Phys Ed

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6

Chapter 1

In retrospect, arguing with a gypsy about Sliders might not have been the best idea, even if she did seem like she was having fun. You wake up in a slightly different world, where everyone is slightly shorter, and has Technicolor skin. Luckily, your apartment seems to have come with you relatively intact. Unfortunately, your job did not. Fortunately, a well-dressed woman propositioned you. After spending several days enjoying yourself with her, she offered you a job.

You sidle up to your co-teacher.

"Say, do you see that blue girl over there, playing with her tits?"

Spitfire looks at the sidelines of the dodge-ball game.

"Oh, you mean Rainbow Dash? What about her?"

You cough.

"Are we supposed to do something about that?"

She shakes her head.

"No, don't worry about it. If a student really wants stress relief, they'll come to you."

You digest that for a long moment.

"Stress relief?"

Spitfire looks at you quizzically.

"Yeah, you know, when your body gets all warm and tense, you ask someone to have sex with you. I know Principal Celestia said you were from a different world, but surely it can't be that different?"

You shrug.

"You'd be surprised."

She shakes her head in wonder.

"Weird. So if I told you to go encourage Fluttershy over there, what would you do?"

You glance over at the girl hiding behind her hair while reading a book.

"Talk to her? Try to get her to see how fun it is to move around and play games?"

Spitfire waits, a skeptical expression on her face. Out of the corner of your eye, you see one of the male students approaching. You tilt your head.

"What, am I supposed to eat her out or something?"

She laughs.

"You really have no idea, that's crazy. I mean, sure you could eat her out, but-"

"Coach?"

The male student stands to the side, his shorts pulled down enough to expose his erection. Spitfire glances down, then nods at him. She leans forward slightly, and shimmies out of her shorts and panties. The kid gets behind her and lines himself up with her pussy. Spitfire grunts as he penetrates her and latches onto her hips.

"Now, where was I?"

You tear your eyes away from her yellow ass bouncing with each thrust.

"Proper forms of encouragement?"

She snaps her fingers.

"That's right. So, what you should do is feel her up some. Complement her body, give her some confidence in herself."

You ignore the sound of flesh slapping together, a little dizzy at how things are.

"Just to be clear, groping inspires confidence?"

Spitfire nods.

"Look at Rainbow Dash over there. I've felt her up every day since freshman year, and now she's captain of the soccer team. I tried to get through to Fluttershy in the same way, but I guess she doesn't like girls as much as Rainbow does."

You aren't really sure what to say to that. The male student fucking Spitfire slams his hips against her one last time, and sighs in relief. After lingering inside her for a moment, he pulls out and wipes himself off on her ass.

"Thanks, Coach!"

Spitfire pulls her shorts back on.

"No problem, kid."

She nudges you.

"Hey, why don't you try practicing on Fluttershy? I think she just needs a man's touch."

You hesitate.

"You think so?"

Spitfire rolls her eyes.

"It's why you were hired. Now go on, see if you can't get her to open up."

You trot over, feeling a sort of excitement and an instinctual anxiety about what you are about to do. Fluttershy looks up from her book as you approach. You give her a wave.

"Is this seat taken?"

She looks at the long bench, then back at you.

"No?"

You sit beside her with a rueful chuckle.

"Maybe that was a dumb joke but anyways, nice to meet you. My name is Anon E. Mous, and I just wanted to check up on you, see how things are going."

She offers a shy little smile.

"Oh, I'm fine. This is a very interesting book about forest critters."

You glance at the open pages, only to find detailed illustrations of mating squirrels.

O-kay.

"If you don't mind me asking, is there something keeping you from participating in class?"

Fluttershy shakes her head.

"I don't mind at all, it's just that my breasts are too big and sensitive, so running around and things is painful."

You glance at her chest. That is pretty big for her age. You can't believe what you are about to say.

"Well, at least they look very nice."

Fluttershy looks at you skeptically.

"Do you really think so?"

You swallow. You reach out your hand and cup her boob in your hand, squeezing it gently.

"Oh! You really mean it!"

You stare at her blushing, beaming face. Well, what do you know.

"Let me clarify."

You kneel before her and slide your hands up under her shirt. She stares at you with wide eyes as you fondle and knead her soft tits.

"You have wonderful, sexy breasts."

Fluttershy bites her lip.

"Um, Mr. Mous?"

"Yes?"

Your thumbs rub circles around her nipples. She squirms in her seat.

"Do you like anything else about my body?"

You look her up and down, reluctant to stop playing with her boobs. Still, you have a job as a teacher.

"Well, let's see."

Your hands slide down her sides, coming to rest on her hips.

"You have a tight little waist. Could you stand up for me?"

She nods eagerly and obeys. You grab her ass, digging your fingers into her soft, yet perky cheeks.

"Delicious."

She squeaks. You slide your hands down her thighs and calves, gently widening her stance.

"And you have wonderfully long, slender legs."

You duck your head under her skirt and reach up to pull aside her panties.

"I like how well trimmed your bush is. While I'm here..."

You get a grip on her hips and lick her lower lips. Her legs shake and shiver as you lap more and more deeply at her flower.

"Oh, oh my!"

She tastes of butterscotch and honey. Your tongue quests higher up her slit, seeking the Holy Grail. Her feverishly warm flesh parts easily before your ministrations. Light spills into the scene as Fluttershy lifts her skirt and runs her fingers through your hair. Her heavy breathing catches as you find a little nub. You give her clit long strokes with your tongue, adding a little swirl with the tip. She whimpers, her legs trembling and pressing against the sides of your head. Your mouth and face are now coated in her sweet, tantalizing juices. You moan happily as you lick and tease and drink from this cute and sexy young woman. Fluttershy pants, gazing down at you with sultry, needy eyes. You give her a wink, and start spelling out your name on her clit. You barely get to the 'u' by the time her thighs clench around your head and her hips roll and surge against you. You lap greedily as she cums into your mouth. Fluttershy lets out a low moan, one hand pushing your head deep into her crotch, the other mashing her breast and pinching her nipple. You swallow again and again, and slowly the flood abates. Her thighs release their hold and she pushes your head gently from between them. She collapses onto the bench, her chest still heaving. You sit beside her and smile at her.

"All in all, you have a lot to be confident about."

Fluttershy looks down at her knees, then pulls her hair aside to look at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

"If I participated in class, would you encourage me some more?"

You rest your hand on top of hers, giving it a little squeeze.

"Of course. Although, will you be alright? What with your sensitive breasts and all."

Fluttershy hefts her boobs in her hands, considering.

"It'll be a little uncomfortable, but I guess I can wear two sports bras."

You give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Atta girl. Just let me know when it gets to be too uncomfortable, and I'll give you a massage, how does that sound?"

She beams at you.

"Perfect! Thank you so much, Mr. Mous."

You stand up and pat her head fondly.

"See you around, Fluttershy."

As you walk back towards the rest of the students, she waves shyly at you. You wave back, then jog over to Spitfire. Before you can say anything, she grabs you by the shirt and pulls you in. Her lips meet yours passionately, her tongue plundering your unprepared mouth. After the initial surprise, you pull her in close, one hand on her lower back, the other cupping the back of her head. She hums happily as your tongue joins the battle, exploring the slick warmth of her mouth. After several long moments of this, she breaks the kiss and smirks up at you.

"That's my encouragement for a job well done."

Your hand on her lower back drifts down and grabs a handful of her ass.

"My pleasure."

Coach Spitfire laughs, and pushes you gently away.

"Save it for after school, we still have students to teach."

You step back.

"That a promise?"

She smirks at you.

"It might take a couple hours to properly show my appreciation. Look forward to it."

You grin.

"Oh, I definitely will."

Chapter 2 Author's Note

There are two versions of this chapter. One in which Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are younger than 18, which is the one published here on fimfic. The other in which DT and SS are 18, and can be found here:
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Chapter 2

You are Anon, laying in bed with Spitfire and Celestia snuggled up against you. Spitfire traces little spirals down your belly, closer and closer to your crotch. For the fifth time this evening, little Captain Anon stands to attention. Celestia giggles and reaches down to fondle your balls. You return the favor, burying your hands in their soft, thick thighs and rubbing circles on the hood of their clits. They squirm against you, and Spitfire grabs your cock with a skilled hand. Celestia gives your ballsack a gentle squeeze.

"That reminds me, it has come to my attention that some of the students do not know how to swim. If you two could take care of that, I would appreciate it."

What about this reminds her of that? Spitfire pushes herself up onto your chest, her tits soft and warm against your skin. She begins to suck on one of Celestia's nipples.

"Uh, sure thing. I don't mind coming in on a Saturday, if that is convenient for the kids."

Celestia drapes a leg across your own, hips rolling as she humps your hand.

"That would be perfect."

Spitfire pauses in her suckling and looks up at you.

"We'll need to split up when the boys and girls are scheduled to learn. It's already embarrassing for them, no need to make it worse by having the opposite sex watch."

You nod, and pump two fingers inside of her. She practically purrs, nuzzling against your chest.

