Mr. Peterson, teacher at a local high school was waiting for class to begin, students were scrambling through the door, chatting, rummaging through their bags, and the bell was just about to ring. A girl walked through the door, looking curiously at her feet, the one who always was eating something, crumpling wrappers and tossing them across the room and into the garbage can by the door. She wasn't very bright, barely pulling a C, hardly characteristic of the teacher's pets that he had called his favourite students in previous years. No, this girl was something else. She seemed so aware of her surroundings, not in the sense that she knew what was going on, but in the way that her piercing gaze seemed to pull something out of him that he had scarcely let anyone see before. She wore a short skirt this afternoon, and a top with twirling lollipop patterns around the sleeves, somewhat transparent but only enough that it was clear she was not wearing a bra. Her name was Pinkamena Diane Pie, though she insisted he call her Pinkie.
She sat down, and pulled her usual snack from the satchel bag at her side. Today she had a donut, glazed with nearly transparent white icing. She put it to her lips and breathed in the scent, savouring it, before flicking her tongue across the top, pulling loose a bit of the icing with it. She grinned, and her lips parted way. Mr. Peterson watched her distractedly, savouring her almost as much as she seemed to be savouring her little treat. Her lips shone in the harsh yellow light of his classroom, wet with anticipation, she took the donut into her mouth in just one bite, something none of the female students ever seemed to do. She licked her lips, the glaze spattered her soft and well flushed cheeks. The bell rung, but Mr. Peterson found himself unaware of it for a moment. God he wanted her, that innocent little ass pulled to him, those soft sugar coated lips against his, to make her his li- He shook his head and pulled his gaze away from her. He was a professional, and this was not a professional thing to think, he cleared his thoughts and remembered this was merely a product of his recent divorce, and there was no way he would put his career and morals on the line over something so unnecessary. He cleared his throat and began class but it was not long before he found himself distracted again.
Pinkie Pie raised her hand suddenly, mid way through his well thought out presentation on algebra solving techniques. It was so quick he barely had time to think about it before she began to speak.
"Mr. Peterson!" She squealed. "I've got to go to the restroom. You mind?"
"Alright, go on then," he stuttered back.
She lept up from her chair, her breasts jiggled around unsupportedly as she scurried past the other students and to the door. Mr. Peterson glanced to her as she left, that skirt was just a bit too short to cover her when she ran, and he caught a glimpse of her underwear, they were oddly childish for a teenager, white with a candy themed pattern, gumdrops and peppermints and chewing gum.
He tried to get back to his teaching, but with every word he felt his mind wander back to that precious glimpse of her. She returned not long afterwards, and sat back down at her seat, her plump ass bouncing slightly as she plopped down. Mr. Peterson tried to ignore her, this was not what he wanted, he was a professional. He pulled out some graded tests and passed them back through the classroom, each student letting out noises of either glee or disappointment at their various scores. And then there was Pinkie Pie, she looked down at her's blankly, she didn't sound disappointed at all, she smiled and rummaged through her bag again for more snacks.
Class was nearly over, and then there would be another and another, and then Mr. Peterson would find himself driving to his empty house, grading more papers, sleeping alone, and driving back to the school, where she would be. Just looking at her seemed to make time pass quicker, but say after day would pass and eventually she'd be gone, and he'd be free of the temptations, and he'd be still alone. The bell rung. The class left in their usual loud and rushed fashion, and Mr. Peterson sat back at his desk and waited for the next group of students that he would be expected to teach. Slowly Pinkie Pie vanished from his mind, he focused on his work entirely, his students, his school, his job, this was what mattered here.
He had made it to the end of the day. The hallways were clearing up, and most of the students had gone home, leaving him to clear his desk and grade papers, plan for the next day, and so on. Mr. Peterson picked up his favourite pen, and started to go through homework answers, some of the thought processes these students went through to arrive at their answers made no sense to him, they would find so many complicated ways around doing things right just to get it wrong just the same. It would've been so much easier for them to have just payed attention. While Mr. Peterson mumbled angrily to himself, he heard a knock on the door. It creaked open, and the sound of small footsteps achoed through the empty room. He looked up. It was her, Pinkie Pie.
"Hello Mr. Peterson. Can you spare a minute?" She asked in an uncharacteristically nervous voice.
"Yes. Of course, what can I do for you Miss Pie."
"I failed the test last week, and I really need some extra credit."
"I don't do extra credit, Miss Pie."
"But but but Mr Peterson!! I'll do anything!" She begged. "Wash your car? Do extra homework? Write an essay? Whatever you want!"
He stared at her for a second. She couldn't mean that. He could never ask her for what he really wanted. She wasn't speaking literally. He was a professional and he wouldn't give in to this urge, never. He would tell her he could do nothing, send her on her way, get back to work, go home and . . . jerk one out in his room . . . alone. God, he wanted her. He wanted to feel that tight pussy and grasp those beautiful breasts of hers. He wanted to take her for all she was and make her his. She was so innocent, so naive. He wanted to take that from her, like his ex-wife took sex from him, he wanted to make that little virgin his slut. Maybe, she'd even like it, maybe she'd want him back. He paused for a moment.
