Chapter 17

Ryan’s brain worked in flashes.

Ms. O’Negai’s eyes closed. Her hips moved up. Her once virgin sex who had only known Ryan’s teenage shaft squeezed around him. Wet and needy. His thickness pressed deep. The tip of his swollen hardness against her cervix while her hips twisted. Bucked with knowledge born not from experience, but from millions of years of evolution that guided her movements. Dragged her slick sex back and forth. Twisted it around Ryan’s throbbing need.

Ryan’s mouth opened into a gasp. “We - marriage?”

Her violet eyes opened halfway, but her hips kept twisting. Rising. Falling. “Yesssss,” she moaned. Her heavy breasts pressed into his muscular chest. Pink nipples hard as pebbles. Her back arched, head rolling back, thick red hair falling onto her pillow as she gasped and moaned. “Take me, husband!” Her white hands slide down his back. Gripped his ass.

Ryan’s cheeks clenched in response, pushing himself deeper into her. “But - I - we can’t - get married” A few nights ago he had been in control as he took Karen and her nieces. Feeling like a masterful god.

Now while Ms. O’Negai’s body H-waves flooded body corkscrewed her pussy around his cock.it was all he could do to keep a thought in his head. “We - can’t marry-” Her slender thighs squeezed around him. Long and supple and sweet and silk. “I’m - too young!” Her flat belly rippled. “I - until I’m 18 -”

Her arms slid up his back, around his neck. “I know. I know.” Her kisses were hot. Tongue moving into his mouth as she mewled and moaned under him. “But - I promised my mother I - oh oh oh Ryan Ryan!”

Her tightness squeezed at him as she shuddered. Nails digging into Ryan’s back, joining the marks left there by other girls and women. “Oh - uhhh - AH!” Her cries bounced off the walls of her bedroom. Her bed shaking under them.

The beautiful redhead’s mouth rose to meet Ryan’s. Panting hot. “I promised my mother I’d - be a virgin until I met my husband!” Her cheeks grew flushed with both passion and embarrassment. “But - then you came and -”

Ryan slide out of her. Did he want to stop? Convince her to give up this idea? But before he could even think further he drove back into her. “But you’re not a virgin anymore.” He thumped into her thrice. Then slowly dragged himself out. His thick hardness glistening in her fuck juices.

“I know. I know - you took me!” Her hips continued her movements. Her orgasm rather than slacking her thirst for him only increased. “I’m yours! And you’ll be the only man to have me!” Her eyes burned bright on him. “I’ll be your - your secret wife! And when you’re old enough we’ll be married for real and - oh oh you’re so hard! So good!”

Her pink waxed sex pushed forward. Rippling around the wide baby maker inside of her. “And I’ll have your children,” she rasped in his ear. “Oh God what if I’m already pregnant, darling?”

Ryan’s hips surged forward at the idea that he had planted a baby inside of the sexy teacher. His hands went to her waist. Her muscles flexing as she lifted herself towards him. Giving herself to him. “Oh yes, darling! Oh - take me! Take me!”

Long white legs wrapped around him. Squeezed him. “What - “ Ryan panted. Hovering between the edge of sanity and surrender. “What will you do if you’re pregnant?”

Her pussy rippled around him at the words. Squeezed him. “Oh - oh Ryan, oh husband.” The tip of his cock pressed against her womb. “If I am - then it proves we are meant to be together! I’ll be your wife in secret!” Hips churned and swiveled. Ass tight under his hands. “Yours! Uh - oh - take me!”

The sound of a door slamming shut startled the two of them. “Just me!” A female voice called out. “Janice had an emergency work call so I came home.”

The two of them froze. Ryan balls deep inside his beautiful redhead teacher. The crown of his cock against her cervix. Conflicting instincts battled inside of him. Stay inside? Pull out? His body reacted to the conflict. First by jerking partway out of her - then jabbing back inside. Thumping against her womb.

The two of them held still, ears strained. “Who is that?” Ryan whispered. Her insides squeezed at him. He couldn’t stop the slow movement of his hips. Gently pushing against her cervix, rocking back, pressing forward again. Her hands gripped him, but she made no movement.

“May? Are you there?” The voice moved down the hallway towards the bedroom.