"I'll take the girls this coming Saturday, you take the boys the one after?"

Spitfire pants as you feel her approach yet another orgasm.

"Ye-hes, sounds, mmm, like a plan."

Celestia lets go of your balls and pushes two fingers into Spitfire's mouth. She sucks greedily on them, moaning in pleasure. Her thighs trap your hand as she climaxes, shuddering on top of you. Spent, she rolls off to your side. Celestia licks your cheek.

"I'm glad that's settled. Since it looks like Spitfire is done for now..."

She straddles your lap, her pussy a tantalizing inch above your erection.

"This next load is all mine."

With that, she spears herself on your cock, crying out in pleasure. You groan, the amount of stimulation your dick is getting is almost painful. You grab her arms and pull her down for a kiss. Her lips are soft and warm, parting eagerly to accept your affection. Her long hair falls around your head, and in that moment there is nothing but you and her, her impressive breasts pressed against your chest, her writhing pussy milking your cock. Your hips move by themselves, matching her rhythm as you thrust again and again into her hot, wet depths. Celestia's tongue is playful in your mouth, flicking at twisting against your tongue. Suddenly, you hear the sound of fleshy slap. Celestia jolts, tightening around your dick. She breaks the kiss to give a smug Spitfire an unamused look.

"Well? Keep going."

Spitefire salutes.

"Yes boss."

The next spanking has Celestia quivering and moaning on top of you. You cup her cheek gently, and push your thumb into her mouth. She leans into your touch and sucks on your thumb with a blissful expression. In contrast, her frantic humping is sending waves of pleasure surging and cresting within you. Each slap has her clamp down on you, milking you cock for all its worth. You don't know if you can take much more of this . Luckily, you don't have to. You hear a particularly loud slap, and Celestia collapses. Her pussy spasms and writhes, pushing you over the edge. You instinctively thrust as deep as possible as you twitch and fire within her. Celestia moans, grinding her hips against yours as you pump her full of your cum. As the two of you come down from your mutual orgasm, you stroke her hair as she lays her head on your chest. Spitfire flops back down beside you, and grabs your arm to cuddle with. You sigh contentedly.

"Good job, team."

The two women giggle, and nuzzle against you. Celestia reaches out and rests her hand on Spitfire's toned belly.

"Mind if I just sleep on top of him tonight? I'm finding it hard to want to move."

Spitfire pats her boss's ass fondly.

"I don't mind."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Don't I get a say in this?"

Celestia puts a finger on your lips.

"Shhh, pillows don't talk."

You chuckle.

"Fair enough."

You stand by the pool, the faint aroma of chlorine in the air. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are a little surprising, but maybe they were sufficiently spoiled to avoid learning. Meanwhile, Trixie stands naked before you, arms on her hips and chest thrust out proudly.

...

"Trixie, you're a junior, how do you not know how to swim?"

She sniffs.

"The Voluptuous and Athletic Trixie knows how to swim, she was merely given a preemptive detention for disrupting class."

You rub your face, and the two freshman girls giggle.

"Does this have anything to do with why you are naked?"

She nods sharply.

"I refuse to conceal my Perky and Toned body when swimming. Coach Spitfire claims the Thick and Bountiful Trixie excites the boys too much, though no mere swimsuit would prevent that outcome."

What are you supposed to do about this? You just sigh, and turn to the freshman.

"So, do you have any particular difficulty with swimming, or is it just not knowing the motions well enough?"

The girls glance at each other, then Silver Spoon looks down at her feet. Diamond Tiara looks into your eyes and lifts her chin arrogantly.

"Swimming is beneath me, why should I have to paddle like a dog?"

You raise your eyebrows.

"So, if you found a more graceful way of swimming, you would learn how?"

She grimaces.

"If that even exists, yes."

You nod.

"I can work with that. How about you, Miss Spoon?"

The girl in question blushes, and mumbles something. You crouch down in front of her, and give her your best supportive smile.

"Could you repeat that?"

She licks her lips, but can't bring herself to speak. You hold her hands in yours.

"I'll help you no matter what it is, I promise."

She looks up at you, still blushing, but with a resolute expression.

"I'm afraid of drowning."

You smile reassuringly.

"We'll defeat that fear together."

With a grunt, you stand up.

"Alright, here's what we'll do. Trixie and I will demonstrate different strokes for Ms. Tiara. Once you see one you like,"

You nod to the girl in question.

"Trixie can teach it to you, while I ease Ms. Spoon into things."

Trixie's gaze flickers between your face and the obvious bulge in your swimming trunks.

"Are you sure there is nothing the Tight and Ready Trixie can help you with first?"

You shake your head.

"Not right now. Come on, let's swim."

She pouts, but follows you into the water. The indoor pool is warm, practically skin temperature, and you slip in easily. You start off with the breast stroke and swim the length of the pool a couple of times before switching to a new stroke. From time to time, you catch glimpses of Trixie's body. You have to admit, it's not like she doesn't have a reason to be vain.

"Mr. Anon!"

You stop, making your way to the side of the pool and climb out.

"Yes, Diamond?"

"I'll try the one where you swim on your side."

Trixie paddles over to the side of the pool, her mouth twisted in dissatisfaction. Her eyes are locked on to your obvious erection, the fabric of your swimming trunks concealing the finer details.

"The Wet and Skillful Trixie would like to relieve you, Mr. Anon. Will you not take responsibility for the sight of your boner?"

You turn an amused smirk on the girl.

"Am I disrupting your concentration? Well, that is inevitable, so you'll have to live with it until after the lesson."

She pouts.

"The Humble and Contrite Trixie is considering the error of her ways."

You chuckle.

"That's good to hear. If you teach Diamond Tiara well, I'll be sure to reward you to our mutual satisfaction."

Trixie salutes.

"Yes sir!"

You can't help but smile at her antics.

Two down. Silver Spoon fidgets as you turn towards her.

"Sorry for the wait. Are you comfortable enough with the ladder, or do you want to use the ramp?"

She straightens up and swallows.

"I can handle the ladder, i-if you hold me to keep me from falling."

You give her a nod.

"Then let's do that."

You jump back into the pool and turn to face the ladder on the shallow end. Silver clutches the metal pipes as she slowly backs towards the edge of the concrete. You lightly hold her sides as she takes one step down. Silver Spoon looks over her shoulder with a smile.

"Thanks."

You wink at her.

"You're welcome."

A few more steps, and her feet find the floor. She turns around and latches onto your arms, the waterline just barely covering her bust. You get a grip on her slender arms.

"Alright, I'm going to pull you, so go ahead and practice kicking your legs. Ready?"

Ms. Spoon swallows, then nods. You start off slow, gliding backwards. The girl huffs and puffs, thrashing the water behind her. You pull her more quickly to match her speed.

"Easy, easy. I've got you, just focus on how much you actually need to kick to move forward."

She blushes, and while her deathgrip on your arms never slackens, she relaxes enough to get the hang of kicking. Soon enough, she's ready for the next step. You place on hand on her belly, and the other on her sternum. You lift until she is horizontal, with her head still above the water.

"You were watching before, right? Let's try out the various strokes, so you can find one that's comfortable for you."

Silver Spoon nods, and begins to move her arms. She seems to be getting the hang of it, so you glance over to where Trixie is teaching Ms. Tiara. They are doing surprisingly well, you're glad they are taking this seriously. You return your attention to the girl on your hands, easily keeping pace with her movements. Despite how well she is doing, you can feel her breathing faster and faster.

"Hey let's take a break, alight?"

She slows to a stop and nods. You set her back onto her feet, but her knees give out almost immediately. She yelps, and you quickly grab her before she can sink. You chuckle as she clings to your chest.

"Sorry, I didn't think about how tired your legs must be."

Silver Spoon groans in embarrassment.

"Ugh, why do I have to be so lame?"

You tow her towards the stairs, sitting down on one of the steps. You set her on your lap.

"You're not lame, you're just learning. No one is perfect at the start, but you're making good progress."

She pouts, and you have to smile at that. You rub her back in calming circles.

"While we're here, how about you try putting your face underwater?"

Silver grimaces.

"Do I have to?"

You shrug.

"It's up to you, but might help conquer your fear if you have complete control and me watching."

She blushes, fidgeting on your lap.

"If you say so."

You smile reassuringly.

"Whenever you're ready."

Silver Spoon glances at you, then nods decisively. She takes a deep breath, then leans forward until her face is just below the water. Barely a second passes before she sits straight with a gasp, and frantically wipes water from her face. You pat her on the shoulder.

"That's a good first try."

Once she catches her breath, she looks at you.

"I'm going to try again."

You nod pleasantly.

"Keep at it."

She takes a few more breaths, settling down, then dips her face in the pool once more. Silver Spoon lasts longer this time, almost six seconds. When she surfaces, she is much calmer about wiping the water from her face.You keep up your campaign of head pats, back rubs, and half hugs, and she continues to make progress. She also does a lot of fidgeting in your lap that you are trying to ignore. By the time the swimming lesson is over, you are looking forward to rewarding Trixie as much as she is.

