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The Big Bad Rick Wolfe

By: markydaysaid



The following story is a fantasy focusing strongly on themes of inadequacy, humiliation, and cuckoldry. All the characters that appear in this story are 18 or older. 

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Johnny Clay: the unlucky hero of this story. Average American boy in every way.

Erica Flowers: Johnny's girlfriend. Short red hair, nice tits, and a BIG ass. Popular girl, cheerleader, and star tennis player.

Rick Wolfe: new boy in school, a delinquent thug and tattoo artist. Very dangerous and sexy. 

Vanessa Lopez: lovely Latin teacher. Large breasts, saucy attitude. Considers herself to be Erica's 'Auntie.' 

Leyla Baba: shy Muslim girl with a rocking body. Erica is her best and only real friend. 

Lily Monday: Erica's oldest friend and rival. Curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and all-American centerfold material.

Chad Jefferson: tall, handsome, blonde hair, but kinda slow. All-American 'should-be' stud of the school. 

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"I think I need a new uniform," my girlfriend Erica whispered to me, tugging at the tail-end of her little white skirt, trying to cover as much of her perky, bubble butt as possible. "This one just keep . . . I don't know . . . riding up?"

"I think it looks great," I said, smiling from ear to ear.

Erica rolled her eyes and smiled. "You would, perv. I saw that hard-on you were sporting in the bleachers. Way to distract me by the way. I almost lost the match to the snotty bitch from River High because of that big dick of yours."

"You wiped the floor with her, babe. That bitch didn't stand a chance against the Tennis Queen of Woodland High."

"Aww," she smiled coyly. "I guess that makes you my king, doesn't it Johnny." She stood up on her tippy-toes and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me with those pink, puffy lips of hers, the ones that were always slightly puckered; lips that had never worn or ever needed lipstick. We tongue-wrestled for almost a minute there in the hallway of our high school, her perky breasts pushing into my hard chest, and my hands gliding down the athletic arch of her back, cupping her goddess-level buttocks in my hands, the skirt of her tennis uniform quickly slipping up into a belt. She wiggled in my grasp, surprised by being groped in the main hall, but it was already two hours after school ended, and the place was deserted. She was sweaty and sticky after her intense match, especially her panties, but the raw smell of her turned me on so fast my six inch cock felt ready to snap.

"Babe," I huffed, breaking out hot kiss. "Gimme a handjob."

Erica's big green eyes widened and she tried to suppress and an awkward smile. "What . . . right now? Here?"

"Please!" I almost whined. Luckily I knew Erica thought I was kind of cute when I whined. "Damn thing won't go down. Watching you bounce around the tennis court in your tiny little skirt, grunting like your being fucked hard every time you hit the ball . . . shit . . . it hurts babe. I need it." 

I wasn't joking. My cock was pushing seven inches it was so hard, and my jeans did not have enough room to accommodate it. There was only one way to put this snake back in its hole, and that was coaxing the venom out. 

Erica danced on the tips of her toes and gasped in frustration, looking back and forth just to make sure no one was watching. "But we're already late for your committee meeting," she whispered.

"Ms. Lopez knows you had a match, and Leyla can handle one committee meeting without you, Little-Miss-Over-Achiever," I teased, squeezing her juicy ass-cheeks with every syllable. 

Erica grunted and punched me in the shoulder, feigning protest, but the sly little smile from her puckered lips told me one thing: I was about to get a handjob.

"Alright," she giggled. "Let's find a closet or something." 

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There had never been any doubt in my mind of course, I knew what sway my dastardly charms had over Erica, and although we hadn't gone 'all the way' yet I never went without a helpful handjob or occasionally blow. No blue balls for this stud. 

Few people had any idea how down Erica was for shit like that. Erica had always been an over-achiever, a classic girl-next-door with a 4.0 GPA, several extracurricular activities under her belt as well, like tack-and-field, swimming, varsity cheerleading, and especially tennis, a sport at which she dominated so hard there was talk of her going pro, not to mention the black belts she had in judo and karate. And to top it all off she was beautiful. Short red hair that seemed to move with her every joyous, expressive gesture, her brilliant smile, her perfect green eyes, her toned athletic body, her firm breasts that didn't need a bra to stay afloat, and finally (the pièce de résistance) a big heart-shaped ass that would have made any pornstar a top-tier attraction. The problem she was having with her tennis uniform was not unique. Her big butt seemed to push away clothing like there was a force-field around it. Panties got bunched up into thongs, shorts gut bunched up into panties, and skirts seemed to peel up like the foreskin of a penis retreating from a hardening cockhead. That ass simply could not and would not be contained. 

I was frankly amazed that such a 'ten' was willing to date a guy like me, a semi-loser who barely came in third at swim-meets and didn't set any records at track. But I knew why she liked me. I was a cocky jerk to her, I picked on her, and I teased her. No one else ever treated the 'Tennis Queen' that way, and I guessed it excited her. I remember the first time I worked up the nerve to talk to her. She was talking to Chad Jefferson, the varsity football team's star quarterback, a really handsome guy with a perfect 'Captain America' sort of reputation, all chivalry and manners and shit like that. He had been trying to flirt with her I guess, comparing notes about their workout routines (she was asking about doing more cardio), and I went right up to her and interrupted the conversation with . . . "Well don't work-out too much, some guys like a girl with a fat-ass like yours," and I slapped her right across her big butt so hard it echoed in the stadium, this popular girl I had never spoken to before in my life, this girl who EVERYONE said should be dating Chad because they'd be SUCH a fucking cute couple.

