Yesterday I fucked my daughter, and today I was still turned on by fucking a high schooler. She was so fucking young. It blew my mind that the new law allowed guys to fuck any girl he wanted while she paid no attention to him, continuing about her life as if nothing happened. I was surprised when I went into the high school and fucked my daughter right in the middle of class, but today I wanted to take things further.
I awoke early with my daughter, dropped her off at the high school, and waved goodbye. We still had not talked about yesterday, the whole fucking thing. Shit, I had even come inside her.
Pulling into the parking lot, I watched from my car as the girls walked into the school. It was summer, so the barely legal chicks wore skimpy outfits, showing off for the boys. They hiked up their skirts and short jeans so high I could swear I saw pussy lips when one bent over.
I followed the group inside after a few minutes, checking out who I might want to fuck. Glancing from room to room, I found girls that turned me on, but I wanted someone special. The next door led to a school facility building.
Curious, I opened it. Oddly, it was unlocked. I stepped inside the dimly lit room.
“Close the door, please,” a woman said sternly. I could not see her, but I shut it behind me.
I walked down a short dark hallway into a larger room. On the left was a news set: a desk with several video cameras rolling. A large “LIVE” sign glowed on the ceiling. The only person talking was the young girl at the desk. Everyone else focused on her, filming, moving quietly, giving hushed cues.
This was the High School News Channel, broadcasting live to the classes. I listened from the shadows near the hallway, about thirty feet away.
Cute as a button. Long black hair in a single ponytail, wearing the school uniform: white jacket over a tight black tee. Most students skipped the uniform, but she did not.
My cock hardened, throbbing against my boxers. Would it be wrong to fuck a student on camera? The law said yes. Smirking, I stood and rushed over, sliding behind her. I cupped her breasts, inhaling the soft, clean scent of her hair.
The lights were bright, but the cameras kept rolling as if I were not there. My hands groped her roughly.
She read from the script on the monitor beside the cameras. My hand found her pussy, soft even through her clothes. I turned her chair sideways, pulling her toward me. My tongue traced the length of her slit over her panties, catching the light aroma of her cunt.
I yanked her leggings and panties to her feet. She kept reading as if nothing was happening. Spreading her legs, I saw her bare high schooler cunt inches from my face. The cameras did not stop as I licked her barely legal slit.
I spread her puffy lips with my fingers, tongue gliding up and down her pink folds. She smelled fresh, like rain, clean and perfect. My finger circled her clit; she was soaked. No way to fake that physical response.
I tasted her fully, tongue running from asshole to clit, circling the nub before sucking it in. Her pussy clenched around my finger as I slid it inside, warm, tight, perfect. My cock throbbed, desperate.
The cameras rolled on as I ate her out. She was close; my tongue and fingers sped up. Her cunt squirted, juices rolling down my hand and dripping to the floor.
She barely paused her broadcast, face flushing red. Humiliating. I chuckled, tonguing her lips before burying my face again, sucking hard. My hands gripped her ass, pressing her into me. I could not breathe, but it was fucking perfect.
Coming up for air, I stood and shoved my dick into her mouth mid-sentence. It slid in perfectly. Her lips wrapped around my girth; warmth enveloped me. I moaned. I had wanted this all day.
She could not speak, so she held up a finger to the camera, wait, as I fucked her face hard. Grabbing her ponytail, I rammed deep. She coughed, spit coating me with each thrust. I held her down, loving the struggle for air.
Needing to cum, I pulled out. She choked, gasping. I bent her over the desk. Normally I was not into this dark, but her coughing and begging turned me on more. Wrong, but fuck it.
I spread one ass cheek, eyeing her tight virgin ass and bare cunt. Easy choice.
My cock entered her pussy first, forcing deep. She read about sports and weather as I penetrated her. Tight, hard to push in, even lubed from her mouth. I bottomed out, flush against her. Her pussy tensed, squeezing, massaging me. Her juices dripped down my balls as I pulled out and thrust back in. She jerked slightly against the table.
Cameras kept rolling. I went faster, grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. Pounded harder as her pussy begged for my cum. I wanted to fill her, but that ass called.
Her pussy squirted again, smacking my balls. I lubed my thumb in her juices and pressed it to her anus while still fucking her.
I pulled her arms back with one hand, riding her hard. Ready for her ass.
No sound from the crew as I pressed my tip to her anus and slid in deep, no warm-up. She jerked, a few tears on her cheek, but no scream.
I pulled out, re-wet in her cunt (it suctioned audibly), then thrust back into her ass. Gripped both cheeks, pounding. Watched my slick cock disappear into her tiny hole, fingers spreading her wide. Groaned with each thrust.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as I threw her forward. She gripped the desk, struggling to stay still enough to read. I pounded until my cock tensed, time to blow.
I switched back to her cunt, whispering, “Time to get pregnant.”
Grunted as I thrust deep. Pleasure rushed through me. Tight, had I taken her virginity too? Chuckling, I fucked until I burst, spasming, unloading thick ropes against her cervix. Grabbed her tits, held deep as I pumped more. “Yes, you are getting pregnant,” I whispered.
Spanked her ass, felt her pussy spasm around me, she came too. Groaned as my final load spilled out.
I relaxed, then pulled free from her creamy, dripping pussy. She kept broadcasting. I dressed, watching her pull up her panties and pants, sitting in my creampie, chair rolling back to the desk.
She wiggled in my load, face returning to normal. I stood there awhile, heartbeat slowing.
Walked out, closing the door. Seniors, barely legal, surrounded me outside. They had all seen it, along with teachers and parents.
I smiled, checked my camera. I had recorded the whole thing. Perfect…