but if you teach class in a shirt that wet, the students are going to think something’s weird.”
“…Hnn. Haahk…!!”
“And the sweat marks under your arms are getting darker by the second. If the kids see that, they might start calling you a dirty teacher.”
“Hnn… shut up…!!”
She snapped at me, but even Stepmother must have decided she couldn’t ruin her clothes any further; she started undoing the buttons herself. True to her meticulous teacher image, she clearly hated the idea of anyone seeing her shirt ruined by sweat.
But did she realize? There was a strange urgency and excitement in the way her fingers worked those buttons.
“You should have taken it off sooner.”
At last her dazzling body was bare. I’d seen it plenty of times while massaging her, but getting to look at Stepmother naked while students walked the halls outside was a rare thrill. That added a delicious sense of taboo. From her expression, she seemed to feel the same mix of shame and something darker.
I grabbed her sweat-slick breasts and squeezed hard.
“Ahhk…!!”
Her nipples sprang stiff between my crushing fingers. When I rolled them and sucked greedily, her back arched and a fierce reaction tore out of her.
Needing something to hold onto, Stepmother locked her arms around my neck and poured hot breath against my nape.
“Hnn…! Hnnn…!!”
“Haa, haa… Mother…”
Her sticky pussy juices coated my cock. Breathing hard, I slammed even deeper into her womb. Her sweat-drenched, voluptuous body writhed, and hotter moans spilled free.
A beautiful woman pinned beneath me, screaming in pleasure. It was almost impossible to believe this was the same cool teacher who had been lecturing students only moments ago; the way she drowned in animal lust only made the whole situation feel more forbidden.
“Haahk..!! Hnnn..!!!”
Thud, thud, thud, thud!! Squelch, squelch, squelch…!!!
Stepmother’s lips never stopped pouring out hot moans, and the corners of her eyes had lifted into a sultry, melted look. Her womb contracted with shocking force, squeezing my cock in a scorching grip.
I was drowning in pleasure myself, so I clenched my ass tight and snapped my hips to keep from cumming first.
“Haa…!! Mother..!! It feels so fucking good…!”
“Hnnn…!! You animal…!! Harder…!!”
I hooked both of her legs over my shoulders and drove down into her with crushing force.
As our hips moved in that sticky rhythm, our eyes naturally met. Wordlessly staring at each other, breathing hot against each other’s faces, we were swept up by the atmosphere and pressed our lips together again, tongues sliding wetly.
“Mmm… slurp…. Kiss, kiss… hnn…”
Every time I scraped her walls with that hard cock she arched and came with pure joy. Toes pointed straight at the ceiling, body clenched tight—Stepmother looked obscenely lewd.
I felt that delicious, gripping pussy and raced toward my own climax.
“Haa… haa…”
Seeing me pant, Stepmother’s eyes narrowed slightly. She could feel my cock twitching inside her flesh, ready to explode any second. She knew I was holding back.
Realizing that making me cum was the only way to end this, she wrapped her smooth legs around my waist. Then, as if saying “your turn,” she clamped her pussy down hard.
“Hnnn..!! Haah..!!!”
“Ghhk…!!? If you squeeze like that all of a sudden….”
Stepmother rolled her hips in slow circles, pouring even more pleasure into me, clearly demanding I cum already. The unexpected counterattack sent a surge of climax racing up from my lower body.
Sensing the pulsing warning signs in my cock, she turned her head and began licking my cheek and ear.
“Haah… hoo….”
With Stepmother openly coaxing me to finish, licking my neck and face with wet little sucks, holding back became nearly impossible.
Right on the edge of letting go, a thought flickered: Is it okay to dump my cum deep in her womb like this? But the moment I saw her face, flushed and moaning, that worry melted away.
The raw instinct to flood a female’s womb with seed. I didn’t want to fight it. I slammed my hips down even faster, battering her insides.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!!
“I’m gonna cum..!!”
“W-wait…!! Hnnn…!!!?”
Sensing something was wrong from the way I moved, Stepmother shoved at my chest.
In her panic she clearly hadn’t considered creampie at all. She thrashed, trying to escape, but the pleasure I was giving her was too much; her head fell back and she cried out. Timing it perfectly with her climax, I poured my cum into her.
Spurt….!! Spurt, spurt…!!!
The writhing, squeezing flesh milked an enormous load out of me. My hips trembled as I savored that mind-melting ecstasy.
Stepmother came at the same time, feeling the hot semen flooding her womb.
“Hiiik….!!?”
“Hoo… haa….”
Still riding the aftershocks of an orgasm too intense for words, I kept pumping every last drop into her womb. Only after packing her full of hot cum did I finally feel satisfied and slowly pull out. The moment my cock left her stuffed pussy, her inner walls fluttered open as if reluctant to let go.
I finally freed myself from that chewy, clinging pussy that had milked me to the very end, and gasped for air.
“Hooo… haa….”
My whole body felt drained, as if I’d cum out my soul. Stepmother twitched and shuddered, lost in the afterglow.
I collapsed into the chair and stared blankly at the counseling room—now filthy with pussy juice, cum, and sweat.
…So when the hell am I supposed to clean all this up?