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Bridgette's Sexy Adventures Ch. 01

By: Bridgette Anderson



As soon as the sun settled on the night of Halloween, Bridgette began to get ready for the coed party that night, knowing full well that there would be several of the older professors in attendance, not only to monitor the partying (making sure no one underage drank, for example), but also doing a bit of the partying themselves. It was a well known fact on campus that different professors were the choice ones for having at your party, due to their willingness to overlook certain rules.

Standing in her dorm room, she admired the outfit she had chosen to wear, having been picked out with help from one of her many boyfriends on campus. Being only in her second year at school, this was far from the first big party she had attended. Bridgette had always been known as a party girl, even in her hometown. Here, she was a wild redhead that the guys were always after.

Bridgette had dressed in her casual jeans and T-shirt for the journey over to Mason Hall, carrying her Halloween outfit in a bag. And now, standing in the upstairs dorm of one of her boyfriends, she began to get dressed in the outfit. Rolling her long white stockings up her sexy legs, Paul stood and watched her in the corner. She stood up, just standing there in the stockings and nothing else. "What do you think so far?"

Paul's lecherous grin formed on his face, and he walked to her, placing a hand on her hip. His pirate outfit mostly completed, all he lacked was the hat to top it off. "Damned sexy, as always, Bri," he said, calling her by his pet name for her.

Bridgette stepped closer to him, her bared breasts brushing against the front of his outfit. She moved her hips against him teasingly, knowing what his reactions would be. She had been his bed partner more than once in the past year, and he seemed to love it when she would tell him of her adventures with other men. "What if I told you that tonight, I was going to flirt with Mr. Harrison, and make him want me."

Paul's eyes flashed.. any other woman would have pulled back, sensing danger, but Bridgette knew that this flash was one of hungry eroticism, one that they shared in abundance. She felt his cock hardening against her bare leg, and he purposely pushed himself against her, grinding against her smooth, milky flesh. His words were heavy, laden with desire. "Damn Bridgette.. are we not enough for you anymore?"

Her smile turned wicked, naughty. She reached down between them, running her hand across the front of his pants, feeling his cock twitching and jerking in response. She knew just how to touch him, how to tease him, to give him the most pleasure. She gripped him through the material, then pressed her palm flat against the erection, rubbing him seductively. "And what if I told you I wanted you to fuck me... right now... before the party."

Her words were more than enough to send Paul over the edge and into the sexual oblivion of need and passion. He gripped her wrist hard and pulled it away from his now aching cock. Turning her arm around to pin it behind her, he held her hand there -gently, but firmly, just as she liked - and his mouth claimed hers roughly, intensity there that she brought out of him with her sexy acts. Backing her up to pin her against the wall, he did not release her arm.

Bridgette moaned into his mouth when her own was claimed, and grunted when he pinned her up against the wall. She felt him fumbling between them while they kissed hungrily, and heard the zipper of his pants, the rustling of his clothes. He finally released her arm, only to bring that hand around to tease her already wet pussy with his rough fingers. She cried out, her mouth leaving his. "Fuck me, Paul," she groaned out. "Please."

He pushed himself forward, his rock hard cock exposed, and it slid between her thighs. He lifted her right leg up to rest against his hip, then he pushed into her all the way at one thrust, sending a scream of pleasure from her lips. She wrapped the one leg around him, then the other, and he pinned her against the wall, fucking her like a madman, pushing her soft, pliant body up and down the smooth surface.

Each thrust brought a moan from her lips, and a gasp of pleasure. Paul felt himself slamming into her, all the way inside, over and over again. Her pussy clenched around him, her muscle control allowing her to squeeze herself around him each time he filled her completely. Paul's hand cupped the back of her head, bringing her ear down to his lips. "You're my little fucktoy, Bridgette."

A loud moan escaped her lips, and she moved her ear against his mouth, feeling him licking the supersensitive shell of it. Her next words were high pitched and loud, knowing that the dorm mates next door could hear her. More than once they had put on a loud show, for everyone else's benefit as well as their own. "Oh yes, Paul... yes... fuck me more." 

A hungry growl escaped his lips and his hand left her head, to grip her hips. He turned and fell with her onto the bed, his hips instantly bucking wildly against hers, pounding her sexy little body over and over again. The bed moved and slapped against the wall with each thrust, and Bridgette's legs wrapped him tighter, her stockings sliding against his bared hips. The sensation was one of Paul's favorites, having fucked her in just her stockings many times. "You still want to fuck Mr. Harrison, don't you, you little slut," his words ground into her ear.

