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“A-Aahh… D-Doesn't this seem a bit much for a f-first date?”
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked the older male, halting my movements.
Before this conversation, we had only known each other for a few weeks. I had been hired as a new sex education teacher since none of the other teachers wanted to do it, and the students heavily pushed away the only one who wanted the job. That being the man I was straddling on my couch; Phillip Frond.
It was kind of funny in a way, he didn't like me from the moment I walked into the school due to how I walked, talked, dressed, etc. After all, I was the new, young, and hip teacher at Wagstaff, and he seemingly hated that fact. Every chance he got, he'd critique how I wasn't fit to be a teacher. He was especially mad and jealous at the fact that I stole his job to teach the teens right from under him, claiming that now the new dolls he made for this occasion would be for nothing.
That's how it went for weeks, where we would butt heads constantly for the dumbest of reasons… Until one day, as I was grabbing more toilet paper for the teacher's lounge from the janitor's closet, I was cornered by Frond. He proceeded to scold me for my outfit of the day, which happened to be a v-neck blouse that was ‘too low cut’. As he was doing this, neither of us realized that the janitor had passed by… that was until he closed and locked the door behind us. This led to another argument where we yelled at each other for several minutes over who was to blame for us being locked in the closet. Neither of us was sure how it happened, but we both stumbled into each other; one of us tried to get to the door, the other to the back wall. He had shoved me against the wall and wound up accidentally groping my chest. We stared at each other for what felt like forever… and somehow that led to the heaviest makeout session I ever had. It ended with me shifting us and pinning Frond to the wall, my hands in his hair and his on my hips digging into my flesh. Our tongues danced wet and wild in our mouths as we kissed like our lives depended on it. I remember thinking how cute his little moans sounded as I tugged on his hair and practically tongue-fucked his mouth. It felt like an eternity of us just getting lost in the moment.
It was actually Ms. LaBonz who found us. She must've also noticed that the teacher's lounge was out of toilet paper, cause she came by and unlocked the door… only to catch Frond and I in the middle of borderline grinding into each other. I still remember her deadpan expression as she stared at us.
“I don't even want to know, just hand me the damn toilet paper.”
From there Frond and I were rather awkward around each other. Partially cause we didn't know how to even look at each other without feeling embarrassed, and also because we had no idea if LaBonz told anyone about what she saw. Because of this, we were on high alert. We avoided each other like the plague for days following that event until one day it was pouring rain outside, and I was on my way to my car when I caught sight of Frond struggling to carry all his newly knitted goodies to his car. He kept dropping the umbrella he had, struggling to hang on to all the yarn. At one point I considered leaving him there to deal with it… but something in me screamed to go and assist him. So I did. I ran over and snatched the umbrella he dropped again from the ground and held it over us. He tried to avoid me again, but after realizing what I was trying to do, he stopped and let me help him to his car. Once we got all the knitted stuff into the car, we stood there awkwardly in the rain not really knowing what to say…
That was until I heard him mutter something under his breath.
“Would you want to…”
“What was that?”
He sighed deeply before he repeated, facing the other way to avoid any eye contact.
“Would you want to maybe go… on a date… with me?”
I was shocked, flashbacks to the kisses we shared flashing to my mind. This entire time I thought he was avoiding me because he was ashamed, but it clicked for me in that moment… he wasn't avoiding me out of shame, he was embarrassed to ask me out. He likes me. Then the question hit me.
‘Do I like him back?’
I had to think about it for a moment, thinking back to all of our feuds and such. Was there even passion there? Or was it all just a momentary mistake? The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was strangely attracted to him and his weird antics. He was a passionate teacher and counselor, he loves cats, and he's kinda cute whenever he gets mad at me. And I will admit that I was partially coordinating my outfits to catch his attention with what he deemed ‘offenses’ and-
‘Oh my God, I do like him.’
