Chapter 534 – Teacher Marronnier (2)

For Marronnier, who has never known a deep caress, the feeling of her clitoris being stirred by a probing tongue was a novel sensation.

-Slurp, kiss.

She found herself kissing a lurid, gaping hole. The musky sweetness wafted up.

On her pale skin, a viscous nectar of desire flowed like honey.

“Ah, Mon Chéri…”

Her tongue lapped at the honey pooled along the folds of her labia. A sweet, dense elixir wrapped around her tongue.

The scent of a woman’s body, hitherto hidden beneath her undergarments, was soft. The taste was unique—akin to a well-aged juice, or an unfamiliar yet intoxicating liquor.

-Gulp.

“Ah, suck… Oh… Stop, stop!”

Even as her face becomes drenched in the stringy, copious love fluids, she refused to stop.

She resolved to make Marronnier experience the most pleasure today.

Her tongue teased a tiny, gushing hole. Marronnier, startled, hid her face with her hands.

Her soft tongue began to part the folds, little by little. Soon, it headed deeper, towards her vagina, allowing her to feel the intricate, convoluted texture. She sucked, tapped, and spread her open.

“Ah… Don’t lick my pussy…!”

Marronnier, shuddering, mustered all her strength to push her away.

“Slurp.”

“Ah… Don’t put your tongue in, Mon Chéri, please…”

She gripped Marronnier’s small, soft buttocks and plunged her tongue deeper.

“Ah… Ah! Ahhh!”

Marronnier, her mind spinning from the act of being devoured, whimpered in pleasure.

Thump. Thump. She weakly thumped her head with her fists.

-Swish!

The juices of Blanche, spilling from her wide-spread thighs, showed no signs of stopping.

“Ah, Ah… Please, please… Please!!”

Marronnier, now almost begging. Her breath was ragged, as if she was on the brink of climax, her erotic opening quivering.

She felt an increasing surge of excitement. Her fully engorged cock threatened to pierce her pants.

“Should I stop, Blanche?”

As she gently lifted her head from between Marronnier’s thighs, Marronnier, her face flushed, shook her head vehemently.

“Okay, stop… Mon Chéri, this pose is too embarrassing—Ah?!”

She did not stop; she bit down lightly.

As her tongue swirled and sucked on the hardened clitoris, as small as a grain of rice, Marronnier’s head flung back.

“Ah! Ah… Idiot… Idiot!”

Her body, trembling in the throes of pleasure, responded instantly.

A gush of nectar squirted out.

-Squirt!

Her face, drenched in Blanche’s juices, had a heightened vanilla scent.

The aroma was like that of an ice cream parlor. When coaxed, it willingly yielded delicious nectar.

“He…Ah…”

Marronnier, her thighs rubbing against her face, her feet fidgeting, was now trembling in the afterglow of her climax.

“Mon Chéri… Ah… You’re an idiot. A real idiot!”
“Really?”

A beast of lust surges from within my mind.

Our petite Marronnier.
She can be so wild in the throes of passion.

Parting her lips, I climb atop the exhausted Marronnier. Insertion is yet to come.
When I slide my hand between her thighs, caressing her mound, Marronnier’s smooth, hairless vagina shivers in response.

“…Mon Chéri?”

Her voice, sweet and playful, is laced with a plea for pause.

It is post-climax for now. Let’s rest awhile.
Naturally, I am not one to leave Marronnier to herself.

– A gentle prod.

“Ah…”

My hand slowly withdraws from her vagina’s mound. Marronnier, tense with anticipation, looks at me with pleading eyes. She grasps my wrist, silently begging me to cease. Yet, I effortlessly shatter her resistance.

I trace her vagina with my middle finger.

From her faintly blushing anus I move up, following the folds of her vulva to her vaginal opening. Methodically, I caress my way up to her clitoris.

“Ah… Hngh!”

She grapples with the rough teasing of my hand, but her arousal betrays her rationality, leaking her juices unchecked.

“Mon Chéri, wait— Ah!”

I silence her with my hand.

Startled, Marronnier looks at me with wide, round eyes.

“Mmm, Mmm!”

Her mouth is sealed by my large hand, her breath escaping in ragged gasps. I glide my hand over her vagina, massaging it gently.

Ah… The velvety feel is too enticing to resist.

The sensation of her swollen labia, which I had earlier savored with my mouth.

“…!”

Teased, Marronnier closes her eyes tightly.
Her vagina begins to moisten again. I bring my fingertip to her entrance, and Marronnier shakes her head from side to side.

“Mmm… Mmm? Ahhh!!”

Marronnier clenches her thighs together, begging me to stop. But the hand that has already ventured within knows the path to her inner sanctum, and I thrust my large finger into her small crevice.

