Peace Disturbed (Part 2)

I placed my other hand around her on the other cheek. Giving both peaches a hefty squeeze felt amazing, a firmness that spoke of a woman that took care of herself, while still having that roundness of a CEO that was stuck inside all day.

Next I got my mouth involved, kissing her neck as she tilted her head to let me in. Her tastes were divine, and I continued to rapidly attack her body all the way down as my knees sank me to the floor, only stopping briefly to give her chest and naval some extra attention. All leading me towards the real prize: a principal’s perfectly prim and proper pussy.

With my hands still squeezing her ass I got to work lapping her front. I leaned in and flattened my tongue against her slit. A sharp yet clean saltiness that I’d come to love and made my own body ache with need. I heard a sharp intake of breath from above. As stoic as she was trying to seem, I could tell she was enjoying it. Her hips shifted forward, quietly begging me for that little bit more.

Obviously I obliged. My tongue traced her delicate folds, learning her rhythms. I alternated between broad, firm strokes and pointed, flicking movements against the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex. Still mauling at her rear to feed the dual attacks. Her focus would drift to my hands groping her ass for only a second before ripping her back to my tongue with a clit flick n’ lick. Every twitch of her muscles, every soft sigh that escaped her lips, was a tasty as fuck victory. I was unraveling this ice queen, and she could feel it too.

“Haa… I b-believe I am beginning to understand…” she groaned, hands shifting from her sides to run through my curly hair.

Between the laps I threw her a lowered eyebrow, “Understand?”

“I was… impressed by you acquiring four girlfriends… and how you managed to convince them all to share you…” said Mitsuru. Eyes closing intermittently as she enjoyed my licking. “At least I know… how you plan to keep them enthralled… mm…”

“Hehe, yeah, I’m a lucky guy.” I chuckled, redoubling my efforts on her pussy, “Who knows how I managed to bag four amazing girls.”

Her hands that had been pushing my head closer to her changed their tune, instead running through my hair supportively. “I am sure the reasons are obvious to them. Perhaps you have more charm than you realise, Amamiya. I had a friend who was at the peak of physical fitness, with a face that drove women wild, yet felt confused when they threw such volumes of attention at him.” Sounds like quite the character. “I’m sure you realise women would find you very handsome too, correct? …b-because u-um…”

Holy crap, she skipped right from supportive older woman teacher mode to a blushing school girl! I’m down here naked and licking her pussy… and she can barely look me in the eye!

“Y-you have successfully made me wet! Stand up, Amamiya!” she ordered, and I quickly obliged. Her pussy had certainly enough lubricant dripping from her walls now, but her focus seemed much more on studying my face. “Yes… you certainly do have quite a stunning look… I have an actress friend that could potentially find you roles if you ever thought of becoming an actor…” she mumbled to herself. It was like she was looking at me for the first time, noticing how devilishly handsome I was. Again, not really my fault this time, but it is somewhat an ego boost. “C-could you show me how you would… k-kiss your fellow s-students?”

“Absolutely,” I said, quickly reaching up to lock lips with the beauty. Hey, the less opportunity she has to ask questions, the better.

She tasted divine. Red plush lips that seemed much more wanton than she’d verbalise with them. Mitsuru was slightly taller than me, so I had to tilt my head up just a little, yet suddenly with her new hunger the power still felt shifted in my favour. The way her hands seemed to be so eager to explore my muscles, delicate fingertips tracing each part of my back as she tried to pull me closer to her. Breasts pressed against my chest, nipples becoming hard points of desire that felt no shame in our passionate embrace.

This is how I would kiss the others after all.

Her hand began to explore lower and lower. Trailing down my chest and abdomen to find new territory for the heiress to claim. My sexy principal delicately wrapped her fingers around my cock, and I couldn’t help but groan slightly into her mouth from the motion.

