Authors note:
I did not write this story, Also how's the collection looking? I'm curious about how everyone likes it. So I'm going thru at least 57 pages worth of stories on ao3.com I'm on page 29. I have at least a bunch of more stories i already chose to go thru before I go back to going thru the pages.. I hope you enjoy!
Premise: A socially rejected man gains access to hypnotic powers and uses these powers to persuade the school that a more **in depth** sex ed is a necessary part of education for high school students. Specifically for hot highschool girls. He then, through the enhancement of hypnosis, gives them the best orgasms of their lives.
She leaned back in the chair in front of his desk with one voluptuous thigh crossed over the other. She was wearing a white shirt through which you could see the outline of a lacy black bra that covered her double Ds, of which she was very proud. Her short plaid skirt had ridden up over the course of their conversation. Her long blond hair fell over her shoulders in golden waves down her back.
She scoffed at him, and examined her nails.
"I'm experienced enough. I don't need your 'private tutoring.' How are you qualified to teach us about sex, anyway? You look like a fourty-year-old virgin loser. Respectfully." He glared at her as she giggled to herself.
He felt a fury bubble up inside of him. After what he'd do to her, he'd make sure she was a blubbering mess begging him for his cock. He'd make sure of it. Make sure he would ruin her for other men. Make sure she would come into his office on a regular basis begging for him. Make sure she would grow sopping wet at just the thought of his touch.
He composed himself.
"Ms. Dimarco, I can assure you I am qualified for the task at hand. Perhaps you could test out of the class if you think it below you." He concentrated his powers of persuasion on her.
"And what do I have to do to test out of sex Ed?" He repressed a smile.
"Well, you take a test. I'll take you for a round, see where your performance level is at, then we'll move on from there." She shrugged.
"Fine. But you're going to be blown away. Trust me." He smiled at that. She was the one that was going to be blown away. "Can I take the test now? I just want to get it over with." He nodded. He'd made her mind basically putty for her to go along with this. To normalize having sex with a teacher would be difficult enough, but this?
"Listen, Tiffany, we can start now, but I need to be put in the mood. Why don't you get us started? Go dim the lights. I'll wait for you on the bed in the corner of the classroom."
"Ugh, this is so gross. I can't believe they're making me do this for a state requirement. You're like… fat." He concentrated his powers on her again.
"Sorry, but that's the way it is. I need to be satisfied with your performance level." She eyed him up and down and he held his breath." She narrowed her eyes, but nodded reluctantly.
"Fine. Let's get started." She dimmed the lights and pulled up some music on her phone. A sensual slow song came on. "I play this song when I'm having sex with my boyfriend."
He nodded approvingly and moved to the bed. She began to unbutton her shirt, revealing an incredibly enticing amount of cleavage. He got nervous. He hadn't had sex with a girl this gorgeous before. He felt ugly and intimidated by her physique. He cursed at himself to get it together. He felt bitter towards her for how she looked down on him, on his body. Sure, he was a little fat and unattractive, but he had a cock like a tree branch. Not that many women would allow him to get to the point where he'd show them. He really didn't know how to talk to women, and now he didn't need to learn. He began sweating nervously.
She kept unbuttoning until she just stood in a plaid skirt and her lacy black bra. She walked over to where he was sitting on the bed, and sat on his lap, facing him, straddling him. He immediately grew hard from her attention. She placed his hands on her slim waist and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"Can you help me remove my thong? It's in the way." She looked up at him with a seductive look in her eyes. He nodded numbly and concentrated his power to increase her libido. She became more and more horny for him, to a degree that even surprised her in her altered state of consciousness. Her eyebrows furrowed, unsure why she wanted him buried deep inside of her suddenly– he was a sweaty, fat, unattractive man. And she wanted him to plow her. She tried to remind herself of the false truth he had planted deep within her mind– 'this is just for a test, for no other reason. I just have to put up with this as a graduation requirement. It doesn't even count as having sex– other girls who were virgins took this test and still call themselves virgins.' But a much more visceral part of her wanted his body on hers– a primal urge which could only be satisfied by his raw cock stretching her and roughly rubbing against her sensitive slit.
