Neighborhood Orgy - Chapter 51

 The crotch—the scent of that place wrapped in my teacher’s white underwear—is incredibly arousing.

I don’t know what it was, but having her grind against my face and then transitioning into a paizuri... it’s different from putting it inside or having it licked. The fleshy sensation was irresistible. It’s the first time I’ve ejaculated that quickly.

Haa... what is this feeling? Even though I wasn't moving at all, it feels like the semen surged from the very core of my body. I’m lying here on my back, unable to move. Looking at Ms. Mori, her face is covered in semen.

I didn't realize that much came out. I’m a little surprised at myself.

And while I’m dazed, Ms. Mori is scooping the semen off her face with her fingers and licking it. Ah... it reminds me of the first time, when Mayumi-san drank it for me. I get so excited when someone drinks my semen.

My lower body starts feeling hot again. If I were my old self, I would have stood up right now, grabbed her head, and forced her to take it, telling her to "lick it" or "drink it." But now that I have a bit more composure, I just said, "Um, Teacher... I'm sorry."

"E-Ehhh... I’m the one who should apologize for doing this! Listen, this was an accident. Let’s keep it a secret, okay?"

Right. Ms. Mori is different from my homeroom teacher, Ms. Honma. I felt a sense of relief. Ms. Mori isn’t going to turn into a total nympho like Mayumi-san, Ms. Honma, Aoi-san’s mother, or Rena-san next door during that string of encounters, right?

"But, you know... if, just if, you can’t hold back anymore... come talk to me. I don’t have much experience, but... I can take care of you."

"Yes. Thank you very much."

She’s worried about me living alone. It made me happy. I straightened my uniform and said, "Excuse me, Teacher," before using my handkerchief to wipe the semen off her face and the small amount that got in her hair.

"Um, are you okay?"

"Yeah... I’m fine. Look, lunch break is almost over. I don't have a class next period, so I’ll head out after I clean up here."

I said "Thank you" once more before leaving the Guidance Room.

Once I was out, I let out a breath. Haa... I’m so glad Ms. Mori isn’t Yulia-san. If she had actually been like her sister Haruka—the way she lied yesterday—I don’t think I could have kept myself in check. Still, Ms. Mori’s breasts... compared to Yulia’s, they were heavy, firm, and had this amazing core and elasticity. They were incredible. I’d love to taste them again, but I guess that won’t happen. I’ll just consider this a stroke of luck.

When I got back to my seat, Aoi-san next to me asked, "Did something good happen?" When I answered, "Yeah, something a little happy," she shot back with, "Don't you mean something feeling good?" and I panicked. Aoi-san has a way of testing the waters like that; it's scary. Plus, I feel like she’s getting sexier by the day, so my heart races whenever she talks to me or looks at me.

While I was thinking that, our homeroom teacher, Yoko Honma, walked in. She’s a beauty as always—tall, slender, with small but beautiful breasts and sensitive nipples hidden away. I couldn't help but remember when she attacked me in the Student Guidance Room—the same room I was just in with Ms. Mori. She had approached me with that face and started rubbing my crotch.

"So, you're not a virgin anymore, are you?"

She had said that just a few hours after I’d been unable to resist attacking my voluptuous neighbor, Mayumi-san. It was the first time I’d been teased with words like that, and my mind went blank. But now, I’m calm. I can fantasize about what’s under her sharp suit, but my body stays settled.

Still, I’ve been thinking lately... it might be fun to "keep" a woman like that at home. "Keep" might be the wrong word, but having a female around just for the sake of ejaculating—like Ms. Mori earlier—would feel great. Honestly, if I don’t get the semen out of my body comfortably a few times a day, I start feeling strange and lose my focus.

But women like Mayumi-san or Rena-san and her sister have such strong lusts of their own... Ms. Honma’s voice suddenly changed, as if she could see right through me and knew my head was full of things unrelated to the lesson. She’s the owner of the second female body I ever experienced.

While everyone else looked puzzled, only Aoi-san was smiling at me. "I wonder what’s wrong with Teacher? She’s making a voice like a cat in heat."

Wait, did you do something, Aoi-san? When I gave her a look, she showed me a small, egg-shaped remote. It looked just like the one Ms. Mori’s sister had for her remote vibe.