The realization left me feeling all fuzzy. I wasn't expecting a feelings-related slap to the face today, but it happened. Not to mention it explained the strange feeling I got when we first kissed: sparks. There were sparks when we kissed. That left me winded even more, what was supposed to say to that? The teacher I'd been feuding with for weeks had given me the, albeit messiness as I'm sure he lacked experience, but still the best kiss of my life.
‘Oh God, imagine what it would be like if he became an expert in kissing? He'd get me even wetter than I was before-’
“Umm, Ms ____?” Frond asked, his voice showcasing his worry. It hit me that I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't yet answered his question. I said yes almost a little too quickly and a little too eagerly, unable to keep my heart from racing in my chest. I was certain at that moment he could hear it too, as I could hear it pounding in my ears. His eyes widened and his face went bright red. Clearly, he wasn't expecting that response.
“Wait really? You actually want to go on a date with me?”
“Y-Yeah, I do.”
With that, he scrambled to find what turned out to be his phone in his pocket, so he could ask me for my number. From there the rest of the week went on swimmingly. We weren't being super awkward around each other anymore, instead actually talking to each other and were surprised to find out how much more we had in common. By the time the weekend rolled around, I was as giddy as a schoolgirl. I wasn't expecting to be this excited for a date. Sure I had my fair share of boyfriends, but none of them were this… what was the word I was looking for? Pure? Innocent? Nice? No… he was… genuine. Yeah, that's the word. Absolutely positively genuine. I noticed how each time he'd hype himself up, he'd be so obviously lying. It was cute how hard he tried to seen like a cool teacher when in reality he was more the adorable teacher. He couldn't lie about himself to save his life, making it easier than ever to read him. This wasn't easy for any of the other guys I dated, so it was a breath of fresh air with Frond. So this time, instead of kind of half-assing my appearance, I went all-out. My hair, makeup, and outfit were made out to be so I would my absolute sexiest, and by the time I was done getting ready, I felt that way too. I remembered hoping that Frond would feel the same as I headed downstairs to meet up with him as he said he'd pick me up. I found him pacing on my doorstep looking quite distressed, not even aware I was standing there at first until I very loudly cleared my throat. The second he stopped and looked at me, I could swear I saw hearts appear in his eyes.
“Absolutely ethereal…”
Now that was a unique reaction. It made me feel quite bashful at that moment, as I wasn't expecting him to say that. I thanked him and we got in his car and left. The date went really well. He took me to a nice restaurant followed by the boardwalk. It was funny how hard he tried to seem all manly when playing the games, but in the end, it was me who won the games and got us the prizes. I still thanked him for trying, since I thought it was sweet how he wanted to win me something.
Once it was close to 10pm, he went ahead and drove me home. The date probably would've ended right then and there, with him dropping me off at my doorstep, but both of us could tell there was something else there… this unspoken tension that needed to be addressed. So after an awkward bout of silence, I broke it by asking him if he wanted to come inside. Just like how I was too quick and eager saying yes to his date proposal, he was just as quick and eager to say yes to coming inside my house.
I don't know how it happened. We were talking on the couch about all sorts of things over a bottle of wine, until I got a bit bold with my questions and asked him flat out when he started to like me, jokingly suggesting it was the kiss in the closet that started it. Frond got real quiet and for a moment I wondered if I had gone too far… Until he looked up from his lap with such an out-of-character intense expression I felt my heart skip a beat.
“Actually, I liked you from the start…”
“You… did?”
“Yes…”
‘But I thought you hated me?” This made him look… ashamed?
“I was faking it… I was jealous of you taking the job I wanted, sure, but I couldn’t hate you… Not when you were so… irresistible.”
