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Premise:Marianne’s full of feelings. Her professor looks so pretty, it’s making the tent in Marianne’s dress enormous! The only problem is her religious upbringing has made her deathly timid of using any vulgar words. Can she explain her raging, throbbing emotions with her mushmouth in the way?
Length:~5600 Words
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Marianne’s words came in labored stutters. She pulled against her dress, battling the raging demon rising and throbbing between her thighs.
“Oh, dear goddess. Oh my dear goddess.” She mumbled.
Every muscle in her being was screaming to race into action as her darling teacher approached the podium. Lately, Byleth had made it no secret her primary intention wasn’t to teach. No, the way the professor had been dressing made her current focus clear. That terribly small set of short shorts had shifted into a sad excuse for a belt she called a mini skirt. She didn’t need to even bend over to see her panties. Those tights… urgh, what was with those tights!? They were such an innocuous item to her before, but with so much more leg exposed, they made her heart race! Gosh, and that was only her features downwards. Marianne could hardly look at her chest and those horribly undersized clothes without her hands shooting down to keep down that pillar of shame! Byleth wanted attention, and Marianne couldn’t look away!
Marianne had long since been through puberty, but had thought nothing of it. Though her body was burdened by an unusually large and active organ on her crotch, she’d somehow never felt the burning urges she saw her peers going through, the ones the church had warned her about for nearly her whole life. Yet now, as an adult on the verge of completing her studies, those feelings had finally caught up to her. Boys had never gotten her that special sort of excited. That reality had fooled her into thinking she was devout enough to dodge temptation. Yet now, she learned she was merely looking in the wrong place. Other girls got her this sort of “special excited”. Very special excited. Her dear professor especially got her very, very special excited.
Yet, just as her urges had started to flair to new heights, Marianne had come to realize she had no vocabulary for the lewd!
Her clerical upbringing had preached so much on the wrongs of promiscuity that she’d quashed fresh interests as they sprouted. Not to mention, her constant mental cacophony of guilt had drawn her attention away from figuring out the blooming intricacies of young adults interacting intimately. She wasn’t just too awkward to healthily express her carnal desires. She was so poorly versed in the naughty and so terribly embarrassed to embrace it, she couldn’t even bear to say a dirty word on her lips!
That usually wasn’t an issue. She could keep being the same good church girl as she’d always been, and successfully quell the very large, very long impulses between her legs. Yet, something about the way Byleth was flaunting her goods now interested her. Something about the way she walked all labored and dripping with unfamiliar liquids after leaving a closet with Professor Manuela tested her. The naughty side of Marianne’s mind had awakened. She’d always considered her professor to be a dear friend. Now, she wanted to be more than just a friend, whatever that was.
These feelings were embarrassing. Marianne wished they were easy to contain, but she had to admit they weren’t unpleasant. Embracing these thoughts on such a rare occasion would fill her with this energy she’d scarcely felt before. Whenever her mental fortitude started to wane, when that constant internal monologue telling her to focus on something else peeled away and vivid imagery filled her head instead, her heart raced like nothing else. She always seemed to go back to the same picture. Her professor and herself together. Byleth would smile and then… a-and then she’d bend her knees a-and…
“Marianne?” A deep voice rang.
Marianne snapped back to earth. Her eyes went wide, her face went beat red. She looked up. A face didn’t greet her. An exceedingly ample chest in tight clothes, still wobbling a little from that last clack of the heels, met her gaze.
Marianne’s hands quit their wrestling against the bulge in her dress. She gawked open mouthed at the big round feminine shapes as the tent pitched in her clothing became readily apparent to anyone nearby.
“…Marianne?” The voice repeated.
Finally, Marianne’s head tilted fully upwards. Her professor, her dear, beautiful professor’s face stared back. Such fine deep purple eyes, such soft skin… Byleth was… Beautiful? Beautiful worked, but it felt inaccurate. The way her lips glistened in the lights, freshly moisturized, gleaming with pink makeup, just so very plump, all of that was more than just beautiful. Her face was… A word. A word she couldn’t find in her prim and proper brain. A word she knew was deep in that forbidden, quelled side of her mind she must have heard Sylvain mutter once. Marianne wanted to touch those lips. With her hands? No, no. With her own lips? An even deeper rush of red ran across her face. Yes. Yet, most of all, she really, really wanted to touch those lips with her-
“Marianne!” Byleth shouted.
