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Weekly Poll #10 - OC / Rias Gremory {Story 19}

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The final bell had rung almost an hour ago, but the gym still held onto the day’s lingering heat. Warm air clung to the space, thick with the familiar smells of rubber mats, old sweat, polished metal from the weight racks, and faint chalk dust. Late afternoon light filtered through the high windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floor.

Issei Hyoudou stood awkwardly near the bleachers, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His school uniform felt too tight, collar suddenly uncomfortable. He had no idea why Rias had dragged him here after classes, but the determined look on her face earlier had made it very clear he shouldn’t ask questions. His stomach already twisted with uneasy anticipation.

Rias Gremory walked straight across the gym floor with confident, purposeful steps. Her Kuoh Academy uniform fit her figure perfectly—the white blouse stretched snugly across her full, heavy breasts, the top buttons straining just enough to hint at the deep cleavage beneath. The pleated skirt swayed with each stride, hugging the generous curve of her hips and the round, plump shape of her ass. Her long, crimson hair flowed down her back like a vivid waterfall, catching the light with every movement. She carried herself with natural poise and quiet authority, her pale skin glowing slightly from the residual warmth of the gym.

Mr. Takuma Yōta was finishing up near the weight area, stacking the last of the heavy plates. His broad back flexed powerfully under the thin gray track jacket, the fabric stretched tight across his solid, bulky frame. Years of heavy lifting had given him thick, powerful arms, a heavy chest, and strong legs that filled out his track pants. A solid layer of muscle sat beneath a powerful gut, the kind of bulky, imposing build that commanded attention without effort. Sweat had darkened the material between his shoulder blades and along his spine, making the jacket cling to his skin.

“Yōta-sensei, I need a private lesson,” Rias said, her voice calm and direct as she stopped a few feet away from him. She tilted her head slightly, the motion causing her breasts to shift noticeably under the blouse.

Yōta set the 45-pound plate down with a heavy metallic clank that echoed through the empty gym. He straightened up and turned around, wiping his hands on the front of his pants. His eyes moved slowly over Rias, taking in her curves—the way the uniform accentuated her large tits, narrow waist, and wide hips—before flicking briefly to Issei standing nervously behind her.

“And him?” Yōta asked, voice low and even, with a hint of curiosity.

“He’s coming too,” Rias answered without hesitation, gesturing vaguely toward Issei. “He needs to learn something important.”

Issei’s stomach dropped like a stone. A cold wave of unease washed over him. He opened his mouth, trying to form some kind of protest or question, but nothing came out. His throat felt dry, his heart already beating faster.

Yōta studied them both for a moment, then wiped his hands one last time on his pants and gave a single, decisive nod. “Storage room. Now.”

The three of them walked across the gym floor in heavy silence. Issei trailed a few steps behind, his shoes squeaking softly on the polished wood. Rias walked ahead with her usual graceful confidence, her pleated skirt swishing against her thighs, the hem occasionally riding up just enough to show more of her smooth, pale legs and the tempting curve where her ass met her thighs. Yōta led the way, his broad shoulders and thick frame making him look even larger in the quiet space.

They reached the storage room at the far end of the gym. The door was plain and unassuming, the moment they stepped inside, the cramped interior felt even smaller. Rolled-up wrestling mats leaned against one wall, scattered yoga blocks and foam rollers cluttered the floor, and an old equipment trolley loaded with folded mats sat pushed against another wall. The air here was slightly cooler but still carried the same rubbery, metallic scent, now mixed with a faint trace of dust.

The moment the door shut behind them, Yōta turned the lock with a heavy, deliberate click. The sound echoed sharply in the small, enclosed space like a final warning, sealing them in. The lock’s metallic snap seemed to cut off any chance of turning back.

Rias stood tall in the center of the room, her full breasts rising and falling with steady breaths under the tight blouse, the fabric pulling taut across her chest. Rias looked at Issei, her expression flat and unforgiving. “Sit in the corner. On that bench. Don’t speak unless I tell you to. And you’re going to watch everything. Every single second. Understand?”

Issei swallowed hard, throat tight. He nodded silently and lowered himself onto the low wooden bench in the shadows, heart hammering so loud he could hear it in his ears.

Rias turned back to Yōta without another glance at her servant. Without hesitation she grabbed the hem of her school shirt and pulled it up and off in one smooth motion. Her full, heavy breasts bounced free, pale and perfect, the soft weight of them settling with a natural jiggle. Her nipples were already tight and pink from the cooler air in the room, standing out stiff against her creamy skin. She dropped the shirt carelessly on the dusty floor and stood there bare from the waist up, shoulders back, chin lifted in quiet challenge.

Yōta’s gaze dropped straight to her chest, taking in the generous curves, the way her tits rose and fell with each breath. He stepped closer, the scent of his clean sweat and the faint chalk from the gym clinging to him. One big, rough hand reached out and cupped the heavy weight of her left tit, lifting it slightly, feeling its softness overflow his palm. His thick thumb brushed slowly over the stiff nipple, circling it once, then pressing down firmer.

Rias let out a slow, shaky breath, her eyelids fluttering for a moment.

“Go on,” she said, her voice already dropping lower, thicker with need. “Show my useless servant what a real man does with a woman’s body. Teach him how to handle tits and pussy like these.”