You shower in the men's locker room, washing off the chlorine smell. You hear the door creak open, and you can easily guess who it is. A nude Trixie approaches you meekly, her hands clasped before her and her arms pressing her breasts together.

"The Patient and Responsible Trixie is wondering if she was good enough for a reward?"

You beckon her closer, and she joins you under the spray of water.

"Do you think you'll wear a swimsuit for class?"

She glances down at your cock, and swallows.

"I think I know why I shouldn't distract the boys, now. I will wear a swimsuit next time."

You grab her by the hips and pull her close. She looks up at your hopefully, her hands resting on your chest.

"Sounds like you've learned your lesson. Now, how about we make it stick?"

Trixie begins to grin as she reaches down and guides your cock between her water-slick thighs.

"The Wet and Ready Trixie will strive to memorize this lesson."

You cock slips inside her, bathed in her arousal. Trixie hums in delight, wrapping her arms around your neck. You thrust into her, exulting in the sensation of her soft, slippery body pressed against yours. Your hands slide from her hips to her ass, kneading and spreading her delicious flesh. She moans, pulling herself up and wrapping her legs around your waist. You have to lean back to keep your balance. Trixie's hips roll and surge against you, sending waves of pleasure through you. Your fingers dig deep into her pliant butt cheeks as you lift her up. You kiss her mouth, your tongue easily gaining entry. She tastes sweet, with a hint of peanut butter. The girl hums happily, exploring your mouth in turn. You thrust again and again into her depths, inching ever closer to release. You take a few careful steps, and she gasps, breaking the kiss as the cold tiles of the wall touch her back. Trixie scowls up at you.

"A little warning, please?"

You give her ass an extra firm squeeze.

"Sorry, I wasn't thinking. Speaking of warnings, where do you want me to cum?"

Her legs tighten around you.

"Inside, of course!"

You chuckle, and resume pounding her pussy.

"As you wish."

You press into her against the wall, her body practically melting as she clings to you. She whimpers, showering your chest and neck with kisses. Trixie grinds against your pelvis, her inner walls worshiping your length. The air is thick with steam and the smell of sex. Your body is hot, from the heat of the shower, from the heat of exertion, and from the heat of desire. Trixie's eyes are clenched closed as she roils and writhes against you.

"Cum inside me, Mr. Anon! Fill me up! Give me everything you have, every last drop!"

All rational thought slips from your mind as you hear those words. You thrust into her with animal frenzy, answering the primal desire of her body with your own. Her legs tighten around you almost painfully, as you thrust as deep as you can. Your seed erupts inside of her, each pulse carrying the heat of the lust that has been building the entire morning. Trixie cries out in wonder, shuddering and quivering with pleasure. Gradually, she relaxes in the warm water raining down on you both. You set her down on her shaky legs, leaving a hand on her lower back to steady her. She rubs her cheeks, and chuckles.

"I don't think I'll have any trouble remembering my lesson now."

You can't help but laugh as well.

"I should hope not."

The two of you spend a few more minutes in the shower, washing off the remnants of your love making. All in all, a pretty successful day, you think

Chapter 3

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Chapter 4

You are Anon, wandering the weight room. Your students are largely well-behaved, but you still keep an eye on the free-weights area. You come across Fluttershy at the hip adduction/abduction machine. She's gazing forward with some intensity, her lips moving as she silently counts. You wait until she's done with her set before speaking.

"Hey Fluttershy, how's it going?"

She looks up at you, suddenly cheerful.

"I'm doing well, Mr. Anonymous. Ever since I started participating more in class, I've been getting stronger. Um, would you like to feel it?"

She flexes the arm closest to you. You give her bicep a good squeeze.

"That's some nice muscle, definitely. And how are these doing?"

You cup her breasts, jiggling them slightly. She giggles.

"They're fine, I'm wearing some good sports bras, and that helps a lot."

You give them a final squeeze.

"That's good to hear. Oh, a something to keep in mind with this machine: while it does strengthen your adductor muscle groups-"

You stroke her inner thighs

"- and your abductor muscle groups, -"

You rub her hips.

"- it does so in isolation. These are stabilizing muscles, and work to support larger muscle groups like your glutes."

You dig your fingers into what you can reach of her pert bottom.

"That means that if you don't work them out equally with the other groups, you can get muscle imbalances and maybe even joint issues later on. If you want to strengthen them more naturally, squats and lunges are good alternatives."

Fluttershy nods seriously.

"I think I'll try that when I work out at home."

You give her head a few pats.

"Good girl."

She beams at you, wiggling happily under your hand. Unfortunately, you still have a job to do.

"Well, I've taken up enough of your time for now. Keep up the good work."

Fluttershy nods earnestly.

"I will!"

Partway through your rounds, Sunset comes jogging towards you, smiling and lightly blushing.

"Mr. Mous!"

You stop.

"What's got you upset, Sunset?"

She comes to a stop before you and rolls her eyes.

"Nothing much, I'm just a little distracted, that's all. Mind helping me out?"

She turns around, pulls her shorts down, and bends over. You admire her glistening slit, so prominently displayed.

"Sure thing."

You push down your sweatpants and line up your cock. Sunset hums in contentment as you penetrate her. You latch onto her hips, thrusting more and more deeply into her feverish pussy. She pants, hands on her knees, her boobs swaying back and forth. All too quickly, she tightens around you, moaning and soaking your crotch in her cum. Sunset lingers for a moment after her orgasm, then promptly slides off your dick and pulls up her shorts.

"Thanks, Mr. M!"

You sigh as she walks off, reluctantly pulling up your pants.

"Anytime, Sunset."

Then you feel a tapping on your shoulder. You turn to find Rarity smiling politely.

"Can I help you?"

She tosses a lock of hair over her shoulder.

"Rather, I believe we can help each other, Darling. I saw how Sunset left you high and dry, and I must say I was rather affected by your predicament. Shall we cum together, Darling?"

You grin.

"Thank you, Rarity, I'd appreciate that."

She preens at your words of gratitude.

"Then lay down, and I'll take care of everything."

You are happy to comply, even though the floor is hard tile and cold on your bare skin as you take off your pants. Rarity strips quickly, her modest bust jiggling with every motion. She straddles your waist, crouching while resting her hands on your chest. Her breasts hang like soft, succulent fruit before you. She coos happily as you squeeze and knead her tits. Her hips grind and roll against your erection, trapping it between her dripping folds and coating it in her arousal. Rarity bites her lip, breathing heavily. You grab her ass, pulling it to the side and letting go, letting it jiggle.

"You're doing great, Rarity. You feel absolutely fabulous."

She leans back, tossing her hair over her shoulder, trying to retain her composure.

"Of course I do, Mr. Anonymous. The body is but the garment of the mind, and everything I wear is fabulous."

You chuckle.

"There can be no denying that. Still, I would like to appreciate your inner beauty as well as your outer."

You thrust upwards, lifting the young lady an inch or two while your dick remains achingly exposed to the warm air of the gym. Rarity gives you a wry smile.

"Patience is a virtue, Darling. However,"

Her left hand slides down her hip and between her legs, her slender fingers spreading her flower in all its delicate glory. Her right hand curls around your erection, lining it up with her glistening entrance.

"We have both waited long enough."

She lowers herself, her folds wrapping around you like a velvet glove. You groan, and she whimpers, biting her lip as her eyes roll back in her head. You grab her hips and start working your length in and out of her. Rarity shudders in pleasure, whimpering and whining in desperate need. She feels amazing, her hips rolling and surging against your own.

"Oh fuck, I needed this."

She grins at you, slowly coming to lay down on your chest.

"Mmm, so glad I could help, Darling. Your reactions are quite flattering."

She's practically purring as she grinds her hips against yours in a circular motion. You can only bear to look at her sultry expression for so long. You pull her head down and draw her into a kiss. Her eyes go wide, then slowly drift closed. You close your eyes as well, focusing on the sensations of her pussy sliding and constricting around your cock and the taste of her mouth. Rarity hums in pleasure, her tongue skilled and lingering as she savors the kiss. You lose yourself in the moment, riding high on the exquisite pleasure of plundering this lewd young woman's body. Your hands explore her smooth, pale skin, grasping onto her soft flesh with animal desire. Rarity exults in your attentions, cooing and whispering lewd encouragements as you worship her body. You feel yourself nearing the edge of your self-control, your mind growing hazy with an ancient need. You purposefully cup her breasts in your hands, leaving her free to move in whatever way she wishes.

"I'm going to cum soon, Rarity."

She blinks at you. Then she licks her lips, her smile growing increasingly smug.

"Good."

Rarity picks up the pace, spearing herself again and again on your cock in rapid succession. You pant and swear, fully at the mercy of your student. She cups your cheek gently in her soft hand and kisses you chastely on the lips.

"Cum for me."