"Miss Pie, you say you'll do anything? Do you mean that?"
Pinkie Pie nodded vigorously, a large grin on her face. "Scouts honour! I won't even tell a soul! You don't gotta tell anyone else I got extra credit!" She squeaked, completely unaware of what her teacher wanted of her.
"I think we can make an arrangement then, Miss Pie."
"Really!? That's super duper! Thanks so much! Whatcha want me to do!?" Pinkie Pie cheered and jumped up and down in place, those breasts bouncing with her, and that skirt fluttering against her thighs, bekoning him closer.
"Pinkie, could you please lean against that desk over there?" He said quietly, his loins felt like they were burning him will sheer anticipation.
"Okay!" Pinkie said back, leaning her back against the desk.
"No . . . No Miss Pie, like this," Mr Peterson walked toward her, and pushed her back a bit more, lightly pressing her toward the desk, so that she was elegantly draped across it, and her legs dangled over the edge giving him a perfect view.
Pinkie Pie was quiet for a minute before laughing a little. "This is kinda weird Mr. Peterson! But, you're the teacher so I guess it's your job to teach me!"
Mr. Peterson's fingers caressed up her legs, positioning them at the hem of the elastic waist band holding her underwear together. "We are going to learn so much together tonight, Miss Pie."
In one fluid motion he pulled her underwear down to her ankles. She gasped but did not move. They dropped to the floor and Mr. Peterson pulled closer to her.
"M-mr. Peterson! What's happening?" Pinkie cried out in surprise.
"Don't worry Pinkie, this'll be fun."
He slid his fingers back up to her now uncovered pussy, gliding them up and down around it before sliding two into her with a jolt.
"Oh! O..ohhh," she whimpered quietly, sitting up a little.
Mr. Peterson moved his fingers as far as he could reach, and pulled back, before thrusting them in again, and grazing his thumb against her delicate nub. He used his other hand to force her back to the desk. She moaned softly. He pulled his hand back and looked between his fingers.
"You're wet already are you?" He chuckled. "God you are so hot, you want this just as much as I do."
She squirmed a little as he unzippered his pants. He put a finger to her lips. She stopped moving and stared, staying perfectly still, looking up at him quietly. He grabbed her shirt, bundling the fabric and forcing her toward him. As he did so his manhood was just barely touching her soft lips, already dripping with wetness, he pressed forward and they parted. It already felt more amazing than he ever could've imagined. He just wanted more. He pulled her forward and pressed her against him, hard. She screamed in pain, tears fell from her eyes and onto the desk, he pulled her into a long kiss, silencing her. She tasted sweet, like sugar, which still seemed to glaze her lips.
Lifting her rear, he pulled back and stared down at her for a moment. God was she hot, her shirt pulled up slightly, and that little skirt just grazing his cock, but he couldn't just look. His tip lined up to her hole once again, just barely touching, a string of wetness connecting them still. Pinkie looked up at him hesitantly and then forced herself down upon him.
The head of his cock spread her entrance, he lusted after every second of her resistance, and despite all the lubrication he found his member tightly embraced by her. That soft moistness against his skin felt better than anything in the world. She pulsed around him, holding him unmoving within her. Mr. Peterson loathed himself for continuing, he could lose his job for this, he could lose everything for this, but feeling her thighs pressed against his sides and himself deep inside her now, that little skirt pulled up even higher than she normally wore it, made him decide he did not care. Pushing himself against her, he ground his cock deep within her depths, savoring the touch of her inner muscles contracting against him as they tried to coax him deeper inside. Pinkie Pie moaned softly, she was enjoying this in spite of herself. She started to thrust forward and back with him, in a sort of rhythm, pulling him back every time he pulled away.
"I'm glad you're learning something for once," Mr. Peterson said through gritted teeth. "I'm going to make you a perfect student."
He smiled sinking himself into her once again, he moaned as his dick thrust into her young body. Pinkie let out a small noise as their hips met again. She was his. He thought as he made deep rough thrusts hard enough that the desk beneath them creaked and slid across the floor.
Pinkie Pie lost herself in exstacy, she was at her peak, the desk beneath her felt freezing cold in contrast with how warm she felt inside, she thrust forward onto him one more time and drifted into orgasm, letting a high pitched moan escape her sugary lips. She edged open an eye, only to shut it once more as her teacher's cock rubbed against her walls, and a blast of cum surged into her. It dripped out from her and onto the desk, seeping into her skirt and onto the floor. With one last moan, Mr. Peterson pulled free of her and rested his dick just above her clit. He slowly turned away from her, and zipped up his pants. Pinkie Pie leaned forward, and hopped off the desk, picking up her underwear and pulling them back on.
"Mr. Peterson?" she mumbled.
"Yes, Miss Pie?"
"Do I get my extra credit now?"
"Yes, Miss Pie."
