Gone in a "Flash"!

Eugene Thompson, or “Flash” as he was called, couldn't believe his luck. He had always been the top dog at Midtown High, and Empire State University. He got his pick of the women as the star quarterback of both teams. Hell, he had fucked the hottest girl in high-school, the head cheerleader, the Homecoming Queen, and then went on to do the same in college. He was always competing with Parker, the nerd, for women, and believed himself to be FAR ahead. He had stolen Betty Brant, Parker's crush, and was straight nailing Felicia Hardy, another of Parker's flings on and off behind Parker's back for years.

Now, as Agent Venom, a recruit for S.H.I.E.L.D., it looked like his luck was about to turn even better. He was enrolled in the pre-academy core class curriculum, and staring at the wonderful legs of his current “Alien Biology” teacher. Sure, there were a bunch of other young powered students, including Prodigy, Speed, Wiccan, Victor Mancha, Alex Wilder, and even some ladies like, Xavin,, Rose Red, Stature aka Cassandra Lang, but it was clear HE was teachers pet. The other girls were fawning over him, but his eyes were locked on Mrs. Susan Richards, the biology teacher, and her long firm legs and she sat on the edge of her seat and discussed the physiology of Arthrosian's, the species of Annihilus and his lackies.

The old man next to him leaned in, “You don't have a shot!” He whispered.

Flash shook his head and didn't even look to his left. Fucking Katzenberg. He shouldn't even be here. For some reason, someone high up had vouched for his abilities as a photographer. That would be needed on the frontlines in places like the Negative Zone. Though, Flash knew the fat loser would wash out. He didn't even bat an eye. He was too locked into Mrs. Richards. She was clearly flirting with Flash, he could feel it. Everyone in the class knew it. She'd laugh at his jokes and his antics, and often she was caught staring at him. Caught in the ol' Flash tractor beam, he told Wiccan and Victor Mancha. At first, they told him she was with Spidey now, according to the tabloids, that was her “man” when Reed was away. But now, no one had any doubt Flash was gonna get some.

Mrs. Richards held out the chalk in her hand, “Who can name this Arthrosian Villain?” She looked around the room, then went right to her “pet”. “FLASH!”

He got up and patted his hands, and winked back to the class. “Sure, Mrs. R.”

He reached for the chalk, and Sue pulled it back playfully. “It's not gonna be that easy,” she cooed softly. She turned her body towards him, moving her legs over the side of the table, as he walked by. Flash walked up to the board, and wrote “Deko” under the picture of Annihilus's Admiral. “You're the best Flash!” Sue nodded.

He turned to see that she had ever so slightly opened her legs so only he could see up her black leather tight skirt. He caught a glimpse of black panties with a white spider. Venom Panties! His heart raced as he sat down. Now he had no doubt, even if his face was flush red, and his cock was straining in his pants.

“Mrs. Richards,” Nick Katzenberg said, “I think Flash has been trying to stare up your skirt?”

Sue shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Not this again Katzenberg.” She really seemed annoyed with his presence. Flash thought it was because this was breaking the restraining order, which again came down from the top. He was allowed to participate as long as he behaved.

The entire class was dumbfounded. Some of the jokers “OOOoooooed” after he said it.

“Is this true Flash?” Sue gave him a seductive look, not that of an angry teacher.

Flash put his hands behind his head, knowing she had showed him the panties, the panties with his own symbol. “I tried to catch a peak!” He gave Katzenberg the finger. “You wouldn't even know what to do with what's down there!” Everyone laughed, even Susan.

But Susan Richards sighed, nodding her head, “Looks like someone has detention.” She winked at Flash with a smile.

The class, at least the boys, did and even louder “OOOOOOOOooooooooooo”. They knew what it meant. Flash was getting fucked.

