With the hand opposite the one holding the pointed stake located between her legs, Omar helped his girl off the floor and back into the tub without slipping. Making use of his free hand, he turned on the shower faucet and made way for the water to run once more, but he couldn’t control himself. Without even caring that she was not completely clean, he thrust it into her. With one hand, he pulled on her neck, and with the other, he squeezed her breast, revealing between his fingers the nipple that peeked out being pinched.

In that position under the shower, he began to kiss his girl’s lips while rubbing his hips so violently against hers that water splashed sideways.

As she was grabbed by the neck, she pushed her throat against her beloved’s hand, intending to hinder her ability to breathe. Rebeka felt like a beast, hungry, ravenous, and desperate, being released into the cage she was in. As the victim of the affair, she was undeterred and showed that she also wanted to devour and be devoured, so she wiggled her hips as she moaned sensually and rubbed her body all smeared with vomit and saliva against her boy’s, which made it easier for her to rinse and strip off any dirt.

Thanks to the lubrication caused by the fluids not yet fully wiped away, Omar’s lower hand moved back and forth with the utmost ease, like a skater on an ice rink. Fingers twirled, jumped, fell, sped up, and became rough and smooth on the slick skin as he explored his beloved’s body.

‘I can feel my nipples driving him crazy,’ thought Rebeka, who was breathing frantically, opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue, biting her lips, tapping her feet on the floor, clutching her boy tightly, exhaling hard and inhaling slow and steady.

As they bathed their bodies, Omar scrubbed his hands, and as soon as the shower head rinsed his beloved’s breasts, he stopped hesitating and took them all the way into his mouth.

  Usually, having her breasts played with gave him a tingling sensation that could even make him feel uncomfortable. But in the situation she was in, having her breasts sucked, bitten, and squeezed was more exciting than it normally felt, so much so that it made her lose control. It made her believe that they were so alone in the world, that no matter how much she screamed, no one would hear them, and that she could enjoy a full and pleasurable life under the bath water.

 ‘I can feel strong sucking on my breast, how my aureoles stretch without time to harden, in response to the frolics of his tongue. His other hand left my neck, now groping my buttocks and touching my body as if I were a perverted savage with a desire for sex. His member is rigid; on the point of exploding, it rubs against my stomach as if it wants to crawl into my navel.’ Rebeka decided to use her right hand to try to lower her boy’s amatory organ while standing on the tips of her toes.

With his mouth, Omar traveled a kissing and sucking path upward. His intention was to connect his member inside his beloved’s body, and since to suck the voluptuous flesh he had to hunch his back because of the size difference, that gesture created a distance between his body and hers. But now that he was standing up, the distance between the two of them with respect to her hips was lessening.

 Successfully, Rebeka managed to slip her boy’s member between her legs. As if she were sitting on a bar, she began to move in such a way as to let the piece of flesh brush all over her womanly cleft, after which it moved as if it were the motion of waves, similar to the rocking of a boat inside a storm.

Underwater, Omar kissed and hugged his girl, while with his hands he kneaded and spread her buttocks, as if he wanted to split them in two or load the body standing in front of him. Perhaps if the surface had not been too slippery, he would have easily loaded his girl and penetrated her right there, but Rebeka was not willing to let such an act happen. She dreaded the idea that she might fall in and expressed it quite well by burying her nails like a cat every time he went to lift her up.

‘I feel the taste of water,’ Rebeka thought, agitated, clinging to her beloved’s body so he wouldn’t carry her. ‘I feel him so close—his teeth, his tongue, his saliva—as with his hands he tries to lift me up to thrust his huge, erect rod of flesh into me. He’s taller than me, and I don’t plan to let him fuck me unless I get on my back. With his movements, he massages me where I like it best, and if we keep this up, I can come without having to touch myself.’

  Rebeka hugged her beloved’s desperate body tightly and kept kissing him so he wouldn’t try to escape. She bit his lip, rubbed her breasts over him, and did everything she could so that, with her desperate hands, Omar would not try to turn her over.