"Uhhhn!" she cried out, a hard thrust accompanying his last word. Her body wildly moved beneath his, rotating herself upward to meet his thrusts. As low as the bed was to the floor, Paul moved to his knees and moved Bridgette forward on the bed, pinning her hips with his large hands and pounding her hard, while holding her still. Her breasts shook wildly, and she arched her back in response. "Fuck me, Paul! Harder!"

Paul felt himself leave his body, the delusional experience of knowing she was going to tease Mr. Harrison after they were finished bringing him to the pinnacle of desire's edge quickly. He held back, wanting to hear her scream his name as she bathed his cock with her sweet, hot cum. "You're going to cum for me first, my little slut," he harshly demanded.

Bridgette's hands moved upward to cup her own full breasts, her long nails teasing across the nipples before she grabbed them and kneaded them, teasing herself. With one final arch of her back, Paul's name echoed in the small dorm room, her pussy spasming around his cock, her body bucking wildly against his strong hands. "OH YES PAUL!"

Paul moved quickly to pin her under him again, bringing her legs around him once more to finish her off, riding out the wave of her orgasm as his own released into her, his head leaned back, his teeth clenched. Despite the desire to just remain still in her and fill up her hot little pussy with his seed, he pumped wildly into her, his head swimming.

Bridgette cried and screamed with the change in position, the orgasm peaking and then shattering her again in its intensity. She felt his body tighten above her, his cock twitching and exploding deep inside of her. 

Paul suddenly reached up to grab her hands and pin them above her head, dipping his face to hers and kissing her madly, his hips still grinding away at her. "You're going to fuck him, aren't you, Bridgette," he said as he pounded away at her body. "Promise me you will."

"Uh...I... promise!" she said between the hard thrusts into her pussy.

"And... you'll let me... watch, won't you," he licked across her earlobe, feeling her body shuddering in response. He knew she would cum again, if he kept it up, and it pleased him to no end.

She whimpered in pleasure, the thought of Paul watching her fucking another man sending her to the brink once more. She could not answer him, her mind overcome with the pleasure he was bringing her. Her pale, freckled skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, as were Paul's face and arms.

"My little slut," Paul said with a possessive whisper, even though he knew that he would never possess her, not in the way that he wished. "Cum for me again... knowing that I will watch you tonight."

His words send her over the edge once more, her second orgasm more intesne than the first, her body convulsing wildly under him. He rode it out, his cock pistoning in and out of her tightness, loving the feel of giving her the pleasure that she craved. He lay his body atop hers for a moment; kissing her, licking her earlobe, suckling at her sweaty, salty skin. 

He knew what the night would bring. And he knew his pleasure was only just beginning.

Bridgette's Sexy Adventures Ch. 02



Daniel Harrison looked at himself in the mirror, having just finished shaving. A handsome man at 34, he never looked his age, which helped him to fit in better amongst the students, and interact with them more on their level. He listened to their music, paid attention to their culture, and generally felt himself a much younger man trapped in the body of someone that grew up too fast. 

Unmarried and unattached, he had formed some relationships with a few of the female professors on campus, and one grad student two years ago. But he found himself hungering as of late, for something different. Something hotter, more explosive, than the typical six-month flings with women that always wanted more of him than he was ready to give. 

Running his large hands through his sandy blonde hair to muss it up just slightly (the way he always preferred to wear it), he finished dressing in his casual shirt and pants while his mind wandered. He knew why the students of Mason Hall had requested him to be the 'chaperone' of the night. He was familiar with most of them, whether from class or from hanging out in the student center with them. A few of the female students caught his eye once or twice, but he was always carefully neutral, mindful of the campus rules.

Walking over to the residence hall, a small bottle of vodka in his jacket pocket, he realized that the party was already in full swing, the sounds of music and laughing drifting down through the treeline. He looked upward to the windows that faced his direction, some of them lit with lamplight, others dark. He felt his steps falter as he noticed a silhouette against the curtains in the corner window of the third floor.

It was the figure of woman. A voluptuous one at that! His groin stirred to life as he stood on the walkway, his head turned upward, eyes glued to the image. She was obviously getting dressed... he could see her putting on a button-up shirt. Tearing his green eyes from the sight, he smirked to himself. 

