Rachel's body was electric. The fear an intoxicant. Looking up at Noah's face, she whispered, “Fuck me like a slut,” her face was warm with excitement. The fear from Noah's face seemed to drain away, replaced by a look of lust she was very familiar with. Once again, Noah began to move.
Rachel felt his cock slide in and out of her slowly, but deeply. She moaned softly each time her cunt was filled, her walls pushed wide. Her warm, wet honey dew covered her.
Noah began to fuck Rachel in earnest. He thrust his cock hard, and deep inside her, stopped only by bone. Rachel let out a guttural “ugrh” each time he buried himself in her to the bone. She was wetter than any other time he could remember. He saw her nipples as hard, pink buttons. Her body was becoming slick with perspiration. Noah continued to fuck her as brutally as she wanted.
Rachel felt Noah's hard cock pass her tiny hole, to bury itself as deep inside her as was physically possible. Each strike of his cock tip against her pelvic bone, deep inside her warm, wet cunt brought a feeling of almost pain. She reacted to it by wanting even more. With her eyes closed, she was again being brutally raped in her mind.
Noah drove his long, stiff member home, harder and harder. Faster and faster. Each time stopping only when he could go no further inside Rachel's hot, wet cavern. He felt its walls rub all sides of his shaft. Rachel's fingers dug into the flesh of his arms, almost breaking the skin. He knew it would not be long before he would blow his load of hot, thick cum inside her.
Rachel took all of Noah's large cock inside her. The way he was fucking her now, so hard, so rough just got her even more wet. Each time he thrust his large, wide member into her, to the bone, brought bursts of light to the inside of her eyes. She felt Noah's final thrust. His cock was fully inside her, filling every centimeter of her cavern. Then, with a soft grunt, he came and came hard.
Hot streams of creamy cum instantly filled Rachel's small cunt, and flowed out of her, down her thighs in streams. It was hot and thick inside her. She ground her hips against Noah's, as if trying to force his large member even deeper inside her. Cum and honey dew covered her, dripping down her thighs to the bed. It also covered Noah's nethers in a thick film. The two pushed against each other, wanting the feeling to last forever. When they realized it wouldn't, Noah pulled out his deflated, wet cock from inside her. Rachel moaned softly in disappointment.
The two lay on their backs. They were covered in thick, white cum and slick, slippery honey dew. They drew hard breaths, but made sure to do so softly. The sleeping bag was soaked and cold under them, but they hardly seemed to notice.
Rachel used her bed shirt to wipe them as clean as she could, but since it was dry, much cum was left on both of them. Again, neither seemed to mind. Rachel made a mental note to get to the showers early tomorrow, and leave her sleeping bag out to dry. She would spill coffee on it in the morning, covering the leavings from tonight. She slipped into the crook of Noah's arm and rested there. All was so peaceful.
Suddenly, she realized, she couldn't hear her father's breathing anymore.
The tent divider tore open with the sound of Velcro. The two, still naked, were so startled Rachel let out a short, sharp scream. Her father stood in the opening the divider had left. Rachel could still hear her mother, breathing loud and slowly. The wine had rendered her comatose.
Rachel's father stood as naked as she and Noah were.
“Daddy...” Rachel began before being cut off mid sentence.
“Shut up,” her father told her slowly, with force. Rachel saw her father had grown hard in the minutes since he had thrown open the divider. She was so confused, she was unable to speak. Remembering her father's threat, Noah remained silent.
Without a word, Rachel's father began to stroke his own cock slowly. Does he want what I think he wants? Rachel asked herself. With his cock hard as steel, he knelt down in front of his daughter, saying nothing.
Oh my God, Rachel thought, he does want what I thought he wanted.
Rachel moved toward her father's massive member, mouth open.
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“Nikki, are you aware that this conduct is in gross violation of policy?” Ramón addressed her. Nikki nodded. Ramón bent over her, his hand trailing down her naked body. “I will punish you myself, Nikki. With my cock. Do you understand?”
