My fingers tightened in Hayashi-sensei's hair as the heat and pressure built to a breaking point. Her head moved with a growing rhythm as she tested her limit on how much more she could fit in.
The soft pressure from her breasts, squeezing my cock tightly, only amplified the sensation, each movent of hers delivering more pleasure to .
"Sensei. I'm really close now. You sure you want to keep going? You may get surprised..." I repeated my warning but her response was a simple glance at before intensifying her movents.
A muffled hum escaped her, vibrating against , and I took that as her answer. Stubborn, determined, and unwilling to back down from the challenge she'd set for herself.
I let out a shaky breath, my hand gently caressing her cheek as I fought to keep my hips still. Her tongue continued poking through my most sensitive spots as the relentless pressure of her warm mouth and soft curves pushed over the edge.
My body tensed up as I failed to hold back a moan slipping out.
"Sensei, I..." My words were cut off as the climax hit, a rush of heat surging through .
My cock pulsed, and I gripped her hair loosely, giving her every chance to pull back if she wanted.
Hayashi-sensei took in the first burst before popping it out. The second burst ca right after and it ended up spilling onto her face. As for the third burst, it landed on her chest, the thick, warm liquid glistening against her flushed skin.
She pursed her lips as an audible gulp echoed, followed by her expression frowning slightly.
"...It's bitter, shaless brat." She then raised her hand to check the cum on her face. Sohow, it ended up landing on the lens of her glasses, her nose and her cheek.
I took a step back, looked around for her tissue box and then started to help clean her up as I replied, "Did you expect to be sweet, sensei? Well... I find your taste sweet so I guess that's fair."
"When did I say that? You shaless brat." She glared at but didn't stop from cleaning her face and then her chest. Once I was done, she glanced down at my cock that was still throbbing incessantly.
As if possessed by curiosity, she lifted it, taking the tip back inside her mouth, sucking the last drops that lingered there.
Her lips worked carefully, almost experintally, as if she were still processing the intensity of what had just happened. When she finally pulled back, she wiped her mouth with the tissue I handed her before her eyes regained that sharp, authoritative glint.
She opened her mouth and was about to say sothing when I leaned down, locking her in another kiss. And then, before she could even register what happened, I carried her up her chair and onto her desk.
Her eyes widened as she soon broke away from our joined lips before saying, "Y-you brat. What are you planning?"
"Well, I said I'd be bolder and give you the relief you needed. But you ended up relieving instead. It's your turn, sensei. Don't worry... I know what I'm doing." I winked at her before I pulled the chair back behind and sat on it.
After that, I completely rolled up her pencil skirt, giving a full glimpse of her dark tights. I ran my hands on her thighs before grasping her legs and spreading them open.
With this, I got a glimpse of her panties still hidden beneath her tights. The fabric was clinging to her curves but the clear wet patch in the middle was undeniable.
Hayashi-sensei gripped the edge of her desk as she tried to maintain so semblance of control but the way her thighs trembled told and how she's not stopping at all told she wanted this too. She's just too stubborn to admit it.
"Onoda-kun... this is... you're going too far, don't you think so?"
"Am I? Then tell to stop, sensei. It's that easy." I replied as I straightened up my expression and paused my hands from edging closer to her sacred place, showing her my determination not to continue if she so wished.
Her lips parted, but no words ca at first, only a shaky exhale that betrayed how close she was to letting go completely. Her thighs quivered slightly but it didn't close and the wet patch on her panties seed to grow darker under the bright office light.
She turned her head to the side before muttering, "Impossible brat... H-how can I face your mother after this?"
"Leave it to then, sensei. I'll tell her I decided to make you mine as well." I swiftly replied, causing her to quickly turn her head back to , her eyes wide with a mix of shock and exasperation.
"Y-you… what did you just say, Onoda-kun? Make yours? You're out of your mind!"
Her voice was sharp, but the flush on her cheeks and the way her thighs remained parted told a different story. She frowned again as though she was fighting against the storm of emotions I'd stirred up.
I kept a playful yet sincere smile tugging at my lips, "I'm kidding, sensei. Well, half-kidding. You're too amazing to just let slip away, but I'd never do anything you don't want. So, what's it gonna be? You want to stop, or…?"
My fingers hovered just above the waistband of her tights, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her and tickling her sensitive skin.
Hayashi-sensei's lips parted again as she tried to muster a response. "This is madness, Onoda-kun. If anyone walks in…"
"No one's walking in, sensei," I said, keeping my tone low and reassuring. "It's just us. You don't have to worry about anything but what you want right now."
She glanced at the door then back at . I thought she'd push away and reassert her control but then her shoulders relaxed and her grip on the desk loosened. Her body language softened even as her words clung to defiance.
"I'm only… letting you do this because I… I need to teach you a lesson. Understand?"
What kind of lesson? The kind I take with Orimura-sensei, maybe? Well, if things continued this way, that might not be impossible.
Nevertheless, I knew this was only happening because of how much Hayashi-sensei's guard had lowered when it ca to . I managed to crawl close to her heart, which should still be in the process of healing. And honestly, I don't want to take advantage of her vulnerability fully.
If anything, I'll be down to attempt making her fall for without her thinking about my father once.
"Of course. A life lesson, sensei. Is that it?"
"Yeah... And you have to forget it when you step out of that door."
"Ah. That will be impossible, sensei. I'll cherish this mont. Do you understand how special this mont is? Our first kiss. Our first intimate mont. And a lot more firsts. Shouldn't we treasure this mory, sensei?"
"Hmph. And what? You want to make feel embarrassed every ti I'm with you? I'll cherish it. But not in the way you do."
"Fair enough." I grinned and then stood up montarily to kiss her again. And this ti, I didn't stop until she lted from it.
At the sa ti, I took off her tights, not just pulling them down her knees. I released her from it to give full access to her sacred place.
Hayashi-sensei also seed to understand it as she followed my hands' guidance. Our kiss was only broken when I lifted the bundled up stocking in front of her eyes.
"S-shaless brat."
"Should I keep this as a souvenir, sensei?"
"Put it down! I... I'll still use that afterwards..."
"You didn't bring a spare, huh?" I teasingly grinned before placing the tights on the side. Soon after that, I sat back down as I positioned myself between her legs for the third ti.
At this point, Hayashi-sensei covered her face with her hands to hide her flustered expression. Of course, she had opened a gap to continue watching what I was about to do.
"Should I take this off too or... just part it aside? Sensei, your choice." I teasingly asked, knowing she'd be too embarrassed to answer.
I let my fingers slip at the edge of her panties. I could see how the damp fabric clung to her skin. The sll alone was enough for to swallow my saliva. My head was already spinning as I started trying to simulate her taste.
"Sensei. You didn't answer. Guess I'll just… improvise."
Through the gap in her fingers, I caught a flicker of that stubborn spark in her eyes. "Tch… you're insufferable, Onoda-kun. Just… do whatever you're going to do, I'll tell you if it's too much."
And we went full circle, huh?
"Understood." I playfully saluted before kissing her now-bare inner thigh as my fingers hooked under the edge of her panties, slowly parting them to the side.
The sight of her exposed, glistening sacred place, along with her already alluring top half, made my cock twitch to life again. But I shouldn't focus on that. It's her turn. Before leaving this room, I'll give her the relief, pleasure and satisfaction she's going to look forward to in the future.
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