Chapter 1150 Semen
Kevin trembled, panting, prostrate on the voluptuous body of the beautiful busty female teacher. His manhood, still thrillingly spewing remnants of semen, left him yearning for more as he uttered, "Sis, it feels truly comforting. If only I could penetrate and release inside." "Taking advantage of the situation."
Audrey, observing the sweaty youth, ran her fingers through his damp hair, chuckling softly, "Alright, once the competition concludes, I will fulfill your desires. As long as you perform well, cousin will grant you any wish."
"Sis, I love you." Kevin's heart brimmed with joyous emotions. He clasped tightly onto his cousin's voluptuous form, his sizable glans deeply entrapped within her moistened panties, experiencing the slick, hot flesh of her labia so vividly. Involuntarily, he surged forward, his glans delving deep into the fold, waves of pleasure crashing over him like a tide. The blissful sensation tingled his scalp, making him shiver, his manhood on the brink of full arousal.
As the afternoon classes resumed, Kevin remained immersed in the delightful memories of entwining with his cousin's physicality. Anticipating the forthcoming comprehensive service from the busty female teacher, his heart swelled with expectation. Yes, this time he must consider carefully how to derive ultimate satisfaction. Initially, a tantalizing oral treat from his cousin, followed by the compressions of her large and round superior breasts, finishing off with an intense hour of intercourse within her alluring honeyed haven. However, such a routine lacked sincerity; perhaps a role-playing scenario with his cousin donning silk stockings and high heels could be more exhilarating—a battle between the busty teacher and the well-endowed student. Moreover, the recording of their encounter would provide leisure for future viewing.
Kevin's excitement escalated with each passing thought. Suddenly, during class, Quentin stood at the podium and remarked, "After class, students participating in the essay competition are to submit their entries to Kevin for consolidation and subsequent delivery to my office."
"Understood, Mr. Rodriguez." Kevin promptly responded. Influenced by Audrey's counsel, he had now adjusted his perspective. Even if Quentin was disagreeable, there was no need for him to forgo the competition out of spite. Everyone encounters a terrible teacher at some point during their education; one cannot use this as an excuse to cease learning, ultimately disadvantaging oneself.
Upon the conclusion of the class, students gradually arrived to submit their essays to Kevin. Laura, Lucy, and Albert had enrolled, yet to Kevin's surprise, even Ivan had signed up, despite the incomprehensibility of his written piece which was utterly disgraceful. It was a mystery where he mustered the courage to partake in the competition.
"Kevin, you are undoubtedly securing first place in this competition." Ivan jeered sarcastically, "Let us marvel at your magnum opus."
"Not necessarily," Kevin replied indifferently. "In the realm of competition, the unexpected is always possible."
"True, the realm of possibility is vast indeed." Ivan chuckled. "Who knows, perhaps I might even clinch the top spot." Witnessing Ivan's smug expression, Kevin felt a sense of unease. What was this fellow up to, taunting him in the essay competition? It seemed like a case of the pot calling the kettle black.
Kevin organized the essays from the participants, readying himself to head to the office building. Just as he descended to the first floor, Vanessa came into view, despite the onset of autumn with cooler weather, she remained dressed in a provocative manner, showcasing a sensual dress, with her fair bosom enticingly close to exposure, rounded buttocks, long slender legs sheathed in glossy black stockings, her alluring physique evoking salacious desires.
"Kevin, where are you off to?" Vanessa approached Kevin, her tone light and playful.
"Oh, Mrs. Jones, I'm taking the competition entries to Quentin." Kevin stated, his gaze lingering on Vanessa's alluring black stockings. These were the same stockings he had gifted her previously, and he had not expected her to wear them so soon. The allure of these black stockings truly enhanced Vanessa's appeal and seemed to complement her aura; unlike Kimberly or Audrey, whose demure or aloof styles did not sync well with this suggestive theme.
"Is that so?" Vanessa's eyes twinkled as she lowered her voice. "Kevin, you must be cautious of Quentin, he's a wolf in sheep's clothing, friendly on the surface but ready to strike behind your back."
"I understand, Mrs. Jones." Kevin nodded. Vanessa possessed an acute understanding of Quentin, and given the enmity between them, the recent abnormal attitude Quentin displayed towards Kevin wasn't taken lightly. "Mrs. Jones, you look incredibly sensual in stockings."
"Do you like them?" Vanessa chortled softly, swaying her hips. "Why don't you come to my house tonight? I have plenty of stockings at home, I'll model them for you."
"Perhaps another day, I'm quite busy these days." Kevin quickly shook his head. He was eagerly anticipating the comprehensive service from his cousin; it would be unwise to jeopardize it by taking risks with Vanessa.
"You sly one, you're hiding something from me, aren't you? Well, forget it, I won't pressure you." Vanessa huffed lightly and departed, her pert posterior swaying alluringly.
Observing Vanessa's captivating and graceful departure, Kevin reflected. If it weren't for Audrey's presence, he would have been defenseless against the seductive allure of such an alluring female teacher. As he ascended the stairs, a figure obstructed his path—August, the class representative of Class 55.
"Kevin, what were you discussing with Mrs. Jones just now?" August's expression tense.
Gazing at August's handsome visage, Kevin felt a twinge of annoyance. This fellow was truly persistent, deliberately provoking Kevin by stating, "It's nothing, Mrs. Jones invited me to visit her tonight, showing off her stockings, teasingly inviting me over. You must admit, Mrs. Jones looks particularly inviting in stockings, the touch is even better."
"Despicable!" A hint of anger surfaced on August's fair countenance as he clenched his fists, gritting his teeth. "You're talking nonsense, how could Mrs. Jones invite you over? You're clearly lying, trying to provoke me, but I won't fall for it."
"Ha-ha, you're quite sharp. I was pulling your leg, you didn't actually believe me, did you?" Kevin didn't want to provoke this fellow too much. Given August's deep-rooted feelings for Vanessa, if he found out about anything between Kevin and Vanessa, it would undoubtedly drive him to madness. August may have a refined appearance, but he was not far behind in skill compared to Kevin. Should things escalate, Kevin might not have the upper hand.
"Kevin, mark my words." August's fury subsided upon Kevin's admission of jest, Vanessa was a goddess not to be defiled, and Kevin was nothing but a petty scoundrel trying to harass her. He vowed, "I will claim first place in this essay competition. For as long as I'm at Sunset Valley High School, you will never surpass me!"
"Alright, then let's see who comes out on top! Don't cry if you lose." Kevin shrugged nonchalantly. In truth, having August as competition served as a motivator for him, preventing any slacking off and sometimes, the pressure from an opponent was more stimulating than Audrey's encouragement, pushing him to study harder.
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