“The substitute teacher is late today,” Kaiba Jun muttered. He was talking to his deskmate that was yawning from sleepiness. He glared at Takahashi Sato before speaking, "Dude, we are already in the third year. You should stop playing video games so much. Focus on reviewing. Well, you get good grades even when you don’t review. So unfair.”
Takahashi Sato hummed in agreement, pretending to listen. "Yes, of course. Thanks, man," he said with clearly fake gratitude. In truth, he was actually really grateful for Kaiba Jun's friendship. Kaiba Jun was the type of student who was often good with many things but needs a lot of effort to achieve it.
In fact, he was not supposed to be friends with Takahashi Sato. You know, it was not always good to be friends with a competitor as per se. Kaiba Jun also doesn't need to, especially when there were others who would want his attention.
Don’t get him wrong, Takahashi Sato was fine with all the att
He did not know what came over him. Still, Takahashi Sato immediately grabbed Misao Aika and dragged her to his room.“Mom! I need help with my assignment. I will borrow Misao-san first!” He yelled out when he got a hold of himself. They were already in front of his room by then.Takahashi Sato opened his door forcefully before pushing her inside. "Tell, me what are you doing here? Huh?" He asked immediately while standing, arms crossed around his chest.Instead of answering, she looked around the room before her gaze was particularly focused on the bed."Your room is clean," she commented as she walked towards the bed before sitting on it. Misao Aika then looked at me with a strange smile, "So, where's your assignment that you need help with?" She asked, every word getting softer and softer.Takahashi Sato felt his throat dry. He gulped down subconsciously while look
Teacher Tadeo was so caught up in his work that he didn't notice two students lingering at the doorway, looking at him in a way and whispering to each other. Finally, they departed as some students began to arrive for the next class.The two seemed to be a mismatched pair, at least physically, as they walked down the corridor.One was from the third-year department, Takahashi Sato, who some believed had it all going for him in life. He was tall, handsome. He has his occasional lazy moments, but it was not affecting his grades at all. Some also call him the happy-go-lucky type.The other was Misao Aika, a fourth-year student who was mixed Japanese and American. With her glasses, she gives off an aura that she could not be messed with. She was also known to not have really good grades. People just could not help looking at the two as they somewhat complement each other, aside from the surprising fact that they knew each ot
Takahashi Sato watched everything unfold in front of him. His hand was squeezing his dick so hard while pumping it up and down.He had watched much porn, but more than once, he'd stalked potential prey, hoping to get a chance to live out his dark schoolboy fantasies. One time he was about to actually do it. There was a young girl who lived down the street from him, and he planned to kidnap her from her yard and drag her off. Then at the last minute, a neighbor appeared and spooked him, making him slink off into the darkness.And now he was watching teachers forcing their hard dick into Misao Aika’s wet mouth. It was all too much for Takahashi Sato to take.He watched as the teacher grabbed her brown hair and pulled her closer as he exploded. He unleashed a figurative tsunami of ejaculate in her mouth as months' worth of pent-up desire was released.Even if she had wanted to swallow it down, the
Takahashi Sato, just like earlier, continued to watch from his hiding place. His hand pumped his erection to the“I heard you had been a good girl and been helping teachers a lot,” the older man said, “You should get a lot of reward and attention from teachers then.”“Ah, I can see you are starting to respond, Misao Aika. That is good. Just enjoy it the way you should. You are getting so wet down there. Soon I will fill your lovely lotus with my hard stem."She let out a muffled cry that was equal parts anguish and pleasure, but he ignored it and kept working his talented fingers. Then without warning, he pulled them away from her. Misao Aika felt a momentary sense of relief, but it soon vanished. Bending down, he fumbled about his kimono, then rose with his arm raised triumphantly."Do you know what this is, Misao Aika?" the demon head asked, holding a small device in t
I was out for a hot Saturday afternoon run in July when I saw her. She was walking a dog in the field adjacent to where the jogging trail passed by the playground. She wore white shorts and a sleeveless red top. She was still a fox and her body was still fine, just like it was back when we used to be a couple.Her name was Tessa and she had been one of the prettier girls in my high school. She had long brown hair, deep brown eyes and a body that turned heads. She was a very nice and considerate person, but she intimidated a lot of guys in those days, including me, partially because of her exquisite looks, but mostly because her mother was an English teacher at our school. In the spring of our senior year Tessa and I acted in a school play together and we hit it off. I found her very easy to talk to with a great sense of humor.She was hot, but she didn't act like it. We dated the last several months of our senior year and through our first year of college. She went to
"Chuck," she said. "You need to know, I'm really not interested in getting into a relationship. And I'm only going to be here a couple more weeks…""I know that," I said. "Relax. But while you're here, why not? Tonight was fun, don't you think?"She smiled and said yes, it was.We agreed that I'd pick her up at seven and we'd figure out something to do.----We went out Saturday and just winged it. We went to a local joint and had pizza and beer and talked, then hung out and listened to a guitar and bass duo play a set out on the patio. When I took her home it was a tad awkward when I dropped her off."I don't know what to do!" I said, as we said goodnight."What do you mean?" she asked."Should I try to kiss you or not?"She burst out laughing. "What do you want to do?""Seems like a kiss would be appropriate," I said."Okay, go ahead, Romeo!" she said, puckered her lips, closed her eyes and posed.
"God, I'm wet!" she wheezed. "God, I need to come!""No foreplay?" I asked playfully, tickling her."Five years without is my foreplay!" she said.I slid into her with zero resistance and felt her once-familiar wet warmth surrounding my engorged cock."Fuck me, Chuck! Fuck me hard! I need to have an orgasm and it's going to be a whopper!"I pounded her like there was no tomorrow. I hadn't been with a woman for a while so I was ready to erupt in about a minute and a half. She was milking me with her pussy walls as I drove my cock into her. Soon I could feel my rising tide of cum searching for release, seeking the path that led out. I grunted like a wounded croc when my semen rose through my steely shaft and blasted off inside Tessa, rope after oily rope. I gradually slowed my rhythm as I emptied, easing into a gentler groove."Keep fucking!" Tessa hissed.With the taut, blood-hard skin of my cock now less stressed, it slid easily in an
I kissed her again and her lips didn't delay as much this time, our mouths meshed and our tongues twirled in a sexy ballet, a long one, and I felt her arms around me.When we broke the kiss our eyes were locked as we said goodnight.'No woman could kiss a man like that and not feel something!' I thought to myself.----I fell asleep thinking about her. When I woke in the morning my cock was harder than I could ever remember, it ached, and I jerked off thinking about her. But I began to feel pangs of guilt. Had I taken our new found ease and comfort level for granted and gone over the line? I thought I'd read her signals correctly and responded appropriately but her hesitancy was bothersome.I called her on the phone that afternoon but missed her. When she called me back that evening I began with an apology." Milda, about last night," I said. "I'm sorry if I went a little too far. It was a wonderful night and I don't want to screw things up.