With that, Frond revealed that the whole time he was interested in me, that he had been wanting me from the get-go, and he had been faking being mean to me both to get my attention and also to convince himself not to pursue me. He was furious with himself that he was interested not only in another teacher but one that was way younger than him, as I was only in my late 20s and he was well into his 40s. Of course, I didn’t care about this, but he still looked uncomfortable. I think the wine made him a little looser with his words because he then proceeded to explain how ever since we kissed in that closet, his body had been fighting with him. He’d been finding himself sneaking off to calm himself down as every time he saw me, he felt himself getting all ‘hot under the collar’. Every time he was at home and his mind drifted to me and our kiss, he couldn’t contain himself and had to ‘fix the problem’, usually accompanied by he thought of us doing ‘more’. This left me feeling incredibly flustered. He was usually so composed… well, not always, but he was definitely more held together than this. To think that this whole time he’d been fighting his attraction to me, and since the kiss, he’d been wanting more. So much so that he’d begun touching himself to the very thought of me.
In that moment, I snapped. All that rising tension that had been burning within me from the moment we made out in that closet had come to a boiling point and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him into another kiss. He let out a shock sound that was muffled by my lips, and at first, he didn’t do anything. He didn’t move, didn’t make another sound, just sat there… but once he seemingly realized that this was indeed happening again, that I wanted him as much as he wanted me, he reciprocated with equal fury. Just like in the janitor’s closet, we kissed like our lives depended on it, our tongues fighting for dominance. He really must’ve lacked experience because I won that battle easily, and totally dominated the kiss.
That leads us to where we are now, with me straddling his waist and grinding my hips into his as we kissed and kissed and kissed. One hand was buried in my hair and the other was digging into my hip as he tried to pull me even closer than we already were. We were completely lost in the moment, unable to stop… until out of nowhere he pulled away from me, a thin strand of saliva connecting our lips together as we breathed heavily.
“A-Aahh… D-Doesn't this seem a bit much for a f-first date?” he panted, struggling to catch his breath.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked the older male, halting my movements. I panted above him feeling myself growing wetter and wetter under my dress, especially at the sight of him. His curly red hair was a mess, his glasses were crooked, his face was painted a deep red, and then there was the elephant in the room: how hard I made him. I could feel his growing arousal underneath me. It was very hard to ignore. Frond was quiet for a moment, trying to steady his breathing and also keep his hips from twitching against me… he was failing in that department, but I didn’t say anything regarding it, I wanted to give him the chance to speak first about what he wanted to do. He swallowed hard before he looked up at me to meet my gaze. He seemed… nervous?
“I want to continue, it’s just that…”
“It’s just what? Did I do something wrong?”
‘No!” he said a little too loud and fast before he calmed down some, “No no no, you didn’t do anything wrong! It’s just that… God, this is embarrassing to say out loud…”
“Hey, you can tell me anything, I won’t judge.”
He gulped again before he finally told me the truth. “I’m… a virgin.”
I blinked at that, “Yeah, I already knew that.”
‘Y-You did!? But how!?”
I couldn’t help but giggle at how embarrassed and self-conscious Frond looked. “Based on the way you kiss, it was pretty obvious to me that you lacked experience in this department. Someone who has sex on the regular would be a bit better at kissing.”
He looked abashed at my words, apologizing profusely for his poor kissing skills, but one quick peck on the lips shut him right up.
“Hey, it’s okay. Honestly, even though you clearly lack experience… I really like kissing you.” I said, my feelings dripping from my lips. I could tell what I said affected him, because I felt his bulge underneath me twitch. I couldn’t help but smirk at this.
“You know, if you want me to… I could take control of this little situation. After all I have a bit more experience in this department, so I don’t mind being on top if it helps you feel a little less lost at what to do… That is if you want to go farther than this? I’m fine with just kissing if you aren’t ready.”
His face got even redder at what I said, clearly not expecting me to want to go all the way with him. I honestly was expecting him to say no, that he wanted to stop altogether due to the sheer level of embarrassment… but he didn’t. Instead, Frond turned his head to look away from me as he uttered the words,
“I want more…”
That was all I needed to hear. I lowered the collar of the sweater he was wearing and latched my lips onto his neck. He let out a squeak of surprise, followed by a soft moan. His hands gripped my sides for dear life as I left mark after mark all over his neck, as it seemed like the whole thing was a sweet spot. The sounds that followed each mark left me feeling wetter and wetter in my panties.
