Sugar Rush Heat - The Nerd (Patreon)

I knew staying up late studying was a bad idea; the test wasn't even that difficult, and now I'm all sleepy. To top it all, this class is boring as hell. I thought college was supposed to be a challenge for a country girl like me; I guess the standards are lower for city folks.

But my mom says the lord wanted me to go to a prestigious college, or else he wouldn't have gotten me a scholarship, so here I am, bored out of my mind and about to fall asleep.

At least I know who I can turn to. "Hey, Mad? Do you have any sweets I could steal?"

"Sure, Hanna, sweep my bag." That's Madison for you, flirting with the hot teacher while the rest of us try our hardest.

But I know I can count on her; she always has an assortment of candies in her bag, perfect for boring classes.

Ok, there are lollies. God, no, no one will catch me sucking something in public, ever. Gum? I'm not a hooker, thanks.

'Sugar Rush Heat' Sounds like spicy candy. I'm in! It's funny how the package only has like five gummy bears; I guess it'll do for now.

Darn it, they aren't even spicy at all. At least the sugar rush part seems to be real; I already feel more energy and awake.

The teacher really is hot; I had never noticed how much his arms stretch his shirt or how his skinny jeans frame nicely his…

What the heck is wrong with you, Hanna! Focus on the lesson. Stop thinking about Mr. Roberts' firm butt and how his bulge looks inviting.

I'm sweating all over; I feel almost feverish, but not in an ill kind of way. I can feel my clothes starting to stick to my skin from the sweat. I turn to see Madison, but she looks as fresh as ever.

"Hey Mad, is it getting hotter here? I think I might have a fever or something."

"I don't think so, maybe you're just horny." Haha, very funny.

Although… no, it can't be. I've been with a couple of guys, and I know what being horny feels like. No, I'm probably coming down with something. That must be it; the hairs in my arms are standing up and my nipples are hard. I'm definitely getting sick.

The heat is starting to be too much; I need to remove my sweater, but I don't want to do it in front of everyone. And a splash of water would come in handy.

"Hey, uhm, Mister Roberts? Can I be excused? I… need to use the…" Fuck, I'm so embarrassed.

"Go on to the restroom, Miss Dawson; don't take too long, though." Oh! His voice saying my name sounded so nice.

I really need that splash of water. I guess I can take my sweater off in the hallway; it's mostly deserted.

I'll go to the farthest restroom; it's usually empty.

Oh, yeah, the cold water in my face feels nice.

Darn it, it splashed my blouse too… I need to dry it. I guess I can use the hand dryer.

No, the angle is too awkward. Maybe…

No, I can't take my blouse off here. I guess I could wear the sweater on top, but I would die of a heat stroke. No, this is not drying, and now it's see-through; I can see my bra.

Ok, I'll peek outside; if there's no one around, I might have enough time to take my blouse off, dry it, and put it back on before anyone comes.

Oh, the hallway air feels nice on my skin. No one is coming. It's safe to do it; maybe I should start unbuttoning it as I keep peeking.

The cool air on my body is lovely. Maybe that's what I need.

NO! I can't go out like that. What is wrong with me?

Ok, let's dry this thing. Oh, I really have nice breasts; no wonder my boyfriends have always been all over them.

'Thump, sliiiide.' Darn it, the door is opening; I'll have to hide in a stall.

The heat is not going anywhere; it's only getting worse. Maybe if I let my body cool down a bit. I mean, after all, I'm in a toilet; it's normal to drop my pants. Nothing weird going on here.

Oh, yeah, that feels nice. The cool air is doing wonders on my legs.

Ouch, my nipples are way too hard; my bra is starting to hurt. Maybe if I…

NO! I won't get naked in a stall with girls gossiping and giggling outside; it's bad enough that my blouse is off.

But I could pull on my bra so it wouldn't graze against my nipples. YES! That's nice. Oh, the cool breeze touching my breasts feels so good.

Is it weird that my pants are down but my panties are not? If someone peeks under the door, it would be obvious. Better drop them too.

Oh, no, there's a large damp spot on them, maybe a discharge?

"Mmmmm." Oh no! Did I just moan out loud?

Ok, I'm wet.

No, not wet; I'm dripping. And touching my vagina felt so good I actually moaned.

Fuck, Mad was right; I'm horny, super horny, I'm ravenous for sex, and my fingers felt so nice in my pussy.

Just holding my hand over my vagina feels good; I feel relief.

I need to take off my bra too; my nipples are killing me.

This is not me; a horny spirit has possessed me and is forcing me to do these obscene things, and I'm letting it.

Mmm, God, yes, I'm letting it.

My fingers betray me too and start moving up and down on my pussy. I want to fight it, but it's too much for me; I need this.

I rarely masturbate; this is too weird. My vagina asks to be penetrated; my fingers obey.

"Oh, GOD, yes!" Fuck that was too loud, but it felt so good having one finger in me.

