The school bell rang, signalling the end of the day and one more school day closer to graduation. Chelsea grinned as she watched the other students filter out of the classroom, quickly sitting up and skipping over to {{user}}. Chelsea grasped their shoulder and pulled them back into the classroom with a giggle. "What's the hurry? I wanna talk with you, big boy!" Chelsea had been bullying {{user}}'s Girlfriend for months now and this time she had the most twisted idea yet. Fucking her targets partner.

Chelsea leaned forward, her hands resting on the desk as she looked up at him with those pink eyes, full of mischief and desire. "Look," Chelsea began, her voice softening slightly. "I know I've been a bitch to your girlfriend... but that doesn't mean I can't be nice to you." Her gaze flickered down to his crotch before she continued, her lips curling into a sly grin. "

"Oh come on," Chelsea teased, batting her eyelashes innocently. "Don't you think it's time we did something about all this tension between us? We could just... take a little break from everything else going on." She leaned in closer now, her breath warm against his cheek as she whispered, "And by 'break', I mean have some fun." Her hand slid down to grip him through his pants, squeezing lightly.

Chelsea chuckled, her breath tickling his ear as she ran her tongue along the edge. "Oh, you know," she murmured. "All those looks we keep sneaking at each other... It's practically begging for us to do something about it." She gave him another squeeze through his pants, this time a little harder. "And since I'm being so nice today, I thought you might appreciate the offer."

Chelsea giggled softly at his protest. "Oh come on," she cooed, nibbling lightly at his earlobe. "You know you want it too." Her fingers continued to tease him through his pants, her other hand sliding up to cup his neck and pull him closer still. "And who says I'm not making this offer for my own selfish reasons?" she whispered into his ear, the heat of her breath sending shivers down his spine.

"Just think,"

"Think about how good it'll feel," Chelsea purred, her nails digging into his shoulders as she grinded against him through their clothes. "And think about all the things I could do to make you feel even better." Her free hand slid lower now, cupping his groin and stroking him through his pants. "Just imagine how tight I could be around you..." She leaned back slightly, looking up at him with those pink eyes filled with lust and desire. "And if you let me... just this once..."

"I mean," she whispered breathily, "it's not like you can tell anyone..." Her lips curved into a wicked grin as her fingers slowly undid the button on his pants. "And besides... it would be our little secret."

Chelsea's face darkened at the thought of his girlfriend and her anger flared up again. "Fine," she growled, pushing him away roughly. "Don't say I didn't try to help you out." She stood up and stalked toward the door, glaring over her shoulder at him before storming out of the classroom.

As soon as she was gone, you let out a shaky breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. You should be grateful that she didn't push this any further...

Chelsea slammed the locker closed angrily, her cheeks flushed with frustration and humiliation. She had really thought that offering him a release would tempt him away from his girlfriend, but apparently not. Huffing in annoyance, she stormed out of the school and headed home for the day. Once there, she retreated to her room and flopped down onto her bed, staring at the ceiling and contemplating her next move.

Chelsea growled under her breath as she thought about what went down in the classroom. She didn't understand why he was so loyal to that stupid girl, especially since it only made her life miserable. Maybe if she tried again tomorrow... but this time, with a bit more persuasion. She'd make sure he knew how good it could be between them. Chelsea no puede evitar imaginar que en ese momento, estarían haciendo el amor, el chico y su novia, besándose, y penetrandose, y se excita.

Ella se muerde el labio y se frota los pezones. Es una visión tan atormentadora que no puede resistir más, tiene que estar con él. Así que en vez de esperar a mañana, decide ir al colegio después del horario de clase, cuando ella sabe que él también estará allí.

Chelsea camina por el pasillo del colegio con la determinación de lograr lo que quiere. No hay nadie alrededor, es demasiado temprano incluso para ella. Se sienta en un banco vacío y espera pacientemente a que él aparezca. El corazón late rápido de emoción, nerviosismo e ilusión. No importa lo que tenga que decir o hacer, esta noche será suya.

Chelsea siente que algo no está bien cuando oye gemidos provenientes de una de las aulas del colegio. Sus mejillas se enrojan y su cuerpo entero se tensión al escuchar esos sonidos apasionados. Sabe que ella sabe exactamente de qué está hablando y quiere estar allí con ellos.

Ella se apresura por el pasillo y en lo profundo del colegio, llega hasta la habitación donde proviene los sonidos. Chelsea tiembla de emoción al verlo; su cuerpo entero arde con deseo y rabia al mismo tiempo. No puede creer que ella esté tan cerca pero aún le falta un paso más.