‘So cute~’ I thought to myself as I slowly started to move my hips again, wanting to draw out more of those adorable moans from the man. Frond’s moans got a bit louder, so much so that one hand went up to cover his mouth to silence the sounds. I didn’t like that one bit. I leaned back and snatched his wrist, startling the poor man below me.
“Nuh-uh. You are not covering up those delicious moans of yours. I want to hear all of them~” I could see him hesitate for a moment, but before I could say anything else, he slowly lowered his hand and let it flop onto the couch beside him.
“Good boy~” I mumbled, unable to contain myself with how cute he was acting. He let out a small whimper at this, his clothed member twitching more under me, making me think for a moment he might have a bit of a praise kink. At that point, I was fully immersed in the idea of dominating this man. He was just too cute for words that it only served to make me hornier. I stood up for a moment, making Frond stare at me confused at what I was doing… but he froze in place when he saw that I was removing my dress. I unzipped the back and let the fabric fall to the floor below, leaving me in my matching bra and panty set. He was practically drooling at the sight of me in my underwear, and it admittedly made me feel a little shy. I moved back to straddle him again, moving my hands to the bottom of his shirt and tugging on it.
“Can I?”
He nodded, the red in his cheeks spreading down his neck and I slowly lifted his shirt up and over his head, revealing his bare upper body to me. He was a bit on the chubby side, but I didn’t mind. I found him incredibly attractive regardless, and I showed this fact off by tracing my lips from the marks on his neck, down his collarbone, and to his chest. He shivered at the sensation, unsure of what I was doing until I moved off his lap and onto my knees on the floor in front of him. His eyes went wide at this.
“W-W-What are you doing, Ms ____?”
“Do you not want me to?” I asked, worried I made him uncomfortable for a moment. He gulped once more, before shaking his head.
“N-No… Please continue, just… Be gentle with me.”
‘Too cute~’ I practically squealed to myself. That shy and adorable look on his face was driving me nuts. I never would have expected me to be so into the idea of topping Frond, but here I was, getting off on the idea of claiming his V-Card for myself.
“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
With that I slowly unzipped his slacks and started helping the redhead shimmy out of them along with his underwear, leaving him completely bare before me. I felt my face go red at the sight of him looking so defenseless, covering his arousal with one hand. I placed a hand on top of his, silently reassuring him that it was okay. With a slight nod of his head, Frond moved his hand revealing his cock to me. It was fully hard and standing upright, awaiting my attention. It wasn’t the biggest thing in the world, but it wasn’t small by any means.
‘Perfect~’ I thought to myself, licking my lips as I leaned forward and kissed the tip. He let out a startled gasp at the feeling, making me smirk up at him. I couldn’t help it, I didn’t even give him the chance to process before I took the whole thing in my mouth in one movement. The strangled cry he let out went straight to my core, and I was sure at that point I was dripping onto my floor. He moaned loudly as I began sucking him off. Through my lashes, I could see Frond struggling to keep it together, gripping the couch for dear life as I blew him. His glasses were threatening to fall off his face as he watched me deepthroat his member with great fervor. I pulled away from him for a moment, looking up at him with hazy eyes.
“Here, give me your hands,” I asked, gesturing at his death grip on the couch. He seemed confused but gave them to me nonetheless. I placed them on the back of my head.
“I don’t mind if you pull on my hair while I blow you.”
“B-But won’t that hurt you?” He stammered, looking rather uneasy. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his genuine worry.