– A slow, deep thrust.

“Mmm! Mmm…Mmm!”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

As if scraping out her arousal, my fingers move in and out. Her body responds vividly, even with just one finger inserted. Her tense thighs relax, fully exposing her crotch.

“Mmm! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!”

Urgency flashes in Marronnier’s eyes as they meet mine.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
When I don’t cease my movements, Marronnier, who had stifled her voice with my hand, struggles to free herself from my grasp.

Her cute toes can’t stop twitching. Her thighs tremble, as if her muscles are numb from the strain.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust!

“Ahh… Ahh…! Ahhh!!”

Her body grows weak.

“Hngh, Ahh….”

Gradually, a rich, sensual moan escapes from Marronnier’s stifled mouth.
She writhes in pleasure. I continue to move my fingers.

– A deep, lingering thrust.

“Ahhhhhh!!!”

Marronnier’s vagina, once visited, contracts rapidly.

The fingers were wedged tightly in her already slender vagina, making extraction quite the challenge.

However, even that, if you exert force to withdraw from her depths, her vaginal canal gapes and shudders, unabashedly revealing her sensuous form.

‘This is not the end.’

I gently soothe the significantly more sensitive pussy of Marronnier.

As I once again focus on her opening, I felt the viscous texture of a fluid in my hand, which was previously occupied by keeping Marronnier’s mouth shut. Saliva was seeping from her mouth.

“Ahh… mmm… Ah!!”
“No.”

– A thrust!

As two fingers penetrated her, for a fleeting moment, Marronnier’s pupils darted upwards, as if her consciousness had momentarily wandered.
Had she reached her threshold of pleasure?
With a sudden jerk!
She struggles to free her feet from my control.
Her lower belly convulses.

She shakes her head from side to side, frantically gripping the bed, she trembles her hips in an attempt to remove my hand.
The more she resists, the more the sensation intensifies.
With a rhythmic patter. Marronnier, now devoid of resistance, arches her back in response to the unrelenting caress.

“Oh, Ah!”

Enough.
Stop it.

Mon Cheri, please.

I feel as though I can hear Marronnier’s voice. But I don’t cease.

“Ahh, ugh! ugh… Ah!! Stop!? Ah!!”

I probe the spasming walls of her vagina. I twist and turn as per my whims.
Finally, the pleasure she had been suppressing exploded in a flash, and Marronnier’s waist buckled like a bow.

“Ahhh!!!”

– A slap.

“… !?!!!!… !!”

Blanche, letting out a shriek that defies interpretation.

A gush, as her climax arrives.
A stream of white fluid cascades down, and from above her head, a fruit, a symbol of ultimate pleasure, sprouts.

Marronnier, with her tear-streaked face, tightly shuts her eyelids. Her waist jolts intermittently, and her erect clitoris was charming.
Every reaction from Bam was tantalizing.

I finally remove the hand that had been muffling Blanche’s mouth.

“Hahh… Hah-“

Overlooking the long trail of warm saliva, Marronnier, breathless from her gasps, takes a deep, ragged breath.

“Hahh……. Hah….”

Steam billowing from the corners of her mouth.
Her exhausted body sprawls across the bed.

Her eyes drowsily glazed, even her fingers tremble weakly, devoid of the strength to grasp the bed.
Saliva dripped from her mouth, opened in a stupefied triangle.

I could see the imprint of my reddened hand on her thighs.
The vagina, now inflamed due to the gentle petting,

“Do you feel good? Did you climax?”
“… I did… I did… .”

She answers with all the effort she can muster.

“Shall I continue?”

Marronnier, nodding her weary head.

“Do you want to plead for mercy?”
“Yes, Ah… No.”
“Why?”
“Blanche… No. It feels too good-”

Marronnier, who occasionally refers to herself when her senses are overwhelmed.
The contrast is incredibly arousing.
This was the situation I wanted to create. Last time, it was merely a relationship that whispered love.

Yet, was there still a shred of reason in her? Marronnier who resisted my forceful demeanor.

Crudely, Marronnier, who was shaking her vagina, grazed her own clit.

“Does it itch?”

“Yes, yes… My body… all itchy… my lower belly… here and there.”

As she twirled her nipples herself, her gaze fell on the bulge in my pants. I decided to torment her a little more.

“If we do it without a condom, we might have a child.”

“No, I can’t anymore.”

She says she doesn’t want it, but her body seems to enjoy it. I had contraceptive abilities, so I merely said it for thrills. The corners of Marronnier’s mouth quivered.

“… Mon Chéri, a little more… later.”

“Is that so?”

“Do you really want it right now…?”

It’s too much right now. However, I’m not a fool to verbalize that.

