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This time more points are on the line, so obviously Lena's going to have to work a little harder. (M- adult/f-teens, ped, reluc) *** Part 2: The Pay-up Lena had played hard. She was a sweeper, and her defense was impenetrable. "That's a lot more than you can say for her pussy," Mr. Bryant laughed to himself as he watched from the sidelines. He was holding a duffel bag of equipment, and he allowed himself a subtle grind against the rough material, his half-chub perking up at the memory of Lena's parting lips, the memory of emptying his balls in her throat. He thought of the way her hair, a mop of dishwater blond usually confined to a ponytail, had spilled over her face as she knelt down to blow him, dressed up for her date with that Nick Sauren kid. He wondered- had Nick kissed Lena? How long after a girl swallowed cum would someone be able to taste it? And – time. The game had dragged on, as the ref seemed determined to call every minor infraction, which was particularly galling given that their victory was so apparent since the first half. Soccer isn't football; it's pretty tough to come back from a 7-0 start. Their lead had given him plenty of time to fantasize, and it was all he could do to conjure up images of his obese aunt Marlene to calm what had become a raging erection in time to run across the field so the teams could shake hands. It wouldn't do to slap the palm of eleven players and four alternates of some cross-town school with his dick saluting as well, not that he couldn't have been persuaded to fuck each and every one of those toned and sweaty girls until they were cum-soaked, bruised and exhausted, given enough time and plenty of Gatorade. No, he reminded himself, think of Aunt Marlene, not what their goalie would look like stripped naked with her arms tied up to the goal post. Yum. He needed a fuck. Fortunately, spunky little Lena needed to pass his class, and their needs seemed to coincide. The girls tumbled into the school's locker room, and from the outside he could hear the sound of showers being turned on. The giggles and banter had an almost pornographic quality to them. He could almost imagine a sleazy director saying, "make it perkier, ladies! We wanna be able to imagine you girls licking each other's pussies before we see it!" Marti Green, a freshman with a ton of potential and a killer left foot, ran to greet him at the door. "Great game, huh Mr. Bryant?" She was mid-change and out of breath, and as she looked behind to answer a friend's question he could glimpse a few strands of kinky black hair peeking from behind her little white panties that proclaimed that today was Saturday. The undies were sleek with sweat, making them almost translucent. He could easily imagine the way her brown cunt lips would part if he pulled those panties down, the way her fresh, young juices would taste, the thrill of penetrating her with his tongue and fingers as he opened her up to accept his dick. His thoughts lingered on that as little Marti skipped away, kicking off her panties as she rounded the corner into the shower room, giving him a glimpse of a perfectly round ass. If more men knew the perks of being a high school coach, he pondered, the waiting list would be a mile long. He made a big show of covering his eyes as he entered the locker room, making vague congratulatory comments where they were due, urging practice where it was necessary, reminding the team about a scrimmage they had the following Wednesday. "Oh, and Lena," he finished, "excellent defense, but I've got some pointers about how to avoid drifting too far from the 10-yard position. Stick around after your shower so we can talk about it." The other girls piled out, to celebratory pizza dinners with parents and dates with boyfriends and other sporting events, and finally he heard the sound of the last shower turning off. He waited. Lena entered the locker room wearing a maxi dress and a light sweater. How adorably conservative. She pulled her wet hair into a ponytail and avoided his glance. "Um, did you mean it about drifting from the 10-yard? I didn't-" "Of course not, Lena. Take your hair out of that ponytail. You were much sexier yesterday without it. Did Nick Sauren like the way you looked?" He walked over to her, and grasped her breast in his hand. What a beautiful breast it was. Firm and soft, that sweet spot between a C and a D where you could still titty- fuck if the mood struck but not so huge they'd be swinging by her knees by the time she was thirty. He pinched at her nipple through the fabric while his other hand explored the curve of her ass underneath the thin fabric of her dress. She remained stiff and unmoving as his fingers explored lower, brushing against the mound of her vagina. "I guess so. He- yeah. He liked it." Mr. Bryant's fingers nestled into the crevice of her pussy, cupping from behind her ass as his hand worked its way into the buttons of her light sweater. "How could you tell? Did he get hard while you were making out? Did you give him the fourth blowjob of your life? Did you swallow his cum too, my pretty little whore?" His middle finger pressed into her through her dress as his other hand made its way through the buttons and down the top of her maxi dress. He found her nipple and twisted it, pulling her closer to him. She breathed in sharply. "I didn't give him a blowjob. We didn't even make out. He just kissed me goodnight. On the cheek." Christ, she smelled amazing. The kind of green apple Bath and Body Works shit