Eros Unleashed I Age Gap I Crush I Romance I Fantasy
Stark naked in men’s restroom
Eros fulfills her wildest fantasy but it’s just a start
I walk back to my room, and after a long time, I think again about him. Once, he was on my mind all the time.
It was frustrating. I couldn’t learn anything during his lectures. His words would just bounce off my mind like ping-pong balls from the paddle. All my attention was sucked away by his presence—by the tone of his voice, his perfect face, and his lean, strong body.
He was a 28-year-old professor of biology. When he walked into our classroom for the first time, any shreds of innocence still left in me melted away, and out came a ripe woman in a teenage body, teaming with raw sexual energy. I eagerly awaited his class every Thursday. After he finished his lecture, I needed a clean pair of dry panties. It wasn’t a surprise. The wild fantasies rolling behind my open eyes would have made even seasoned whores blush.
That first day we met, I learned my lesson. So every Thursday, I brought a fresh pair of knickers tucked deep in my school bag under all the books and notebooks. The moment his class would end, I rushed into the restroom to wipe out my wet pussy and change my soaked panties for a fresh pair of underwear.
Other girls in the class weren’t impressed by him. I was infatuated. He was my first unrequited love. Doomed from the start because of the age difference. But nothing could have stopped me from fantasizing about what he could do to me if circumstances were different. Not what we could do, but what he could do to me.
Most of these fantasies were not elaborate adventures involving plots, plot twists, or convincing stories. They were just scaffolds for sex and decadence.
And one fantasy stood tall among them. It was so filthy that even thinking about it made my pussy itch. That’s the one I’m walking to right now.
The door to my room is wide open when I reach it. I peek inside. He didn’t lie. Everything is gone, replaced by my fantasy.
I see myself standing barefoot and naked on the cold floor of the men’s restroom. For a second, I admire the younger version of myself. Was I really this beautiful when I was 18? All of my classmates, male and female, are also here. They are fully clothed and intensely watching me. The scene is stopped in time. There’s a faint, glowing corona around my body. My beloved professor is standing in front of me.
We have a biology class. The title of the lecture is “How to Make a Woman Horny Before Breeding.” My biology teacher will demonstrate, using me as a live dummy, how to achieve the desired level of horniness in the female body and what the reliable indicators are.
A boy, one of my classmates, is standing behind me, holding my arms by the elbows behind my back and pulling them closer together. It forces the upper part of my body to push forward, lifting my tits even more, making them more presentable for a live demonstration. Soon, my biology professor will start the lecture.
Disappointment washes over me. I was fooled into thinking that I would experience the whole fantasy. Instead, it will be like watching a porn flick.
“Go on,” Eros whispers in my ear. I look around, but I’m alone in the corridor. “Step into your body. It won’t start without you.”
So, after all, it will be as he promised. My heart races as I approach my glowing projection. I almost scream when my clothes start to burn. But the flames don’t hurt my skin, and I stop and watch in fascination as everything turns to ashes in a matter of seconds. There is no need to waste any more time. I hurry to my young doppelganger. The moment I assume my pose, everything starts to shimmer around me, and all of a sudden, I am 18 again. After a long time, I hear my professor’s voice again.
“The fastest way to make a woman wet and ready for easy penetration is by touching her breasts. In our case, they are bare, but they don’t have to be. Even when they are covered in clothes, the effect will be the same. You start lightly by pressing and squeezing them gently, and you slowly intensify pressure.”
He starts to fondle my boobs for a full minute in silence. Then he continues the lecture.
“If they are big like these, you can also press them together. See how they bulge, skin gets tight, and nipples widen? I guarantee you, boys, and some girls, that is one of the most beautiful sights you’ll ever see in your life. At this point, you can clearly hear her heavy breathing and occasional moan. Also, her mouth is open. It means that we are on the right track. Her eyes are closed right now, but if she opens them, open them, honey. Thank you. You can see that her pupils are wide open. All these are signs of sexual arousal. At this point, you can stop being gentle and be more rough and aggressive if that makes your cock harder. She won’t mind.”
To prove his words, the professor starts groping my boobs really hard, pinching my nipples, and tugging them. He is doing what excites him most. My classmates are intensely watching; no one says a word. For the first time, they are really listening to a biology lecture, absorbing every word. Never in their lives had they imagined that biology could be this interesting.
At this point, I’m squirming and moaning loudly, rolling my head left and right. Pleasure is exquisite. I squeeze my legs in a feeble attempt to cum. I can’t. “Ok, boys, and the girls who are curious, now you can try; stay in line, please,” says the professor, moving aside. All the boys and a couple of girls take turns on my swollen tits, one by one, for a couple of minutes each. My cunt is hot, like the inside of the furnace.