Those words unlock a torrent inside you. You grab her hips and slam your dick as deep inside her as you can. Her eyes roll back once more as your seed jets inside of her, coating her convulsing walls. At the same time, Rarity's passage floods with her orgasm. She collapses on top of your chest, her hips twitching and bucking as she rides out the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. You gently stroke her back.

"Good girl. That's a good girl."

After a moment, you hear footsteps approaching. You hope it isn't another girl coming for relief, you are pretty spent right now. You look up. Well, it's not a girl. Coach Spitfire raises an eyebrow at you, cum coating her lips and her chin, glistening across her cleavage, and dripping down her inner thighs.

"Laying down on the job, Anon?"

Rarity stands shakily, and you follow suit.

"Just conserving energy, that's all. Can I help you with something? Looks like you've had your hands full."

She rolls her eyes.

"Along with all of my holes. Next time, don't just help out a girl in front of a bunch of guys. Take her out in the hall or something, okay?"

You blush.

"Ah, sorry about that. I'll definitely remember next time."

Spitfire smiles at you.

"It's alright, we're all learning here. Except you, Rarity!"

Spitfire slaps the girl on the ass.

"Go show off on your own time!"

Rarity blushes, rubbing her stinging cheek.

"Yes ma'am."

You use the distraction to grab a towel. As Spitfire turns back to you, you start wiping off the cum from her face.

"Does she do this often?"

Your fellow teacher spares you a grateful smile before glaring at Rarity some more.

"Mostly to new teachers, or during lunch period. She'll be serving detention with me this afternoon, for what good that will do."

Rarity pauses in the midst of putting her clothes back on.

"Again?"

You give her an unamused look.

"I'm not sure why you are surprised, if this is a regular thing for you."

The young woman huffs.

"I had hoped to finish the dresses for the girls this afternoon..."

Coach Spitfire snorts.

"Should have thought of that before your little show."

Rarity sighs.

"Oh, very well, I suppose I deserve this. Another time, Mr. Mous."

You nod an acknowledgement as she wanders off. Turning back to Spitfire, you start swabbing at the spattering of spunk on her slopes. She tugs down her tank top, exposing her breasts to your ministrations.

"Thanks for this, Anon. Boys can be so messy."

You chuckle.

"I can't blame them. You have an absurdly sexy body."

She smiles at that. She replies as you lift up a boob to wipe up the drippings underneath.

"That's sweet of you to say. Speaking of my body and sexiness, do you have any plans for the weekend?"

You start on her other boob, shifting your grip on the towel so that you're wiping with a relatively clean surface.

"As a matter of fact, I was hoping to talk to you about that. How do you feel about having some fun with me and Luna this Sunday?"

Coach Spitfire tilts her head.

"Business fun or casual fun?"

You give her nipple a light pinch as you finish wiping up the cum.

"Casual. She wants to press up against me and feel me cum inside you. Interested?"

She grins.

"Kinky, I'm in."

"Nice. Let's plan on the evening, say, 7PM my place?"

You go to grab another towel.

"I'll be there. Oh, and don't bother with down there. Rarity!"

The girl pokes her head out from behind the weight machines.

"Yes?"

Spitfire beckons her over.

"Mind licking up the leftovers of your admirers?"

The fashionista just sighs.

"Yes, Coach Spitfire."

Your fellow teacher pulls down her shorts, revealing her glazed pussy. Rarity kneels down and starts licking, beginning with the drips along the thighs and heading upward. Spitfire gives you a lopsided smile.

"She's a good girl, when she wants to be."

You nod, and watch your student swallow the cum from Spitfire's legs.

"So I see."

Chapter 5

You walk into the classroom as the last bell rings. You eye the girl slumped over her desk, face buried in her arms. You sigh. It seems Gilda got into another fight in the cafeteria. You sit sideways in the chair next to her and poke her shoulder.

"Fuck off."

You poke her again.

"I'm afraid it's fuck on for now."

That gets a single chuckle out of her, and she turns her head to give you a half-hearted glare.

"Just leave me alone, like everyone else."

You start rubbing circles on her back, trying to comfort her through the thick fabric of her hoodie.

"But I don't leave everyone else alone. So you're just going to have to put up with me."

Gilda scowls.

"You know what I mean. If there was another girl here, you'd just go to her instead."

You pause, hand in between her shoulderblades.

"You think you're unattractive?"

She scoffs.

"Why else would guys never ask me for relief?"

You frown.

"I'm not sure. It might be that you pick fights with guys, but let's test your hypothesis first."

She looks non-plussed.

"What do you mean?"

You tug on her hoodie.

"Mind taking this off? It kinda hides your figure."

Gilda sighs.

"Fine."

She sits up straight and starts pulling up on the hoodie. You get a brief glimpse of toned abs before her white tank top falls back. She crosses her arms under her bust and glares at you.

"Well?"

You eye her breasts, covered in thin fabric. They look like they would be a perfect handful. Only one way to find out.

"Wha-"

You heft her boobs in your hands, giving them the occasional gentle squeeze. Her arms slacken, and she blushes.

"Well, hiding your perfect tits probably doesn't help."

Gilda stares down at her chest, and you take the opportunity to pop them out of the tank top and pink bra.

"Perfect?"

You dig your fingers into her warm, soft globes.

"Oh yes, perfectly sized, and the right mix of soft and perky. Any reason why you don't show them off?"

She rubs her arms and looks away.

"It's cold."

You can see some goosebumps forming.

"Huh. We'll have to figure out a solution then."

You tuck her tits back in the tank top, and she pulls the hoodie back on quickly. Your gaze travels down to her baggy cargo pants.

"Mind taking those off as well?"

She looks down, then shrugs.

"Sure."

Gilda stands up and unbuttons her pants. They slip down, revealing pink, lacey panties and some generous hips and thighs. You raise your eyebrows.

"Looking good here too. Let me turn you around."

You grab her hips and start to move her.

"Hey, I can do it myself!"

You let go and raise your hands in surrender.

"Sorry, I just couldn't resist touching you."

Gilda blushes a deeper red, and turns her back on you.

"You're just saying that because you're a teacher."

You scoot closer to her plush ass, and give it a squeeze. Your fingers dig in slightly less than an inch before hitting toned muscle.

"Fuck you, for hiding this rocking body beneath baggy clothes. Bend over for me?"

She wrenches her ass out of your hands and turns to scowl at you, her face tomato red.

"Stop making fun of me! You're just making up stuff because you have to!"

You point at the tent in your pants.

"Does this look like I'm lying?"

Her eyes go wide.

"M-maybe you saw some hotter girl before you came here."

You sigh.

"And suppose I were to fuck you?"

Gilda's thighs rub together.

"Wouldn't prove anything."

You raise an eyebrow at her. This is going nowhere.

"Alright, put your pants back on. Let's go to your home and try to pick out a better outfit."

She obeys quickly, but not before you notice a small damp spot growing on her panties. Well, that is progress.

Gilda fidgets the whole car ride, but doesn't say anything. You follow her to the front door of a typical suburban house. She opens the door and calls out,

"Mom, I'm home!"

You step inside and take off your shoes, leaving them next to Gilda's sneakers. You hear a voice call back,

"Welcome back, Gilly"

Gilda groans. A tall woman with long, purple-white hair steps out of the kitchen, wiping her hands in a towel. A black apron barely contains her considerable bust, only partially covering a tan sports bra. The only other thing she is wearing is a pair of white yoga pants, clinging to her full hips and long legs. She smiles brightly when she sees you.

"Oh! You brought a friend! Nice to meet you, I'm Golda Griffiths."

You nod politely.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Anonymous, but you can call me Anon."

She drapes the hand towel over her shoulder.

"What brings you to-"

Her eyes drift down to the crotch of your pants.

"Ah, I think I can guess. Have fun, you two!"

Gilda rolls her eyes.

"Thanks Mom. Come on Mr. M, let's go."

You give Golda a polite smile and follow Gilda upstairs. The girl's room is about what you would expect. Classic rock and Metal posters, clothes scattered across the floor, a large stereo system with stacks of CD's nearby, and a scuffed and stickered laptop on the desk. Gilda throws open the doors to her closet.

"Good luck."

You walk up beside her to find a spectrum of black t-shirts, grey sweatshirts, a brown leather jacket, tank tops in a variety of colors, and a variety of cargo pants and shorts in neutral colors. Off to the side are long sleeve shirts, and...

You pull out a white sundress. Gilda snatches it out of your hands.

"Oh, fuck no! I'm not wearing this!"

You raise your hands in surrender.

"Fine, fine. It'd look cute on you, but I can see that's not what you're going for."

Gilda looks you in the eyes, then nods sharply.

"Good. At least you get it."

You offer a half-smile and turn back to the closet. You pick out a white long-sleeve shirt and a violet tank top and offer them to the girl. She eyes them dubiously, but drops them on the bed while she strips out of her hoodie and tank top. You take a moment to admire her toned figure, and the incongruent girliness of her pink, lacey bra. Then you notice her reaching for the violet tank top.

"No, wear that on top of the shirt."

Gilda looks at you in confusion.