Every year, Daniel learned all the dorm rooms' occupants by hall and number; it was a challenge to him, even with his photographic memory. He knew that particular dorm room belonged to Paul Stephens. Looking up again, he saw the waves of hair in silhouette around the figure's shoulders. Then, he saw a larger figure, one of a man, kissing the woman, then leaving.

He knew that woman's figure anywhere. Bridgette Anderson. She had been seen with Paul on more than one occasion, and Daniel himself had spent the last several months in private study of the 19 year old's fantastic anatomy. 

She did not have him for any classes, though she had appeared in the hallway outside his classroom once, obstensibly to wait on a girlfriend. But Paul had found her barely dressed. She had been wearing a short yellow dress, one that barely covered her full, freckled breasts, and was so short that if she had leaned over, her ass would have been revealed. She remained long after Daniel had left, but Daniel always told himself that when he had felt her eyes burning onto his back as he walked away, that he had imagined the whole thing.

Finally stirring when voices from the porch called his name, he smiled and walked into the dorm house, laughing with all the students while they showed off their costumes. Most of them were of the same variety. He noted them all as he made his way through the house, and to a spot near the bottom of the staircase. Fairies, witches, animals, horror movie icons and pirates, to name a few.

Motion from the staircase caught his eyes, and Daniel looked up to see Paul Stephens descending into the main room, pirate hat in hand, and a smug, satisfied smile on his face. Their eyes met, and Paul nodded to Daniel. "Mmmhmm," Daniel thought to himself, fighting down the urge to moan, when he realized what he had witnessed in the window had been the last moments Paul and Bridgette spent together after having sex.

His mind drifted again, the noise of the party almost unheard as he remembered coming to the dorm house, some weeks before, looking for Paul...

He had gone upstairs, heading for Paul's room. It was the middle of the day on a Saturday, and most of the dormitory's student occupants were either in the Student Center, or elsehwere, because the hallways were mostly empty. As he was ready to knock on Paul's door, he heard a thud against it.

Standing there for a moment, he was ready to knock again when he heard the passioned sounds of a woman from the other side of the door. He heard scraping, jostling.. he looked down and saw shadows up against the door. Stepping to the side, he could not stop himself from listening to the goings-on inside.

"Bridgette," he heard Paul mutter almost incoherently. "Tell me more. Tell me what he was like."

"Mmmm.." came Bridgette's higher pitched voice from beyond the door. "His cock was so big, baby. And he fucked me hard.. harder than anyone ever has." 

Another thud against the door; Paul pushing Bridgette up against it, pinning her there with his large, muscular frame. She cried out, then moaned, "Fuck me...please Paul."

Daniel bit his lip, fighting the urge to moan aloud, listening to the two of them on the other side. Knowing the dorm room next to them was empty, he ducked inside of it, closing the door and then standing against the doorway that linked the two rooms. He could hear them as well as if they were in the same room with him.

There were no words spoken for a time. All Daniel could hear were the sounds of moaning by each of them, the rustling of clothing. Then, another thud, right up against the door he was standing behind! He looked to make sure it was locked, and finding that it was, he moved to the door that led to the hallway, and locked it. Coming back to the common door, he could hear Paul's voice from the other side.

"My sexy little slut," Paul's words came muffled. It sounded as if Paul's face was buried against Bridgette's figure somewhere. His hips were griding against hers, her back pressed agaisnt the door, making the door vibrate. Daniel could see the two of them in his mind. "How did he fuck you, hmm?"

Daniel felt his body tightening, tensing. His cock hardening rapidly in his pants, he reached down to massage himself through the cotton, causing himself to moan, and close his eyes. He imagined Bridgette, pinned nude against the door, Paul's hands covering her arms, holding her there, a prisoner of passion.

Bridgette's voice came in a strained moan. "He tied me up, Paul. Tied me to the bed and fucked me for hours." Bridgette cried out suddenly, the door thudding so hard that it shook on its frame. Paul had just impaled her with his cock, while she stood braced against the wood.

"He fucked you like the little whore that you are, didn't he..." Paul said with a growl, each word punctuated by a thump against the door. Daniel listened closely to the sounds of pleasure that Bridgette was making. The little gasps, the moans, the strained cries when Paul would pound her tight little pussy hard. 

