Her body is too inviting.

Sitting up on your knees, you stare down at Jennifer spread out in front of you. Looking at the discarded skirt, part of you was screaming, "Get up, make her get dressed, and pretend this never happened."

But another part, a part you thought had withered and died long ago. That part focused on the bruise already forming on Jennifer's throat, and it was hungry. Jennifer raises an eyebrow, silently asking the question.

In reply, your hands go to your belt as you begin to unbuckle it. Your rational side, with its thoughts of jail and career ruination, was drowned out by something far older and more basic. The reptile was in charge, and it demanded to fuck and breed this slut.

That sexy smirk of hers returns as Jennifer simultaneously unbuttons her shirt and spreads her legs, giving you all the room you might need. Shoving your pants and boxers down just far enough, the iron rod that was your cock flopped out.

"Nothing to be ashamed of there," Jennifer murmured, as her fingers flick the front catch on her bra, baring her tits to your ravenous gaze.

While you weren't Ron Jeremy size, nor were you the thickest. At 8 inches you never felt the need to hide in the locker room. Looming over Jennifer, you rub your cockhead between the lips of her sopping cunt.

"That's right, Mr. Clarkson, show me how a man fucks," she moans.

Stopping at her left breast, you give the rosy nipple a quick, intense suck. Leaving her breast, you kiss the teen. Jennifer screams her pleasure into your mouth as you spear her cunt in one thrust. Feeling you all the way to her cervix. Jennifer wraps her legs around your waist, gasping, "More."

The dam broken, you withdraw all 8 inches to thrust back in. "Slap, slap, slap" echoes around the classroom as you hammer her pelvis.

With teeth and tongue you leave no part of her tit flesh unsucked, licked, or bitten. Your body was going to pay for this, but all that mattered in the minute was imprinting yourself inside and out of Jennifer Marlow.

A constant litany of "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" erupted from her mouth.

Whether you lasted 2 minutes or 10. All of a sudden Jennifer wrapped around you like a limpet as an orgasm ripped through her. With one last thrust, you shout "mine," as you begin to fire salvo after salvo of hot cum deep into her cheerleader womb.

Collapsing onto the cheerleader, you lazily kiss her, feeling the aftershocks as her body tries to suck up all your seed.

After a couple of minutes you move off her to the side. She rolls onto her side facing you and kisses you. "We're so doing that again."

You nod and reply, "Just not here."

Looking up at the wall, you see that there are 30 minutes till classes resume.

Flopping onto your back, you start pulling your boxers and pants up. "We need to get dressed."

Standing Jennifer redid her bra and buttoned her shirt. Grabbing her skirt, she sauntered over to her things and pulled her phone and some panties out of her purse. Doing something with her phone, she then put it down and put on her panties and skirt.

Going over to her, she turned and leaned up, kissing you.

"Remember cheer captain and valedictorian, and this remains yours," she says.

You nod, and she picks up her books, heading for what little remains of lunch.

After she leaves, you head to the bathroom to clean up. Hopefully no one else was wandering by with how loud you two were.

Heading back to your classroom, you double-check to make sure nothing is out of place. Sitting down at your desk, the classroom door opens. Halfway expecting the principal along with the cops, instead it's the first of your 5th-period class.

Your phone buzzes in the desk drawer, and you check in quickly before the bell rings. You are stunned it's a text from an unknown number. It says "first cream pie of the year," followed by a picture of Jennifer's pussy with your cum leaking out of it.

Quickly stashing the phone in the drawer, a thought occurred to you.

How did she get my number?