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Kyoka stepped up to the front with her head low and her body clenched insufferably tight. To even be thinking about this had Kyoka's stomach in knots, the danger and the panic of worries she didn't want to face and found it insufferably difficult to want to think her way through, but it had to be done. All of this had to be done and the mere thought of pulling away now didn't seem reasonable to her. She needed to save her boyfriend from disaster, and that meant making sacrifices. Kyoka wasn't proud of those consequences, but she felt it imperative that she do something to make the best of this before it became a problem that there was no coming back for.
Simply put, Denki was failing.
U.A. was not a school for terrible students; it wasn't an elite academy demanding perfection, but there were limits to how much someone could fail before things took some ugly turns. Denki had received a notification that if his grades didn't pick up by the end of the term he would receive a failing grade and his time at U.A. might be in jeopardy, which spooked, him significantly, but spooked his girlfriend even more. The idea that her boyfriend would get kicked out of school filled Kyoka with multi-faceted dread, not the least of which being that she wanted to see him live out his hero dreams alongside her, and that would be in danger if he lost a whole year of school, lost his chance at internships, and everything fell apart. This wasn't even one of Aizawa's joking, threatened expulsions that were more like temporary inconveniences and setbacks; it was an actual threat.
But Aizawa was still the man to go to. As class emptied and people milled about, Kyoka tried to muster up the confidence for what she was going to do, trying to brace for this and hoping that she could make the work out okay. She was in an ugly spot even thinking about how, exactly, she was supposed to handle the dangers here and make something of thief problem before her. There was a problem here that had few paths to solutions waiting her, but Kyoka needed to try her best. Deep breaths tried to steady her heartbeat while she waited for more people to leave, Aizawa not even looking up at her while she milled about nervously. That was probably a good thing, she rationalized, even while fraying under the pressure gnawing at her. Everything about what she was about to do seemed utterly mad, but there wasn't much of an option left for her but to throw what she had into trying her best. She inched closer toward her teacher in anticipation and readiness, prepared to do whatever it took to make this work.
Only once the last person had left and it was only Kyoka left in the room did she finally make her move toward her homeroom teacher's desk. "Can we talk for a moment?" Kyoka asked, her voice fluttering and hopeless, already expressing the nervous ache of something that she was afraid of. Kyoka let it be all too clear from her tone that she was not confident in what was about to happen, shuddering through these worries and opening up to the dangers upon her, the weight of these shaky uncertainties making sure that she was in trouble.
Aizawa looked up at her from the corner of his eye; it wasn't hard to get a read on her. She was so nervous, so fearful, and he was going to want to move quickly to seize on that. Whatever she needed, she had no leverage for it, and there was about to be a lot of power in his hands. The unreasonable expression of utter madness here granted something as direct and mad as could be, the cutting thrill of pleasures too wicked for restraint, and all she could do was let these mad pleasures beg her along. "That's what I’m here for," he said.
It wasn't an encouraging reply, but Kyoka remained without any other options. Fretting and fraying in response to this, she braced for the ugliness sure to take her away when she said, "I want to save my boyfriend."
"I don't keep track of who anyone's dating," Aizawa said. A half-lie, but that was beyond the point. He needed to take the screws to her.
"Denki," she gasped. "I'm dating Denki, and I'm worried about his grades."
"He can try studying and improving like a normal student," Aizawa muttered. "But I'm sure that's not what you want done about it."
"I'll do anything to improve his grades," she insisted. Not that she heard rumours about Aizawa doing it, but she knew about the old tired stereotype of girls fucking their teachers for better grades. Why not fucking her teacher to get her boyfriend better grades? She loved Denki, and was ready to do anything for him, the uncertain and gnawing pressure of things that left her worried beyond sense about what was going to happen.
"If you want something, you should say it clearly," he said. He liked watching her squirm, but he also didn’t want to be the one to initiate this, wanting to needle her into action and surrender to the insanity awaiting her. "Be clear."
"I'll let you have sex with me if you bring Denki's grades up enough to keep him in U.A." As blunt and direct as she could be, hoping it worked. The tension built inside of her with throbbing panic, the fraying uncertainty of things she was certain were going to be a problem. "Please."
"Please have sex with you," Aizawa mused. "Odd thing for a loving girlfriend to beg for."
"I want to stay with him," she pleaded. 'That means doing what it takes. A hero is supposed to make sacrifices, right? So I'll be--"
A sudden open palm across her face cut off Kyoka's words, stunning her into silence. "Do not ever call what you're doing heroic," he said. "This is what a whore does, not a hero." Rising from his seat, he grabbed hold of Kyoka, dragging her in against him and forcing his tongue into her mouth. She wasn't ready for the assertiveness and the storm of pure aggression leaving her reeling so intensely under these shames, the pleasure messier and hotter while he forced a kiss upon his student, shameless about locking lips with the teen punk. "Tell me.'
"Tell you what?" she asked, trembling in worry.
"That you're being a whore," he told her. He seized her by the neck and pushed her up against the wall, his other hand trailing up her skirt, sneaking under her uniform and under her panties, rubbing mercilessly at her cunt while he did so. "Tell me you're being a whore right now."
"I'm a--a whore," she said, throbbing with a sudden fear and a confusion she was absolutely not sure she was able to deal with. Kyoka had no idea what to do with the way he was moving against her, the insistence and the rawness of a pressure that froze her up. She didn't know what to say or do while her teacher held her by the throat and let his fingers creep upon her. She’d been ready to offer herself, but not like this. Not for this. He put A fear and a confusion into her.
Aizawa continued to feel her up, jamming a single digit into her pussy. "Open your mouth," he commanded. She did so, only for him to spit into it, catching her off guard some more while he picked up a pace with his attention. Molesting the willing student, making her shudder through these shames with less and less in the way of stability. He was aggressive in ways she'd never really dealt with before, Kyoka's very vanilla sex life with Denki suddenly throttled by the aggressive and persistent heat of these attentions. She wasn't ready for him.
