Resist

You hold onto his dick to prevent him going deeper.

"Move your fucking hand." He says.

"No, Get off of me. I don't want your tiny dick inside me." You say, feeling the loud speaker button under your butt.

"It's not- UGH."

He rips open your shirt and grabs both of your nipples and pulls you towards him.

"Ow, what are you do-" You say as he brings you closer.

He pulls you into a kiss and he worms his tongue into your mouth. You try to push back but his grip on your nipples prevents it. He starts thrusting the head of his cock in and out of you. You maintain your grip on his cock to prevent him going further.

You two continue fighting for 5 minutes.

"Get ready bitch, I'm gonna cum in you." He gloats.

"Don't you fucking dare." You say through gritted teeth.

You squeeze his cock tight to prevent the cum from coming out. He pauses in confusion before turning angrily at you.

"How dare you, what if my cock explodes?" He spits.

"Then maybe stop forcing your cock into me you asshole."

He doesn't relent and starts a new strategy. He starts nuzzling your neck and massaging your breasts and nipples gently. His thrusts are harder but slower and he brings you to orgasm.

"S-stop" You say, trying to hide the pleasure you are feeling.

This goes on for 10 minutes. You have cum more times than you can count and so has he. You still maintain your iron grip to keep his fluids inside him.

(I can't take this anymore. I need something deeper, but I shouldn't give in to this fucker... But, maybe just-)

You release your grip on his cock just as the door flies open.

"What is going on here? Are you raping Miss Thompson?" The principle, Mr. Grayson booms.

Brad and you both look at him as he storms into the room.

"Jennifer, get up, you are safe now." He says, glaring at Brad.

You push off the desk. Brad's cock slams into your cervix as you slam your weight into Brad to knock him back. His cock falls out of you just as quick as it had slammed into your depths. Your knees buckle with a renewed climax but Brad fails to notice as he stumbles backwards into the Principle's chair.

You straighten your skirt and try to close your shirt, most of the buttons have broken off. You stand behind Mr. Grayson.

"I will not tolerate rape in my presence, in MY SCHOOL!" He roars.

Brad slinks lower in the chair. Mr. Grayson grabs a knife from his lunch box and shoos you away. He stands over Brad and grabs his cock with one hand and wields the blade with the other.

You stop at the doorway and look back to see Brad's face twisted in horror at what he is about to lose and endure.