It was still early morning in the locker room at school where Kyoka and the girls of 1-A could be found. The girls were chattering about miscellaneous things that meant nothing to the rocker. Her mind was focused on one thing and one thing alone.

She slammed the locker loud enough to alert concern to the nearby Tsuyu as she was putting on her swimsuit. Rubbing under her eye, she slowly approached Jirou.

"Everything okay, ribbit?"

Kyoka slowly turned to Tsuyu. Her resting eyes showed worried. Kyoka feigned a smile.

"I am okay. Lack of sleep." She rubbed her shoulder, massaging it tenderly. "Stress. You know how Aizawa-sensei's class is at the start of the morning."

"Right there with you, girlfriend, ribbit!" Tsuyu straightened out her spanks from her butt as she relaxed her legs. Today was the day of the physical fitness test. Swimming was today's objective. Kyoka sat quietly, still trying to shake back from last night's viewing.

"If you need anything to get off your chest, let me know," said Tsuyu as she patted Kyoka's back.

The teen rocker nodded accordingly. "Sure. You know I will."

The look on Tsuyu's face depicted that she did as much as Kyoka allowed. She bowed quickly before leaving for the natatorium, leaving Kyoka alone in the locker room.

And alone with her thoughts.

"You want more of this, mother?"

"You don't know what you do to me, Izuku."

"Can you fuck my naughty hole, sensei?"

"Oh yes, Deku! Mother Sensei is going to cream that naughty snatch of yours."

"Stake your claim on this slut!"

"Yes, you are! A slut you are! And it is time to remind who you really belong to."

"Prove it, sensei!"

Kyoka felt like she was drunk, consumed with the entrancing scene from the peek of Izuku's dorm. Watching their homeroom teacher and dorm mother, Aizawa-sensei riding Izuku as if he was a pony. Surprisingly, there wasn't any resistance from Izuku. As if he was a toy that welcomed anyone to play with him.

Seeing Aizawa-sensei touching him sensually, using her hands as an instrument of lust. Izuku feeding into the lust, allowing a woman that they entrusted under their care to defile him in such a way.

"Do you want this nurse to take your temperature?"

"Yes, sensei. Feed me your thermometer. I have fallen ill. Ill for that thick cock of yours."

Kyoka had to cover her mouth, surprised that even their homeroom teacher sported an instrument just like hers.

She couldn't get her eyes off it. As long as a ruler and as thick as a soda can, her cock was dripping in excitement, wanting to give Izuku his insatiable appetite. Izuku licked his hungry lips. He spread his legs wide so he can be fed such a lively, tasty delicatessen inside of his cavern.

Kyoka watched. Angry, jealous, upset.

More so aroused.

Aizawa-sensei didn't take any time to jam her cock into his supple ass. Izuku purred, immediately wrapping his arms around his sensei.

"Fuck this pussy like the whore I am."

"Hmm. A naughty whore you are."

"I am, sensei."

"Damn right! I should punish you for allowing such a pussy to get loose."

"Sorry, Mommy!"

"That's right! I am your Mommy. You are my bitch. When you are with me, this precious hole should be tight enough to jam my tube. Because of that, I won't be pulling out."

"Get me pregnant. I want to atone my sins."

"Don't worry, buttercup. You will get your fill. A shame, really. I think you enjoy being punished!"

"A naughty slut, I am, Sensei. It wouldn't be fun without punishment."

"I will have to keep an eye on you."

"I can't help it. Izuku is for everyone."

"Not tonight. Izuku belongs to me."

Kyoka couldn't move. Her throbbing erection was bombarding her nightgown. Her eyes were only narrowing at Izuku. His facial gestures of being lost in the transcend of forbidden lust. Sticking things where it doesn't belong on a man. How can this teenager suppose to be a Pro Hero-to-be and lie in lust, taking it like any common street whore?

Sounds of Aizawa-sensei's grunts filled the room, slamming her dick into Izuku's ass like a jammed file cabinet.

Kyoka's eyes were straining, only wanting a taste, a sound, a feeling. Something she wanted to do with him before being interrupted by the very woman in the room.

"Right there. Right in your fucking nest. I smell the nasty whores that I came and went."

She slapped him.

"Do it again, sensei."

She slapped him again.

Clear fluids were leaking through Kyoka's nightgown. If she could, she would leave the scene. But she couldn't. She, too, wished she was in Aizawa-sensei's position. She, too, wanted to give Izuku a filling of her virgin cock.

"Your pussy is tight, Izuku!"

"Loving this, sensei!"

"I am cramming the fuck out of this shithole. God, I want to come!"

"Please, come inside Mommy!"