“G-GAAAH!” yelped Marianne. Oh gods, she’d really gotten so lost in Byleth’s face that she’d just been daydreaming! How long had she even been staring?
“P-professor! I-I’m so, s-so sorry!” Marianne blurted, mind racing to scourge up some excuse. “I-I was just so sleepy from attending to the stables that I-”
“Marianne, this behavior is unacceptable.” Byleth calmly stated. “If you don’t pay attention in class, then I…”
Now Marianne was the one to be left hanging mid conversation while someone’s focus drifted elsewhere. Byleth’s pupils had darted down, not long at all, just for a split second. Yet, that first glance was the first taste of a drug. Her dear teacher couldn’t help but take a more involved look. The moment she tried to look away and continue their conversation, her muscles failed her. Her attention sunk totally south.
Byleth was absolutely hypnotized by that tower in Marianne’s lap.
Marianne didn’t know how to react as she looked at her teacher’s face. Steadily she saw Byleth’s typical blankness flair into a face flushed full. Marianne hadn’t yet groked the language of love, but even she realized what was happening. The way Byleth’s eyes glistened, the way her jaw was adrop, the way her drool dangled on her tongue as she desperately craved… something… was clearly more than just happy.
And with her dear teacher so perplexed, Marianne grew curious. She shifted her hips a bit. The tent standing tall beneath her dress shifted. Byleth’s head followed on instinct. Marianne grew frazzled at all this attention. That strange feeling was coming back again, steadily cleaving through any sense of embarrassment from before. Her already tall standing dress bulge surged just a little taller, and flexed beneath its cloth prison. A drop of some fluid unknown to Marianne dewed at the tip, wetting the peak of the structure ever so slightly.
“Oh dear goddess…” Byleth breathed heavily.
“Professor I, um” Marianne felt a need to comment. Animal instincts were taking over. She felt as though the two of them had somehow acknowledged each other as very VERY pretty. She needed to reaffirm to her teacher that this funny feeling was all mutual!
“P-professor I really… I-I really w-want t-to…” Marianne couldn’t spit it out. She knew what she wanted to do, but couldn’t find the verb for it!
Her sudden surge of passion raced for any other outlet it could find to race out her mouth! “Y-your lips are… are so gorgeous, Professor. I would um… I l-like when they move!”
Byleth snapped out of her lap bound trance to acknowledge what Marianne had just said.
“Marianne, you can’t distract the teacher by acting in such a strange manner!” Byleth explained. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to stay late today. We have a lot we’ll need to talk about in a special session of erection.”
Marianne was confused. That word was unfamiliar to her. “E-erection? Is that um… Is that like a special sort of detention?
Byleth’s eyes shot fully open as she finally realized her mistake. Thank god there weren’t any other students in this corner of the class to overhear her!
“N-nope! I just misspoke, let’s not dwell on it much more, shall we?” She hurriedly excused herself. “Marianne just… just please stay late after class. W-we have to focus on some extra things!”
Still Marianne struggled to properly parse this flurry of emotion. She felt like she’d sort of just got that affirmation that the two of them both thought they were that special sort of “really pretty”.
Marianne’s heart started to flutter at that realization. Her racing mind grew bolder. A part of her wanted to do some things quite out of line. Marianne felt a sudden urge to command Byleth, to say they needed to do this, whatever this was, right now! She wanted her body to take over and do whatever was making her heart race!
Yet, even though these unfamiliar desires were so fierce, Marianne couldn’t seem to overcome her natural shyness. That strict upbringing and devotion to the goddess kept the obvious, gargantuan manifestation underneath her dress below cloth. Years of baked in shame were the crumbling walls keeping her from kissing her professor right then and there.
“I’m… s-sure Professor…” Marianne murmured reluctantly.