He smiled, seeing a shift in the look she was giving to him to one more clouded by her hormones. Perfect. He reached his hands under her skirt and felt her smooth ass. He grabbed at it roughly and she gasped slightly in surprise. She had looked down on him. She had called him a loser. He'd make sure she paid for it.
He grabbed her so hard that he knew he was leaving big red handprints behind. Then he grabbed a little harder. He wanted to leave just a couple of bruises from his fingertips.
She gasped and tried to move away, but he used all of his strength to pull her down further into his lap so she wouldn't leave.
"What was that for?" she asked, rubbing her butt in response. He smirked.
"Shut up," he responded, "Just wanted to see how you'd react. For the test. You didn't play along— I might have to mark points off for that." The premise of her not passing the test on something she prided herself on upset her. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Squeeze as hard as you want, baby. Rip my thong off with your big strong hands. Please, baby, I want to feel your cock deep inside my pussy." He raised an eyebrow. So he went from a 'forty-year-old virgin loser' to 'baby.' It was all just too easy. He grinned.
He reached over and ripped her black lace thong in half. He stuck his fingers into her welcoming slit. To his pleasure he found that it was dripping wet, warm, and pulsing. She wanted him bad. The hypnotic persuasion had worked even better than he had imagined. He pressed in further and found that she was very tight as well. He guessed her boyfriend hadn't been able to stretch her and soil her properly. No wonder she still walked around with such confidence. He'd make sure that changed. He fished his finger around until he found the bud of her clit. He pinched it. She let out a little gasp. Then he ground into it as hard as his grip would let him. She groaned out in pain and pleasure. He took two fingers from his other hand and began to push them in and out of her steadily. She grabbed her hands in his hair and began to moan, hips bucking forward as an involuntary response to the stimuli. Then, she remembered how she would be scored for the test, and composed her mind enough to instruct it to take off her bra. Her pillowy tits bounced out. He didn't know how long he could take not being inside her, but he wanted to draw her humiliation out.
As her hips bucked forward, her tits bounced in his face. He took one of them in his mouth and sucked on it, making her nipples hard. Then he began kissing her neck and her jawline. He could smell her sweet perfume of vanilla and coconut. He began to nick her with his teeth and suck hard on her flesh. He wanted to leave hickies all over her. And he did– on her neck, her chest, her tits. He pulled his fingers out.
"What is it?" she asked, almost insecure.
"Poor form," he said as cruelly as he could, "Unimpressive. Nothing particularly compelling." All words he didn't believe, but all words he knew would upset her.
"Wait, let me prove to you I know what I'm doing." He shook his head as if disappointed. Her eyes pleaded with him.
"Please. Please. Just give me a chance." He shook his head.
"Listen, if we're going to finish out this test, I'm going to have to talk you through it." She insecurely looked down at her exposed chest, wondering in her intoxicated state if her breasts weren't good enough for her instructor. She looked up at him with a pouting face. "Listen, I'm sure you'll get a lot out of this, actually. Ms. Dimarco–"
"Tiffany. Call me Tiffany."
"Ms. Dimarco, I'm sure you'll learn a lot from this experience. Now I want you on the bed, ass in the air, prepared to be pounded from the back." She nodded numbly and accommodated him. He began to undo his pants. He was suddenly self conscious again. His body was fat and ugly– she would surely laugh at him if she could look back and see him. He felt rage build up inside of him. He took out his fat cock. He pulled up the little amount of coverage her plaid skirt provided, revealing the red handprints he'd left earlier, and began to press his dick into her pink folds. His cock was thick as it was, but he decided that he'd increase her sensitivity to every sensation. He persuaded her mind to release more hormones and give her more exaggerated pleasurable physical reactions.
