A Fertile Brat Gets Detention | free bimbofication story

Everyday I sat at my desk, watching these brats walk up and down the halls with their name brand clothes, iPads, iPhones, keys to their nice cars jangling in their expensive jeans, all bought by their mommies and daddies. These kids had never done a day’s work in their lives, yet they had all the luxuries they could ever want, just handed to them.

The worst of them was Cheyenne. She was eighteen years old, but thought she was an adult. Long blonde hair, long thin legs, lips just perfect for sucking dick, all wasted on a self righteous, Bible thumping, Jesus freak. That would be fine and all, except for the fact that she walked around in these tiny shorts that hugged tight to her apple bottomed ass. She knew all the men, teachers and students alike, couldn’t take their eyes off of her as she swayed down the hallways.

She was loud about the fact that that sweet little pussy hidden under those denim shorts was off limits to anyone other than her future husband. But I saw through all

that. I knew that if I had the chance to get my hands on those round perfect tits, or slip my fingers into that sweet slit, she’d open up to me like a flower. I was in high school once, and I soon figured out that the girls that flaunted their virginity the most were the ones most eager to give it up.

That Friday, it seemed I’d get my chance.

Principal McMillan walked into my room during my free period, his bifocaled eyes stuck on the open folder he was holding. When he rapped on the door, I knew he needed a favor.

“Hey, Syd,” Principal McMillan said. “I hate to do this to you, but I need you to sit in on detention today.”

I closed my laptop, trying to come up with an excuse why I couldn’t. It was Friday, and the last thing I wanted to do was spend even more of my time at school.

“See, you haven’t had detention duty in months, so I think it’s only fair,” he said.

I sighed. He was right. I’d gotten out of it for so long, my number was finally up.

“Fine,” I said.

“Great. It’s only one student today, so you shouldn’t have any trouble.”

“What student?”

Principal McMillan glanced at the folder he was holding. “Cheyenne Winters.”

“Cheyenne Winters?” I said, trying not to sound too excited.

“Yep. A good student, so like I said, you shouldn’t have too much trouble. Anyways, thanks a mil.” With that, he was gone.

I sat at my desk, twiddling my thumbs in my lap.

Thinking about being alone with Cheyenne in the detention hall, the entire school deserted and quiet, having her all to myself with no interruption, made a smile creep across my face.

The truth was, that as much as Cheyenne and those like her annoyed me, I’d still love to fuck her. So many nights I’d fantasized about peeling those shorts off of her, pushing her panties to the side and tasting her juicy pussy, all while she unconvincingly protested. I wanted to hold her hard nipples between my teeth, pulling on them, causing

her pussy to gush. I wanted to plunder her virgin pussy with my cock. But there was something more I wanted.

I wanted to shove my cock deep inside of her and pump cum into her little womb. I wanted my seed to take root inside of her, to make her belly swell with a little brat of her own.

There was still one more class period to get through, and luckily, Cheyenne was in there. I busied the class with mindless worksheets so I could stare at her legs underneath the desk and fantasize about pulling her legs apart and exploring that tight pussy.

I allowed the students to work in groups. Cheyenne sat in a circle of two other girls, and one guy with his eyes trained right on her tits. She flipped her blonde hair, smiling and laughing. When she raised her arms up to stretch, and the tops of her breasts bobbed over her tank top, the guy’s eyes almost popped out of his head and he had to discreetly adjust his pants.

The group’s laughter crescendo. I cleared my throat, and they went quiet.

“Cheyenne, we’re supposed to be working,” I said.

“Yes, Mr. Clemmons, sorry about that,” she said, flashing me a brilliant smile.

“Could I see you at up here at my desk, Cheyenne?” I said.

Her friends gave her smug glances.

“Yes, sir,” she said.

She walked over on her toned, tanned legs and stood in front of my desk. I motioned for her to come stand beside me. I hid my erection under my desk as she walked around.

“It looks like we’ll be spending the afternoon together.” I whispered so she’d have to bend down to hear me, giving an unobstructed view down her tank top.

