Unlearned Lesson

Hello, hello. I'm going back to Futa on male with this one, though this one is a bit special because I have received help from anitragrieg.

Big thanks to them!

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The late afternoon sun spills through the wide windows of the coffee shop, casting a warm, golden glow over the bustling little joint in Kyle Walsh's old hometown. The air's thick with the rich, roasted scent of coffee beans, mingling with the low hum of chatter and the clink of ceramic mugs. It's a place Kyle knows too damn well, used to haunt it as a scrawny high school kid, sipping cheap lattes while pretending he wasn't eye-fucking his English teacher across the room. Now, four years later, he's back, and the nostalgia hits him like a sucker punch to the gut as he steps inside with his girlfriend, Patricia, clinging to his arm like she owns him.

Kyle's decked out in a tight black t-shirt that hugs his slim, athletic 5'10" frame, paired with jeans that grip his perky little ass just right. He's fidgeting, tugging at the hem of his shirt like it's choking him, his teal eyes darting around the room. Pat, though, she's all polish and poise. A 5'8" of blonde bombshell in a sleek white blouse and a skirt so tight it might as well be painted on. Her grey eyes glint with that wooly-headed arrogance she wears like a crown, her posture screaming she's got this shit under control. They slide side by side into a small table near the window. Kyle's knee bouncing under the table as he tries to act nonchalant.

Then the door swings open, and in comes Abigail Oaks, Ms. Oaks, Abi, a teacher for Advanced Placement English Literature. She's 6'2" of pure, curvy buxom sin, olive-tanned complexion draped in a red dress that clings to her like a second skin. Those G-cup tits strain against the fabric, her wide hips swaying with every step, and her light chestnut waves bounce just enough to catch the light. Her bright green eyes lock onto Kyle from across the room. The initial raising of eyebrows in surprise is quickly replaced by a predatory smirk spreading across her lips like she's already got him. Her heels click against the floor, sharp and commanding, and Kyle's heart slams into his ribcage like it's trying to break free.

Back in the day, this place was his escape, somewhere to hide from the way Abi's voice would purr over Shakespeare, her sharp gaze slicing through him like she knew every filthy thought in his head. She'd been his fantasy, his dirty little secret, all authority and control wrapped in a body that could crush him. That summer after graduation, when he was 18 and dumb as shit, she'd taken him apart, fucked him raw with that monstrous 15-inch cock of hers, turned his nights into a blur of sweat and cum and shame he swore he'd bury forever. He'd left for college, met Pat, told himself he was straight now, normal, done with that girlcock-fueled madness. But the second he sees her, that lie crumbles like wet paper.

"Kyle Walsh." Abi calls out, her voice a sultry, teasing lilt that cuts through the café noise like a knife. She's halfway across the room, but it feels like she's already got her hands on him. "Well, well. I hardly recognized you. All grown up now..."

Kyle freezes in his seat as he looks up at the towering form of his ex-teacher, his dark brown wavy hair falling into his eyes as his pulse kicks into overdrive.

"Miss Oaks... Abi. Wow, it's been a while." He manages, forcing a chuckle that sounds more like a choke. His throat's dry as fuck, his voice wobbling like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Pat's grip on his arm tightens, her nails digging into his skin as she yanks him closer, her grey eyes narrowing at the amazon towering over them.

"You two know each other?" Pat snaps, her tone smooth but edged with steel as she sizes Abi up, her blonde head tilting like she's ready to throw down.

Abi doesn't even glance at her, and just keeps those green eyes pinned on Kyle.

"Know each other? Oh, sweetheart, Kyle used to hang around after class more than any of my other students. Always so eager to learn. So eager to please."

Kyle shifts in his seat, his jeans suddenly way too tight as heat creeps up his neck.

"I... just liked AP English literature." He mumbles, but it's bullshit, and they both know it. His 6-inch dick's already twitching, half-hard against his thigh, and he prays Pat doesn't notice the way he's squirming.

Abi leans forward just enough to make her G-cups strain that dress even more, her deep cleaved goodness staring in Kyle's face.

"Mmm. Is that what you told yourself?" Her voice low and dirty, just for his ears.

Pat stiffens beside him, her free hand sliding possessively across his chest, fingers splaying like she's marking her territory.

Abi just smirks wider, unbothered.

"Oh, but you seem to have found quite the girlfriend." Abi purrs, her eyes flicking between them before settling back on Kyle. Her voice dips again, intimate and loaded. "Though I bet some things haven't changed."

