Strangely bumbling into it, yes.

The satisfaction in being stuffed this full compels a feeling of love and warmth from the center of her chest. She never knew she could feel this stuffed and the longer this went on the more she craves it. Being **** against her consent like this is so wrong, and she hated how good it is.

The rightness of feeling this dirty old **** claiming Stacie’s defenseless innocent body and using her for his pleasure. Being powerless to resist him.

Still, there is something nagging Stacie at the back of her mind. Some detail she is missing that is warning her. Every time the dirty perverted old man drives his massive organ into her she cries out and her mind scatters into a million little pieces.

A voice from somewhere started screaming, “Ooohhh… uuuhh… eeehhh… iiieee… iiihhhh… uhh... Oh!!! Fuck yes!

“You… dirty… old… man… keep fucking me… forever…” The voice begs.

Hearing Stacie say that sends Coach Christopher McGill over the edge. This drop dead gorgeous teen begging him to fuck her bareback just does it. He slams his hips tightly into hers, driving his large organ as far into her vagina as possible.

Several streams of baby batter is belched out of Christopher’s mushroom head. The seed splashes through Stacie’s spasming cervix and paints the walls of her ripe fertile womb white. The egg that is laying in wait is doomed.

Christopher kisses Stacie with all his soul and passion. The afterglow is immense but it fails to be enough to make her forget everything. The feeling of love, warmth, joy, and happiness does confuse her a great deal.

How could Stacie be this happy with her former mentor **** her body. She must have actually wanted this, and somehow her Id told Christopher this.

“I’ll make love to you for the rest of my life” Christopher states unequivocally into Stacie’s bright blue eyes. He sweeps a platinum blond lock from her head.

“But… but I wanted to go to college.” Stacie states absent mindedly without any real focus.

Dazed and confused with Stacie’s Coach McGill’s declaration of love. Suddenly his actions all made sense. He was getting his attention and expressing his feelings for her. She never really noticed him fancying her before and that must have been her fault.

Christopher sends Stacie’s eyes and hormones a flutter as he kisses her succulent lips tenderly. “I will help you. We both can go to college. I’d get a Ph.D. and my second Bachelor’s… I will do whatever I can to help you be happy, love.”