He imagined the feel of it around his own cock... reaching his hand into his pants, he wrapped his hand around the throbbing shaft, aching with need. Gripping it tightly, he stroked himself with the rhythm of Paul's fucking of the hot little redhead just on the other side of that door.

"OHHH... YES PAUL!" Bridgette screamed out, crying in pleasure as Paul continued his assault upon her. The rhythm of the pounding never sped up, but the intensity seemed to increase, and Daniel jerked his cock harder each time, feeling his balls tightening, moaning Bridgette's name quietly when she called out.

Paul kept his rhythm steady, so much so that the only evidence Daniel heard of his orgasm was a hard grunt when his cock exploded inside of her. He continued the fucking, and when Bridgette's orgasm sent her voice spiraling upward in tone, Daniel came as well, shooting cum from the end of his cock in hard spurts, landing on the floor in front of him. 

Daniel shook himself from the erotic memory, reality flooding back to him in an instant when someone bumped his shoulder. He looked around and took off his thin jacket and held it over his arm, trying desperately to hide the erection that had formed while the images overtook his mind.

Little did he know he would get an eyeful of that same redhead in just a short amount of time.



Bridgette's Sexy Adventures Ch. 03



Bridgette stood back and studied her Halloween outfit in the full length mirror, smiling at her own reflection. Dressed in a very short, red plaid skirt, her thigh high white stockings with a white garter, and white button up blouse. Turning this way and that, she considered the way it looked on her.

She wanted to look like the slutty schoolgirl. Problem was, she didn't think she looked slutty enough. She knew that Mr. Harrison was downstairs by now, and the thought of the night ahead sent shivers across her freckled skin. Reaching up to twirl one of her girlish pig-tails, she then ran a hand along the curve of her breast and down across her flat stomach.

A change was needed; Paul had been right. After they had cleaned up together, he told her to leave off the bra, and leave the blouse unbuttoned when she came downstairs. She smirked to herself, then unbuttoned the blouse, removing the bra before rebuttoning it. After a moment's pause, she unbuttoned most of it again, only leaving the bottom two fastened. Ah, that was the look she wanted, she thought to herself. Stepping out of Paul's room, she started downstairs.

Daniel stood at the bottom of the staircase, sipping on the iced tea in his hand. He had spiked it with the liquor secreted into his jacket pocket, although none of the students or other professors in attendance had seen him do so. Exchanging pleasantries with those that passed close to him, he kept his eyes moving about the room, watching the students dancing, flirting. Thinking about the ones he wanted to take upstairs to an empty room - yearning for their tight, smooth flesh.

Then, he spotted Bridgette, descending the staircase. His heart instantly thudded against his chest, the erection that had formed when he remembered hearing her and Paul fucking each other that day springing back to life beneath the fabric of his pants. He swallowed thickly, transfixed by her open sexuality.

Bridgette's eyes fell on Daniel immediately, watching him, watching her. She felt the burn of his green-eyed gaze on her breasts, bouncing beneath the opened white blouse. She turned her head a bit and saw Paul nearby, watching her as well. Paul winked at her, nodding his head very slightly in Daniel's direction. Daniel was oblivious to this, however, lusting after the sexy 19 year old coming down the stairs.

Daniel blinked and turned his eyes elsewhere, looking around at the other students, afraid he was being to overt about his desire for the woman, 15 years his junior. But he could not help himself - his eyes turned back to her, a low moan coming into his throat while he watched her toying with the strap of her garter that held up her white, thigh high stockings. Her eyes had averted back to him as well. 

She winked at him, snapping the strap of her garter once more. Daniel blinked, smiling suddenly at her flirtiness. Was she really flirting with him, or was it just her playful nature? He had never seen her dressed this way, and was now damned glad of it. He wanted her, desperately, and the lust he held for her burned in his heated gaze. Her smile remained, growing more when she saw that lust.

Paul, for his part, watched the exchange between the two of them, feeling his own cock growing in his pants. He fought the urges down, however, because he knew that if he did not, he would take her back upstairs before she had a chance to fulfill her ( and his ) fantasy, to tease Mr. Harrison madly.

When Bridgette reached the base of the stairs, another guy came up behind her, saying while he pressed his hips against her sexy ass, "Damn, Bridgette! Girlfriend, you're gonna kill me." Paul watched with a smirk. Bridgette had been with alot of the guys in this room. Bridgette's eyes closed for a moment, then opened, fixed on Daniel. A gasp came from her lips, knowing that he was watching her.