“Such size… at least there is a single boon to your condition…” she purred, assessing my girth with her long digits before running them along its length. “And such a boon it is…”

I couldn’t really argue with her. My mind was too focused on the pleasure. Slow methodical movements ran up and down my dick as her grip fastened firmly around it. Mitsuru’s pumping began matching her tongue’s flicks around my mouth. I felt like I was just along for the ride, holding her hips as she set the tempo. Exploring my dick, thumb brushing over my sensitive head to spread a glob of precum that had gathered there.

My dick was pretty resistant to exploding early, but man was Mitsuru giving that reality change a run for its money. The faster she pumped my dick with one hand the more she seemed to eagerly push me into her with another.

My groans oozed into her mouth uncontrollably, until she voraciously gave up the spot on my mouth to attack my neck instead. Licking and nibbling at me while her hand went wild up and down my shaft.

“Ah~!” I gasped, “M-Mitsuru!”

I think the moan made her realise what she was doing, quickly tearing herself away from me as I shuddered in place. She looked super embarrassed, reaching over and rubbing the spot she’d smooched on my neck. Probably trying to remove her lipstick or perhaps a hickey.

“This foreplay examination is over. You pass easily, Amamiya.” she said, turning away before bending at the hips and landing her hands on her desk. “Now is the time for the real test. Do you have any protection in your wallet?”

“Yeah, give me a sec,” I said. I was still coming down from the pleasure high and scrambled to find my now condom filled wallet amongst my clothes. Always forget about these, so it’s good she asked that.

Thankfully Benzaiten didn’t give me a condom that was too small or some bs. It took a quick bit of fumbling, but I managed to place the pink plastic upon my pecker.

And hoo boy was I not prepared for the sight of her when I stood back up.

Mitsuru was leaning forward, arching her back, presenting herself to me. Her pussy juice was dripping down her leg, a slight shake to her thick hips as that round peach wagged in excitement for my cock. I could see her fierce eye still studying me over her shoulder, and as I stood I saw her huge melons waving back and forth below her. The sight of her, the powerful Kirijo heiress bent over and waiting for me, was almost enough to make me finish right then and there.

I placed one hand on the small of her back, feeling the subtle shift of her muscles as she braced herself. My other hand guided my cock to her entrance, teasing her slick folds with the plastic covered tip. She let out a soft impatient whimper, pushing her hips back against me.

“Amamiya… please…” she begged, clearly feeling whatever animal magnetism reality change I had on her.

I pushed forward, sliding into her depths in one slow yet powerful thrust. A shared gasp filled the room. Fuck me, she was tight, hot, and impossibly wet. Her walls clenching around me as I buried myself to the hilt.

“Ahn~!” I heard her groan, scrunching up some papers that had been on her desk as she shuddered in pleasure. “D-do you always manage to go so d-deep on your first th-thrust?”

“It’s a gift,” I chuckled, though I knew I had to keep her moaning more than asking questions.

I began to move, my hips finding a slow but increasingly steady rhythm inside my principal. I already knew the layout of her sensitive spots after my first thrust (the amount of sex abilities I had is crazy) so each thrust could be deep and deliberate, designed to hit that spot deep inside her that made her cry out. Her moans grew louder and more ****, with absolutely no fear of being heard by her new students in this sound proof room. We could create a cacophony of wet slick slapping sounds to accompany our joint moans as I slowly increased the speed of my rutting.

My belly was absolutely buried in her twin peaches as I continued to increase the pace. Leaning over her body to wrap myself around her, all as Mitsuru just spread her long legs further for me to do so. My head hovering over her long red hair, I reached around to grab at her tits. She made me grope for thirty minutes a day, so I may as well make the most of her huge chest while I’m here.

“C’est magnifique!” she screamed out in French, “Y-you’ll certainly do wonders for the after school club!”

“Maybe we should have you come in as a ‘guest lecturer’, huh?”

“I-I’d like that…” she admitted, whimpering as I once more slammed her most sensitive spot. “Oh gods… please do me harder, Amamiya!”

