school

The next day at school, I was feeling a mix of emotions. I was still riding the high from the intense sexual experience with John, but I was also worried about how things would be with Aaron. I knew I had said some things that I regretted, and I wasn't sure how to fix it.

As I made my way to my cheerleading practice, I saw John waiting for me in one of the classrooms. I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.

"What the hell, John? Let go of me!" I said, trying to break free from his grip.

"Relax, baby girl. I just wanted to talk to you," he said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, what do you want?"

"I want more of what we had last night," he said, walking over to me.

I took a step back. "I don't think that's a good idea, John. I have a boyfriend."

He laughed. "Come on, don't be shy. I know you want it."

I felt my face flush with anger. How dare he assume that I wanted anything from him? "You don't know anything about what I want," I spat.

He took another step towards me, and I felt my heart race with fear. "I know you liked it. I saw it in your eyes."

I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. "Look, John. What happened last night was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened and it won't happen again. Now let go of me."

But he didn't let go. Instead, he pressed his body against mine and I felt his hard cock against my thigh. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "I know you want it. Just let go and enjoy yourself Sarah."

I tried to resist, but it was like a switch had been flipped inside me. I felt the familiar feeling of desire wash over me, and I couldn't help but respond to his touch. He kissed me deeply, and I felt my body respond eagerly. Despite my reservations, I found myself wanting more.

He pushed me up against the desk and lifted my skirt. I could feel his fingers sliding inside me, teasing and exploring my most sensitive spots. I moaned and arched my back, giving in to the pleasure that he was giving me.

As his fingers moved faster and harder, I felt my body tensing up with pleasure. I was so close to orgasm that I could barely stand it. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he stopped and pulled away from me.

"Please, John. Don't stop," I begged, feeling **** for release.

He smirked at me. "Not yet, babe. I want to hear you beg for it."

I felt my face flush with embarrassment. I didn't want to beg for anything, but I was so close to orgasm that I didn't care. "Please, John. I need it," I moaned.

He smiled triumphantly and started to kiss me again, this time with even more **** and intensity. I felt his hands all over me, exploring every inch of my body. I could feel his cock getting harder against me, and I knew that he was as **** for release as I was.

As we continued to kiss and touch each other, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I knew that I was about to come, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

With a loud moan, I came hard, my whole body convulsing with pleasure. John kept touching me, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm until I was completely spent.

I had just been fucked by John, a guy who I never thought I would even be attracted to, let alone submit to. But something about his dominance and power had me feeling things I had never felt before. I was still reeling from the intense pleasure he had given me, and I couldn't believe what had just happened.

But then, a group of guys walked past the classroom and caught us in the act. They stopped dead in their tracks, their eyes wide with jealousy and shock. I felt embarrassed and exposed, but John just grinned wickedly and pulled me closer to him.

"You like that, boys?" he called out to them, making sure they could hear my moans of pleasure. "You wish you could have a piece of this, don't you?"

I blushed at his words, feeling a mix of shame and arousal. I couldn't believe that he was showing me off like some kind of prize, but at the same time, I was turned on by the idea of all these guys wanting me.

John seemed to sense my arousal and pressed his body against mine even harder. He kissed my neck roughly, making me moan even louder. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it was driving me crazy.

"Please, John," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. "I need more."

He chuckled darkly, his eyes blazing with desire. "Oh, you want more, baby? You want me to make you scream even louder?"

I nodded shyly, biting my lip in anticipation. I couldn't believe how much I wanted him, how much I craved his touch. He had awakened something inside me, and I knew that I would never be the same again.

Without warning, John picked me up and threw me onto the table. He pulled off my skirt and panties, leaving me completely exposed. I felt **** and exposed, but also incredibly turned on.

John started to kiss his way down my body, his hands roaming over my breasts and stomach. I arched my back and moaned loudly, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving me.

As he reached my pussy, he licked a slow circle around my clit, making me gasp with pleasure. He continued to lick and suck, building up the pressure until I was on the verge of orgasm.

But then he stopped, leaving me hanging on the edge. "Not yet, baby," he said with a smirk. "I want to make you beg for it first."

I groaned in frustration, but I knew that I couldn't resist him. I needed him too much. So I started to plead with him, begging him to make me come.

"Please, John," I whimpered. "Please make me come. I need it so badly."

John just laughed, enjoying the power he had over me. He started to kiss his way back up my body, his hands roaming over my curves. I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh, hard and ready.

John started to finger me, making me squirm with pleasure. He knew just how to touch me to drive me wild, and I found myself moaning even louder than before.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" he whispered in my ear.

I nodded, my body aching for release. John continued to finger me, his touch becoming faster and more intense.

But he didn't take me right away. Instead, he started to whisper dirty words in my ear, making me blush with shame and arousal. He called me his dirty little slut and told me how much he loved making me scream. He made me beg for his cock, and I did it willingly.

When he finally took me, I screamed with pleasure. He was so big and hard, and he filled me up completely. I felt like I was being split in two, but at the same time, I couldn't get enough.

As he fucked me harder and harder, I felt myself building up to orgasm. I was so close, but he stopped again, pulling out of me just as I was about to come.

"Not yet, baby," he said, grinning wickedly. "I want your pretty little mouth to suck my large cock"

He thrust his cock into my mouth, making me gag as he fucked my face.

I could feel his cock growing harder and harder, and I knew that he was close to coming again. I sucked and licked at him, wanting to taste him.

And then, he exploded inside of my mouth, his hot cum filling me up.