Favor (2)
The infirmary bed was equipment meant for injured people. I hardly ever climbed onto it before. But lately, it felt like it was being used more for other purposes than its original intent. Take right now, for example.
Me, the health teacher, sitting on the bed. And Apprentice Saintess Lucia kneeling on the floor between my legs. Her upper clothes completely removed. All to make me feel good with those overwhelming breasts.
"Th-this is my first time, so it's a bit awkward, but... I'll do my best, as per your instructions, Teacher Theo."
No need to be so tense, Lucia. I didn't say it out loud, but this is my first time too.
"Then, first things first—before we start, please take off my pants."
"...Yes."
I hadn't realized it before, but Lucia was incredibly shy. That trait meshed so well with her kind, considerate nature that it became its own cute charm point. Right now, her pure white cheeks were flushed a vivid red, yet she was still reaching out to remove my pants. I'd already undone the belt. All that was left was to grab and pull them down.
Her pale, slender, delicate, long fingers grasped the hem of my pants. The hesitation was brief. With surprising decisiveness, she yanked them down in one go.
As anyone might expect, I'd been erect for quite a while. My cock sprang free from the confines of my pants like it had been waiting, meeting Lucia's eyes head-on.
"...Ah."
She seemed a little startled. I should've warned her.
"S-sorry if that surprised you, Lucia."
She looked up at me and gave an awkward smile.
"Pardon? Oh, n-no... it's fine, Teacher Theo. It's just... it really hits me now that this whole thing was inside me..."
Ugh. Lucia had this unintentional knack for stirring a man's psyche.
"So, um... what should I do next...?"
"Ah, right. First, please push your breasts forward and cup them with your hands, like you're lifting them up."
I calmly explained, recalling what I'd read in Aria's book. Lucia, still on her knees, leaned her upper body closer to me. Her flawless, milky-white skin seemed to retain a faint reddish tint—probably from how intensely I'd groped her earlier.
Now that she'd lifted her breasts right in front of me, it was time for the real start. My heart was pounding like mad, but I tried not to show my excitement...
"Next, wrap them around this, like you're sandwiching it between your breasts."
I pointed at my cock, indicating she should nestle it into her cleavage.
"......"
Whenever Lucia got embarrassed, her words noticeably dwindled. She didn't reply, but she followed my instructions, leaning forward. And finally.
Soft, warm flesh touched my cock, then enveloped it completely, swallowing it between her breasts. My body nearly jolted on the bed. I clenched my fists, savoring that chilling, ticklish pleasure. Just being wrapped up like this felt so good it nearly melted my hips. This was cheating.
"S-so... what next...?"
In that instant, I'd completely forgotten about the owner of these breasts. Lucia looked up at me, her shy voice at odds with the violently voluptuous chest she wielded.
"N-next... press your breasts together from the sides, squeezing and enveloping it tightly."
Did I explain that well? Would she understand? Such worries proved utterly unnecessary. Lucia's lightly fisted hands pressed her breasts inward from the sides—squish—adding pressure. My cock, with only the tip peeking out, sank almost entirely into her cleavage. Smooth skin clung to the shaft, pressing with a chewy, elastic sensation. That alone—that mere entrapment in her flesh—was all I could ever want.
"Ha, ah..."
I gazed at the infirmary ceiling and let out a long sigh without thinking. If the devil existed, he'd have to pay at least this much pleasure to claim my soul. It was that addictive. I wanted to stay buried in this soft, pillowy flesh forever.
"Te... Teacher Theo...?"
Lucia's voice pulled my dazed mind back to reality—again.
"S-sorry. It felt so good, I zoned out."
She just smiled sweetly at my overly honest response.
"Is that so? I'm glad. Your happiness is my happiness, Teacher."
Was that fitting for the woman whose tightly squeezed breasts were gripping my cock? Whatever— it felt amazing, so who cared. Lucia wanted this too, after all.
"Now for the last part. Slowly move your gathered breasts up and down, like you're shaking them. The pressure, speed, direction—I'll leave it all to you, Lucia."
Aria's book had said as much, so I followed suit.
"...Yes, Teacher. I'll... I'll do my best."
Lucia truly had a beautiful heart. As beautiful as the sleek, soft breasts currently enveloping my cock... No, enough irreverent thoughts.
