Author: KnightOfDesire
Description: A teacher falls in love with her student, a muscular boy who's suffered in life. She'll give herself to him and his huge cock.
He was a broken boy, and perhaps that's why she was attracted to him. The half lidded eyes every morning, the subtle attempts at trying to remain awake during class, the awkward way in which he moved his body, indicating a soreness that no 18 year old should experience, attracted her.
Perhaps it was her need to nurture… or to fix, that drew her in. The wording didn't matter, after everything that had happened, blurred lines were her home. But she could still clearly remember the first time she spoke with him, she had placed a hand on his bicep, the muscle he carried not going unnoticed by her. She had asked him if he had been ok, his fight against sleep that morning hadn't gone well. And he simply replied that he had worked a little later the night before, nothing to worry about. But it had been the eyes that pierced through her. He was telling her a lot more than what he had.
That was when she got hooked. Curiosity led her to discover that he had lost his parents at the age of 14, and all up until he turned 18, he had been shoved from foster home to foster home. In the school's registrar, his address reflected a shabby little apartment by the docks. She wanted to go there, to meet him, to offer him some hope that things would get better, but she didn't, not yet.
Instead, she would offer him to come eat with her in her classroom during lunch break, and she would bring extra food, just in case he didn't get enough. But his tall muscular frame that shouldn't have been on a full time highschooler did tell her otherwise.
They would talk, and she would take careful note of every word he spoke, and of every detail he left out. And with every sentence he spoke, a chain would form in her heart, tying her to him.
And so, it came as no surprise to her when she asked him to stay after school one day. He'd tried to decline, citing the fact that he had to work in a few hours, but after she insisted, he agreed and came back after school.
Having him in front of her and all of the judgmental eyes of her other students and all other teachers gone, she felt the cage of societal norms break. Without warning, she pulled him in for a kiss, her small stature requiring her to stand on tippy toes.
To her surprise, he didn't pull back, rather, he wrapped a muscular arm around her waist and squeezed her petite body against his. She couldn't help the purr of approval that escaped her. Every single neuron in her brain was screaming at her that this was wrong, that this was her student, and despite the fact that he was of age, it still didn't make it right.
But as his tongue dominated over hers, any moral fight that had been taking place died. She moaned into his mouth, running her hands over his chest, feeling every fiber of muscle flex. This man was in desperate need of some de-stressing, and her body was going to be the one to provide it.
She interrupted the kiss and grabbed his hand, leading him to the back of her classroom where she had a couch for her students to sit at and read when they were done with their work. She sat next to him, kissing him while her hands slowly traveled down to his pants. Hearing him groan in approval was all that she needed to hear. She unzipped his pants and reached inside.
Her hand grasped about, trying to find his cock, only to touch upon his leg. She frowned, where was it? It wasn't until she felt his leg pulse that she realized that his leg wasn't a leg at all, it was his cock.
Holy fuck.
He smirked and pulled his pants all the way down, revealing to her his cock. He had worn no underwear, and as his cock came into view, she understood why. There was no point in wearing underwear. It was meant to conceal, and there was far too much cock flesh to be concealed. Hell, there was too much cock for her to truly comprehend. It seemed that her pussy, however, comprehended perfectly well. It gushed out her juices in a mini orgasm.
She bit her lip and tried gripping his cock, but her hand wasn't big enough to encircle the thick diameter of it. The weight of it was nearly too much for her to try and lift. It didn't matter, however, and she knew it. She needed to be fucked by this mosnter of a dick. She had grown to love this man, regardless of his bitch breaking tool.
She shifted from her spot on the couch till she was face to face with the head of his cock. From this position she could see his nuts. God, they were so fucking huge. Each bigger than her hand, in fact. From that position she could also smell his cock. Another gush of juices ran down her leg.
He had such a strong musk. It was clear that he hadn't had the chance to shower before school today, but she didn't care. He was such a hard working man and she could take care of him. She'd give him a tongue bath, no matter how badly his cock smelled or tasted.