Sue went back to her lesson, starting to draw an oddly accurate image of a male Arthrosian complete with long thin phallus. This must be why she is an expert, thought Flash, she knows of the anatomies of aliens even when its not in the textbooks. She seemed to be way more knowledgeable of the males, though she seemed versed in female anatomy to some extent.

Wiccan leaned over to Flash. “You're girl looks HOT today,” he said referencing her tight red sweater over a white blouse that was unbuttoned rather lowly. Her ass swayed as she walked in the tight black leather skirt, and her black strap high heels clicked on the tiled floor. “Her hair is hot like that,” Wiccan pointed to her hair which was all up and tied together at the top, “even if it looks disheveled...like she just got fucked...IF you know what I mean.” Wiccan looked at her white blouse under the sweater, there was a slight stain, and he noted some white crusty material on her skirt. “She looks like either she hasn't showered in a bit, or maybe she got fucked like an hour ago.” He added. “I bet she got fucked hard. By like Namor or something. Or Spiderman...I hear she's fucking Spiderman.”

Flash shot him a glance, “Have some class, know how to talk about a lady!” He chided his new friend.

They had no idea that Sue heard their conversation. “Thanks Flash,” she said apparently gleaming at his defense of her. “Now, if Wiccan can keep his eyes off my outfit, which F;ash and I think is just fine,” she glanced to Flash with a smile, “maybe he can tell us about Tyannan Race.”

Wiccan went about telling what he knew, and as the class continued, Sue and Flash were back and forth, flirting openly. At one point, Sue was biting into an apple from the basket Flash had brought.

“You like the apples Mrs. R.?” He asked with a cocky grin.

Sue bit into the apple as she leaned on her desk suggestively. The class could barely believe how much she was taking to Flash's advances. This was Flash though, so it wasn't surprising. He'd get her. He always did. Sue spoke softly, thinking about her words, “It'll take a LOT more than some apples to get in this teachers.....good graces!”

“Maybe I oughta bring in something juicer next time. More filling,” he thought about his next words for a moment, what he wanted to say would be HIGHLY suggestive, maybe too much even for their little games. He said it anyways, “Do you like “sausage” Mrs. R.?”

Wiccan, who sat to his right, had to look over to Flash. Did he just say that. They flirted yes, but that was a little much. He wasn't the only one surprised. Some jaws were basically on the floor.

The entire class was silent, and on edge, but Sue broke the ice with a shocking answer. “I love sausage. The bigger the better!”

Flash's smile widened. He had her. No doubt. “I'll bring one in, my own recipe!”

The blonde teacher looked at him intently, “Bring it in. If it's big enough I'll put it in my mouth...” She put her hands to her lips, realizing what she said. “I mean I'll eat it!” She quickly covered her tracks, her face flush red with embarrassment.

Flash didn't hesitate to respond, “It'll be FANTASTIC!” Once again, the entire class, even Sue laughed. Not Nick. He just sat quietly with a smug look.

As Flash and Sue flirted even more brazenly, Nick did try to get his own words in once and a while, but Sue would brush him off and wave him away like a nuisance. When she turned away, Wiccan looked over to Nick, “Cut it out, you don't have a shot. She's Flash's man!”

Someone in the back said loudly “Flash is getting an 'A'”, and Sue chuckled.

“Looks like he already has the 'D'”, she joked without missing a beat.

The class ended, and Sue grabbed Flash's arm. “Hold on hon,” she said. Then she stopped Nick right before he left. “Sir, I can't let you leave, you aren't getting any of this.” The truth was, he simply wasn't. He was failing every test, and constantly eating chicken in class, against teacher's orders. Sue ordered Nick to sit in the back and “watch”. Flash took his regular seat in the front while the other students cleared out. Wiccan shot back, “Get er Flash!” with a wink.

She locked the door, and then came back and sat on the edge of her desk again, biting an apple. “Now Mr. Thompson. What will I do with you?” She twirled her high heeled foot a few inches in front of Flash. With a loud crunch of the apple, she pointed to the board.