She looked down at his pants, seeing the strain of his hard-on bulging against them, and her legs shook a little bit. She was in no way ready for what was coming over her, the confusion and the panic of a lust she felt confused by, hopeless and uncertain while these pleasures begged her to fall into these unreal and uncertain pressures now. It was a mess, but a mess that she was in some sloppy measure of control over. The pressure was a disaster, begging her into a strange spot without any good way to handle these feelings. The ugliness of this wicked direction left her desperate, in a dire spot of confusion and strained hunger, trying to make some sense of all the baffling feelings sure to take her to a stranger and messier spot.
"I get to do whatever I want to you," boasted Aizawa. "Anything I want to, if you want to get Denki's grades up. No complaining about what I do, and if you say no to something, our deal is off. Understand?"
"Yes," she said.
A slap across her face. "Yes who?"
"Yes, sir." Spit landed in her mouth after she spoke, Kyoka was dizzy even trying to make sense of how rough her teacher was, the suddenness of his aggression and his forcefulness leaving her head spinning through the delirium and disgust of this all. She had no clue how to deal with the way he was treating her, but she felt the earnest, horny yearning drag her deep regardless, pulling her into something she couldn't ignore. Whatever was going on here, it was destructive, and it was about to ruin her.
Aizawa pushed her down, bracing her head to the wall while he reached into his pants, fishing out a fat cock that slapped gleefully across her face. "Open up for this," he said.
Too focused on his huge cock and the way it made her thighs clench together, Kyoka didn't notice his cloth moving until seized her by the wrists, yanking the up against the wall and pinning them there with his free hand. She gasped out in surprise, her mouth opening on command but the shock behind all of this leaving her in a strange spot even trying to deal with this now. She was held in place, up against the wall, faced with a cock shoving against her lips and knowing she had no good way to deal with this fucking disaster.
With a confident slide of his cock forward, Aizawa claimed his student's mouth, groaning, "I never thought I'd get to do this, with your grades. The upside to you dating an idiot." He pushed in deeper before she could object, cramming cock into her mouth, setting Kyoka off with the harshness and the confusion of these ever so delirious worries. There was no time for her to speak or refuse this, no room for her to say anything in either her or Denki’s defense. The greedy aches behind this lust left no room for any of that, no time. She was forced to just suck, wrapping her lips around the biggest dick to ever sink into her mouth and finding herself in a hopeless haze.
Denki was no slouch either, but Aizawa was packing, and every girthy inch of it was ready to sink past her lips, challenging her while he kept her hands up against the wall, out of the way and powerless. She couldn't stabilize herself or do anything to fight against the pressures wearing at her, the insistence and brutality of his greediest delights all feeding a newfound mess of total confusion. As he doubled down on committing his cock into her mouth, even hitting the back of her throat, Kyoka shook through the hopeless warning sign that this was about to be an absolute disaster.
He pushed hard forward, claiming her with a deep insistence making her body shudder through these wicked, disgusted worries now. She couldn’t stop this attention while he sank forward to claim her, There was nothing she could do to save herself amid the harshness that swept across her. Nothing about these feelings made sense to her now, the crushing insanity and the pleasure keeping her needing more, keeping her faltering. Kyoka clenched up under the weight of hopeless attentions, the excitement pulsing harder across a body not ready to face the sheer panic behind all of this. It was so much that she didn't have it in her to focus through, a tiring sweep of pleasures so intoxicating and messy that it all stopped feeling sane to her now. The pleasure continued to draw her in deeper, the tiring mess of straining ecstasy and obsession leaving her to fall into deeper chaos, the commotion of pure lust leaving her certain of the need in her to break.
Quickening his pace, he coaxed the confused, "Gluk gluk," response from Kyoka, her body clenching up while he got to deep penetration of her throat, the tireless heat and the commotion of pressures leaving her to falter in hopeless thrills of total madness now. There was no escaping the pressures demanding so much from her, the attention and chaos of pressures meant to make her suffer and squirm in shudders of panic and disgust. There was no escaping this mess, no grounding herself through these feelings while the pleasure dawned upon her so intensely. Nothing about all these feelings left her able to grasp the sheer insanity dragging her deeper, an outrageous burn of pleasures and needs lustfully throbbing through her now.
She liked sucking dick plenty, but never had she been held down and facefucked like this, the pleasure ramming madly into her, the draining confusion and pressure leaving her powerless, aching under the weight of all these feelings. It felt good, even if it was over the top and over the line, leaving her struggling and gagging on the cock ramming into her. She felt lost under these senseless feelings, under pleasures too wild and wicked to be able to manage, where all she could do was crumble under the idea of losing herself. It was a fucking disaster, the mess of sweeter madness that kept her faltering, giving in to the dramatic lust of deeper submission, unable to focus clearly through all the demands that made such a simple joke now out of her. She felt inexperienced and overwhelmed, like she was suddenly on the receiving end of a wicked storm so much more demanding and demeaning than anything she knew how to handle.
But the thrusts continued, the brutal weight of shameless glee pressuring her to keep sucking and obeying. The pressure was too much, an over the line spectacle dragging her down into this spectacle with less and less idea how to make it make sense. She was just spiraling, giving in to the drowning madness and confusion of such brilliant delight, the lustful slide into these feelings making her feel worse and weirder under the simple reality check this granted, the crushing euphoria that continued to rip across her. It was such a beautiful, sloppy mess of hazier ecstasies, feelings of a pleasure she was determined to give herself to in drowning madness. There was no way she could stabilize herself, falling into deeper, drowning insanity, struggling to grasp the finer points of her own demise through a confusion that left her to break down completely.
