Himekore vol 39 Sentensei Chijo Shokogun – Scene 2

The classroom door creaked open, and in strolled Yumi, the youngest and most mischievous student in the school. Her short pleated skirt swayed with each step, barely covering her pert backend. The top buttons of her crisp white blouse were undone, hinting at the teenage curves hidden beneath.

Yumi approached the teacher’s desk where Mr.ichi sat, grading papers. He looked up and his eyes widened slightly as he took in the student’s suggestive outfit. “Miss Yumi, so kind of you to join us today,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement.

Yumi flipped her long ponytail over her shoulder and perched on the edge of the desk, crossing her slender legs. “Oh Mr.ichi, you know I couldn’t resist,” she purred, “I just love our… private lessons.”

Mr.ichi cleared his throat and averted his gaze, trying to appear professional. But the tent forming in his slacks told a different story. “Miss Yumi…” he started to protest.

Yumi cut him off with a finger to his lips. She swung her legs over and straddled him on the chair, her skirt riding up to reveal lacy pink panties. “Shhh,” she cooed, “we both know this is what you’ve been waiting for all day.”

She ground her hips against him and felt his growing arousal. Large hands gripped her waist, fingernails digging into her soft skin. Yumi moaned softly, arching her back. The blouse gaped open further, exposing her perky breasts encased in a delicate lace bra.

Mr.ichi surrendered to temptation, his mouth latching onto one stiff pink nipple through the thin fabric. Yumi gasped as jolts of pleasure shot through her body. She fumbling with his belt, undoing it with shaking hands. His hard length sprang free and she stroked it gently, feeling it throb under her touch.

Mr.ichi’s hand slid up her bare thigh, teasing along the edge of her panties. He tugged them aside and slipped a finger inside, groaning at the wet heat he found. Yumi whimpered and rocked her hips, riding his hand. “Please…” she begged.

The word hardly left her lips before Mr.ichi stood abruptly, spinning and bending Yumi over his desk. He flipped up her skirt fully, revealing the perfect round globes of her ass. He smacked one cheek playfully, then the other, watching them jiggle. “Naughty girl,” he scolded.

“Yes, I’m your naughty girl,” Yumi panted, eyes glazed over with lust as her panties were pulled down to her ankles. She spread her legs wider, presenting herself to him. “Take me, Mr.ichi. I need you so badly.”

He obliged, gripping his cock and sliding it between her soaked folds. Yumi cried out, back arching as he entered her. He She felt so good- hot, tight, and slick. Mr.ichi pistoned his hips, thrusting deep inside her. Yumi matched his pace, sliding back to meet each forward push. The salacious sounds of skin slapping skin and their mutual moans filled the empty classroom.

Yumi braced her hands on the desk, fingers curling into fists as the tension built inside her. The cold, smooth surface pressed against her burning cheek and the side of her breast. Her blouse had slipped down one shoulder. Violin-style, her long legs quivered, the thigh high stockings adding to the erotic sight.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Yumi’s breathy cries grew faster and louder as she climbed rapidly towards climax. “Mr.ichi! I’m so close! Don’t stop…”

As if she needed to beg, his pace only increased, hips snapping as he drove into her again and again. The desk rattled against the floor. Mr.ichi’s fingers sank into her hips hard enough to leave marks. Yumi’s inner muscles clenched around him, urging him to finish what he started.

“Oh god, Yumi!” Mr.ichi growled, right on the edge himself. “You feel so fucking good. I’m going to fill you up…”

“Yes! Yes, please! Fuck me, Mr.ichi!” Yumi scrambled to push back onto his cock, desperate for more, for everything. She felt him swell inside her and then he was coming, flooding her with hot seed. Her own peak crashed over her and she shuddered, a primal scream tearing from her throat.

Collapsing forward onto the desk, Yumi panted for breath, aftershocks still wracking her body. Mr.ichi slumped over her back, hands caressing her sides gently as they trembled together. As their heart rates returned to normal, he carefully slipped out of her, enjoying the view of his essence trickling down her quivering thighs.

Yumi hummed contentedly, slightly dazed. This had been even better than she imagined. She doubted she’d be able to focus in class afterwards. Better late than never, she figured with a grin. Class dismissed.