Waves of the Incubus - Chapter 44
The Man in the Dream
"Ahhh...!"
Pushed firmly against the cleft of her buttocks from behind by a hard, rigid erection, Junko Yoshikawa—the most beautiful teacher at
"How is this? Hm? Quite a size, wouldn't you say?"
"Nooo, stop...!"
Feeling the hot, towering sensation of flesh pressed directly against her lower back, Junko experienced an excitement so intense it gave her goosebumps all over her body. Moving the only part of her that remained free to speak, she forced out a voice that could be a scream or a cry of pleasure.
(S-So huge...)
Confirming the feel of the arousal pressed against her hips, Junko was struck by a dizzying thrill. What was currently being pushed against her voluptuous hips was of a completely different magnitude from any of the men she had dated thus far.
"Come on. Make sure you feel it properly."
"Ahhh..."
The middle-aged science teacher grabbed Junko's slender waist and shifted it slightly from side to side. Doing so made its formidable thickness and length all the more apparent, thrilling Junko to the point of lightheadedness.
(I-Incredible... Why is it like this... Ahh, unbelievable.)
Though separated by trousers and a skirt, her past experience told her that its hardness and thickness were completely out of the ordinary. Unconsciously, she lifted her hips and rocked them back and forth, measuring its length.
(H-Heavens, this is all real...)
Once she realized it wasn't a hand or a tool, she was entirely lost to the moment. Even without Kenichi doing anything, the female teacher pressed her voluptuous, ripe hips forward of her own accord, driven out of her mind to stimulate the weapon of flesh. Though they were not in direct contact, waves of intense heat streamed from it into her groin, heating her lower body and causing a hot love-juice to trickle from her womb.
Savoring the beautiful teacher's arousal, Kenichi was tasting a supreme pleasure of his own. After all, the Madonna he had yearned for over many years was now voluntarily rubbing her soft flesh against his penis while whimpering.
(Let's have some fun with you too.)
Releasing his grip on Junko's impossibly slender waist, he brought his hand around to the front, slowly massaging her protruding breasts through her blouse.
(O-Ohhh! H-Heyyy!)
Opening her graceful lips into an 'O' shape as she let out a cry, a fully aroused Junko shook her entire body with a shudder and experienced a mild orgasm. Accompanied by a profuse sweat, the suffocating scent of a mature woman thickly filled the science preparation room.
"This is incredible, Yoshikawa-sensei..."
Now it was Kenichi's turn to groan. Her ample breasts overflowed in his hands, changing shape obscenely while offering an irresistible elasticity. Teetering on the edge of youth, they felt like rubber balls, and squeezing them at will from below and the sides was beyond delightful.
"They really are quite large... What size are they?"
"No, stop..."
Torturing the female teacher's dual breasts from behind, he slipped a wet tongue into her ear canal and whispered. Junko groaned, arching her white throat as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure, unable to answer.
"I asked what size they are... Answer me, Yoshikawa-sensei."
He paused his caress, pulling his groin away from her.
"No... don't stop... Don't stop me..."
Glancing back over her shoulder and glaring at Kenichi with sultry, goosebump-inducing eyes through her glasses, Junko desperately begged to recover the lost caress. Her gaze and voice were identical to the ones she had shown him in his dreams yesterday, her reason utterly evaporated by the desire dominating her entire body.
"If you want me to continue, answer my question properly."
"Ahh, no..."
With moistened eyes that looked as though oil had been poured into them, the English teacher thrust her hips slightly backward and shook them rhythmically—looking far too lewd and beautiful for someone of her normally intellectual demeanor.
Though on the verge of losing his composure over Junko, Kenichi continued to tease and torment her. If it were him from a short while ago, he surely would have lost control and attacked her instantly.
"What is your size, Yoshikawa-sensei...?"
Gazing at Kenichi, who looked down upon her with cold detachment, Junko felt a thrill of excitement she had never experienced before. It was the submissive blood flowing through the females of all animals since ancient times—the ecstasy of being conquered by a powerful male.