“My roommate!” Ms. O’Negai gasped. Her hips pulled back, several inches of Ryan’s pussy slicked cock sliding out of her. There was a pause, then her hips pushed back at him. Her voice quavered as she kept pulling back as if to stop their love making, but then pushed back forward to fill herself with his potent weapon. “Jenny? I’m still home - just in my room! Um - alone!” She winced at the last word, while her thighs squeezed around her student lover.

“OK - well don’t mind me. Guess I’m just home for the day.” The voice moved to the bedroom door. Ms. O’Negai gripped the sheet, covering Ryan’s body to hide it. It was a futile move - a blind person would be able to see the shape of Ryan’s body over the mature woman. And no one could mistake what he was doing there.

Ms. O’Negai’s was strained as she called out. “Sounds good - I’m just - relaxing.” Her pussy squeezed around his hardness. Squeeze-squeeze-pause. Squeeze-squeeze-pause. Her hips dragged back. Pushed forward again.

“I know you were looking forward to having the day to yourself.” The female voice moved to the other room. A bed squeaked from sudden weight. “I might work on grading some of the papers and stay out of your hair.”

Ryan’s brain cut through the sex addled fog over him, past the silky fertile body with the full ripe breasts with stiff pink nipples pressing into his skin. “Ms. Choi?” His voice came out in a whispered gasp, whether from his surprise at the voice belonging to Jennifer Choi, his history teacher, or from Ms. O’Negai’s hands reaching down to grip his ass while her hips pushed forward.

“Yes!” Her voice gasped out as the sexy redhead’s hairless pussy clamped down, her frame shivering in a combination of lust and fear. Her eyes were locked on the door. “You have to get off of me.” She whispered in his ear. But it was her own hips that kept pushing back into him. The H-waves skittering from his watch to his skin, his skin into her body, her body into her brain. “She’ll catch us!” Her pussy squeezed and fluttered around him.

“Hey May - did you see that bike in the front yard?” Soft steps moved down the hallway. “It was in our bushes but I didn’t see anybody around.”

“Um - didn’t - see it.” Ms. O’Negai’s back arched, first trying to squeeze out from under her student lover, then to push herself back onto him. “Must be a neighbor kid or something?” Squeeze-squeeze-pause. Squeeze-squeeze-pause. Her purple eyes looked at the door, then back at him. Her smooth hairless thighs squeezing him as she whispered at him. “Darling - we - have to stop...”

“Probably. Weird they stuck it there but maybe some kid visiting a friend.” Footsteps moved back and forth. “I was all set to spend the day with Janice, but she had a work emergency come up. So much for a date. Hey - you left your clothes in the hallway.”

Ryan started to pull back. Oh, shit. Those were his clothes out there. His hard prick slide out halfway, then shoved back inside. He had to get out of here before he was caught.

“Yeah - I - thought I’d get them later! Sorry about the mess!” Ms. O’Negai’s nails squeezed his ass. “Just leave it there and I’ll pick it up later!”

“It’s no trouble, May! I’m just surprised. You’re usually so neat -”

Ms. O’Negai’s teeth bit at his ear. “Darling - we have to stop,” she rasped. Her own hips slowly pushing forward and back. Filling herself over and over again. “I - ah - can get you out - oh - oh yes - before she finds you!”

“May.” Ms. Choi’s voice has a questioning tone. “Whose pants are these?” Then a sudden “OMG - you have a date! Oh - shit - uh - I’ll leave! Sorry!” Footsteps padded back down the hallway.

Ryan’s fuck movements increased as the steps went back the other direction. “Sorry sorry sorry!” Ms. Choi called. “You should have told me I hope you two have fun!” There was the sound of the front door opening. “Tell me all about it later!”

The door swung shut.

Ryan gripped Ms. O’Negai’s hair. Kissed her long and deep. His heart pounded in his chest. A combination of fear and lust surged into him. Almost being caught made his balls churn even more, so swollen he was ready to fire his seed into her fertile center.

The front door and slammed again, making them both jump. “Sorry - forgot my keys!” Footsteps pounded down the hallway again.

The forbidden couple looked into each other’s eyes. Ears straining even as they slowly moved against each other. Muffled gasps breathed into each other’s mouths as they started. Stopped moving every time they heard Ms. Choi make a noise. Heard her lifting things, moving them around, softly curse to herself as she looked for her misplaced keys. While on the other side of a wall, Ryan violated his teacher as she shivered and mewled under him.

“Got it! Ok - leaving this time for real have fun you two!” Ms. Choi’s voice rang out. “I’ll just put these clothes on the couch so you can find them later-”

Her voice dropped off like a stone falling to a glass floor. “May - who is in there with you?”