Class dragged on. So much energy was rushing through Marianne’s veins, it felt as if time was in slow motion. She’d never been this attentive in class. It felt like every word her dear teacher said stuck to her effortlessly. Her concentration only truly lapsed when her dear professor’s lips looked particularly wet. Daydreams sprang as she relished the motion of those luscious lips.
She could see that gorgeous mouth in her fantasies dancing from lecturespeak to more personal interests. They were miming out messages. “Marianne, I’m so lonely”. “Marianne, you’re so cute”. “Marianne I want to…” Urgh what were those words. She couldn’t make them out, but they made that space between her thighs climb even higher. “Marianne I want to something-exciting your something”. “Please something-so-very-exciting my needy something”. Only after all that whirled in her head would Marianne realize her breathing was so heavy it was audible, and her hands were dancing on that shameful spike of linen. Then, she’d turn to the clock expecting an hour to have elapsed, with mere minutes transpiring instead. That was the lesson, over and over again. Marianne had never anticipated anything like these upcoming moments of privacy with the professor.
The lecture ended. Classmates filed out. Normally, Marianne felt a bit of dread for anything related to detention. Yet now, she felt none of that. She was excited. Even she realized this wasn’t really anything related to discipline.
Byleth approached. Fresh beads of sweat dewed on Marianne’s forehead with every clack of her heels. The professor was looking right at her, right at that mountain of shame under her dress.
“Marianne?” Byleth began. “This is unprofessional of me to say the least, but I have to ask… Do I inspire certain feelings in you?”
Marianne nodded her head. She had just about every feeling coursing through her blood.
“P-professor?” Marianne began.
“Yes Marianne?” Byleth replied.
Marianne’s heart raced. The first assertive desires she’d felt in all her adult life were raging inside her. She wanted something. Bad.
Marianne gulped. “P-professor I really want to s-see… s-s-seee y-your… u-um…”
Byleth let it all play out. Marianne got a sense her teacher wanted this all just as bad.
“I-I really want you t-to… t-to… “ Marianne was shaking.
“T-t-turn around!” Marianne asked.
“Turn around?” Byleth repeated.
“N-now!” Ordered Marianne.
Oh… oh my god, she’d just told her teacher, her superior, to do something! Such a rush! To her astonishment, her dear teacher obeyed. Byleth wasn’t mad or ready to scold Marianne. It almost looked as if there was a smile in the corner of her lips as she executed the command.
Marianne felt wild. She felt uncontrollable, and totally ready to take further control and finally express these raging urges!
Except… Except um… What did she do now? What was the next piece of business when two people really really liked each other? Was it undressing? Oh goddess, but that’s so indecent!
Fresh shame started to churn up in Marianne’s soul as she tried to spit out that next fateful command. Every moment she thought she’d finally found the strength to will the words off her tongue, her lips stumbled and left the girl silent. Her big rigid mound propped between her dress lost some altitude every time. Things grew softer. Yet, finally, after too many arduous attempts, she found the words.
“P-please take off your cl-” Marianne froze. Old religious drillings rang in her head. Things swung down a tier, yet again.
“Sh-show me your back!” Marianne blurted.
“…My back?” Byleth asked confusedly.
Oh no. That wasn’t an exciting thing people did, was it? No, she’d swung too hard the other way! Marianne scrambled to try and keep the spark of the moment alive.
“Y-yeah! Show me it, Professor. I really want to see it.” Marianne elaborated, somehow hoping that’d save face.
Byleth tried to make sense of what Marianne was saying. “When you say back, do you mean my literal back, like shoulder blades and such? Or do you mean, um, farther south? Like do you want to see my bu-”
“The first one!” Marianne rang out. Wait no, damnit! Her impulses to avoid indecency had fully gushed to life once more, and doomed her one easy way out!
Marianne felt terribly awkward. Her voice dropped to a hush and her embarrassment crested to an all time high. She watched as Byleth obeyed her command. The older woman pulled off her jacket, undid the tight black garment hugging her chest, and exposed her near naked back to Marianne, with only a strap of a bra left marking it.
It was certainly a nice looking back, muscular, well defined, as good as a back could get, she supposed. Yet, it didn’t excite Marianne in the slightest. This absolutely wasn’t what super excited people did in privacy! She was just so terribly ashamed. She knew so little about love that she’d fumbled things this spectacularly.