"What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" Pat snaps, her hand tightening on Kyle's wrist till it hurts. She's glaring at Abi now, but the woman doesn't even flinch, just keeps that shit-eating grin plastered on her face.

"Relax, darling." Abi says, finally sparing Pat a glance, though it's more dismissive than anything. "Just reminiscing with an old... student."

She straightens up, towering over them both, her red dress hugging every curve of that thick, lewd body. "Kyle was always such a good boy. Weren't you, Kyle?"

His face burns red, shame and arousal twisting together in his gut. "I... uh..." He can't even finish the sentence, his mind stuck on the image of Abi's 15-inch bitch tamer slamming into him, her G-cup tits bouncing as she fucked him stupid. He's sweating now, his perky ass clenching in his jeans like it remembers the stretch, the burn, the way she'd owned him.

Pat's not having it. She pulls him closer, her nails digging into his chest through his shirt. "Well, whatever little games you played back then? It's over." she says, voice low and possessive, like she's daring Abi to try something.

Abi chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that makes Kyle's dick twitch harder. "Over, huh?" She tilts her head, eyeing Kyle like he's a gourmet dish she's about to devour. "Funny, he doesn't look so sure about that." Her gaze drops to his lap, and yup, she can tell he's rock-hard, his 6-inch prick straining against the denim like it's begging for her.

"Pat, it's fine." Kyle mutters, his voice shaky as he tries to de-escalate, but it's a lie. Nothing's fine. His heart's pounding, his balls aching. He's torn, caught between the past, where Abi ruled his filthy fantasies, and the present, where Pat's supposed to be his future. But that old pull is clawing at him, and he can't shake it.

Abi steps closer, her heels clicking like a fucking war drum, and leans down just enough that her perfume, a mix of spice and sex, hits him hard.

"Tell you what, Kyle," she murmurs inanimately, making it feel like a dirty secret.

"We should catch up. Properly. You know where to find me."

She winks, slow and deliberate, then turns on her heel and saunters off, her thick ass swaying like a goddamn invitation.

Pat's fuming beside him, her grip on his arm bruising now.

"What the fuck was that?" She hisses, her eyes blazing. "Who is that bitch?"

"Just... an old teacher," Kyle lies, his voice cracking as he watches Abi disappear out of the coffee shop.

~A few days later, at a bookstore.~

The bookstore is tucked away from the city's bustle, a quiet little hole where the dim lighting throws soft shadows over stacks of dusty shelves. Shy and introverted, this was one of Kyle's places of refuge and for the last few day's he's been trying to hide from Abi while also blowing off Pat's intrusive curiosity into his past, thankfully, Pat and books don't match together so the old store was a safe heaven for him.

He sits hunched over a row of beat-up novels, his hoodie and jeans clinging to his slim frame, trying to think of ways to convince Pat to go back to their college town, away from Abi and his past.

His solitude is short lived as Ms. Oaks strides into view. She makes every man in the place drool in that tight purple dress, every curve of her 6'2" voluptuous body on display, breasts straining the fabric, wide hips swaying like a promise of ruin. As she approaches, her perfume hits him once more, spicy, warm, and laced with sex. Kyle stiffens like a deer caught in headlights. Abi just smirks, leaning against the shelf like she owns the place, her presence suffocating him in all the right ways.

"So, is she always that possessive?" Abi purrs, her voice soft and teasing as she drags a finger down a book spine, never breaking eye contact. Her lips curl, daring him to squirm.

Kyle forces a laugh, but it's clear it's forced. "Pat? She's just protective." His voice wavers. He hates how weak it sounds, how his hands are already shaking.

Abi tilts her head, that wicked smile deepening. "Protective? Or threatened?" She's watching him like she's peeling back every lie he's ever told himself.

He shakes his head, eyes darting away. "You're imagining things." But his heartbeat is hammering, and he knows she can smell the bullshit.

She steps closer, her heat pressing in, voice dropping low and lewd. "Am I? Then why are you shaking?" Her fingertip grazes his arm, sending a jolt straight to his balls, and Kyle's breath hitches like a bitch caught mid-moan. Her closeness is a real chokehold, making his skin prickle, and his dick twitch in his pants as she leans in, lips brushing his ear. "You don't have to say it. I already know." she whispers with her smirk.

"K-know what?"He croaks, swallowing hard, throat dry as hell.

"That you still want me." Abi says, pulling him closer, her lips ghosting his. And then she's on him. Soft at first, teasing, before it turns hungry, demanding, her tongue shoving into his mouth like she's claiming it.

