Let him fuck you

"I can't believe I did that again!"

Mr. Reynolds sat, rubbing his sensitive asshole as you cleaned yourself up with the rag. You began to get another idea forming in your mind. You slip the ring into your pants, and onto your arsehole, just as your teacher comes to his senses.

"It was you!" He yells, "You're doing this to me! You're turning me queer!"

"I don't know what you mean?" You smile innocently.

He grimaces.

"Fuck. You."

"If you want to." You grin.

Mr. Reynolds scoffs, walking to his desk. There, you focus on the side of the desk, where your hole appears. Initially, he doesn't notice it, but when he turns around, he sees your quivering hole by his desk.

"What in th-" he begins, before widening his eyes, "Not again…"

He falls to his knees, and leans in, giving a tentative lick to your hole. You moan, shifting at your desk. Slowly, Mr. Reynolds increases in pace, lapping at the hole in front of him. You squirm in your seat, holding onto the sides of your desk. He begins to make love to your asshole, snaking his tongue inside and darting in and out. You moan without remorse, loving the feeling of your teacher's stubble on your ass as he eats you out. But it stops.

"Wha…" you weakly say, as you see him stand.

He brings a finger to your hole, slipping it in. You buck at the intrusion, but welcome it. Mr. Reynolds slowly adds more, fucking you with three in no time. Finally, he withdraws them, leaving you with a sense of emptiness.

"You ready, Patterson!" He growls, lining up his cock with your arsehole.

"Fuck me!" You gasp.

He guides his cock into your hole, sending you into a state of pain and pleasure.

"Oh… you're tight, kid!" Your teacher moans, "I love a tight arse…"

He begins to thrust, faster and faster. You're bucking in your seat, moaning at the throttling intrusion. Feeling confident, you stand, shakily, and move towards him. Bringing your dick out, you guide it towards his hole.

"Wha- no!" Mr. Reynolds says firmly, "You are not pu- AAH!"

You thrust inside him, and begin fucking him. After protesting about the intrusion, he begins to quieten down, and begins to build back his momentum in your ass. Both of you are in double states of pleasure as you both get fucked from both sides. His grumbles of his heterosexuality and family also quieten down, as he gets right into your arsefucking, from both sides. You grab his meaty pecs, which sends him over the edge.

"Oh… ah… I'm… oh… OH YEAH!" He cries, as he orgasms for a third time in only a matter of an hour and 20 minutes.

This sends you over the edge, as you shoot a second load up his arse.

"Oh fuck sir… take my load… fuck my arse… ungh…"

You both fall to the ground, spent from your exciting detention. You realise that Mr. Reynolds will probably know it's you now, and begin to worry about what he'll do. Suddenly, you get an idea. Pulling off the ring, you bring it back to your mouth.

"Matt Reynolds will forget everything that has happened in the previous hour and a half, thinking I was only doing homework. He will think that his ripped clothing came from a flexing too much. He will also remember the pleasure of having his arse and pecs being played with."

Praying it will work, you slip the ring over your cock, and aim it next to Mr. Reynolds. He suckles on your cock slightly, as the ring vibrates. Taking the ring off, you go to pack your stuff up.

"Bye sir." You say.

"Bye John, I'm sorry about all the clothing." He says, "I didn't expect my clothes to rip."

"That's… perfectly fine." You smile.