“Is uh… Is my back to your liking?” Byleth asked.
This was too much. Marianne could feel the bewildered disappointment in her professor’s voice. All that rush of control she’d once felt was gone. Marianne had to end this.
“Professor I…” she began. “Thank you for humoring me with all this. I don’t think I really um… I’m…”
“I think I understand, Marianne.” Byleth interrupted. It was evident now things weren’t going anywhere. “This sort of thing can be awkward. If the mood’s passed, the mood’s passed.”
Those words of reassurance felt as if they were padding more regretful sentiment. Marianne’s skirt went totally flat as her attention shifted elsewhere. How dare she grow so close to being scandalous with her dear teacher? Clearly this was all just a ploy by the goddess to test Marianne.
Things seemed to be over. Byleth was redressing and Marianne was content to sit in her usual mire of self doubt. Yet, before either party could fully end the encounter, something small intervened.
“Whoops.” The professor lamented.
Her jacket had fallen to the floor. Byleth bent over to pick up the garment, right before Marianne.
As Marianne sulked in the remnants of another failed human interaction, her eyes caught one last glance of her dear professor. She saw her dear teacher, and more importantly, her dear teacher’s bottom protruding so much.
Was it always that big? It seemed so much larger when it was up close. The way it shook and bounced just by the smallest amount as her other muscles flexed was… Oh, oh dear goddess.
That storm of shaming voices started to evaporate in her mind. That hyper focus Marianne had felt earlier came back in full. The flattened ground of Marianne’s lap came whirling back to life, as a new monument to these unfamiliar emotions came back to their peak form.
Marianne felt something. Her body was going on a sort of autopilot as raw passion took over. Her lips moved all their own in a weak murmur. She couldn’t stop herself from commenting.
“That’s… oh, that’s such a fat ass…” Marianne whispered.
Ass? Marianne knew that word? It was indecent but she seemed to have learned it at some point. Perhaps she’d known it for some time and her chast mind had lied to her about it. New words sprung free. Marianne was… hard? Byleth was… sexy! And Marianne wanted to put her shame… No, Marianne wanted to shove her dick into Byleth’s…
In that moment, it all clicked. Every single building block that had piled for this moment fit together in the perfect shape. All those memories of horribly naughty words she’d heard out of context, all those rude stories she’d overheard and dismissed, all those vivid dreams she’d had where it felt she was just on the edge of something… It all came together. Marianne understood her feelings.
As Byleth put on her jacket, readied herself to leave, and opened the door, Marianne spoke up. “Professor?”
Byleth looked back at the girl. “Yes Marianne?”
A short pause persisted. Marianne looked right into Byleth’s eyes. She couldn’t believe what she was about to say.
“Professor? …I want to fuck you.” She bellowed.
Byleth did a double take. She shook her head in disbelief. Marianne repeated herself.
“I want to fuck you.” She repeated. “Come back in here, take that jacket and top off, and let those big tits bounce for me.”
Byleth’s jaw went wide.
Marianne grew bolder. “I-I want to feel those big titties on my cock while your whore face sucks me off.”
Byleth shut the door.
“A-and I want to fuck your pussy too! I want to break in your slutty fucking cunt with my fat dick! I want to put a baby in your womb! I-I want to fuck you so hard I might put one in your ass too! I-I don’t know if that’s possible b-but… but I want to fuck you hard, Professor! I want to fuck you so ba-”
Marianne’s speech was stopped with a kiss.
Marianne wrapped her arms around her dear professor, drawing her even closer. She savored that sweet wellspring of human emotion that erupted from their lip to lip contact so very dearly. A girl who had scarcely felt worth all her life had everything positive affirmed for her in that moment. She was loved. She was hot shit. And this bitch was about to choke on her dick something fierce.
Byleth’s hands were far more busy all that while. Marianne felt digits claw under her hemline and push her dress aside. Lacey underwear strained to bursting tasted fresh air for the first time that day. The kiss broke as her dear professor had to focus. The waistband was pulled aside.
“Good goddess…” Byleth shuddered.
