Neighborhood Orgy - Chapter 45

 Beyond the large glass panes, the snow was falling violently.

I sipped the latte Ms. Mori had bought me while waiting for her to return, but I couldn't help but wonder—is school really canceled today?

When she came back from the restroom, she sat right next to me. As usual, she was far too close. She was still wearing her red trench coat.

"Hey, try pressing this," she said, handing me something that looked like a small car key. It was egg-shaped, with a cross-shaped button in the center.

"Go on, try it," she urged again. I tilted the button toward the "plus" sign. Somewhere, a low bzzzzzzz hummed, and Ms. Mori let out a sweet, lingering sigh.

"That feels wonderful..." she whispered, gripping my right arm.

Startled, I accidentally pressed down harder. Bzz-bzz-bzzzz! Bzzzzzz! The vibration intensified.

"Ahn... you're a little beast, aren't you?"

Hearing a teacher use a word like that made my head spin. "Um, Teacher... is this a...?"

"Hush. You keep holding onto it," she insisted, thrusting the remote into my hand. "Tell me... you're always staring at me. Why is that?"

The sudden question made me flinch. I certainly couldn't tell her the truth—that while she’s working hard to give a lesson, I’m staring at her because I’m remembering extreme videos like Busty Teacher Gang-Rape or Non-Stop 100-Round Creampie.

"Is it because I look like someone?" she asked.

Does she know about her own resemblance?

"You know, I don't usually talk to students like this, but you always look at me with such... passionate eyes. I've been wanting to talk to you, Yuu-kun."

"Um... are my grades that bad?"

"Hehe, you say the cutest things. That’s not it, is it? I want to know why you’re ravishing me with your eyes."

Wait, she knows?! Was I really that obvious? Well, I suppose from her perspective, I was. I’d spent plenty of time "wholesomely" imagining sucking on her marshmallow-like breasts until they were about to burst, or seeing what the pussy beneath that slender waist looked like.

"Hey... I’m starting to feel a bit feverish. It’s tough," she said. Her face was indeed flushed, and her hand in mine was damp with sweat. "Listen... could you walk me somewhere I can rest?"

It was a troubling request, but I couldn't just leave Ms. Mori stranded in the middle of a snowy city. "Should I call a taxi?" I asked.

"It’s okay, I’ll call one with my phone," she whispered. Her face grew even redder, and a deep crimson tint spread across her neck. She looked incredibly sultry, almost like she was drunk. "Besides... I'm so happy you're still playing with that remote."

I wondered if she was getting sick. "Should I buy you a cold drink or something?" I offered. "No, no... I'm fine," she replied. As we talked, a yellow minivan taxi pulled up on the road outside.

"That’s it. Let’s go."

She helped me into my coat, and we stepped outside. I felt like people were staring, but then again, even in the snow, there were quite a few customers around. I just figured they were looking because she’s so beautiful. But then she wrapped her arm around my waist and leaned into me.

"You're a handsome one," she giggled as we climbed into the taxi. "The girls around here are following you with their eyes. It gives me such a sense of superiority."

The driver was a woman. "Thank you for always choosing us!" she said in a young voice.

"Take us there, but take the long way around first," Ms. Mori instructed.

"Understood. The usual route, then."

By now, Ms. Mori was leaning her entire weight on me. "Sorry... help me take off my coat."

I started undoing the buttons from the top, but—wait—my hands kept brushing against her breasts. When I reached her waist and unbuckled the belt, the red trench coat fell open to the left and right.

I expected to see clothes underneath, but there was nothing. Only bare skin. I tried to pull the coat shut hurriedly, but she stopped me.

"Nooo," she moaned, exposing her breasts. "Look... this is what you wanted to see, isn't it?"

"Teacher... your clothes... your underwear... what happened to them?"

"I took them off in the restroom earlier," she said with a smile.

I didn't know how to respond to that. Is the "pervert woman" people have been talking about actually Ms. Mori? I looked at the driver for help, but she ignored me.

"What? Are you embarrassed?"

Of course I am! I thought, but the words wouldn't come out.

"You can rub them, you know. You can pinch the nipples, too." She took my hand and forced me to knead her soft, melting breasts. "So, what were you imagining? Busty Teacher Gang-Rape? Or maybe Can't Go Home Until Ravished 10 Times in the City? Or was it the Bondage Drug-Sex one? Which do you like?"

"No, I... um... aren't those all... 'Yulia's' works?"

"That’s right. I look like her, don't I?"

I didn't know what was happening anymore, so I just went for it. "Yes. Ms. Mori, you look exactly like my favorite actress, Yulia-san."

I thought I heard the driver burst out laughing. I felt my entire body turn beet-red with shame. Even Ms. Mori went still for a moment.

"O-Oh... I see. Thank you."

Thank you? Also, in this flow of conversation... "Is that device... a remote-control vibe?" I muttered.

"Yes... it’s inside me right now. Press it more."

"Um... like this, Teacher?" I pressed it toward the strongest, most intense setting.

"Going straight to the maximum? You really do have the talent of a beast! Hiiiiii! I'm goooing!" Ms. Mori arched her back, her massive breasts swaying violently as she climaxed.

"Ms. Mori, are you okay?"

"Haa... it’s been a while since I finished in a taxi. It feels so good to go out in the snow."

She’s... surprisingly tough, I thought.

"My," she said, glancing down. "Even this isn't enough to give you an erection?" I felt embarrassed to have her looking at my crotch. "Do you dislike car sex?"

"No, no! I’ve just never done it. Though... I do like those taxi videos."

"Ah, the overseas ones? With the nympho and the driver?"

"Yes. I love those."

"My, you really are promising!" She was becoming quite the predator. Was this her true nature?

Wait... she said "thank you" earlier. Does that mean...? "Are you... actually... Yulia-san?"

"Yes."

Yes?! Wait! SHE IS?!

"I love your work!" I blurted out.

"Oh, that makes me so happy! Well then, shall we get married?"

"Uh, I don't think I can legally do that at my age..." I stammered, bewildered.

"I'm joking," she said, though her smirk was lovely. "But... maybe we should have a wedding anyway. Driver, pull up to 'Alpha'."

As Ms. Mori—no, my favorite AV actress, Yulia—made the request, the driver asked, "Is there anything I can help with?"

"Well, the snow makes work difficult, so maybe you could film us?" Yulia replied, caressing my crotch.

"I’d be happy to. And don't worry, Teacher—I've already filmed everything that happened in the car."

"Oh, you..." Yulia muttered.

Before long, we turned off the main road into a back alley and stopped at an old building at the dead end. Ms. Mori stepped out into the snow—still completely naked—as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I followed, carrying her red coat.

"Hey, take a photo," she said. There, in the falling snow, she crouched down, spread her legs herself, and pulled the remote vibe out. A fairly large imitation phallus emerged; steam rose from the wet rod as it hit the cold air.

"I got it! Video too!" the driver called out.

The three of us took a key from an old woman at the front desk—who didn't even bat an eye—and took the elevator to the third floor.

When the doors opened, the room inside was a wedding chapel.

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