Nikki is a 18+ smokin' senior who has visions of college in her future. But on one of the final nights before summer break, her and her toned, muscular boyfriend, Liam, are voted king and queen during the year-end dance. To celebrate, Nikki and her friends decide to fuck in the faculty lounge. No one will ever know! Nikki's such a slut she wants to take on four men at once and GUZZLE their cum. Suddenly--one of the staff walks in on this orgasmic orgy--catching them red handed! Instead of sending them to detention, Mr Ramón decides to give Nikki another kind of "D".
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Nicola James, known as Nikki by her close friends and family, gazed at her reflection in the mirror of the school bathroom. Large, green eyes stared back at her, in a face framed by perfectly-styled blonde hair. She sighed, glancing at her wristwatch. She had five minutes before the last class of the day began, and was off to a prom committee meeting directly after lunch.
Nikki rummaged in her school backpack and removed her cosmetics bag. She placed it on the bathroom counter and removed a powder compact, then touched up her already smooth, creamy complexion. She applied a natural shade of lip gloss to her full lips, ran a comb through her hair and tossed the compact and other items back into her backpack. Nikki made her way out the bathroom just as the bell rang for class.
Nikki had everything most girls her age dreamed of – stunningly good looks, a generous personality, a perfect body, and a keenly intelligent mind. She used all of these to her advantage, and was popular with both her classmates and her teachers.
On Wednesdays, Nikki had Spanish at the end of the school day. She was a senior at Greyton High, and had applied for college out of state, to major in foreign languages the following year. Spanish was her favorite subject. Her teacher was Señor Ramón Alvarez, a dreamy man in his late twenties from Vigo, in Spain. Usually, schools in the States had Hispanic teachers from South America to teach Spanish. However, Greyton High believed in broadening their students’ minds and exposing them to the arts and culture from all across Europe. Their foreign languages department was no exception to this rule.
Nikki took a seat at a desk near the front of the class, and was soon joined by two of her friends, Alison and Mike. Ally and Mike had been dating since the tenth grade, and Mike was on the football team with Nikki’s boyfriend, Liam.
“¡Hola, señorita!” Mike grinned. Ally gave him a playful swat on the shoulder.
“Come on, show-off. We all know you’re only the second best student in this class.” she stated. Mike gasped in mock consternation.
“What do you mean, second best? My Spanish is superb! At least, that’s what you tell me when I talk dirty to you in bed.” Mike gave her a wink.
Ally blushed a deep red and Nikki laughed. At the age of eighteen, like most of her friends, she was sexually active. However, Mike was a source of endless good-natured teasing and embarrassment to Ally, who preferred him to keep their bedroom activities private. Or at least not discuss them in front of people.
That rule only applied to Mike though – little did he know, Nikki and Ally often spoke about their sexual exploits. The two of them had been friends since the third grade, and had been inseparable ever since. They shared everything. Well, almos
t everything. Nikki raised an eyebrow and smirked at Mike.
“I think what your amazing girlfriend and my wonderful friend is trying to say, buddy, is that you’re a second-rate Spanish speaker compared to me.” Liam dramatically clutched his chest, a wounded look on his face.
“Ai, mi corazon,” he said.
“You and your heart will be just fine,” Nikki giggled. “Ally doesn’t mind which language you use to talk dirty to her, as long as she gets to spank you.” Ally blushed furiously again, and Mike guffawed.
“Okay, settle down, class,” Señor Alvarez walked in and started handing out notes. “Surprise! You’re going to start with a pop quiz on the conjugation of the verbs vivir and tener. I noticed that you had problems with these when I was reading through your term papers last week.”
The students groaned, but Nikki was pleased. She was well-versed in the conjugations of those verbs in the present, past and future tense. Señor Alvarez had made sure of that during the afternoon classes she took with him twice a week, for extra credit.