Between the movements of two beasts in heat, Omar bent down slightly, just enough to place himself at the height of his beloved, and in this way, he returned to his feet without undoing the kiss. He sought to position his virile member at the perfect angle to invade his girl’s interior.

‘With a few tries, I can feel it going in. The tip bumps against the back wall of my vagina; he drives his huge, rigid, and unyielding head into me while the shaft passes between my lower lips, but he doesn’t quite manage to insert his thread into my needle all at once, because when he stands up, he passes me by. It's tasty, just the way I like it.’

 Had he not been entertained by kisses and caresses, Omar would have noticed that his girl was also bending down next to him. It was as if she was trying, by all possible means, not to let herself be penetrated, with the purpose of continuing to feel the pleasure of rubbing her clitoris against his hot flesh, which was passing her by in a constant thrusting in and out.

The motion was frequent, and the friction indicated. As soon as Rebeka felt Omar thrust two fingers inside her nose, she reached the point of no return. The orgasmic spasms were so electrifying that they took her breath away. She was acting weird, as if she were a robot trying to repress her emotions, at which point she turned and leaned against the wall to offer herself wide open for her boy, who deserved not to fail on the next try.

Omar saw the path to glory between the open buttocks of his girlfriend. He couldn’t hold back, and like a wild beast, he rammed into her after taking the shaft of his member as deep as he could in that position.

 Still experiencing an orgasm coming from her clitoris, Rebeka felt her insides, still convulsing from spasms and contractions, being invaded by the monstrous, thick, veiny hunk of meat that belonged to her boyfriend and was turning her on.

After taking advantage of the fact that her back was against the wall and that whoever grabbed her was doing it by the waist to give it to her with all his strength, Rebeka lowered her right hand, and as soon as she could touch the beginning of her womanly opening, she shook her fingers frantically while she struggled to bear all the pleasure that invaded her.

Omar kept up his rhythm from less to more, thrusting into his girl. She felt, with each thrust, the flesh hanging between her legs collide with Rebeka’s fingers.

“Give me your seed, Omar! Will you give it to me, please?!”

At his girl’s desperate pleas, Omar again grabbed her by the hair, which he pulled hard as he gave her the most violent lash he could. It was as if he was punishing his beloved for making so much noise, which gave him all the more reason to scream. He then grabbed his girl by the mouth to silence with his hand the moans that could be heard throughout the house.

After being stabbed mercilessly against the bathroom wall, Rebeka felt her boy stay still, tight against her, as if he was cumming. Contrary to the owner, Omar’s member began to make all his movements until he finished emptying the contents he had inside his girl. 

”Don’t let go of me!” begged Rebeka, who felt her legs trembling, weakening, and almost unable to hold on, to the point that she could fall at any moment if she wasn’t careful enough.

After following his girl’s suggestions, Omar hugged her from behind as tightly as he could and stayed there until her breathing normalized, which took about five minutes.

In order not to fall to the floor and relieve the tired feeling they felt in their legs, the young men carefully sat down, one on top of the other, under the water of the shower, where they continued the embrace as if it was their last or they knew they had done something wrong.

‘Ahh, the last thing I wanted! My belly ended up full of milk. But who thinks rationally when their head is hot?’ Still, ignoring the fact that I could get pregnant and my mother would find out, this feels fantastic, dangerous, and kinky. I can feel a trickle of fluid coming out of my insides as he makes himself small inside me, plus the water is running and taking the traces of this act with it. It is all so perfect and yet ephemeral. What a pity not to be able to save the sensations as one saves photos.’

After ten minutes, Rebeka regained enough strength to reach out and close the shower.

Without a word, they got out of the tub, dried each other off with the towels, and walked into the bedroom naked, then went straight to bed.

"Love,” said Omar, as if he could no longer keep silent.

“Yes?” she answered, after making use of the little strength she had left to connect the phone that Omar had thrown in the middle of the bed before leaving the bathroom, since they had to retouch the pictures they were going to upload to earn money.

"Sorry,” Omar mentioned somewhat regretfully. Rebeka had an idea of the reason why her boy felt bad, but decided not to jump to conclusions and looked at him while keeping silent. “It felt so rich to be inside you, as well as this tired feeling, to feel at home, next to you... This is all he could wish for. Yet, for some reason, I can’t help but feel guilty. In the bathroom, when I was most excited, it was as if I also wanted to do the opposite of protecting you. I wanted to hurt you, to break you, to give you hard.”