Groaning in delight while he sought pleasure from her mouth so intensely, Aizawa held back nothing, letting his storm of pure aggression and desire push him to go all out for this, the pleasures and the needs that built up into absolute inanity. Aizawa held back nothing on his path toward utter bliss when he erupted all over her face, dragging back at the very last second so he could paint her with a sloppy creampie for her troubles. The pleasure was sticky, shameless, driven by the absolute rawness and pressure of simple, senseless delight. "Take it," he groaned.
And she did. A big load glazing all over her face, making a sticky mess now of her face. She took on the sloppy shame and confusion with a throbbing confusion, the lustful panic and the heat that left her feeling so incredible. Her cunt was dripping while she received the ropes of thick, sticky cum all over her, the tireless hunger leaving her heated up and hopeless, the tireless pleasures she craved above all else. It was a disaster, a mess of pleasures and frustrations leaving her so raw and so hopeless now. She couldn’t believe everything pulsing through her body, a tiring mess of pleasures and confusions for her to have to disentangle herself from, and she just didn't know how to handle this.
Aizawa undid the buttons on her blazer, then opened up her shirt, revealing the modest, plain black bra beneath. "Surprised you even wear one," he scoffed.
Kyoka almost objected, but she remembered at the last second that she’d been specifically told to put up with everything or find that the deal was off. It shut her down, robbing her of her objections as he reached around back and undid her bra, dragging it down to reveal her tiny little A-cup breasts.
"Smallest in the class by a big margin," he mused, something a teacher should never under any circumstances have said, but he was eager now to keep using her, slapping his sticky, slick cock down onto her tits, rubbing her spit along. "I think I can enjoy this anyway."
"I'll do my best," she said, still gasping for air in the aftermath of what he'd done to her, the hazy throb of confusion and frustration leaving her so powerless and frustrated, the endless depths of this confusion providing her with no grounding to pull herself from this mess with. "I promise."
"You will," he replied, taunting her with his confidence, slapping his cock again upon her chest before he lifted her up, letting the cloth that held her wrists in place go slack and release her hands. He pushed up against her some more while his cum lingered on her face, his hands getting all over her petite body. "Hopefully, for as lacking as you are in curves, you'll be tight enough to make up for it. Open your mouth again."
Kyoka knew spit was coming, but the ensuing slap that almost smacked the cum off of her opposing cheek was a bit much. The continued roughness left her head spinning while she gazed down at his cock, wondering what she Should do before grasping it with both hands, starting to stroke it in a nervous, hazy offering of attention. She wasn't sure she knew how to make him feel good for this spit, unsure of how she could help this along, but she felt so desperate to try. She had to. Denki's future depended on it. "What can I do to make you feel good?" she asked.
Aizawa scoffed; her desperation was blatant, but he was happy to toy with that, drawing out this moment knowing he had all the room he needed to make his move on her. He just had to keep pressuring her along with a confidence and a pressure that could make her fall totally into this mess. "Take your panties down," he told her.
He could have done it himself, but Kyoka was going to have to obey his command. She pushed her panties down to her knees, letting them drop from there to her ankles, while she looked up at him with a nervous, sloppy worry. The haze of these pleasures left her in a place of total confusion, the ache of these shames leaving her utterly unable to make sense of just how fast she was about to fall; the awaiting crash was going to be incredible. She didn't know how to handle it, but she was there. A bit too excessively there, in fact, shuddering through the shakiness and uncertainty of everything about to rip her apart. "I'll take it," she said.
"You will."
With an abrupt shove forward, Aizawa buried his cock deep Into his student, groaning in pure excitement at confirmation that she was, indeed, as tight as he hoped. The certainty drove him crazy, her body receptive to his cock while he drilled into her, the pleasures driving him up the wall with direct and hazy hunger, the sloppy excitements that had him wanting to go all out on her. The ugliness swept across her with a destructive, whimsical vigor to keep pushing on without sense for.
"Going to have to loosen you up," Aizawa groaned, pinning her to the wall and letting loose the brutal speed of his thrusts, the tireless hunger propelling him into total insanity with a need and a pressure that left no room for sense. Unreasonable and burning ecstasy imposed upon her the absolute madness of joy she was happy to give herself in to, the tiring mess of spectacle and hunger that called for something she couldn't make sense of. It felt like too much, the tireless haze of pleasures so ecstatic and so wicked that it stopped making sense to her. She needed more, throwing herself into the idea of losing control, finding it impossible to grasp the weight of these mad pleasures, feelings of frustration and desire all greedily pulling her deeper. Aizawa spared no effort in the mad strokes deep into her cunt, the merciless pressure meant to make her crumble for his touch under the weight of total insanity.
Deep slams wasted no time and spared no effort in the greedy delights this offered her, pleasures of frustration and mania that kept her feeling better and better about the depths she sank to, the destructive whims that made her feel so incredible that it all stopped making sense. Kyoka let out wails of sweet insanity while he fucked her, startled by the weight of his attention bearing down on her and lost to the simplicity of such powerful, intense ecstasy.
It was not simple that Aizawa's cock was huge. It helped, certainly. But the real pressure was laid in the fact that never before had anyone treated Kyoka so harshly. The roughness behind Aizawa's every action, from the deep strokes to even just the way he held her, spoke of a harsh, callous dismissal and a dominance that drenched her cunt with need. She couldn’t resist the submissive glee of being used this harshly, the intensity driving her up the wall with simple passion and entreating her to lose herself to this mindless obsession, the almost mindless passion that carried her to keep losing herself. Kyoka didn't need to do much but receive all of it, but that destruction was itself enough for her to fall apart, lost to the moaning obsession and spectacle of manic submission, loving everything that struck her and melting into the certainty and relief of these wicked attentions now. She loved how lost she was to all of this, the pleasure that tore through her.