Yōta didn’t waste words. His other hand settled on her shoulder, firm but controlled, and he pushed her down to her knees on the worn mats. The move was confident, not rough. Rias went willingly, dropping gracefully to her knees in front of him, her heavy breasts swaying with the motion, the pale globes brushing against her arms as she settled.

Her hands moved to his track pants, fingers hooking into the waistband along with his boxers. She tugged them down in one pull. His cock sprang out heavily, thick and already swelling fast. It was noticeably bigger than Issei’s in every way—longer by five inches, much girthier, with a fat, pulsing vein running prominently along the underside. The shaft had a slight upward curve, the skin smooth and flushed, and the blunt, mushroom-shaped head was dark and angry-looking, already leaking a bead of pre-cum at the slit. It hung heavy between his thick thighs, twitching once as it continued to harden fully under her gaze.

From the corner, Issei stared with his mouth dry, eyes wide. His own dick twitched hard inside his pants despite the sick, twisting knot in his gut. The contrast was brutal—his teacher’s cock looked powerful, intimidating, built to stretch and ruin.

Rias looked over her shoulder at Issei, her long crimson hair falling across one eye. “Watch closely, Issei. This is how a woman should be handled. Not with your clumsy, nervous hands.” Then she turned back, parted her glossy lips, and took Yōta’s thick cock into her warm mouth.

Yōta groaned low in his broad chest, the sound deep and satisfied. One of his big hands slid into her crimson hair, fingers tangling gently but possessively, not forcing her but clearly guiding the pace. He rocked his hips forward in a slow, steady rhythm, feeding more of that thick shaft past her lips, inch by inch. Wet, obscene sucking sounds quickly filled the cramped room—soft gags when the head nudged the back of her throat, loud slurps as she pulled back, the occasional wet pop when she came off for air.

Rias worked him eagerly, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the fat head before she sank down again, trying to take as much of his girth as she could. Her full lips stretched wide around his thickness, spit already glistening on her chin and dripping in thin strings down onto her bare, heaving tits. The pale skin of her breasts grew shiny with her own saliva, droplets sliding between her cleavage.

Issei’s hand moved on its own, shaking as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his aching, smaller cock. He started stroking slowly at first, shame burning hot across his face, but he couldn’t stop watching the way Rias’s head bobbed, the way her heavy tits swayed and jiggled with every forward rock of Yōta’s hips.

“That’s it,” Yōta grunted, voice rough and low. “Suck it nice and deep, like the needy slut you are. Show your pathetic servant how a real cock tastes.”

He pushed a little further, the fat vein on the underside sliding over her tongue. Rias’s throat tightened around the head and she moaned loudly around the thick meat filling her mouth, the vibration traveling straight up Yōta’s shaft and making his hips jerk forward. He held her head steadier, thrusting a few more controlled times, the wet gluck-gluck sounds growing filthier.

“Fuck—swallow it all,” he growled, burying himself as deep as her throat would allow.

Rias’s eyes watered, tears pricking at the corners, but she swallowed hard around him, her throat working visibly. Yōta came with a low, rumbling growl, his thick cock pulsing hard as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum straight down her throat. A thin line of white escaped from the corner of her stretched lips when he finally pulled out slowly, his cock shiny and slick with her spit and the remnants of his load.

She swallowed visibly, throat bobbing, then licked her swollen lips clean, breathing hard through her nose. Strands of spit and cum connected her mouth to the head of his cock for a moment before breaking.

Rias turned her head and looked straight at Issei, her smirk filthy and satisfied, eyes gleaming with cruel triumph. “Already leaking just from watching me suck a real man’s cock? Pathetic.”

Issei’s hand flew desperately over his cock. He came with a strangled groan, spurting messily over his fingers and onto the dusty floor in weak, humiliating pulses. His whole body shook, knees knocking together as the orgasm ripped through him far too quickly.

Rias laughed softly, low and mocking, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Already? One blowjob and you’re done? How fucking embarrassing.”

Yōta pulled his pants up just enough to keep them from falling, his cock still half-hard and shining with her spit, the thick length hanging heavy against his thigh. He reached down with one strong arm and hauled Rias to her feet like she weighed nothing, her heavy breasts bouncing sharply with the sudden movement.

“Turn around,” he said, voice calm but leaving no room for argument.

He spun her toward the heavy equipment trolley stacked high with folded yoga mats. With one rough yank he ripped her skirt and panties down her legs in a single motion, letting the fabric pool at her ankles. Rias kicked them aside impatiently. Her ass was pale, round, and perfectly shaped—soft, plump cheeks that jiggled slightly with the movement, the skin smooth and unmarked until Yōta gave one firm cheek a sharp, loud slap. The crack echoed through the room. A bright red handprint bloomed instantly on her pale flesh, the skin rippling under the impact.

Issei’s spent cock twitched again in his sticky hand, already starting to harden despite how sensitive it felt. The sight of that red mark on Rias’s perfect ass made his stomach twist with fresh shame and heat.

Yōta rubbed the fat, still-slick head of his dick up and down Rias’s slick pussy lips, coating himself thoroughly in her dripping wetness. She was soaked, her folds puffy and glistening, the scent of her arousal now mixing with the chalky air of the storage room.

“This is how you fuck a woman, Hyoudou,” Yōta said, tone casual, almost bored, like he was giving a basic gym instruction. “You don’t hesitate. You don’t ask permission. You just take what’s yours and wreck it.”

He lined up the blunt head against her entrance and slammed in with one brutal, powerful thrust, burying his thick cock to the hilt in a single stroke.