As I unbuckled my belt and brought out my large cock, Marronnier’s body heated up more. Marronnier, gyrating her hips, approached me bit by bit, pushing the blanket as she lay down.

“Cock…”

Seeing her nose twitch, I gently climbed onto Marronnier’s upper body. Her nose flinched as I laid my large cock on her face.

“Mon Chéri’s cock… They say it’s bigger than before.”

“Wouldn’t that be so?”

Her face was already captivated. When she started to masturbate, Marronnier’s eyes didn’t leave my cock.

– Thud, thud, thud.

“Ah… ha…”

Her masturbating hand quickened, her desire to be penetrated growing. When her breath touched my cock, a thrilling shiver ran through my body.

“First of all, one step. Open your mouth.”

“…I don’t want to.”

She claims to resist, but Marronnier, who stimulated her vagina and pursed her lips, was already prepared.

– Whoosh!

A shot in the face. Marronnier involuntarily opened her mouth when she saw the swelling cock on the verge of climax. Semen entered her mouth.

– Gulp. Gulp.

It wasn’t enough to swallow eagerly; it smeared all over her face.

“Ugh, ugh…”

“Don’t spit it out, drink it.”

“Gulp… Ahh…”

Marronnier, who opened her mouth wide to confirm. It was hard to resist.

Immediately using her breasts, one more step. Rubbing my cock against her soft breasts, making sure it reached her nipples.

“Ugh… Hah…!”

Next is the armpit. Blanche has become sensitive, even her usually ticklish areas were heated.

Grabbing her limp elbow, lifting it, and rubbing my cock against her enticing armpit. The sensation of her soft armpit enveloping my cock along with the pressure was exhilarating. The sweat served as ample lubricant.

– Whoosh!

One more step like that. Determined to completely smother her, I didn’t hold back the moment of climax. Sage time wasn’t even close.

“The smell… The smell of Mon Chéri… Ugh! Again…!”

Face, armpit, neck, and chest. Marronnier’s next target, sufficiently soaked, is her lower belly.

As if performing a massage, I slid my cock against the spot mapped out in her womb, and Marronier’s feeble hand sought out my glans.

Her pupils dilated, and she chuckled softly.

“Mon Cheri… is my body to your liking…?”

A renewed stimulation of her womb.

Marronier’s body trembled once more, as if she were lost in sensation.

“Ah… Oh…”

– A shudder.

A further stroke against her groin, and again.

The semen, nudged by the curve of her lower belly, trickled down her waist.

Finally,

With a rush of desire too potent to resist, I hoisted Marronier upwards.

“… Mon Cheri-“

Marronier, too drained to even express surprise.

Yet, her vitality swiftly resurged.

– A swoosh!

The inner depths of her vagina, ensnaring my cock as if drawing it inside.

“Ahh, ohhhh…!”

Under the overwhelming weight of her own body, Marronier started to moan.

– Swoosh, swoosh!

“Ho, oh… Mon Cheri… Mon Cheri…!”
“Do you like it?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know….”
“Speak truthfully.”
“I like Mon Cheri….”
“That’s not it, don’t you like this too?”

A thrust intended to push her womb upwards –

As I rocked her hips, Marronier shook her head.

“Blanche isn’t indecent… Mon Cheri, you’re too… too-“
“Too what?”

– A plunge!

“Ahaha!”

Marronier, crying out like a she-cat in heat.

Is it her mating season? Her vagina tightens in spasms, her womb descending.

Could it be her ovulation day? Marronier, adhered to my body, whispered her love, her entire body devoid of strength.

“Ha… ha… ♡ Size… sensation…. Ahh, gasp.”
“Lewd Blanche.”
“I can’t think of anything… because of your cock….”
“That’s what makes you obscene. Isn’t it?”

Her hips lacked the strength to grind, yet her pussy throbbed fervently, as if it enjoyed the stimulation.

I gave Marronier a vigorous thrust to comply with her desire, and soon after, she reached her climax.

“Ughhhh… Ahhh!!”

In her vagina, momentarily oblivious to the size of my cock, a burst of ecstasy.

Her vagina, molded to accommodate my size, choked on the love being infused, refusing to release my cock.

– A drop.

Semen trickling down her nose and chin.

The remnants of our earlier passions succumbed to gravity and fell.

It also dripped from Marronier’s pussy.

“Hah, ha….”

Marronier, her consciousness returning for a brief moment, groaned laboriously.

Is she asking for another round?

“Sa,”
“Sa?”

But her words held a meaning different from my assumption.

“I love you… Mon Cheri….”

Marronier, with her feeble hands, forcibly embraced my back and nibbled on my ear.

It seemed our relations wouldn’t conclude here.

To this remarkable female, I bestowed my love repeatedly.