“What do you mean?” she said.

I watched the gentle slope of her cleavage, and could see the whiteness of her bra, and maybe, just a hint of a pink areola peeking out.

“We both have detention,” I said, smiling.

“Oh,” she laughed. “Sorry about that.”

“What’s a good student like you doing in detention?”

Cheyenne scoffed. “Tardies. I host prayer meetings in the mornings. Sometimes our discussions get really deep

and I’ve been late a few times.

“Doesn’t seem like it’s your fault,” I said.

“I tried to explain to Principal McMillan.”

“He’s such an asshole,” I said, shaking my head.

Cheyenne’s eyes widened in shock, then she laughed.

“I don’t use that kind of language, but you’re right.”

“Hey, don’t worry.” I reached out and grabbed her wrist. Her skin was smooth under my touch. “It’s just me and you today, so I won’t be too hard on you.”

I rubbed my thumb on her skin, then released her wrist, letting the side of my hand graze her hip on the way down. I saw her breath stop in her throat. Yeah, she wanted it.

“Thanks,” Mr. Clemmons.

“Now get back to work.”

I watched her ass sway as she walked back to the desk, and the face of the guy in her group tighten with envy.

When the last bell rang, students packed up as quickly as they could and rushed out of the class, leaving Cheyenne who casually put away her books and notebooks. I took my

time as well, packing up my briefcase. She walked to the door, and I was close behind her.

“I guess we’re going to the same place,” I said.

“I guess,” she said, smiling politely.

We walked through the rapidly emptying hallways to the detention hall that was located on the far end of the school, away from prying eyes. I opened the door for her, watching her ass as she went in. The detention hall was full of long tables that could seat several dozen students. They were also perfect for knocking up virgins.

Cheyenne took her seat at one of the tables, and began spreading out books and notebooks.

“What do you have there?” I asked, leaning on the table in front of her.

“I thought I’d take this time to get a jump on some school work,” she said.

“Smart girl.”

She smiled, then looked back down to the books in front of her.

“Any plans this weekend?” I asked, causing her to look up from her work.

“No, not really. My parents aren’t too happy about this whole detention thing. Just church on Sunday.”

“You go to church a lot?” I said.

Cheyenne’s face brightened. “Every Sunday. And a few times during the week. Do you go to church, Mr.

Clemmons?”

“My parents took me when I was a kid.” I positioned my body more squarely towards her, eliminating the space between us. “All that church, it doesn’t leave much time for dating.”

Cheyenne crossed her arms over her notebook and leaned down on them, causing her tits to smash together beautifully.

“I don’t need to date. Besides, all boys want is one thing, and I’ve made a vow to remain pure.”

“Is that right?”

She nodded her head, proudly.

“Too bad. There’s a lot of fun to be had in high school.”

Cheyenne gulped, her face blushing red for a second.

“Not my kind of fun.” She looked back to her work.

I acted like I was going to walk away, then brought my hand to my neck, grunting loud.

“Are you okay?” Cheyenne asked.

“Oh, it’s just my neck injury acting up. All those hours in Habitat for Humanity.”

“You volunteer with them?”

“Have for years. Hey, would you mind helping me rub this kink out? I hate to ask you.”

“No, not at all,” Cheyenne said.

I sat in the seat next to her, turning my back to her. A second later, her warm hands were on my neck, massaging.

I had to suppress a moan. Her fingers rubbed and kneaded my flesh. Her touch stimulated my whole body.

“Is that better?” she said.

“Much better.” I turned around to face her. “You’re really good at that. Here, let me return the favor.” I held my hands up.

“That’s okay,” Cheyenne said.

“No, really. I insist. Turn around.”

Tentatively, she turned around in her sweet. A rush of adrenaline went through me as I prepared to touch her. She

gathered her hair, pushing it to the side, revealing her smooth, beautiful neck. I put my fingertips to her skin, feeling the warmth. I lightly grazed over the delicate curve of her neck, down to her shoulders, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

From my position, I could see straight down her shirt to her young breasts covered by her innocent white bra.

