Spider-Man: Lust

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Ulyana kept her word and revealed the identity of the woman from my dreams. She turned out to be Jean Grey, one of the teachers at the school who was currently on holiday.

When I found out she was a telepath. I stopped believing in the fortunate coincidence of my presence and Jean's holiday.

The only problem was, where and how do I start digging? Neither Uliana, Jubilee, nor Kitty could give me a good idea....

- Miss Monroe, may I help you? - Well, I'll have to reminisce about the time when I was the teacher's favourite.

- Huh? Thank you, Peter. - Miss Monroe handed me the box with a meaningless smile. - This is for room sixteen. Do you know where it is? - Yeah, just past 15.

- Of course I do. - With a smile that made me want to punch myself in the face, I said goodbye to the teacher and went to make the delivery.

And no, room number sixteen was not after fifteen. It was on a different floor altogether, with other even numbered classrooms..... Seriously, sometimes numbering is annoying. It's like dividing a street into two streets and adding letters to the house numbers.

.....

Anyway, all week I've been hitting on teachers as hard as I can. My social status as a pervert with pervert powers was no longer threatened.

- It must be hard being a superheroine and a teacher, huh? - I was concentrating mainly on Miss Monroe. Who, in addition to feeling guilty about her reaction when I met her, was also feeling guilty about the rumours that had started after she'd publicly demanded to know about my powers.

- I'm not gonna lie, Peter, it's not easy.

And little by little, we got to the point where we started talking after class. The topics were pretty standard, and to be honest, most of the time I was nodding without listening, fighting the urge to snap out of it and ask about Jean directly.

- I heard that one of the teachers is on holiday... I hope it's not because of the aftermath of some battle?

Although I have flirted with that at times.

- No, it's nothing like that. You don't have to worry about Jean. - Ororo replied with a warm smile.

But it never ended up being anything. I guess I should be satisfied that my questions at least didn't set me up.

.....

- Wow, so there's an aeroplane under the school?

The days went by - we got closer. I kept fighting my interest, and didn't cross the line into obsession.

- Yes! Maybe one day you'll get to fly in it too? - Storm smiled encouragingly at me, Miss Monroe's name in time of heroics.

- Hmmm, I wonder how many secrets the school keeps?

- Well there are a few...

.....

Hints, but Ororo gave me a direction on where to look for Jean. And when it's a huge estate with surrounding buildings, even directions are something.

So I found myself in a sort of mini manor, seemingly designed for summer, which I had never been to before today. How the summer manor differs from the main one, apart from its size, is unclear to me. Same mahogany wooden columns, chandeliers, paintings, and a gorgeous floor.

- Nothing interesting on the ground floor....

I walked quite freely, for even if I get caught, I have the perfect excuse of an unsociable newcomer.

- Oh, that's interesting.

Although not so loose that I couldn't see the camera. Whose lens was somehow unluckily pointed solely at the door of one room.

- Now we wait.

Sitting down on the windowsill, I cracked open my pre-prepared lunch, pulled out my smartphone and began to fulfil the role of the unsociable newcomer who decided to be away from everyone.

.....

- What are you doing here? - I was suddenly called out by a gorgeous blonde in white.

- First I ate, then I sat down to play. - showed the screen of a smartphone on which a boss battle was in progress.

Unclear for some reason, but instead of me, the stranger was the one who felt uncomfortable. Giving the impression of a cold woman, maybe even a bitch, the blonde across the room took an awkward glance away from me and anxiously gathered her shoulders. Well the latter made her hefty breasts heave, so I'm not complaining.

- Y-you can't be in here.

- Why not?

The blonde involuntarily glanced at the very door a few flights away.

- You'd better leave. - Maybe she's sick. Even her cheeks are flushed. And it's not for a schoolboy with glasses to get her interested.

It makes sense. I've heard that Mutants have specific illnesses, and if Jin is experiencing something similar to what addicts experience, isolation in the infirmary seems like a practical solution.

On the other hand, is she capable? Isn't it my sperm that causes addiction? And as far as I know, we've only met in dreams, so.... Although she's a telepath, and with them... I don't know how it's supposed to work.

- So, did you find out everything you wanted to know? - the blonde reminded me in a weird way that it was time to go.

- Huh? I tried to look surprised. - Yeah, I realised you can't come in here. I'm sorry. - and I turned on the fool.

.....

I'm done with that.

Hey, I'm actually a high school student without any superpowers at a school that has programmes to train mutants for combat!

There are far better reasons to risk your life!

- Like trying to save the head moron and his bitch of a girlfriend..... Haa. - I wonder if I'll ever get tired of regretting this.

- Huh? Who's there?! - suddenly behind me, the silence of the library was interrupted by a woman's voice. A familiar, but slightly different voice.

- Miss Monroe?

- Ah, Peter? You're such a good boy, studying at this hour... - at half past nine? And yes, I don't study, I just don't pretend to be a lonely freshman, which I am. So I'm dining alone.

- Is something wrong? - I could tell from her smile, her eyes and most importantly her smell that the teacher was a little drunk.

* Knock*

- Ouch, I bumped my head on the table. - Well, maybe not a little.

.....

I learnt from her drunken speech that it was about the recent death of her brother. Who she wasn't really close to, apparently so much so that she barely even met him, and that's probably why she got depressed and self-destructive.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! This way! - Am I sure it's as above? As sure as Miss Monroe is walking.