"Ah, yes... It's 96."
How sweet it was to yield to the demands of the man before her.
"Ahhh, hnnng!"
The caresses resumed. Just as before, with the hard erection pressed against her hips and her voluptuous breasts kneaded through her clothing, her whole body was instantly consumed by the fierce fires of pleasure.
Deep within the deserted school building, far inside the 5th-floor science preparation room, time stood still. If someone with sharp hearing had walked that hallway, they might have caught the sound of her whimpering, breathless gasps. But neither student nor teacher walked these halls after hours.
A man and a woman, standing and entwined in the dimly lit room behind drawn curtains. It was as though a starved wolf were attacking from behind a little lamb. Yet this wolf was insidious, torturing the defenseless sheep step by step, eager to devour her alive.
"No... don't bite there..."
When teeth were playfully set against the nape of her neck, chills ran down her spine. The pain acted as a spice, further doubling the waves of pleasure sweeping across her body.
The middle-aged science teacher embraced the beautiful English teacher from behind, thrusting his hands deep inside her fully unbuttoned blouse to savagely knead her voluptuous breasts encased in a sexy brown bra.
"Not so... ah, don't squeeze like that... My chest is sensitive..."
Even as she gasped in a high soprano, the female teacher pressed her ample hips back against the man's groin, rubbing herself eagerly.
"Ah, enough... please, that's enough..."
With that, Yoshikawa Junko let out a hot breath, pleading with the man who was still latched onto her neck. She had been forced to answer a barrage of questions just as he demanded.
That her bust size was a 96cm H-cup. That her first time was at age 14 with a junior high school teacher. That she had dated five men, and her number of sexual experiences was roughly ten times that. That during her study abroad, she had slept with Caucasian and Black men, losing her anal virginity at the same time. That her current partner was none other than Vice-Principal Usami. That it all began during a staff retreat, when Usami used a spare key to slip into her room while she was resting intoxicated, violating her repeatedly until morning. And that her main frustration was that she wanted to be held more often, but could only meet about once a week, coupled with the constant terror of almost being discovered by Usami's wife.
Each time she confessed a secret, a strange and sweet pleasure blossomed, compelling her to obey the man's commands. Her untouched-feeling vagina clenched tightly, dripping with natural juices. The fluid overflowing from her groin traced down her thighs, making her black stockings with seams gleam wetly.
"Alright, that's enough."
With those words, Kenichi suddenly pulled his body away with casual ease. As if nothing had happened, he walked back to his desk and took a sip of his entirely cold coffee. Left stranded abruptly, Junko stood frozen in place, utterly bewildered.
"Huh? Eh?"
"What's wrong? You can go home now."
Kenichi spoke coldly, lowering his eyes back to the black board on his desk. He resumed his administrative duties as though nothing had occurred.
"N-No way..."
Her mind warped by lust, she fell into a complete panic.
She had long since prepared herself to be taken. Her ripe body, craving pleasure, was melting and yearning for a hot strike from a male, and her emotional readiness had matched it.
Of course, she hadn't grown to like him; she still despised him utterly. Yet every single cell in her body craved physical union with the man before her—craving that massive, formidable male reproductive organ that had just been pressed against her hips.
"...M-Mido-sensei..."
Whimpering tearfully, the beautiful teacher stood rooted to the spot, unable to leave.
If she went home with her body in such a flushed, burning state, she would surely go out of her mind. To try and comfort herself alone in bed with a sex toy felt far too miserable.
"Ahhh... n-no..."
Radiating the pheromones of a fully matured female while completely aroused, the celebrated beauty of the neighboring high school hugged her breasts with both arms, swaying weakly.
(Going home like this... But what, what am I supposed to do... ?)
As an object of admiration for all the men, there was no way she could bring herself to beg a dreary middle-aged science teacher for sex. Yet if she left now without doing anything, she would be returning to her lonely single bed empty-handed.