kids buy- way cheaper than the Kiehl's his wife used. It had a kind of slutty after-school effect. He leaned down to kiss the nape of her neck, his fingers probing ever more eagerly. "How sweet. You know, Lena, with the final coming up so soon I think you should probably work on bringing that percentage you'll need to pass down a bit faster than a blowjob's going to get you." The tears that had been collecting in Lena's huge blue eyes spilled out over her cheeks. "Uh, okay. What do I… uh… have to do?" Mr. Bryant laughed. He pulled Lena's unbuttoned sweater off of her body, and slid the maxi dress down to the floor. She hadn't been wearing a bra- he supposed that was normal with maxi dresses, as his wife never wore one with her dress either- and her purple, full-coverage panties were way sexier on her than any thong has ever been on any whore Hollywood scarlet. Her body was slim but not skinny, toned with muscles earned from years on the soccer field. "You don't have to do much of anything if you don't want to, Lena. I'll do all the work. You me me fuck you and I'll give you a whole 5 percentage points. Why, that's an entire grade, depending on the scale!" Thank God Lena was so adorably stupid. Any negotiator worth her snuff would have demanded at least 10, though anyone with brains wouldn't be in this situation. "Um… I don't know, Mr. Bryant. I'm a… well, I don't know, I guess they call it a technical virgin?" Her voice trailed off as if ashamed. Mr. Bryant let out a guffaw. "Well! Technical! How modern. I guess you've gotten a few fingers in there, but no dick? Maybe some tongue? Just slutty enough to keep a boyfriend but modest enough to look your daddy in the eyes in the morning over breakfast?" Lena said nothing. Mr. Bryant continued. "Well, I'll spare you the worry. You're not a virgin, Lena. Penetration is penetration. Let's make it fair. We'll call it 7 percentage points. That's a grade difference no matter what the scale." Hot damn, 2 percentage points for fucking a virgin. If this deal worked out, the girl deserved what she got. Evolution bred the perfect little idiot for fucking and no mistake. In another time she'd be some harem master's favorite plaything, plucked out of some village for a life of leisure and perpetual sexual servitude. "I guess… I guess that's true. Okay. You can… you can do it. I… uh, I don't know what to…" Mr. Bryant shushed her, and led her over to one of the benches between the lockers. He supposed this was as good a place for a sexy little bitch like Lena to lose her virginity as any other. "Lie down, Lena. We're going to get you nice and wet. Try to have a good time." Mr. Bryant pulled Lena's purple panties to the floor slowly, marveling at the sight of the thin V of hair that was revealed. When his wife had been younger than this, it hadn't been the trend for teenaged girls to shave their pussies. Some of them waxed their bikini lines, but there was none of this near-baldness. This landing strip looked like something one of his whores would have, not a soccer jock. He imagined how delicious she would taste… but he didn't think he could manage to go down on her, not as horny as he was. He could probably bust a nut without even touching her, the sight of her little red clit poking up got him so hot. He could feel strands of pre-cum dripping from his cock already. He pulled her down to the edge of the bench and separated her legs. Her breathing quickened and he could see her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Calm yourself, Lena. It will hurt if you don't calm down. That's up to you, but you don't get any bonus points for it hurting." He unzipped his jeans and pulled his boxer briefs down to his knees as he knelt down in front of her. He jerked his drooling cock a few strokes as he looked at her gorgeous, spread-open cunt. He could see her wetness, too. It was as he thought. Lena was bred for fucking. The little slut was horny without even trying. He guided his cock to the lips of her vagina, rubbing up against her clit. He dipped his wetness into her vagina, mingling it with hers before teasing at her clit again. She sat up abruptly. "Wait, Mr. Bryant. Aren't you going to use a condom?" Her voice had a panicked edge to it. As well it should, he supposed, but he spoke with calming reassurance. "Lie down, Lena. No way you're getting a whole grade advantage with a condom. That wouldn't be fair, would it? I'm going to feel this whole thing, and so are you. No barriers. Don't worry, though. I won't cum inside you. I can't wait to see those gorgeous breasts covered in my spunk. Or maybe I'll cum in your hair. Would you like that? It's supposed to be good for it. Almost like a conditioner." He gently pushed her back down, and resumed his stroking. She was getting turned on. Lena let out a little sob. "Okay, I guess. I definitely can't get pregnant that way, right?" Mr. Bryant pushed the tip of his dick in a bit more, inching inside her slowly, mixing their juices. "No, of course not. You think your hair's got a uterus?" He shoved in a bit farther, and pulled out to rub again against her clit before sliding back down, leaving a trail of pre-cum down her soft, wet pussy. "My hair's got a what?" Lena asked, her body responding to his touch, her crotch rising to meet him with every stroke, pulling him inside. "Never mind, Lena. Now's when you shut up and earn your grade." He braced himself against the edges of the bench and pushed inside her, sliding at last deep into her pussy, bumping his tip against her cervix before retreating. He