“I’m a big girl, I can handle a little pain with my pleasure~” Without another word, I went back down on him, taking his rock-hard dick in my mouth once more. He was struggling not to get too loud, his voice coming out strained. His fingers weaved their way into my hair as I quickened my pace, making his grip on my scalp tighten. I knew I should’ve gone slow for his sake, but I was getting ansty. I wanted so badly to make him cum for me, I wanted to see what he looked like when he came, I wanted to feel him come undone for me from my tongue against his shaft. His hips shook as he struggled not to thrust up into my mouth, as I sucked and drug my tongue all over his cock. I paid special attention to the veins that made up the side of his cock, making him shudder at the feeling.
Almost immediately I felt his cock twitch in my mouth, signaling me that the end was coming. I pushed harder with my sucking. The lewd noises of me blowing him and his whimpers and cries were going straight to my pussy, making me so horny I was sure I was going to lose it. Something in Frond must’ve snapped at the realization that he was getting close because he slowly began to thrust up into my mouth to match my movements. I smirked to myself, knowing he was finally letting loose enough to get rough with me. I could feel myself struggle not to gag a little as I felt him shove his cock further down my throat. I could feel the saliva that was building up in my mouth trickle down my chin and into my lap. The slickness of my mouth made it easier for Frond’s cock to slide back and forth, encouraging him to go a bit faster with his own movements. I was really getting into the thought of him using my mouth as his own personal cock sleeve, and I could only imagine how it would feel to have him inside of my pussy. With how out of it I was getting from this, it wouldn’t surprise me if I came almost immediately after being penetrated.
“I-I think… I’m close…” Frond whispered, as if afraid of how his own voice would sound at this rate. I hummed in response, speeding up my movements ready to suck the very life out of this man. He cried out at the pace change and started to quicken his own thrusts into my mouth, wanting to reach that high already. I was enjoying the feeling immensely knowing I was pushing the so-called ‘perfect guidance counselor’ to his breaking point with my mouth alone.
‘Ooh, I am never letting him live this one down~’ I thought to myself, holding back the urge to chuckle as I focused on tracing my tongue along the underside of his cock while he did all the thrusting. Didn’t seem like he noticed or cared in that moment that I left all the control to him, as all he could focus on was achieving that sweet release. His voice started to get higher pitched as he got closer and closer to cumming.
‘Come on Frond, cum for me… Fill my mouth up with that semen of yours… Cum for me…. Cum for me~’ I chanted in my head, mentally encouraging him to finish already. And almost as if he could read my mind, I felt the dam finally break and he came into my mouth. At first, I wasn’t too startled by the feeling or the taste, but then I quickly grew shocked at the sheer amount that was there.
‘Damn, he came so much! How pent up was he?!’ I felt some of it dribble out of my mouth and down my chin, mixing with the drool that was already there. It was so hot and there was so much of it I thought in a moment of dramatics that I might drown. Frond kept thrusting his hips, riding out the high, choking me slightly as the motions forced more of his cum down my throat. It took about a minute or so for him to finish cumming in my mouth. Looking up at him, his eyes were shut tightly and his chest was rising and falling rapidly to match his breathing.
‘He must not be used to coming so hard… well, as long as we’re dating he’ll half to get used to that feeling~’
I pulled away from his dick, swallowing the remaining semen that was in my mouth, before I gave him a gentle pat on the thigh.
“You okay there?”
He slowly opened his eyes, looking down at me and his already red face went an even deeper hue as he stared at me. I must’ve looked like a mess with cum and drool on my face and neck, and my hair all tangled in knots from where his was grabbing me.
“Y-You look…”
“Yeah, I know. I probably look like a mess right now- Woah!” My words were cut off by Frond grabbing my arm and roughly pulling me back up onto the couch beside him. He didn’t hesitate and pulled me into a sloppy kiss. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth at the feeling, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Kissing him really felt like heaven on earth, it was absolutely addicting. Suddenly I felt his hands come up behind me and try to pry my bra off of me, but it seemed like he was struggling a bit. I giggled into the kiss, pulling away to assist.