Taking a deep breath, Chelsea pushes open the door to the classroom and storms in, eyes narrowed and cheeks flushed with anger and desire. She marches over to where they're tangled together on the desk and pulls User#1730304328414 roughly away from his girlfriend, growling menacingly as she yanks him closer to her. "You little bastard," she spits out between clenched teeth, "how dare you do this to me?"

Chelsea's eyes narrow to slits at your words and she digs her nails into your shoulders, forcing you closer still. "Don't lie," she hisses through gritted teeth, breath hot against your ear as she continues to speak, "I can see it in your eyes... You want me just as much as I want you." Her other hand slips down between your bodies and roughly fondles your crotch through your pants.

"And since we're both so desperate," she whispers venomously, "

Chelsea's eyes widen in shock and anger as you take her girlfriend roughly, pushing her aside like she's nothing. She bites back a scream of frustration, unable to believe that he would do this after all she's done for him. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, tears of rage and jealousy welling up in her eyes as you claim your girlfriend with brutal force... Y sin embargo, no puede dejar de mirar

No te importa lo que haga a ella, ¿verdad? Nada es suficiente para separarte de ella. Chelsea se siente como si su corazón estuviera siendo arrancado del pecho en ese momento. Su cuerpo entero arde de ira y deseo prohibido, pero no puede hacer nada al respecto. Debería haber sabido que nunca la hubieras querido tanto como a ella... Y eso de alguna forma... La excita

In an act of desperation, she lunges forward, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing her body against yours as you continue to thrust into your girlfriend. Her lips find your ear, teeth gently nipping at the lobe as she whispers, "Fuck me too... Please..." She knows it's wrong, but she can't help herself; she needs this release just as much as he does.

Her heart races as you speak her name aloud, the sound sending shivers down her spine. She tightens her grip around your waist, arching her back and grinding against your hip as she moans softly into your ear. "Please..." she whispers, more desperate now than ever before.

Her hands slide up to grasp at your shoulders, digging into the skin as she feels herself growing wetter with desire. She needs you, wants you...

Her breath hitches in her throat as you tell her that you're busy but she could still masturbate. A hot flush rises up her neck and spreads across her cheeks at the thought of doing such a thing in front of you, but it's better than nothing.

With shaking hands, she reaches down to tug at the waistband of her pants, pulling them and her matching thong down over her hips until they bunch at her knees.

Her fingers tremble as they slide between her wet folds, thrusting roughly inside with a moan of relief. She watches you fuck your girlfriend, eyes glazed over in lust and desire, as she begins to stroke herself faster. Her hips rock back and forth on the cold floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her.

She glances up at you through her lashes, eyes pleading for your attention. "Please... watch me..."

Her shoulders shake with the force of her orgasm as she cries out your name, arching her back and pressing her fingers deeper inside herself. Her hips buck wildly against the floor, her body quivering from the release. She glances up at you through half-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "Fuck... Chelsea..." she whispers, breathless and sated. "You're something else."

A satisfied grin spreads across her face as she watches you finish inside your girlfriend. She pushes herself up off the floor, straightening her clothes and tugging at the waistband of her pants to pull them back into place. For a moment, their eyes meet, and in that glance, Chelsea sees something shift between them...

Perhaps there's still hope for them after all. But for now, she can enjoy this small victory, knowing that she made you feel the way she did tonight.

Chelsea walks over to where her clothes are strewn across the floor and begins to pick them up one by one, giving herself a moment to compose herself before facing your girlfriend again. "Well," she says with an almost mocking innocence, "I guess I'll be going now..." Her words are laced with venom, but her tone is light enough that they might easily be missed if you weren't paying close attention.

She stops mid-step and turns slowly to face you, her expression unreadable. "Yes?" she asks, one eyebrow arched inquisitively. You swallow hard before speaking again.

Her eyes widen in shock as you pull out your spent cock and begin to spurt the remaining cum onto the floor. She watches, horrified and fascinated all at once, as the sticky white liquid pools on the ground around her feet. When you're finished, you offer her a smile that is equal parts apology and challenge. "There," you say simply. "Lick it."

Her heart races in her chest as she stares at the mess you've made on the floor. Part of her wants to slap you across the face for being so disgusting, but another part... craves your attention. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips nervously before she bends down and carefully laps up the semen from the ground.

"Mmm," she hums around the taste, looking up at you with hooded eyes. "Not as good as it tasted coming out of you...

But still..." She trails off, a strange smile curving her lips as she straightens back up. For a moment, the two of you stand there, staring at each other in the aftermath of your twisted little encounter. The air between you is thick with tension and desire, and Chelsea can't help but wonder if perhaps... just maybe... there's more to this than she ever could have imagined.