And so she did. She stuck out her tongue and ran it up and down the side of his cock. The taste on her tongue was a mixture of sweat and piss. It was like his cock was a musk flavored popsicle. She loved it.
She ran her tongue up and down and around his cock. She placed kisses on his inner thigh, trailing them upwards until her face was nuzzled between his cock and balls. His musk and taste were the strongest here. She slurped as much as she could, making sure to coat the top of his nuts in a lot of saliva. He was hers, his cock belonged to her only.
He moaned as she shifted her attention to the head of his cock, furiously sucking and slurping along his glans. Eventually, though, he placed his hand on her head, wrapping her hair around his hand affectionately. They made eye contact, the message passing between them. She took a deep breath and enveloped his cock in her mouth.
Her jaw ached from having to open up so widely. Her tongue was pressed firmly to the bottom of her mouth, unable to move. It felt like her mouth was on fire from the heat radiating off of his bitch breaker. None of this stopped her, however. She was one determined bitch, and she would satisfy her lover.
She pushed herself further down on his cock, trying to ignore the pain that presented itself in her neck when his arm wide cock entreated entrance to her throat. The lack of oxygen was beginning to get to her, but she drowned the burning by plunging deeper, his cock stretching out her throat painfully.
From the outside, it looked like she had swallowed a boa constrictor, her neck was red and wide. There was no way that she was breathing. She simply ignored all of it and kept going. She wasn't even halfway through his cock. There was an entire arm's length left to take.
He, however, only stared at her in concern. Based off of his groaning, he was enjoying himself, but she looked like she was going to pass out. So, without her consent, he began pulling out.
By the time he had pulled enough of his cock from her throat to allow her to breath, her eyes had already closed, her body limp. She gasped as air rushed into her lungs through her nose, his cock still in her mouth. Life came back to her eyes and she pulled herself completely away.
She glared at him for pulling her off, but she couldn't stay mad. He was just concerned. She wanted him to enjoy himself and she'd make sure of it. With another deep breath, she plunged herself back on his bitch breaker. This time his cock easily made it past her mouth and throat, pushing its way into her stomach. She gagged on his cock, causing her throat to squeeze around him, eliciting a loud groan from him.
Music to her ears.
Satisfied with taking his entire cock, she took a moment to bask at the pleasure she was bringing him, her nose squeezed by his pelvis. Once her need for oxygen made itself known again, she pulled back until she could breathe again. Now that she had air back in her lungs, she began plunging.
His groans of appreciation encouraged her further. She purred onto his cock, hoping to make him cum and fill her stomach up. Her wish was fulfilled as he suddenly grabbed ahold of her head with both hands and forcefully pulled her all the way down on his cock. She came right as her nose touched his pelvis.
From this point of view, she saw his stomach flex, showing off his six pack. He squeezed his eyes shut, his face contorted into one resembling pain. He began face fucking her as he roared. His cock thickened up even further, stretching her throat painfully wide. She tried screaming but his cock had squeezed her vocal chords a long time ago. And then she felt it.
A pang of fear shot through her as she felt cum shoot up his cock. Based off of how fast it moved from her mouth and to her throat she could tell it was going to be a lo-
Fwoosh.
All thought process ceased as the first shot of his cum slammed into her stomach at high speeds. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she came once more. Her pussy was so ready for this.
The second shot caused her belly to distend, her stomach stretched full. Her hands found their way to her stomach, feeling as her skin stretched to accommodate her inflating stomach.
By the time he was done he had expelled ten huge ropes of cum from his cock and into her stomach. By that point she had gone completely limp, the last vestiges of oxygen gone from her. She had no idea how distended her stomach had gotten, but once he removed his cock from her, she came back to the land of the living.