There was a spot on her neck that made her shiver whenever I touched it. She giggled the first few times I hit it, but the last time, it sounded more like a pleasurable sigh.

“How’s that?” I said, close to her ear.

“Good,” she said. “I’m a little ticklish though.”

“That’s okay,” I said.

I caressed down her shoulder and the tops of her arms, and reached my fingers down her chest, getting closer and closer to her tits.

“I have a question,” I said. “Aren’t sins forgiven?”

“Yes, if you’re really sorry.”

“Then why not have a little fun and ask for forgiveness later?”

Cheyenne was quiet while I continued to rub her. “It doesn’t really work that way.”

“Why not? You could have fun now, then feel sorry about it later.”

“I guess...technically.”

“Technically, huh? That sounds encouraging.”

I let my fingertips dip down and touch the soft firmness of the tops of her tits. Her breath seized in her chest.

“Think about it,” I said, my voice lower. “You can have your cake, and eat it too.”

This time my fingers went even lower, beneath the neckline of her tank top. I felt the top of her bra. Cheyenne pulled away and turned to look at me.

“Mr. Clemmons, this is getting very inappropriate.”

I scooted forward, placing my hands back on her shoulder. “What do you mean?” I asked, looking perplexed.

“It’s just an innocent massage.”

“Oh, I thought,” she said, turning back around.

“You thought what?”

“Nothing.”

I rubbed the tops of her shoulders for a while before venturing back down to those mountains of flesh on her chest. With my touch, her body was growing warmer, her posture more relaxed. When I felt the time was right, I ran my hand down her chest, this time slipping all the way down her shirt inside of her bra. Her nipple hardened against my touch.

“Mr. Clemmons, I know what you’re doing,” she said.

She grabbed at my hand, trying to pull it away. I kept my hand on her tit, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. My cock was getting hard as she tried unconvincingly to pull my hand away. I leaned down and laid a wet kiss on the nape of her neck.

“Don’t you ever want to do what feels good?” I whispered in her ear while working her nipple with my fingers.

“My rewards aren’t on this earth,” she said, breathlessly.

I opened my hand, wrapping my fingers around her whole tit and squeezing. Her tit was soft in my hand, and so perky it was almost like I was absorbing some of her youth.

With my other hand, I reached down her top, grabbing her other tit.

“This isn’t right,” she said, over and over, making my cock strain against my pants.

“It doesn’t feel wrong,” I said, and she gasped.

I pulled down the strap of her tank top, and then the other. Unclasping her bra in the back, I watched over her shoulder as it fell away, revealing the most beautiful tits I’d ever seen. Blood pulsed to my cock. I was feeling more animalistic by the second.

“It’s a sin to keep those tits covered up,” I said.

Cheyenne whirled around, her arms covering her chest. “Mr. Clemmons, I made a vow.”

I smiled softly at her, then gently pulled her arms down. Her tits did a little bounce as her arms returned by her side. I didn’t speak, just studied the beautiful curves of her body, the pale pinks nipples pinched tight and hard. She opened her mouth and sighed slightly. She was enjoying this.

I wrapped my hands around both of her tits, squeezing and massaging.

“Please, stop,” she said between moans of pleasure.

Looking up into her dark brown eyes, I leaned forward, bringing a perfect nipple to my mouth. Her skin tasted like flowery lotion. I grazed my tongue over her nipple and watched as her eyelids fluttered. I nibbled her with my teeth, softly at first, then clamped down quickly. She let out a little yelp, then arched her back, allowing me to take more of her tit in my mouth. I tasted her other nipple, making it wet and hard as well.

I ran my hand down her toned stomach to the waist of her tiny shorts.

“You have to stop,” she said.

“Remember, you can ask for forgiveness later.”

She submitted to my touch as I ran my finger just inside the tops of her panties. I smiled when I felt her shaved pussy.

“Why do you shave if you don’t want anyone to see it?” I asked.