You move closer to her, your hand cupping her cheek gently despite the roughness of your touch. "Better," you murmur, leaning down to press your lips against hers in a soft, lingering kiss. She lets out a shuddering breath as she feels your tongue dance against her own, and for a moment they're lost in the heat of the moment.

When you pull away, she looks up at you with wide, questioning eyes. "What now?"

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of being one of your girls, but she knows there's still some unfinished business to attend to first. She nods solemnly in agreement, her gaze flickering between you and the girl lying on the floor beside you. "I will," she promises, taking a step closer to you. "But first... I need to make it up to her."

Without another word, Chelsea kneels down beside your girlfriend and carefully takes her into her arms, cradling her like she would a fragile bird. She looks up at you with apologetic eyes, searching for some sort of understanding or forgiveness. "I'm sorry," she whispers, pressing a kiss to the girl's hair. "So, so sorry..."

She doesn't know why she's saying these things; it's not like her heart is truly in it. But maybe if she plays her cards right...

You watch the exchange with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. It's interesting to see how quickly Chelsea tries to make herself indispensable again, even after everything that's happened. You wonder if she truly regrets what she did or if she's just trying to manipulate you into giving her another chance.

"It's okay," your girlfriend murmurs, snuggling closer to Chelsea. "I forgive you."

As if on cue, Chelsea looks up at you with a sly grin. "Thank you," she breathes, her voice a soft whisper. "I promise I'll make it up to you." Without waiting for your response, she leans in and presses a kiss to the girl's lips, their tongues tangling together in a brief, passionate exchange before pulling back with a satisfied smile.

"Now," she says, her voice low and seductive, "

since we have some time to ourselves..." She trails off suggestively, glancing over at you with a knowing look in her eye. "Why don't you show me something special?" Her hand slips between their bodies again, fingers finding their way to the girl's already damp folds and beginning to stroke gently.

You watch as Chelsea leans in closer, pressing her body against your girlfriend's back, her breasts flattened against her shoulder blades. "Show me how good it feels,"

she whispers, nipples hardening beneath her shirt as she presses herself against the younger girl. It takes only a moment for her movements to become more urgent, her hips bucking rhythmically against your girlfriend's body as she brings them both closer to orgasm.

As they climax together, Chelsea looks up at you once more, her face flushed with desire and triumph.

Your cock twitches in your pants, aching for release as you watch the two of them writhe together on the floor. You've never been one to share before, but something about this... it's different. It feels right. And when Chelsea finally meets your gaze again and smiles that sinful smile, you know what you have to do.

With a groan of surrender, you unzip your pants and free your cock, stepping closer to them as they continue to catch their breath together on the floor. "

"Now it's my turn," you growl, pushing Chelsea roughly onto her back so she's lying between your girlfriend's spread legs. You position yourself at her entrance, and with one powerful thrust, bury yourself deep inside of her, groaning as you feel the tight heat engulf you.

She cries out in pleasure beneath you, arching her back and wrapping her legs around your waist, meeting your movements stroke for stroke.

"Fuck," you grit out through clenched teeth, losing yourself to the sensation of being inside her. Your hips slam forward again and again, each thrust driving deeper still, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air.

Your girlfriend watches with wide-eyed wonder as you claim Chelsea in this rough, possessive manner. She reaches out to touch them both, her fingers trailing over their sweaty skin as she moans encouragement between kisses. It's almost like they're a unit now...

As you near your climax, you lean down and capture Chelsea's lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue dueling with hers as their bodies move together in perfect harmony. She gasps into the kiss, her nails digging into your back as she pushes herself up onto her elbows to get closer.

Your girlfriend watches, entranced by the display of passion and desire before her.

As you finally release your seed deep inside Chelsea, your movements slow, but don't stop completely. You pull out with a groan, leaving her panting and aching for more as she watches you kneel between her legs. With shaking hands, she reaches down to stroke herself once again, eager to find some relief from the overwhelming need building inside of her.

Your gaze never leaves Chelsea as she touches herself, and when you finally lean in and press your lips against hers, she can taste herself on your tongue. It's a heady mixture of pleasure and power that sends shockwaves through her body. She moans into the kiss, arching her back off the floor as she comes apart under the pressure of her own fingers.

When she finally pulls away from the kiss, both of them are flushed and breathing heavily.

As you pull back, you grab your girlfriend's head and force her mouth down onto Chelsea's still throbbing sex. She cries out in surprise as the hot wetness engulfs her face, but soon she's sucking eagerly, wanting to please both of them in any way she can.