“Did I tell you that you hurt me? You’re going to break me? That you stop giving me hard?” remarked Rebeka, somewhat disappointed. The boy responded by shaking his head. “Then keep doing it and don’t worry too much. Take care of going to the pharmacy to buy contraceptives. You cum inside me, and it’s not like I’m in my fertile days, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

Rebeka couldn’t help but state what was truly bothering her, which made Omar focus on something that did turn out to be a problem, and so far, he didn’t seem to realize it.

‘Time is flying by,’ she said to herself as she watched her boy stare at a fixed point in the room. ‘Now that I look at the clock, it’s almost ten o’clock at night, and I have to get these pictures up before it’s twelve o’clock. I’m extremely tired and unwilling to do anything, but the faster I finish editing them, the less chance I have of getting aroused and staying awake.’

 Rebeka stared at a pile of videos and photos taken by her guy, as if she hadn’t missed a single second of the time that had passed without filming or capturing an image, which didn’t make her job easy. In fact, the photo that caught her attention the most was one in which she was against the wall, with four fingers inside her sphincter and her red flesh visible. 

After putting aside her excitement, she closed the image showing her rectum and quickly selected the five images that aligned with the demands of the clients Omar had selected, whose windows were still open. She changed the color of her hair next to her eye color, did some quick editing, and after writing an elaborate apology for the delay, she deposited the five pictures in the open emails of each message as a reward for the wait.

As soon as she clicked the send button, the money was deposited into her account.

 ‘Five hundred dollars!’ she thought as she watched the numbers go up in just seconds. ‘The picture with my ass gaping open, face full of puke and fluids, my underwear stuffed deep between my lips, when I was in the kitchen using ice to harden my nipples, and the last one with foam all over my back, would be enough for me to never again have the reputation of a decent girl. ‘My life’s reputation is worth a lot more than five hundred dollars, but it’s not like you have to judge a person by the work they do.’

Rebeka decided to upload the five photos to her account’s personal wall, with the condition that each would cost five hundred dollars to be developed and that her face would not be seen. The other five individuals, having been selected, had access to the material.

After hitting the [Accept] button, the post was shared.

After immersing himself in the lagoon of thoughts he was in, Omar decided to approach his girl and run his hands over her back to massage her shoulders. After all, she had worked hard on her first official day, while he just had fun and profit.

  “I think that’s all for today. Tomorrow will be another day,” Rebeka said, with determination in her eyes, leaning her neck to one side, pleased by the massage her boy was giving her. “I don’t feel like drying my hair; do you mind if I sleep like this?”

“No, I don’t mind,” Omar replied, as he gave his girl space to organize her things and get settled on the bed.

“Usually, I run the blow dryer through my hair after I take a bath to get the moisture out. But it’s so much work; besides, I don’t think I could catch a cold if I slept next to you.” As soon as she finished arranging everything, Rebeka decided to pull up the quilt, push aside the pillow, and put aside the stuffed animals, then lay down on her boy’s left arm so that she rested her face on his chest. As they were cuddling, she commented, “Tomorrow will be a good day; no matter what happens, it will be a good day. I have you, and together we have a job that will allow us to live in decent conditions, a job that, no matter what name it may have or give me, is honest like any other.”

The morning of a new day came into Rebeka and Omar’s lives. Although it was the beginning of the week, it didn’t feel as heavy as before. It was no wonder how depressing it is to have to wake up and predict the routine of the next five days of the week. With no surprises, thrills, or novel events to look forward to, there is no motivation, leaving many adults having to rely on unwavering discipline to keep going without giving up or giving in. But everything was different for these young people, who had the time and energy in the midst of a new and promising world in which, if you have money, you can do and undo, conquer, and take it by the balls, as the popular saying goes.

After taking a deep breath on her beloved’s chest, Rebeka raised her head as the sound of the alarm clock could be heard. The eight-hour sleep had felt so deep and relaxing that before she picked up the phone to silence the alarm clock tone, she realized she had drooled all over her boy.

