Miss Sumner was not quite sure how she had ended up like that, again, but there she was, in her classroom, just before five in the afternoon, leaning over her desk, resting on her elbows, skirt up, blouse open, boobs exposed. Mind you, she was too busy fighting to hold off the immense orgasm that was poised to overwhelm her to give the how and why of her situation much consideration. She set her jaw in concentration, mewing softly, gritting her teeth β thrusting her hips back against the pounding of Mr. Thacker's rigid cock, that filled and stretched her pussy.
Random thoughts crossed her mind, like leaves in the wind: "I hope I locked the door."
"I hope the janitor doesn't let himself in."
"I hope I can hold off cumming until Mr. Thacker gets there."
"I hope my IUD works."
As her arousal built β steadily, inexorably β she gave voice to her growing excitement with whimpers and gasps: "Oh! Oh! OH! Ooooh!" His hands firmly gripping her hips, her partner hammered his way toward ecstasy, slowing down from time to time β reaching around to pinch her nipple, or swirl a finger around her clit β until his cadence began to pick up one last time, accelerating toward climax. Abruptly, he pulled her tight, pumping his seed deep into her welcoming womb.
She couldn't stand it! She absolutely loved it β an intensity she had never before experienced. Although, she realized, it really had very little to do with love; lust yes β craziness, maybe β but not love."
Brett Thacker was a financier β a handsome and successful, thirty-something investment broker. He had come in to Miss Sumner's classroom to get some last-minute advice for his, for lack of a better term, step-daughter's changing circumstances β consequences of the fact Brett had just recently gotten engaged to her mother. Brett and his fiancΓ©, Coral β Coraline formally, Cori affectionately β his girlfriend of several years, were, as part of the acceptance of his proposal, relocating β moving across the country at the end of the week, to make a fresh start. And Megan β Coral's eighteen-year-old daughter β was staying behind to finish her senior year. However, at that moment, in the throes of passion, any advice was long forgotten.
Brett had always been kind of aware of his attractiveness to the women he met β his devilish good looks and disarmingly friendly disposition β but he didn't realize how much he exuded sexuality. Although he seemed to possess an innate ability to charm the pants off β both literally and figuratively β pretty much any female, he never actually gave it a lot of thought. Nonetheless, his sexual attraction of the attention of the fairer sex was, at times, preternatural. He virtually radiated a rakish charm; truth was, inexplicably and unbeknownst to him, he secreted a potent pheromone β emitting a sort of aphrodisiac 'scent'. It had no noticeable odor but was subconsciously detectable β below olfactory perception β with a devastatingly powerful effect.
Indeed, all of his adult life, since adolescence, it had always been, to some degree, a problem β if one could call it that. While up until this week it had generally been sporadic, his uncanny attractiveness was becoming increasingly noticeable. Perhaps it was the relief of having accepted a transfer and promotion, the first step toward the new chapter in his life, that had resulted in an increasingly strong and steady release of his personal pheromone. In any case, its aphrodisiac effect had become unprecedented. In the past, the effect on women had been so varied β from imbuing them with a slight feeling of horniness to inciting a blind lust β that he never knew what to expect. Hence, the situation β some horny woman throwing herself at him β was perhaps novel, but not really unusual. He'd learned, however unconsciously, if he expected nothing and anticipated anything, he'd always be mildly, pleasantly surprised. So, he didn't even question the fact that there he was banging away at this pretty young teacher.
Furthermore, it was the second time in as many weeks, and Miss Sumner still didn't understand why she was doing it. Somehow, she just felt charmed β or mesmerized. Both times in her classroom, after school, risking goodness knew what! Nonetheless, at that particular moment, she was far too busy focusing on the impending climax to give it much thought.
Brett could feel it, too. His perception narrowed to a churning glow as his rhythm steadily accelerated; while an intense ball of sparkling energy materialized at the bottom of Miss Sumner's spine, precipitating arcing discharges through her chest out through her engorged nipples. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Their gasps came in unison, as they surrendered themselves to the blinding rush of sensation that inundated them.
"Aaarrrghhh," Brett howled, unsuccessfully trying to stifle his shout, as he pulled her hips tight against his pubis, jetting torrents of semen deep into Miss Sumner's vagina. At the first splash of hot cum against her cervix, the young teacher exploded in orgasm, writhing and squealing, her body jolting her chest heaving, her eyes swimming, as wave after wave of blinding ecstasy swept away her awareness, eventually leaving her in a stunned trance.
As Brett recovered he muttered inconsequentials such as: "Good to meet with you again," and "I'll get in touch if I need anything else." Doing up, and tucking himself in, he slipped out, leaving her panting in a disheveled sprawl. In consideration of her current state, he locked the door behind himself.
Whistling under his breath, as he left the school, Brett no longer even thought about the wonder of his sexual proclivity β of his apparently endless stamina. He knew he could cum two, three β four times in an hour; could β and sometimes did β cum six or seven times a day, easy. Still, he marveled at his predicament; one might say good luck. His Monday was turning out to be quite the day. Miss Sumner was, in fact, his third spontaneous fuck β third before dinner!
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Brett idly reviewed the other two incidents in his head. The first was mid-morning. As he had left the CEO's office, whom, having just reviewed his transfer, had accepted it, with regrets, one of the VPs called to him through her office doorway. "Brett! Brett," rising from her desk, she beckoned him in. "Could I just have a word with you?" she asked as she stepped around to close the door behind him. "I understand you're leaving us," she stated, her voice taking on a bit of a dreamy quality, "and I wanted to give you something before you go." Looking up, her gaze rivetted him, a sort of enchanted glaze sweeping over her eyes as she loosened his tie. Then, ever so slowly, she began to lower herself into a crouch. Letting go of his tie, and dropping her gaze, she began fiddling with the fly front of Brett's slacks. Looking down on the top of her head as she fished out his thickening tool, Brett just stood and watched, understanding that there was no point in saying anything.
After eying his growing erection, assessing it for a moment, the VP β Ms W, Bett called her; though not to her face β leaned in and gently but authoritatively took him into her mouth. Stifling a moan, Brett felt his hips thrust spasmodically as she pushed herself onto and along his stiffening rod, slowly consuming his growing length, until her lips and nose lay cushioned in his pubes. Hesitating just long enough to swirl her tongue around the base of his cock, she slowly withdrew, then, drawing back to the flange of his cockhead, she began to bob back onto him, taking up a truly energetic felatio.