Daniel envied the young man pressing against the tight little ass beneath that skirt. He had always thought she was hot, but tonight more than ever. The rules be damned, he wanted to fuck her, and fuck her like a wild man. He wanted her to scream his name the way she had screamed Paul's, the way she had probably screamed the name of the guy behind her now. A low growl emitted from his lips, wanton lust growing in his loins.

Bridgette turned her eyes over her shoulder, smiling and laughing lightly at the guy behind her. He smacked her ass playfully and then moved on into the main room. Paul then seized the opportunity to walk up to her. Bridgette turned her back to Daniel, and she saw the look of smug satisfaction on Paul's face. "He wants you, Bridgette," Paul whispered, standing so close to her that Daniel could neither read his lips nor hear his words.

Bridgette brought up her hand, trailing a long, red fingernail across the buttons of his pirate shirt. "Mmmm... He's not the only one." She winked up at him, then turned her back to him, facing Daniel once more. Reaching over to the table to grab a glass of soda ( spiked, of course ), Paul stepped up close behind her, lifting her skirt a bit to rub his hand over her smooth ass, and press against her once more.

Daniel watched the two of them, his cock throbbing in his pants. He knew they had fucked before the party, and he was jealous of it. He wanted to feel his cock slamming into that tight little pussy, wanted to make her crazy with desire. A naughty smile formed on his face, and to his surprise, saw it returned by the hot little redhead. His eyes watched Paul teasing her, rubbing her ass openly. Bridgette's movements had opened the blouse more, and Daniel could very clearly see her firm, luscious tits. 

Paul pretended not to notice Daniel, although he knew the professor was watching the two of them. He leaned down to whisper in Bridgette's ear, "He's hot for you. You're going to fuck him like a good little slut, aren't you?"

Bridgette carefully kept her words neutral, so as to not betray how turned on she became when Paul's words fell onto her ear. "Only if you stand guard outside the kitchen and watch us, lover."

Paul growled low in her ear, licking her ear lobe. "That's my good little whore." He slapped her ass as well, though harder than the other guy had. He turned away from her, but did not bother to straighten out the plaid skirt, leaving part of her ass fully exposed. When he moved away, Bridgette turned back to the table to put down her glass, and Daniel could see that she was not wearing any panties. He moaned loudly.

Bridgette then turned, walking slowly toward him. Daniel's posture straightened, as stiff as his cock, which ached painfully. She walked right up to him, her smile deceptively innocent. "Hello, Mr. Harrison."

"Good evening, Ms. Anderson," Daniel said evenly, taking a big drink of the Manhattan. "Nice to see you."

He wasn't fooling Bridgette. She could see the evidence of his arousal behind the cotton of his casual pants, could hear the heaviness of it in his voice, and see it reflected back at her in his green eyes. "Nice to see you too," she said in return, nibbling her red lower lip. 

Daniel openly stared at her opened blouse. Her full breasts jiggled each time she moved, and he could see them so plainly now. He wanted to grab them, to twist those pert little nipples so hard that she would cry with the pleasure of it. "Your...costume...is very original," was all he could manage to say, his voice suddenly hoarse.

"Paul thought it was nice too," Bridgette said with a wink, reaching up to toy with one of her pig-tails. After a moment's silence, she continued. "You know, it's just much too noisy in here for me. I think I'll go hide in the kitchen for a while." She stepped past him, allowing her hand to brush against the crotch of his pants. She looked back over her shoulder at him, blue eyes shining, a clear invitation for him to follow.

Daniel groaned, his eyes drifting closed for a moment. He turned immediately to follow her, knowing he was going to fuck the sexy redhead, even if she did not want it to happen. She had teased him too much.



Bridgette's Sexy Adventures Ch. 04



Bridgette looked over her shoulder to see Mr. Harrison following her into the kitchen. She could also see Paul shadowing the two of them, although he stopped at the door when it rocked shut behind Daniel. She knew now that she and the professor would be alone, and that Paul would be listening and watching the two of them. 

Daniel's green eyes watched Bridgette's sexy ass move while she walked ahead of him, not knowing that Paul would observe them through secret means. With a smirk, Paul turned to one of his football buddies, whispering prearranged instructions for him and three others to guard the other entrances to the kitchen. They knew they would be rewarded at a later date. 