Rias cried out sharply as the thick head forced its way inside her, her hands flying forward to grip the metal edge of the trolley for balance. Her whole body jerked forward from the force of that first brutal thrust. Yōta’s cock was massive—long, girthy, and rock-hard—stretching her tight pussy wide open until she felt every thick inch buried to the hilt, the blunt head pressing deep against her cervix. The sudden fullness made her gasp, her slick walls clenching instinctively around the invading shaft.

He didn’t give her even a second to adjust. Yōta pulled back slowly, letting her feel the drag of his veiny length along her sensitive inner walls, then drove forward again with a powerful snap of his hips, slamming balls-deep in one hard stroke. He set a punishing rhythm right away—deep, relentless thrusts that made the heavy trolley wheels squeak loudly in protest with every impact.

Wet, filthy slapping sounds quickly filled the cramped storage room: the loud smack of his muscular hips colliding with her soft ass, the obscene squelch of his thick cock pounding into her soaked cunt, and the wet drag every time he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. Rias’s heavy tits swung and bounced wildly underneath her with each powerful thrust, the full, pale globes jiggling heavily, her stiff pink nipples brushing against the rough edge of the stacked yoga mats.

“Fuck—yes,” she moaned, her voice already breaking with pleasure. “Harder, Yōta-sensei. Don’t hold back—wreck my pussy!”

Yōta’s big hands gripped her hips tighter, thick fingers digging deep into the soft, pale flesh, leaving faint red marks. He gave her exactly what she begged for. His powerful hips snapped forward faster, driving that fat cock into her again and again with brutal force. The heavy, cum-filled balls slapped rhythmically against her swollen clit, the wet plap-plap-plap echoing sharply off the walls. Each thrust made her plump ass ripple and jiggle, the soft cheeks bouncing back against his pelvis.

Issei’s hand was already back on his cock, stroking desperately in time with Yōta’s punishing rhythm. He couldn’t look away from the lewd sight—the way Rias’s round ass rippled and shook every time Yōta’s hips smacked into it, the way her slick pussy lips gripped and stretched around his thick shaft on every pull-out, shiny and puffy, coated in her creamy juices.

“Look at that, Issei,” Rias panted, turning her head just enough to lock eyes with him over her shoulder. Her face was flushed deep red, eyes glassy and half-lidded with raw pleasure, strands of crimson hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. “You see how deep he is inside me? How that thick cock fills me up completely? That’s what a real man’s dick feels like stretching a woman’s cunt—not your sad little prick that barely reaches halfway.”

Her cruel words hit Issei like a slap across the face. His cheeks burned with humiliation, but his hand only moved faster, squeezing his smaller shaft tightly as pre-cum leaked over his fingers.

Yōta reached around her body with one arm, his large hand grabbing one of her swinging tits roughly. He mauled the heavy mound without mercy, thick fingers sinking deep into the soft, jiggling flesh, kneading and squeezing hard enough to make the pale skin bulge between his digits. He pinched her stiff nipple sharply between thumb and forefinger, twisting it as he kept pounding her from behind.

Rias moaned louder, the sound turning into a broken whine as she pushed her ass back eagerly to meet every deep thrust. “Yes—hold my tits like that too. Squeeze them harder while you ruin my pussy!”

Her first real orgasm hit her fast and hard. Her back arched sharply, thighs trembling violently as her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around Yōta’s thick cock. A hot gush of wetness squirted around his shaft, soaking his balls and dripping down her inner thighs. She cried out sharply, the sound echoing in the small room.

Yōta didn’t slow down even for a second. He fucked her straight through her climax, grunting with raw effort, the powerful muscles in his thick arms and broad chest flexing visibly under his track jacket. His hips kept slamming forward, driving that girthy cock deep into her spasming cunt.

“Again,” he growled, voice low and commanding. He slapped her ass once more with his free hand, the sharp crack ringing out as fresh red bloomed across her pale cheek. “Cum on my cock again, you greedy little slut. Show your useless servant how many times a real man can make you lose control.”

Rias whimpered at his filthy words, but her body obeyed instantly. A second, even sharper orgasm ripped through her only a minute later. Her walls squeezed his thick shaft like a vice, pulsing and milking him desperately as she screamed this time—loud, unrestrained, her voice cracking with overwhelming pleasure. Fresh juices gushed out around his pistoning cock, making the wet sounds even messier and louder.

Yōta buried himself as deep as possible and came with a heavy, satisfied groan, his cock throbbing hard inside her. Thick ropes of hot cum pumped straight into her spasming pussy, flooding her completely. When he finally pulled out with a wet pop, a messy trickle of his thick white load immediately leaked from her well-fucked, gaping hole, running slowly down her inner thigh in sticky strands.

Issei came for the second time right then, his weaker spurts landing messily on his stomach and thighs. He was breathing hard, chest heaving like he’d just run a marathon, shame and unwanted arousal burning through him.

Rias stayed bent over the trolley for a long moment, panting heavily, her heavy tits still swaying gently as she caught her breath. Cum continued to drip steadily from her stretched, puffy pussy onto the floor below.

Yōta stepped back, his thick cock still hard and glistening with their mixed juices, hanging heavy between his muscular thighs. He looked over at Issei with a calm, almost indifferent expression, not even breathing hard.

“Lesson’s not over yet, kid.”