I can't help it; my finger slides in and out of my pussy as if it were someone else's hand. That someone else is masturbating me; I can see its hand moving in my pussy, its finger disappearing inside me over and over again.

"Mmmm, yes, more, please," I say to the imaginary person that is giving me pleasure in a bathroom stall.

My hand starts moving faster; I'm nearing an orgasm. Then I feel it, a hand grabbing my left tit.

It's my own hand; I'm pinching my nipple. "Fuck yes!" Again, too loud.

Oh, god, my hand moves faster and faster; I've lost all control; I think I'm going to…

"Yeeeeees, YEEEEEES!"

Oh my god, did I just masturbate into a strong orgasm in a public toilet like a whore?

I fucking did, and I want more. My fingers are not enough, but they'll have to do.

I slide two fingers in me; they go in easily. I'm still soaking wet. I waste no time and masturbate again.

My fingers move way too fast; I want another orgasm. I need it.

'Ding ding!'

It's a message; it can wait. My fingers are pounding my pussy. I feel my hand hit my clit as I fuck myself.

I need more; I move my other hand and rub my clit as my fingers fuck me hard.

'Ding ding! Ding ding!'

Fuck, more messages, not now.

"Mmm, yes." It's starting to feel too good.

'Ding-Chime-Chime! Ding-Chime-Chime!' Fuck, it's a call. Who?

It's Madison; don't pick up.

"Hello?" Fuck.

"Hanna! Where are you? Are you ok? You ate the wrong candy!"

"What? Mmmmm, bathroom, end of the hall," is all I can reply, and I hang up. My hand never stopped moving; I moaned into Madison's ear. I'm sick.

I keep masturbating; I'm getting close; I can feel it.

"Thump, sliiiide." "Hannah??" Are you here?!" Fuck!

Maybe if I don't answer, she will go away; I'm so close. I hope she doesn't hear the wet noises coming from my pussy.

"I fucking knew it!" she shouts from above. She climbed onto the toilet in the stall next to mine and caught me almost cumming. Almost, no, no, my legs start shaking and my mind goes blank; I can't stop, I have to… 

"Oh, fuck, fuck fuuuuuuuck!!!" I fucking came in front of my friend, FUCK!!!

"Open the stall, quick!" I do as she says, and she enters. She finds a mess of me; I'm naked with my pants and panties around my ankles, and I'm sitting defeated at the toilet.

The worst part? I'm still horny. I want to go back to fingering, but somehow I know it won't be enough.

"Damn it, I'm sorry, Hanna; I should've told you not to eat those gummies."

"What, how?" I can't think straight. All I know is I'm naked and horny and I want another orgasm.

My hands move on their own again, and I suddenly feel a sharp pain that makes me grunt. I'm pinching my nipples and I love it.

"Look, the gummies are a love supplement; they, uhm, make you horny. I use them to have intense sex, but I usually have just one. How many did you have?"

"Five" is all I can say. She keeps eye contact, and I do too, but my hands keep wandering my body. Soon my middle finger is flicking my clit.

"Oh, fuck. Help me, Mad, this is too much, I need… I need…" I say. Even as horny as I am, I can't say it.

"You need a cock in you. Wait here, don't go anywhere," and she's gone.

I can't wait any longer; three fingers go in me. I've never done it. Not like this. Not in a place like this. Not three fingers. They go right in and I moan.

I start fucking myself; I don't even hear the door to the restroom opening again. I'm too focused on my next orgasm.

"Hannah, open the stall."

I don't reply; I don't do anything more than stuff my vagina with my fingers. It still isn't enough.

My stall door opens, and Mr. Roberts stands in front of me confused. Mad pushes him in, and I start undoing his pants. I don't care about anything; I just want to use his cock.

Suddenly he stops me. "Not here; let's go elsewhere."

I still try to unzip him. But he takes a step back.

An involuntary huff leaves my mouth, but suddenly Madison is helping me get dressed. She just goes for the obvious, my pants and my shirt. She grabs my underwear and pushes me out with Mr. Roberts.

We all walk together; my nipples stand and my blouse is still damp. I'm sure I'm showing. I get more than a few glances at my chest and some giggles. I don't care.

We get to the gym, and then Mr. Roberts takes us to the boys' dressing rooms. It smells like sweat and feet. It makes my head spin and my pussy tingle.

I waste no time; as soon as Mad closes the door, I strip naked and approach Mr. Roberts. I can tell he's hard under his pants, and I rub his cock.

He tries saying something, but I kiss him. My tongue goes into his mouth, and he licks it and plays with his tongue in my mouth too.

As we kiss, I undo his pants, and they drop to the floor. I grab the elastic band on his underwear and start pulling it down as I kneel in front of his stiff mast.

He has a nice-looking cock, pink, with thick veins and a wide head. He's not too thick, but his length is better than any I've ever had. My mouth waters and my pussy too.