"I am gonna! Take this seed and make me a mother!"

"I will, sensei! I am going to come!"

Teacher and student screamed loudly into room, creating such a crescendo as both were orgasming.

"Your seed is filling me up, sensei. It feels so hot and warm. I am going to have your baby, sensei!"

"That's right, Izuku! Have my babies! Make them healthy and strong."

Kyoka silently wept. She, too, experienced an orgasm. Streams of her milk bombarded her nightgown. She cried out his name silently.

She stopped, noticing an eye peeping from afar.

The emerald boy looked over. Although dazed and filled with Aizawa's fertile seed, he had a bedeviling smile.

The sound of the whistle interrupted Jirou's thoughts. She was no longer in the hallway of the dorm room. She was still sitting on the bench in the locker room. She coughed. She didn't have a reason for it. She just felt like everything was surreal. Her nipples were erected. Her hands were clammy.

Overall, her dick was hard.

She panicked as her duct tape was failing to comply with her throbbing member. She immediately rushed out of the locker room and headed to the showers where she can relieve this tension before heading to class.

She made it to the shower stall, alone and filled with her thoughts about Izuku. She closed the curtain, turning on the shower nozzle and hoping that she can have a few minutes alone to relieve her itch.

Grateful to have a waterproof cell phone, she found a video of Izuku as material to relieve herself.

The scene looks like it was in a bedroom. Although she lowered the volume, she knew that the music is lo-fi. A few seconds into the video, she saw the trap himself crawling to the bed. He was wearing a long, white wig with bunny ears. He was also wearing a sailor-like cosplay outfit. He looked like a character from the Kantai Collection. She couldn't quite put a name on it. Shimakaze, she thought.

As her cock was riding in her swimsuit, she continued watching the trap crawling over to the bed. He was making meow noises. He was dancing, exposing his stomach. It was weird because he looked like a girl. The next thing he did was turning around and saw his panties. They were black, her favorite. But what made him swallow the lump in her throat was how nice and firm was his ass. Something she didn't really pay attention as she was too focused on her getting her willie wet.

He shook his ass for the camera while making cat noises. He turned to the camera, showing intent on his actions. She was hearing chat noises, he went to a keyboard and began typing. The moment he opened his mouth, she heard Izuku speak.

'Hey you perverts, SinnamonRollIzzy, here to get your dicks and pussies wet,' he told the camera. He looked again on his computer. 'What kind of action am I gonna perform today?' He licked his lips while putting his finger to his nose like a curious schoolgirl. 'I don't know. What do you want to see?'

He stared at his computer. After hearing several chat noises, he turned to the camera once more.

'You guys want to see me play with myself,' he asked the screen. 'I know it has been a few days since I have done any fucking. Tired of seeing my swordplay? Do you want to see a sword enter my sheath? You're in for a treat.'

Izuku returned with a black dildo that looked at least the size of a cable remote controller. He displayed on the camera. 'This is my black prince. He treats me good on the worst days. The days when I can't get what I want.' He looked at the screen. 'I know, dear. I know, babe. Do you wish you can treat me like a prince? You want me to make your dick wet? I wouldn't mind helping you empty out your seed and depositing it in my bank. However, you can suffice with this dildo being your dick.' He laughed devilishly.

Kyoka allowed the water to soothe her. With her eyes on the phone and her hand on her dick, she rubbed gently through the swimsuit.

She watched as he lied down on the pillow. The camera gave a good focus on his body. He spread his legs wide enough to see his anus. He licked his fingers, moving his panties aside, and greedily fed his ass with his fingers. She watched as he was digging into his cavern. He tucked in his lips and took sharp breaths. He quietly moaned into the air as the chat noises buzz like crickets in the summer evening. He continued as he pinched his nipples through his shirt. From the position, she saw his dick go into an erection, but his panties were protruding it, but he was in heat.

'I know you perverts are liking this,' he said in between pants. 'This, too, is turning me on right now. I hope you haven't busted anything just yet. The finally has yet to come.'

He stopped tending to his anal garden and brought out the instrument that will accompany him with his tilling. He placed it in his mouth and engaged in sucking it like it was the best treat in the world. His eyes rolled back into the pleasure as he rubbed and gripped the black dildo. His hips bucked as she could imagine he wanted to be stimulated.

Kyoka, too, beyond return after seeing him at this point.

'Are you guys ready,' he told the audience. The chat noises confirmed as he slowly entered the dildo at his rosebud. 'Close your eyes and think of it as your dick.' He moaned.

"I am, Izuku," Kyoka cried, "I am!" The wetness of her precum covers and cradles her fingers through her swimsuit. She slowly gripped her shaft as she getting off to a trap Izuku.

