Ravishing Miss Mina
I stared, transfixed, as Miss Mina climbed onto the bed wearing nothing but a set of sleek black lingerie that left every inch of her seductive figure completely exposed. She glanced sideways, clearly aware of how my gaze had been captured by the erotic sight, then awkwardly swayed her hips from side to side as she crawled across the mattress. Once there, she sat facing me and spread her thighs wide open.
Her voice trembled as she spoke those seductive words. Even though her expression was tense, as if this were her very first time having sex, Miss Mina looked at me with desperate longing in her eyes.
I had no idea why Miss Mina was suddenly acting like this. When she'd first asked about my troubles, she'd seemed genuinely worried about me lately, so I'd assumed this was just an extension of that concern. But even during sex, she'd always devoured me with her usual overwhelming intensity. Where had that version of her gone? Now she was suddenly asking me to touch her body.
If this was supposed to be part of pussy education, it felt a bit forced. Miss Mina probably still thought I naively believed in the whole pussy education excuse, but for her, it had always been nothing more than a pretext to be intimate with me. She wouldn't suddenly decide to give me genuine instruction about my pussy now.
I couldn't quite figure out her intentions, but… her suggestion still tempted me. It was only natural that someone like me—who got her pussy relentlessly pounded, nipples bitten hard, and throat squeezed until she came—would find the idea appealing. Yet women couldn't insert a cock like men could. Just touching and caressing me wouldn't let them feel any pleasure themselves. So the way they always rushed at me like they'd gone half-mad, desperate to ravish my body… as someone who'd grown addicted to the orgasms that came from my pussy, I simply couldn't understand it.
But now, Miss Mina was offering me the chance to explore that unknown territory using her own body.
The truth was, I was already aching to have my pussy stuffed. I wanted to be tormented until I came over and over, driven insane by climax after climax until I passed out from exhaustion. Still… opportunities like this didn't come often.
I stripped off my entire school uniform beside the clothes she'd already discarded and slowly approached the bed. Miss Mina watched me with short, shallow breaths and eyes full of tension. I climbed on top of her, admiring her beautiful face framed by long black hair splayed across the sheets… then lowered my head and gently pressed our lips together.
Her eyelids fluttered shut and trembled. A sweet, nasal moan slipped out naturally. Nothing had changed except our positions—me on top instead of underneath—yet the sensation felt entirely different. I'd always been the one pinned beneath her on this bed, helplessly receiving everything she gave. Now that I was the one touching and ravishing her… I felt a fierce heat rising from deep inside my core.
"Chu, mwah♡ Haa… slurp, mmm… chu, chu…♡"
Any thought of taking things slow and exploring vanished. I became exactly like the girls who'd been ravishing me all this time. I grabbed Miss Mina's wrists and pinned them down hard against the bed, then began devouring her lips with frantic hunger.
The kiss… felt strangely more electrifying and sweet than usual. I couldn't stop. The texture and warmth were the same as always, but the way my brain processed it and the flow of my reactions were completely different. This wasn't a kiss where I was being taken—it was a kiss where I was taking her. A kiss where I held the power. A kiss where I could do whatever I wanted to Miss Mina.
With that shift in perception, sensations I'd forgotten while enduring constant pussy management began to flood through me. After a kiss like this, how would I ravish the beautiful teacher blushing shyly beneath me? What kind of reactions would she show afterward? Lewd fantasies swirled through my mind alongside sticky desire. My already fevered thoughts overflowed with pleasure that spread throughout my entire body. I was so unbearably excited that even my breathing had begun to shake.
I silenced her attempt to speak by covering her lips with mine again, tangling our tongues once more. Despite her plea to go slower, Miss Mina's face was wetter than usual as she eagerly entwined her tongue with mine. Just seeing that shy yet obscene expression made my heart race wildly.
"Slurp… Haaa… Haa, haa… haa…."
I kept kissing her until her mouth was a glistening mess of clear saliva, then finally pulled away. Even as she gasped for breath, Miss Mina chased after me with her tongue slightly extended, looking reluctant to stop. But I could no longer be satisfied with kissing alone.
I half-raised my body from where I'd been lying over her and grabbed the bra covering her large breasts, yanking it off.
"Haa, haa…."