Aizawa's bigger, stronger body pinned hers to the wall, trapping Kyoka against his touch and treating her to the speedy insistence of an almost brutal need to push her limits. Her buttons were pressed every which way, the thorough and depraved glee of things that left her spiraling into madness while she got fucked into a stupor of senseless commotion, the greed and the desire all mingling for the euphoric grandiosity she needed, the freedom and the release that begged her on for more. It was just too much for her to bear, the sweeping mania that made Kyoka have to lose herself. One leg rose up, pressing against his side, almost teetering toward wrapping around his waist while the sounds being fucked out of her turned hazier.
"Moan like a dumb bitch for me," he said. "I can tell you want to."
She moaned on command. Was it because she was being assured she could, or because she was being commanded to? The difference didn't even make a lot of sense to her now as a useful distinction. Caught in the downward spiral taking her, Kyoka just moaned out louder, admitting, "Denki doesn't fuck me like this!" while getting pounded into, the creamy submission of a desire to let go robbing her of any decent or control now, such an undignified mess built on a foundation of destructive desires, whims and confusions that ripped across her, aching and throbbing with an unreal need to just be given up to. The searing obsession of losing control begged him into action, the confusion and the lust behind all this pleasure invoking things that stopped making sense to her.
His vicious strokes did a number on her, wearing at Kyoka's dignity, making her moan out hotter and harder for the overbearing crash into desire and excitement that invited her to just let fucking go. She had no control over this pleasure, the maddening ecstasies leaving her a throbbing mess crumbling under the simple and desperate euphoria of this mess. It was just too much for her, and under the weight of it came an incredible orgasm, the throbbing, overbearing glee of an erratic lust she found it impossible to handle. Kyoka couldn't believe the sheer destruction taking her, the weight of all these crashing lusts that fed into something inescapable and brutal. She loved every second of giving in to these crumbling delights no matter how much she shouldn't, have, the exhausting bliss leaving her to surrender to simple, burning needs that tore hard across her.
It was such a clumsy, senseless mess to have to face, the overbearing chaos of cursing desires making her feel weirder and hotter under these ever-more hopeless needs to lose herself. She had no control against the tides of hunger throbbing across her. It was like absolutely nothing she'd ever imagined, the draining pleasure leaving her to give up to these hopeless passions with an unreal need to let herself give up utterly. The unreal burn of unstoppable pleasures and needs begging her into these feelings now, the unstoppable joy that coaxed confused, hopeless moans out of her.
"Cumming on my cock like a cheating whore," he growled. Another glob of spit in her mouth. Her pussy contracted around his cock in the final push into orgasm, and Kyoka just had to accept how good it all felt. She fell to pieces under these throbbing pulses of a bliss and a chaos she had to accept in full. It was too much for her to make sense of, the tireless glee of a vigorous need that made her body beg and shake and shudder through the hopeless relief of something utterly sublime.
"Cum in me!" she howled, an act of open betrayal that she couldn’t pretend wasn't there to give up to. This felt amazing, her thoughts shuddering through the brilliant, beautiful relief of surrender to this all, giving in to the idea of letting herself give up in utter bliss. She had no idea what she could do to make this all stop, the brilliant hunger and passion inviting her to let go of everything for this senseless bliss. Shuddering through erratic, electric bliss, she let the desire be her undoing, let the idea of self-control leave her utterly. She let these ecstasies be everything to her, the only path forward for the shaky wreck giving in so happily.
Aizawa gave it to her. Every drop it. He held her down and pumped her full of his seed, groaning through the intense satisfaction of losing herself. A man who wasn't her boyfriend came deep inside of her, and her body shook through the incredible relief behind it, the trembling ecstasy that left her thoughts struggling and her head awash in the hazy, foggy joys of just giving in. There wasn't any steady way to resist all that took her, the tiring mess of pleasures that begged for surrender now. It was incredible to let consume her, her teacher's load and not her boyfriend's. Her cheek stung still his slaps and her cunt ached;.
She had never been this turned on in her life.
Aizawa didn't let her linger too long on what she'd done; he pushed her quickly over the desk, tugging her skirt up. "That's a nice ass on you, at least," he said, giving it a hard smack that provoked another cry of shock from Kyoka. He was in control, his dominance so vicious, so utterly intoxicating for the needy mess being taken. He spat on her, this time into her hair, before ramming his way up that ass.
"Anal?" screamed Kyoka. Her arms were seized again by the binding cloth, wrangled and yanked behind her back, held with one hand to leave the other free to smack her bubble butt again. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, I've never done anal before!"
"Sounds pretty bring. With how low his grades dipped after you started dating, I would have thought you were having sex all the time." He continued to pound madly into her, the wicked and brutal vigor of speedy efforts seeking to make a total fucking mess now of her. The overbearing disrespect behind this mess brought with all of it a pleasure to have to pursue in sloppier rushes of total joy.
Dynamic positions and a rough treatment were something Kyoka hadn't realized she was missing in all the normal missionary position stuff; this was all so exciting and direct, the pleasures driving her crazy with a burn of pleasures much too senseless to be able to grasp. The pressure driving her crazier here left her struggling to make sense of just how demanding these attentions all were, the pressures leaving her to keep giving in with hopeless ecstasy to the possibilities and the hungers begging her down. It felt too good, the tiring mess of pleasures and needs she continued to savour, the endless depths of a simple neediness that continued to beg her along.
The pleasures were all just so exciting and indulgent to give in to, the intoxicating throb of endless ecstasies she continued to slide in to. The neediness begged her in yearning passion to let her thoughts fall apart, the tireless heat that continued to plead her along, begging her into this insanity. She had no idea how she could make sense of all these pleasures, but the hunger begged her along without a moment's peace. There was nothing she could possibly do to make this slow down, the unstoppable yearning and passion that crushed her thoughts completely, stifling any resistance or sense now.