(That... I absolutely refuse to do that!)
The female teacher shook her head from side to side. How could she turn away and go home when an exquisite feast sat right before her?
(...Because... because my body is like this...)
She wore an expression close to tears as she confronted the state of her own body.
Her breasts, kneaded through her bra until just moments ago, throbbed with heat, sending waves of lust rippling through her entire frame. Her hips still retained the phantom pressure of his arousal, and deep within, the lewd petals of her flesh parted wide, dripping saliva as they awaited the entry of the male's weapon. Even the love-bites on her neck sent burning tingles that scorched her brain and reason.
(I want it... Ahh... I want it, I want it, I want to have sex...)
Right now, nothing existed in Junko's head except thick, heavy carnal desire. Craving it, she swayed her body and gazed with burning eyes at the science teacher sitting at his desk. Yet the man ignored her turmoil entirely, continuing his work with chilling indifference.
(Look at me... Look at me...)
With the expression of an abandoned kitten, Junko cast a pleading look at the science teacher who had left her stranded. But he showed no reaction whatsoever.
(Ahhh... Why... Why won't you...)
To be driven to such heights of arousal only to be cast aside pushed her inner desires to the brink of madness.
(That... Ah, I want that...)
The massive penis that had been pressed against the cleft of her buttocks. She wanted and craved the weapon of flesh that would utterly break her. Imagining the moment she would be pierced by it, she shuddered all over.
The beautiful teacher walked over to Kenichi's plain wooden chair, and of her own accord, knelt down in front of the science teacher she had once despised.
"Please..."
Rotating his chair slightly so he faced her, Kenichi looked down. There, even through his trousers, stood a pronounced, bowed erection.
"With this... Quickly... Ahh... I want it..."
Still wearing her intellectual metal-framed glasses, Junko's face was distorted by madness as she reached out both hands, stroking the bulge to verify its shape.
"...Ah... I-Incredible..."
She stroked it frantically, desperately trying to grip it, but between its sheer size and the barrier of his clothing, she struggled to get a proper hold. Watching Junko grow thoroughly impatient, Kenichi grinned, letting her do as she pleased. He found the frantic degradation of the school Madonna he had long yearned for endlessly entertaining.
"No... enough..."
Desiring to take it into her aching mouth, Junko licked her bright red lips and leaned forward to press her mouth against the rigid fabric of his trousers.
"Fufufu, don't be so impatient... If you do that over my trousers, you'll get lipstick all over them..."
Laughing, Kenichi chided her, then stood up, unbuttoned his trousers, and revealed his curved organ to Junko's eyes.
"Hii!!"
An alien entity appeared, shaking the air with a force that seemed to echo with a heavy thud. Though initially startled by its sheer scale, Junko's eyes slowly widened in utter disbelief.
"Hii... Hiiii!! W-Why... Why... How...?"
It was no wonder she reacted that way.
A scarred shaft covered in bulging veins, topped with a terrifying crown of flesh. Its surface was stained dark from sexual fluids, and its cobra-like head blushed a deep pink, dripping pre-ejaculatory fluid from its tip.
And above all, midway along its thick shaft, was a black birthmark shaped like a bat spreading its wings. Everything about it was an exact duplicate of the man who had appeared in her dreams.
"N-No way..."
The stark reality that the exact same flesh-pillar that had tormented her in her dreams existed here in front of her. Recognizing every single detail, she understood everything.
"You... It was you all along!!"
"What ever could you mean?"
Kenichi smiled with a wolfish grin. Looking into the eyes of the man towering over her, Junko knew with absolute certainty, beyond all logic: the man who had violated her repeatedly in her dreams was without a doubt the dreary science teacher standing before her.
And this man knew about everything that happened in the dream world, too!
"Hiiiiiii!! Noooooo...!!"
Junko's horrified scream echoed through the dim space.
However, before it could reach anyone's ears, it lost its energy and faded away into the empty air. It was the signal announcing the beginning of the feast of flesh about to unfold.
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