Heavy, pale white breasts spilled out from beneath the bra with a soft bounce. They were so large that even my hands—which were fairly big for a girl's—couldn't fully grasp them. At their tips, her pink nipples stood out shyly, as if making their own little claim. Because my perspective had changed, they somehow looked subtly different from usual. I stared at them in a daze before glancing up at her face, as if seeking permission.
The moment she gave permission, I buried my face between those massive breasts. I took her left breast into my mouth, savoring the cute, swollen nipple, while roughly kneading her right breast with my hand. It was nothing but raw instinct—an incredibly violent caress—yet
Miss Mina kept letting out sweet sighs and twisting her body. Her reactions were just as lewd as the ones my friends drew out of me during sex. Watching her like this, I finally understood why the girls had been so eager to touch and ravish me. Every time I touched her, her hips would jerk upward. Every time I bit down, a sharp moan would escape. Every time I licked, her breasts would heave wildly. Just knowing that I was making Miss Mina feel this obscene pleasure filled my head with a mental ecstasy and satisfaction that rivaled the physical pleasure of having my own pussy directly stimulated.
And along with that came the desire to see her even more disheveled… even more broken. That urge began to drive my body forward.
I asked in a deliberately cute, drawn-out voice—it was practically a warning rather than a question. Without waiting for an answer, I grabbed the panties that barely clung to her hips with both hands. As I breathed heavily and slowly peeled the panties from her lower body, Miss Mina silently lifted her hips just a little to help. From the inside of the soaked black fabric, strands of clear love juice stretched out in sticky threads.
She must have shaved… Her pussy was completely hairless, showcasing smooth white skin and a pretty pink slit. Just from me staring at it quietly, it twitched and trembled, leaking more juices in a steady stream.
Despite her mature appearance, Miss Mina was reacting with the embarrassment of a young girl. It was so adorable that I almost wanted to laugh, and something deep inside my chest seemed to loosen just a little. The urge to lick her pussy and tease her a bit did rise up, but she was already wet enough for my fingers to slide in easily. Since I was feeling slightly better than usual for once, I decided to skip that step and prepare for insertion right away.
Right before insertion, Miss Mina looked somewhat anxious as she begged for a kiss. What was this reaction? It was as if all the sex we'd had before had been a lie—she was acting like a complete virgin. I leaned my face close to hers and teased her with a slightly amused voice.
I smiled silently and kissed her lips. As our tongues met and tangled deeply, I slid my right hand downward and stroked her soaking wet pussy. Then I curled my middle finger slightly and began slowly pushing it inside her entrance.
Seeing Miss Mina react like this… she really must have been a 'virgin,' right? She'd once answered a mischievous question from the class about whether she had a lover by saying she'd never dated anyone. The kids had booed and told her not to lie, but after seeing her today, it seemed like it might have been true.
So I should push in carefully, and if I felt any resistance, I should stop… I had to stop…
…There was no resistance at all.
Even though she was incredibly wet, her tight inner walls squeezed hard around my finger as I pushed it in with some effort. Yet there was nothing blocking the way—my middle finger sank all the way to the base without any obstruction.
Realizing that Miss Mina wasn't actually a 'virgin' went against my expectations. While still kissing her… had I unconsciously made a disappointed face? Miss Mina's face turned bright red as she looked at me. She pulled her lips away slightly and turned her head to the side.
She covered her mouth with her hand, her voice trembling as she stammered.
She glanced at me sideways while keeping her face turned away… then her ears turned red as well, and she completely covered her face with both hands. It was an incredibly cute sight, but unlike before, I couldn't smile.
So Miss Mina had had sex with the person she liked. She'd only played it safe with me using her mouth and hands, but behind my back she'd been having intense pussy sex with someone else. …She must have been living happily.
Meanwhile, I'd become this pathetic.
The misfortune I was facing now was something I'd brought upon myself. The fact that Miss Mina had started craving my body in the first place had begun when I begged her for pussy management. I knew my current emotions were nothing but ridiculous resentment… But as if I were jealous of her happiness, as if I were taking out my frustration for how broken I'd become, I poured all the emotions surging up from my chest into my actions. I bit down hard on her nipple with my mouth and began violently fingering her pussy, which was now dripping wet and glistening.
Every time my middle and ring fingers thrust in and out of her entrance, wet squelching sounds filled the air without pause.
Miss Mina's screams that sounded almost like moans rang out one after another like a broken recorder, completely filling the inside of the counseling room.