InnocentHigh – Bored Schoolgirl Fucked In Detention

**The Detention Dilemma**

High school can be a drag, especially when you’re stuck in detention. But for feisty Jasmine Summers, today proved to be much more thrilling than just a few hours of agonizing boredom. The Latin beauty, with her caramel skin and enticing curves, sauntered into the empty classroom, her mind already wandering to thoughts of her boyfriend. But little did she know, the real excitement was about to begin…

As she slunk into her desk at the front of the room, her uniform skirt riding up to reveal her smooth, supple thighs, Jasmine was blissfully unaware that she was being watched. Mr. Johnson, the stern, handsome history teacher, had been surveying his “charges” from his office adjacent to the classroom, his eyes immediately drawn to the alluring teen.

With an eyebrow quirk, he decided to engage the restless young lady. “Miss Summers,” his deep voice rumbled through the intercom, “I do hope you’re not going to waste your time today as you did in my class.”

Jasmine’s almond eyes flicked up, her delicate brow furrowing as she located the source of the voice. “No, sir,” she replied innocently, “I’m practicing a new pose for dance class.”

Mr. Johnson chuckled lowly. “Is that so? Well, would you be so kind as to demonstrate? For educational purposes, of course.”

The young temptress bit her plump lower lip, considering the request. What harm could it do? Rising from her seat, she began to move sensually, her body undulating to an unheard melody as her hands roamed her own curves. Her pert breasts strained against the thin fabric of her blouse, her darker nipples pebbling beneath the cotton.

Mr. Johnson shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his pants tightening at the erotic display. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he emerged from his office, his eyes hungry as they devoured the half-naked girl. “That dance is enough to drive any man insane,” he murmured, advancing on her.

Jasmine shivered at the strained quality of his voice, a rush of excitement charging through her. She straightened, giving him a coquettish smile. “Well, I aim to please,” she teased.

The teacher wasted no time in closing the distance between them, his large hand wrapping around her delicate throat. “Such a wanton little thing. Seducing your teachers…” he growled.

The girl’s nipples hardened into tight peaks at the threat, her loins growing damp with need. She arched into him, her nubile body pressing against his hard planes. “I can’t help myself,” she breathed. “You make me so hot.”

A low groan tore from Mr. Johnson’s chest as he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into the sweet recesses of her mouth. Jasmine clung to him, whimpering as a large hand crept beneath her skirt to fondle her smooth bottom. “Please,” she begged, “I need you.”

“Greedy little slut,” he snarled, but his fingers were already seeking the damp heat of her sex. He found her folds slick and swollen, her nectar coating his digits as he stroked over her throbbing clit. “Look at you, so eager for my cock.”

Roughly he yanked down her panties and hiked up her skirt, sending buttons flying as he freed his rigid shaft. Jasmine caught her breath at the sight, her core clenching hungrily. “I want it,” she whined. “Fuck me, please!”

The teacher’s eyes glittered with dark promise as he seized her waist and impaled her on his cock in one swift, ruthless movement. Jasmine’s scream of ecstasy echoed off the walls as he stretched her tender flesh, grinding his pelvis against her aching clit. “That’s right, take it like the whore you are!” he growled.

Mindlessly, the teen rolled her hips, impaling herself on his shaft as he pistoned into her mercilessly. The sound of flesh slapping flesh mingled with their grunts and moans, the heady aroma of sex permeating the air. “Yes, yes!” Jasmine keened, his public bone battering her sensitive button. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna-!”

Her words dissolved into a broken scream as she shattered, her wool-clad sheath rippling around his plunging cock. The teacher’s guttural roar quickly followed as he buried himself to the hilt, his seed spurting deep inside the contracting warmth of her young body.

Panting, they clung to each other, the girl’s arms locked around the man’s broad shoulders. As the last vestiges of pleasure faded, Jasmine lifted glazed eyes to his. “That was incredible,” she whispered, nibbling at his lower lip. “Will you take me again?”

Mr. Johnson’s answering smirk was lascivious. “Such an insatiable minx. Let’s see how many times I can make you scream before the bell rings.”

And right there in the classroom, the naughty schoolgirl was thoroughly debauched, her delicate body used for her seducer’s pleasure, over and over again. By the time the final bell rang, Jasmine could barely walk, her every orifice dripping with the evidence of their wicked coupling. Brushing out her tangled, sweat-darkened hair, a satisfied grin played about her swollen lips – detention had never been so much fun!