Never in my life have I been so angry, and for such a relatively insignificant reason. My now ex-girlfriend Andrea has always been slutty. A good type of slutty, I thought, but on this school excursion I seem to have been proven wrong by her deeds. I learned, from a good female friend of mine, that Andrea had decided to fuck with Theodore, another student from our school, whom I did not really know, but did not really mind either. While I never loved Andrea and only spent time with her so I could fuck her firm C-cups and her slutty mouth, it was imperative that I end the relationship, as she still wasn't worth the cuckoldry that apparently came with her. That is what I was angry about, and not the cheating itself - I did not want to part from her body and go back to cumming in the toilet, yet that was what I had to do. I was flirting with the idea of having one last revenge fuck with her, where I'd be super rough with her and after cumming on her face I would throw her out of the room, into the hotel hall, for everyone to see. While that would have satisfied me, I wasn't ready to face the consequences, should the teachers be notified and decide to punish me.
We were staying in a nice hotel in Italy. A small place, whose name I fail to remember. This was the last year of high school and this excursion was supposed to be the best one, where all of the girls were willing to give their bodies to us, and exchange bodily fluids. That may have been true, but I was having none of it, since I was too stressed out by something that should not have moved me at all.
I am a rather slim, but a generally good looking guy who is respected among his peers (except for Andrea, I guess!) and does not have trouble getting pussy, but is rarely satisfied with what he gets. I really am picky - that can be attributed to my strong preference for big tits that are not exactly rare, but certainly are not prevalent either.
After hearing what Andrea had done, I angrily entered my hotel room, where my only roommate, and a very good friend of mine, John, was hanging out. He was drinking from a rather beautiful and fancy bottle what seemed to be whiskey. However expensive it was, he didn't mind offering me some of it when I entered. I refused as I wasn't in the mood. Someone does care about me, however, and that is fortunate. Too bad that John was a guy and I was as straight as a ruler - I wouldn't mind fucking him otherwise, as he was very kind to me, and always in a non-invasive way.
"Man, I told you she was a bitch!" John exclaimed, after being told what had happened.
He didn't, but I let it slide, as he was right.
"If I knew I could get away with it I would surely drag her here and punish that slut. I would even let you join me, as two cocks hurt more than one. You have always wanted to fuck her anyway," I said. He knew it was true, but that was cool. John was a virgin, but I understand that he didn't want to mess with the bitches that populate our school.
We hanged out for some time, and I even took some of his drink that turned out to be brandy. It was a high tier drink, as it seemed. I don't enjoy drinking all that much, but this one felt more drinkable than your average spirit. John had already drunk a sizeable quantity, which caused him to fail to react and put the drink (which was forbidden by school) away when our Math teacher, Anna, unexpectedly entered our room.
She seemed to feel that no knocking was required, and her long legs made their way into our room. She was drinking some orange juice from a plastic bottle. Her mouth wetly grasped the neck of the bottle, and I immediately started picturing her orally pleasing a well-developed member. I was horny but that did not matter now.
She saw the half-empty bottle of alcohol and demanded, with a slick gesture, that John give it to her. He decided to argue, which was not really smart, considering that she did not hold him in very high regard.
"Come on, Miss Baiche, we are adults now. And it is not like I did anything wrong to anyone," slowly spoke John. Perhaps too slowly, as Anna quickly realised that he was drunk, which only helped her decide to confiscate the bottle.
She came to tell me that the Math competition which was supposed to be held the following month was postponed because of some influenca spreading. This actually benefited me, as I had more time to prepare. What also benefited me was the view of Anna's tits as her straight, shoulder-length blonde hair was falling over them, further emphasising their roundness. She had big hoop earrings that moved when she moved, in harmony with her perfectly straight hair. I found that to be very hot.
Anna was the first woman that I wanted to FUCK. Not the first woman I liked, or wanted to make love with, but the first woman whose insides I wanted to ravage with my throbbing cock until she bled and screamed of pleasure and pain. I wanted to fuck her in front of her family, to show how dominant I am while I shoot huge chunks of cum into her mouth, only for it to be swallowed by her hungry throat. I once fantasized of cumming inside her pussy and telling her husband that he was going to be a father soon. That thought turned me on very much, but I doubt I would really ever execute it, even if I could. I think Anna turned me on in such a way because she was my teacher (albeit rather young - about 30), and she excercized some authority. Damn you, Anna...
As she turned around, I could enjoy the view of another landmark of hers. Tight jeans wrapped around her round ass did it for me. My cock was very hard and I needed to empty my balls into something, preferably Anna. But, that was never going to happen, as I was a student, and she was a teacher. I doubted that she could even like me. She left the room and somewhat considerately closed the door, as they were before her arrival.
"Damn you, bitch!" John shouted when she left, "You really had to take it from me! You just had to!"
I did not know what to say, but I did not need to, as John noticed something important.
"Look, the bitch left her juice on the table! You know what that means?"
"Not exactly, no," I answered honestly. John's mind is sometimes tough to comprehend.
"That means we are going to cum in her juice and then return it to her! Let the bitch drink our sperm because she deserved it!" John said as if it were an ordinary gesture.
At first I disliked the idea as I did not dislike Anna. However, I really needed to empty my balls and the thought of Anna gulping it down was as hot as ever, even more so because it was the real thing. I whipped my cock out and started furiously masturbating with the bottle.
It didn't take long for me to start squirting my dense, white cum, enriching the flavour of an otherwise rather bland commercial juice. John soon followed, and the juice was ready for consumption. We agreed to give the juice to her, and then linger around to see her drink the semen rich substance.
We started looking for her in the hallway, and managed to find her rather quickly. "Here is the juice you forgot, Miss Baiche. You left it on the table," John said to her with a smile.
"Thank you, I was looking for this! You are still not getting the whiskey back, however, as I am not allowed to give it back..." She smiled.
"It is okay, have a nice day!" said John, somewhat unconvincingly.
She took a large sip from the gourd and I felt my cock harden painfully. It was THAT satisfying to see. I believe John felt the same, if not better. I went back to my room, and John decided to hang out with his friend from another class, whom I honestly despised. Oh, well...
I checked my Instagram. I remember then to remove Andrea from my followers list, as I did not want to have anything to do with her. I suddenly felt horny again. Perhaps it was the ego boost that I got from dismissing my ex lover. It may have something to do with the hormones, but I am unsure. I just knee that I needed to fuck something instantly. As nothing was in sight I resorted to my right hand. Its main advantage was that it could become whoever I wanted.
