YOUNG SATISFIER

The atmosphere in class that afternoon felt so boring. The buzzing sound of an old fan on the ceiling combined with the monotonous voice of Mrs. Veronica who was explaining the material in front of the blackboard. Reno leaned his back, trying to ward off the drowsiness that was attacking him, until suddenly the cell phone in his trouser pocket vibrated briefly.

With subtle movements so as not to be caught by the teacher's sharp eyes, Reno peeked at his cellphone screen. An incoming message.

"Don't forget tonight at Hotel B, okay? I'll be waiting at 7 o'clock. Don't be late, darling ;)"

A faint smile appeared on Reno's lips. He put his cellphone back quietly, while his mind began to wander imagining what would happen tonight. However, his focus was disturbed when an elbow hit his arm hard.

"I swear, Ren... I'll go crazy if I have to study at this hour," whispered Dino, his deskmate, in a fake frustrated tone.

Reno glanced briefly, only to find Dino staring straight ahead—to be precise, at Mrs. Veronica. Dino's gaze was not fixed on the blackboard, but instead focused on the curve of the teacher's body. Mrs. Veronica today wore a white shirt that was very tight, as if the fabric was struggling to contain the volume of her large chest. Every time the woman moved or wrote on the board, the buttons on her shirt seemed to pull up, creating a tempting little gap.

"I really can't focus, anjir. Look... it's really crazy," Dino muttered again, his voice full of vulgar admiration.

Reno rolled his eyes, amused by his friend's behavior. "If you can't focus, don't bother other people, you idiot."

Dino was stunned, he looked at Reno with disbelief. He brought his face closer and whispered in an interrogating tone, "Are you serious? Didn't you see a scene like that? Remember, Ren, Mrs. Vero is a widow. She's still strong, fragrant, and... yes, you'll see for yourself!"

Reno didn't answer. He only glanced briefly at Mrs. Veronica, then casually pushed Dino's head away from him.

Meanwhile, Dino was still stunned, admiring the beauty that lay before his eyes, as if the world around him had disappeared.

Kringgg!!!

The school bell rang loudly, triggering instant commotion. The students scattered out of the classroom like prisoners who had just been freed. In an instant, the room was empty, leaving Reno still sitting quietly in his chair. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the rare silence.

Suddenly, a notification came in. Reno opened his eyes and looked at his cellphone screen. A short message, without a name, but he knew exactly who the sender was.

"To the infirmary now."

Reno's smile widened. Without wasting any time, he stood up and walked calmly towards the school health room. When he got there, he entered and immediately turned the door key—click. The sound of the keys seemed to signal the start of their game.

Reno was stunned for a moment, his breath hitched slightly at the sight in front of him. On the clean white infirmary bed, Mrs. Veronica was waiting. The woman no longer looked like a strict teacher. His white shirt was open, the buttons undone one by one, draped over his shoulders.

Underneath the shirt, a bright red bra tightly wrapped around her large breasts, creating a very provocative contrast with her smooth white skin.

"I'm sorry, Reno... for making you wait so long. I had to finish assessing the students' assignments first," said Veronica in a voice that now sounded much lower and seductive.

Reno stepped closer, his eyes roaming hungrily over every inch of the woman's body in front of him. "No problem, ma'am. What's important... my grades are safe, and the money is ready, right?"

Veronica chuckled, a laugh that sounded mischievous. She crossed her legs, making her tight skirt rise slightly. "There's a bonus for you, if today you can satisfy Mom more than usual."

Reno smiled confidently. He stood right in front of Veronica, looking deeply into the woman's eyes. "Can't I always make you satisfied? That's the reason why you always call me here, right?"

Hearing that answer, Veronica stopped making small talk. She stretched out his hand, pulling Reno's collar so that the young man leaned closer to him.

"Stop talking, Reno... come closer.”

Reno wasted no time. He lowered his head, pecking Veronica's lips greedily. The kiss was not a kiss full of affection, but a thirsty and demanding kiss. Reno's hands crept wildly, freeing the rest of the red bra hook until Veronica's valuable assets spilled out, dangling perfectly and defiantly in the air.

The white shirt and tight skirt that had been attached to the woman's body were now scattered on the cold floor of the infirmary. In a matter of seconds, their innocent bodies were pressed together, skin against skin, hot and damp.

Veronica looked at Reno with eyes clouded with lust. She opened his legs wide, inviting Reno to enter. Without further ado, Reno aligned his position and made one deep, powerful thrust.

“Ahhh!”

A loud moan escaped Veronica's lips. His eyes were wide, his head thrown back, while his tapered nails dug deep into Reno's back, leaving visible red marks. Reno is indeed powerful, providing the full sensation that the 29 year old widow has longed for.

Reno started moving his hips in a steady, crushing rhythm. The old infirmary bed creaked loudly, creating a discordant melody that clashed with the sound of Veronica's gasping breaths and groans of pleasure. Reno's every blow felt so deep, hitting the deepest point of Veronica's narrow and hot womanhood, causing the woman to slur several times incoherently because she was too lulled by the pleasure.

Time seemed to slow down, leaving only the friction of their skin and the sweat that drenched their bodies. After half an hour of intense and non-stop struggle, Reno's breathing became ragged, his muscles tensed violently.

"Vero... I want to go out!" Reno growled.

Veronica could only nod in resignation, her hands gripping the white sheets beneath her. Reno pulled away a little, then with one final thrust, he sprayed his thick liquid right into Veronica's face. The liquid wet the teacher's eyelids, nose, and chin, who was now panting, looking very messy but satisfying.

Silence enveloped the room for a moment, leaving only the sound of their still irregular breathing.

Veronica slowly got up, wiped her face with a tissue available near the bed, then grabbed her bag. He took out a wad of cash, 100 Dollar and placed it on the pillow, right next to Reno's head, who was still lying on his back.

"Your math grades for next week's exam are safe," said Veronica in a voice that was now cold and professional again, as if the hot scene just now had never happened. She began to put his clothes back on calmly.

Reno grinned, grabbing the money without the slightest hesitation. "Nice doing business with you, Teacher.”