After making sure the guards were in place, Paul moved quickly away from the kitchen area and back upstairs. Ducking into one of the computer labs, he locked the door behind him, and switched on one of the computers. A preloaded program came up, revealing a webcam's view of the kitchen area. Pressing the record button on his DVD burner, he saw Bridgette step into the frame, chancing a quick glance upward. She knew exactly where the camera was hidden. 

When Bridgette turned to look at Daniel, she reached up to toy with her hair in a playful manner. Making her way through the crowd of people and into the kitchen had opened up her blouse even more, her breasts almost fully revealed. "Wonderful party, isn't it, Mr. Harrison?" 

Her coy, fake innocence made Daniel squirm, eager to grab a hold of those pigtails and fuck her from behind, using them as leverage to pound that tight little pussy of hers. But, he kept up with the game she was playing, loving every moment of it. His eyes hungrily took in the sight of her breasts beneath the cotton. "It certainly is lively," he replied. "But tell me something, Bridgette." He stepped closer. "Are you a good little schoolgirl tonight, or a naughty one?"

Bridgette's blue eyes wandered down the front of his body, openly pausing on the crotch of his pants, seeing his cock twitching beneath the material. She then raised her eyes up to his green ones. She stepped closer to him as well, running a long, red fingernail down the front of his shirt and across his well-toned abdomen. "I would love to be a naughty little girl, Mr. Harrison." Her voice oozed sexuality and innocence at the same time. 

"And how naughty would you like to be, Bridgette?" he asked with a lecherous grin. "Are you wanting to be naughty like not doing your homework, or naughty like being alone in a room at a party with a much older professor?" His hands moved from his side to rest on her hips, no longer able to control the desire to touch her. 

Bridgette took a deep, shaky breath, her desire rising. The fucking that Paul had given her earlier had only served to make her want to be fucked by Mr. Harrison even more. She knew that Paul was upstairs watching, and she knew that his buddies would be watching the show later, as part of their reward for guarding the kitchen. Her nipples hardened at the thought, pushing through the fabric of her blouse. "Alone with a teacher kind of naughty, Mr. Harrison." 

Daniel's heart hammered against his ribs, his hands frozen on Bridgette's hips. She was receptive to his touch, and he knew now that he had been played, that she had teased him until he wanted her. Well, he was going to give her what she wanted now. But his eyes moved to the door, thinking someone could enter at any moment. The sounds of the party outside filtered in to kitchen. "I have to warn you, Ms. Anderson," he said hoarsely, "I may appear to be a mild mannered college professor, but I am a very naughty man. Maybe even too naughty for you." 

"No one can be too naughty for me, Mr. Harrison," Bridgette replied, still using his formal title, loving the way it sounded. She lowered her hand from trailing over his abdomen and down in between them to the front of his pants, feeling his erection pulsing and twitching in response to her touch. She pressed closer to him, her breasts brushing against him. Her hand knowingly moved against his cock through the fabric of his clothes. 

Daniel grunted, and pressed forward against her touch, his rock hard cock aching with her touch. Raising a hand up to her face, he traced her smooth skin with his finger, moving it down to her neck, and then lower. His other hand joined the journey, and he yanked apart the blouse. The last two buttons fell away to the floor, his eyes feasting on her full, luscious breasts. Bridgette shuddered and moaned when his fingers deftly moved over the pert nipples, pinching them and teasing them. Pushing his hips against hers, one of his hands went behind her and ran along the skin of her ass and down to her milky thigh. 

Bridgette's eyes drifted closed, feeling Daniel's hand moving along the curve of her ass and then lower. A gasp escaped her lips when she felt his fingers teasing the top of her stocking, then moving along the straps of her garters. Her thighs parted a bit, feeling his other hand now also on her ass, exploring, committing the feel of her to his memory. He squeezed her ass, then whispered a command: "Turn around for me." 

Bridgette did so, brushing her hip against his crotch, feeling the hardness of his erection against it. Daniel immediately grabbed her hips hard, pulling her back against him, and rubbing his hips against her shapely backside. He grunted low in his throat, and Bridgette's face turned upward, arching her back to press herself more against him. Her legs parted, feeling him rubbing the ridge of his cock up and down between her ass cheeks. 