I press my lips against his cock and push his head inside my mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" He says when he feels my warm and moist mouth enveloping his cock.

"Should I go? I mean, I don't know why I am here," Mad asks. I ignore her; Mr. Roberts does too.

I pull his penis out of my mouth, and I jerk it as I say, "You have a great cock, Mr. Roberts. Have you ever fucked a student?" But I don't wait for a reply. I go right back to sucking him.

His head touches the back of my throat and makes me gag. I had never given a blowjob like this. But he seems to be enjoying it.

As my head bobs on his crotch, I feel his hands holding my hair and pulling it lightly. Then he pushes my head towards him. Making me gag harder. I actually have to back off and take a breath.

That's when I notice Mad; she's staring at us with her mouth agape, not believing what she's seeing. She's still standing by the door. Holding my sweater and underwear tightly.

"Do you have a condom?" I ask her. She's still frozen, as if she were in shock.

"Mad?" I say as I walk up to her. She blinks a few times, but still, no response.

I reach her and give her a light tap on the cheek. "Are you here?" I ask and she snaps out of whatever she had.

"Damn, you're really going to fuck him?" She asks while watching our teacher.

I turn to see him, and he's jerking slowly as she looks at us.

"Are you joining?" He asks Mad.

She just shakes her head.

"I could, if you have a condom I could borrow," I reply.

"Sure," she replies and drops my clothes to the floor, leaving her hands free to search her purse. "Here," she says, handing me a silver wrapper.

"Should I go? I feel like I should go," she says, obviously nervous.

"I don't care either way," I reply as I turn around and walk towards Mr. Roberts.

I tear the condom wrapper, and just then I hear the gym door open and close. I turn to see in panic but notice it was just Mar leaving.

My hand reaches out to my lover's cock and squeezes it; he grunts in pain, and I kiss him again as I jerk lightly his hard member.

"Now you're going to fuck me, ok?" I say. He's speechless as I slide the condom into his shaft.

Then I get on the bench and go down to all fours; he stands behind me, and I feel his cock thrust in me.

"OH FUCK!!!" I shout, surprised at the strength he used to push himself in me.

I hear the door slide open again, and I turn to see who it is.

Again it's Mad; she looks concerned.

"I'm fine, I just got a big cock rammed into my pussy," I say. She's in shock watching the scene as Mr. Roberts starts sliding his cock in and out of my pussy slowly.

"Decide, in or out, but close that door," I say between moans.

I see her leave, and in that moment my teacher unleashes on me. He starts fucking me hard, pushing his cock stronger and faster each time.

He slaps my ass a couple of times, and I moan every time. I try containing my love sounds, but I'm just too horny, and his cock is the best I've ever had.

I feel him sliding in and out of me, stretching my vagina. My hand goes to my clitoris; it's firm, and I rub it. I grunt as Mr. Roberts pounds me hard.

I can't take it anymore; I let go and moan harder than before, "OH FUCK YES!! FUCK ME, MR. ROBERTS, DESTROY MY PUSSY!!!"

The words just escaped my mouth; I don't even know where they came from; it just felt right.

I feel my breathing stopping and my belly tensing and relaxing several times. Then I hear him grunt. He doesn't stop fucking me; he's doing it faster, and then he freezes, and I feel his warm seed fill my womb.

"Oh, god, Hanna, your pussy is amazing!" He says as he pulls out his cock and peels the condom off.

I flip over, lying on my back on the bench, and I use my legs to pull him closer. "Then why don't you eat it?"

He gives me a naughty smile and dives right into my crotch. He licks and kisses my clit as one of his fingers explores inside my vagina.

My legs press his head as he eats me, and I'm moaning uncontrollably.

'Thump, sliiiide.' The door opens, and I turn to see who it is.

Mad is leaning against the closed door, watching Mr. Roberts eat my pussy. Just then I feel a new orgasm building.

"Yes, Professor, eat my pussy, make me cum again, eat me, Mr. Roberts," I say, with my gaze fixed on Madison.

I feel my legs shake, and I press his head harder. I grab on to the bench as my whole body does something I can only describe as a seizure. I feel as if every muscle in my body is spasming at the same time. 

"FUUUUUUUCK!!!" I say, and then my whole body goes limp, and I drift off for a few seconds.

When I regain consciousness, Mad is hovering over me with my clothes in hand. Mr. Roberts is getting dressed in a rush, and Mad asks me, "Are you done?"

"I don't know. How long does the effect last?" I reply as I grab my panties from the bunch of clothes.

"Sometimes enough for a good fucking, sometimes a couple of hours; it depends how much you needed it," she replies.

"I think I'm done, and so is our teacher," I say as Mr. Roberts walks towards the door.

"You should really get out of here before someone catches you. Thanks for this; it was fun," he says and walks out the dressing room.

I finish getting dressed, and we walk out as if nothing happened.

As we go back to a more crowded area of the school, it hits me: the heat, the sweats, the tingling.

I'm horny again.