Thread: What They Don't Teach You (Astarte x MobiusAce)

Beaufort Preparatory. The bane of Andrew Cain's existence. Perhaps that was a bit harsh, but with the 18-year old's privileged upbringing, it probably was the worst thing in his life. He was captain of the wrestling team, his tall stocky frame the result of years of dedication. He was also dexterous of mind, but that didn't translate nearly as well to his grades. It was a problem of motivation, as he was perfectly capable, but it was difficult to get him to put in his full effort unless he was truly interested. But he managed to skirt by into his senior year, perhaps with some leniency from the school due to his wrestling prowess, and not much really mattered now. The school was not one to let him go this far into the race not to mention his parents were some of the top donors in recent years. This just obliterated any semblance of motivation he had left senioritis would be a gentle description of his current state of mind. Classes were mind numbing, evidenced by the sprawl of papers on his desk at home, scattered wide to the edges. He had a paper due later in the week for English and was lazily browsing Facebook instead. Andrew was restless in the back of his mind, he knew that Ms. Maddox would be all over his ass, a new teacher marking her territory, proving her worth. A part of him didn't mind the attention though, as Ms. Allison Maddox was... something. She handled herself professionally, of course, but she radiated sexiness she was not ashamed of her busty body one bit. He would catch glimpses of her undergarments from time to time, if she leaned over just right or if she readjusted her posture. One could chalk it up to absentmindedness but Andrew did not regard her as someone who was that air headed. It was usually the highlight of his day if he could sneak a peek, and of many others as well they would boast how they'd love to get a piece of her but Andrew... Andrew would go to many lengths to have a taste of Ms. Maddox. She was worthy of his attention. His daydreaming left him quite frustrated as a thick bulge formed along his gym shorts. He was far too distracted now to finish his paper and pulled down his shorts to unveil a heavy erect cock, a thick vein running along the length upto a bulbous head. Gripping it with his left hand, he clicked his favorite porn sharing site in his bookmarks. Momentarily letting go of his thick staff, he typed in 'gangbang' into the search and lazily browsed the pictures as his fist pumped slowly, teasing himself. The explicit photos were just what he wanted to see, dirty sluts taking miles of cock loads upon loads. A spur of the moment thought, he added 'allison' to the search. Up popped many porn stars named Allison being gangbanged in all sorts positions. He scrolled through the blondes, brunettes and redheads until an amateur gallery caught his eye. There was a young sultry buxom brunette in her early twenties being spit roasted between two other boys. The next photo showed her with her ass filled with a thick cock, her fingers blurred, abusing a swollen pink pussy. Her eyes were rolled back with her mouth wide open, a seemingly upward curve at the edge of her lips she was no doubt enjoying that attention. Andrew was getting close to cumming as his fist pumped his swollen rod. Damn, these pictures were getting him so worked up. But why? The next photo showed a smiling cum glazed face, dripping down onto her pert breasts. She looked so familiar... His brown eyes locked onto a freckle on her collarbone and it suddenly clicked. Allison. Maddox. It sent him over the edge, thick ropes of cum splashing over his desk. He was making a mess and didn't give a rats ass. The girl who was loving these cocks was his English teacher! Or at least looked like her. Andrew had stared at Ms. Maddox's chest enough in class, enough to recognize that freckle. His mind was blown as he slumped in his chair while a naughty thought was brewing in his mind. Andrew sat in English class, mulling his brazen plan as he toyed with his phone. He downloaded the lewd images and video he uncovered to his computer and phone, debating how he would leverage this over her. He could make anonymous threats, but that would be too brutish. It also wouldn't get him his ultimate prize. Her. He wanted Allison Maddox every bit of her. Andrew was clad in a grey blazer over a white button up with grey slacks the school's uniform. The outfit was fitting snugly against his muscular form. Around his neck was a solid red tie which contrasted against his dark mop, cropped sort to sides, his hair styled on top. He was attractive to many, but not super popular. Andrew kept a relatively low profile aside from any victories from wrestling meets, not really standing out here or there. Well aside from any teachers like Ms. Maddox who could notice his falling grades. They were supposed to be reading 1984, but he was instead conspicuously playing a game on his phone as he sat in the back of the class, the intention to get his phone confiscated. Even if it wasn't her, the school wouldn't do anything to a prized student with only porn on his phone. Well, not a student with prized parents. She would have something to lose and Andrew banked on her being prudent enough to strike a deal. Oh fuck, Andrew muttered audibly as the game over screen popped up on his phone, dropping his phone onto his metal desk with a loud clang.