Chapter 26: Indiscretions

Steffy could hear Teacher Greg's erratic breathing as he aggressively slammed his cock to her wet entrance.

"You look so hot in that red dress, Miss Rivera. Too bad it's on the floor now," the teacher said in between his moans.

Chuckling, Steffy pushed her teacher towards the long table behind him and let his back lay on it, resembling the woman-on-top position.

Looking around them, Steffy realized that the teacher had brought her to an abandoned classroom. It was her first time to be hammered in this kind of setting, but the idea did not bother her. In fact, it made her feel more aroused. She had no idea how cheap places like this can also be a good place for a good fuck.

The loud music from the school gym can still be heard here. Her thoughts briefly remembered Marie but she knew she was in good hands. The girl had indeed got herself some new friends, just as she had expected and planned.

Running her palms through her teacher's hardened chest, she pushed him more as she felt his cock go in and out of her. She moved up and down as Teacher Greg pulled her body down, giving him the chance to run his tongue on his nipples.

"Don't come yet," Teacher Greg whispered as he turned to lay her down on the table.

He pulled his cock from her and spread her legs apart. Feeling more excited, Steffy moaned louder when she felt the teacher's tongue running to the cheeks of her vagina. She was already starting to feel the tension on her lower abdomen as he expertly licked every part of her down there, lingering on her clit.

"You are so delicious, Steffy," Teacher Greg whispered.

"G-get your cock inside me, sir Greg. I'm about to come."

"And wild, too," he replied with a seductive chuckle.

After several strokes with his tongue, the teacher pulled her up and said, "Get down and let me see your ass."

Steffy hastily climbed down the table and planted her feet on the ground. Another moan escaped her lips as Teacher Greg started fucking her from behind.

"Yes, yes!" Steffy moaned.

"Does it feel good, Steffy?" the teacher asked, both of his hands clasped the cheeks of her bum. She could only moan. No one had ever ravaged and pleasured her body like this. It felt intoxicating. Her moans should be enough to let him know how much she's enjoying it.

Steffy received several blows and in just a few seconds, her head had started swirling as she felt herself reach multiple orgasms.

Teacher Greg collapsed on top of her, their private parts pounded as they stayed like that, completely lost in ecstasy and pleasure.

"T-that was great," she moaned, letting the pounding subside.

"I did not know you can ride a cock like that," Greg whispered, breath hitching as he ran his fingers over Steffy's delicate skin.

"Believe me, sir Greg," she whispered with a smirk curling on her lipstick-stained mouth. "I can do so much more."

***

The moment Marie received Steffy's text, she decided to call it a night. It had been an exhausting day. And while it had turned out slightly better than most of her experiences at this school, she knew she'd feel much better once she was home and asleep.

Steffy had left abruptly, citing some emergency with her dad. The party was still in full swing, and despite the principal's strict liquor ban, her classmates had predictably found a way to smuggle alcohol onto campus. After all, this was high school. She ignored the laughter and clinking bottles, her mind elsewhere.

As she walked past the classrooms in the other buildings, she realized just how empty the school was. Everyone was still at the party and she was completely alone. The only sound accompanying her was the faint music drifting from the gym.

But as she drew nearer to the school gate, unease suddenly crept over her. The air felt wrong.

Panic clawed at her chest when, all of a sudden, a shadowy figure emerged, moving toward her with hurried steps.

Marie's breath hitched. She changed direction, half-running. Her instincts screamed at her—she was in grave danger!

She tried to scream but her erratic breathing choked her voice, making it impossible to produce a sound. The shadow was catching up fast! And as it drew closer, its shape became frighteningly familiar.

"N-no! This can't be!" she gasped, her insides twisting in terror.

A voice cut through the night, sounding low and cold. "Where do you think you're going?"

And as the dim light illuminated his face, Marie felt sheer horror claw at her throat. Mr. Seson stood in front of her—a knife glinting in his hand.