Her face turned a crimson red. I continued reaching into those forbidden shorts, slowly, taking my time and savoring every moment. I unbuttoned the top button and

unzipped, revealing pink cotton panties covered with little flowers.

“This is so wrong,” she said. “We’ll pay for this.”

But she didn’t flinch when I pulled her shorts down over her legs.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “Let me make you feel good.”

Her panties were moist as I rubbed my thumb up and down her slit.

“Do you ever touch yourself?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“Liar,” I said, and pressed down on her clit through her panties.

She threw her head back and gasped. “Only a few times,” she conceded. I pressed harder. “Okay, less than ten.”

“Show me,” I said. I grabbed her hand, helping her slip it down her underwear.

“I shouldn’t.”

“Go on,” I said. “God created such a beautiful body.

You should enjoy it.”

She bit her lip, then started to rub her clit. Her pink lips parted as she moaned from the pleasure she gave herself. My cock was throbbing so hard at the sight of her squirming with her hand down her underwear.

While she rubbed, I grabbed the tops of her panties and pulled them down, throwing them on top of her shorts crumpled on the floor. Her fingers slid inside of her slippery, pink, untouched pussy. The shaven lips glistened with her pussy juices. I had to touch her.

“I shouldn’t,” she said, as I reached out, separating the folds of her pussy with my finger. Once inside, I played in her slick wetness while she rubbed her clit. I found the opening of her pussy, and my finger easily slipped inside.

My cock throbbed harder when I felt how tight she was, how the supple young skin hugged my finger. Crooking my finger forward, I found her g-spot and pressed into it.

“Has anyone ever touched you there?” I asked.

She shook her head, and this time I believed her. Her mouth hung open as I rubbed her g-spot. When her hand fell away from her clit to grip the sides of her chair, I replaced it

with my other hand, rubbing her clit and fingering her simultaneously.

“Cum for me,” I said.

“I shouldn’t,” she said.

“You don’t have a choice,” I said, smiling wickedly.

I rubbed her harder and faster, feeling her pussy gush.

Her head lulled back and her moaning grew deeper. The skin on her thighs rose in goosebumps and I knew she was close. Leaning forward, I plunged my face into her pussy, licking up her sweet wetness. The taste was sweet with a hint of salt. I bore my tongue into her clit, and picked up the rhythm of my finger inside of her. Her head thrashed from side to side, and the look on her face grew wilder. She lifted her hips, crying out in pleasure. I felt the muscles of her pussy clench around my finger as she came.

She settled down back into her seat. I stroked her hair, still tasting her in my mouth.

“Good girl,” I said.

“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she said, trembling.

I stood while she gathered herself. Her head was level with my cock as I unbuckled my pants, unleashing it.

Burying my hand in her hair, I turned her head toward my erect cock. When she came face to face with my bulbous head, her eyes grew wide in terror and she tried to wretch away.

“Mr. Clemmons, this is going too far,” she said.

“Cheyenne, it’s just a cock,” I said. “You’re not murdering anyone. Don’t you want to see how it tastes?”

I leaned in, gently rubbing the head of my cock on her lips. To feel her soft flesh against mine sent electricity through my body.

“I have always been curious,” she said, watching my cock like it was a delicious cupcake.

“Go on. Try it.”

I leaned in further, causing her lips to part. She looked up at me with innocent eyes, then opened her mouth, allowing me to breach her lips. She opened further and the tip touched her wet tongue. Holding her by the sides of her face, I eased my cock in further. The small gagging sounds she made vibrated against me, and I shuddered.

I reached down and grabbed her tit as I thrust in and out of her mouth softly. As my cock got wetter with her saliva, her face relaxed, and she seemed to be enjoying it. I certainly was. Her mouth was small and wet, just how I imagined her untouched pussy to be. Ecstasy took over my body. How badly I wanted to keep fucking her mouth until I came, but I had to control myself.

Using every ounce of willpower, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. She sat blinking, a ring of wetness surrounding her lips. I braced myself against the desk.