Kyle's fucked. Her fingers slide up his neck, tangling in his hair, yanking him in as he melts against her curvy frame. One hand slips down his back, cupping his perky ass and squeezing hard, possessively. Her scent fogs his brain, and a muffled moan slips out before he can stop it. His cock's rock hard now, throbbing against his zipper as memories crash over him like a goddamn tidal wave.

He's back there, 18 and horny, pinned under Abi's bigger frame, her 15-inch fuckmeat stretching his tight shitter wide. Those massive breasts swaying above him, her fat nipples in his mouth as she growled. "Suck 'em, slut!" And fucked him senseless. Nights of raw, primal pounding, her balls slapping his ass, her thick load bloating his guts till he was leaking her spunk. She flipped him over, spanked his cheeks red, and rammed that monster cock in doggy-style, whispering filthy shit. "You're my little cumrag, Kyle, beg for it!" Till he screamed her name and came. The taste of her jizz on his lips, salty and creamy, her moans echoing in his ears, it's all slamming back. All this just from a kiss.

He pulls back, panting, lips slick with her spit. "I... I can't." He gasps, voice shaky.

Abi just smirks, brushing her thumb over his lower lip. "Oh, sweetheart. You already did." she says, her tone dripping with smug victory. She's got him, and they both know it.

Kyle stares at her, heart pounding in his ears, will cracking like cheap glass under those green eyes. She leans in again, lips a breath from his ear, voice low and commanding. "Tomorrow, 3 p.m, my place."

Kyle gathers the remnants of his resolve and gulps before opening his mouth. "N-no! I..I won't! I am with Pat, I l-love her!"

The mature woman smiles disdainfully. "Love her? Cute. Will your love last a second if your prissy little girlfriend finds out how you used to swallow my cock every day? How you used to do drink my cum like wine? How you used to have to skip days of school because your balls hurt with how much you came taking my cock? Up to you, slut."

His whole body's trembling, shame and need twisting his gut. He lowers his head in defeat. "O...Okay..." He whispers, barely audible.

Abi pats his cheek, condescendingly. "Good boy. And don't be late." She steps back, leaving him a shaking mess, her scent still clinging to him like a brand.

He stands there, chest heaving, only lifting his head to gaze at her bountiful ass swaying in her dress as she leaves.

~The next day, at Abi's place.~

Kyle steps into Abigail's living room, the late-afternoon sun snuffed out by thick, heavy curtains, leaving the place steeped in a dim, suffocating glow. The dark wood furniture looms, that plush red couch squatting in the center like it's waiting to swallow him whole. The air's reeks of Abi's musky arousal, her olive-tan skin already shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat that makes his stomach churn with dread and want. He's wearing his grey hoodie and tight jeans, fingers trembling like a junkie as he clutches an untouched drink, pacing near the window like a bitch on the edge. His teal eyes dart around, heart slamming against his ribs. Pat's face flickers in his head, her sharp voice, her possessive grip, but he's doing this for her, right? Its all so she doesn't suffer from his past mistakes.

Abi's sprawled on the couch, a sheer black robe hanging loose and untied, her 15-inch futa cock half-hard and swaying between those thick, meaty thighs like a goddamn battering ram. Her softball-sized balls hang low, heavy with cum, radiating dominance that screams she's about to own him. She smirks, green eyes glinting with dark amusement as she watches him squirm.

"You can keep pretending to think this over... but we both know why you're here!."

Kyle exhales sharp, voice cracking like glass.

"This is... this is insane. This isn't right, Abi. I have Pat... I..." He's grasping at straws, words tumbling out in a pathetic stutter, but she cuts him off, rising slow and predatory, her lips curling into a grin that says she's gonna chew him up and spit him out.

"Mmm. Maybe. But does that really matter?" She's inches away now, her heat slamming into him, gaze darkening as she towers over his shaky 5'10" frame.

"Tell me, Kyle... what are you afraid of?" His jaw clenches tight, lips trembling, body quaking as shame and hunger slug it out in his gut. She slides her hands up his arms, caressing the tense muscles under his skin, purring low and dirty. "You're shaking again, you little bitch." She purrs softly. Then she snaps like a fucking trap. Yanking his hoodie off, tossing it aside like garbage, she shoves him hard against the wall. Her massive tits mash into his back, heavy and hot, her fat fuckmeat grinding against his ass through his jeans, pressing into his crack. "You want this. You've always wanted this, you cock-hungry fag." she growls in his ear, voice oozing with command and mocking amusement.