Without missing a beat, he scooped her up, her yoga ball sized stomach no problem for him. He placed her on the couch and removed her clothes from her. Her blouse had already ripped a long time ago, leaving him to remove her bra, pants, and panties. Thanks to gravity, her belly pressed on her, restricting her airflow but not stopping it.
He lined up his cock with her dripping pussy. The head of his cock was far too huge for her tiny slit but he was going to get it inside of her no matter what. And so he began pressing into her.
Her pussy gave no way for him, but nevertheless she came. Her entire body was in a state of constant pleasure. Anything could set her off. And so when he finally managed to stretch her pussy around his head, she came once again.
He groaned in pleasure as he slowly made progress. Her pussy was fucking tight. He could feel it spasming around him, trying to pull him in. She was salivating from her mouth, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She knew no greater pleasure, and also no greater pain than what she was going through right now.
She had grown a deep love for this man. He had lost everything, and now she wanted to give him everything. She knew that she would do anything for him, no matter what it did to her. Some may call her brainwashed. She, on the other hand, called it love.
And right now her love had just pierced through her cervix and entered her womb, causing her to yell in pain and pleasure. He, however, took no pause. He was a man on a mission now, and he would not be stopped by anything.
He was going to claim her as his. He was going to ruin her for anyone else. He was doing a mighty fine job as his cock pushed against the back of her womb. With a little over an arm's length left outside, he growled, grabbed ahold of her legs, and pulled her down on him.
The effect was instant, her half lidded eyes snapped wide open, her mouth stuck in a silent scream as yet another orgasm ripped through her body. His cock pushed her womb upwards, pressing against her stomach. He could feel the glue-like substance through her womb, and she could feel it rising in her throat.
Becoming aware of what was about to happen, he clasped a hand around her throat, and ignoring the pleading look in her eye, squeezed hard, cutting off the path that his cum was going to take to spill out of her. She brought her hands up to his, trying to get him off her throat, but he was far stronger than her. The cum stayed inside of her.
Once he completely bottomed out, he wasted no time in pistoning in and out of her. With the pleasure rocking through her, she stopped struggling against his hold on her throat, instead, she seized up as a gush of vaginal juices squirted out of her vagina at high speeds.
Her mind was completely drowned in serotonin. Any and all thought was non-existent. She was his woman, mind, body, and soul. She didn't need to think in order to know this. This was just a fact of the universe now. It was as essential as physics or mathematics was.
As his cock destroyed her insides, she could feel herself cumming over and over. She'd have to drink gallons of water once they were done to replenish all of her fluids. Unless, of course, she digested all of his cum and had that running through her veins.
Eventually, he began speeding up and his thrusts became harder, more animalistic and losing all sense of rhythm. His nuts pounded loudly against her ass, leaving her cheeks red and bruised. She knew what was about to happen. She lifted her head just enough to see his muscles flex, veins bulging across his chest, arms, and neck. He buried himself deep inside of her and leaned forward, pressing on her bloated stomach. He brought his mouth to her neck and bit hard. They both yelled as their orgasm crashed into them simultaneously.
Her womb was instantly flooded and stretched. With no other place to expand towards, her belly expanded around him. All the meanwhile he didn't let go of her neck. He just kept on biting hard enough to draw blood. She, on the other hand, was completely lost in a world of bliss. No thoughts ran through her head. Her entire body spasmed as her belly inflated, stopping a few inches shy of the ceiling.
He stayed inside her as they came down from their orgasms, basking in the afterglow for nearly an hour. She ran a hand through his hair. Her feelings had done nothing but grow since they started.
Eventually he pulled out of her, his cum flooding out of her until her pussy closed back up tightly. He put back on his pants and snatched his phone from his pocket. He took one glance at the screen then back at her. He had to go to work. She understood, though, and gave him a grateful smile. Before leaving, he cupped her face and placed a gentle yet long kiss on her lips. He reciprocated her feelings. He gathered his backpack and left, leaving her to bask alone with her inflated womb and stomach.
He was her student, but more importantly, he was her man.