“Please,” you beg, “I’m still sore.”
“I told you what would happen if I ran into you here again,” he grunted. He towered over your frame more than you’d like to admit.
The first time it happened, you were in the bathroom. Him and his friend followed you in and teased you through the stall. When you stopped answering, they broke in. Then they saw you had a cunt. Their faces changed from annoyed to devious. Like they could use you. They tag teamed you in the next stall over, and while your clothes were completely torn, you found yourself whimpering and touching yourself by the end of it. He said if he saw you in the men’s stalls again, he’d do it again.
The second time, you were in a locker room. He waited until everyone left, pinned you against a locker and held you there until he finished.
The third time, you tried to avoid him. You used a single stall bathroom, but once you opened the door to leave, he found you again and shoved you back in. You begged for him to just let you go, that’s when he told you.
“I’m not stopping until I see that belly pop. I’m gonna keep pumping my cock inside you until you fucking understand that you were made to breed, freak.”
Then he shoved you onto the floor, ripped your shorts off and pushed his cock deep inside you again.
This was the fourth time. You just had to wash your hands. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt and throws you against the wall. He pulls your pants down and bends you over the sink. You don’t bother fighting him, you just sit in defeat. Your cunt already knows what’s coming and grew slick at the sight of him. He slips his cock deep inside you and starts pounding. Whimpers and small sobs escape your throat.
“Crying for this cock, huh?”
“Please, if you knock me up now, I’ll have to go home for the summer pregnant, I don’t want that, please,” you whisper.
“Not my fucking problem,” he grunts. With a final stroke, he presses his cock against your cervix and releases his load. It drips out of you before he even pulls out. Your cunt quivers with pleasure at the feeling. He removes his cock from within you and watches as his cum streaks down your legs. He laughs.
“Pathetic,” he slaps your ass and pulls up his pants. “Good luck looking like a fucking slut for summer!” He laughs.
This one was a big load, you know it’s more likely than not that this was the One. The one that finally catches up to you. The one that means you’ll be waddling around campus for finals week and a fateful day in the summer pushing out your consequence.