“Take a seat, sweetie,” Mr. Rakehell said as he patted the bl*e bed cover.

Jennifer turned around, sat down, and looked up at him with sweet, shy eyes. He bent down, grabbed her legs from beneath her knees, pulled them up onto the bed, and then tugged her toward him so she was lying on her back. She opened them wide, began to untie the string on her soccer shorts, and in a low, shameful voice, said slowly, “You can’t tell Billy about this.”

“Nobody is ever going to find out, b*by,” Mr. Rakehell said, eager to see what was underneath.

She grabbed the waistband of her uniform, pulled her pants beneath her bottom, and hung them below her knees. Her underwear lay slightly to the side, exposing her v*gina from her previous encounter with Mr. Rakehell in the kitchen. He pinched, pulled on them, and brought the g-string over her right butt cheek so they would rest in place.

He spits over her soft white lips, grasping his p*nis to wipe it around. Watching him do this, Jennifer made a nervous face as he initiated sliding it into her. “Oh f*ck!” she said, very slowly, as she looked up into his eyes.

He pulled her a l*ttle bit further off the end of the bed to get more leverage over her and held the bottom of her shoes with one hand as he lost no time entering and exiting her tight spot over and over again.

“Oh f*ck,” Jennifer repeated as his swinging b*lls bounced off her butthole.

“Yes!” Mr. Rakehell exclaimed.

“Oh G*d!” she shouted.

Every time his p*nis slid into her, she whimpered. Their action together created momentum, making her *ss bounce up and down on the mattress.

“Ahh, ohh, Oh my G*d!” she cried.

Mr. Rakehell was enjoying every second of the experience. His inner deviant captured it’s prey, and now he was in a frenzy to plow into it.

She reached down and tried to make herself open up more by stretching the skin along her loins out with both hands. As Rick continued to pump in and out of her slender body, she used her fingers to pull the inner part of her groin further apart, to spread herself wider so that his long thick shaft would fit.

“Ohhh, it’s so big! You’re stretching me out, sir!” she groaned.

“Ahhh!” Mr. Rakehell hissed with pleasure.

He stopped momentarily, grabbed his d*ck at its base, held it like a small dagger, and then started a series of slow penetrations that made a wet, squishy sound every time he pushed in and out of her. Beings Rick was well-endowed; it made her a tight fit. She moaned as he continued stabbing her like a piece of meat.

A lot was going on, and everything was intense, but Jennifer wasn’t afraid and didn’t feel threatened. Even though Rick was spearing her with his big c*ck, he was friendly and not pushing himself on her. She knew he would stop if she asked him to; however, understanding that they were sinning filled her with remorse. Still, Mr. Rakehell’s student also felt like there was merit in fulfilling his p*rverted desires because of the personal growth and athletic guidance that he helped her obtain. She concluded that this was just a drillmaster’s job. Besides, she thought their actions couldn’t be wrong if they felt so right.

“Oh my G*d!, Oh, f*ck! Ohhhh!” she uttered again and again.

Jennifer’s head bobbed up and down on the bed as he entered and reentered her repeatedly. “Oh, I can’t believe we’re doing this!” she said in a disconcerted voice.

“Yes, Jenny, ohhhh, yes!” Mr. Rakehell cried in ecstasy.

She moved her palms underneath herself so that the tops of her wrists rested against her lower back and her hands could hold the bed. In a firm stance, Rick spreads her wide and pumps into her without abandon, like a ferocious wild creature. She extends her legs up into the air, pointing the soccer cleats on her feet toward the ceiling.

“It feels so good!” she screams. Excited from all of the stimulus, her p*ssy has loosened up and is receiving his c*ck with more ease. But then, Mr. Rakehell slows down and withdraws himself from his student’s shaved slit. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” Jennifer demands in a wild scream.

The friction that they were making had really heated up her engine. It took a l*ttle while to get it this hot, but now Pandora’s box was open, and there was no turning back.

Mr. Rakehell had put Jennifer into a frenzy. All her cylinders were firing; she had never had a c*ck this big in her before. Raging hormones replaced the girl’s conscience. Only one thing was on her mind, and that was to get f*cked.

Maybe it had something to do with the shortage of intercourse she had had up to this point in her life. Who knows. But one thing was sure: She was hell-bent on taking her trainer’s d*ck, and there was nothing anyone could do about it, even if it meant cheating on her new boyfriend, Billy.

Mr. Rakehell kneeled upward as he pulled his shaft from Jennifer’s swollen snatch. She looked at him and saw he wanted to take a short break from beating up her p*ssy. Rick’s student used this moment to prepare herself for another wave of ravaging.

Clenching her soccer shorts, she brought them up over her cleats and laid them beside her on the bed. Mr. Rakehell pinched at her panties in a motion to pull them off, but she clasped them with both hands quickly, drew them over her cleats as well, and tossed them to the side. The room reeked of hot s*x. He latches onto her waist and tugs her round *ss up to his face with her legs spread wide apart.

“Mmmmm,” he groaned as he looked at her slick package up close.

He spits onto her v*gina, preparing to poke it once again. Jennifer was watching him the entire time, discharging a low whining sound that leaked from her mouth. Even though she wanted it, she was anxious about knowing what would come next.

“Oh, f*ck,” groaned Mr. Rakehell as he pushed his throbbing p*nis back into her wet p*ssy.

Both began to breathe heavily and pant together as they initiated another wave of friction by driving against each other. Clasping his student’s legs by the ankles, Rick spread them wide open and pumped into her lily-white flesh.

“Ohhhh, Jenny!” he said lustfully, continuing to cherish every second of her defilement.

While she focused on taking the width of Mr. Rakehell’s girth, her mouth lay wide open as she helped widen her legs by pulling them apart with her hands. His muscular back flexed while he held her, and her cleats were swinging back and forth, pure evidence of her failed attempt to be unsullied.

“Ohhh, f*ck!” Jennifer screamed.

What was so wicked about the moment unfolding in Mr. Rakehell’s bedroom was how much Jennifer enjoyed it.

“Oh yes, f*ck. It feels so good!” Rick’s student howled as a perpetual movement of man meat sunk low into and out of the moist h*le between her thighs.

“Oh my G*d!” she cried.

Jennifer felt he would split her in half and loved every second of it. His b*lls tapped her butthole repeatedly as he ground into her with all the strength he could muster. Introducing his thumb to her pleasure, he rubbed it in circles around her clit as he looked up in the air with his eyes closed, focused on hammering her with all his might. Moaning and groaning ensued as craving took over, and depravity between them settled into the room.

“Yes, yes!” screamed Jennifer as he accelerated his momentum to pound her with all of his energy.

“Oh my G*d, don’t stop! Don’t stop,” she yelled.

He continued jackhammering her, and she continued screaming.

“F*ck, f*ck, f*ck yesss!” she cried throughout his apartment.

If his neighbors were home, they knew somebody was getting d*ck next door. Her head kept bouncing up and down over his mattress while she was gasping deeply, enduring his barrage of penile bombardment. The sound of their bodies slapping together ended when he pulled his c*ck out of her and swiped it several times against her slick pudendum.

Varsity Sl*t League Episode #5