Rias stayed bent over the trolley for a few long seconds, breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Yōta’s thick cum was already leaking steadily from her stretched pussy, running down her inner thigh in slow, pearly white trails. The warm, sticky fluid traced glistening paths over her pale skin, dripping onto the floor in quiet, obscene drops. The smell of sex was starting to thicken the air in the small storage room—musky and salty from his heavy loads, mixed with the sweet scent of Rias’s arousal and the faint background of chalk dust and rubber mats from the gym equipment.

Yōta gave her round ass another firm slap, his big palm connecting with a loud crack that made the soft flesh jiggle and ripple under the impact. He watched with dark satisfaction as the red handprint deepened on her pale cheek. “Up. We’re not done. Get that sloppy cunt ready for round two.”

He pulled her upright by the waist, spun her around roughly, and pushed her back against the trolley again, this time facing him. Rias’s heavy tits swayed heavily with the sudden movement, the full, pale globes bouncing and settling with a soft jiggle. Her nipples were red and swollen from where he’d pinched and twisted them earlier, standing out stiff against her flushed skin. She looked completely flushed and hungry now, her crimson hair messy, eyes bright with lust and that sharp, cruel edge.

“On your back,” Yōta ordered, his voice low and commanding. “Legs spread wide. Let your little servant get a good, long look at how a real man leaves a pussy wrecked and leaking.”

Rias smirked, lips curling in filthy satisfaction. She hopped up onto the edge of the trolley, leaning back on her elbows. The stacked yoga mats underneath made a decent, slightly padded surface. She spread her thighs wide apart, opening herself completely. Her soaked, cum-dripping cunt was on full display—pink folds puffy and swollen from the rough fucking, glistening with a messy mix of her juices and Yōta’s thick load. The pearly cum slowly oozed out from her stretched hole, dripping in thick strands onto the mats below.

Issei couldn’t stop staring, his eyes locked between her spread legs. His cock was already rock-hard again, twitching angrily in his fist even though he’d just came twice. Shame burned hot in his chest, twisting his stomach into knots, but the sight of Rias like this—used, gaping slightly, leaking another man’s cum—made unwanted heat flood through him.

Yōta stepped between her spread legs, his muscular thighs brushing against her inner knees. He stroked his thick cock slowly with one big hand, bringing it back to full hardness. The shaft was still slick and shiny with her creamy juices and his own previous load, the fat vein along the underside pulsing visibly. The blunt head was dark and swollen, already leaking fresh pre-cum.

He rubbed the fat head up and down her messy slit, teasing her swollen clit with the tip, smearing the leaking cum all over her puffy lips. The wet, squelching sounds were loud and lewd in the quiet room.

“Look at this sloppy cunt,” Yōta said, glancing over at Issei with a smug smirk. “Already dripping my cum like a used whore and she’s still begging for more. That’s what happens when a woman gets properly fucked by a real man’s cock, Hyoudou. Not that you’d know anything about that with your tiny, useless prick.”

He pushed the thick head inside her again, this time slow and deliberate, letting Issei watch every girthy inch disappear into Rias’s body. The stretched pink lips parted obscenely around his thickness, sucking him in with a wet sound. Rias moaned loudly, her head tilting back, crimson hair spilling over the mats.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” Yōta grunted, voice rough with pleasure. “Even after I stretched you out and pumped you full. Your boy over there must have a pathetic little baby dick if you’re still gripping me this hard.”

Rias laughed breathlessly, rolling her hips greedily to take him even deeper. Her heavy tits shifted with the movement, the soft flesh rippling. “He does. Such a pathetic little thing. Barely fills me at all—feels like nothing. Keep going, Yōta-sensei. Show him how a thick, real cock is supposed to feel inside a woman’s cunt. Stretch me properly.”

Yōta bottomed out with a wet, heavy smack, his heavy balls resting snugly against her ass. He started thrusting again—deep, powerful strokes that made the entire trolley creak and shift under them. Rias’s heavy tits bounced and swayed wildly with every impact, the soft, pale flesh rippling and jiggling, her red nipples tracing little circles in the air. The wet, obscene sounds of his cock pounding into her cum-filled pussy grew louder and filthier: constant squelching as he stirred the mess inside her, loud slapping of skin on skin, and Rias’s rising moans mixing with the rhythmic smack of his hips against her ass.

Issei stroked himself faster, his hand flying over his shaft, eyes glued to the lewd sight. He watched Yōta’s thick shaft stretch Rias open on every thrust, pulling out shiny and coated with their mixed juices before slamming back in. Thick globs of cum from the first round were pushed out around his pistoning cock with every deep stroke, dripping messily onto the mats below in sticky strings.

“Fuck—right there,” Rias gasped, one hand reaching down between her legs to rub her swollen clit in fast circles. “Deeper. Ruin me—wreck this pussy so Issei can see what a real man does.”

Yōta grabbed her hips with both hands and fucked her harder, his powerful hips snapping forward with enough force to jolt her whole body each time. The trolley wheels squeaked louder in protest. “Hear that, kid? She’s begging me to ruin her tight little cunt. Because you can’t. You probably cum in two pathetic pumps and leave her frustrated and dry every single time, don’t you?”

Issei’s face burned with humiliation. He wanted to look away, to close his eyes, but he couldn’t. His hand flew desperately over his cock, pre-cum leaking steadily from the tip and making his strokes slick and noisy.

