Summer Scholastics Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Summer Scholastics Chapter 4

... as Matthew wined, his whole body ached for release. "If you want your nut, you better milk me dry."

Matthew spread his feet wider apart and arched his back without a single thought. His presentation was rewarded with the slick, wet pressure of a cock head at this crack of his ass. It slid down the cleft of his cheeks and came to rest right at Matthew's spit-covered and cum-leaking hole. The dick did not move from this spot, it stayed perfectly still pressed ever-so-gently at Matthew's entrance.

The teacher knew this game and decided to play along. He wiggled his ass, rubbing the cock head against his hairy cheeks. He pushed back onto the cock slightly and puckered his sphincter, teasing the top's tip. Matthew leaned forward, away from the intruder's protrusion, and gave his ass a little shake.

"Oh no, you don't," he felt hands grab at the belt around his waist. The cock was pressed more firmly into his hole but did not stop this time. Matthew shuddered as the head popped inside of him. The cock brushed against his prostate as the man slid his length deep into the teacher's ass; his first thrust was firm but without haste. Matthew knew this cock and the man who wielded it; he dribbled precum in anticipation.

He felt the soft press of firm balls on his taint, the rough bite of zipper teeth against his ass cheeks, and Matthew shuddered. He squeezed down on the intruder's cock to hold it there deep inside him, which elicited a low groan of pleasure from the man ...

... fucking him. The cock stayed deeply inserted in Matthew’s ass, stretching him deeper than he had been stretched previously. Without realizing it, Matthew found himself pushing back on the cock, using what little leverage he had for a deeper fuck. He felt the man’s belly push down against his lower back as more of the man’s weight was hefted onto him.

“Nasty teacher wants it deep, huh?” the intruder whispered close to his ear. Matthew was lost to the pleasure of being stretched and probed; whatever answer he gave was with something other than words. His top responded in kind, beginning to thrust and fuck in earnest. He was pressed down into the desk with each methodical thrust, and Matthew spread his legs wide to steady his stance. He wanted it hard and deep and bucked back into the assailant’s thrusts.

The new angle caused the cock inside him to hit his prostate even harder, and Matthew found himself subconsciously moaning; his own cock was achingly hard and rubbing against his precum-soaked khakis. He was seeing stars, and a burning urge spread from deep in his core, heating him. He noticed he was drooling onto the hard surface of the desk, and his cheek was pushed and pulled through the small puddle. His nipples chafed deliciously against the inside of his dress shirt. He surrendered to the pounding, letting the anticipation and carnal hunger go. He was zen, he was full, he relaxed into the submission and went somewhat limp.

“That's a good fuck pig,” moaned the man in ...