Take her hard

“What do you say. Mr. Patterson?” In her role of the cheating Valedictorian, Ali grins at me confidently. After all, what any man wouldn't want two hot teens to deflower if he got the chance. It doesn't seem to bother her that she will be the one who will lure her friend into my clutches just to make her first time a little easier.

“No thanks. I'll find a way to get Miranda on my own.” She splutters, easily in her character of the spoiled honor roll snob. “You said you weren't going to **** me!”

“I don't think I'm going to have to, Miss Miller.” I laugh as I hold out the phone so she can see her blonde head bobbing up and down on my cock. “Not only do I have proof that you're a cheater, now everyone will know that you're a horny little cock-sucker too. Do you think your daddy would let you go off to Harvard if he learned what a little slut you really were?” I set my phone on her bedside table and hit record as I position it to take in what is about to happen on the bed.

“Mr. Patterson, please ... haven't I done enough?” Long gone is the arrogance and anger, all that is left is a frightened young woman who realizes she has no good options curled up naked on the bed awaiting her fate. “I'm your student.”

“I know, and I see now I have so much to teach you.” I tell her as I position my knees between hers and rub her gleaming pussy with the head of my cock. Alison's head tilts back and her eyes close as her mouth opens wide. She is no longer the snooty Honor Roll student, and I can hear the excitement in her voice as she urges me to finish what I started.

“This is so hot, Mr. P,” Alison smiles up at me conspiratorially, “That hypocritical cheating virgin is going to have to lay there and let you bang her hard, and all she can do is hope that it will be over quickly and that you don't knock her up.” The way she spells out the student's fate is really pretty fucked up and I almost decide that this has gone a step too far. As if she senses my reticence, Alison licks her lips again and assures me that it is OK. “It's not real, Mr. P.” She reminds me, "I know you could never actually do this, but go ahead; this one time and act out that wicked fantasy of yours all the way to the sweet end. punish her with that big fat cock of yours.”

That is all I need to lower my torso onto her slender body and position the head of my cock between her folds. Once she's confident I'm not going to back down Alison reverts back to the role of my **** victim.

“I'm begging you, Mr. Patterson ... don't do this ... ple - aaiigh!” I end the spoiled little brat's pleading with one hard thrust and Alison's sudden cry of pain is timed perfectly as her slick pussy accepts my cock. Her head turns to the side, and I see her blink away fake tears as she begs me to stop. “It's too big ... too much ... Oh please, Mr. Patterson, it isn't going to fit!” In hindsight, the words were a little bit hokey, especially after what we've shared already, but at the time her soft sobs were exactly what I needed to really feel that I was violating this young virgin and making her pay for her hypocritical dishonesty and faked propriety.

“Take it out!” Alison's eyes whirl wildly, “It hurts, Sir! It hurts so bad!” At this point I'm not even listening to her whimpering, I am going all out to fill this bitch with my cum and to make her remember her first fuck for the rest of her life. In spite of the soft protests, I can feel Alison rocking against me and her arms and legs cling tightly as I pound away.

In spite of my reservations, it does not take long for my balls to start to tingle, and I grab her by the throat and **** her to look me in the eye. “I'm going to cum soon.” I tell her and smile as Alison opens her eyes wide in fear and shock, “I'm going to fill your womb with my seed. Are you on the pill?” I can feel her body suddenly start twisting futilely under me as I take her. “I didn't think so. Why would a good girl like you need birth control?”

“You have to pull out!” When she realizes she has no chance of dislodging me, the cheating student tries to appeal to my better side. “My father will never let me go to Harvard if I get pregnant.” I have not forgotten that part of this fantasy is my getting **** on her sanctimonious father, not just the pretty holier-than-thou honor roll student. The image of this once proud Harvard-bound valedictorian with her belly swollen walking into the local community college is what sends me over the edge and for the second time in the night I fill her womb.

It isn't something that I'm proud of but knowing that I had destroyed this imaginary girl's life is part of the fantasy, and as we lay together in the bed, I pull Alison into my arms and let out a deep cathartic sigh.

Alison however is still ready for more. She looks over at the three Harlequins sitting on her bedside table and licks her lips.

“Those women are so beautiful.” I follow her gaze to the books as she whispers softly in my ear. “Which one of those heroines do you want to fuck, Mr.P?”