The Battered Lamp Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa

... then kissed back down. “I bet she gives great head,” Chyna smiled. “All the cheerleaders are sluts for the football team.” “I heard they blew the entire team when they made it to the State Championship,” Alexina chimed in. “Maybe if they waited until they actually won, our team wouldn't have gotten creamed,” Carla added. She looked down and hissed in annoyance. “Master said to suck his cock, not lick it, slut!” Carla grabbed the cheerleader's ponytail and hauled her up from the base of his cock, then shoved her mouth down his shaft. “Thank you, Carla,” he groaned. Carla beamed and he rewarded her with a kiss on the mouth. When he broke the kiss, he saw a teacher approaching over his shoulder—Ms. Capello, his hot English teacher. Adrenaline shot through Kyle; he tried to look natural, but his face burned, and sweat was breaking out on his forehead. He was sure he was going to get caught, and that just made the pressure in his balls increase. Getting caught was such an exciting thrill. Ms. Capello's locked eyes with Kyle and gave him a smile, walking towards the table. Kyle tried to lean forward, resting his elbows on the lunch table. His eyes kept focused on his teacher's impressive rack. She wore a low-cut, salmon blouse, and her double D's jiggled wonderfully; he couldn't have looked away if he wanted to. “Kyle,” she smiled, stepping up at his table. “And I see your harem is here.” She frowned, looking around. “I thought there were more girls.” “Christy's sick,” he ...

... answered. His balls were boiling. He gritted his teeth; not wanting to cum in front of his hot teacher. She was gorgeous, tan skin and honey-brown hair that was the same shade as Britney's, only hers was carefully styled to fall in a curly mass around her head, accentuating her beautiful face, the complete opposite of his friend's unkempt mane. “I wanted to talk about your paper, do you have a minute?” “I...not really,” he groaned. Her tits were so fantastic, and Toni's mouth was so wonderful. He wanted his teachers luscious mounds wrapped around his cock. “It's not up to your usual standards,” she continued. “I understand that you've married three different women, and that's added some pressures to your time, but school needs to come first.” Why did she have to say come? He bent over the table, his cock flooding Toni's hungry mouth. His fist clenched as he strained not to gasp and moan. “Are you okay?” Her hand rested on his shoulder; she leaned over and her heavy tits were almost in his face, straining her blouse. Her hand tightened. “What the hell is this?” Toni looked up at the teacher, cum glistening on her lips. “Hi, Ms. Capello,” she winced. “Umm, I dropped my pen.” “I guess you didn't learn your lesson, Kyle,” she sighed. Her cheeks were flushed, and Kyle noticed for the first time that she had a pink aura. He hadn't been paying attention to whether any of his teachers were submissive, focusing on his classmates instead. A possibility was born in his mind. “All of you, come ...