So, there’s this girl who goes to my school. She’s a little big, but she’s totally firm and has delicious curves. She has long, blond hair that flows beautifully, resting on her bodacious tits.

So, here’s where it begins. We’re both standing in our school; everyone else has gone home for the day, ready to assimilate themselves into their normal, boring lives. But not me. No, I’m ready to conquer Miss “Amber.” I’ve held in my lust for too long. Today I’m going to let it out, no matter how crazy or ravenous it is.

I walk over to her as she stands by her locker. She’s twirling her hair half-heartedly, fiddling around on her iPhone. She looks up at me as I come nearer. She smiles, showing her beautiful white teeth, standing between those luscious, creamy pink lips. My cock is throbbing, my palms are sweating. I come up to her and I do the impossible. I kiss her.

I thrust into her, and we tumble up against the locker. My lips are pressed up against hers, my body writhes against hers, my cock longs to plunge itself into her, to ravage her innocent pussy, to push her until she orgasms.

But just like that, it’s over. She pushes me away, her eyes wide with confusion and amazement. We both stand there awkwardly; we grasp for words, but none are brave enough to come out. After what seems like ages, she reaches out and grabs my hand. Her eyes are starting to flicker, an awakened desire melting away her innocence. Her tongue cleaves through her moist lips, and a tenacious whisper escapes.

“Back room.”

My heart races. My cock roars. My legs tremble and my palms sweat. The back room. Where countless jocks have made their sexual conquests, where dozens of virgins have given their innocence away. Amber and I are about to become one.

We start walking – slowly. We scan around nervously, looking for teachers, staff, or any kind of faculty. But there are none to be seen. Lacking patience, and our hearts already screaming with desire, we run to the back room and slam the door shut.

The back room is cozy, with several deep armchairs and one massive couch. Amber and I dash over to it and shove ourselves into each other. Blindly, we writhe, not even fucking, but rather just feeling our bodies moving together, rubbing against one another, settling into an unholy rhythm. She moans; my cock screams.

We start to disrobe. And by “disrobe” I mean hurriedly claw off whatever clothes we can. I shove off my jeans with no heed for belts or zippers; she tears off her plaid shirt without bothering to unbutton. Her perky tits pop out, smooth and silky soft. Paying reason no heed, I begin to kiss them ravenously, smothering them with my lips. I lick her hard nipples and suck on them like a nursing babe; she cries and paws at my back, her head thrown back in a lusty moan. She writhes and thrusts up against me, begging me to enter her. Her jeans, like her innocence, are soon gone, and there I am gaping at her gorgeous, gushing pussy. For as long as I live I doubt I will ever see a pussy as delicious as that.

She asks me – implores me, begs me – to kiss it, eat it, have my way with it. Who am I to deny a beautiful woman what she wants? But I contain myself – I don’t charge blindly in like I did with her tits; I focus my passion, making strong, purposeful movements. I massage her inner thighs naughtily, drawing close to her pussy only to draw back once more. Her pussy is soaking wet, and her cries are becoming evermore demanding, but I don’t enter her. Not yet. My cock groans with disapproval but I continue on.

My tongue parts my lips, and tentatively caresses the folds of her pussy. Its taste is salty like the brine, promising an ocean of pleasure for my cock. I lick her clit softly, and then I dig my tongue into her. She cries sharply, her magnificent alto voice hitting notes that only pleasure can bring.

I pull myself on top of her, and she sinks into the soft embrace of the couch, ready for me to enter her, ready for me to plunge myself into her and ravage her innocence. Her pussy calls to my cock; both of them beg me to begin. I strip my plaid boxers, my thick cock poised to enter her voracious pussy.

And I begin.

I pay no heed to form. I forget everything I’ve read in sex advice books. I close my eyes, bite my lip and lose myself as I rub against her naked body, my cock running back and forth into her gushing pussy. Her breathless cries intermix with my moans as we thrust back and forth, screaming and fucking in a ne’er-ending symphony of pleasure.

But all good things must come to an end, but we ended together that day. Not bothering to extract myself from her, I explode into her pussy, my cum shooting into her with unbelievable force. She gasps and groans and screams and gushes as I cum into her and she cums onto me. My green-gray eyes meet her deep brown eyes, and we sit there, pussy and penis locked, bodies warm and moist, lips wet and desirous. We reach out and engage in one last kiss before we sink down onto the couch. I put my arms around her and we lay there, feeling the nakedness of each other, unashamed of our shameless tryst. I rub my right hand against her nude back, feeling her smooth skin and her delicious curves. I fondly caress her shapely ass and I slide a finger into it. She yelps a bit, then closes her eyes and smiles naughtily. I pull my finger out, hoping to one day feel my face and my cock in that plunp, ripe ass. But for now, we’re content to lay by each other, naked, bodies heaving as we breathe deeply, and rest.

Of course, none of this has really happened, but I yearn for it to. I see this delicious woman in the hallway every day. I wonder if she knows what I want to do to her? I wonder if she wants to do the same? Maybe one day I’ll have the bravery to find out, and make that fantasy a reality.