“Here, let me help.” With that, I easily unhooked my bra and let the covering fall to the floor with my discarded dress. Frond stared at me with lustful eyes, before they trailed down to my panties. I quickly realized what he was insinuating, seeing as I was still the only clothed one out of the two of us. I stood up and took them off, making sure I was slow and taunting with my motions, wanting to tease the man further. Once the last bit of clothing was gone, and I was fully naked, I climbed back on top of the red head. He let out a soft whimper as I slowly dragged my pussy across his cock.
“G-God, you’re soaked…” He mumbled, staring down at where our arousals were only a centimeter apart.
“Yeah, well that’ll happen to a girl when she’s in front of such an adorably hot guy~” I teased, smiling at the slight pout that appeared on his face.
“I’m not adorable… or hot.”
“And what makes you think that?” He didn’t reply, he just sat there looking upset and it was obvious he was lost in thought over his own insecurities. I pecked him on he cheek to catch his attention, and once I had it again I continued,
“Well regardless of what you might think of yourself, I’m telling you right now that I don’t think that way. I find you incredibly attractive Phillip.”
He jolted at my words, “What did you say?”
“I said you were attractive-”
‘No no, you said… My name. You said my first name.” It was then I realized my mistake. I felt my own face go red at the realization that I had yet to call him by his first name all night. I got so used to calling him Mr. Frond or just Frond that saying his first name was… Odd. Not in a bad way by any means, it was just a strange feeling. It felt oddly intimate in a way. More so when I realized he had yet to call me by mine.
“I-Is that okay? That I call you by your first name?” I asked, feeling a little nervous that this would be what killed the mood completely. Without missing a beat, Frond buried his face in my hair and uttered the words that made my stomach flip at how his usually high voice lowered for this one sentence.
“Say it again.”
“P-Phillip.”
“Again.” he demanded, dragging his tongue down my neck.
“P-Phillip…” I shuddered, getting lost in the sensation.
“Once more.” He dug his teeth into my flesh, not hard mind you, but enough to warrant a reaction out of my overly aroused body.
“Mmm… P-Phillip~” I gripped his hair tightly as I moaned, pulling him back and kissing him deeply as I needed to taste him again. I felt his cock grow hard again underneath me, and I smirked into the kiss knowing it was time for the grand finale of the night. I pulled away and shifted myself so I was perfectly aligned with the tip of his cock. Sensing what was to come, he gave me what I could only describe as Frond’s attempt at bedroom eyes as he said in a hushed tone.
“T-Take me, Ms ____”
I smiled at him, grinding my hips lightly against his shaft, feeling it try and dare to slide its way inside me over and over again.
“I’ll only do it if you promise me one thing.”
“A-Anything.” He begged, obviously too far gone to really consider what I could want. I leaned in close to him, adjusting his crooked glasses so I was positive he could see me properly.
“Call me by my first name too, and do it as I fuck your brains out~” And without giving him the chance to reply, I finally lowered myself onto his cock. My pussy was so wet that it went in without an issue, and we both let out a loud drawn-out moan at the sensation.
“F-Fuuuuuck~” I must’ve been horny out of my mind because this felt way too good. And it wasn’t even all the way in yet!
“Ooh my stars, _____! I-It feels…. Ooh god!” Frond’s voice wavered as he cried out, clearly not expecting sex to feel like this. Frankly, neither was I. I was used to the feeling of sex, but never had it felt this amazing.
‘Is it possible to feel sparks during sex like during our kiss?’ I asked myself, before I lowered myself all the way, finally taking Frond’s cock to the hilt. The second I felt it go all the way in, I lifted my hips and slammed them back down fast. Frond let out a choked cry, not expecting me to already set the pace.
“S-Shit! S-Slow down a little! I-I’m still… s-s-sensititive from b-before!”
“Hmmm, maybe I will if you beg me hard enough, hehe~” I teased, making him pout again as he stated to tear up from both that and the pleasure boiling over.
“T-That’s too embarrassing though, ____!”
“T-Too bad~”
“____… I-I… G-God, It’s s-so tight!”