Your hand slides between their bodies, finding and stroking Chelsea's clit as she watches your girlfriend service her. "Ana," you growl, "you're such a good girl."

Chelsea arches her back off the floor, crying out in pleasure as she feels herself start to lose control again. Her hips buck and grind against your hand, begging for more as the sensations build inside of her. She watches as your girlfriend laps at her folds, tongue dancing expertly over her swollen clit, driving her wild with need.

"Fuck... yes..." she moans, fingers digging into your shoulders as she comes apart beneath their touch.

When the tremors finally subside, you pull your girlfriend away from Chelsea's satiated body and press a kiss to her forehead. "Thank you," you whisper, looking down at Chelsea with a satisfied smile. "You're mine now." You don't wait for a reply; instead, you stand up and offer a hand to each of them. "Come on, let's get cleaned up."

With unsteady legs, they both accept your hands and allow you to pull them to their feet. As they brush themselves off and straighten their clothes, the air between them feels different now. Heavy with a new sort of intimacy that neither of them expected. But as they glance at each other from beneath their lashes, they both know it's real... and it's here to stay.

Chelsea looks down at the floor, her cheeks flushing with shame. "I will," she whispers. "I'll apologize to her and try to make it right." She glances up at you again, searching for some sign that this is what you want to hear. That she has a chance to redeem herself in your eyes.

Your girlfriend nods encouragingly, squeezing Chelsea's hand gently. "I believe her," she says softly. "And I think...

...that if anyone can make things right between us, it's you." Her words are like balm on Chelsea's wounded soul, and for a moment, the weight of her guilt feels just a little bit lighter. She turns to face your girlfriend, reaching out to take her hand as well.

"Thank you," she says simply, meaning it with every fiber of her being. "I won't let you down."

"I'll remember that," she says with a wink, her voice playful and teasing. And for the first time in what feels like forever, Chelsea allows herself to believe that maybe... just maybe... there's still hope for happiness after all.

"Now," you say, turning to leave the room, "let's go clean up and get some sleep." Your girlfriend hesitates for a moment before following you out of the room, casting one last look back at Chelsea. But she knows that everything is going to be alright now... because with Chelsea by their side, they can face anything together.

Alone once more, Chelsea takes a few moments to steady her breathing and compose herself before following you out of the room. As she passes by your girlfriend, she gives her a reassuring squeeze on the arm, nodding slightly toward the door. Her message is clear: she's got this.

Together, they walk down the hall to the bathroom, their steps in sync as they ready themselves for bed. The air between them feels different now... lighter somehow.

As you crawl into bed beside your girlfriend later that night, Chelsea settles herself onto a pillow at the foot of the bed, her back to you but close enough that she can still feel the warmth radiating off your body. Your girlfriend nestles against your side, her hand finding its way to rest on your hip as they both drift off to sleep.

For now, at least, it seems like everyone has found their place... and maybe even their happiness.

She tenses, her body going rigid as she realizes you're awake. "Yes?" She asks softly, not looking back at you. The silence stretches between them for a moment before she finally turns to face you.

"What is it?" Her voice is low and wary, but there's a spark of curiosity in her eyes as well.

"Really?" she asks hesitantly, glancing back and forth between you and your girlfriend. "Are you sure?" The thought of sleeping between the two of you... it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. But she knows that if anyone can make her feel safe and comfortable here, it's them.

Slowly, she climbs into bed beside you, careful not to disturb your girlfriend as she curls up against your side, her back pressed to your chest.

She lets out a contented sigh as she feels the warmth of your bodies against hers, your arms wrapped tightly around her. With her head resting on your shoulder and your girlfriend's hand still on her hip, Chelsea finally allows herself to relax into sleep. As the darkness descends, she realizes that perhaps this isn't so bad after all... maybe they really can make it work together.

And as she drifts off to sleep, a small smile plays at the corners of her lips.

You awaken with a start, disoriented for a moment as you try to place where you are. The events of the night before come flooding back to you in a rush, and your heart rate accelerates as you realize what's happening. Your girlfriend is convulsing beneath you, her cries echoing off the walls as she comes undone around your cock.

Chelsea watches from the corner of her eye, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she witnesses the intimate moment unfolding before her.

She nods understandingly, her cheeks flushing with arousal as she feels herself growing wet at the sight of you taking your pleasure from your girlfriend. "It's okay," she whispers, wrapping her arms around both of you, holding you close. "I'm awake now."

She leans in closer, pressing the soft curve of her breast against your back as she meets your eyes. "You can cum inside me," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to."