"Why? It's an undershirt."

You walk over and pick up the tank top and drape it against her chest.

"See how it follows about the same lines as your bra?"

She shrugs.

"So?"

You sigh.

"So if you wear it over a shirt, it draws attention to your breasts."

Gilda looks down, then back up at you.

"Really?"

"Really."

She grabs the long-sleeve shirt and puts it on hurriedly. You hand her the tank top. She practically sprints towards the body length mirror and admires her reflection. You come up behind her and tug at the shirt and straps to smooth things out. Gilda turns from side to side, looking at herself, a small smile growing on her face.

"It looks good! I look good."

You swat her butt.

"Glad you realized it."

She looks at you, blushing slightly.

"Thanks, Anon. Do you have any suggestions about my pants too?"

You look over at her shorts and pants collection. Yeah, no.

"You'll have to get new pants, maybe some short skirts and leggings and so on."

Gilda rubs her arm and looks away.

"Do you wanna go help pick some out at the mall? Help me see if it works?"

You look at your watch. It's only 4:30 PM.

"Yeah, sure. I got time."

She smiles and grabs your hand, pulling you out of the room and down the stairs. Mrs. Giffiths meets you at the doorway.

"That was quick, did you have a good ti-"

Abruptly she scowls at Gilda.

"Gilda Lily Griffiths! What do you think you're doing?"

The girl freezes in shock.

"Going to the mall?"

Golda sighs, and turns to you.

"I apologize for my daughter's neglect, I taught her better than this."

You glance between the two.

"It's alright?"

Golda huffs, hands working on the knot in the apron behind her back.

"I appreciate you being so patient with her, but she has to learn this sometime. Come on dear, top off and down on your knees."

Gilda blushes, but follows her mother's directions. She looks up at you apologetically.

"Sorry for ignoring you, I was kinda distracted."

Golda kneels beside her, also topless.

"Better late than never, I suppose. Now watch closely, dear."

She unbuttons and unzips your pants, fishing out your cock with the ease of experience. The older woman takes the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. You hum in pleasure, instinctively stroking her hair. After a few seconds, she pulls back, letting your cock pop out of her mouth.

"Now you try, Gilly."

Gilda scowls at her mother for a moment, but when she sucks you into her mouth, she smiles around your dick. Her tongue isn't as skillful as her mother's, but she makes up for it in enthusiasm. She leans into your hand as you stroke her short, yet silky hair. Her mouth is warm and wet, and you are pleased at the increasingly likely probability that she would be happy to suckle on your erection for the foreseeable future. Golda smiles up at you.

"Does she feel good?"

You tousle the young woman's hair.

"She's got a slutty little mouth, you taught her well."

Golda straightens up at the compliment, her considerable chest jiggling at the movement.

"That's kind of you to say, Anon. Now dear, I have some more to teach you."

The older woman practically has to pull Gilda off from sucking on your dick. You shudder at the passing of her lips. Golda inches closer.

"Never forget to give some love to a man's balls, Gilly. Especially if you aren't the only one attending the cock."

Having said her piece, she dips below your erection and sucks one of your balls into mouth. The suction is gentle, and her tongue is playful. You are painfully aroused at the sight of this woman worshipping your ballsack, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes. After a few moments, she beckons Gilda to join her. The girl has to press her cheek against her mother's to suck on your other testicle. The two women hum in pleasure, slowly bobbing their heads and kneading their breasts. You turn your head, biting your lip in pleasure, grunting from time to time when your member is particularly hard. Soon enough, Golda pulls back, but keeps her hand on Gilda's head, keeping her daughter on ball-sucking duty. The mother gazes on your cock with naked lust.

"We've been neglecting you, haven't we? Let me fix that."

She takes half of your length into her mouth, her tongue making swallowing motions as your precum slithers down her throat. You moan at the sensation, your hand fisting in her hair. Golda grabs your hips and inches down your dick. You feel yourself press up against the back of her throat, your erection melting in the slick depths of her mouth. She gives you a wink. Then she pulls on your hips, thrusting your cock into her tight throat.

"Fuck!"

Golda makes a wet sound of amusement, drool falling from her mouth onto Gilda's hair. She presses forward just a little more, her nose buried in your pubic hair. Her eyes roll back in her head as her throat tries to swallow around your engorged member. You are breathing in gasps, your hips instinctively thrusting against this exquisite feeling. Golda pulls back, her chest heaving now that she can breathe again. You ache with desire, subconsciously tugging on her hair to bring her back to your cock. Golda smirks at you, and gives it a kiss.

"Alright, Gilly. Your turn."

Gilda lets your ballsack fall from her mouth.

"Finally."

Her mother quickly picks up where the daughter left off, sucking your entire sack into her mouth. Gilda takes a moment to psych herself up, staring at your twitching erection.

"I can do this. Just like we practiced."

She takes a deep breath, then envelopes your length in the slippery flesh of her mouth. She stares up at you with wide, anxious eyes. You smile down at her and pat her head.

"You can do this, I believe in you."

Gilda smiles around your dick, and starts taking it deeper. She is noticably breathing hard through her nose by the time you come to the back of her mouth. Golda is stroking her back encouragingly. The girl wraps her arms around your legs, then jerks herself forward. Your cock rams down her throat, rapid swallowing motions stoking the fire of your lust and pleasure. You moan, unable to hold back noises of your appreciation.

It takes you a moment to realize that she's starting to panic, her eyes wide and darting around. You push her head back, and pull your hips away. Gilda falls back on her butt, gasping and shaking. Golda immediately goes to her, hugging her daughter and whispering reassurances. You kneel on the other side, rubbing circles on her back. Gilda gives you a shaky smile.

"Sorry, I th-thought I could handle it."

You smile reassuringly.

"It was a really good try. You didn't gag or throw up, which is pretty impressive for your age."

She blinks.

"Really?"

Golda kisses her on the cheek.

"Really. I'm proud of you, my little Gilly."

Gilda blushes happily.

"Thanks, mom, Anon."

You tousle her hair.

"No problem."

Her mother gives her a squeeze.

"Love you."

Gilda looks away, still embarrassed by all the attention. Her eyes fall on your manhood.

"So, could you take over, mom?"

Golda gives her another kiss on the cheek.

"Sure thing, chickadee."

The older woman lets go of her daughter and slinks over to you like a lioness on the prowl. She pushes you onto your back before settling down between your legs. She eyes your dick speculatively. Then she wraps her breasts around your wet cock, and sucks on your head as it peeks out from between her marshmallowy slopes. You bite your lip, staring into her sultry gaze. With each stroke, she varies the stimulus. Licking under your glans, humming in pleasure, drooling on her boobs, and pinching her nipples. Gilda watches from the side, enraptured by her mother's performance. Your hips buck and thrust uncontrollably. Your sight fades as you draw closer and closer to release. Golda crushes her tits tightly together, pistonning your member through her dirty pillows. You cry out, blinded by the excruciating pleasure of cumming into her mouth, her breasts relentlessly stroking your length until you are drained dry. You collapse back onto the floor. Gilda looms over your face.

"Mom's pretty great, huh?"

You give a weak chuckle.

"That's an understatement."

Then Gilda is abruptly pulled away. You sit up just in time to see Golda lock her daughter in a deep kiss, your cum swirling between their mouths and dripping from the gaps between their lips. You can only stare. Golda finally breaks the kiss, swallowing, then scooping up what cum was on her chin and swallowing again. Gilda tilts her head to the side, swishing your cum around her mouth. She finally swallows.

"Tastes like... fruit punch? Faintly."

Golda licks your cum off her daughter's chin.

"No, that was me. Good try though."

Gilda raises an eyebrow at her mother. Golda wipes her face absently.

"Yes?"

Gilda turns to you.

"Could you help mom out? Dad doesn't come home until later, so she'll be waiting a while if you don't."

Golda blushes.

"You don't have to, you're our guest, and-"

You place a finger on her lips.

"I'm just returning the favor."

She licks your finger. Oh, it is on.

You leave Golda laying on the floor, panting and twitching. Gilda doesn't say much during the drive to the mall, but she is a lot friendlier towards you. You hope that can stretch to cover the other people at school, but you're just glad for some improvement.

The two of you stand in front of the mall map.

"Anywhere you want to try first?"

Gilda crosses her arms.

"I'm trying to get normal guys to fuck me, right?"

You shrug.

"Pretty much."

She sighs.

"Then let's go to Colts."

You give her a comforting pat on the butt.

"Lead the way."

You stand outside the changing room, which you are somewhat surprised exists here. You suppose full body mirrors would be somewhat expensive to put everywhere, and it is probably considerate to avoid arousing any of the other customers. A woman approaches, dressed in an elegant white blouse and a charcoal pencil skirt. Her employee ID hangs from a lanyard and dangles just over the crest of her bust. The woman smiles politely, brushing her long tresses of red hair back, emphasizing her modest cleavage.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"

You gesture towards the changing room.

"No, I'm just waiting on a friend."

The woman nods.

"And would you like some relief while you wait?"

