Extracurriculars

Church bells rang, trumpets blared, and fireworks exploded. The planets had come into alignment, the fates conspired, and the gods had convened to bless John with this moment. At least, that was what he felt like when June’s warm and plush lips met his. He could feel a deep sense of both validation and vindication reach down into his very soul. He had received his first kiss from June Summers, and he was about to receive a whole lot more.

“You’re much too stiff, John,” June instructed. “Loosen up. Just let yourself melt into it.”

“Yeah, alright,” John nodded and pressed in to kiss her again. It was hard not to be so rigid when his body was so unfamiliar to this, but he tried to release the tension built up in his muscles. June’s lips did make that easier, an example to follow in softness and pliancy. Each kiss sent tingles through his nervous system. It took a few before he finally realized that his hands were simply laying slack against his sides while June was running her fingers through his hair. He corrected his negligence and wrapped them around her waist to caress her back.

“That’s better,” June cooed. She punctuated her approval with another kiss, this time parting her lips slightly to gently nibble John’s lower lip on the withdraw. The subtle pain was a jolt to John. He did not wait for her to pull in again, he chased after her with reckless desire, scattering art supplies to the floor as their bodies pushed against the shelving.

A notification popped into existence for only a fleeting instant before John dismissed it.

Lips continued to clash while John explored June’s body more and more. He relished in the steep curve between her waist and hips. He ventured a pinch of her ass and, after she jumped in response, wrapped his other arm around for a two-handed squeeze.

“Oh, you are getting into this, aren’t you?” June whispered into John’s ear. She ground herself against his groin, letting John’s rigid erection dig into her. John moaned, lost in the blissful feeling of pressing into a real woman’s body.

John continued to let his hands roam over June’s body and found himself relieving her of her blazer without thinking about it. She was happy to comply, shimmying the garment off her arms onto the ground. Naturally, it had the intended side effect of jiggling her tits back and forth. With nothing left to hold him back, John indulged a desire several months in the making. He dove face first into June’s cleavage and pressed her breasts against his face from both sides.

It was everything John had ever hoped. Soft, warm, smooth, and mildly fragrant, he would have happily spent the rest of his life between June’s breasts. She let out a throaty laugh in response, and pressed John’s head harder against her chest, shimmying again to let him revel in the experience. Hungry for more, John kissed and licked every inch of her cleavage his mouth could find. He couldn’t let any part of her get away from him, she tasted divine.

“Wonderful enthusiasm, John,” June practically moaned. She pulled John away from her chest despite his attempts to remain buried, pulling his gaze up to meet her lust-filled eyes and that mischievous smile.
“There’s time for more of that later. It’s my turn to taste now.”

John’s heart, already racing, skipped several beats as June knelt down in front of him and took hold of the hem of his pants. He swallowed hard and watched her undo his fly and work his pants down in disbelief.

“I love an eager dick,” she commented, lightly tapping the stain of precum on his boxers. The contact on the head of his dick sent such a shudder through him that he nearly bucked his hips in response.

Without further delay, June pulled John’s boxers down and exposed his rock solid cock. His experiments in Biomancy alone could not justify the increased size of the dick jutting at June’s face. John’s erection was raging, harder and fuller than it ever had been. It made him feel powerful, stoking the flames of his lust.

June smiled, then leaned in for a long lick.

The warmth, the slick texture and gentle pressure had John’s synapses exploding with pleasure. His legs trembled, his whole body alternated between feeling like a ball of pure tension and a bowl of jelly. One lick and he already felt like he could cum any second. Small wonder, considering the sexiest woman alive was an inch away from his cock. June giggled softly while she gently stroked his dick, well aware of the effects of her skill.

“I’ve wanted to taste this delicious cock for months, John,” June said between licks along the underside of his dick, her voice dripping with desire. “Forgive me, but I just couldn’t wait anymore.”

“Please…” was all John could muster. He clenched and unclenched his fists as they unconsciously drew closer to June’s head. She waited for him to take hold of her hair before diving in and taking his entire length into her mouth. John would have shouted in ecstasy had he any air in his lungs to do so. The sensation was overwhelming, hot and wet and enveloping. Nothing, no lube or toy John had ever tried on his own came anywhere close to the feeling he was experiencing.