There was such confidence in her movement, such assuredness. It was too sexy for words, thought Flash. He didn't care if Nick was there, he'd do her right there, right then, in front of the slimeball. He should watch. Learn a thing or two. Despite this, Sue handed him the chalk. “I want you to write something!”

“Anything Mrs. R.!” Flash winked, grabbing the chalk.

Sue pointed to the board, the large portion without any writing. “Please write, 'Loser's who look up skirts can go fuck their fists with their little dicks!'” There was something in her haughty, yet sensual tone. There was an aura of passion behind her words. It made Flash's cock hurt from engorgement, even if he did understand the damning words.

“Are you serious Mrs. R.?” Flash asked with his cocky tone.

Sue nodded, and bent down, her red shirt and white under-blouse pulling apart slightly to expose her ample cleavage so much more. “Write it ten times baby!”

Flash huffed, “You are one dirty woman Mrs. Richards.” He said as he began to write the line the first time. “I read about it, but didn't believe it until now!” He wrote it out four more times, then asked, “You wanna go get a drink or go to a movie?” He looked back at her. Using lines from both college and high-school, as he felt like young putty in her hands.

“You're not done stud,” Sue pointed to the board and bit the apple again, her red lipstick coated mouth sinking into the fruit.

Finally finished, Flash dropped the chalk on the table. “So what do you say Mrs. R.?”

Sue turned away quickly, “I say you should think about what you wrote. It has some real truth!” Her demeanor quickly changed as she waved a hand towards the door. “I'll see you in class tomorrow,” she didn't even look over to him. “That line will still be on the board, so your classmates understand as you do.”

Flash knew he should be mad, but seeing her like this, in that outfit, with her confidence and bitchy attitude was really turning him on. He still had a shot, he thought. He had to. “So hot,” he muttered watching her as he moved to the door.

Susan called to Nick. “Now, Mr. Katzenberg, I want you to come up and write something on the board as well!”

Nick adjusted his dirty shirt. “Sure Blondie, whadyagot?”

Sue put her hand to her chin and thought for a second, knowing that Flash was still in the room. “How about, 'Real Men with Real Dicks have their teachers on their knees!”

Flash stopped and his eyes went wide, “You're kidding me?” He said and felt a forcefield push him hard. He turned to see the door open on its own, and was thrown out into the hall, as the door slammed behind him. He tried to peer in, but the window was heavily tinted with dark stained glass, blocking anyone from seeing inside. It was a class and an academy built on secrets after all. “FUCK!” Flash yelled. He thought about banging on the door, but he realized he better not. He wanted this position. But he wanted to know what was going on in the room so badly. She wasn't really going to fuck NICK KATZENBERG....

As Flash's turmoil grew just feet from the closed door, inside the room, Sue was doing just as Nick was writing. Loud slurping noises filled the room as she sucked and licked Nick's poll. Just like he was writing, Sue was on her knees gobbling his cock for all she was worth, savoring the sweaty tangy taste. Nick was having trouble writing the words, which were more like scribbles now. He couldn't even get the sentence out once on the board.

“I think I'm doing well,” Nick joked.

Sue looked up at him, “You're failing every test. You're not gonna make it Nickie! Sorry to say. I got standards as a teacher you know!”

“I think I'll be just fine,” he laughed.

Sue stood up and wiped off her knees. “You're my worst student, what makes you think that?”

Nick spanked her ass. “I'm fucking the teacher!” Nick pushed her roughly towards the door.

The Invisible Woman just let him shove her, she almost fell over as her heels clicked as she was moved forcefully. Nick was right, he was fucking the teacher, by now they had been lovers for months, and Sue was in sync with how Katzenberg's depraved mind thought. She walked over and put her hands on the large glass tinted windows. She felt Nick's hands pull up her black leather skirt. She looked through the window, able to see the large silhouette of someone outside the door. She didn't need her powers to know that Flash was still there.