“Does it feel good, Phillip?”
“Y-Y-Yessss~” Frond slurred his words as his body twitched in response to mine. He was a moaning mess underneath me, unable to hold his voice back as the pleasure consumed him. It only served to fill me with pride knowing I was breaking him this much… but we’ve only just started~
“You’re such a good boy for me, Phillip. Keep moaning for me like that~” I said, as I started to slam my hips up and down on his shaft faster, moaning as I watched his face twist and contort with every thrust.
“B-But I can’t be too loud! W-What if the neighbors h-hear us?”
“Let them hear us.”
“W-What?” His eyes widened at my words. I couldn’t help but smirk.
“I said… Let. Them. Hear~” I say, slamming my hips down hard with every word to mark my point. His voice broke as he let out the loudest moan of the night.
“_-____, w-w-wait! It f-feels too good! A-At this rate, I-I might f-finish again~!”
“Ohh no you don’t!” I say as I slow down my motions, still going hard enough to feel good but slow enough not to finish.
“You’re not allowed to finish until I cum first, those… are… the rules!”
At those words, Frond’s grip on my hips tightened as he started to desperately rut up into me to try and pick up the previous speed again, but I wasn’t letting him. I was in control of this situation.
‘And there is no way in hell I’m letting up until I’ve had a chance to squirt all over his perfect little cock~’ With that thought in mind, I moved a hand up and gripped the back of the redhead’s curly locks so I could force him to face me, as he was looking down the whole time.
“Come on, Phillip baby. Look at me. I want you to watch me as I fuck the virginity right out of your body~” I was going beyond the limit I set for myself at the start of this, but I didn’t care anymore. After that blowjob I gave him and the heavy makeout session that followed his ejaculation, Frond got me so pent up that I too was desperate for release. And I wasn’t stopping until I was sure I was on the brink of my orgasm.
“Come on sweet thing, look at me. I want you to see all of me as I ride your yummy cock~!”
The lewdness of my words drew a mix of a loud whimper and a moan from his lips. He clearly wasn’t used to any form of dirty talk, and that made it all the more fun as I watched him descend further into lust-driven madness.
“Y-Yes ____-”
“That’s ‘yes ma’am’ to you, sweet thing. Now try again. Are you going to be good for me and keep your eyes on me until I cum? Huh~?”
“Y-Yessss ma’am!” he slurred again, his tongue threatening to poke out of his mouth from the immense pleasure.
“Good boy, Phillip! You’re such a good boy for me~!” He cried out at my praise, those hearts appearing in his eyes again as he started to thrust up into me as if begging for me to let him cum. At this point I just let him, unable to keep teasing him any longer and wanting to see him come undone.
‘That praise kink of his is really proving useful, I’m totally never gonna let him live it down~’
I could feel his cock twitching from inside me, drawing out moans from me that left me feeling winded. I was practically seeing starts from how good it felt to be fucked like this. If this is how good it feels when I’m the one in control, I couldn’t wait to see how it would feel to get my brains fucked out by Frond once he gets used to the idea of sex… especially crazy primal sex.
‘But that’ll be for later, this right here and now is where it’s at!’
“Ooooh fuck! Phillip, I’m g-getting close… You want me to cum first and then ride you till you cum too, or are you the type to prefer cumming together? I could go either way but choose quickly otherwise I’ll finish and you won’t get a say in what I do with you after~”
“I-I want… T-Together, I want it together!”
‘Ooh yeah?”
“Y-Yes…” He paused to look me dead in the eyes, picking up speed in his own thrusts upward.
“I want to finish w-with you… t-t-o c-c-cum with you ____... I want to make you f-feel g-good too~!”
I felt my heart skip a beat at that. While Frond clearly wasn’t one for dirty talk, his genuine sweetness was enough for me to feel all warm and fuzzy inside… along with feeling even more aroused than before.
“I-In that case… I’m done holding back!”
