You and Taylor Climax!

Your core begins to warm up drastically and your cock is practically oozing, begging for release. The same can be said for Taylor as her lips have become as wet as the sea, but an intense heat can be felt against your finger tips.

Your kiss has devolved into a slipping wrestling match, a match that Taylor is dominating you in as her tongue slithers around your own tongue and inside your mouth. For all you knew, kissing was supposed to be gentle, romantic, a little gesture of love. But Taylor’s kiss was aggressive, intensely sexual, and highly addictive.

But suddenly you pull away from the kiss, taking in a sharp breath of air before saying, “Fuck~ I think I’m gonna cum~”

You lean your forehead against Taylor’s, struggling to breathe as Taylor strokes your cock with aggressive, lustful intent. You look up to see Taylor’s tongue sticking out of her mouth, spit trailing down her lips. She looked hungry, like an animal stalking its prey in a bush, ready to pounce at any moment.

“M-Me too~” Taylor replies with a shaken, but sultry tone. You look down further to see her nude body once more, along with your fingers vibrating in and out of her. You could feel her pussy shake with each penetrating finger you shove inside her.

It was obvious to the both of you that your release was coming soon. At any moment one of you would topple over the edge and climax.

You stare into her eyes, her lustful, endearing eyes as you finger her faster and faster. You curl your fingers inside of her and that’s when you knew she made it overboard in pleasure!

Her breathing hitched for a second, going silent for just a moment before slamming her mouth against your shoulder! She bit down on your collar bone, just enough to silence her screams and whines as her orgasm hits her. You could feel her pussy squeeze tightly against your fingers before releasing for a brief moment, then went back to squeezing more. Despite that you continue to finger her through her orgasm, making sure she enjoys every microsecond of pleasure she is feeling.

You feel a sense of satisfaction, a sense of pride getting Taylor off with just your hands, a feeling you haven’t felt much since attending this crazy school. You wonder if this satisfaction is similar to how the woman here feel when they make you cum?

Speaking of which, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of pleasure as Taylor continues to jerk you off through her own orgasm. Was she just considerate or was this all instinct for Taylor to keep beating you off despite cumming her brains out herself.

Nevertheless, just as Taylor looses her jaw around your shoulder, leaving a small but decently noticeable bite mark, you begin to feel your own orgasm beginning!

“FUCK~ FU— Mmmmm~” You almost belt out, but Taylor manages to muffle your climactic voice with a kiss, a kiss that only enhanced said climax.

Every muscle in your lower body tenses up as your shoot cum out of your cock, feeling incredible as always. You close your eyes but instead of darkness you see blissful white light as you let your orgasm ride to completion. Taylor’s hand slows down, pumping you less and less till eventually she just holds your limp penis in her hand, lightly rubbing your cock and balls.

Taylor pulls her kiss back to let you breathe, causing you to let out a final gasp of pleasure. You look down at you and Taylor’s nude bodies, holding each other’s genitalia gently like a lost bird with a broken wing, except a lot more moist and sticky. You then look back up at Taylor’s eyes, which stare back with a satisfied, tender look.

“You did so good, Heath~” She whispered before giving you a peck on the cheek.

But this moment of tenderness would soon be rudely interrupted by a loud, and annoyed Claire screaming up toward you and Taylor.

“WHAT THE HELL! DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST CUM IN MY HAIR!?!?!!” Claire exclaims. Even in the dark, you could see a her fiery eyes staring up at you with murderous intent.

Suddenly, the lights flicker back on! The class comes back to view and everything can be seen, including the clear sight of cum in Claire’s hair, your cum of course.

You look around and see the class in an uproar, looking around at you and Claire, confused and taken back at the clear sight of Claire’s new hairstyle. Everyone except Sam, who seems to be trying to hide her laughter with her sketch book.

You then look down and immediately blush as you see Taylor’s hand all over your junk and vice versa. You are caught red (in this case white) handed pleasuring yourself and Taylor. The evidence was clear, and already you were beginning to panic internally.

“SHIT I’M GONNA GET IN SO MUCH TROUBLE WITH OPHELIA! THERE’S NO WAY SHE’ll EXCUSE THIS!”

“What do you mean? That isn’t cum!” Taylor says with unbridled confidence. You’re taken aback, looking at Taylor with bewilderment. She then quickly elbows you before whispering “play along…”

“Y-Yeah! Why would you think that?” You add on, still cupping Taylor’s pussy with doesn’t exactly help with your case.

“I don’t know, Maybe it’s because there’s FUCKING CUM IN MY HAIR AND ON MY BACK!!!!” She says before turning her back to show a clear cum stain along her back.

The class gasp in shock, gossiping amongst each other as judgment begins to pour throughout the room.

“Hmmm, it does appear to look like ejaculate to me, and McCoy does tend to be quite careless where he aims his penis.” Says Lilith, stroking her chin.

“I’d get masturbating in class, but could he really have it in him to cum on someone like that…” Beth says to Sophia

“I don’t know… he’s usually pretty careful when it comes to these kind of things…” Sophia replies back.

It seems that the room is split between whether you actually came on Claire or not, a suspension of disbelief you and Taylor could use in each other’s favor.

“Yeah! Why would Heath do such a thing? We were simply watching the video like good Christian students!” Taylor claims.

“BULLSHIT!!!” Claire exclaims.

“Language!” Prof. Hartwell says, her voice managing to pierce through the chaos.

“Really?! You’re gonna harp on me cursing when Nudie McCoy over here and this slut were jerking each other off the entire time!”

The room went silent for a moment as everyone was trying to collect on what Claire had just said. Cursing was excusable, but harsh name calling was a step too far. You also seem to notice Sam’s cheeks beginning to glow red and her expression looking angrier than before.

“First of all, that wasn’t called for! I’d much prefer you call me a whore! Second, how could you possibly assume we were doing such degenerate things?” Taylor replies, breaking the tension in the room. You’re astonished by how calm and collected Taylor is in this moment. Just minutes ago she was out of breath mid orgasm, all flustered and dazed, but now she was laser focused on defending not only herself, you your dignity too.

“YOU ARE LITERALLY HOLDING HIS BALLS! A-AND HIS HAND IS PRACTICALLY DIGGING INSIDE YOUR SLUTY SLIT!” Claire exclaims again.

“Ms. Redfield! You are to refrain yourself from saying such fowl language to a fellow student! If you continue this behavior I’ll have to report you to the chancellor!” Lilith says firmly, standing up and slamming her fist against her back of her chair.

“Are you serious?! How about you get Ophelia to kick this pervert out of here like she should’ve done in the first place!”

Things were staring to heat up in the classroom, the tension so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. You’re honestly amazed everyone in class isn’t immediately throwing blame onto you for cumming in Claire’s hair like they probably should.

“It would be unfair to McCoy to take his scholarship money and throw him away to the curbside. He deserves the right to education just like the rest of us!” Lilith argues.

“You gotta be kidding me! So cause we feel bad for him he gets to stay here and jerk off his tiny little cock to us like a pervert!? This is insanity!”

“Trust me Claire, it isn’t tiny, nor little. I’m measured it just to make sure~” Rachel replies from the other side of the class. Her comments make you blush even harder than you already are.

“Ugh! Forget about that! Let’s focus on the elephant in the room! Why are you two touching each other like that in the first place!” Claire asks right before a drop of cum falls down her forehead, causing her to frantically whip it away.