June was finished gently teasing him; she switched to an enthusiastic and powerful cycle of bobbing and licking his cock with an ever increasing tempo. It wasn’t just the frenzied circling of her tongue around him that sent John’s hips bucking, or the texture of her cheeks when she applied suction, or the head of his cock scraping along the roof of her mouth, it was June. It was the fact that June Summers, woman of his dreams, was slavering over his cock that did him in. He clutched her head to his pelvis and came, hard.

June voiced no protest as John’s throbbing cock lodged itself inside her. She held firm as the first spurts of cum hit the back of her throat and closed her eyes with a deeply satisfied moan. She swallowed as he continued to cum. Combined with her moaning, it provided a vibrating massage on the head of John’s cock that sent him sprawling across the supply shelf. His vision failed him, as all of his neural processes were currently focused solely on the greatest orgasm the world had ever known.

Eventually, the pumping between his legs slowed to a stop. He felt the cool air hit his dick as June pulled herself off him. She smiled again and lifted John’s barely softening cock with her hands. It spasmed in her fingers, overstimulated as it was.

“So potent!” she remarked, thrilled. “I’ve swallowed my fair share of cum before but never a load quite like that. I know your characters tend to cum a lot, but I never expected it was drawn from life experience.”

John didn’t reply. He had several thoughts he considered voicing, but none of them seemed to matter very much. He’d barely done a thing, but going through so much raw sensation had him exhausted.

“That was incredible,” he finally mumbled.

June rose to her feet, still holding John’s dick. It had calmed some but refused to go entirely flaccid.

“Incredible is right,” she said, giving it a gentle stroke. “You could make a killing in porn, you know that?”

John was still floating down from the orgasmic high, but he was still able to process what she had said.

“I guess…” he said between heavy breaths, “I guess I’m just a little special.”

Now that he was looking at June again, John was stunned at just how beautiful she looked, even more so than usual. June practically glowed, vivacious and enrapturing. Maybe it was her chest heaving with apparent desire, or the line of saliva running from her mouth, or the fiery lust in her eyes. Whatever it was, however drained John was, he felt his cock stiffening again in her hands.

“Oh?” June felt the growing tool in her fingers and wrapped them more tightly around it. “Already so eager for me? Teen vitality is such a wonderful thing.”

She let go and rose to stand. What did not follow her up were her panties, which she had taken off in the same motion, kicking them to the side. Without warning, she took hold of John’s hand and pulled it towards her, thrusting it under the skirt.

“I want you to feel this,” she said between heated breaths. “I want you to see what you’ve done to me and take responsibility for it.”

What John felt was a drooling pit of heat. His contact brought out a quiver of anticipation, amplifying into squirming as his fingers began to move. June’s pussy was blazing hot and slicker than anything he’d ever felt. Curiosity as much as lust drove him to explore her folds, sinfully fascinated by the unique textures. June suppressed a moan as she tried to grind harder against him.

But the angle wasn’t right, he couldn’t move his fingers the way he wanted to. Tapping into recent learnings, John grabbed June’s hips and spun her around, something she didn’t seem to mind at all as she shouted in pleased surprise. He hiked up her dress with one hand and returned to her snatch with the other. Now he was able to work his fingers in longer, harder strokes up and down her labia, causing her to groan and gyrate while she sandwiched his cock between her legs.

John loved the feeling of his art teacher melting against him; it alone was enough to make him feel like he was going to explode again. Still, he continued to run his well-lubricated fingers through the folds of her pussy without hesitation. He made sure to locate her clit and gave the sensitive nub a firm press, rolling it beneath his finger. June squealed breathlessly in response. She grasped the sides of his legs and dug her nails into him, rocking her hips with spasmodic rhythm. Thrilled with the response he was getting, John tore down the top of June’s dress to expose her breasts to the open air. She wore no bra, making her already improbable tits even more impossible.

Not to say that was on John’s mind at the time. The only thing he cared about was grabbing the largest handful he could and squeezing. At first, June reached her hand up to his to press him even harder against her, but some switch seemed to flip in that moment. She broke out of his grasp and turned to face him, cheeks hot with desire.