Aizawa kept his cool while making a mess of her, intent on leaving Kyoka's ass red and sore from this treatment, the deeper thrills and aggressions keeping him loving just how demandingly this could all get to him. He was happy to keep it pushing along, the overbearing pleasures to keep him wanting to go all out. Revelling harder in the chance to fuck his cute, flat-chested punk student, he went all out. "You look better from behind," he said, digging in on the nature of her chest, making her whine harder through the worries and shames while he preyed on her blatant insecurity. It was all getting messier, building up into things that carried him along with a ruthless need to keep going. To keep appreciating how good it felt to go all out invited something wicked and whimsical to this mess, a destructive whimsy that didn't seem any saner now under the madness here.
With her pussy drenched and leaking all over her thighs, Kyoka continued to succumb, giving in to the dizzier worries and pleasures passionately tearing across her. It was senseless, brutal and guided her bit by bit into ecstasy she could do nothing to stop. There felt like only the rushing lust ripping across her, the opportunity to give in to deeper. Her hopeless moans got fucked out of her harder, faster, the searing lusts leaving her to give in with shudders of mad delight to feelings too wild to grasp. All she could do was accept how good it felt for her teacher to fuck her ass, stuffing into the tight hole and using it with a marked lack of restraint or care, so undignified and wicked, but she was happily falling apart, hopelessly trapped in feelings of pleasure so brilliant and chaotic that there just felt like nothing left for her. She had no way to fight this off now.
"Still feel like a whore?" he asked.
"Yes! Fuck, yes. I'm a cheating whore. I'm selling my body, and it feels so good." Shame couldn’t stand up against the crushing bliss of giving in like this; the throbbing euphoria carried her into something she had no idea how to manage, but with each second of crumbling bliss came the overbearing bliss of an endless, disastrous lust she felt it impossible to make sense of. So many maddening delights carried her forward, the deepening appreciation and praise of feelings that didn't let her slow down, and all she could do was accept how nice it felt to be ruined. The senseless euphoria came crashing down upon her, burning hotter, throbbing across a body ripe for the taking, and all she could do was accept how good it felt to break.
And break, she did. With shudders of burning joy spilling out of her, she found it impossible to make this stop, the burning wickedness that tore through her with potent, orgasmic vigor. All of these simple, senseless throbs of pleasure offered simply too much for her to be able to bear, and she found it impossible now to resist falling apart, her body crumbling into madness and mania while she gave in fully, lost to the outrageous need for more that became her undoing. Kyoka felt so good as she crumbled for this sweeping insanity, the mania and the desires all pressuring her to lose herself. Anal was so much better than she ever could have imagined, her eyes rolling back and her body shuddering through the greedy, hopeless joy of giving in. She loved every second of letting go, giving in to all of this desperate joy to keep her needing more. There was no escaping this brilliant mess, the senseless, sloppy relief that begged her to just give in completely.
Aizawa pumped her ass full of cum, tugging on her hair and grunting, "Fucking slut," while he buried himself balls deep into her. There was no escaping this molten bliss for poor Kyoka now, her body trembling through cross-eyed bliss while he made a mess of her. Having her guts creampied only added to that ugliness, trapping her in the incredible surge of total relief and desire she couldn’t fight off a moment longer. She was awestruck, shaky, confused, left wondering how to deal with all this messy pleasure. She couldn't make a lot of sense of all of it, but she felt so good that she just couldn't grasp this mess.
But Kyoka did it. She took on the spitting, the slapping, the anal, the roughness, the insults. She felt like a used-up whore, but a used-up whore who had done and gotten what she wanted, and that had to be worth something, right?
"S-so now... Now you'll pass Denki?"
"Yeah." Aizawa tugged her head back and spat in her mouth again, trucked his cock way, and left the classroom. As dismissive and harsh a shutdown of her dignity as he could get, and she felt herself lost to creamy joy in the aftermath of this molten disrespect. That only left her turned on more in the lingering insanity and the madness of what had been done to her.
Straightening herself out and cleaning herself up as best she could, Kyoka kept her head low as she rushed out of the classroom a little while after him. She felt so good, but she burned with such remarkable indignity that she didn't know if she wanted o do anything but hide and deal with the sheer scope of this insanity. These ecstasies became too much for her to grasp, the endless depths of a wicked pleasures he was eager to let ruin her, the insistent and wild pressures leaving her to give up to this now.
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Denki got his grades up! For real! On his own merits!
Kyoka knew as much, because while his marks did go up under Aizawa, he started doing better in other classes, and in particular the ones he had bigger problems with. Denki weas finally making progress and improving as a student by--shock of shocks--studying. He put more time into studying and everything paid off tremendously, a redemption that pulled him out of the tailspin he was in. It was great news!
But it meant she didn't have an excuse to go back.
More time spent studying meant less time having sex with Kyoka, although the boring missionary sex that Denki gave her wasn't really going to scratch the itch any longer; she didn't mind too much that sex took a backseat, but she also really, really needed some sex. It was an ugly spot to be in, one that left her pent up and hopeless. The unbearable joy and relief this offered her was a lot to have to think about. She couldn't go back to Aizawa and ask for more, right? She’d only done it to get Denki's grades up, and now that they were up, she'd only be cheating on the boy she loved if she went for more dick. She couldn't possibly go see him. She couldn't do that.
"Can I blow you under your desk?'
She was in front of him, lips trembling, wanting to give herself back up to that.
"Denki's not in danger of being expelled anymore," Aizawa mused.
"I know," she admitted.
"So you want to cheat on your boyfriend just for the sake of it?"
"I want to get fucked again," she whined.
Aizawa snickered "You want to what?"
Kyoka winced. She didn’t have any coercive pressure making her do anything, and that included putting up with his words. But she volunteered it this time. "I want to be a cheating whore," she confessed.
