Stealing Spree

Chapter 1787 Orimura Sanae (2) *

Chapter 1787 Orimura Sanae (2) *

Once her breathing returned to normal, the first thing Orimura-sensei did was to place her knees down on my sides before further pressing her lower body. With my arms supporting her back, she trusted that no matter how much she moved, I could keep her from falling over.

“Hnngg... I feel stuffed, shameless brat. You filled me up, alright. Y-you said this would be enough. It better be or else...”

Upon feeling my cock twitch because of her movement, the woman shot me another glare as she masked her stimulating voice acting like I wronged her. She’s aware of how far I reached and how tight she’s squeezing me, both of us probably got assaulted by pleasure when my blood furiously pumped down there.

“Or else?” I raised an eyebrow, intentionally provoking her. At the same time, I adjusted my back, placing us firmly at the center of this bench.

Her face scrunched up from that small movement and with my provocation affecting her, her response came with a snarl.

“I’ll strangle you and be done with this!”

Watching her like this was pretty fun. But then again, if I teased her too much, she might just really strangle me for my audacity.

“Yes. I understand... Should I start moving then?”

“Huh? No! I told you, stay still. I... I’ll do it.”

Holding back my laughter, I nodded at her before sliding my arms down, just enough for me to get a handle on her quivering backside.

She didn’t like it that much though. Almost instantly, she swept my hands back to where it was originally and pressed down on my chest, lifting her upper body. Her voluptuous pair drooped a little but with how compact they are, their tempting form is maintained.

While staring at me from above, her hips made its first movement. She slid forward, pulling out around half of my length – just before the uncharted territory I discovered where she could comfortably hold me – and pushing it back down instantaneously.

Like she declared, she’s doing it by herself.

A squelching sound was produced from that small movement as I felt my cock plunging back to her depths. Orimura-sensei bit her lips as the expression on her face became more honest despite maintaining her glare.

“Hahh... Let me just... get the hang of this first.” She breathlessly murmured, masking her moan, before moving for a second time.

It’s the same as the first one but this one, her return was smoother as it started to remember my shape. Her love juices dripped down on my balls, making me shudder from its warmth.

If not for her telling me not to move, I’d probably match her pace with well-timed thrusts. That way, it would be easier for her.

Alas, she wanted to keep it this way. Believing that if I don’t move, we’re not having sex. She’s simply educating me and helping me calm down my raging erection.

“Sensei, it feels good.”

“Y-yeah. I know. So, hurry up and cum, shameless brat. Uhhmmp~”

She covered her mouth at the end of that sentence, preventing her moan from escaping again. But as it was too obvious, it was a useless endeavor.

I wouldn’t call her out for that though. Watching her movements and bodily reactions was also stimulating for me. I could already feel my climax approaching. And for sure, she’s the same.

“I will...”

Repeating her movements, Orimura-sensei’s figure looked like she was now dancing on top of me. Her hands firmly pressed on my chest as she humped up and down. My cock is the lucky recipient of this continued pumping of my blood to resist her tight squeezes.

Before long, Orimura-sensei stopped blocking her moans and once she got the hang of it, she bent down again, locking our lips together.

In between the kisses and her vigorous humping, our whispering voices that turned into a bout of teases and scoldings, the two of us gradually became lost in this height of pleasure.

A few minutes in, I bent my knees and firmly placed them on the bench to prop my hips higher, giving her ease of movement. Orimura-sensei did the same with hers as she aimed to quicken her pace.

The connection of our lips broke again but in place of it, Orimura-sensei hugged my head and plunged me down her chest.

Amidst the moans and the wet sounds produced by her hurried movements, I returned to suckle on her hardened cherries while my arms kept up supporting her securely on top of me.

“Sensei... I think I’m close...” Eventually, feeling that I couldn’t hold it back anymore, I called out to her.

Twice.

She didn’t hear me the first time so I repeated it at the same time as I pressed on her back, guiding her head back above me.

Despite her extremely erotic expression, her glistening lips stretched into another triumphant grin. But a moment later, she bit her lips and nodded.

“Me too...” She whispered before leaning down, restarting our lips’ connection.

She didn’t say whether I could cum inside her or not but in this position where she clearly lacked the intention of dismounting me, I took that as a silent permission.