His hands left her hips after a moment, feeling her take the initiative of rubbing her ass against him. Daniel reached around her and under her opened blouse, taking her breasts in his hands and squeezing them, using them to grab her and pull her back against him. He slammed his hips into her hard, feeling her body shudder with the impact, and groaned her name out loudly when she gasped in pleasure. "Bridgette.. God." 

"Oh Mr. Harrison," she moaned in response, her tits pushing into his hands. Her hands gripped the counter top in front of her, pushing herself back against him. She spread her feet more now, her skirt all the way above the curve of her ass, breasts jiggling in his hands with the motion of their dry humping one another. 

Daniel ran his hand down between them, between her ass cheeks and lower, extending his fingers to brush lightly against the outside of her hot, wet pussy. He felt her shudder in satisfaction, and he delighted in the way she pushed back against him, encouraging him and teasing herself. His words were low, a dangerous growl in them. "Your tight little pussy needs to be fucked, doesn't it?" His fingers continued toying with her, moving across her slit and then back up the crack of her ass, to tease her asshole with his wet fingers. 

Her hands gripped the counter hard, feeling her legs buckle with the pleasure of the moment. His fingers moving along the outside of her pussy bringing her the greatest satisfaction...how could he know that was how she masturbated most the time? "Oh yes, Daniel," she moaned his given name for the first time. "I need to be fucked by a real man like you." 

Daniel grunted, his name coming from her lips in a moment of pleasure almost sending him into the oblivion of lust. He wanted to unzip his pants and fuck her right then, but he wasn't through with her yet. And he wanted to hear her say his formal name over and over again in the heat of passion. The thought gave him a feeling of power over her. He stepped back and pushed her skirt up the rest of the way, raising his hand and slapping her ass with his opened palm. Bridgette cried out in pleasure. "Call me Mr. Harrison, you little slut, or you'll get nothing." 

Bridgette's mouth hung open, her eyes squeezed shut when she felt the sting of his hand against her ass. But she loved it. Her pussy quivered inside with anticipation. She looked back at him, her blue eyes burning with need. She watched him unzip his pants and push them away, his cock springing free, dancing in the air between them, long and thick. The sight of it near took her breath away. "Yes, Mr. Harrison," she said in response to his demand. 

Taking his cock by the base, Daniel stepped back up to the sexy redhead, pushing her upper body forward a bit. He ran the head of his hard cock across the outside of her pussy, teasing her, feeling her juices coating him. The smell of her arousal drove him wild with passion. He fought his urges so that he could continue teasing her. He moved the tip up between her cheeks, pushing against her asshole. He didn't enter, just let the pressure be felt. "Is that what you want, you dirty schoolgirl slut?" He pushed harder, threatening to break the plane of her anus. 

Bridgette had been moving her hips in time with his cock rubbing the outside of her pussy, but when she felt him pressing against her ass, she whimpered with the pleasure of it. "Unnnnhh! Yes, Mr. Harrison," she fought to say evenly. "Please give it to me. Fuck me anywhere, everywhere." 

Daniel pulled back a little, easing his cock back down between her legs...his thumb replaced his cock against her asshole, pushing against it. With one shove he drove his hips forward, impaling her with his cock and pushing his thumb just barely into her ass at the same time. She cried out, throwing her head back, red hair coming loose from her pigtails to fall around her face. He pulled his cock out, wanting to see it glistening with her juices. "Damn, Bridgette," he moaned, his thumb still in her ass, and pushing further. "Your ass is so damned tight." And then he thrust hard into her again, all the way. 

She pushed back against him when he thrust into her once more, her tits bouncing underneath her. She gripped the side of the counter under her with one hand, and gripped the opposite side with the other, giving herself leverage, allowing her to push back against him each time he pushed forward. She felt his thumb now pushing back and forth in her asshole, the muscles there giving way to his invasion. His next words made her moan again. "Mmmm...you're such a dirty, dirty girl."

Daniel grunted, feeling her pushing back against him, feeling her pussy contracting around his cock every time he pushed all the way inside of her. His thumb working her ass sent her into fits of moans and cries, her legs spreading more, laying her upper body against the counter for support. His long, thick cock stretched her to her limits. "Fuck me, Mr. Harrison!" she cried loudly. "Fuck your dirty little schoolgirl." 