On the outside of the door, Flash's hand were on either side of the large tinted door window. He took a step back when he saw two blurry shadows through the heavily stained glass. The clearer dark figure came close to the glass, and Flash inched his head closer to get a look. “THUD!”, the dark figure on the other side slammed against the glass, sending Flash reeling back. He almost fell over. The door began to rattle every other second, as if someone was hammering it. Not too hard, but a rhythm of soft bangs on the door. In Flash's mind the scene played out, where Nick was slamming his teacher, THE Susan Storm-Richards from behind, railing her right there, inches from his face against the door. It couldn’t be? She wouldn't? Not with him. It must be some lesson, where Sue was using her powers. Or maybe she was hurting him. He was a sniveling worm after all. Yes, that's it, she was beating the little guy.

Yet, he couldn't get the image of Nick Katzenberg fucking her against the door out of his mind. He had no idea, that he had been rubbing his crotch the whole time, as he played out the obviously fake sex scene in his head. He looked around. No one was coming, and wouldn't be for a half hour. He unzipped his fly, and fished out his six inch cock. It was just fine, he told himself, looking down at it. Mrs. R had no idea, she'd love it if she tried it. His head rested on the window, almost against the silhouette on the other side. His mind filled with images of him in the classroom giving it to Susan, as he KNEW Nick surely wasn't.

Inside the room, separated by only an inch of glass, Susan's head rested on the glass. Were it not for that one inch, Susan would be looking right into Flash's eyes, there heads touching. Flash may not like that as much as he believed as her pussy was being reamed by Nick Katzenberg from behind. Filled to the brim with his cock, he thrust and thrust causing her head to hit the glass each time he pulled back, and pushed forward. Her pussy was so full of his meat, that it gripped his fat twelve inch cock, and she moved back with him when he pulled back. Then it would bang the door as he thrust forward. She reveled in the slight pain.

An inch of glass away, and Flash was tugging on his cock, he looked to the figure on the other side, and knew it must be Susan, due to her size. Nick would be too small. She must be showing him something, couldn't be hurting him like he initially thought. She wasn't like that. Wasn't fucking him either. Flash knew it. If she'd only give him a chance, he thought picking up the pace of his masturbation. They would be wonderful together, “fantastic” even, if he only got the chance. If he only got one kiss, she'd be his, he thought, and closed his eyes moving his lips to the window. In his mind he was kissing her as his tongue lathered the window. His eyes closed, he didn't even see the dark shape of the head on the other side disappear.

“Most certainly NOT FANTASTIC!” He heard Sue's voice speak, and opened his eyes with a shocked gasp. She had used her powers to make the door invisible, as if it wasn't even there. Sue stood, with her arms crossed, fully clothed looking at the scene before her. Her eyes darted to Flash's cock in his fist, with a look that said “Really...that's all?” Nick was shaking his head laughing.

Flash's face winced. “SHIT!” He groaned. He was too close. And right there before his teacher, and his most hated rival, Eugene “Flash” Thompson came in his fist. His clear watery weak sperm coating his fist. “Mrs. R, I can explain!” He pleaded.

The gorgeous teacher turned away, signifying that his chance with her had “prematurely come” to an end. Her finger pointed to his words on the board, next to Nick's incoherent scribbles. “I know men, and all males are the same species to species. Especially the losers.” With that, the door came back into view.

Flash zipped up his pants and ran off. Sadly, and embarrassingly, his cock was still hard. Her most bitchy of demeanors was incredibly erotic, even after the humiliation. She was enthralling...intoxicating....FANTASTIC!

Back in the classroom, Sue had laid back on the table and spread her legs. She reached down and puled off the panties and flung them at the door. She began to rub Nick's swollen balls, “We can work something out for extra-credit!” She felt his tip rub her slick folds.