Placing his fingers on her lips, Aizawa eased her mouth open, putting his thumb down on her tongue and staring her in the eye. Her lips wrapped obediently around the finger, sucking in ready acceptance of these hopeless throbs, the thrill of deeper pleasures leaving her to fall apart. "Get under the desk," Aizawa commanded. Sharp. Firm. Just what she needed.
She got under the desk in an instant, fishing out his cock and bringing her lips down upon it in a show of shaky, maddening need. Kyoka had no control over the dizzying pleasures leaving her to fall apart while she dragged her tongue up and down his length, hopelessly unable to grasp the dizzying pleasures begging her into action. She had no control over these feelings, the ecstatic, earnest lust pulsing across her without sense now. She felt so ashamed of herself, so ready to give in, and she couldn't fight off the temptations within her.
There was only the obedience and hazy bliss of giving now to take her, a ruinous pressure she felt ready to submit to, left with no choice in the matter. She got both hands onto his cock and let her mouth adore him with reverent, sloppy adoration, dragging her tongue along his twitching cock. The desperation that he'd left Kyoka with was maddening to face, something she wasn’t sure she could possibly make sense of now, throbbing under these ecstatic needs, the urgency and the desire bringing her to a state of lust beyond control. It was incredible to let ruin her, the pressures and the tired delights she continued to crave more and more of.
Her lips wrapped around the head, sucking him down in a slow, shaky burn of total desire, the adoring chaos and commotion of a lust she was faced with in growing frustrations, ashamed of the throbbing ecstasy drawing her in closer. She was embarrassed and hopeless, but so desperate for more that she couldn’t resist this now. She was powerlessly fixated on the pleasures and the desires that called to her, feelings of pure mania begging her to keep acting, giving in to these pleasures under the temptation that called to something deep within her, the abiding need to betray what she was and what she loved. The first time, she'd had something resembling an answer, a justification that no matter how flimsy she could hold on to. She had fucking none of that now. The shuddering lust tore through her with an earnest euphoria that begged her to give in, the throbbing confusion and commotion leaving her crumbling for the sake of dizzier shames and agonies she felt herself trapped in, the powerlessness and the heat of an endlessly deep hunger for more.
She couldn't resist these pleasures, couldn’t make sense of how fast she was falling apart. She just gave herself in to all of this, trapped in the manic and wicked lust that begged her to let go, and under this joy came something beyond reason. There wasn't much to be done about these insane feelings, rushes of throbbing excitement and need that called for something destructive and clumsy while she gave in to all of this. Letting her mouth free on sucking on his cock, she let her hungers get the better of her, let throbbing desire burn across her with an unreal thrill that kept her needing to want to keep giving in to.
There was no restraint or resistance behind these feelings. Her mindset sank into the swampy thrills of something she couldn’t ignore or resist. Letting her mouth roam along the cock in sloppy adoration, she fawned over the pleasures and possibilities getting the better of her, loving how good it felt to give herself to all of it.
Kyoka still loved Denki. No dick was good enough to change that. But as she served Aizawa's cock, she felt better than she could handle. Maybe it was okay to love her boyfriend but cheat on him for her own sake. To have some fun on the side. She'd done so much to help him, after all; now she could get something for her. That delusional commitment swayed through her head while she tended in hotter surges of delight to this sloppy bliss, the depths of a lust carrying her to let her thoughts fall to pieces, the euphoria sweeping across her, determination and heat begging her along with a mindless need to give up to all of it. She loved the weight of these feelings, the drowning, dizzying lust leaving her to have to give up to the idea of uncontrollable joy now. It was such a wicked, sloppy mess to have to deal with, the face of sweeping insanity guiding her to lose control, and he loved every second of the inescapable glee tearing across her. She loved every second of it as the only way forward, and all she could think about while tending to this cock was the joy of giving herself to these ecstasies.
"Can't wait to get this inside of me," she moaned. "I want you to fuck me so ba--gluk gluk gluk gluk!"
"No talking," Aizawa said, grabbing the back of her head and forcing her down his cock, sliding into her throat to cut her off entirely. He didn't have the time or patience for any of that, focused instead on the steadiness of guiding her along his cock, carefully focused instead on the relief and pressure of continuing to use her.
Kyoka's pussy quivered, drenching her panties. This was the treatment she needed, feeling so disrespected and useless, only good for sex; it wasn't something she wanted a boyfriend to ever use her as, but maybe that's why she needed to cheat so bad. She needed something Denki was too good a guy to give her, and she could keep up the cadence of these maddening joys, thrills of pleasure and want to keep her giving in without sense. She throated his cock, struggling and choking, slurping him down in a continued push toward insanity, the burning throb and aching, endless depths of a pleasure she continued to savour.
The endless, throbbing delights kept her giving in with a molten pleasure and a heat she continued to burn for more of, the indulgent, intoxicating sweep of pleasures too hazy for her to be able to handle, the exhausting thrill of desires she agave in to utterly, the pleasure that could rip her thoughts to pieces in the name of totally letting go. She lost her mind to this all, accepting the pleasures keeping her wanting more and more of this, these overbearing thrills to keep her giving in without sense to this relief. His cock throbbed in her throat, her drool dripping down onto his balls. Kyoka couldn't hold back the joy of sucking so hard and so deep, giving in to these tireless delights, drawn into a lust and ah gunner she couldn’t manage. It felt like everything she needed, inching her way into this bliss. She could barely hold on her excitement.
Aizawa grabbed the back of her head again and shoved her down until her lips were flush to the base of his cock, before dragging her back by the hair, making sure he could blast rope all over her cute face. Kyoka took the ropes of thick, sticky spunk with hapless, shuddering delight, shivers of madness and lust washing over her while she continued to falter in these crumbling depths of mania and hunger. She had no control over her downfall, no restraint to save her from these sweet, maddening joys. It was bliss, it was wrongness, it was ecstasy, and she could barely hold on through all of it.