You shake your head.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm fine."

She glances around, then runs her hand over your crotch, giving your dick a quick squeeze through your pants. You choke back a yelp. The woman winks at you.

"No need to be modest. I'll be around if you change your mind."

You can't help but stare as she sashays away. Nice.

You feel a tapping on your shoulder.

"What do you think?"

You turn around to find Gilda tugging at the bottom hem of a denim skirt that barely reaches mid-thigh, white tights underneath.

"Looks nice, try walking back and forth."

Gilda shrugs and starts pacing. You walk around her, admiring the way the skirt rides up a little when she takes a long stride.

"Shows off your legs well, and teases a bit. Try bending over?"

She obeys, hands resting on her shins.

"Need some relief already?"

You eye her just barely visible panties, and the beginning of the curve of her ass.

"No, but I'm getting there. This is a great pose for what you want."

You give her pussy a stroke through the tights and her panties.

"Hard to ignore the message your sending here."

Even as you watch, the fabric darkens with her arousal. Gilda straightens up and faces you, cheeks red, but grinning.

"Maybe these clothes aren't as lame as I thought. Let's find some guys and test it out!"

She grabs your hand, but you don't budge.

"You should probably pay for those first."

She gives a weak chuckle.

"Might be good."

That taken care of, the two of you prowl the mall, looking for likely targets. Gilda makes a point of walking in front of you, swaying her hips with each step. It's funny, she has such a harsh reputation, but once you gave her some sincere "compliments" she warmed up to you pretty quickly.

"Found some! I'm going in!"

You belatedly call out.

"Good luck!"

She gives you a backhand wave as an acknowledgement. You hang back and watch her talk to two freshman-looking guys. They look pretty relieved to see her, and follow her to a secluded corner. You settle down far enough away that you can't here the sounds over the mall music, but close enough to intervene if necessary. Gilda pulls down her skirt, tights, and panties in one motion, and bends over. One guy comes up behind her and starts pounding away. The other stands in front of her, and she grabs onto his hips as she blows him. You keep an eye on her, watching for signs of panic or anything, but she must have not decided to try deepthroating again. A few minutes later, the guy pulls out of her pussy and Gilda gets down on her knees. She has a cock in each hand, pointed at her wide open mouth. The guys cum quickly, splattering her face even as most of their semen makes it into her mouth. She gives them a few more pumps, drawing out the last of their load onto her extended tongue. Then she swallows, and the three start to put their clothes back on. There is some quick groping of each other, and then they go their separate ways. Gilda skips over to you, gathering the jizz from her face onto her fingers and licking them clean.

"Looks like it was a success."

She beams at you.

"Hell yeah! They kept saying how hot I was and stuff, it was great!"

You chuckle.

"Good for you. I'm pretty sure if you are this proactive at school a few times, you'll have guys coming to you as much as you like."

She rubs the back of her neck.

"Thanks, Anon. You're pretty cool for a teacher."

You smile at her fondly.

"And you're a pretty cool for a student. Ready to head home?"

Gilda licks her lips nervously.

"There is one more thing. I kinda didn't get off with those guys, so could you help me out? You can cum inside me if you want."

You ruffle her hair and she pouts at you.

"Sure thing, Gilda. Lead the way."

She grins.

"You're the best, Anon."

Then she grabs your arm and nearly sprints to the nearby restroom. You pass the stalls and enter into an open booth. Gilda draws the curtain behind the two of you, and you start removing your clothes. You sit back on the small couch, admiring your student's athletic body as she sheds the last of her clothes. She straddles your lap, her tits level with your face. You waste no time in sucking one of her nipples into your mouth and circling it with your tongue. Gilda breathes in with a hiss, cupping the back of your head and almost mashing your face into her breast. You rest a hand on the swell of her hip, while lining yourself up with the other hand. You press down on her hip, and plow slowly into her depths. She growls,

"I've been waiting for this all afternoon, fuck!"

You thrust into her, deep and slow. She matches your rhythm, staring at you through half-lidded eyes. You hum against her boob, making a noise of appreciation. She jolts in your lap as you grab her ass with both hands, kneading and spreading. Gilda bites her lip, writhing while riding your cock. Her humping and wriggling jostle her breast from your mouth, though she doesn't seem to notice. To be fair, she feels so good on your dick and in your hands that it's hard to think straight.

"Damn, but you are one sexy woman."

Gilda grins at you.

"You bet your ass I am!"

She lowers herself against your chest, soft and warm. The kiss she gives you is fierce and passionate, filled with a desperate need. You answer in kind, your tongue fighting a battle that can only have two winners. Your hands take in every inch of her body, feeling the muscles ripple under her skin as she impales herself again and again on your cock. You growl in primal satisfaction, picking up the pace of fucking your hot student. She clenches around you at the sound. Gilda breaks the kiss, gasping and panting for air.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck me!"

She chants it like a prayer, her arms wrapping around you, her hands clutching at your back. You grin a savage grin, slamming into her with wild abandon. She stares at you with naked desire, head bobbing slightly with every motion of her bucking hips.

"I'm gonna cum! Fuck me, I'm gonna cum!"

You stroke her back, a gentle motion in contrast to your vigorous attack on her pussy below.

"That's right, cum for me. You've been a good girl, you deserve to cum."

She whimpers, clutching you even more tightly. You can feel every curve of her body pressed against you as she orgasms. You slow down somewhat, drawing out the moment as she clamps down on your dick and moans. Her body shudders with pleasure, covered in sweat, slick against your own. You keep a slow rhythm as she regains some coherency. Gilda stares at you in blank incomprehension.

"You didn't cum."

You nod.

"Not yet, I haven't."

She blinks.

"Not yet?"

You slowly increase the pace of thrusting into her drenched pussy.

"Oh."

Your hands find her ass again.

"Oh!"

She starts panting, staring at you with wonder and a little bit of fear.

"Oh fuck me."

You pick up the pace again.

"Working on it."

Gilda manages a weak chuckle before she begins to moan in earnest. You pound away, grunting with exertion. She feels so amazing, you literally cannot stop yourself from fucking her stupid. You draw her back into a kiss, delighting in her taste. She whimpers into your mouth, fervently matching your motions. As she begins to tense up, you are also getting close. Every nerve in your body, every instinct you have is telling you to breed this girl. She has surrendered her body to you, breaking the kiss to whisper in your ear.

"Cum inside me, Anon. Give it all to me."

You crush her against your chest, holding her tight as you crest a wave of pleasure. She shudders once more, her pussy worshipping your cock with desperate fervor. You answer the prayer of her body, surging and firing, coating her insides with your seed. Her moan becomes a whimper, then a hum, until finally she's practically purring against you. The two of you bask in each other's warm embrace, fluids intermingling. Eventually, Gilda speaks.

"Anon?"

"Yeah?"

"That was fucking amazing."

You chuckle.

"No, it was amazing fucking."

She giggles.

"That too."

Chapter 6

Saturdays are meant to be peaceful, relaxing. This goes double for Saturday mornings. Which is why you are sure the judge will rule what you are about to do as involuntary manslaughter, once you find out who has been ringing your doorbell at 8 in the morning. You open the door, clad only in a pair of black boxers. In retrospect, that may have been a poor choice.

Your tormentor is some high class woman, with carefully styled purple hair, a gold necklace, and a teal dress that does a fine job of hinting at her curves while leaving something to the imagination. For her part, she looks you up and down. She doesn't seem to be too impressed. You hold back a sigh and reign in your murderous instincts.

"Good morning, Ma'am. What can I do for you?"

She forces a smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Mous. Aren't you going to invite me inside?"

You blink, then shrug.

"Alright, make yourself at home."

You head off to the kitchen and start brewing some coffee. You hear her close the door, and you call out,

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

You don't get an answer for several seconds. You hear footsteps on the kitchen tile.

"That won't be necessary, I doubt you have anything here that would be up to my standards."

You turn to find her seated at the kitchen table, looking down her nose at your humble accommodations. You sit down opposite her and cross your arms.
"So, would you care to introduce yourself, and your reason for visiting?"

The woman stares at you.

"You don't know who I am?"

You shrug.

"Someone from the board of education, if I had to guess."

She sneers.

"At least you know that much. I'm Spoiled Rich, wife of Filthy Rich, the man who owns this town."

You blink.

"Congratulations."

She gives you an odd look.

"Yes, thank you. The reason I am here is in regards to my daughter."

You lean back in your chair, trying not to show your nervousness.

"Does she need more swimming lessons?"

Spoiled Rich shakes her head.

"No, that is being taken care of. She said that you were... nice."

You blink.

"Thank you?"

She nods.

"You should be grateful for a compliment from my daughter. I have also looked over Mrs. Harshwhinny's report, and I wanted to verify things for myself."

You immediately relax. You aren't getting fired, arrested, or sued. Just good ol' sexy business.

"I'm happy to provide a demonstration, but would you be willing to wait until after breakfast and a shower?"

Spoiled purses her lips.