Rias’s third orgasm hit her fast and hard. Her back arched sharply off the trolley, pushing her heavy tits upward as she cried out loudly. Her pussy clenched hard around Yōta’s thick cock, milking him greedily as fresh wetness gushed around his shaft, soaking his balls even more.

“Shit—again,” Yōta growled, not slowing down for a second. He leaned over her, one big hand mauling her bouncing tit roughly. His thick fingers sank deep into the soft, jiggling flesh, squeezing and kneading hard enough to leave marks. He pinched her swollen nipple hard, twisting it sharply between his fingers as he kept pounding her without mercy.

Rias came a fourth time almost right after, a broken, high-pitched moan tearing from her throat. Her legs shook violently, toes curling tight. “Yōta—fuck—yes, fill me up again! Pump another load into your slut!”

Yōta buried himself as deep as possible and came with a low, satisfied groan, his thick cock pulsing hard inside her. He pumped another heavy load straight into her spasming cunt, flooding her completely. When he finally pulled out with a wet, messy sound, a thick flood of cum poured from her wrecked, gaping hole, running down her ass crack and pooling messily on the trolley surface beneath her.

Rias lay there panting heavily, her chest heaving, her heavy tits glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the dim storage room lights. She looked completely satisfied for the moment, body flushed and marked, but her eyes still held that hungry, defiant glint as she stared up at Yōta, clearly far from finished.

“Still hard?” Rias asked, her voice husky as she glanced down at Yōta’s cock. It was still mostly erect, thick and heavy, shiny with a messy mix of her juices and his previous loads. The fat vein along the underside pulsed visibly, the blunt head dark and slick.

“Get over here,” Yōta said, sitting down on the flat weight bench nearby. His muscular thighs spread wide, the powerful muscles flexing as he settled. His cock stood up thick and proud between them, pointing straight up, ready for more. “Ride me. Reverse. Let your servant watch my dick disappear into that greedy pussy of yours.”

Rias slid off the trolley on shaky legs. Thick globs of Yōta’s cum dripped steadily down her inner thighs as she walked over, leaving shiny trails on her pale skin. She turned her back to him and straddled his lap, facing Issei directly. Her plump ass hovered over his cock for a teasing moment, cheeks slightly spread, before she reached down between her legs, grabbed the thick base, and lined the fat head up with her dripping entrance.

She sank down slowly, taking him in inch by girthy inch. A long, filthy moan escaped her lips as her pussy stretched wide around his thickness again. “God, he’s so much thicker… fills every fucking inch. Stretching me so good.”

She bottomed out with a wet smack, her soft ass pressed flush against Yōta’s muscular thighs. The full weight of her body settled onto him, his heavy balls nestled against her. Then she started riding—slow at first, rolling her hips in deep circles, grinding down so she could feel every thick inch inside her. Gradually she picked up speed, bouncing properly on his cock. Her heavy tits swayed and bounced wildly with every movement, the soft, pale flesh jiggling and slapping together, her hard pink nipples cutting through the air.

The wet slapping of her ass meeting his thick thighs echoed loudly in the room, mixed with the constant, messy squelch of his cum-lubed cock sliding in and out of her overflowing pussy. The smell of sex hung thick in the air—salty cum, her sweet arousal, and sweat.

Issei had a perfect, unobstructed view from the corner. He could see everything in explicit detail: Yōta’s thick shaft stretching Rias’s puffy pussy lips wide on every downstroke, the pink folds gripping and sucking at the veiny length, the way her plump ass rippled and bounced with each impact, and the thin strings of cum that stretched between her hole and his cock every time she lifted up before slamming back down.

“Fuck, look at her go,” Yōta grunted, his big hands gripping Rias’s waist firmly, guiding her bouncing movements. One hand slid up to grab a wildly bouncing tit, squeezing and mauling the heavy mound possessively, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh. “Bounce on that dick, Rias. Show your pathetic servant how a real woman rides a proper cock.”

Rias moaned louder, leaning back against Yōta’s broad, muscular chest. Her crimson hair stuck to her sweaty forehead and neck. “You hear that, Issei? This is what I need. Not your fumbling little cock that goes soft halfway through like a useless virgin. Watch how he stretches me open. Watch how my greedy pussy creams all over his thick shaft.”

She rode harder, her ass slapping down loudly against his thighs with wet, rhythmic smacks. Her heavy tits bounced completely out of control now, jiggling wildly with every bounce. Yōta’s free hand reached around her body, his thick fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing it roughly, slick with their combined mess.

“Tell him,” Yōta said, his voice rough with exertion. “Tell him whose cock you really want fucking you.”

“Yours!” Rias cried out, her voice cracking with pleasure as she slammed down harder. “I want your thick cock, Yōta-sensei! Not Issei’s worthless little prick. He could never fuck me like this—never stretch me, never make me cum like this! His tiny dick is a fucking joke compared to you!”

Issei’s hand was a blur on his cock, stroking frantically. The cruel words stung deep, twisting in his gut like a knife, but they only made him stroke faster, shame and painful arousal twisting together until he could barely breathe.

Rias’s next orgasm built fast. Her bouncing became erratic, her thighs trembling violently as she lost rhythm. She slammed down hard one last time, taking him to the hilt, and came with a loud, shuddering scream, her head thrown back against Yōta’s shoulder. Her pussy pulsed and clenched greedily around his thick cock, milking him as fresh juices squirted around his shaft, soaking his balls and thighs.