He was rubbing his head on her wet pussy, and easily slipped his tip in. He began to push his meat in hard, they didn't have time. It was two in the afternoon, and another class taught by another less attractive heroine was coming in at the half hour mark. “I'm juts gonna fuck you hard and fast Blondie, knock you up real good real quick!” He said pounding his meat into her as he pulled her closer to him.

Sue felt the prick inside of her, with the same thickness and wonder as the first time. It never ended with her lover Nick. Her eyes were rolling in her head as she put her hands through her hair. It was disheveled and greasy. Had she showered in days, had she washed her hair? She couldn't remember? Who cared. She was already cumming. Cumming from the blatant display they had just put on. Surely, Flash knew they were fucking now, and in time the whole class would know. It was kind of the point. As Nick pumped her hard and fast, his balls hitting her ass with “thwaps”, she thought about how hot it was to bring this tryst so public. At first, she wanted it to be hidden, but after a while, it was impossible to hide. They fucked and wanted to fuck everywhere and always. Their sex couldn't be contained.

It was the naughtiness of it going public that was driving her wild these days. Nick was taunting her now as he did daily. “I'm gonna knock you up good, then everyone will know who you're fucking and how much you love it!” Like the long time lovers they were, he knew how to get her off and quickly, pushing her to orgasm with each thrust.

“OH GOD! OH YES NICKIE FUCK ME! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!” She screamed not caring, almost wanting to be heard. Flash would hear, and then he would tell, and it would be out, and no more hiding. Never again.

Nick lifted her legs to his shoulders, to gain better access to her deeper regions with his cock. Who would have thought that of all the people in her life, the fat slob of a stalker would be the one to understand the finer things about fucking Susan Richards. About how to make her orgasm in seconds. That's the way two lovers were, true lovers, who were able to find the others favorite positions and things to say to drive them wild.

“I'm gonna do it this time, get you preggers Blondie!” He grunted.

Sue thought about the words again, as she always did. It reminded her of the Desare stories, written by Nick himself as Desare. Where the women would give in and just never turn back, always letting Nick eventually get what he wanted....them forever. Nightly Sue would read the stories, and get so wet she would finger herself, right next to as sleeping Nick, passed out from sex. Or right next to a sleeping Reed, passed out from science. The girls in the story sounded so free, and so wondrously happy. In that moment as she was fucked on the table she thought about paparazzi snapping pics out at some restaurant, where she held Nick's hand, with her fat pregnant stomach. “OH MY GAAWDD!” She screamed as it made her cream right there on his dick. The picture of a tall statuesque gorgeous blonde standing pregnant with the slimy sweaty fat father of her child.

“You want it don't you, you slut,” Nick cooed in her ear as he bent down over her, leaving his meat to quiver inside her. “You want this dick to hit your womb and knock you up!”

Sue was too far gone in sexual abandon, and the images in her head. For the first time, she reached up, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him close. “Yes...fuck your baby into me....do it Nickie...DO IT!” She closed her eyes as she kissed him deeply, letting go once and for all, playing the most dangerous game of Russian Roulette.

Nick on the other hand, had his eyes wide open, as he heard the words he longed to hear, but never expected. His cock began to pulse inside her as her pussy pulled him deeper. Her hips pushed against him to take him all in. He shot his potent seed deep up in her, finally feeling the full blast, and no forcefield to block his spurting cum.

Sue's head fell back with a thud on the table. The full power of his load hitting her cervix. His hot semen causing one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. One she would never forget. One she COULD never forget. “Oh God Nick...Oh My....So Wonderful.” She basically writhed under him, feeling his cum dribbled from her cunt.

Nick took a step back and began to blink quickly. “Think I mighta given teacher something more than an apple that time Mrs. R.?”

Sue adjusted her shirt, and began to button up. “Well, if you did, then you better be ready to start calling me Mrs. K.!” She wasn't going to have a bastard. Not this woman. She still had some morals. She pulled her skirt down. “Listen, we can deal with that later. Now its time to make sure Felicia understands everything.”