With a grin I obliged. My own need refused to hold me back as I slammed into her as quickly and as deeply as I could. The desk beneath us groaned as we rocked against it. I had straightened out my back to put as much **** as I could into my hips, holding onto her waist for dear life as her clenching walls pulled at my cock every time I thrust. Her juices were spurting so much down my leg, I could tell she was getting close too. The twisting clench of my stomach muscles was growing as I thrust into my principal.

With a final climactic thrust, I buried myself deep inside her. Our orgasms crashing over us in a wave of pure unadulterated pleasure. Her screams echoed in the soundproof room, spine curling as she struggled to stay standing even with the desk’s support, squirming around and ruining whatever hadn’t been disorganised during the rutting. My cum filled the plastic condom to create an expansive bubble inside her, pressing its boiling surface against her cervix.

I fell on top of her, still panting away as she continued to quake and shudder. I think I found a design flaw in my ‘five minute orgasm’ change, as now my cock was completely stuck inside her incredibly tight pussy that was still squeezing and chewing on my girth. Not to mention the bubble of cum inside her that I was attached to. My refractory period is already pretty low, so feeling the sensual walls of a woman for five minutes and not getting hard is gonna be tough.

“Haaa… ahhn~!” Mitsuru continued to groan. The way the older woman shuddered was very arousing, “So hot… your j-jism is so… nn!” she panted, another spurt of her juices spraying against her new desk. “It… it feels like my insides are burning… d-did your condom break? AAHN!”

“Shit! Sorry!” I burst out, falling backwards onto the nearby chair now that my tether had broken.

My cum flowed out into Mitsuru’s pussy, more than likely spreading forwards into her cervix and womb. I tried not to think too hard about breeding her, but it was pretty hard when my jizz leaked out of her perfect pussy right in front of me. The cream filled Mitsuru had still another few minutes of orgasm left, but was strong enough to throw herself from the desk and onto my chair.

I cradled my principal as she knelt above me. The sight of her lustful gaze looming over me, naked curvy body dripping with sweat, was incredible. Mitsuru descended upon my lips, arms wrapping around my neck while we rode out the last moments of her climax together.

“I should never have doubted you, Amamiya…” she finally said after we’d had a moment to breathe. “You certainly passed my inspection.”

“Nice…” I replied, still pleased I’d managed to tame the older redhead. “Sorry about the condom breaking.”

“Tis a formality these days. Safe sex is important, but fate will certainly decide against my siring an heir with one of my students,” she explained. I guess that’s true, condoms are probably now only used to ensure STDs aren’t transmitted. Or if the guy wants to ensure the girl doesn’t secretly want a baby. “And I trust you have no diseases?”

“Clean as a whistle,” I smiled, “Shall I go back to class now?”

“I suppose that is best,” she agreed, but clearly needed a few more moments before standing again. “Thank you, Amamiya. Your cooperation on this matter has been very considerate. If you ever need someone to talk to, I do hope you’ll think of me as a friend. Your condition…”

Uh oh, she wasn’t getting off. In fact her hand had subtly managed to find its way down my chest to gently caress my Mitsuru splattered cock. “Uhh… Miss Kirijo?”

“Hm? Oh, apologies. I believe your charm had me in its hold there for a moment,” she said, finally standing up from the chair. “I had a hopeful thought if we had the wherewithal and time for a second round? But I suppose that is just wishful thinking on my part.”

I blinked. I mean, I did have one more in the chamber of necessity. Plus she did just change time again to make lunch longer…

Ugh, this is a bad move, but I think the reality shift made me wanna go again. I must be developing some sort of adult woman fetish, smh.

Oh well, she’s down, I’m down, may as well rev my engine and really make it special for her! I stood from my chair with a hungry look in my eye that she seemed to respond to immediately. Smiling back at me with a slight bite to her lip. I summoned my Persona for a quick little Heat Riser spell to make it-

“You little… SCUM!”

“Huh?”

And then I was kicked in the chest.