"Don't worry about watching my reactions—just do what feels natural."
I'm ready to enjoy this too, Lucia.
Her hands, pressing her breasts from the sides, began to move. Downward first. Like when she'd lifted them earlier—from bottom to top, but maintaining the pressure. The cleavage followed the tip upward along the shaft—slooowly. I tried to stay still, but my cock twitched honestly in response to the pleasure.
Thankfully, Lucia silently lowered her breasts again. Not rushing, nice and slow. The head of my cock reemerged from the deep crevice. The warm breath escaping her lips brushed my glans, adding no small stimulation.
"That's... very good, Lucia."
I wanted to shower her with exclamations, but held back to avoid seeming exaggerated.
"R-really...? I was worried it might be too slow, with all the skin sticking together..."
"Oh, if that's the issue..."
Something else from Aria's book. I hadn't planned to suggest it, but the words slipped out.
"...Um. Try... letting a little saliva drip down."
"S-s-saliva...?"
Not quite the reaction I'd expected. Surprisingly, after a brief shock, Lucia nodded slightly.
Huh? I'd imagined her blushing furiously, flustered beyond words. But she was already parting her small lips, pink tongue peeking out.
"Here..."
The sticky fluid dripped onto my glans, naturally trickling down the shaft and into the enveloping valley. Her lips closed, tongue lightly licking the corner of her mouth as she looked up—meeting my eyes.
"...T-Teacher Theo. Were... were you watching...?"
"Huh? Y-yeah, of course..."
Was she the embarrassed one now? After all these years together, I still didn't understand women at all. Not one bit.
"Ah... n-no, it's fine. Then... I'll continue..."
Ahem. Clearing her throat, Lucia gathered her breasts again. Squiiiish—the saliva-slicked flesh was now far smoother and stickier. Her movements didn't change much: squeeze tight, up, then down. But the sensation deepened considerably. And one new addition: the wet, squelching sounds—squelch, schlick, squuuish—as fluids clung to the flesh.
Realizing I shouldn't just passively enjoy, I spoke up.
"This is... way better than I imagined, Lucia."
Lucia's breasts. As I caught my breath staring at the ceiling, I looked down to see her gazing up at me, hands steadily working.
Our eyes met, and for some reason, she apologized.
"Ah, s-sorry. You looked so pleased, Teacher..."
Was I making that dopey face? Gotta be more careful. But now that she'd noticed, why hide it? She'd be happy to hear how good she made me feel.
"Busted, huh? You saw right. I'm barely holding back as it is."
Lucia wanted me satisfied, after all. Casual words, but she seemed to crave something more definite.
"You don't have to hold back... Um, you can... c-c-come... like this..."
It was just like before. Avoiding my gaze, yet her hands—her breast-enveloping hands—kept moving steadily. It had taken real effort to voice "ejaculation." No wonder.
Honestly, hearing it was okay to cum like this evaporated my restraint. What if it got on her habit or skirt? Would the smell linger even after wiping her breasts? Petty concerns vanished, drowned by primal urge to just blast away in bliss.
Right on cue, her breasts—wrapped from base to tip—sloooowly slid upward. Matching the motion, I came. I unleashed the desire I'd barely suppressed to the limit.
"Ha, ah..."
Instinctively thrusting forward, I buried my cock deep in her cleavage. It might look unchanged at a glance, but inside was chaos. Fully engulfed in that soft flesh, my cock spewed thick, sticky semen wildly. With each gloop, globs oozed up through the valley, faintly visible. She must feel it clearly—her wide-eyed stare said as much.
After a moment, as fluids mingled into a slick mess, I slowly withdrew from the crevice. Lucia remained kneeling, face slightly flushed, awaiting my next words.
"Um, Lucia... please spread your breasts. I need to wipe them."
Half my reason for saying it was pure selfish desire.
"Ah... yes, Teacher Theo..."
Slowly rising a bit, she parted her cupped breasts to either side. Between them, semen clung to both mounds, stretching in sticky webs. The faint, musky, potent male scent wafting up—all traces of the desire I'd left behind.
"Th-this... I'll go get something to wipe it with."
I stared, entranced, before snapping back and turning away. As I hurriedly rummaged for a towel, I thought I heard Lucia's faint murmur behind me.
"...So much... ♡"