Marianne’s cock was standing at its full capacity. A cock like a forearm, a gigantic shaft that climbed past the 14 inch mark, stood at attention before the professor. It shook. It writhed. It’s veins pulsed and twitched as blood rushed through the monster. It somehow grew even bigger as the professor drunk the sight in, that beastly flesh just so happy to greet its new hole.
It couldn’t keep its excitement contained. The tower of cock meat flexed. Fresh pre dewed at the surface, built into a bubble, and then slid down the shining shaft. The fluid’s descent guided the professor’s eyes even farther south, to greet the powerplant energizing that thing. Balls the size of apples, the size of Byleth’s own chest were sitting taut and full and begging for a hand to touch them! My god what an amazing cock!
It was clear to see the professor was enraptured. Marianne could see the poor woman’s brain fry as the sight consumed her, as the fumes of cock sweat wafted against her face. There wasn’t a functioning brain in there right now. There was some barely functional amalgam of instincts demanding Byleth suck that monster until it fucked her cunt hard enough to stuff her with kids.
Marianne was eager to perform to her professor’s expectations.
Her hand reached out to pull away at Byleth’s bra. The professor’s luscious breasts, so round and ample and full it was as if the goddess herself resided in them, bounced like whorish balloons from the student’s tug. Marianne groaned in desperation at the sight. She took control and posed the other woman like a toy. She had to get those milky pillows sandwiching her cock!
“I’m gonna fuck your tits! I’m going to fuck your big fat fucking hooker knockers, Professor!” Marianne declared proudly. Shit, it felt good to be this vulgar! This felt like the perfect language for fucking!
Byleth took Marianne’s cues and began to reposition. Slowly she adjusted her pose, taking one of her melons in each hand. She leaned her chest forward, up against that big pillar of girlmeat until it touched the base of her chest. The head was dancing so deliciously close to her mouth.
The professor pressed her boobs together against the cock. Marianne threw her head back in delight. Her virgin lips cried out in bliss as she felt her partner rock those titties back and forth, angling and swishing her cock around in soft mammary flesh. By the time Marianne had regained enough of her senses to open her eyes and look back at her busty slut, the professor was ready to take it one step further. A warm wet tongue wiggled down out of plush pink lips. It touched the damp skin where Marianne’s dewing preseed had just sat. It licked and licked, savoring every second of the heavenly taste of girl cock.
Marianne positively lost it.
The whole girl’s frame started to shake and squirm as her inexperienced body could simply take it no more. Premature orgasm was here! That beastly cock head plumed and burst with a fat glob of sticky white jizz, blasting with impact right against her dear professor’s face! That first massive dam break missed the other woman’s mouth entirely. Upper lip, nose, forehead, even some of her hair was what caught that first shot. Another shot now, a slower, heftier shot. This once finally graced her lips and let her sweet professor read up on the taste of girl semen, though most of it still sloppily blasted against Byleth’s face. A third started to escape. Now her tutor truly took control. Byleth’s mouth wrapped around the head and took every remaining bit of that white geyser into her whore face.
Marianne’s cock continued to shake and writhe. The gush of sperm slowed from hot steaming bursts into a gradual stream-like flow. Things seemed to be calming down. Marianne’s mega shot was nearing completion; good thing too as Byleth’s mouth was packed near full. Finally, it ceased. Byleth choked down as much of that sticky cum as she could. Her mouth was still stained in a sheen of white by the end of her best efforts, but it was still enough to talk.
It seemed as though the professor was worried that Marianne might be self conscious about blowing her load already.
Byleth smiled warmly. “It’s okay that you blew prematurely Marianne. If we’re done already-”
“Done?” Marianne asked confusedly.
As that ridiculous slab of cock departed from Byleth’s hands, it took on new life. That steadily softening semi-erection was back at peak throb with just a few stray pumps of Marianne’s hands. Straggler strains of semen dirtied her hands as her flexing cock cleared the way for more.
“Professor, when people fuck, do they only go one round?” She asked. “I heard something like that from Ingrid about Sylvain going one round, but I figured she was lying! I nut at least three times in tissues before I’m satisfied! I still really want to fuck your pussy and your ass really really bad!”