“No. No more playing,” she said, voice husky and breathy, “I’m taking it now.”

June grabbed John’s collar and pulled him into the forceful kiss. He reciprocated, barely noticing that she continued to drag him away, out of the storage room, into the studio proper. He was practically thrown into a chair and mounted the instant afterwards. June’s burning hot pussy dripped juices onto his lap, hovering barely an inch above John’s raging erection.

“You want it as much as I do, right?” she purred, teasing his lips with the lightest touch of hers.

“Yes…” John mumbled. He could barely think clearly enough to understand her. Thoughts about the unbelievability of it all, about getting caught, about protection, about anything at all never came close to crossing his mind. The only thing running through his brain was the desire to ram his cock into his teacher and breed her. His hips bucked in a futile attempt to sate that urge, unable to reach his goal.

“Good,” was all June said in reply. The moment she had, she sunk herself on top of him, down to the hilt. John groaned from deep in his lungs as the pleasure enveloped him, but it was outmatched by the screaming moan that came from the woman on top of him. He could feel her inner walls clamp against him as she threw her head back in rapture.

There was little else he could feel, however; even his vision was beginning to go white as his body was rocked by another extraordinarily powerful orgasm. Just the act of entering June was enough to set him off. Hot cum blasted from his cock, splattering against June’s insides. His body quaked with each pulse from his groin, the sensation made even worse by the clenching of June’s pussy around him, milking him for all he was worth.

“That’s a good boy,” she sighed, shivering with pleasure herself. “Give me every drop, fill me up with that incredible cum! I’ll drain you dry-Ha-ohhhh fuck!”

June’s urges were interrupted by a sudden scream and a clenching of every muscle in her body. Neither of them moved, and yet John could somehow feel his cock reaching even deeper inside of her, still rock hard, forcing its way through the vice-like walls of June’s orgasming pussy.

Her skin was flushed almost entirely pink. June was still breathless when John took sudden hold of her hips the moment the last spurts of cum left his cock. He lifted her most of the way off him, eliciting a sudden gasp from June when he then slammed her back down. A splash of mixed fluids splattered to the floor below.

Repeating the effort sent June’s tits bouncing freely directly in front of John’s face. He did not hesitate to shove his head forward and latch on to one of her perfectly round nipples with his mouth. Another gasp, grunt, or some combination thereof escaped June as he did, and she pulled his head against her, as before. She began to work her own legs to pump John in and out of her, freeing up one of his hands to clutch madly at the breast he was not suckling.

Just one of June’s tits was impossible to hold, even if he were to use both hands, but that did not stop him from feverishly groping her pillowy flesh with reckless abandon. He sucked hard on her nipple, twirling his tongue about as if he had never before experienced taste before. He tugged, twisted, nibbled, and licked with everything he had. He could not breathe, so deeply buried in June’s breasts as he was, but he did not care.

All the while, June screamed in time with their tandem thrusts. John’s cock pounded into her tunnel of molten silk at an unreasonable pace, and it was not long before June came again. Her nails scraped the skin from John’s back and he gasped for air as her entire body flung backwards, threatening to send them both toppling to the ground. The pressure from her spasming pussy sent John over the edge just as quickly. He could feel the satisfying release of pressure from deep within all the way into June’s welcoming cunt. Primal gratification washed over him as the orgasm spread throughout his body, eventually rendering him limp.

The haze of lust and desire finally began to clear up. John was exhausted, barely able to breathe, let alone stay awake. He would question if it was real if his body was not still twitching sporadically in the memory of what had happened. His dick even squeezed out the occasional weak spurt of cum, refusing to let it end.

He did it. He had sex.

June, still sitting on him, still with his half-erect cock inside her, was stroking his hair. Her entire body seemed to be flushed almost red with the exertion, but her breathing was steady while she tended to her partner.

“We’ll do this again, John. Count on it,” She said, voice almost whimsical. “In fact, maybe we can-”

She was cut off by a harsh crashing sound that John barely registered. June snapped her head in the direction of the door, which was buckling under some unseen ****. A muffled cry came from beyond.

“By the Lady!”

There was one more slam, and with a sharp crack of splintering wood, John’s vision went dark.