“Now is the time for the last tip in today’s lecture,” says the professor, interrupting the last boy’s blissful roaming all over my red and tingling breasts. “Can someone tell me the most reliable indicator of women’s readiness for breeding, aka fucking?” He looks around with a cheerful smile on his face. My classmates look sheepishly at each other, but no one says anything. “Just put your hands between her legs, and everything will be revealed, as clear as the sky after the storm,” he continues when no one answers his question.
“Come on, what are you waiting for? Dip your fingers in the honey!” he urges them, pointing between my legs. They rush to me, pushing each other to be the first to grab my pussy and rummage inside it. I am already totally wet, but their exploring, curious fingers have opened the floodgate. When they finish sticking their fingers in me, my clit twitches madly and my cunt pulsates, making me mad from desire. I see some of the boys are licking their soaked fingers. One boy is smelling them with his eyes closed. Even some of my girlfriends couldn’t keep their hands away.
“Yes, boys, the wetness of a pussy is a key indicator of her willingness to receive our peckers. That’s it for today’s lesson; next week we’re going to cover actual breeding. But before you go, I’ll show you what will be expected from you next week.”
He pushes away the boy, who, all this time, was holding my hands behind my back. The poor kid is the only one who didn’t play with my tits or with my pussy. His eyes are full of tears as he helplessly oggles my ripe, curvy body. I make a mental note to give him some taste later.
In the meantime, my beloved professor unzips his pants behind me. His cock is big but glides in smoothly in my pussy. I moan loudly and bend over to take him in as deeply as possible. I also put my arms behind me and reach out to him. He grabs them and holds them firmly. Now I can relax my back, stick my ass up, and concentrate fully on his cock, stretching my young, narrow cunt.
I wonder how many girls he fucked in his career as a professor and used as live examples for his lectures. That line of thought takes me fast over the edge. I start to shake from the blinding orgasm that blasts through me for a long time. In the end, my legs give up under me, but he catches me by my waist, not allowing his cock to slip out. He keeps pounding me, and the thumping of our bodies against each other echoes in the restroom.
I am startled when the school bell rings at the end of the class. Professor keeps on fucking me as my classmates hurry out, eager to get home, losing all interest in us. As if they have witnessed any ordinary boring biology lecture, not their professor screwing their schoolmates brains out. Another orgasm blasts through me like a bullet train, while I already fantasize about next week’s lecture, when all the boys are going to dip their cocks in me.
This is the end of the fantasy. But I don’t want it to end. He is fucking me so good that I want to stay. I want to cum at least one more time.
“Say the words!” Eros’s voice comes from far away.
“No! I am going to stay!” I yell back. The fucking intensifies. Who could have thought that my professor had such animal strength? I moan loudly as the third orgasm washes over me like a tide. I lose myself completely. The pleasure is almost unbearable.
When I come to my senses, the professor still rides me with the ferocity of a man possessed. He is pounding me like a pneumatic drill. Every time he crashes into my pussy my whole body resonates, as if I’m shocked by a taser. His passion is contagious and irresistible. I want more.
A deep, menacing growl behind me sends chills up my spine. A pang of raw fear makes my pulse race like crazy.
Something is very wrong. The sounds coming from behind me are not human anymore. The professor is gone. Something else uses me. I can’t turn around. Maybe it’s for the better. The hands holding me are too big and too strong. There’s no escape from their steel grip.
Despite the fear, the pounding of my pussy is otherworldly, and the new orgasm is coming. Fourth in the row. As I am losing my mind from pleasure, a jaw snaps behind my head. The breath coming from it reeks of rot, and I almost vomit.
I am scared to death, but at the same time, bliss spreads from my cunt and I spasm in climax, which blanks my mind completely. And with it, my fear also drowns in the sea of the best sex of my life. I forget that I am in mortal danger.
“Say the words!” I can barely hear Eros’s voice. It’s not a whisper anymore. He screams at the top of his lungs, but the distance muffles his voice. He is panicking. His voice brings me out of amnesia induced by sex, and fear returns. But I am still helpless, and another orgasm is closing. I can feel it towering over me, clogging all my thoughts with pleasure.
Words. What words? I can't remember any words!
The growing wave of bliss hugs me like a perfect lover when something slimy, warm, and big crawls from my ass crack, along my back, and to my neck. It abruptly stops and goes away. Then it starts all over again. A tongue. He is licking me. The thing fucking me is toying with me, like a cat with a mouse.
I look around and realize I'm not in the bathroom any more but in some rotting, rusty place smeared with blood and guts. I see faraway, huge creatures riding smaller ones. The smaller creatures are clearly in torment. And they resemble women. But now they are only husks of pain. I turn my head away in horror.
And despite everything I see, smell, and hear around me, the orgasm ravaging my body can't be denied. Its bigger and better than anything I've ever felt before. And behind it, I don't know how; I can already feel another one towering over me. Even stronger than this one. And behind it, others wait to blast through my body. Forever. A never-ending string of orgasms.
