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"I don't see any reas...ahhhhhhhhmmmmm" you shut up while your dick slips inside your new girlfriend. When the crown of your dick passes into her tight little slit, you feel her almost sucking you deeper, and your whole body tingles with delight at the wet, soft cushioning of it. You pinch her nipple and both of you moan and arch your backs. It feels like your dick spends thirty whole seconds just figuring out how deep it can go. Her pussy's so tight it feels like it was made for you.

"Fuck me, John, and make that bitch take her pants off!"

You pull your dick half way out and clumsily drive it back into her, causing a yelp.

"AAaaii! Take her pants off forever! and pump me harder John!"

You find the rhythm you're looking for, pulling her into you with each thrust now, and as you spear her over and over you think about her request. Brinks probably took her pants off already, as soon as Laurie climbed out of her own shorts. The whole mall is probably naked now. You try to explain but the words-making part of your brain is currently on vacation with most of the rest of it.

You fuck the pretty little teen lying on the desk in front of you and admire her sexy, delighted smile. You rip your attention away for long enough to ensure Ophelia Banks will never wear pants again. All you have to do to make these things real seems to be to think about them. "Done," you tell Laurie, though you have no way of confirming that it worked.

"Wait, if I took off all my clothes, then..." she's realizing what you just realized, though she doesn't seem quite as distracted by the whole loss of virginity thing as you are. Your dick is in squishy, warm heaven right now and the rest of you is just pulled along for the ride. You grab Laurie by the hips and fuck her harder, and she stops talking.

After a minute or so, Laurie has begun to shift her weight around, her hips drawing ovals in the space between you. You can feel your dick inside her rubbing and sliding against new parts of her, and though you hardly know how it happened, you can tell when she find what she's looking for.

To your dick, it's more of the same delight, but Laurie is bent half-way over her back, screaming with some combination of pain and glee. "AHHHHHH! MMM! NNNNNGGG! FFFFFFFFFFFUCK ME JOHN FUCK ME!" she screams, bumping against Brinks' computer screen, kicking the office chair away from the desk, pulling your hair. "JOHN YES! YES! YES!"

You grab onto her tits and bounce her against you, poking her just how she likes it with every thrust. All at once she grabs onto your dick with her pussy muscles, like she never wants you outside of her ever again. Her grip is so tight it's almost hard to keep pumping her. She's shivering, clawing at your scalp and pulling your hair. Then just a few seconds later, she's panting, gasping for breath, and riding you slowly again, rolling her hips smoothly and slowly.

"mmmmm John?" You don't really need to answer. You just keep thrusting into her. "You wanna fuck with the Captain's daughters?"

You take the framed picture of the Brinks family and decide that neither of Ophelia's daughters should wear bras any more. "Done," you tell her.

"mmmm we won't get to see it though."

"Nope."

"mmmmm John? Are you gonna cum?"

"I don't know, I've never done this before. It's amazing, though, you're amaz..."

"Quiet, John, I have an idea," she says, and slides off your dick, which is basically the worst thing that's ever happened to you.