Yōta groaned deeply, his hands gripping her hips tight enough to leave fresh marks on her pale skin. He thrust up into her through her climax, powerful hips bucking, driving his cock even deeper. Then he held her down firmly on his lap as he came again, flooding her already overflowing cunt with another thick, hot load. His cock pulsed hard inside her, pumping rope after rope until it started leaking out around the tight seal of her stretched lips.

When Rias finally lifted off his cock with a wet, messy sound, a huge gush of mixed cum poured out of her wrecked hole, splattering loudly onto the floor between Yōta’s feet in thick, white strands. She was breathing hard, legs shaking uncontrollably, but her eyes still burned with that hungry, unsatisfied glint as she looked down at his glistening cock.

Yōta stood up from the bench, lifting Rias effortlessly in his strong arms like she weighed nothing at all. His thick muscles flexed under the thin track jacket, veins standing out prominently on his thick forearms and across his broad shoulders. He carried her across the cramped storage room to the full-length mirrors that lined one entire wall—probably meant for students to check their form during training sessions.

“Legs around my waist,” he ordered, voice low and rough.

Rias wrapped her long legs tightly around his hips, her arms looping around his thick neck for support. Yōta pressed her back firmly against the cool glass, the sudden chill making her gasp. Her heavy tits flattened against the mirror, the soft, pale flesh squishing outward, nipples hard and pink against the reflective surface. The mirror showed everything in sharp, merciless detail: her flushed, pleasure-drunk face, her bouncing breasts, and the way his thick cock slid back into her dripping pussy as he lowered her slowly onto it.

“Open your eyes,” Yōta growled right next to her ear. “Look at yourself getting fucked like a dirty little slut in the school storage room while your pathetic servant jerks his tiny dick in the corner.”

He started thrusting—powerful, deep strokes that lifted Rias slightly off the ground with every upward slam. Her plump ass cheeks rippled and jiggled from the forceful impact, the soft flesh bouncing back against his hips. Her heavy tits squished harder against the glass, leaving sweaty smears that fogged the mirror slightly from their heavy, panting breaths. The wet slapping sounds were loud again, raw flesh meeting flesh echoing sharply off the walls, mixed with the constant messy squelch of his thick cock pounding into her cum-filled cunt.

Issei watched their reflections in a daze, his hand still working his sore, overstimulated cock. He could see every filthy detail in the mirror—the way Yōta’s girthy shaft disappeared completely into Rias on every thrust, stretching her puffy pink lips wide, the way those same lips gripped and clung to his veiny length when he pulled back, and how the cum from his previous loads was being fucked back deep inside her with every brutal stroke.

“Tell him again,” Yōta grunted, pounding harder, his powerful hips snapping upward with relentless force. “Tell your boy who owns this pussy now. Make sure he hears it loud and clear.”

“You do!” Rias moaned, her voice breaking with every deep thrust that jolted her body. “Yōta-sensei owns it! Your cock is so much better—bigger, thicker, harder. Issei could never make me feel like this. He’s just a pathetic cuck who gets rock-hard watching real men fuck me properly!”

Her words were filthy and cruel, each one dripping with contempt. Issei came for the third time with a weak, broken groan, thin spurts landing pathetically on the floor in front of him. His cock was starting to ache badly, red and sensitive, but it stayed stubbornly hard, betraying him completely.

Yōta fucked her relentlessly against the mirror, one big hand mauling her ass roughly, thick fingers digging deep into the soft, jiggling flesh. He spread her cheeks wide so he could drive even deeper, the new angle making Rias cry out louder. Her nails dug into his shoulders through his jacket as another orgasm tore through her—loud and shaking, her whole body convulsing as she screamed his name against the glass.

“Fuck—yes, Yōta! Own me—ruin me!”

Only then did Yōta pull out with a wet pop, his thick cock glistening and dripping. He spun her around quickly, pressing her heavy tits and flushed cheek back against the cool mirror. Rias’s breath fogged the glass as he stroked his massive cock twice with his big hand. He came hard across her back and ass, thick white ropes painting her pale skin in messy streaks. The hot cum splattered across her spine, dripping down between her plump ass cheeks and running over her already wrecked hole.

Rias panted heavily against the mirror, her body trembling, cum slowly sliding down her sweat-slick skin. The reflection showed her completely used—flushed face, marked tits, and cum-covered ass on full display.

Yōta stepped back, his breathing still steady and controlled, looking far from spent. His thick cock hung heavy between his muscular thighs, still half-hard and shiny. He glanced over at Issei slumped in the corner, cock limp and messy in his hand, face flushed with shame and exhaustion.

“Almost done with the lesson, kid. One more position. Then maybe you’ll finally understand why she came to me.”

Yōta didn’t give Rias much time to recover. He grabbed her by the waist with both big hands, turned her around, and walked her back toward the pile of stacked wrestling mats in the corner. The thick blue mats were layered high enough to make a decent makeshift bed, slightly springy under their combined weight. He laid her down on her back, her long crimson hair fanning out messily across the vinyl surface like a bright red halo.

Rias’s body was a complete mess now—sweat-slick skin glistening under the dim lights, her heavy tits red and marked from rough handling, faint handprints visible on the pale flesh. Her thighs were shiny and sticky with multiple loads of cum that kept leaking steadily from her swollen, puffy pussy. The air in the storage room had grown thick and heavy with the raw, overwhelming smell of sex: salty, thick cum mixed with her sweet, musky arousal and the faint underlying scent of sweat and rubber mats.