With her mind free of burdens and problems related to tomorrow, Rebeka stepped over her beloved, and after silencing the alarm, she said:

“Good morning, sleepyhead... Wake up!”

 Omar had also woken up, and although he still had his Chinese eyes, as if he didn’t want to open them, he answered his girl’s greeting with a smile on his face.

Rebeka could not contain herself and showered her boy with kisses all over his face, so much so that Omar had to hug her and hide his face between her breasts to make her stop.

In a circle of laughter and playfulness, they rolled around on the bed, and although Omar awakened the intentions of his little friend, who was not so sleepy, Rebeka managed to shake off her beloved’s lewd grasp and get out of bed with mischievous movements and laughter.

They started the morning by getting dressed and getting ready for school. The two lovers gave each other a pecking kiss every time they passed each other. The time was pleasant; they were dressed in a matter of minutes, and soon they were in the kitchen, preparing breakfast and serving themselves.

“You’re hungrier than usual,” Omar commented, watching as Rebeka bit into the piece of bread with a wanton attitude and swallowed it without chewing.

   She could hear her boyfriend’s surprised voice as he made the comment. He wondered if he had seen him eating breakfast all his life and was worried about keeping him from choking.

“Ah, I think he needs me to remind him of the reason,” thought Rebeka, who swallowed another mouthful of bread. She took a drink of water and claimed to him, “Maybe if someone hadn’t made me throw up half of yesterday’s food... I would be less hungry today in the morning.”

After pulling his teeth out in a grimace, Omar put a finger in front of his lips and made the gesture of silence.

“Your mom can hear you.”

Rebeka saw in her boyfriend the expression of someone whose face wanted to fall off in embarrassment. After lifting and dropping her shoulders, she made an expression as if she didn’t care at all.

“My mother and I have no secrets,” she replied, to soothe the feeling her boy had.

After clearing the dishes from the table, Omar glanced at the clock as if he were running late, but Rebeka acted as if time had stopped mattering to her.

When everything was in place, Omar prepared to walk out the door while Rebeka passed by her mother’s bedroom. As she opened the door and peeked inside, she saw how her mom looked like she was still asleep.

‘I don’t see the pills, and the bottle of alcohol is empty,’ Rebeka thought after looking worriedly at the still-full plate of food, as if it hadn’t been touched.

“It’s not good for an empty stomach to drink so much alcohol combined with pain medication. You must not worry, my mother. Your daughter is grown up now and has enough money to be able to help you. I am coming back today with better medicine and food to get me through the week. I am making money from an online job. Since I’m running late, I’ll tell you later, and we’ll catch up. Sleep well, mom, and get some rest.”

After carefully closing the door, Rebeka realized that her mother might not have heard her because she was still asleep, so she wrote a note that she decided to leave on top of the bedroom. Quietly and without making more noise than she should, she prepared to leave with her beloved, who was waiting for her at the entrance, and closed the door for her.

After passing the garden and the next door, the boys headed for the subway stop, holding hands. They moved forward inseparably through the stream of people. Once they arrived at the station, they entered the train and didn’t even bother to walk, as Rebeka decided to go in front of the door to kiss and let Omar touch her without bothering anyone.

With the air of adults, they got off at their stop and went to school, as most of the students did. Suddenly, down the adjoining street, an impressive and luxurious black car passed by, which, not surprisingly, was being driven by a security guard. Rebeka knew the name of the girl who was going to school in such a vehicle; they were in the same school year, although they did not share any classes together. Her name was Rosalia Priom, daughter of Brenk and indisputably the wealthiest girl in the class. 

The couple walked past the girl with the enviable body, straight hair, and blue eyes who was getting out of her ostentatious car. Rebeka kept her breasts glued to her boy’s taut, muscular arm, as if she was proud to have something no one else could.

Because of Rebeka’s possessive attitude the moment another female was present, Omar could tell that well inside she believed that, based on his family history, he was more likely to end up married to Rosalia than to her. After all, their parents shared executive positions in the country. But he didn’t even have eyes to look at girls other than her, and he proved that by stopping in front of everyone and kissing her.