Byleth looked like she was in shock. Her eyes darted between Marianne’s face and Marianne’s rock hard dick. It seemed she couldn’t believe such a shy girl was actually a nymphomaniac fuck queen. Maybe now she had just realized what she’d gotten into.
Marianne was tired of this. Maybe she had the patience for vacant longful staring when she was too scared to call her cock a pussy crusher, but that wouldn’t do anymore! She was hungry! She needed more!
In a fit of passion, Marianne pushed her dear professor onto a table behind her. That delicious subject was on full display for the excited introvert student. Such a luscious figure, such a toned body, such a cute back! Now only one question remained…
“Ass or pussy?” Marianne asked.
Byleth looked back at her student, specifically at the erect square peg she’d just suggested was going in a round hole.
She gulped. “I don’t think either will-”
“I’ll make it fit!” Marianne interrupted with devilish excitement in her voice.
Any fear left in her initial assessment left as her professor’s pulse started to pound. That deviousness was infectious.
Smiling excitedly, she answered. “Fuck my fat ass!”
Marianne once more took control, manhandling that onahole of a teacher to her liking. Now Byleth was fully on her stomach, with that big behind she’d been flaunting in such short apparel finally exposed for the taking. Her fat dick tapped the entrance to her professor’s anal passage. It flexed and spread just a tad excitedly. That was still tragically small for anything Marianne-sized. Lubricant was needed.
To her surprise, her dear professor presented a vial of some unknown watery substance.
“Do you… always keep that on you?” Marianne asked.
“I thought you might finally pop today.” Byleth answered. “I’ve seen you touch your cock bulge in class before.”
A smug smile crept on Marianne’s face. “Awfully smart for a bimbo”.
Hands grasped the vial. Liquid wet that forbidden hole. The remaining vile’s worth was slathered all over her cock. Now things were truly ready! Marianne pressed her penis against that entrance again. Still resistant. This time though, she wasn’t deterred.
She pushed. She pushed and angled and shoved her dick against that hole with as much force as she could muster. Steadily it dug in, just a little. Tight anal ring hugged her cock tip. Her professor was breathing heavily. She could hear her grunt, trying to flex that muscle to relax it. Her efforts were rewarded. Slowly and steadily, Marianne started to sink in!
“Fuck! Fuuuuuuck~!” Byleth started to groan.
Those wails only made Marianne grow bolder. Further in she dove! Finally, her cock head was totally encased in Byleth’s forbidden hole!
With her teacher’s defenses shattered by the stretched anal ring, all that resistance was far lessened than before. Marianne could shove her huge shaft in far more easily now, garnering nothing more than easily quashed resistance and a primal groan from her teacher.
It was finally time to fuck this ass for all it was worth!
Marianne’s hips went to work. She dove her deepest into sphincter yet, pressing all but the last few inches up Byleth’s ass. Her teacher was panting and mewling in such a wild mix of emotions.
“So full…” She gasped. “S-so full…”
Relief came not long after. Marianne pulled back, her own face contorting as those sensitive nerves on her cock head felt the delicious squeeze of Byleth’s insides. Then, back in she went! In and out, over and over, Marianne started fucking her teacher’s bouncy backside!
The girl was quick to grow bolder. Just a minute or two of slamming that wet, thick cock out of that newly loosened whore hole and she was ramping up the pace. Byleth was holding on to the side of the table for dear life. If Marianne hadn’t frequently shot to muffle her professor’s loud moans with her hands, the whole monastery would have known just how good she was at dicking Byleth.
Yet, Marianne didn’t stay in control to stem blissful moans for too long. This felt far too good. That tender squeeze of flesh, that delicious blunt impact of her balls pressing against cheeks, all mixed with the most lavous image of her half naked teacher taking it all… Fuck it was way too hot!
Hands shot to hips as Marianne grew more excited. Her fingers sunk into wonderfully tender flesh, the perfect sensation to drive her railing even harder. Faster she went, like an animal in a frenzy. Every moment she gave into the desire to go faster and harder felt better than the last! She was intoxicated, in a fit of manic fucking!
“Professorrrrr~!” She groaned. “Professor you’re so beautif… You have such a nice voi… F-fuck, your ass is so fucking TIGHT! NNNNGHHHH~!”
