**Detention Turned Dirty**

I never thought I’d get this lucky, but here we were—me, stuck in detention with Jenny Carter, the hottest girl in school. She had that *look*—tight jeans hugging her perfect ass, a tank top just loose enough to tease the curves underneath. And the way she kept biting her lip while pretending to read made it clear she wasn’t just here to study.

The teacher had barely stepped out for a “quick break” when Jenny turned to me, her fingers tapping the desk. “Bored yet?” she asked, smirking.

“Fucking dying,” I admitted.

She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “Wanna make it interesting?”

Before I could answer, she slid one hand under the desk, her fingers brushing my thigh. My cock twitched instantly. “You serious?” I muttered, heart pounding.

Jenny’s fingers climbed higher, slipping under the waistband of my jeans. “Dead serious.”

Fuck. I was rock-hard in seconds. She unbuttoned my fly with one hand, her other tracing the outline of my straining dick through my boxers. I groaned, my hips jerking up. “Jesus, Jenny—”

She shushed me, glancing at the door before yanking my jeans down just enough to free my cock. The second her fingers wrapped around me, I hissed. Her grip was tight, her thumb smearing pre-cum over my tip. “Been thinking about this all week,” she whispered, stroking me slow.

I grabbed her wrist, squeezing. “You play like this in class?”

She smirked. “Only with the right guy.” Then, before I could react, she slid out of her chair and dropped under the desk.

Holy *shit*.

The second her warm mouth closed around me, my fingers tangled in her hair. She sucked hard, tongue swirling around my cockhead while her hand worked the base. I could hear her lips smacking, feel her throat swallowing me deeper. “Fuck, Jenny—” I gritted my teeth, hips bucking.

She pulled off with a *pop*, grinning up at me. “You taste so good.” Then she went back down, bobbing faster, her free hand hiking her skirt up just enough for me to see her soaked panties.

I couldn’t take it. I hauled her up by the shoulders and slammed my mouth against hers, tasting myself on her tongue. My hands were under her shirt in seconds, thumbing her stiff nipples. She moaned into my mouth, grinding her hips against mine.

“Tell me you’re on the pill,” I growled, fingers digging into her ass.

Jenny bit my lip. “Yes. Fuck me, *now*.”

That was all I needed. I spun her around, pressing her chest against the desk as I yanked her panties aside. Her pussy was *dripping*, her folds swollen, begging for me. I lined up, rubbing my cock through her slickness.

“Stop teasing,” she whined, pushing back against me.

I didn’t make her wait. One hard thrust, and I was balls-deep inside her. She gasped, clenching around me like a vice. “*Fuck*, you’re tight,” I groaned, gripping her hips.

Jenny braced herself on the desk, rocking back onto me. “Harder,” she panted.

I obliged, slamming into her, the sound of skin slapping filling the empty classroom. Her moans were muffled against her arm, but I could feel her whole body shaking.

“Touch your clit,” I demanded, reaching around to squeeze her tits.

She obeyed, fingers circling her swollen nub as I fucked her deeper. “I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered, her back arching.

“Do it,” I grunted, pounding into her wet heat.

Her pussy clamped down on me, her whole body tensing with her orgasm. The way she squeezed me was enough to send me over the edge. I pulled out just in time, jerking my cock as thick ropes of cum splashed over her ass.

Jenny turned, breathless, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk. “Detention just got a lot more interesting.”