And with her hips humping furiously, making sure that I would always be deep inside her, any hesitation disappeared from my head.

Maybe we’d both regret this later but for now, our heads were filled with the thoughts of one another.

Nonetheless, I still followed her words of not moving at all and let her do it for us. Instead, I diverted my efforts to securing her in my arms and giving her the kiss that she would always long for.

Soon enough, the bench started creaking from the hurried movements before a subdued moan leaked out from our blocked mouths. Her hips pressed down on me for the last time, locking my erupting cock in her depths while being squeezed out by her uncontrollable spasms.

As the feeling of being strangled down there came over me, my hips also uncontrollably moved as it convulsed four times, shooting everything it stored deep within Orimura-sensei.

I don’t know how long that sensation lasted but the room soon became tranquil. Apart from the sounds of our hurried breathing, the two of us remained at that opposition even if the pleasure already passed by.

Without looking at it, we both could sense the mixture of our juices slowly seeping out of our connection. However, until we stabilized our breath, my cock which had already lost most of its hardness remained plugged inside her. Likewise, Orimura-sensei possibly didn’t want to let go of it.

“Sensei...” Being the first one to recover, I called out to her. Like earlier, she moved her head to my side, her face buried in my neck.

“Don’t say anything, shameless brat.” It took a little while but she managed to reply to me. I thought she might just fall asleep because of exhaustion. Compared to me who didn’t have to move that much, her stamina was surely drained from her.

Her back was even drenched with sweat. I tried wiping her off using my hand but it was insufficient.

That’s why I just went for her face, lifting her to me one more time.

I kissed her and she kissed me back before silence reigned upon us.

For sure, our heads were filled with complicated thoughts. Using the silence to sort those out, we eventually stood up and cleaned each other.

Minutes later, we put our clothes on and looked at each other. How long have we been missing? Maybe half an hour? I don’t know.

Satsuki and Eguchi-sensei were definitely still waiting for me to return. And so were my girls who watched the match.

Footsteps never cease outside even when we’re in the middle of it. And even at this moment, we could hear activity there just that it’s now as busy as earlier wherein people probably come and go to the waiting room of our basketball team to either congratulate them or check on this year’s city champions.

“Brat, let me check.” Orimura-sensei was the first to break the silence. She leaned to me, checking if a bulge remained obvious on my pants.

When she didn’t see anything, she tapped my shoulder.

This woman... She’s acting like everything is normal. But her face alone was enough to tell what exactly was going on in her head.

In any case, I played along with her, “Thanks to you, sensei. It won’t be up anytime soon. At least, if Eguchi-sensei or Satsuki don’t give me stimulation.”

“This shameless brat! After all that?! Hahh... You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m just being honest, sensei. I’m simple-minded like that. What about you? Are you going to be fine?”

“Don’t ask. Remember, what I did is nothing but help you. Do not misunderstand.”

That’s a tall order, no? But then again, that’s probably how it was currently in her head.

“If that’s how you want it to be, then so be it. I’m looking forward to next week, sensei.”

“S-sure. Get ready to be corrected.”

Although her voice faltered there, Orimura-sensei recovered her composure and stood up.

She then walked to the door, leaving me behind.

She then glanced back at me and continued, “... Shameless brat. Tell Ryouko I’ll be on the bus if she looks for me. I don’t need to tell you why, right?”

“I understand. But sensei, I’ll have to tell you this first.”

“What?”

“I won’t be able to keep it between us. I’ll tell her and everyone connected to me that something happened. I won’t go into detail, of course. However, they’ll be aware that a connection has been established between us.”

Right. Even if I said I might regret everything later, I was still the idiot who promised to always be transparent with my girls.

Upon hearing that, Orimura-sensei fell into contemplation. When she opened her mouth again, her expression was one of understanding.

“Suit yourself... I won’t be able to keep this hidden from her as well anyway.”

Is she already regretting it? I don’t know. She continued to the door and grabbed the handle.

But before she could pull it open, I added, “Sensei, don’t hesitate to call me if you feel like wanting to scold someone. I won’t miss it.”

In other words, if she started feeling regretful of what we’ve done, I wanted her to rely on me to ease her mind. She could surely get ahold of my number if she wanted to.

She heard me but she chose not to answer anymore. After a slight pause, she stepped out of the room, leaving me behind.