- The key? - which I'm carrying to her room, almost on my own.

The decoration of the teacher's room was larger, much, and better furnished. I could describe it all, but I don't care much for lockers and colours.

- Peter, why don't you sit down?

- How about I go?

- Don't be shy! - That's how I got dragged onto the bed. - With your powers, it must be hard for you. - I wanted to get a word in edgewise. - The boys are jealous of you and the girls are afraid of you. - but as drunken conversations go, there's only one active participant. - It must be hard for you. - Yeah, boys are scared, girls are jealous, we've been there. - You know, the thing is, they just don't get it! And you need to explain your abilities and then things will get better... Do you know how to explain it properly? You can practice on me. - I don't think the word 'can' applies when you're being held in a hug.

- Well my abilities...

.....

- That's ridiculous! - At the end of my story, Ororo jumped. - There is no such thing as a woman depending on sex!

- ...If you say so. - Not wanting to argue with the drunk, I got up and started to leave, only to be stopped again....

*Bang*

By the fly. That's clever.

- I'll prove to you there's no such thing. - Miss Monroe, with an excited look on her face, first got into my jeans and then into my knickers.

I couldn't resist the advances, especially from a beautiful woman with white lush hair slicked to the side, infinitely deep blue eyes and skin the colour of bitter chocolate.

- Mm. Not a bad one you've got... - As if remembering her status as a teacher, Miss Monroe swallowed the word cock, for that was not the way to talk to students.

Although kicking them professionally in the dick is different? Surprisingly, despite her long fingernails, Miss Monroe's grip was firm and went all the way along the shaft in an exceptionally pleasure-giving motion.

- I haven't even started and you're already leaking? Youth is impressive... Huuu... Haaaa...

Blowing hot breath from the full red lips on the head, Storm pressed her thumb on the urethra, then lubricated her hands in pre-eculant.

- You probably want me to take it in my mouth, don't you? - Miss Monroe said in a hot voice, looking up from below before....

*smack*

- But no... - She kissed the top of my head, leaving a bright lipstick mark on it.

With a mischievous smile, Storm continued to jack my cock. She didn't speed up and was clearly keeping up the pace, pursuing the same goal behind the blowing on my shaft - to annoy.

- Ah!... How you treat your teacher, Mr Parker! - protested Ororo as I pulled on top of her and consequently threw her on the bed.

As befits the popular belief about women of her race, Miss Monroe has a lovely, wide ass, stretching tightly over the white trousers of the one-piece suit.

*(fabric rustling)

- Oh, my God.

Gathering the pre-eculant from my irritated cock, I inserted a couple of fingers inside Storm's pussy, which, though wet, demanded vengeance.

- Wow... You... Handy bloke. Mr P-Ahrker.

Miss Monroe's preferences matched those of Liz, who for all her bitchy personality, likes to be treated rather roughly. And while it's a fine line between rough and painful, thanks to Allen, I'm quite adept at balancing it.

- Mm-hmm. Yeah. That feels so good.

Gradually the moisture of Miss Monroe's girl allowed me to let three fingers in. Lips began to gently suck them, trembling. Realising that Storm was on the verge, I naturally.....

- Huh?! What a bad boy you really are... Bad boy... Mr Parker.

He stopped. The displeasure and surprise on the teacher's face didn't last long, for it was replaced by lust when her chocolate ass felt my hot shaft.

- So what were you saying about women not being able to depend on cock?' I said to Miss Monroe, slapping her ass with my cock.

- Just because I want your cock doesn't mean I depend on it..... - reacting to the wet slaps, Storm spread an erotic smile and lowered her eyelids.

- Since that's the case...

- Mnhmmmm! - which she quickly opened as soon as I inserted it.

- How so? So much talk and now there's nothing to say? - I lowered myself to whisper in her ear and nuzzle Miss Monroe's huge breasts.

- Ngghm... Don't kid yourself, you're not the biggest I've ever had. - Is that it?

- Then I don't have to hold back? - then you'll have to be the most memorable.

- No! St-Ogghmmmmmmm!

Without any games, I immediately switched on the latest programme. I started pounding the chocolate pussy so hard that the waves spread across the firm ass.

- Hmmm!

At first uncomfortable, Miss Monroe fell face first into the pillow, whose pillowcase she had bitten into. A few minutes later, her baby girl was sweating harder and giving me more of a thrust.

- Haaah! Haaah! You're tearing me up, Mr Parker.

Without making any attempt to escape, Miss Monroe surprised me with her eyes glowing white in the blink of an eye.

- А!.. Aah!

*(rain pounding)

As if to drown out Storm's moans, it suddenly began to rain. However, even though the windows were closed, the sheets underneath her and the pillow were covered in moisture.

*(Thunder rumbling)

- Aaaaaaaaaaah!

With a blinding flash of lightning, Miss Monroe's body shuddered and bucked under the weight of a violent orgasm. Along with which...

- Kggh!

And I peaked, cumming inside my teacher, fulfilling one of the top nine sexual male fantasies.

- Haaaa... Nah. Not good. Mr Parker. Really not enough to make me want to get a baw-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

I could tell you what the other eight are, but I'm a little busy.

- Ah! Mnh-mnh!

Without even pulling out, I went in for a second round, using the cum as a lubricant. And it went on like that many more times....