Footsteps came down the hallway. Clicking against the wooden floor. “Oh no oh no no no no-” Ms. O’Negai chanted. Her eyes locked on the door. Her hips churning up into Ryan’s. “Go away,” she gasped. Then louder “Just - you don’t know them!”

“There’s a name imprinted on this underwear!” The steps grew closer. “May - this name says Ryan -”

The door swung open. In reflect, Ryan rolled off of his teacher, his hands going between his legs to try - and fail - to cover his swollen manhood. Shining with his teacher’s evidence of sexual surrender. While Ms. O’Negai scrambled from the bed, her naked breasts swaying, her waxed bare pussy visible for a moment as she grabbed the sheet, covering herself.

Ms. Choi gripped Ryan’s boxers in her hand, looking at the two of them as she shook them. “I - I should call the police!” She turned to go.

“Jennifer - wait!” Ms. O’Negai rushed forward. “It’s - not -”

Ms. Choi turned back to them. “Don’t say ‘it’s not what it looks like’, you - slut!” She shook the boxers again. “He’s a student! And - underage! Oh god what are you thinking!”

“He’s my husband!”

The words broke through anything anyone could say or do. Ryan’s eyes closed a moment. Opened. He had to -

His eyes fell on Ms. Choi. Her lovely almond shaped eyes. Her black hair. The white v-neck shirt that barely showed her pink lace bra underneath. She wore white shorts, her lean legs appearing underneath. He knew she was a lesbian, had even seen her girlfriend come by the school to drop off lunch.

Would the Device work on her? Was it the only way to save himself and Ms. O’Negai’s career?

And she needs to be fucked by a man.

His swollen balls ached in need. He grabbed the nearest piece of clothing, a short robe, shrugging it on while he stepped forward. “Ms. Choi - I know this looks bad.”

She looked down at him, her full red lips open in surprise. “Husband?” Her eyes went back to the barely covered redhead. “You expect me to believe - he’s your husband? It’s not legal!”

He reached out a hand, taking his boxers from her fingers. And in the process, his fingers met hers. He gripped her hands in a plea, one hand holding closed the thin terry cloth robe even while his swollen erection pushed out between the fabric. He gripped her hand just tight enough to connect, but not so much as to be threatening. “Please - let us explain!”

Her beautiful dark eyes were on him. The long lashes fluttering. He held his breath. Saw her take a breath, her fingers squeezing his. Squeeze-squeeze-pause. Squeeze-squeeze-pause.

“I know it seems awful.” He let go of his other hand. Taking both his hands and putting them around hers. Perhaps increased touch increased the effectiveness of the H-waves. “But - what Ms. O’Negai and I have is - special.” His robe fell open. His hard, thick cock throbbing as he kept his blue eyes on her almond shaped orbs.

Ms. Choi looked at him. She was barely an inch taller than himself. She licked her lips. Her eyes flicked down, then back up again as she caught what she was staring at. She looked back at Ms. O’Negai, then back at Ryan again. “I- what do you mean? I mean - you can’t be her - her-”

“Lover?” Ryan added.

Ms. Choi shivered. Her eyes flicked back to his hard, throbbing cock, then back up to his face. “No - I mean, yes, you clearly are.” Her hands held his. She took in a breath. Then another. Almost panting.

Ms. O’Negai looked at the two of them, her eyes going from fear to shock to anger to wonder. “Jennifer?”

Ms. Choi looked at her friend. “I mean - husband? He - can’t be. Unless his parents agreed but - how -”

Ryan had no idea how old one could be and still marry with parental consent, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t 14. Still, he latched onto the idea. “You know Ms. O’Negai wouldn’t do anything wrong with a student, don’t you, Ms. Choi?”

Her eyes went to his cock again. It still gleamed with his teacher’s pussy juices. “No - but - you were - having sex.” At the word sex she shivered again. “And you can’t. It’s wrong.” She seemed to have a hard time with that idea.

Ryan slowly stepped backwards, still holding her hand. “I remember in your class when you taught that lesbian couples were considered wrong, that it was illegal for them to marry.” She followed him. She must have slipped off her shoes when she came into the house, because her feet were bare on the wooden floor as she stepped with him.