As he continued pumping the dildo in his ass, Kyoka saw cloudy fluids escaping the folds of his ass. In the meantime, he slid open his panties and exposed his dick. It, too, had cloudy fluids leaking profusely. She was stroking her harshly, gripping it tightly with the fabric as she was imagining her hand to be his pussy.

He bucked his hips, humping the air as he fastened and secured the dildo within his pussy. He was close to climaxing.

'I am also there. I am also there. Who is going to cum first? My dick, my ass, or you guys. You be the judge. I am doing a countdown. Get ready?' He moaned loudly as she knew he was getting close. '10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

They climaxed at the same time. Her semen escaped to the confines of her panties, smearing onto the swimsuit. Izuku trembled in the pleasure before his dick ejaculated his semen as well. He moaned loudly before ebbing into the silence. He continued to hump his hips before subsiding into rest.

The chat noises buzzed continuously. Izuku was panting. He continued to pant in the afterglow before sitting up. He looked at the screen. 'That was awesome. I hope I got your dicks and pussies wet from this. But, it is time to go. I have work to do. Hugs and kisses. Bye!" He blew a kiss before the video ended.

Kyoka dropped to her knees. She, too, was panting from the intensity of the video. Never did she think a boy can drive her this wild. And at school to relieve herself.

She saw her semen. She closed her eyes, lapping it up and pretending that it belonged to Izuku. She continued licking the salty remnants until there was nothing else to lick. She swallowed, savoring the flavor like it was saltwater taffy.

She cursed herself for waiting too soon to make her move. She cursed Aizawa-sensei for taking the opportunity away. Izuku couldn't leave her mind. Why was she forbidden from tasting the pleasure if everyone else could?

With her legs wobbling, she managed to stand up. She knew she had to come up with some kind of excuse for class, but she didn't care.

For it was worth it.

Kyoka opted out of the swimming exam, telling her teacher that she will make it up on a weekend. The rest of the day was spent in the nursing office. She spent the entire time on the bed getting off to Izuku. Her panties were smeared with her milk that the room smelled of watered chestnuts.

When school ended, the rocker teen walked back to her dorm room alone. She knew Tsuyu secretly worked a part-time job and wasn't expected to be home until late.

As she arrived at her hall, she saw a familiar visitor leaning at her door.

"Evening, Jirou!" Standing with a prim-and-proper look was the devil herself, Aizawa-sensei.

"Evening, Sensei," she replied in an obligatory bow.

"I have missed you in class this afternoon," she said, holding onto the frame of her glasses. "Recovery Girl told me you were feeling ill. I hope you are well."

"I am, Sensei. Thanks for your concern." Kyoka bowed once more. Truthfully, she wanted to wring sensei's neck with that scarf. However, she had to remain subtle.

Aizawa-sensei raised her eyebrow as if she had forgotten something. "Here is your homework from class. I had Yaoyorozu-chan to write and organize the notes for you."

"Oh! Thanks!"

"I hope you are well! See you in class tomorrow." Aizawa-sensei gave Kyoka a tiny glare before exiting for the elevator. Kyoka watched her until she was no longer in sight.

Kyoka unlocked the door and dropped her backpack to the floor. Her only agenda for tonight was to eat her leftover food and masturbate to Izuku. Word through the grapevine that Izuku was performing at an underground club. Another rumor circulated that the Wild, Wild Pussycats had him for the entire weekend. She wanted to call but his phone went to voicemail.

She knew at some point she wanted to talk to him.

Lowering the file folder on her desk, she decided to take a gander. She was thankful that tomorrow was the weekend and she had time to do it on Sunday evening before class.

When she opened it, she immediately covered her mouth.

In a black-and-white still photo, it was Kyoka masturbating in the shower stall.

Attached to it was a note.

My dearest Kyoka,

That was quite a lovely display of paying homage to Izuku. An old lady like me should be envious. But in fact, I am titillated and aroused with curiosity.

If I remember correctly, there is an unfinished discussion we have yet to finish. I have more photos like this and the video if you want your amateur debut to go live on the web. If you want this to be quiet, then meet me in my office in an hour.

The moment you see me leave this building, you have exactly one hour. So, as smart as you are, synchronize your watch.

Inside your backpack is something I want you to wear when meeting me at the office. Please have the attire on when meeting me. If not, that is okay. Because the route I will take you will employ you to reconsider your options.

Jirou, please be there on time. If you don't, I will come and find you. Don't make me look for you.

Sincerely Yours,

Aizawa-sensei!

P.S. After reading this letter, discard this somewhere that nobody can find it.

To be continued….