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked her.

Cheyenne blushed, then nodded her head.

“We’re not done yet,” I said. “Get up on the table and lie down.”

Cheyenne obeyed my orders. Just as I suspected, the virgin couldn’t get enough cock once she had a taste. I watched her perfect ass as she stepped up on the chair and climbed onto the table. Her legs swung off of the edge as she laid down on her back.

I grabbed her thin, delicate ankles, bent her legs, and planted her feet on the surface of the table so her legs were

spread wide. I took a moment to admire her glistening pink pussy, the delectable folds that reminded me of rose petals.

It felt good to be the first one here.

Cheyenne suddenly propped herself up on her elbows, her brown eyes wide.

“Mr. Clemmons, are you going to fuck me now?” she said.

I grabbed my hard cock by the base. “Yes, Cheyenne, I am.”

“I never thought my first time would be with a teacher, but I’m glad it is.”

“How sweet of you to say,” I said, positioning my hips between her legs.

I took the head of my cock and rubbed it against her clit. Her head lulled back and she moaned. Her flesh was tender yet resilient, and welcomed by cock in the most delicious way. I was rubbing my cock further down her slit to that luscious hole, when her head sprang up again and she spoke.

“Mr. Clemmons, just so you know, I’m not on any birth control. So, um, please pull out. I don’t want to get

pregnant.”

“Of course,” I said. “Don’t worry about a thing.”

I returned my attention to her pristine pussy, watching as the head of my cock disappeared into that wondrous hole. As I spread open her wet tightness, the sensation hit me hard.

“Fuuuuck,” I said.

I’d never had pussy like that before. Her flesh seemed to wrap around me, at once welcoming and resisting my cock. Beads of sweat were starting to roll down my forehead. I pushed my cock in further. Cheyenne started to whimper.

“It hurts a little,” she said.

“That’s because you’re so fucking tight,” I said. “Just relax.”

I leaned forward, grabbing both of her tits, as I eased myself further in. Once I was all the way inside, my balls banged against her ass. I groaned. It was like coming in from the cold and taking a hot bath times a million. I felt Cheyenne stretching, then something pop inside of her.

Cheyenne yelped.

“That was your cherry, sweetheart,” I said.

Looking down at her bewildered face, I had the uncontrollable urge to thrust. Grabbing hold of her thighs, that’s just what I did. Cheyenne screamed in pain, but gradually she began to moan in pleasure. She gripped my arms, chest, and ass, as I pounded into her. Her tight pussy gushed wetter and wetter.

I loved watching her lie there, her large gorgeous tits bouncing, her face twisted in pleasure.

“You like that?” I said.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“I love fucking your tight little pussy,” I said.

“Yes, fuck me, fuck me.”

Desire took over and I started pounding her relentlessly. No one had ever seen the little church girl the way I was seeing her now, her hair sweaty, her eyes wild, begging for my cock. I was starting to feel the pleasure rise inside of me, filling me full. Soon, it would need to be released.

Cheyenne’s screams grew louder. I watched her nipples grow harder.

“Yes, Mr. Clemmons, yes,” she said, arching her back and squeezing her eyes close.

Her pussy contracted against my cock and gushed even more liquid as she came. And that was it for me, I completely lost it. I plunged my cock in as deep as I could until I felt the head hit against the entrance of her womb. I groaned as cum pumped out of me and into her. Her tight little pussy was soon warm and creamy.

“Mr. Clemmons, you didn’t pull out,” she said.

I thrust into her, making sure to leave every last drop inside of her. When I was done, I took my cock out, and admired my work. Her once pristine pussy now gaped before me. I watched as my cum dripped out of her hole, ran down to her asshole, and pooled on the table below.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead. “That’s enough detention for now. You’re dismissed.”

A few weeks after that, Cheyenne stopped showing up for school. The rumor was that she was pregnant. Everyone was shocked that this picture of purity and virginity would have a baby out of wedlock.

Everyone was shocked, except for me.