Somehow, some shred of self-preservation in me manages to bring me out of the fog of a devastating loop of irresistible sexual pleasure long enough for my mind to remember the words. And what they are for.
“Sagitta Amoris,” I utter while I still remember them. The roar of frustration follows me as the huge clawed hands release me, and I slide back to reality. An utter silence follows as I fall on the ground of my room, soaking wet, climax still trashing my body. I moan and squeeze my legs together. The rush is like nothing I have ever experienced before. I still hear the snapping of the huge jaw, but the terror just intensifies my climax.
“Oh, my dear. That was so close.” Eros crouches beside my squirming body, waiting for me to calm down. “I was sure you were done and dusted. Your escape was nothing short of miraculous. His jaw almost closed around your neck when you said the words.”
After some time, I pull myself up onto my elbows and look at him accusingly. I am still dazed, but my sanity is back.
“What was that? What happened?”
He sighs, as a man who has told the same story a thousand times: “Some types of fantasies get elected to Heaven. For example, a fantasy in which a girl imagines meeting a boy she is in love with but has never had the chance to be with will end in Heaven. But tame fantasies like those are extremely rare. Most get rejected by Heaven. And there’s only one other place these banished fantasies can be made a reality.
“Hell?” I can’t believe my own words. He nods slowly and continues.
“Hell is the only place where fantasies like yours can be fulfilled. A lot of highly sexual women refused to end their fantasies, lured in by the most exquisite chain of orgasms. You know what I am talking about. Their souls are now tormented in Hell forever. You saw some of them in the distance.
“Why didn’t you warn me?”
“Two reasons. First, I am not allowed. The only thing I can give you are the exit words. Second, you can fulfill your fantasy in Hell only if you don’t know the price. That’s the only way Lucifer would allow it. It’s the easiest way for him to get greedy, horny souls like yours. And give his demons a taste of human meat.”
He pauses a second before continuing.
“That was an actual demon preparing to bite off your head. You were lucky to get the one who loves fucking more than carnage. He’ll probably be punished severely for letting you escape in the last moment.”
He chuckles, probably imagining the creature’s demise.
“Does this mean that I am destined to end in Hell?”
“Of course not.” Eros laughs. “God doesn’t punish people for fantasies.”
“Good!” I sigh in relief. I really wouldn’t want to end up in the place where that demon lives. Then I remembered how he fucked my brains to peaks of pleasure I thought were impossible to reach. Fresh memory makes my pussy hot again, and I am suddenly not so sure what I want.
“By the way, I met your professor.”
I instantly break out of my daydreaming.
“Where? When?”
I tried to find him when I went to college. He left my school after only one year. No one knew why he left. No one knew his whereabouts. He was nowhere on social media sites.
“In Heaven. You see, he fell in love. It was kind of a love you hear about only in fairy tales. But it was hopeless from the start. She was too young. Soon, he moved away because it was too painful to see her almost every day in the small suburban town.
“When I saw his pain, I decided to fulfill his fantasy. The Heavens welcomed his pure soul, and even God came down to watch his precious dream unravel. I could see his broken heart heal. He was never happier in his life. After, he asked me if he could stay with his darling, although he knew she wasn’t real. God granted his wish. That’s why you never found him.”
Eros got up and looked down at me.
“That fantasy was all he wanted after he met you.”
“After he met me? What do I have to do with…Oh!”
If I only knew.
He never showed me any affection. But then again, we met mostly in school. And the age gap at the time was too big. I would have gotten hell from my parents if I ended up with him.
And now he is lost for me forever.
My vision blurred from the tears that poured down my cheeks.
“Don’t cry,” Eros consoled me. “You can still meet.”
“How?” I wept, seeing only his contour through my tears.
“If you end in Heaven.”
I thought about my life until that point. It wasn’t a pretty picture.
“Don’t worry,” said Eros. “God is not as prude as everyone thinks. Just don’t add new sins to the ones you already committed, and you will be fine.”
The next moment, he vanished. I remained sitting on the floor for a long time, my eyes fixed to some point light years away from Earth.
I never believed in anything beyond mundane reality. I should have found comfort in the thought that life is not the end. I should be ecstatic that I escaped Hell and got away with the best fucking in my life. Instead, a strange emptiness and sadness filled my soul.
The man I had the biggest crush on in my life was out of my reach until I died.
I went to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. The hot water splashing on my face and down my body brought back memories of recent events. My pussy began to heat up again, but the rest of my body shivered in horror at my close escape from eternal damnation. The best sex in my life was with a creature from Hell. I couldn’t imagine anything wilder than that.
Wrapped in the bathrobe after the shower, I stepped out onto the balcony. It was cold, and winter snow covered everything. The night sky was full of stars. I looked up toward the heavens.
Why didn’t you say something, you stupid, lovely man of my dreams?
Why didn't I say something?
There was no falling star anywhere in sight.
Still, I closed my eyes and made a wish.
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