TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS novel Chapter 45

SEX ED: TRAINING TEN HARD STUDENTS

“Who’s next? You. Caleb.”

Student 4: Caleb

Caleb was the class clown, but right now, he wasn’t laughing. He approached the desk with focus. His cock was medium length but curved sharply upward, with a thick, heavy head. He didn’t wait for a signal. He grabbed my knees, shoved them back toward my chest, and plunged in.

“Fuck!!! Ohhh… Caleb!” I shrieked. Because of the curve, ohh fuck the curve!

He was hitting the very top wall of my pussy–the “G–spot“-with every single thrust. It was a targeted, electric sensation. I bit my knuckle to keep from screaming too loud, my eyes narrowing until they were just slits.

“Mmm–hmmm… yesss… right there! Don’t move… just… ahhh!”

Caleb began to grind. He didn’t pull out far; he kept the head of his cock locked against that sensitive spot and vibrated his hips.

“Ma’am… you’re… you’re so soft… ahhh!” Caleb moaned. He was biting his lower lip so hard. His eyes were wide, watching the way my skin bunched up as he pushed into me.

“Harder, Caleb! Grind it! You’re doing so well!”

He increased the pressure, his breath coming in hot, wet puffs against my thigh. I felt the pleasure spiking, a sharp, white–hot needle of sensation. I hit a massive climax within three minutes, my legs locking around his head.

“AH–AH–AH–AHHHH!”

Grrrrrrrr! The alarm.

“Time,” I gasped, breathless and weak, shoving his sweaty chest away. “Step back. Toby. Your turn.”

Student 5: Toby

Toby was the youngest–looking boy, with a face full of freckles. But his cock was a surprise–it was dark, heavy, and extremely vein–y. He looked terrified as he climbed over me, his hands shaking as he touched my waist.

“I… I’ve never done this, ma’am,” he whispered.

“Then learn, Toby,” I said, guiding his cock in.

He slid in with a soft whimper. “Oooohhh ohhh my…” he moaned.

He was incredibly sensitive. Every time he moved an inch, his whole body would shudder. He started with tiny, tentative pokes, his eyes darting around my face to see if he was hurting me.

“It’s okay, Toby. Go deeper,” I said, already recovering from the climax.

He took a deep breath and buried himself. “… ohhh… ohhh god!” He let out a long, shaky moan that sounded like a song. He started to move in a clumsy, puppy–like rhythm. It wasn’t smooth, but the raw friction of his veins rubbing against me was incredible.

“Ahhh… Toby… mmm–hmmm… yesss, just like that!”

I reached down and guided his hips, showing him the rhythm. He caught on fast. His face transformed from fear to pure lust. He narrowed his eyes and began to thrust with a surprising amount of power.” I’m… I’m… ahhh! Ma’am! It feels too good!” 2

“Five seconds, Toby. Make them count.”

He gave three frantic, deep lunges, his eyes rolling back in his head as a thick stream of pre–cum leaked onto my thigh.

Grrrrrrrr! The alarm.

“TIME,” I barked, pushing him off just as he was about to blow. He stood there, trembling and desperate.” Elias, you’re up.”

Student 6: Elias

“Time,” I whispered breathlessly. Elias pulled out instantly; he didn’t argue. His face was a mask of stone, though his cock was still pulsing violently. “Sam, you’re up.”

“Time’s up, Sam,” I gasped, my chest heaving.

“One more, Miss. Just one.”

“NO. Step down.” I shoved him away, my heart racing. “Next, Victor!”

Student 8: Victor

Victor was the class president. He was always perfect, always on time. He approached the desk and looked at the mess of fluids on the wood. His cock was perfectly straight, thick, and very red. He knelt on the desk and pulled me toward him. He didn’t just fuck me; he looked me in the eyes the whole time.

He slid in. It was a perfect fit. He moved with a precision that was almost scary. He knew exactly where to hit, exactly how much pressure to use. 1

“Ahhh… Victor… mmm–hmmm… yesss… ohhh!”

I reached out and cupped his face. He was biting his lip, his eyes narrowed as he studied my reactions. Every time I moaned, he would increase the speed. Every time I arched my back, he would go deeper.

“Nnnnggh… ahhh… ahhh… ahhh!”

The friction was perfect. I felt my sixth climax rising. It was a bright, golden heat. Victor saw it happening. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue mirroring the movements of his cock.

“AHHHhhhhhhh fuckkkkk!!” I exploded, my walls clamping down on him with a force that finally made him lose his cool. He let out a long, jagged moan, his forehead resting against mine.

Grrrrrrrr! The alarm.

“Time,” I panted.

Victor pulled out, his face returning to its perfect, calm mask, though his body was covered in sweat.” Two more,” I said, looking at the last two boys. My body was a wreck, but the lesson wasn’t over. “Who’s next? Nathan.”