Her teacher gave her a wink as he set the quiz in front of Nikki. He knew she would ace it. Nikki felt a warm glow spread down her abdomen, towards the junction of her slender thighs. God, he’s so incredibly hot. Nikki shook her head to clear the lascivious thoughts she was having about her favorite teacher, and started on the quiz.
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After the quiz, Señor Alvarez collected the papers and began his class. The students were starting on a project about Spanish history the following week, and he was dividing the class into groups and giving them all the necessary information they needed to complete the task. Nikki was distracted, her thoughts straying to her teacher. He was tall, broad-shouldered and muscular. His clean-shaven skin was tanned, his good looks accentuated by the chiseled planes of his face. Unruly black curls accentuated his warm brown eyes. Come-to-bed eyes, Nikki thought. She could get lost in his gaze, and often found herself aching for release after a class with him.
Nikki began to daydream, thinking of her last afternoon class with him, two days ago. She had just returned from cheer-leading practice, and was still wearing her uniform. Nikki smiled as she remembered how she had caught his sexy eyes straying to her long, slim legs under her short skirt a few times. The man was not resistant to the charms of her young, attractive body, it seemed. However, her teacher’s work ethic and respect for the student-teacher relationship was sound, and he had never attempted to be suggestive in any way towards her. Nikki sighed. She almost wished he would. She could only imagine what his body was like under the crisp, tailored shirts and chinos he wore to class.
Nikki involuntarily licked her full lips as she thought of how Señor Alvarez had patiently gone through her Spanish verb conjugations with her. She imagined him placing his hand on her thigh to emphasize a point, then leaving it there, his warm skin on hers, lightly stroking her leg.
“Nikki, you are my most talented student,” she heard him say.
“I have a wonderful teacher,” Nikki would reply. “I just wish there was some way I could repay your for helping me so much.” She visualized him leaning in, his other hand cupping the back of her neck, pulling her forward into a crushing, passionate kiss. Her nipples hardened as she wondered how it would feel to be pressed against the hard muscles of his chest, her hand resting lightly on the large cock beginning to bulge at the front of his trousers. Nikki felt wetness pooling at her pussy lips, as she imagined him bending her roughly over the school desk, pushing up the short skirt of her cheerleader uniform and ripping her panties aside, before impaling her pussy on the full length of his rigid shaft, and fucking her, hard.
“Nikki,” she vaguely heard his voice. “Nikki!” Nikki blinked, surprised. Señor Alvarez was gazing at her questioningly, and the rest of her class was staring at her. Shit, was he talking to me?
A faint flush crept along her cheekbones as she started, “I—I’m sorry, señor. My mind was elsewhere.” Oh, if only you knew where, señor. If only.
The handsome Spanish teacher handed out the work that Nikki’s group was set to prepare for the assignment, and finally the bell rang for class. The students packed up and made their way to the cafeteria for lunch. Nikki was relieved to make a quick getaway, before she embarrassed herself any further in front of her teacher.
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The cafeteria was noisy as Nikki, Ally and Mike made their way to their regular table. They were joined by Nikki’s boyfriend, Liam, and the two other guys in their group of friends, Steven and Paul.
“Hello, gorgeous,” Liam smiled, bending to give Nikki a lingering kiss. The couple had very few classes together, so they rarely saw each other during the day. Liam was a football player, like the rest of the guys, and was muscular, though not tall. His dark hair was cropped short, his eyes a piercing blue.
Steven was the clown of the bunch, a gangly, blue-eyed young man, with blonde hair that was always flopping into his eyes. He only played football because his friends did, and was built for speed, not endurance. He far preferred to spend his weekends surfing, but put in the long hours at football practice like the other guys did. Girls were mad about him. Paul was quiet and reserved. He was tall at over 6 foot 2, his coffee-colored skin smooth over powerful muscles, his voice low and resonating. Paul was dating an ‘older woman’, a girl in her first year at a local college. The guys ragged him mercilessly about his ‘cougar’.
Mike caught up with the guys while Nikki and Ally chatted about the quiz they had written during Spanish.