Kyoka took the facial in pride now, the shameless excitement and the greedy thrill of something she was absolutely hopeless under. It was an amazing burn of total mania, the madness and the excitement to want to keep giving up to. There was nothing even remotely sane about this, but therein lay so much of the fun. "Will you fuck me now?"
"No," Aizawa said, leaning back in his chair. "You're going to get on top and ride me. I want to see how well you do. And if a flat girl can still make me cum even without some real tits to bounce in my face."
Kyoka winced, the dismissive and harsh tone making her shiver in frustration, the embarrassing and dizzying heat to leave her giving up to these feelings. She was so embarrassed by the endless depths of her frustration here, the embarrassment teasing and tempting her. She undid her jacket and her blouse again. No bra underneath this time, something she'd thought might get her some praise. Instead, she was hopelessly self-conscious about her chest while rising up to deal with him under a newfound, frustrating pressure insisting that she start to give up to these wicked attentions.
But she had to do her best. Climbing up onto her teacher's lap and settling down onto his cock, she let loose a hazy moan, letting the bucking thrill of sweet joy start on her without a shred of hesitation now. "I'll make you cum, I promise," she moaned, trying to be defiantly confident. "I can handle it. Those girls need their big boobs to make guys happy, I just do it with skill." She was bluffing, but as she slammed down onto his cock and got to riding, she did so with the determination and the passion required to try and correct the course.
The pressure upon her was a simple danger; the only way she was going to make this work out would be to throw herself into this pleasure and accept the hungry, sloppy embrace of total mania guiding her down. She had to throw everything she had into this mess and prove herself, up and down motions of frantic, obedient glee carrying her to let go of herself. Senseless, tiring bliss ripped across her, the outrageous rush of pleasures and needs he continued to surrender under.
Taking his thick cock into her was an incredible rush of senseless, aching delight, the pleasures she had to keep giving herself in to with a burning need for more, unravelling joys carrying her to let these ecstasies rip her to pieces. The overwhelming, sloppy rush of hunger and passion carried her to need to give herself up to all thee merciless ecstasies, feelings totally removed from dignity and sense. It was indecent, it was destructive, and it felt so fucking good that she couldn't imagine trying to hold it together a second longer. She let out so many moans, fighting through the pressure of having his thick cock inside of her once more, the tightness and the joy behind these feelings bringing her a remarkable need to just let fucking go. It was too much for her to resist, so ecstatic and wicked that she just had to let it fucking destroy her.
"I need you to dominate me," she whined, pleading for more. "I can't help it. I've been a god girlfriend, but you treat me so bad, and I love it." She stuck her mouth open, tongue hanging out in desperate pleading for him to spit in it, something Aizawa was happy to oblige in. Her moans turned even dizzier and louder, her hips crashing down again and again to try and threw herself into the pace of mania and hunger that called out for more. The whimsical vigor of these destructive lusts propelled Kyoka to just act in mindless submission to the pleasures taking her, accepting feelings of unraveling mania that continued to rob her of clarity or sense, uncontrollable in its fundamental construction and inviting her to let go of all sense. She needed more, gleefully submitting to the fullest expressions of her desires, the lust throbbing without a shame through her. It was a careless mess, manic and hopeless under the weight of these leasers, and all she could grasp was the simple insanity of letting herself fall to pieces.
Hammering down as fast and as hard as she could to try and get off, all that Kyoka could think about was proving herself. She proudly shoved her flat chest into his face, a boastful effort to flaunt it that didn't mean a damn thing while she faltered so dramatically, the trying pleasures leaving her to give in to these merciless feelings, the endless depths of a wicked pleasure she was falling harder victim to. The crash into this fanatical burst of lust brought her an incredible need to lose herself, the mindless spectacle and the bass of giving up completely, powerlessly crumbling while the ecstasy unraveled inside of her. She loved every second of giving up to all of it, the powerful release and relief of pure, shivering bliss to leave her falling to pieces in crumbling mania, the madness of sublime submission leaving her to fucking break now. It was a fucking disaster, the throb of sloppy excitements keeping her wanting to keep riding, moving faster, throwing all sense away, abandoning her dignity and decency to get fucked.
The firm smacks against her ass left her shaky, needy, lost to the hopelessness of sloppy desire guiding her deep. Kyoka did everything she could to try and handle these wicked feelings, the tireless hunger and the pleasure to keep her wanting to lose her mind. The carelessness drove her crazy, the pressure insistent and merciless while she gave in to all of it. The pleasures were so exhausting, so spectacular, and she fell apart for all of it, thrashing through the shudders of a hopeless euphoria that got to her. She was hopeless, needy, throbbing under the exhausting joy of giving in and giving up.
"Please cum in me, again," she whined.
"Not degrading enough."
"Please cum raw in my worthless, cheating pussy. I'm a teen whore fucking her teacher for fun. I'm your cockslut. I'm your bitch. Please ruin me behind my boyfriend's back!"
That worked.
With a hard groan and a slam up into her tight hole, Aizawa let loose into her, pumping the needy teen full of cum, using his student with glee and shameless greed. He held on tight, reveling in the power in his hands while he made her fall apart for him, and under these pleasures came a boldness and a ferocity that carried her to lose herself. The outrageous pleasure and the hunger throbbed across her with mindless needs for more, the carelessness and the greed that begged her to let go. Intoxicating swells of utter mania brought Kyoka to the depths of endless pleasure, the voracious bliss heating her up, pressuring her to let go, begging her into surrender and passion while she accepted that nothing could make her feel better. She reveled in all of it, surrendering to these feelings, the ecstatic greed and the need she was happier to embrace.
"Slut," Aizawa grunted, grabbing hold of her and turning her around, shoving her down over his desk without warning, his hand in her hair holding her cheek down flush to the wood while he came up from behind her.
"Are you going to fuck my ass again?" she whined, a pleading haze of dizzy glee that made clear what she wanted and how badly she craved it.