"What's taking so long?" she complained impatiently. He glared at her and increased the pain she'd feel as well. He grabbed her waist and pressed his dick in further and further, stretching her walls which clamped down hard on his dick, already too eager to milk his dick for all its seed. She began to groan– both in the pain and pleasure of him stretching her canal which insisted on clamping tightly to his fat cock. After feeling such intense physical pleasure, he decided that he was done drawing it out. He plowed all the way into her hard, without warning. She gasped loudly, tears pricking her eyes. He pulled out of her pussy which tried its best to clamp down and keep him inside. The raw tight rubbing sensation made him moan. He'd claim every inch of those walls as his.
He plowed his thick cock back in, and she began to make a sound in between a loud groan and a moan of ecstasy as he began to pound in and out of her.
"Fuuuuuucckkkk…." she moaned. She came. Then, after a couple of strokes back into her, again. And then again and… again, her pussy became a sloppy mess, still pulsating and gripping lazily at his dick. Her tongue lulled out of her mouth and her eyes rolled back.
The sound of raw slapping flesh filled the room as his hairy balls smacked against her pussy lips as he slammed into her again and again– the tip of his dick hitting up against her womb.
He kept pounding in and out of her for about two minutes until he was assured that her mind was turned to mush by the powerful and painful sensations.
Then he pulled out of her and was happy to see that his thick, veiny cock was covered in both her cum and some of her blood. He really was stretching her to her utmost. He smiled at that.
No man had been able to fill her pussy so greatly, nor given her such pleasure.
That pleasure, however, came at a cost. The pain from him ramming into previously unexplored parts of her pussy all at once– taking up an incredible amount of space with his giant member– was horrible. But the pleasure made it worth it. Her pussy hurt bad— she didn't know if, by the end, she'd be able to walk with such pain. But it was definitely worth it.
"Why'd you stop?" she asked as he sat down on the bed, refusing her the ecstasy of him reentering her. He laughed at her.
"You didn't expect me to do all the work, did you? Now come over here and ride me." She got up and suddenly had a full view of his naked form. Part of her still found him repulsive. He had a large belly with many folds of fat. He was balding in the back of his head. He was sweating profusely. Some of the sweat got onto his glasses. He took them off and wiped them off on the bed sheets. She cringed at the sight. That awoke the rage inside him again. "Ride me. Now."
Her attention was drawn back to his cock. His ginormous, long, fat, painful cock. And at that, she found her brain growing cloudy again. She mounted him, and slowly sank back down on his dick, stretching her once again. She pressed her pillowy, perfect tits up against his out-of-shape physique, pulled his fat fingers up to her tits, which he groped and twisted roughly. She cringed at the painful feeling, but leaned down to kiss him. Their tongues intertwined, he used his other hand to grab at her ass, helping her with the motion of bobbing up and down on his fat cock. She moaned into his mouth– out of pain or pleasure, even she didn't know. The rubbing sensation was so intense. His cock was so big that she could feel it rub against her clit on every in stroke, her body never acting fast enough to reaccommodate her new mate.
They stayed in that motion for awhile before he decided that he wanted her in a slightly different position. He pulled away from her and pinned her arms above her head onto the mattress below. She spread her legs wide, eager for him.
"Am I still a loser, Ms. Dimarco?" he asked her. Her eyes went wide at the mention of her previous words. She shook her head on instinct to bring his cock back. He didn't move. Then, thinking over his question, she decided on a different, more honest answer.
"Yes you're still a loser. A big, fat, ugly loser. I hate you. You're disgusting and creepy… but I want you. I don't know why but… I want you inside of me. I want you to cum inside of me and fill me with your seed. I don't know why, but I want your fat, sweaty body on top of mine. I want you to mate with me. I want my pussy to overflow and drip with your burning seed. I want you to impregnate me and to pound my teenage pussy until I can't think straight. You're still a loser. But…. I…. I can't help myself. Please." She looked at him with honest, pleading eyes. He rolled his eyes at the sight of her.
