The taste of victory was sweet on Beatrice's lips. She had found her ultimate dick, and no one would ever know.
Her heels clicked against the polished floor as she made her way back to her infirmary office.
Her mind was still reeling from the intense session with Elion. She couldn't believe how good he felt inside her, how perfectly his cock fit her needy pussy.
As she unlocked the door and stepped inside, she noticed the vibrator she'd used earlier still lying on the floor where she'd tossed it.
A smirk played on her lips as she picked it up, running her fingers over the fake cockhead.
Maybe I'll have some fun with this again later, she thought with a chuckle. But for now, she was content to bask in the afterglow of her tryst with Elion.
She hung up her skirt and blouse, carefully tucking away her disheveled appearance. As she changed into fresh clothes, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and paused.
Her face was flushed, eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence. She looked... different. More alive. More desirable.
With a pleased smile, Beatrice finished dressing and sat down at her desk. She opened her planner, flipping to the next day's schedule.
Time to focus on work again, she told herself. But deep down, she knew things would never be the same.
Elion had awakened something within her, a hunger for pleasure that couldn't be satisfied by mere fantasy alone.
And she loved every minute of it. As she settled into her chair, Beatrice allowed herself a small, satisfied sigh.
...
The soft sounds of skin slapping against skin drifted through the hallway, barely audible over the ambient noise of the school.
But Isolde, walking past the closed classroom door, froze mid-step.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
"Huh...What's that noise?"
Her heart began to race as she approached the door silently, drawn by some morbid curiosity.
She reached for the handle, testing it gently. Unlocked. With trembling fingers, she pushed it open just an inch.
"Ahhh...Ahhhh...Ahhhhh!"
"Nghhh!"
"!!!"
What she saw made her breath catch in her throat.
Elion - her classmate, the quiet, reserved Elion - was sprawled on a desk, his shirt torn open, revealing his muscular chest.
His hips thrust upward rhythmically, and Isolde's eyes widened as she realized what she was seeing.
The school nurse, Ms. Beatrice, was riding him like a wild woman, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
Her face was flushed with pleasure, eyes closed in ecstasy as she took Elion's thick cock deep inside her.
Isolde's hand tightened on the door handle, her knuckles turning white. Close the door. Leave. Now, her mind screamed at her.
But her feet remained rooted to the spot.
She couldn't look away from the scene unfolding before her eyes. The way Elion's hands gripped the naked nurse's ass, pulling her down onto his shaft harder and harder.
The way Beatrice's mouth hung open, moans spilling from her lips. The way their bodies moved together in perfect synchronization.
Heat began to pool in Isolde's lower abdomen, spreading through her veins like liquid fire.
She squirmed uncomfortably, pressing her thighs together as an unfamiliar wetness gathered between her legs.
What is happening to me?
Her breathing became heavier, fogging up the small gap in the doorway. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath her uniform, straining against the fabric of her shirt.
Her whole body felt hot, flushed, like she had a fever.
Time seemed to stand still as she watched Elion and Beatrice lose themselves in their passionate embrace.
The nurse's moans grew louder, more desperate, as she bounced atop Elion's thick shaft. "Yes, yes, oh gods, YES!" she cried out, her inner walls clenching around him as she reached her peak.
Elion threw his head back, a guttural roar escaping his throat as he found his own release. His hips bucked wildly, driving himself deeper into Beatrice as he spilled his seed within her.
The intensity of their shared orgasm left them both breathless and trembling. They clung to each other, panting heavily as they rode out the aftershocks.
Isolde's heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed.
Not the Elion she knew, her quiet, studious classmate. And definitely not Beatrice, the prim and proper school nurse who tended to patients with gentle efficiency.
But there they were, entangled in a carnal dance that defied all expectations. Isolde felt a strange mixture of shock, fascination, and something else entirely - a throbbing ache deep within her core that she couldn't quite identify.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway snapped her out of her trance.
Panicked, Isolde quickly closed the door, her face burning with embarrassment as she hurried away from the scene.
Her mind raced as she fled towards safety, trying to make sense of what she'd seen. Why had she stopped to watch? Why couldn't she tear her eyes away from such a lewd spectacle?
She rounded a corner, putting distance between herself and the compromising situation.
Isolde couldn't help but replay the image of Elion's slick, glistening cock plunging in and out of Beatrice's eager pussy.
The way his muscles flexed with each powerful thrust. The raw, primal sounds of their flesh slapping...
Isolde shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the vivid images burned into her mind.
She pressed a hand to her flushed cheek, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. What was wrong with her? Why did witnessing such a scandalous act leave her feeling so... aroused?
She ducked into an empty classroom, leaning against the closed door as she struggled to catch her breath.
Her uniform felt suddenly constricting, the fabric scraping against her sensitive nipples with each shallow inhalation.
Isolde slid a hand beneath her skirt, gasping softly as her fingers brushed against the damp fabric of her panties.
She could feel the evidence of her unwanted arousal seeping through the thin material, coating her fingers as she tentatively explored her folds.
A whimper escaped her lips, her hips bucking involuntarily as she circled her clit with feather-light touches.
It was as if her body had a mind of its own, craving release after being denied for so long.
But no. This wasn't right. She couldn't bring herself to do this, not here, not now. With a shuddering sigh, Isolde withdrew her hand, bringing her fingertips to her nose and inhaling deeply.