The detail of her boy kissing her when she felt insecure made Rebeka happy.

“You are the only one,” Omar said, looking into her eyes.

With a smile and the demeanor of someone who could climb into the sky and walk on clouds, both Omar and Rebeka went on their way. Once they reached the inside of the school, they did not hesitate to show everyone that they were two little birds in love, without even having to reach the garden where the couples opened up. But this time, unlike other times, the thirteenth tongue kiss did not wait at all and aroused the envy of the students and the criticism of the teachers, who did not hesitate to make their presence known.

 Rebeka knew that she was not allowed to be happy, but happiness was something she had only recently learned to value and maintain above all other people.

“Miss Rebeka,” said one teacher, who was not from the first shift but from another.

“Indecencies like that are not allowed at the entrance to the school. Where are your books and manners? Are you aware that you have your shirt outside your skirt? Unacceptable, I said. We will have to issue a disciplinary citation with your mother present.”

The guy was standing in front of the school entrance, something he was rarely seen doing. He had definitely been waiting impatiently for someone to arrive, and now that person had arrived. Like a shark attacking its prey when it was at its weakest, he raised his voice while pointing out other people’s mistakes in order to justify his behavior and continue judging.

Omar took a step forward with his fists in front of him, like someone who had waited all his life to hit those who deserved it. The boy was young and energetic; he had recently proven his love with kisses. It was no different for him if he had to prove his love with fists against someone who needed to be put in his place.

 Rebeka did not stand still, remain silent, or apologize for her behavior, as she previously might have done, because now she could stand up for herself. Taking her boy by the hand, she pulled him back and walked forward to face the accuser.

“You know what? I feel harassed by you,” assured Rebeka as she interrupted the professor’s words. “I won’t allow you to continue to disrespect me or overlook all the good things I have done, to always point out the bad and try to publicly humiliate me. Your way of getting even for what my father did will no longer work, because I can defend myself.”

With a perplexed attitude at the firm voice of the brunette-haired girl who approached him, looking into his eyes, the professor looked to the side as if he had addressed someone else.

Omar stopped in place, crossed his arms, and breathed, as if remembering to give credit to his girlfriend, who was much stronger than she appeared.

 At the uproar formed by Rebeka, nearly fifty students who were passing by stopped to watch what was happening. For a teacher to yell at a student was nothing new, but for a student to yell at a teacher, now that was rare to see.

“Do you think I don’t know that everything you’ve put me through is because of what my father did?” asked Rebeka. “For that reason, you and the others hate me so much that you suffocate me, won’t let me live, and are always threatening to expel me from school.”

“How dare you raise your voice to a teacher?”

“Teacher? This is not a classroom. I don’t treat you like a teacher. Now I’ve lost all respect for you as a teacher; this is between seniors, you dirty, disgusting pig!!!” Those present opened their eyes; others put their hands to their mouths; Omar laughed and slapped the air twice.

“All this time, he took advantage of me. Every day I had to go to see someone like you, put up with your rudeness, refined insults, and bad temper, and in return, if I refused to do what I was ordered to do, you told me, "You are going to be expelled”,” We will have to make a disciplinary citation with your mother present,” and other threats. My mother, who you well know because she is a client, works “every night,” and the only time she can sleep is during the day. Do you want to know something? I’m telling you in front of all these people, it’s over!”

Everyone kept silent and looked at the instructor with doubtful eyes. It was believable, the story was true, and it could also be misinterpreted. When a woman uses the words “you took advantage,” it gets into a delicate subject.

The professor was frightened by what was being talked about and made it seem as if he understood that it was better if the conversation took place in a more private place.

“To my office!” He expressed being altered, red-faced, and sweating all over.

   Rebeka did not move from her place; it was as if, with her eyes, they were saying that she did not agree with the proposition. What had been started publicly had to end publicly. At that moment, the situation was a test of strength, and because the professor was so nervous, it made her feel unstoppable, confident, and in control of the situation in her hands.

Nervous about what was happening, without a second thought, the professor grabbed Rebeka by the hand and, as gently as his rough fingers would allow, pulled on the unwilling student.