"Pathetic. But you'll get what you wish for." He let the full weight of his body press against her. Her tits were already sore from the earlier abuse, but now they were being utterly crushed under him. She groaned out in pain and shock from the weight. He pressed his dick back into her. She wrapped her legs around him. He began pushing in and out of her slowly. She groaned, and, with her tanned, toned legs, pulled his crotch as tightly into herself as she could manage. She leaned up and kissed him. After a while of that, he realized he wanted to be less immobilized by her. He unwrapped her legs from around him and grabbed her waist. He began to fuck her at a faster rate. She kept letting out sighs and groans, oohs and ahs at the increased pleasure and pain he had caused her to feel. She came yet again, her own cum so much at that point that it got onto the bedsheets below. The degrading, slapping sound of his flesh against hers became louder once again. He leaned down and kissed her neck, and he began slamming into her as deep and hard as possible. She put her hands in his hair, and her eyes rolled back, only being able to concentrate on the primal sensations. Orgasm after orgasm hit her, making her an awful mess, making her crave him like she'd never craved anything before. Her pussy clamped down on him, harder than it had done before, attempting to milk him of his seed. He'd give it what it asked for.
He then plunged deep into her one last time and shot his sperm deep into her. It flowed out of her, her womb not able to accommodate the sheer volume of his load. She reached her climax then, as he reached his.
He scooped up the cum that was flowing out and tried to push it back into her pussy, with his dick still stuffed inside her.
"I want to plug you up with my sperm so that you'll get your wish to its fullest. Can't let any of it go to waste."
"Thank you," she replied, numb from the pleasure.
He laid on top of her one last time, reveling in the feeling of her tight, perfect body, with her skinny waist and big, soft tits, pressed against his ugly, gross one which she had previously found repulsive. He felt so accomplished. He'd made her a total mess for his dick. HIM. He smiled at that.
Finally, he pulled out of her and looked over his handiwork— the developing bruises, the trail of hickies, her nipples hard, red, and sore.
Then, after considering her attitude coming in, he took away all the persuasion he had put over her mind so that she'd feel the full brunt of her shame. She'd learn her lesson.
Her eyes went from cloudy with lust to slowly becoming more and more conscious, more and more horrified. She looked down at her own body, bruised and marked by him, his cum seeping out of her with a tiny bit of blood from the slight ripping her pussy went through to accommodate him. She stared at horror at his grotesque and ugly form, remembering how she begged him to finish fucking her. She felt utterly repulsed. He began to button back up his shirt. She just kept lying back in bed, immobilized by the shock and shame of it all. She had begged him, BEGGED HIM to fuck her, begged him to cum in her, begged him to impregnate her. Creepy Mr. Peterson. Begged him, pleaded him. Asked him for his fat, ugly, sweaty body to press against hers. She'd let his hairy balls smack against her and she had relished in its sound. She'd loved the feeling of him rubbing against her and inside of her.
And the worst realization of all… she had never felt so fulfilled. She had never felt so disgusted, but never so utterly speared or ever been given such intense pleasure. And it was all from HIM. She hated herself.
"You…. pervert! You're a teacher!! You violated me!!" He laughed at her panic and dismay.
"Ms. Dimarco, I'm afraid that's all the time we have for today. If you want, you can always come by later for some more advanced sessions." She cringed at that, and pulled the bedsheets up to hide her naked body. She glared at him. But her pussy throbbed at the prospect.
He then pulled a thin veil of deception and persuasion over her mind once again. She nodded numbly. "Is that something you'd be interested in, Tiffany?" She kept glaring at him, but she nodded once more, surrendered to her newfound and horrific desire for him. "Fantastic. Get dressed. I'll see you tomorrow during flex period for more detailed instruction."