
Author: rebellingpansies

The worst student in my class is this arrogant boy on the football team. He skips class, he’s disrespectful, he rarely ever does his homework, and when he does, it’s always half-assed. I’ve tried to straighten him out for a long time now, but nothing I do seems to work. Despite all the trouble I’ve had with him though, I find it hard to hold a grudge against him.
You see, he has a girlfriend on the cheerleading squad. I’ve been fucking her between classes since last year. Any animosity for him evaporates when I hear her gagging on my cock. It’s hard for me to get mad when he mouths off to me and goes to kiss his girlfriend in the hall, knowing she had just swallowed my cum ten minutes ago.

The troublemaker girl had to stay after class for detention yet again. As I lectured her, she kept grinning and flashing her panties to me under the desk. I got tired of her teasing.
I asked her if she wanted to leave detention early today and she nodded eagerly. I told her to play with her pussy for me and she could. She did it without a second thought. I told her to say what a pathetic, cock-hungry little slut she was. She did. She started begging for me to fuck her. I told her no. She would only get my cock when she started behaving. She promised she would.
I didn’t expect anything after she left, but the next day she was on the best behavior I’d ever seen from her. I had her stay after class again, but this time to reward her.


At first, they had been using condoms for protection. But recently, they had been more daring. This is what he had been doing after banging the hell out of her lately: pulling out and shooting it all over her pussy lips. It was a lot more exciting for both of them, and a little bit more dangerous. She was 20 and he was 28, and both of them hated kids… but they hadn’t been thinking about that much because the fucking just felt so damn good.
They had been having sex at least once a day, and every time they did, the amount of time between when he pulled out and when he started his first shot of cum had gotten smaller and smaller. Now that time was merely a few seconds.
She wished he would allow a bit more time so they could be safer. However, although none of her girlfriends had wanted to have risky sex, either, several of them had gotten pregnant over the past year or two. And since then, they had completely changed their minds about playing the game. They were now encouraging her to let a guy cum inside her, just a few times, “for fun”, like they had. So she was intrigued, curious, and more than a little bit aroused by the idea of him shortening his time before cumming after pullout — and hence, she said nothing to him.
In the back of their minds, they both knew where this was going, although they were not fully consciously aware of it. If they had spent a few moments to think about it, then they would be aware, but it felt too good to worry about, and neither of them wanted to break the mood or the experience. He did think, though, about how amazing his cock would feel if he just squirted one shot of cum inside her. He had never done that before, but he knew it would be so amazingly hot and feel so good. He’d love to shoot just one shot up inside her young, fit, little body. Because she was so healthy and fine, he knew it would feel a thousand times better than if he did it with a less attractive girl. He wanted to feel that orgasm. He wanted to feel that one shot. He was so close to getting there.
Even though they both knew, somehow, that it would seal both of their fates forever, he didn’t want to stop, and she didn’t want to stop him.

“Bad girl!” Daddy gruffly scolded, spanking me and ramming hard into my soaked cunny. “Bad, BAD girl!”
My clit aching, rubbing myself as he grips my hair. Daddy’s erection throbbing, his hips slamming against mine. “Do you see what happens when you wear those tiny shorts and little tanks? Mmghh—FUCK.”
“Ohh D-daddy!! Mmhh but it’s summer Daddy!”
Leaning forward, Daddy thrusting deeper. Stretching and stuffing me. “Daddy knows that’s not why you’re wearing them, Sweetheart.”
His hands grab my tits, massaging and squeezing them before sliding down. One hand gripping my ass, the other helping me play with my clit. My body jerks in response.
His fingers guiding mine, tapping and circling. “Daddy could see this wet little cunny through those shorts, Princess. Don’t lie to Daddy. Now, tell Daddy the truth,” his voice firm.
“I wanted y-your attention, Daddy,” I quietly confess, “I wanted this, Daddy. I wanted you.”
Taking my hands, he moves them to the bed railing, forcing me to grip it. “Then you better hold on, Princess. Daddy’s gonna give you everything.”