"No."
Slamming into her cunt again, Aizawa let loose the full-bore greed of his overwhelming, reckless pleasure. The senseless heat behind these greedy pleasures begged him to act without sense through these merciless attentions. The pleasure was senseless, greedy, the unstoppable hunger carrying him to let go. The pleasure kept up a pleasure and a chaos keeping up feelings of wicked mania keeping him wanting to go all out, losing his mind to the aching euphoria and the senseless pleasure driving him mad. There was nothing here but the pure insanity of this manic desire, a gleeful delight and a pressure to keep something up that defied all reason.
Being railed like a squealing whore by her teacher was not the kind of place that Kyoka thought she could end up in, but she was a panting, shaky mess wrecked by his cock so eagerly that it all just came together for her. She melted into the outrageous joy of giving in to these wicked feelings, the endless depths of madness and hunger she couldn’t ignore. Irresistible greed begged her along, There was no escaping the satisfaction throbbing across her, feelings of greed and excitement she had to accept as the only sensible way forward. There was only the cursing euphoria of this surrender, the intoxicating swell of being held down and used like a cheap whore.
Her moans were ecstatic, reckless expressions of gleeful joy carrying her to give in, the unstoppable, unchained bliss of things she let go of without shame. The carelessness begged her along without shame, the chaotic hunger keeping her trapped now in pleasures she couldn't bear to hold on through. These pleasures were unstoppable, ruthless, guiding her to let go of all sense, the throbbing ecstasy and pressure of pressures that felt maddening, overbearing, but also like paradise. Every last bit of the mad ecstasy that she needed most came bearing down upon Kyoka, guiding her to lose her mind, accepting the pleasures burning messier through a body tired and hopeless and shaking through total mania now.
It was just too good to make sense of, the unignorable passion ripping across her, tireless pleasures guiding her, bit by bit, into the thrills and the passions of a pleasure she couldn't resist. Kyoka threw back, but the dominating pressure of his whole body heaving forward left her bullied around regardless, drowning her in smothering joys and leaving her to fall messier apart, drawn into the greedy bliss and the confusion keeping her loving every second of these feelings, the maddening joys to keep her wanting to let this all go. The inescapable throb of endless delights and decadent lusts begged her to let go, pleaded with her body to accept the shuddering delights that pulled her in, and she had no way to fight this off any longer.
Aizawa made sure to hold her down, using her cunt like he owned it. "Cheating sluts get what they deserve," he groaned.
"What do I deserve?" she asked, only for him to lean in and spit in her mouth again. Of course. Of course that was what she deserved. "Thanks," she cooed in giggly, fuck-drunk delight. "I'm glad to get what I deserve."
This was making Aizawa more cocky, the delight of pounding mercilessly forward, indulging in the way her body surrendered to his touch, the overbearing delight and the greed of senseless lusts guiding him to just keep throwing everything he had into this wicked mania. There felt like nothing but utter joy in all these hopeless pressures, the frustration and persistence making him feel better and better about the sheer weight of his desires upon this situation. With a brightening smile and a hopeless throb of total mania, Kyoka felt herself inching toward the shameless bliss of relief, the certainty of another orgasm to rip her thoughts to shreds. she was committed, earnest, obedient. Ready to be ripped to pieces and taught how to be a good girl by her teacher. His big dick was just too good for her resist, the tireless hunger guiding her to accept these deeper throbs of total madness with no way to make sense of it.
"Don't hold back," she pleaded, her eyes rolling back, these maddening excitements pleading with her all on her way to total mania, the pleasures that tore through her without shame or restraint in the name of absolute madness. She howled out every second of wanting to let herself give up to this all, the burning obsession and ecstasy that tore her to shreds. She savoured all of it in writhing, cross-eyed joy, the satisfaction and the pleasure to keep her wanting to let these feelings become too much for her to bear. Kyoka was falling madly to pieces, loving every second of the destruction sweeping across her, savouring the clingy, greedy joy of getting fucked like a stupid bitch for this big cock. She felt so lost to the burning ecstasies and the passions that turned her into something mad, something almost ugly under the weight of these obsessions, but she was determined to accept the ecstasy within, to embrace what was being done to her and revel in the vile bliss of cheating on her boyfriend with her teacher. Not for anything but the love of his big dick and the way he mistreated her.
Aizawa reveled in once more driving his cock balls deep into her hole and firing off a molten load for her to deal with. Obsessive, wicked, hopeless, the pleasures turned Kyoka's thoughts inside-out as she squealed once more through the ecstasy, falling to pieces for the brilliant fever and confusion of these pleasures, trapped in the vigorous obsession and the relief of giving up so happily. She loved every second of this downfall, the burning mania and the heat that trapped her in this joy a moment longer.
Drawing back slowly, Aizawa gave her ass one last slap and said, "Get out of my office now.”
"What about anal?" she objected.
"What about it?" his fingers squeezed and tugged a moment before smacking again.
"You aren’t going to fuck my ass?" she whimpered, biting her lip, a hopeless convert to the delights of anal, wanting more of it.
Aizawa scoffed. The power was all in his hands now to make a mess of her, "Cheating sluts get what they deserve," he explained.
"What does that mean?" she whined.
"If you want anal, you'll have to come back for it."
Ruthlessly, Aizawa was going to use her own desires against her, and coax what he wanted out of her by stringing along all of his dominance and his leverage over her. Her ass hole puckered at the thought of having to wait until 'next time', an almost coercive confidence that she was nonetheless readily a victim to. There was no escaping this madness, no fighting off the mania and the hunger that swept across her, and under the all-consuming burn of this lust came a delight beyond reason.
But she'd be back. With a shaky smile, she whined, "Next time. Anal, you promise?'
Aizawa didn't answer, scoffing and leaving the classroom. It didn't matter if he had responded or not; Kyoka would be back regardless.