She spins him around fast, ripping his jeans down to his ankles, and lets out a dark, sensual laugh at the skimpy purple lingerie clinging to his slim frame. The thong's obscene, barely holding his leaking 6-inch prick, the fabric stretched tight and soaked with pre, and the bra's a sad little joke on his flat chest. She lands a hard sideways slap on his ass, the crack echoing through the room like a gunshot. "Look at this. You actually remembered, huh?"

Kyle gasps loud, body shuddering as shame floods him, his cock drooling more pre into the thong, the wet spot spreading. He opens his mouth to protest, to beg, but Abi shoves him to his knees, her thick cock slapping his cheek with a wet smack, smearing pre across his face as she grinds it over him. "Open wide, Kyle." She taunts, voice dripping with dominance as she forces his jaw apart.

"Come on slut, don't play hard to get." He gags hard as her fat cockhead pushes past his lips, stretching his mouth wide, a muffled moan slipping out as he grips her thighs to keep from falling.

"No... I... I can't... It's too big." He mumbles pulling off her dick, voice shaking like a leaf, but Abi threads her hands into his dark, wavy hair, shoving his mouth back on her hog, going in deep till his throat's bulging.

"Too big? Bitch please, that throat of yours is a bottomless pit." She snarls, her behemoth slamming down his gullet. "Yeah, choke on it, you cock starving slut. You've been craving this fat fuckmeat since you walked through that door."

His eyes water, tears streaking as she fucks his face, her cum-tanks slapping his chin with every brutal thrust. He's trembling, gagging, but his prick's throbbing harder, soaking the thong with his slutty juice, the fabric clinging to his twitching shaft.

Abi pulls him off her cock with a wet, sloppy pop, dragging him to the bed like a ragdoll. She shrugs off her robe, climbing in naked, reclining against the pillows like an absolute empress. Her fat horsepipe fully erect now, 15 inches of pulsing girlmeat standing tall, a glistening glob of pre-cum dripping from the tip like a fucking tease. She yanks Kyle into a 69, his face shoved between her gorgeous thighs, drowning in her musk as she mashes his face into her dick and heavy balls, smothering him in their sweaty heat. His smooth, round ass perks up in front of her, thong stretched tight across his cheeks, his cock drooling steady trickles that drench the purple fabric, leaving it dark and sticky.

"Mmm, look at this tight little pussy." Abi whispers, voice low and dangerous as she parts his cheeks past the thong. Her fingers slide into the crevice, slowly teasing his twitching pucker

"Let's see if much this fag hole remembers its owner." She leans in, tongue swirling over his rosebud, slow and sloppy, licking long stripes to slick him up. She laps at his hole till it's dripping with her spit, the wet sound filling the room. Kyle moans into her cock, face pressed into her nutsack, her musk choking him as she slides one finger into his ass, slow and deep, curling it inside.

"Ohhh fuck, Abi...!" He whines, voice hoarse and shaky, his ass clenching tight around her digit. She pumps it slow, dragging it out, then back in, hitting his prostate just right, making him buck hard, a desperate. "Ooooh gawwwwd!" Spilling out as his cock leaks more pre, soaking the thong further.

"Come on open up, bitch." She snarls, spanking his ass with her free hand, hard, sharp slaps that turn his cheeks pink and stinging. She licks his rim again, tongue digging in deep, swirling around his pucker as she works that single finger, pumping it steady.

Kyle is trembling, moaning loud as she rims him sloppy, her spit dripping down his crack, lubing him up for more. She pulls back from his hole, sitting up on the bed, and grabs Kyle by the waist, throwing him face-down across her lap like a goddamn toy. His cock and balls mash into her thick thighs, his thong-soaked prick grinding against her sweaty skin, pre-cum slicking her lap. "Alright, foreplay's over. Time to put my cock in your guts." She growls, one hand pinning his back while the other spanks his ass raw, crack after crack, each hit harder than the last, his cheeks turning a blazing red. Kyle's face is pressed into a pillow, teeth biting the fabric as his screams of pain mixed with pleasure and need muffle into the pillow. "Look at this fat ass, your mother must be proud." She mocks, smacking him so hard the sound bounces off the walls.

Kyle raises his head off the pillow and squeals, voice high and broken, "OaARgh!! S-STOOOP!!" But his prick's drooling all over her lap, soaking through the flimsy thong, pre-cum pooling under him as he squirms. She slides one finger back into his bunghole, slow and teasing, pumping it deep while her other hand keeps spanking ~SMACK~SMACK~SMACK~ his ass burning under her palm.

"Take it, you cock-loving whore." She taunts. Before parting his butt-cheeks and leaning down to lick his rim again, her tongue slobbering over his hole, adding more spit as she works that finger in and out.