"I suppose this is the cost of dropping by unannounced. Yes, I can wait."

You smile.

"Thanks, I'll try not to take too long."

You stand up and grab some bread from the cupboard, tossing four slices in your toaster. You break out the large frying pan just to make things faster, and turn on the hotplate of your stove.

"What are you making?"

You glance over your shoulder to find Mrs. Rich looking at you with a bored expression.

"Fried egg sandwiches. Want one?"

Her lip curls.

"I'll pass."

You shrug, and fetch the eggs from the fridge, along with some cheddar and a bottle of sriracha. As you grate the cheese in two piles on the pan, you try to revive the conversation.

"So, when you aren't deciding the fate of the education system from your shadowy council of evil, what do you do?"

She lets out a dark chuckle.

"You joke, but you're far more right than you could know. Just the other day, the- hmmm, perhaps I shouldn't say."

You look over your shoulder again, feeling a little worried.

"Should I be preparing for a demonic incursion, hosting a terrorist cell, or massive layoffs?"

Spoiled rolls her eyes.

"None of the above. Our evil is purely for funneling more money into the community and lining our pockets with the excess."

You turn back to cooking, grabbing a spatula as the cheese bubbles and becomes deliciously crispy.

"Oh, if that's all. I'll let the peasantry know they can put away the torches and pitchforks."

"Oh, you call them that too?"

You pause. That sounded like a genuine question. You look back at her. She smiles pleasantly, head tilted in inquiry.

"Was that a joke?"

Mrs. Rich smirks slightly.

"I am sure I am entirely too wealthy to joke around with some minor employee in his home."

You chuckle, shaking your head.

"You're a real piece of work, Mrs. Rich."

The toaster pops and you turn back to breakfast.

"I believe you will find I am a masterpiece of work, Mr. Mous."

You plate the toast, squirting sriracha on two slices, then sliding the grilled cheese on top of that. You crack two eggs to fry in the cheese grease.

"I'll be looking forward to it. Any requests for the demonstration?"

Spoiled hums in contemplation.

"You do have lubricant, yes?"

You watch the eggs carefully.

"Indeed I do."

"Good. Then the penetrative portion shall be entirely anal, as I am too close to ovulation."

You twist your torso around and salute her with the spatula.

"Order received, ma'am."

She rolls her eyes and waves her hand dismissively.

"Yes, yes, as you were."

You flip the eggs, your kitchen filling with their delicious fragrance. You idly wonder how early she must have gotten up, to arrive on your doorstep fully made up and styled. You shudder at the thought. Early birds are unnatural. Soon enough, you scoop the eggs onto the toast and complete your sandwiches. You turn the stove off and carry the plate to the table. Spoiled stares at your breakfast in morbid fascination. You sit down and start eating. You're halfway through the first sandwich by the time she actually says something.

"I'll grant you, for how low class this is, it does smell good."

You gesture to the sandwich still on the plate.

"Feel free to have a bite, if you are curious."

She frowns, pressing her lips together. You shrug and keep eating. As you pop the last bite into your mouth, she sighs.

"I suppose one bite cannot hurt."

Spoiled delicately picks up the other sandwich and takes a bite from the corner. Her eyebrows raise.

"This isn't as terrible as I thought it would be."

You smile.

"High praise, coming from you."

She nods absently, then takes another bite. She stiffens, involuntarily swallowing. Spoiled turns an urgent gaze towards you. She croaks out,

"Milk, peasant!"

You quickly stride to the fridge, letting the door close on its own once you retrieve the jug. You fling a cabinet door open, grab a glass, and return to the table. Spoiled is sweating and rather flushed. You pour the milk, sliding the glass towards her. She takes deep gulps of it, until the cup is a little over half empty. You fall back into your chair.

"Sorry, didn't think it was that spicy."

She wipes her forehead and gives you a weak glare.

"I have a refined palate."

You shrug.

"Fair enough. Shall I finish the rest?"

She sips her milk and pushes the plate towards you.

"By all means. And take a breath mint once you are done."

In retrospect, eating eggs before kissing and such was probably a bad idea. Oh well. You polish off the rest of the sandwich and a tic tac or two in short order. Spoiled leaves the glass on the table as you head towards the bathroom. You strip out of your boxers, tossing them in the hamper. Your guest tilts her head.

"You really ought to be harder, in my presence."

You turn on the tub faucet, twisting the handle a handful of degrees into the warm side. You straighten and give her an unimpressed look.

"You are awfully critical, for someone asking for a favor."

She blushes slightly, her hand absently toying with her necklace.

"I didn't mean it as a criticism, I am merely accustomed to having more of an effect on men. For what it's worth, you are rather well-endowed."

You shake your head, amusement tinged with exasperation.

"Thanks, I guess. Want to join me in the shower?"

As you look her up and down, you find yourself rising to the occasion. Spoiled's eyebrows rise as well, and it takes her a moment to make eye contact again.

"No thank you. I'd rather keep my makeup and hair as it is."

You shrug.

"Understandable. You do look rather beautiful like that."

She can't help but smile at that. You step into the tub, drawing the curtain. After testing the water, you pull the stopper and bask in the sudden shower of hot water. You hum happily. Over the hiss of the water, you hear the rustling of silk.

"When you get out, do be careful not to drip on my clothes."

You poke your head out of the curtain. Spoiled is bent over, her red lace bra barely cupping her respectable tracts of land. She raises an eyebrow at you as she shimmies the rest of the way out of her skirt. You grin.

"Can't help myself, if a sexy woman is undressing, I must watch."

She steps out of the skirt and straightens, hands on her hips and a smirk on her lips.

"I always knew the lower classes had poor impulse control. As a treat, if you finish your shower quickly, I'll let you take off the rest."

You nod sharply.

"Deal."

When you do exit the bathroom, you find Spoiled browsing the bookshelves of your bedroom. She doesn't seem to have noticed you, so you sneak closer. Your eyes are drawn to her perky booty, her red thong doing nothing to conceal the bountiful moon. Your hands are drawn in by its gravity. You give her rump a good squeeze, and she squeaks in surprise. She glares at you over her shoulder, and you can't help but grin back.

"Sorry, my lower class poor impulse control got the better of me."

Spoiled rolls her eyes, then glances down at where your fingers are still kneading her ass.

"If you'll let me turn around, we can get started."

"As you wish."

You reluctantly let go, and she turns to face you. Her gaze flickers up and down your body, only briefly making eye contact with you. Despite her proud posture, you can sense some sort of tension within her. You put your hands on her shoulders, then slide them up her neck to cup her face. She gazes into your eyes now, cheeks lightly blushing, lips parted in expectation. You tilt her head up slightly, and meet her lips with your own.

She is soft and smooth, and accepts your tongue immediately. Spoiled tastes faintly of milk, and as her tongue wrestles with your own, of a desperate need. Your hands drift down, settling on her lower back and pulling her body against yours . She hums in contentment and wraps her arms around your neck. You aren't sure how long you stand there, sharing warmth, drawing comfort from the simple intimacy and pleasure from the increasingly passionate kissing. Then Spoiled moves her arms, exploring your body with her soft touch. You take that as a signal to move along in your task. One hand slides down and cups her ass once more. The other comes up to unlatch her bra. Spoiled breaks the kiss with a sigh of regret, but she gives you a sultry look as she casts aside her bra.

"I'm surprised it took you this long to go for your treat. I am rather impressed."

You cup her breast in one hand, the other still on her ass.

"It's not every day I get to enjoy a body like yours,"

Well, actually, it is almost every day, but that doesn't make today any less special. You continue,

"I fully intend to savor the experience."

Spoiled blushes, unable to keep a genuine smile from spreading across her face.

"Thank you."

You are a little surprised at the simple expression of gratitude, and by the sweet kiss she places on your lips. Abandoning your grip on her plush and bouncy anatomy, you hug her tight. She is soft and warm against you, practically melting in your arms. You deepen the kiss, your hands moving down to just under her rump. Spoiled reads your intention immediately, hooking her arms around your neck and her legs around your waist. You carry her over to the bed and lay her down on the sheets. You break the kiss this time. She smiles knowingly as you trail kisses down her throat, to her chest, and finally to her firm nipple.

"Good boy."

You alternate swirling your tongue around her areola and sucking on her tit. You play with her other breast, squeezing, pinching, rubbing, flicking. Spoiled arches her back, running a hand through your hair, sighing and whimpering under your ministrations. You hum in pleasure, glad to see her have such a good time. When you release her nipple from your mouth, she lets out a disappointed whine. It cuts off as you begin to kiss your way down her belly. You crawl backwards, between her legs and halfway off the bed. You bite the waistband of her panties, pulling them down. Spoiled helpfully lifts her legs as you drag your prize away

At last you open your mouth, letting the thong fall into your hand, only to set them aside. You grab her leg by the ankle, kissing a trail down her calf and up her thigh. Her breath hitches as you draw ever closer to her glistening treasure. Your lips brush her puffy pussy and her hips jolt. You proceed to kiss her other thigh, starting close to her knee. Spoiled looks at you with bleary irritation, her carefully styled hair delightfully mussed.