“I think I did pretty well,” Nikki told her friend.
“You always do well,” Ally smiled. “It must be because of all the extra attention you get from Señor Alvarez. The man practically drools over you.”
“Nonsense!” Nikki gasped. “I have to do those extra classes, I need the credit to get into college.”
“I know, silly. I’m just pulling your leg.” Ally grinned. “But I do think he likes you.”
“He likes everyone. He’s our teacher, he’s supposed to act like that.”
“You don’t see how he looks at you,” Ally smirked. “When you’re doing your work, he stares at you.”
“He does not!” Nikki retorted.
“Who doesn’t what?” Liam asked good-naturedly, his attention drawn from his friends to the two of them.
“Nothing,” Nikki told him. “Ally’s just making fun of me, as usual.” Liam raised his brows quizzically, looking at Mike.
“Ah, yes,” Mike said, linking his fingers behind his head and leaning back. “We were just in Spanish class with Señor Sexy, and we all know how Nikki gets after a class with him. Paul laughed quietly, while Steven made moaning sounds and ran his hands across his own chest, and down over his crotch. Liam and Mike joined in the teasing.
“Si, si señor,” Mike crooned. “Please take me, take me now!”
“Oooh, yes,” Liam replied, putting on a thick Spanish accent. “I want to push you against the wall and have my way with you. I want to watch you cum. I want to make you scream my name!”
“Stop it, you guys,” Nikki couldn’t help but join in the laughter. “That’s not fair!”
The group of friends finished up their lunch and parted ways – the boys off to football practice, the girls off to the prom committee meeting. Ally and Nikki were two of the group of ten seniors that had spent most of their spring break organizing the spring prom, which was coming up in two weeks’ time. This afternoon’s meeting was to be about the candidates that had been nominated for prom king and queen, and their promotion over the next week.
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Nikki made her way into an empty classroom down the hall, where the group usually met. Her dark-haired friend followed her through the double doors, and they greeted the rest of the committee, chatting and exchanging gossip before they began. After a few minutes, Carla, the chairperson, called them to order.
“Hi, everyone!” the petite red-head said exuberantly. Carla was small, but feisty. She wa
s the perfect organizer, and was often invited to serve on various fundraising drives and organizational committees throughout the year. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and wherever she went, things got done.
“Let’s get started. Tracy has collected all the nominations for us, so we can start getting flyers made and introducing the prom king and queen candidates across the school.” She nodded at a tall, blonde girl, who solemnly handed her a list of names.
Nikki sat at a desk, idly twirling a pen between her fingers. She was pleased to hear Liam’s name, followed by Paul’s name, and smiled. Then, she heard her name read out, right at the end of the list. She jumped.
“Me?!” Nikki gasped. The other girls laughed at her expression.
“Yes, you!” Carla beamed. “Why are you surprised? You’re awesome.” Nikki flushed. This was the last thing she had expected. She had been so busy helping the other girls to organize the prom, she hadn’t even thought about the possibility that she might be nominated for prom queen.
“But—but I’m on the committee, I can’t be a candidate!” Nikki blinked.
“Honey, you totally can!” Carla exclaimed. “We haven’t unfairly promoted you in any way, the candidates are chosen by an independent election across the school. We weren’t even allowed to vote,” she said, triumphantly. She was clearly pleased that Nikki had been chosen. “So, let’s get talking, people! Who’s going to do what? We need to get photos taken of everybody, get their bio’s, and have posters and flyers made.”
The meeting continued for another hour, the girls dividing all the tasks between themselves, discussing all the details to be handled over the next week. Finally, it was over, and Nikki had the rest of the afternoon off. She made her way to the small sedan her parents had bought her the previous month, after she had passed her unrestricted driver’s license. Nikki made her way home, noticing how the trees that lined the streets of her neighborhood were all covered in new, bright green foliage. She turned into the driveway of her home and cut the engine, getting out of the car. She only had about an hour to shower and change before Liam came over.
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