“Spread your legs wide,” Yōta said, his voice calm but commanding, leaving no room for hesitation. “Missionary. I want your pathetic little servant to see your face clearly when I breed you properly this time.”

Rias obeyed immediately, her knees falling open shamelessly, feet planted flat on the mats. Her pussy was puffy and thoroughly wrecked—pink lips parted and swollen, a steady trickle of thick white cum oozing out from her stretched hole, slowly dripping down toward her ass. She looked up at Yōta with heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted, breathing shallow and eager.

Issei sat slumped in the corner, chest heaving, his cock sore and twitching pathetically in his sticky hand. He’d lost count of how many times he’d cum already, his balls aching, but the sight of Rias lying there completely used and dripping with another man’s cum still made him harden again against his will, shame twisting hot in his gut.

Yōta stripped off his track jacket and shirt in one smooth motion, revealing his powerful endomorph build—thick, rounded chest, broad shoulders, heavy muscular arms, and a solid, powerful gut layered over dense muscle. He kicked his pants and boxers the rest of the way off, standing completely naked now. His cock hung heavy between his thick thighs, still hard and glistening with their combined mess, the fat vein along the underside pulsing visibly, the blunt head dark and slick.

He knelt between Rias’s spread thighs, the mats creaking slightly under his weight. His thick cock bobbed heavily as he moved. He rubbed the fat head up and down her sloppy, cum-leaking folds, deliberately smearing the warm mess over her swollen clit and making her whimper.

“Look at this ruined hole,” Yōta muttered, loud enough for Issei to hear every word. “Three loads deep already and the greedy cunt is still hungry for more. Your girlfriend’s pussy is a fucking cum dump now, Hyoudou. All sloppy and stretched out because you can’t satisfy her with that worthless little prick of yours.”

Rias moaned loudly at his filthy words, her hips rolling up toward him greedily, trying to get more friction. “Stop teasing me. Put it back in—fill me again.”

Yōta pushed in slowly this time, letting Issei watch every thick inch of his girthy cock stretch her open again. The wet squelch was loud and obscene as he sank deeper, her puffy lips parting wide around his thickness until he bottomed out completely, his heavy balls resting snugly against her ass. Rias’s back arched sharply off the mats, a deep, throaty groan escaping her parted lips.

“Fuck… so full,” she breathed, voice thick with pleasure. “You’re so much deeper than he could ever be.”

Yōta braced himself on his thick, muscular arms, veins standing out as he started moving—slow, deliberate, deep thrusts that made her heavy tits sway gently with each roll of his hips. The contrast from the earlier brutal pace made every sensation sharper and more intense. Flesh met flesh with soft, wet smacks. Rias’s heavy breasts rippled and bounced lightly with the rhythm, the soft pale flesh jiggling, her stiff dark pink nipples tracing small circles in the air.

Issei’s hand moved on autopilot again, stroking his aching, oversensitive cock in time with Yōta’s steady rhythm. The shame was overwhelming, burning through him, but the sight of his master getting fucked so thoroughly—spread out and moaning for another man—kept him painfully hard despite everything.

Yōta leaned down closer, his mouth near Rias’s ear, but he spoke loud enough for the corner, making sure Issei heard every degrading word. “Tell him how much better this feels. Tell your pathetic little cuck exactly why you needed a real man’s cock tonight.”

Rias’s hands gripped Yōta’s broad, sweaty back, her nails digging into the dense muscle. “Because you actually know how to fuck, Yōta-sensei. Issei just pokes around like a nervous virgin, fumbling and unsure. His tiny dick barely touches the sides—feels like nothing. Yours stretches me so good, hits every spot deep inside. I cum so much harder and longer with you.”

She moaned louder as Yōta gradually picked up the pace, still deep but thrusting harder now. The stacked mats creaked under them with every powerful stroke. Her heavy tits started bouncing more noticeably, the soft flesh slapping together lightly with each impact, nipples hard and flushed.

“Keep going,” Yōta grunted, one big hand sliding up to maul her left tit roughly. He squeezed the heavy mound with possessive force, thick fingers sinking deep into the soft, jiggling flesh, thumb flicking and pinching the stiff nipple hard. “Tell him what a disappointment he is while I’m balls-deep in his woman, breeding her right in front of him.”

Rias’s voice came out breathy and cruel, each word punctuated by a deep thrust. “You hear that, Issei? You’re a fucking disappointment. I have to sneak around and get railed by the gym teacher because you can’t make me cum no matter how hard you try. Look at me—spread out like a whore on these mats, taking load after thick load from a real man. This is what I need. Not your quick, sad little spurts that leave me frustrated and empty every single time.”

Her words hit Issei like repeated punches to the gut, each one stinging deeper than the last. But his hand only sped up, stroking his sore cock faster, pre-cum leaking steadily from the tip and making his strokes slick and noisy in the quiet room.

Yōta shifted his angle slightly, grinding deep on every thrust so his pubic bone rubbed firmly against Rias’s swollen clit. Her moans climbed higher, turning into sharp, desperate gasps. Her fifth orgasm built fast. Her thighs started trembling hard, pussy clenching rhythmically around his thick cock like a vice.

“Gonna cum—fuck, I’m cumming again!” she cried out, voice breaking.

Her back bowed sharply off the mats, heavy tits thrusting upward. A loud, shuddering moan tore from her throat as her pussy spasmed hard around him, fresh hot juices mixing with the cum already flooding her. Yōta fucked her straight through it without slowing, the wet, filthy sounds growing even messier as her squirt mixed with his loads.

