Premature Ejessication

Alright, so this can't really be morally much better, right? That means it's also wrong. Ernest knew that somewhere in his power and sex-adled mind.

But this was Jessica Edwards, and she was kissing him back... and it was just kissing, right? He'd head to class in just a moment... once he was done just... kissing...

His cock hitched up her skirt... and her panties, now just half-covering one lip of her wet sex, provided no resistance to his meat hotdogging against her bared cunt as it rubbed most of its length across the hood of her clit.

Jessica's thighs tightened, then widened, then tightened again in faux masturbation of the dick lodged between them, but it was only because Jessica was in a fight of her own.

How the Hell did this happen?! She moaned into his mouth, and he parted his lips to let their tongues meet; his, eager, and hers, eager only by some involuntary sickness of the body.

God he smelled good.

Focus, Jessica! For all the stamina and security his wishes had given her, she had nothing to prevent the yearning she felt for his body; stringy as it was, he had the parts she wanted... needed... and she tried to focus on just how hard it would be to control him later if she let him take her in a school restroom of all places. "Oh, yes..." No! You say NO!

Encouraged, Ernest humped once, letting the ridge of his cockhead peel the hood back on her clit before rubbing its bared surface anew. Her arms clutched at him to hold herself up, and she whimpered into his mouth as she began to lubricate his dick. His hands went underneath her white cotton top and rubbed the small of her back, increasing the presence of his skin on her body. It was starting to feel like another font of wishes was coursing pleasure into her once again, only now there was no end to them: every square inch of Ernest that pressed against her was delivering this sensation, and he was just a few articles of clothing away from maximizing his surface contact-

God, what would happen to her if they were naked?!

Something wonderful, her body whispered as it heated up.

Ernest's thrusting picked up the pace as he found himself dragged into her spiral. He was making her feel good... and she wanted it... so was this it? The throbbing of his cock assured him of his moral integrity as he continued to fuck the thighs of the cheerleader captain of Eastlake High. He wasn't going to enter her--not until she asked him to, or did it herself--but he took enough pleasure in how close he was coming to the home run.

His right hand abandoned her back as it hoisted her skirt and squeezed a handful of ass... of perfect, thick, Jessica ass. His only ex-girlfriend had loved it when he did so, and she had been all of his sexual experience; the lesson was proving true for Jessica too, or else it just didn't matter where he touched her anymore, and her quickening breaths and shaking would continue to escalate-

... until the levees broke.

Jessica buried her face as she began to gyrate against Ernest's thrusts. She was coming... at school! Her hips rotated with her trained agility, he tried to keep his genitals in that warm, slimey space she made into a moving target. Fuck it felt right, she bucked and twisted her snatch, enjoying the feeling of how the flared head of his manhood kept almost hooking into her vagina proper. Jessica continued to tempt fate as she did this, teasing his tip without ever letting him-

Slip.

Her orgasm peaked, and she clutched, even clawed at him as her mind blanked. She continued to buck, feeling him move inside her-

...inside?

Jessica froze as the waves of pleasure shrank enough for her to think... and then bent her knees to try and lower herself, to get him away from her sex... except he was already well inside, and all she succeeded in doing is burying him inside her soaked birth canal... and making her clenching vagina touch every inch of that wonderful meat.

Ernest, his own mind going blank at the sensation of hilting the bombshell blonde gripping him, had forgotten all about Lisa.

She could feel it twitching... he was going to cum. He was going to cum in her unprotected sex. When was her last period? This wasn't the time to calculate that... and she was sure wherever it was, it was dangerous!

"Oh... M-Master... t-take it out... please, I-I'm... I'm not on birth c-control..." She wasn't moving to do it herself, and she was still shaking with her orgasm. She clenched him despite her words; her pussy squeezed him while her arms continued to clinch him. She was powerless to do it herself... and Ernest was only making it worse.

But now Ernest was finally pulled from the brink... and realized he had to save her himself. The tiny voice roared once again.

Shit... no no no no-! Ernest bent his knees... and slowly, almost painfully, withdrew his twitching meat before he could more than pre inside of her. No... um, Mrs. Chen popping pimples... Old Lady Petunia's wrinkled old bat wings that hung from her arms... Ernest did his best to focus on whatever anti-arousal thoughts he could conjure to prevent giving Jessica her first unprotected batch of baby batter. Truth be told, the events of the girl's bathroom was proving too much for him; between Maggie's groping and kissing and this, Ernest was teetering at his limit. He felt her clench him on his whole way out, and her thirsty sex was doing nature's best to put every temptation into his trembling hips and convincing them to thrust back up and make her a mother... make her his... That one... p-proof for limit of x under... Ernest maintained his focus... and managed to escape her moist trap without giving in.

His legs felt like jelly, but she was spared, "Go..."

Jessica still managed to be incredulous, even as she released him with a whimper, "M-Me? This is... hah... the girl's..." She looked down at her arms... and how they were still holding Ernest and pressing her tits against him. "F... fine. I'm... going." She let him go... and, with a double-sided slap of her own face, snapped out of some of the fugue his overbearing scent had put her into. With her own body still trembling from her peak, she stumbled towards the door as she tried to fix her clothes and panties -- God, her thighs were soaked! -- took some extra paper towels, and did the best she could before fleeing to use the toilets at the other end of the school.

Ernest, with his cock wet and too close to leaving his DNA all over the wrong restroom, just leaned against the bathroom counter with his back to the mirror. He rubbed his face as he tried to collect his thoughts, his morals, and the last scraps of self-control that had just barely prevented him from doing something terrible... well, more terrible than he had already allowed to happen, at least. His body was ready to run a marathon, of course... but it'd be satisfied with just a few more feet of dicking someone... even if it was just his own hand...

No! Not here... I'm... I just need to relax-