There was no stopping it! Marianne’s balls clenched and rumbled, draining and squeezing that taut full ballsack as hard as her muscles could! With a loud, wet, noisy *SPLRT!* Marianne’s fire hose yet again erupted!
Even with her cock plunged so deep into her dear teacher’s asshole, the sound of her cumshot was fully audible to the duo. While most of the load was flooding Byleth’s gut at an intense rate, enough was deluging out to make a noisy backwash flooding back out Byleth’s bottom onto Marianne’s crotch!
Now the beast-cursed girl froze, forcing her ridiculous cock down to all but the hilt inside Byleth. Her head was thrown up high, groaning as an even larger load than the one she’d pumped on teach’s face and titties drained into their new home. She was totally awash in the sweet pleasure of release, not at all caring about the sloppy spray of her own cum blasting back out Byleth’s backside onto the table. She didn’t even notice Byleth’s concerned face as she watched her tummy bloat and balloon from the obscene volume of cum Marianne was unloading inside her. She just let it happen, absorbed in the sheer bliss of orgasm.
When the flow from her manhood finally ceased, only then did Marianne get a picture of the situation. Cum was soaking her crotch, a considerable portion of table, and dribbling onto the stone floors below. Byleth looked lethargic, and well satisfied. Her stomach looked as if it were three months pregnant, just from the flood of Marianne’s fluids.
“Ooooh… Oh Marianne… “ Byleth spoke out. “That was wonderful…”
After a brief pause, Marianne retorted. “Was?”
The girl’s giant python withdrew from Byleth’s hole. An enema of semen leaked out of her dear professor the moment the cork was pulled, further ruining the wooden fixture with their sin. Marianne’s cock was no limp and ready to rest rod. Even after two ejaculations that would put dragons to shame, she was still hard as a rock.
“B-but Professor!” Begged Marianne. “I still haven’t fucked your pussy! I need to feel what it’s like! Can’t I please still fuck your folds! I need to feel what a skank’s cunt feels like on my fat dick!”
Byleth tried not to laugh. Marianne was really enjoying her new lease on vulgar language.
“Marianne, I’d be happy to, but I’m about to pass out.” Byleth answered after a yawn. “I don’t have any energy after fucking that intense. If you fuck my pussy now, I might just fall asleep in the middle of it, even if your thing is that big.”
“…Can we do that?” Marianne asked. “Professor, if I don’t calm my dick down enough, I’m going to end up having to jack off on the way back to my dorm! Can I please pound your whore pussy? Please!?”
That sounded like some lame excuse to keep fucking her. Still, after all this, Byleth hardly seemed out of the mood. Marianne got the feeling that getting used like a jizz tissue by one of her students was positively the hottest thing she’d ever done. Marianne had to agree, it still got her so hard even after spilling so much seed.
“Tell you what” Byleth started, closing her eyes. “You just go to town on me. If I go to sleep, I go to sleep.”
Byleth did one last shift of her body to get on her back. She spread her legs and let Marianne have full access to that pretty pink pussy of hers, ready to get gaped to insanity by Marianne’s monster cock.
At first it seemed as though the shock of something that large inside her might drum the professor back to life. Her eyes bulged back open for a moment. Her expression was enthralled. Yet, in mere minutes of pussy pounding, Byleth had relaxed back to the point of near unconsciousness. It wasn’t long until Marianne was happily plowing away at her teacher’s cunt, all while her body was limp and snoring…
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Byleth awoke. She could barely see Marianne past her bloated stomach.
“Hm-MM? How long has it been?”
“Over an hour, Professor.”
“And you’re still not done?”
“N-no. It’s too good!”
“How many times have you cum inside me?”
“Th-three.”
“Urgh, I’m for sure pregnant. I’ll be lucky if I don’t have triplets…”
“Should I stop Professor?”
Byleth’s eyes were shut again.
“Professor?”
Byleth’s legs weakly wrapped around Marianne’s waist.
“Keep going until… *Yawn* Until you’re fucking dry…”
“Professor! Language!”
Marianne got to trying for quadruplets.
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