Fuck Marissa’s Ass

Johnny’s question hung heavy in the air around Marissa’s head. This boy she barely knew, practically a stranger, casually asking for her deepest secrets — it felt so invasive, yet she could hear herself slowly starting to answer.

“I want my tight little ass fucked good & hard,” Marissa blushed. “I want a big hard cock to stretch me out nice, & to fill me with cum.”

What was happening to her? Her head spun with the sweetness of the shame from confessing her secret desires. Was it a dream? Johnny stood grinning over her, clearly enjoying her confession.

Marissa squeezed her eyes closed tight. If it was a dream, this was right before the part where she usually got fucked hard by a gang of huge dicks. She was pretty freaked out by how real everything felt, but realized she was powerless to stop it, & decided to enjoy it as best she could. After all, hadn’t she wished for this dream to come true?

“You sure have, Princess,” Jeannie said warmly over Johnny’s shoulder. “And your wish is my command!”

Marissa was stunned, as though seeing the gorgeous goddess for the first time. Where had she come from? It did seem to lend credibility to the dream theory. “I’m sorry?”

Jeannie laughed melodically. “Oh, no need to be sorry, I was the one reading your mind!” A devilish look overtook her divine features. “And from the dirty fantasies I saw, I’m pretty sure you’re going to enjoy this.”

Marissa could feel her heart beat faster, frozen in place. Jeannie was right about one thing: she was going to enjoy it. Her pussy had started getting wet with Johnny’s questions, & anticipation of a good hard fuck had her practically soaking her panties.

Johnny stepped forward & placed a hand on her shoulder, a keen edge to his smile. “Alright, good girl, let’s see if we can make you feel good. Wanna take off those clothes for me?”

Marissa blushed & looked around the room at the handful of other students still lingering there. She reluctantly but obediently grabbed the corners of her sweater & began to pull it over her head before Jeannie cut her off.

“Hold on a second, pretty lady! Do you need some privacy? Or are you a little slut that likes an audience?”

Does the class get to watch? Comments, suggestions, & new chapters encouraged!