looked down, moaning with pleasure at the sight of his glistening cock disappearing into her hole, rutting deep inside, marveling at the little grunting noises Lena was making, too. Pleasure or pain? Did it matter? There was no blood. This wasn't the first virgin he had fucked, so he wasn't surprised. A lot of virgins have no hymen, especially rough little whores like Lena who played every variety of sport. All it takes is some lubrication and the tightest hole will open up easily to even a big dick like Mr. Bryant's. He grunted and pounded deep, smiling a bit at Lena's sharp, pained intake of breath. Well. Maybe not easily. "God, you're sexy, Lena. Look at your tits." He grabbed them in his hands, leaning forward upon the bench. This changed his angle and he could feel the backward tilt of her vagina. He could have cum right at that moment. The feeling of her squeezing down on his dick, the sight of her, her little noises, everything. But he wanted to draw out the moment as long as possible. He pulled out. "Are you going to cum on my stomach? Or- do I need to do something?" "No, not yet. I want you to turn around and lie on your stomach." She did so, and he positioned himself behind her again. He slid into her vagina from behind, marveling at the view of her muscular ass jiggling as he pushed in. He settled in upon a rhythm, thrilling at the wonder that a woman can feel so different inside from so many angles. This angle allowed him a really deep push, and with her legs spread he could slam into her with a nice amount of traction. "So sexy, Lena. You're the perfect slut. Nice deep vagina," He breathed deeply, feeling ragged, feeling close. He gave her ass a nice slap. "Perfect ass. If this whole soccer thing doesn't work out you should think of selling this cunt for money." He groaned and sped up. "Christ, it's amazing." Her little gasping noises were the sexiest sounds he had ever heard combined with the wet slap of his balls meeting her skin. "I'm getting ready to cum, Lena," he said in between grunts. He rose a bit, grabbing hold of one ass cheek as he pushed deeper inside her with every thrust. "Just don't cum inside me, remember!" She said, her voice muffled from her cheek being pressed against the locker room bench. "Hmm. Well. That's a problem." Heaven. Wet, hot heaven she was. "I think I want to, Lena. I think I want to fill you up with my sperm. Feel like making a baby today, little Lena?" God, this was bliss. He moved faster, biting his lip. "No! No! You said! No!" She began to thrash around, trying to knock herself off of the bench, but Mr. Bryant held her steady, pushing her back down as he grunted and pounded. "Oh God! Shit! Here it comes! I'm coming, Lena!" His balls contracted, and in a few deep, powerful squirts he came more inside her than he knew he ever had, from each baby-making blasts he had given his wife to the hot load he'd put into the occasional young whore he'd fuck without a condom. He gave it an extra thrust, relishing the wet heat, feeling his erection begin to abate. He collapsed on top of her, breathing ragged and hard. He took a deep breath and pulled out. Yep. There it was. His cum oozed out of her pussy obscenely as her leg twitched. He picked up her sweater and wiped off his dick before sidling up close. "Thanks for the fuck, Lena. Damn, you've got a good pussy. One of the best cunt I've ever fucked, and I've fucked a lot of cunts. So. Pregnancy. That's scary stuff, huh?" Lena was still breathing fast. She blinked out a tear and nodded. "I happen to know where you can get some Plan B. You know what that is?" Lena didn't respond, just kept breathing. "Of course you don't. It's a pill that makes sure you can't get pregnant. I happen to have one, because my wife thought she didn't want to have another baby with four little boys already in the house. Of course she was wrong- she's gonna bear any baby I put inside of her because she's my wife. But you're my whore, aren't you Lena?" No response. "You're my little whore, and you don't want a baby. And there's no way a pharmacy in Cincinnati is going to give you a slut pill at your age without a prescription. I don't suppose you'd want your daddy knowing what you do for grades?" There was an almost unperceivable shake of the head. "Good. So come by tomorrow. We'll let it cook up there for a little bit just for the thrill of it, shall we?" He ladled some of the dripping spunk and fingered it inside her, pushing it deep. No response. He started to walk away when he heard, "Mr. Bryant, I have… I have church tomorrow. At 11." He grinned. "Then you'd better come at 9. I'll be waiting, Lena. I'm going to leave the door open, ok? You might want to get dressed. I think the janitor will be by soon and you wouldn't want him to find you in a state like this. I happen to know Mr. Reyolds is on a sex offender list for a crime not totally unlike the one you'd be inviting him to commit. Then again, you're getting the pill tomorrow anyway, so what's one more man's cum in your twat?" He laughed. "Sorry about the sweater…" He strode out of the building, feeling like he'd been given decades back to his youth and vitality. Oh, cumming inside a virgin! He recommended it as a cure for any ill. Tomorrow promised great things. ~~ Hey guys! Thanks so much for reading. I've gotten some great feedback and story ideas from readers and nothing gets me off more than knowing I've gotten you off. Let me know! Send me an email at darksidecharles@gmail.com and make my day. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 76