day 2

Ms. Evans pushed Alex towards her table, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Alex knew what was coming. He felt a wave of shame wash over him. He was supposed to be the man, the one in control. But in her presence, he felt small, insignificant.

He knelt before her, his eyes fixed on her imposing manhood. He felt a strange sense of dread, of impending doom. He was expected to receive her, to feel pleasure, to enjoy this…this violation.

Ms. Evans leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "Open wide," she commanded, her voice low and husky.

Alex obeyed, his mouth opening wide, his tongue involuntarily darting out.

Ms. Evans guided her manhood towards his mouth, the tip brushing against his lips. Alex felt a shiver crawl down his spine. It was larger than anything he had ever imagined, thicker, more potent.

He parted his lips, his tongue tentatively exploring the tip. Ms. Evans groaned, her hands tightening around his hair, pulling him closer.

He began to move his head, his tongue tracing the length of her manhood. Ms. Evans moaned, her body arching, her muscles contracting.

Alex felt a strange sense of surrender, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. He was completely at her mercy, a mere vessel for her pleasure.

He continued to pleasure her, his movements becoming more confident, more assured. He felt a strange sense of power, a sense of control, even though he was completely dominated.

Ms. Evans' groans grew louder, her body arching, her muscles contracting.

"Oh God," she cried out, her voice echoing through the room. "That feels…incredible."

Alex felt a surge of pride, a strange sense of accomplishment. He was pleasing her, making her feel good.

Ms. Evans' body shuddered, then went limp. She collapsed onto the table, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Alex, exhausted but exhilarated, remained kneeling before her, his eyes fixed on her face. He felt a strange sense of connection, a deep and profound bond that had formed between them.

He remained in that position for a long time, lost in a haze of afterglow. He could hear whispers outside the door, students and teachers murmuring amongst themselves, their voices filled with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.

He knew that their encounter had not gone unnoticed. The walls of the office were thin, and their moans, their cries of pleasure, had undoubtedly been heard by those outside.

But he didn't care. He was with Ms. Evans, his dream goddess, his powerful, dominant lover. And that was all that mattered.

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and adoration. She smiled down at him, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

"That was…amazing," she whispered, her voice husky. "You're better than I expected."

Alex felt a blush creep up his neck. He knew he had a lot to learn, but he was eager to please her, to explore the depths of their connection.

He knew this was just the beginning of their story, a story that would be filled with passion, dominance, and perhaps, even love.

The aftermath of their encounter left Alex feeling strangely empowered. Ms. Evans, her body still trembling, leaned down and kissed him deeply, her lips lingering on his.

"You tasted good," she murmured, her voice husky.

Alex, his body still tingling from the encounter, felt a surge of confidence. He had pleased her, truly pleased her.

Then, something unexpected happened. Ms. Evans leaned over him, her manhood hovering over his mouth. He felt a strange sense of anticipation, a primal urge to consume.

And then, she unloaded.

A thick stream of cum erupted from her manhood, coating his face, his chest, his stomach. It tasted…metallic, yet strangely sweet.

He swallowed, the warm liquid coating his throat. A strange sensation washed over him, a surge of energy, a feeling of…power.

He looked up at Ms. Evans, his eyes wide with a newfound sense of confidence. He had consumed her essence, her life force.

An idea began to form in his mind. Perhaps, just perhaps, consuming the cum of a powerful futa could…enhance him. Could make him stronger, faster, more powerful.

Ms. Evans, watching him with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, leaned down and kissed him again. "You like that?" she whispered.

Alex nodded, his voice hoarse. "It…it felt good."

Ms. Evans smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes. "Good," she murmured. "Very good."

She shifted her weight, her gaze falling on his backside. "Now, let's see what else you can handle."

She pushed him towards the edge of the table, his hands instinctively reaching out for support. He felt a strange sense of anticipation, a mixture of fear and excitement.

He knelt on all fours, his back arched, his eyes fixed on the floor. He felt a cold metal edge against his skin. Ms. Evans had placed a small, leather-bound book on the table, using it as a makeshift platform to increase the height.

He felt her weight shift above him, her manhood hovering over his entrance. He braced himself, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

And then, she entered him.

A sharp pain shot through him, followed by a wave of intense pleasure. Ms. Evans, her face contorted in a mixture of concentration and pleasure, began to move, her hips thrusting rhythmically against him.

Alex cried out, his voice muffled against the table. He felt himself being impaled, his body stretched to its limits.

Ms. Evans didn't hold back. She rammed him with a force that sent shockwaves through his body. He felt himself being filled, stretched, dominated.

He moaned, his voice a low, animalistic sound. "More…more," he begged, his voice barely a whisper.

Ms. Evans, encouraged by his response, increased the tempo, her movements becoming faster, harder.

Alex felt himself reaching a crescendo, his body arching involuntarily. He cried out, his voice echoing through the room.

Ms. Evans, her own body trembling with pleasure, continued to ram him, her movements relentless.

Their moans echoed through the room, disturbing the quiet afternoon. Students and teachers outside the office could hear the sounds of their passion, their voices filled with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.

Alex felt himself losing control, his body surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure. He was no longer Alex, the timid boy. He was something else entirely, something wild, something primal.

He felt Ms. Evans climax, her body trembling violently against his. He felt a surge of warmth, a sense of completion.

They remained in that position for a long time, their bodies intertwined, their breaths mingling.

Finally, Ms. Evans pulled back, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement. "That was…incredible," she whispered, her voice husky.

Alex, exhausted but exhilarated, could only nod in agreement. He felt a strange sense of empowerment, a newfound confidence that he had never experienced before.

The Pink Rain had changed him, transformed him into something…more. He was no longer just a boy. He was a creature of pleasure, a vessel for the desires of others.

And he knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that this was just the beginning.

To be continued…