He didn’t stop. His hips kept rolling with steady, powerful force. Rias barely had time to catch her breath before the next wave crashed over her even harder. Her sixth orgasm hit violently—legs kicking out uncontrollably, tits bouncing wildly, a broken scream escaping her as she squirted hard around his cock, soaking his heavy balls and the mats beneath them in a hot, messy gush.

“Shit—look at her squirt,” Yōta laughed low, still thrusting deep and steady. “Your girl just pissed herself from how good I’m fucking her. That ever happen with you, Hyoudou? No? Didn’t think so. She’s never squirted like that for your pathetic little dick, has she?”

Issei came again with a weak, broken groan, thin spurts landing messily on his thigh. His cock was red, sore, and throbbing, but it refused to go fully soft, still twitching traitorously in his grip.

Yōta grabbed Rias’s hips firmly, lifting them slightly off the mats so he could drive even deeper. The new angle made her cry out sharply with every powerful thrust, the thick head of his cock grinding against that sensitive spot inside her. Her heavy tits swayed and jiggled wildly, the soft pale flesh rippling from the force of his hips slamming into her.

“Another one,” he growled, voice low and demanding. “Cum on my cock again. Show your pathetic servant how many times a real man can make you lose it completely.”

Rias’s eyes rolled back, her crimson hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. Her seventh orgasm ripped through her, louder and longer than the last. She screamed Yōta’s name, her voice cracking as her pussy fluttered and milked his thick cock desperately. Her whole body shook violently, sweat rolling down in shiny trails between her bouncing breasts, dripping onto the mats below.

Yōta’s breathing finally grew harsher, his powerful chest rising and falling as his thick muscles flexed with effort. He pounded her harder, the wet slapping of flesh on flesh echoing loudly off the walls of the small room. The smell of sex was overwhelming now—thick, heady, and impossible to ignore: heavy cum, her sweet arousal, and raw sweat filling every breath.

“Gonna fill you one last time,” he grunted, hips snapping forward relentlessly. “Breed this used-up cunt while your worthless cuck watches from the corner like the loser he is.”

Rias nodded frantically, still riding the intense aftershocks of her previous orgasm. “Yes—cum inside me! Pump me full! Let Issei see how much better your thick loads are than his pathetic little drips! Flood my pussy so he knows he’ll never measure up!”

Yōta buried himself to the hilt with one final, brutal thrust and came with a deep, guttural groan. His thick cock pulsed hard inside her, flooding her already overflowing pussy with yet another heavy load. Hot spurts painted her inner walls as Rias moaned softly, the sensation triggering one final, smaller orgasm that made her walls flutter weakly around him, milking out every last drop.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, both breathing hard. Yōta’s heavy, muscular body pressed down on her, his cock still twitching inside her completely cum-soaked hole. The wet heat of their mixed fluids leaked slowly around the tight seal where they were joined.

When he finally pulled out with a loud, messy pop, a massive gush of thick white cum poured from Rias’s wrecked pussy. It ran in heavy streams down her ass crack and pooled messily on the blue mats beneath her, the sight obscene and undeniable.

The entire storage room now smelled like pure sex—thick, musky, and filthy.

Yōta stood up slowly, his powerful endomorph frame glistening with sweat under the dim lights. His thick chest and arms flexed as he moved, veins still standing out on his forearms. He looked over at Issei, who was slumped against the wall, completely broken. The boy’s cock hung limp and covered in his own mess, eyes glassy and unfocused from exhaustion and humiliation.

“Lesson’s over, kid,” Yōta said, his voice steady and calm as he pulled his pants back on, tucking his still-heavy cock away. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before fumbling around with a woman like her. Some girls need a real man, not a boy who can’t even last.”

He didn’t wait for a response. He grabbed his jacket from the floor, unlocked the door with a casual flick, and walked out without another word, leaving the storage room reeking of cum, sweat, and sex.

Rias lay on the mats for a few more seconds, catching her breath. Thick cum continued to leak steadily from her swollen, puffy pussy, running in slow trails down her thighs. Her heavy tits rose and fell with each deep inhale, the pale skin flushed pink and marked with faint red handprints from where Yōta had mauled them.

She finally sat up, wincing slightly at the deep soreness between her legs and the sticky mess coating her inner thighs. She looked over at Issei with a cold, satisfied expression, her crimson eyes sharp despite the exhaustion in her body.

“Now you know,” she said, her voice quiet but sharp as a blade. “This is what happens when you disappoint me. Next time you want to touch me, remember how a real man fucks. Remember how many times I came screaming for him while you just sat there in the corner jerking your sad little cock like a desperate loser.”

Issei couldn’t even speak. He just nodded weakly, shame and exhaustion written all over his flushed face, his eyes unable to meet hers.

Rias stood up on shaky legs, more cum running down her thighs in fresh streaks. She gathered her scattered clothes from the floor without bothering to clean up the mess between her legs, the sticky fluid still dripping as she pulled her skirt back on.

“Clean this place up before you leave,” she told him dismissively, not even looking at him as she buttoned her shirt. “And don’t ever make me do this again.”

She walked out of the storage room, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving Issei completely alone in the cum-scented space. He sat there broken, still half-hard despite everything, the overwhelming smell of sex clinging to him like proof of his failure.