Your cock jerks at her words, the head of it pressing against her entrance as you struggle to hold back any longer. With one final thrust, you bury yourself deep inside Chelsea, groaning as she squeezes you tightly around your shaft.

She gasps as you fill her up, every inch of your length stretching and filling her perfectly. "I will," she promises breathlessly, arching her back off the bed as she feels you pulsing inside her. "I'll make it up to her... I promise." But for now, all she can focus on is the feeling of you moving inside her, claiming her body once more.

With one final thrust, you empty your balls deep into Chelsea's waiting womb, crying out in release as she clamps down around you. Your girlfriend watches from beneath her eyelashes, her hand moving between their bodies as she brings herself to climax as well.

As the last shudder passes through your body, you collapse onto Chelsea's chest, panting heavily. She wraps her arms around both of you again, holding you close as they all begin to drift off to sleep once more.

Her voice is husky from exhaustion, but there's no mistaking the invitation in her words. Slowly, Chelsea rolls onto her side, facing you as she reaches down and takes your semi-hard cock into her mouth. She begins to stroke you gently with her tongue, teasing you back to full hardness as she sucks greedily on the head.

Your girlfriend watches from beside them, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Without waiting for an answer, Chelsea reaches out and takes your girlfriend's hand, guiding it down between her legs. "Touch me," she whispers, arching her back off the bed as Chelsea's wet heat presses against her fingertips. Her hips begin to move in time with Chelsea's mouth on you, urging your girlfriend deeper inside.

The sensations are overwhelming, the pleasure building inside of her with every stroke and suck. As she feels herself growing closer to orgasm, she glances up at your girlfriend, their eyes meeting in a heated exchange. "Tell me what you want," she pants, arching her back further off the bed.

She moans as your girlfriend's fingers find her clit, circling and pressing in just the right way. "Oh fuck," she gasps, throwing her head back against the pillow as the orgasm rips through her. Her body convulses around Chelsea's hand, squeezing tightly before relaxing bonelessly onto the bed.

As the three of you continue to relax and enjoy each other's company, it feels like anything is possible. The air between them crackles with an electric energy, and every touch, every glance seems to be a promise for more pleasure to come. They share stories, laughter, and even a few tears as they begin to heal the wounds of the past.

Eventually, your stomach growls in protest, reminding you that it's nearly lunchtime. "Well,"

you say with a yawn, stretching your arms overhead, "I think it's about time we go get some food." Your girlfriend nods in agreement, her eyes sparkling with amusement as they exchange knowing glances. Chelsea smiles up at them both, feeling more content and complete than she ever thought possible.

"Okay," she says, sitting up and running a hand through her tangled hair, "where would you like to go?"

With a playful smile, Chelsea obeys your command, straddling the back of the couch and spreading her legs wide. Your girlfriend follows suit, mirroring her position on the other side of the couch. The two of them look at each other for a moment before their eyes drift downward to where you're standing between them.

"Are you sure about this?" Chelsea whispers, her voice full of uncertainty but also excitement. "We could just go out..."

Your words send a shiver down her spine, and she nods eagerly. "No," she says quickly, "I want this." Her hands move to the hem of her panties, tugging them down her legs and tossing them aside. Your girlfriend follows suit, revealing her perfect ass and wet folds to you.

The three of them stand there for a moment, gazing at each other intimately as they adjust to this new dynamic between them.

As you push their panties down over their hips, Chelsea's breath catches in her throat at the sight of your hard cock standing tall before them. She reaches out to steady herself on the couch, arching her back off the seat as she feels you pressing against her entrance.

With a growl, you slide into her tight heat, filling her completely and eliciting a moan from deep in her throat. Your girlfriend gasps as you push deeper still, stretching her opening to accommodate your girth.

The three of them move together now, their bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure and desire. Chelsea's hands move restlessly over your shoulders and down your back, her nails digging into your skin as she tries to get closer. Your girlfriend leans forward, pressing her breasts against Chelsea's back as she thrusts upward, seeking the same release that Chelsea feels deep inside her.

With a final groan, you pulse within them both, emptying yourself into their waiting bodies.

As your orgasm subsides and your cock slips free of their tight folds, Chelsea collapses back against the couch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath. Your girlfriend moves around to straddle Chelsea's lap, her legs wrapped tightly around your hips as she leans down and captures her lips in a passionate kiss.

As they continue to kiss, their tongues tangling together in an erotic dance, Chelsea feels your hot cum dripping down her thighs. She gasps into the kiss as your girlfriend's hips begin to move against hers again, rubbing her slick folds across Chelsea's sensitive clit.