He reached up after she spoke and grabbed one of her undone pigtails with his free hand, fingers weaving into the flaming hair to give it a yank backward, his cock twitching with pleasure inside of her when she cried out in response. He leaned forward, whispering hot words to her over the sound of his hips slapping against her ass. "That's it, slut... yeah Bridgette...you like to be a slut, don't you." Each word was punctuated by a harder slam into her, her body moving back and forth on the counter. 

Bridgette fought to keep a hold of the surface, to keep feeling the sensation of his hard thrusts into her, feeling him slam against her inner wall, finding himself so deep that he could not go any deeper. She leaned her head back when he kept a hold of her hair, her back arching, so that it changed the angle of his invasion, making it more pleasurable. Then, to her surprise, his pounding slowed, and he spoke once more. "If you want to earn extra credit, you have to fuck me, slut." 

Daniel pulled himself out of her pussy and his thumb out of her ass, his cock throbbing with the nearness of his orgasm, and with the cooler air of the room landing upon it. A chair nearby was grabbed, and he pulled Bridgette off the counter as he sat down in the chair. Putting his legs together, Bridgette's legs straddled him, her ass in his face. His lips found the smooth, milky surface of her backside, licking and biting her while he positioned himself under her in the chair. 

Bridgette turned her head over her shoulder, watching Daniel taste her ass with his mouth and his tongue. Feeling his tongue sliding between her crack, she cried out in a whimper when she felt it pushing against her. Then, she felt his hands on her hips once more, pulling her downward toward his cock. "Fuck me, my little cumwhore," he growled. 

Bridgette lowered herself onto his cock, still facing away from him. Her stockinged legs parted more, and as soon as she felt him sliding into her, she began bouncing hard on his lap, her breasts bouncing beneath the opened white blouse. His hand slapped her ass again, and her pussy clenched around his cock in response. She reached down next to her and grabbed his hands, bringing them up to lay on her breasts, holding them there as she rode his large, thick erection. "Ohhhh.. unnnn... Mr. Harrison.... GOD... YES!" 

Daniel massaged her tits as she fucked him, squeezing her nipples tight between his fingertips, tugging them outward to hear her cry. He lowered his eyes to watch his cock disappearing over and over again into her tight pussy, her ass jiggling each time it slammed down onto his lap. Bridgette's hands left his and she leaned forward, gripping the edge of the counter, using it to hold herself up as she fucked him harder now. Daniel grunted with each bounce, trying to hold back the massive orgasm he felt building for as long as possible. 

The sounds of the party in the main room of the house beyond the kitchen died away for them two of them. All there was at that moment in time were the two of them, the teacher and the student, and the forbidden act in which they were engaging. Daniel felt Bridgette's juices running down his shaft, soaking his balls, and the sensation was electric. Bridgette's voice grew louder and louder as she fucked him senseless. "YES...YES...YES! More! MORE!" 

Daniel used one of his hands to grab at her hair again, pulling her hair back, her yelp of pain making him groan in satisfaction. He felt like he was ripping her apart with his cock. "Go my little slut....give yourself to me...." He pushed himself upward against her. "All of you... you're such a good little whore." He raised his other hand to slap it against her ass once more, and he could no longer hold himself back. "Mmm.... Oh Bridgette...YES....I'm going to fill that tight pussy...cum for me...FUCK FUCK!" 

His words and the spanking of her ass finally send her over the edge and into a shattering orgasm, her non-distinct cries filling the kitchen. She leaned back to press her back against his chest, rotating her hips now back and forth on him, like she was using him to masturbate as she came violently. Her body spasmed over and over, bathing his cock with her hot cum. She turned her head and found his mouth, attacking it with a passionate, hungry kiss. 

Her trembling, orgasmic pussy soaked Daniel with her cum and propelled him into his own release. He pushed himself upwards into her, holding her hips with his hands, bucking against her while he filled her tight little pussy with his spurting cum. He moaned hungrily into her mouth, pushing his tongue against hers in direct imitation of the sex act. 

Upstairs, Paul sat in the computer room, panting, sweating. His own cum soaked his hand where he had stroked himself feverishly, copying the strokes of Daniel's fucking of slutty little Bridgette. Reaching up with his other hand, he hit the stop button on his DVD burner. This DVD would give all of the guys on campus something to watch, and he and Bridgette something to fuck to that night. 

And everyone got exactly what they wanted.