“But - that’s different. That’s between consenting adults.” She looked back at Ms. O’Negai. Her fingers clutched Ryan’s in the H-wave pattern. “And - she’s your teacher. You were - having sex. With her.” Her eyes went to Ryan’s cock. “And that’s wrong - because -”

“I know but - he’s the man I’m going to marry.” Ms. O’Negai crossed to them, still holding up the sheet that barely covered her lush body.

“Going to?” Ms. Choi turned her eyes away from Ryan’s cock. “Then he’s not your husband yet!”

Ryan angled his head, catching Ms. Coi’s attention. “True but - remember when gay people were married even when the state didn’t recognize it?” He left out that there had been no ceremony other than Ryan tearing his teacher’s hymen with his cock and possibly impregnating her. “How they made sodomy laws just to thwart people’s private sex lives? Wasn’t that wrong?”

“But - it - was sex you were doing. Not sodomy.” Ms. Choi’s breathing grew faster.

Ryan held out one hand to his redheaded teacher while keeping his other hand on the beautiful Asian instructor. Ms. O’Negai took his hand shyly, her breath catching, her nipples spiking under the sheer as she allowed herself to stand next to her roommate and coworder.

“True - she wasn’t sucking my penis so it wasn’t sodomy. I was making love to Ms. O’Negai and she was consenting - weren’t you?” He slid a hand up her arm. Her golden skin under his white fingers. She looked at him, eyes hazy as she breathed.

“Yes, darling,” Ms. O’Negai breathed. She accepted his guidance, moving to her knees as he directed her with his hand. The other caressing Ms. Choi’s arm. “You’re going to be my husband, aren’t you?”

Ryan ignored the question. Turning his gaze back to Ms. Choi. Her full lips were parted as she panted. Her ripe breasts swollen. She was a different kind of pretty than Ms. O’Negai. His redhead teacher was a beauty of the west - ivory limbs and violet eyes. Ms. Choi was a beauty of the east, with her delicate features, dark eyes and full lips. Both with the large breasts, the wide hips and flat bellies that advertised their maturity. Their fertility.

“So if she had been committing sodomy with me, would that make it easier on you?” Ryan eased back the folds of his robe. His dick ached, denied his orgasm earlier with his loving teacher.

Ms. Choi looked at the weapon between his leg. “I - I don’t - “ She shivered in time with the H-waves. “You should be doing - anything together. Let alone - sex -”

“Does this really seem wrong to you?” Ryan moved his hand up. Pulled down the sheet covering Ms. O’Negai. Her nipples were stiff, pink in her arousal and need. Her bare sex glistening in her wetness. “See how she needs me - her man?”

Ms. Choi’s eyes looked at her roommate hungrily. “Yesss,” she hissed. Her hands were on her thighs. Squeezing them as she looked at her naked roommate. Her brow furrowed. “But - she can’t be with you. It’s wrong.” She said the latter as if she knew it was a fact, but couldn’t imagine why.

“Does it feel wrong now?” Ryan put his hand on the back of Ms. O’Negai’s neck. Pulled her forward. His fingers tingling as the H-waves flowed into her spinal column and directly into her brain. Her red lips parted, and with a moan she obeyed Ryan’s gesture. Her eyes looked up at him in worship, her lips parting as her lips wrapped around Ryan’s aching hardness.

Ryan whimpered in pleasure as she loved his baby maker. Her hands moved up his thighs as she pushed her face deeper. Struggling with his girth, her swollen breasts pressing against his legs as she pushed herself. The crown meeting the entrance to her throat. She halted, took a breath, then moved forward.

Ms. Choi trembled against his hand. Her breath came on in rhythmic pants. In-in-out. In-in-out. “You can’t. You can’t. You can’t.” Her chant filled the room as her eyes fixated on Ms. O’Negai’s naked body.

“Then you do it, Ms. Choi. She’s my teacher so it’s wrong - isn’t that what you’re saying? But if you do it, then it won’t be so bad. You’re just helping her, aren’t you?”

Ms. Choi looked up at Ryan, her eyes drunk on lust. “I - But - I’ve never done that.”

“Never done what, Ms. Choi?” While they spoke, his hand moved up to her neck. Caressing her silky black hair that fell in waves along her back. His fingers moving across her throat. Her hands moved between her thighs. Her white shirts little barrier to her fingers as they pressed against her sex. Her eyes kept wandering Ms. O’Negai’s pale body, lips licking as they looked at her roommate’s wet pussy. “You’ve never used your mouth on someone?”