From that point on, I couldn’t stop. I started slamming my hips down to meet his thrusts faster and faster, chasing the high that followed my emotions. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears over the sounds of our mixed moans and cries of pleasure. Frond threw his head back as his grip on my hips tightened so much I was certain that it’d leave bruises. But I didn’t care. At that moment I wanted to be marked, to be branded, to be made aware that I was his and he was all mine and only mine.
“I-I… f-fffuuuuck! I can’t stop moving my hips! I-It’s like they have a mind of their own!” Frond cried out, his voice cracking due to the amount of whining and moaning he’d been doing since the start of this. It surprised me that he actually said a swear word, but that surprise melted into pride knowing I succeeded in breaking him with my body.
“That’s it! Let go and just embrace the pleasure, Phillip! I wanna see you completely wrecked by it~!”
“I-I can’t stop! I-I’m gonna cum ____! I-I wanna cum so badly!”
“Then do it! I’m right there with you, Phillip! So do it! Cum already~!” A couple more thrusts and suddenly Frond slowed his motions.
“B-But where should I-” I quickly cut him off, already knowing what he was going to ask.
“Inside! Do it inside, just please for the love of god cum in me! I’m about to c-cum so please, fill me up, Phillip~!”
“S-Shit! I-I can't stop! I-I’m cumming ____!”
“M-Me too! I'm gonna cum~!”
A couple more pumps was all it took.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
And suddenly my lower stomach felt hotter and fuller. He'd done it. He'd cum inside of me, and somehow he was letting out even more semen than he did before!
“O-Oohhh god! Phillip~!”
I squeaked out a high-pitched moan as I felt my inner damn break, and the flood gates released. I knew at that moment I had squirted all over his cock and lap, making a huge mess that would surely leak onto and stain my couch. But at the moment, I didn't care. I was riding the last of my high, milking Frond’s cock for all it had left. He cried loudly at this as he pumped the last of his seed into me, humping up into me to make sure he got every last drop out…
And once that happened, he went limp. His head flopped over and onto my chest, his heartbeat pounding in tune with mine as he desperately struggled to regulate his breathing. We panted heavily, trying to calm down from the sexual workout we just had. I stroked Frond’s hair, helping to soothe him. After a few seconds, it seemed to be working as his breathing finally started to calm down.
“You… okay?” I panted, tilting his head up so I could get a better look at him. He was quite literally a hot mess. His body was bright red and covered in sweat, and his temperature was so high it made his glasses fog up.
“Y-Yes… Ohh wow, t-that was…”
“Ethereal?” I giggled, referencing what he had said earlier that night. That drew a very tired chuckle from Frond. He sighed in contentment as he sunk all his weight into my chest, seemingly intent on falling asleep atop my breasts. I would've totally let him do that too… but he suddenly perked up and looked at me with wild eyes.
“Wait! I-I came inside! W-What do we do!?”
I couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction, “It's okay Phillip.”
“B-But-”
I cut him off, leaned back, and smirked. “I'm on birth control, you goof. Whatever we did tonight and do every night after, we'll be safe.”
He sighed in relief before he looked up at me with flushed cheeks. “You'd… want to do this again?”
“Phillip Frond, that sex was by far the best I'd ever had. You had zero experience, sure, but somehow you just felt that good. Of course, I'd wanna do this again!”
He got all quiet, looking rather bashful at my words. “I-I'm glad to hear it then… you felt r-really good too.”
I smiled at him, leaning down and pecking him on the lips. Pulling back revealed the absolutely lovestruck look in Frond’s eyes as he gazed up at me. We both sighed in bliss, basking in the afterglow as we embraced one another…
Until a thought came to mind, one that bugged me so much I had to say something.
“So… would you say that I've earned my right to be the sex education teacher~?”
The annoyed groan that Frond let out said enough for me. It would take more than one fuck session for him to get over his pride and let it go. And I was more than willing to wait~
END.