“You’re hurting me!” cried Rebeka as she shook her hand and backed up two steps, just enough to be behind her boy.

Omar, who had kept quiet, took just one step forward and stepped between the teacher and his girlfriend. The strapping young man standing in front of the professor was two palms taller and enjoyed the power and virility that a sad, decrepit, paunchy old man lacked.

 It was as if Omar was wondering the best way to attack the professor. Maybe grab him by the neck with his hands, hit him with his knee in the belly, throw a sideways punch with his right hand, or simply push him to the ground and make him fall sitting down so he could hit him in the face with his shoe and break the nose and mouth of such a person, but he restrained himself because he knew his girl had not yet given him the order.

The students present pulled out their phones in case a fight broke out, so as not to miss the exquisite opportunity to film, like the good reporters they were.

Intimidated by Omar’s imposing presence, the professor looked up and swallowed dryly. He would not raise his voice to another man, much less try to make him look incompetent, for he feared he would be beaten in response. Still, the professor had to do something, and though it took him a good while, after mustering up enough courage between his teeth and pointing his finger in the air, he warned the young men that their actions carried serious consequences.

 Amidst the commotion and commotion, a security officer from the school arrived on the scene, intent on preserving public order and disintegrating the overcrowded crowd of students who had gathered at the entrance. 

After seeing an ally, the teacher rushed to the side of the newly arrived authority in order to give his version of events. Before everyone, he explained his situation and demanded that his name be cleared of a false accusation, in addition to requesting the expulsion of the two students responsible for his anger, as he did not feel safe if any of them decided to attack him treacherously.

After pretending to understand the situation, the uniformed man approached Rebeka and asked for an ID card, which he scanned with a device. As soon as he finished scanning the information, he made the girl swear an oath on the device, and after answering a series of questions, the device displayed the warning that it was assessing the situation. Once the sound of two hammering sounds was heard, the uniformed man looked at the screen and read the verdict.

 “The student present is of legal age. She does not need the supervision of a legal guardian to make a claim or defend herself against an accusation, unless she suggests it herself. Sir, I am afraid I must warn you that this situation must not escalate any further. If it does, I will have to take someone into custody. The law is impartial in this case, in which you are accused of taking advantage and abuse of power,” said the uniformed officer with an impartial voice, as if he was following the required protocols.

"Officer!” shouted the professor, with an altered countenance. “My reputation is at stake!!!!! If she can defend herself without the need for a legal guardian to be present, I am charging her with a counterclaim for defamation, moral damage, and slander towards my person.”

The officer looked at Rebeka, and she assured him:

“I stand by my claim; please proceed.”

 “Mr. Professor, since you are the defendant, in order for you to make a counterclaim, you must first prove your innocence. Place your hand on the truth box and simply answer yes or no to the following questions, and then you may speak freely. Did you understand the instructions?”

"Yes,” replied the subject, as he placed his hand on the device placed in front of him.

“At any time have you abused Rebeka?”

"No,” said the instructor.

“Have you physically or emotionally harmed the plaintiff?”

“No.”

 “Professor, by your answer to these two questions, you are found guilty of abuse and taking advantage of power. Your right to speak freely has been revoked.” The professor’s eyes widened with surprise, so much so that they almost wanted to pop out of his face as he shook his head from side to side. “Sir, you were found guilty of taking advantage of an underage girl until yesterday and taking advantage of a respectable member of society today. Your sentence will be communicated in court. For the time being, all your vocational licenses will be revoked, and you must accompany me.”

Inside the object that seemed to function as a lie detector, a bracelet came out and took the professor by the hand, as if it were a handcuff designed to prevent a criminal from escaping.

 “Unbelievable!” shouted the professor, who tried to free himself from the object that he could not carry with one hand and was forced to hold it with both hands. “Let the daughter of a criminal lie to the authorities, falsely accuse me, and win. That machine has to be wrong. I never took advantage of her; on the contrary, I did her a favor. I educated her for what awaited her outside the school gates!!!!!

“Whatever you say while connected to the shackle of truth will be used against you,” warned the officer.