Why does Aoi-san have something like that? Between this and the thing with her mother... Aoi-san might actually be the one with the deepest "darkness."

After showing me the remote, the class ended normally. I was too scared to bring it up, and soon it was time to go home. I’m just glad I cleared up the misunderstanding today.

After getting home, taking a bath, eating, and finishing my studies, I had a few hours left before bed. I found myself remembering Ms. Mori’s paizuri and how good it felt. And whatever mischief Aoi-san is up to... yeah, I’ll try not to get involved. Still, is there some connection between Ms. Honma and Aoi-san?

And what do those adult toys actually feel like? When I did it with Aoi-san’s mother, the AV actress Maria Kuroishi, at my place, I put one in her anus and a vibrator in her pussy. She seemed to love it. I wonder if Aoi-san uses them too? Maybe because her mom is an actress, she awakened sexually early?

I wonder if there are many girls among my classmates who have experience, even if I just haven't noticed. Come to think of it, in our net literacy class, they said that with the internet penetrating all generations, we’re entering a "neo-medieval" society. For people our age, they called it the "loss of childhood." A loss of a time when children are protected from violence—including sexual aspects—and can learn without working. That is the "child" of the connected age.

It’s true. We can access sexual videos so easily. They make money because we watch them, and sometimes we can even become the providers. The cost and means of connecting to the outside world used to be handled by the household unit, but now the amount of data our generation uses costs more than our parents' generation could imagine. There really isn't much reason for us "children" to be protected anymore.

I even worry if there will even be jobs for me once I reach working age. Maybe in the future, middle schoolers living alone like me won't even be rare.

Sexual awakening... I feel like maybe I’ve "awakened" too much, or maybe people are looking at me too sexually. No, that’s just conceit. But I can't help but sigh. When you can watch these videos whenever you want, it’s hard to suppress those base desires. Even during the day, I find myself acting kindly or suggestively toward women I meet.

I read in a psychology book once that this is similar to the psychology of abused children. Well, maybe just "similar." If you search for it, you find plenty about girl's prostitution or "compensated dating," but almost nothing comes up for boys. In my case, even if I claimed I was ravished, people would just say, "Good for you, getting the experience," or at most, the woman might face criminal charges now. But even as I try to calm my mind with these theories, the screen in front of me shows a video of a woman licking a massive fake penis and putting it in her pussy until she climaxes happily. I think the problem is my own heart for continuing to watch it.

I remember Ms. Honma’s "cat in heat" voice. Was she really teaching class with a toy in her pussy? And was that a game she was playing with Aoi-san? Could it have been the vibrator I used on Aoi-san's mom?

As the fantasies chain together endlessly, my hand naturally goes to my crotch over my pajama pants. It’s my own room and no one is here, so I don't have to hold back. But thinking that my teacher and Aoi-san might have that kind of relationship gives me a strange feeling. Still, doing it myself doesn't give me the same satisfaction as ejaculating for Ms. Mori or having Mayumi-san drink it.

I sometimes think I should just get a proper girlfriend, but that’s also scary in its own way. I don't really understand "love" to begin with. If I dated someone from school, we’d be together all the time, eat lunch together... and since I live alone, we’d spend every day after school here. If she were okay with it, I could do whatever I wanted. Ugh, imagining that reality makes my crotch even more dangerous. I decided to take another shower to "drain" myself.

I stroked myself under the water, fantasizing while my phone played an erotica video. It was already past 11:00 PM. I felt a bit of a chill and noticed that one of the roll screens on the bathroom window—facing the opposite apartment—was open. I left it as it was, figuring no one would be looking this late, and watched the video of Maria Kuroishi carefully licking a penis. Without thinking of anything specific, I just ejaculated as a physical reflex.

I washed myself thoroughly with body soap, dried off, and collapsed onto the bed naked. Come to think of it, Ms. Mori did say, "Come talk to me if you can’t hold back." I can’t exactly tell her, "I'm struggling because I can't ejaculate," though.

In the post-climax clarity of those few minutes, with a pleasant feeling of exhaustion, I drifted off into unconsciousness.

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