Once they reach the locker room, she shuts and lock the door, and bend over a bench. With her forearms resting on it, Emilia thrusts her ass out, letting him put his hands up her skirt. He quickly yanks her panties down to around her knees and spreads her wide asscheeks apart with his fingers, pressing his glans against the puckered brown hole. Spitting on the tip, he carefully prods into her sphincter, probing through the anus with his large slab of meat. She gasps in pleasure as he penetrates her tight booty, releasing sweet moaning noises.
“You like my cock in your ass, slut?” he hisses, entering the shithole very slowly until finally his tool is fully buried inside her. The way she clenches her asshole around the base of his dick feels so wonderful. She enjoys this very much, feeling dirty with a boy shafting her ass during lunch break. Without much further ado, Emilia starts ramming her ass backwards into his lap, fucking herself with his monster cock.
“Oh, I love it! I love your cock in my ass! Please fuck my ass Patrick!” the whore begs as he too starts moving, pounding her from behind. His balls crash against her slit as he impales the cheerleader’s butt, driving his spear deep into her nasty hole. The orifice is incredibly warm, fitting snugly around his large dick as he tears her ass apart with the weapon hanging between his legs.
“Do you want to cum? Do you want to cum with my cock in your ass?” Patrick is violently shoving it all the way in her forbidden tunnel, ramming into her with incredible strength, making her wail in bliss. She is enjoying her favourite activity, getting dicked by a handsome, muscular boy at school, letting him drill her hole with that wonderful shaft. His pole is almost splitting her in two right now.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Emilia screams as she has an anal orgasm, squirting all over the place just from being fucked up her ass. This triggers Patrick’s own climax as her asshole contract rhythmically around him, milking his cum into her ass. He yells out as his semen is sucked out of his prick into her bowels, emptying his balls inside Emilia’s powerful ass. She keeps wringing strands of it out of him until he’s completely finished cumming.
When they have recovered and are about to leave through the door though, they find someone standing in their way.
“Oh, hi Jerry,” she greets the dreamy hunk in front of her. He is another one of her regular partners and was almost chosen to bang her last night. Unfortunately for him he had swimming practice and couldn’t attend the wild orgy. Now, though, is another matter entirely. Patrick knows how sex obsessed Emilia is and quickly leaves, knowing what is about to happen.
“Listen, about last night, I really wished I could…”
“Come on. We have enough time for me to give you a blowjob. Patrick just gaped my asshole wide open and Ed already filled my cunt this morning, so I’ll suck your dick for you, okay?”
Less than a minute later, she is back in the locker room, this time with her full, pouty lips locked around another boy’s penis, sucking like her life depended on it. Life is so perfect for Emilia.
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Three hours after getting her ass stretched out and blowing a swimmer during lunch time, Emilia is at Mark’s house. She isn’t engaging in any sexual activity with this boy though. Hell, no. For her, this guy would always be a miserable, limp-dick geek who could only fuck her in his dreams. The girl supposes she can have some fun cockteasing him, letting him peek at what he will never have.
She folds her arms under her breasts, thrusting them up sexily in front of him. Mark blushes but then looks away. This offends her for some reason. How dare he not stare at her tits? But then she calms down, reminding herself that this helpless virgin doesn’t know a good thing when it’s right in front of him. God, he’s such a total dork. She can’t help sighing in exasperation when looking around his poorly decorated room.
“Um, I think we, urgh, already did enough for today. You can go home now,” he tells her tentatively, not wanting to sound rude. There’s nothing Mark hates more than being accused of rudeness. He has always minded his manner and never snapped at anyone before, a clear sign of his personality being better than most people’s. If only other people would appreciate that and see him as a potential friend, that would be a very good thing, he thinks to himself.
“You don’t have to tell me. I don’t intend to spend one second here longer than necessary,” she tells him with a glare, still upset at having to work with the boy. “You call this place a house? And all the stupid decorations… Don’t you even have any sense at all?” Earlier today he might have whimpered a bit under her harsh words, but now, after her constant verbal assaults, the teenage boy is filled with anger and determined not to bow down under her bullying and belittlement any longer.
Just as he is about to tell her to piss off, though, someone else walks into his bedroom.
“Hey, Emilia! Want to stay and have dinner with us? Mark is a great cook, just so you know,” his mother asks the blonde cheerleader, making Mark wince. He really hates it when she tries to make him and someone get along and be friends. Sure, he has tried to be friends with other people before, but of his own accord. The boy doesn’t like it very much when his mother tries to direct him with that regards. It’s awkward.
Before Emilia can reply, Mark says “Actually, I don’t think Miss Moneybags want to have dinner in our tiny living room, mom. She probably expects caviar on gold plates or something like that. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she is.” It shocks himself and his mother to hear those words coming out of his mouth. He has never spoken of anyone in such a way before, especially not right in their face like this. It’s a testament to how frustrated he is at having to deal with her shit.
Emilia looks at him, taken by surprise herself, before shrugging it off nonchalantly. She turns to look at Mrs. Harrison and speaks in a more respectful tone. “Don’t worry about it, Mrs Harrison. I’ll get some at home.” Turning to face the boy, she says “Bye, Mark!” before leaving and getting into the limousine waiting for her outside, telling the chauffeur to take her straight home.
Mark just sighs as his mother spends the next several minutes berating him for the way he spoke to Emilia. He wishes she saw her mock him in the morning and not too long ago, but his mom seems to have been very impressed by the wealthy, popular girl, and refuses to see any bad in her. Probably because his mother was a cheerleader too, back in the day.
As he lies on his bed that night, reading and trying to get sleepy, he recalls the girl’s beautiful features but then remembers her callous words. She is so pretty on the outside but rotten to the core, he realises. Nothing could possibly redeem her. The girl’s truly crossed the line when she insulted his home. With another loud sigh, he places the novel on his bedside table, switches the lamp off and falls asleep.
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