"Just eat me out already, peasant!"

You chuckle.

"Yes ma'am."

You descend upon her flower, licking up and down her slit. She hisses, then sighs as you lap at her juices. The scent of her feminine arousal fills your senses. You lose yourself exploring her pussy, memorizing her every twitch and moan, lavishing her clit with as much attention as she can stand, then diving once more between her folds. Her fingers snarl in the sheets, her legs alternate between being splayed wide in complete surrender to your tongue, and clamping around your head as she urges you not to stop. Spoiled pants and moans, writhing on your bed, looking more beautiful than ever before. You press on, exploring and exploiting her depths. Her legs clamp around you once more, one hand clutching at her breast, the other pushing your head down between her thighs.

"Oh stars, yes!"

Her body bucks and writhes uncontrollably, wracked with pleasure. All you can taste is her ecstasy, all you can smell is her arousal, all you can see is her silky smooth skin shining with sweat. You drink deep of this beautiful woman. In time, she releases her hold on you, laying limp on the bed with a blissful smile.

"If anything, Harshwhinny understated your talents, Mr. Mous."

You grab a tube of lube and start applying it to your fingers.

"To be fair, she skipped the oral portion of the examination."

Spoiled chuckles.

"Typical bureaucrat. Always cutting corners."

You shrug, not knowing or caring about whatever stratification went on behind the Board's doors. Instead, you work your lubed up middle finger into Spoiled Rich's ass. She gasps at the stimulation, her hips bucking once. She gives you an amused look.

"You're relentless, you know that?"

You wink at her.

"It's part of my charm."

She spreads her cheeks slightly.

"Is this w-"

You push your pointer finger past her puckered entrance, pumping the two fingers in and out.

"Oh~, yes, is this what the help calls charming someone these days?"

You squirt some lube onto your cock and toss away the tube.

"No, but that's next."

You give your cock a few strokes to coat it. Spoiled eyes your manhood with blatant greed, her hands pulling her cheeks apart. You press your dick against her rear access and she moans softly. You thrust slowly, watching her face for any twinge of pain. For her part, she arches her back, practically purring. You hilt with a grunt, savoring her tight heat along your length. Spoiled clamps her thighs against your waist and sits up partially to latch onto your shoulders. You raise an eyebrow as she pulls you down on top of her. She smirks, then rolls the two of you over. You yelp as your back hits the sheets. The woman laughs smugly, her breasts resting lightly on your chest.

"Did you really think I would be the bottom? How cute."

You slide your hands up her thighs as she straddles your waist, and then grip her hips

"Oh no, how will my pride ever recover?"

You pull out as much as you can, then slam your cock back up her ass. Her eyes roll back as she collapses against your chest with a coo. You grin.

"I suppose I'll just have to accept place in life."

Spoiled props herself up on your chest with her forearms, gazing at you with a wry smile.

"You make for a poor peasant. I'll have to promote you to some more suitable position."

She rolls her hips in a slow motion, her walls rubbing against your dick in a way that makes it hard to think through the pleasure. You groan, instinctively matching her rhythm. It takes you a moment to gather your thoughts enough to speak.

"And what would that be?"

Spoiled leans down, her lips brushing your ear to whisper.

"You'd make a wonderful bed-warmer."

Then she delicately bites your ear lobe. Your toes curl and you swear softly, your hips leaving the bed as you strain to shove every last inch of your manhood inside of her. She whimpers.

"Yes, just like that!"

You fall back, then thrust upwards once more, her ass slapping against your thighs as she impales herself upon you. You leave one hand to steady her hips, the other tracing along her side to cup her breast.

"I'll be a whore instead, they have more fun."

Spoiled leans into your touch, staring into your eyes with a sultry gaze.

"Suit yourself. But enough negotiating."

You don't get a chance to reply as she kisses you hungrily. Your tongues wrestle against each other, sometimes breaking the kiss to nibble on the other's lips. Meanwhile, she rides your cock vigorously, her body writhing and sliding against your own. The room resounds with the sounds of your and her appreciation. She groans huskily.

“Oh, how I missed this.”

You tweak her nipple.

“I can hardly imagine your husband leaving you alone, not looking as you do.”

Mrs. Rich slows her pace, looking down at your hand on her breast. She covers it with her own, her expression falling like petals from a flower.

“We still relieve each other, but…”

You reach up with your free hand and brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Something’s missing?”

Spoiled searches your face for something you cannot name. You give her a helpless smile. She sighs, closing her eyes.

"We don't kiss any more."

You sit up and wrap the once-proud woman in your arms. She rests her head on your shoulder. To be honest, you aren’t entirely sure where sex ends and love begins here. You have to confirm something before you can do anything else.

"Kissing me isn't cheating, is it?"

Mrs. Rich lets out an undignified giggle.

“No, nothing like that.”

She pushes you back into the mattress, crossing her arms on your chest and looking at you with a wry smile.

“I forgot you’re not from here. No, kissing is… you’re excited to have fun with your partner. You’re happy to give them pleasure, and you are enjoying being with them.”

Well, at least you’ve instinctively been using kissing right for this culture. The question is, what does it mean for a married couple to stop kissing? No excitement, not enjoying it. A chore. Your heart sinks for the woman on top of you.

"I’m sorry. Has it been like this for a while, between you and your husband?”

Spoiled averts her eyes.

“At least a year, now.”

She shoves herself upright with a frustrated growl.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this, it has nothing to do with you.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows.

“It’s not entirely unrelated.I’m supposed to listen, to help, to relieve. I think you have a hard time opening up, and I’m honored you feel comfortable enough with me to let yourself be vulnerable.”

Mrs. Rich chuckles weakly.

“I didn’t think I would be getting a full demonstration. Well, you’ve listened, we’re in the middle of relief, but I doubt this is something you can help me with.”

You shrug.

“Maybe not, but I want to try. You said it has been at least a year since your husband kissed you. I assume you haven’t kissed him for about the same amount of time?”

She frowns.

“That’s what I said.”

You sigh, sitting up. You’ve spent so much time talking that you’ve gotten soft, slipping out of her. She shifts a little at the sensation, but her eyes are fixed on yours. You cup her cheek with a hand, rubbing your thumb over her lips. You remember the tension she had before you kissed her at the start of this little romp.

“Spoiled, you can’t wait for him to kiss you. That has not worked and it will not work.”

Mrs. Rich scowls at you, grabbing your wrist.

“Get to the point.”

You let her pull your hand away from her face, though she doesn’t let go.

“I think you’re afraid that he doesn’t love you anymore.”

Spoiled’s grip on your wrist tightens, but not painfully. She keeps her mask of anger, but her eyes are almost pleading. You lean forward suddenly, kissing her on the lips. She pulls back in surprise, her free hand automatically going to her mouth. You smile.

“I think he wonders the same about you. Surprise him like I just surprised you. Show him that you still love him, that you are still proud to be his wife.”

Mrs. Rich pats her hair out of a nervous habit.

“You think that will work?”

You nod.

“I think so. You are a powerful, capable woman. You can do this.”

Spoiled graces with one of her genuine smiles.

“Thank you.”

She lets go of your wrist and slides off the bed, striding towards her clothes with firm purpose.

“Well, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I have a lot on my mind, as you can no doubt imagine.”

You recline on your elbows, taking the chance to ogle her lithe body as she slipped into her clothes.

“Some other time, perhaps.”

She flashes a wry grin at you as she shimmies into her dress.

“Of course, I always finish what I start. Besides, you’ve only been in one hole so far.”

You grin back.

“I shall look forward to the full experience.”

You get out of bed leisurely, fetching a fresh pair of boxers as she puts on her blouse. Spoiled walks into the bathroom, gazing at the mirror and combing her hair into some semblance of order. She rolls her shoulders back as she finishes, then gives her reflection a sharp nod. When her eyes find you again, they are bright and determined.

“Diamond was right, you are nice.”

You bow your head, accepting the complement.

“One does one’s best. Shall I walk your highness to the door?”

You offer her your arm. She rolls her eyes, but daintily places her hand in the crook of your elbow.

“You will address me as mistress.”

As the two of you make your way to the door, she glances sidelong at you.

”Would you prefer to be called whore?”

You chuckle.

“It could be fun to try out next time.”

You turn the knob and let in the late morning sunlight. Spoiled removes her hand from your arm and steps out onto your doorstep, turning to face you. There is the briefest moment of hesitation, then she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you down into a kiss. You hands begin to circle around her lower back. She abruptly breaks the kiss and pushes you away. Mrs. Rich smirks.

“Until then.”

You can only stare as she skips down the sidewalk and climbs into her sportscar. As she drives off, you shake your head. Hopefully she can patch things up with Mr. Rich, but who knows. What you do know is that it has been altogether a strange and tiring morning and you need a nap. You close the door and stagger into the living room. You flop down on the couch, nuzzling into the cushions.

You’re going to need all your energy for tomorrow.