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Chapter 6 by Cham3leon Cham3leon

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Conquer Lauren

Monday came, and school with it. Spotting Amy around school, you quickly grab her and snog her in an empty classroom – but sadly, you can’t take the time to properly thank her for last night. Walking around school, you notice that all the over-18 girls are still biting their lips whenever they see you, going weak at the knee when you meet their eye. You survey them, looking for future targets.

Then you see her. Lauren is easily the hottest girl in school. She's tall but not too tall, wearing short skirts that show off her long, smooth, elegant legs, and a shirt unbuttoned just enough that you can see right between her perfectly sized breasts. And her face – god, her face. High cheekbones, straight nose, dark, thin eyebrows, gorgeous dark blue eyes… none of this communicates the true distilled beauty captured by her features, framed by tumbling locks of thick, luscious black hair. Naturally, she's never without a tall, muscular boyfriend; but as you hang out in the common room nearby, you spot her quickly groping one breast with a hand, a quick lip of the lips, and sporadic lustful glances at you.

“Hey, Lauren,” you say.

“Hi,” she says haughtily, but you can see her eyes are actually hungry and lustful. She's one of the popular kids; you're not. She has a reputation to uphold in front of her friends.

“Would you mind going to the library with me and helping me with some of this project work? I know you’re great at presentation and graphical design, so I’d really appreciate your input.”

“Sure,” Lauren says with a sigh, feigning ****. Her friends, quickly bored, turn back to their conversation, as she follows you into a small, empty classroom.

“So,” she says, hand on hip. “What’s the project?”

“I’m going to be honest with you,” you answer. “There isn’t a school project I need your help on.”

“Oh,” Lauren says, her voice low and seductive. “Well, in that case, is there anything else I can… help you with? Anything at all?” She glances down at her breasts, then back at you with a lazy wink.

“Now you mention it,” you say with a smile, “I do have some stress that needs… dealing with. There’s so much I need to let out, if you catch my drift.”

“Oh, I do,” she replies, tossing her hair back. “I’d simply love to help you relax.” Gradually you start moving closer together, her gaze raking over your figure.

“Well, why don’t we get started then,” you say, your lips an inch from hers.

As Lauren inhales your scent, her composure shattered and she presses her lips against yours, months of longing being poured into a sensual kiss. You hold her head in your hands, fingers sunk deep into her voluptuous hair, kissing back with the power of all your longings and dreams since you first laid eyes on her heavenly body. You push her back until she's pressed against the wall, and expertly undo the buttons of her shirt, until her bra-less breasts jump free. They are large, perky and soft, and as you squeeze them Lauren gave a moan.

“Mmmmh!” She's biting her lip from the pleasure. “Please – please Michael, just take me. Just fuck me here. I don’t care if anyone comes in, I just… ohhhhh, I just want you inside me.”

Before you can think better, Lauren slides down her skirt and already-soaked panties, then slips your trousers and pants down, and guides your cock into her hot, wet pussy.

It fits like a glove, your cock smoothly sliding into her marvellous pussy, which feels hot, like a fever has taken her body. She rests her arms against the wall, bracing herself as you pound into her, sinking balls deep each time; neither of you have time to waste, with the possibility of discovery any moment exciting you both. With one hand you hold her pelvis, providing the leverage to thrust deep inside her, resulting in a moan each time; with the other hand, you explore her body. You start under her knee, sliding up the incredibly smooth, soft skin of her thigh, and round to cup her elegant ass, giving it a squeeze and prompting a louder moan. Someone could surely hear you, but neither of you care. You feel between her ass cheeks, just under where your dick is plunging in and out of that steaming pussy.

One touch of her clitoris is all it takes to bring her to a huge orgasm, her vagina pulsing around your cock, and a wail of pleasure escaping her mouth. As with Amy though, Lauren's pleasure only continues to mount, her moans only growing louder, and her pussy continuing to tightly grip your cock.

You begin to fuck her even faster and harder than before, the change of pace prompting another (smaller) orgasm from Lauren. Your hand searches higher up, gliding over her slim abdomen, taut like a drum, until it finds the fruits of her glorious tits. Your left hand even takes a moment to join the party, as you squeeze both breasts together and she cums all over your cock, lubricating it even further. Your left hand returns to its duty, as you slam into her harder and faster than you had ever done with Amy. Lauren is hardcore; she can take it.

Into and out of that hot, wet pussy, that clenches around your cock, holding her soft tit in one hand and her fit waistline with the other, your balls banging against her ass as her vagina begins to pulse continuously, causing your penis to pulse too, and finally bringing out a stream of hot cum, straight into her vagina. Lauren lets out an intense scream of ecstasy, her body shaking as a burst of blissful moans follows. Her legs collapse under her, and you quickly caught her in an embrace, her eyes still unfocused from the pleasure.

“Thank you,” she gasps, her beautiful face beaming up at yours. “That was the most… oh, the most amazing sex I’ve ever had.”

“You’d better get your clothes back on,” you grin, as the warning bell before lessons rings.

“Oh yeah,” she says in a quite ditzy manner. “That would be a good idea now, wouldn’t it?”

You help her get her shirt and dress back on, nervously glancing at the clock.

“You know, I’m going to break up with my boyfriend,” Lauren stated. You look at her with a supportive, but knowing smile. “He's nowhere near as physically attractive as you - and now I know, I could be getting sex this good… there’s simply no reason to stay with him. I just want to have more sex with you,” she continues with a pout.

“I would love that,” you reply honestly. “But right now, we need to get out of here and get to our lessons.”

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