The look she had given me was priceless, her mouth and eyes popped open in big circles, and Chad went so red in the face I thought his head might pop. For a second I had really worried that I had just committed the greatest faux-pas in my life, but not ten minutes later Erica was giving me the most epic blowjob ever behind the gym. We weren't very well hidden, and when Chad came looking for Erica he found her, kneeling on her sweater, my balls slapping against her chin, my hand tangled in her hair. I came so hard that her cheeks swelled up like a chipmunk and she swallowed my nut (which was the absolute only time she has ever done that) and all if it right in front of Chad, the guy who EVERYONE said she should be dating, because they'd look SO fucking cute together.

The cherry on the cake had been when I she popped off my cock and I shot two more gushes of spunk onto her chest, and just she turned to Chad and said in the most nonchalant way "Can you go get me a paper towel or something?" 

I had fallen in love with her right then, and I was falling in love with her right now as she jerked me off in the janitor's closet. 

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Back to the present.

I'm standing on a dirty, musty closet with a mop sticking into my back, but I am in heaven, and there is an angel kneeling before me. What had started as a mercy-handjob for my aching cock had turned into a sloppy, noisy blowjob. For some reason the hornier I get the harder it is for me to cum, like my balls just clench up or something and the spunk can't get out, which means Erica has to work harder and harder to pop it off. 

After five minutes of jacking me off with her spit-covered hands like she was trying to polish a rusty pipe she grunted and peeled off her tennis top, her perky tits bouncing out like peachy globes. I mauled them for a minute, even lowering my mouth over one of her nipples and sucking hard, but she pushed me away and dropped her top on the dirty ground, kneeling on it so she wouldn't scrape her knees. 

Erica had a determined look on her face, like a soldier on a mission, but with a cocky sneer. She was going to bust my nut no matter what, whatever it took. The over-achiever in her was coming out, aroused by the challenge of a fat dick that just won't spit it up for whatever reason. She jacked my cock like she had something to prove, like she was being tested and this was her chance to get into Harvard, and all she needed was a letter of recommendation written in my cum all over her face. 

Erica wrapped her lips around my helmet and started popping on and off of it with a powerful suction, filling the closet with loud smacks. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She let go of my shaft with one hand and started playing with my balls (something she barely ever did).

"C'mon Princess," I teased her. "You got all those trophies and black belts in your room, and you can't even suck one cock right?"

She bit me, not hard, but enough to make me gasp. She looked up at me with fire in her eyes. Even with my dick in her mouth it was almost as if she were saying "I'll show you what I can do, you bastard." I had done it now. I had woken up the beast in her. She reached up and clenched my ass, and slowly, ever so slowly, began to slide her mouth down the thick shaft of my cock, her throat bulging a little as my helmet passed her tongue. She choked a little, her gag reflex fighting against the last two inches, but then it happened: I felt her chin touch my balls. 

BOOM!

That was the ticket. I started to gasp, almost whimper really, as my body stiffened and melted at the same time. I grabbed the sides of her head and stated to shake her head back and forth, causing Erica to loudly slurp and choke over my shaft, drooling big strands of spit all over her chest as she nearly vomited. I was sure that I was hurting her, but I didn't care. This was the most intense orgasm of my life, and I was going to live it to the fullest. 

"Holy shit . . . Erica . . . FUCK!!" I cried, a tear actually rolling down my cheek, and my cock swelled in her throat. Thrusting deep, I must have shot the first blast right into her gut, but the kickback was enough to start sliding out, and every inch of her throat was coated in blast after blast of hot, sticky boy-honey. She choked again and two big bubble of semen popped out of her nose. Her green eyes went cross, her cheeks swelled, and when my cock finally exploded from her mouth it did so with a volcanic eruption of cum, coating her face and oozing onto her breasts.

Erica was gasping, crying, and shuddering as she struggled to breathe through the semen clogging her throat, but I'll be damned if she didn't grasp my dick and flog every last drop out, squeezing the last of my load onto her lips. 

Erica smiled up at me, licking her lips even as more cream oozed out of her mouth. "Feel better, baby?"

"Erica . . . oh baby," I gasped. "Thank you. That was the most fucking intense thing of my life."

"So intense you didn't even see me open the door," a new voice said.

Erica and I gasped and looked to see that indeed the door to the janitor's closet was open, and standing there was the busty silhouette of Ms. Lopez, our homeroom teacher, advisor of the Prom Planning Committee, and a longtime friend of Erica's mother. 'Longtime' as in rumor was they were lesbian lovers in college. Erica even called her 'Auntie.'

Ms. Lopez was a gorgeous woman with long, curly black hair, flawless brown skin, and a stack of tits that had a funny habit of breaking whatever she was wearing if she so much as inhaled too much. Once she had sneezed while lecturing in class, and her blazer, blouse, and even bra all popped open right in front of everyone, flashing for the briefest of moments the most perfect brown nipple I had ever seen. Even now her blouse of the day had already lost the top three buttons, and her cleavage was so exposed I could see that she was wearing a purple bra with a little pearl clasp.

Despite being beautiful, she was also very intimidating, and she was standing with a big frown on her face while her hands perched up high on her curvy hips. Her high-heeled shoe was tapping loudly against the floor.

"Hey Auntie," Erica said, sounding very awkward, but also a little smug. "You . . . you're not going to tell mom about this . . . are you?" 

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Ms. Lopez was chuckling to herself as she led me back to the committee room like some wayward puppy. Erica she had allowed to go to the locker-room and shower off. No amount of paper towels was going to get rid of the smell of that amount of spunk.

I had been worried that 'Auntie' Lopez was going to kill me . . . LITERALLY . . . like she was going to wrap my head in those big tits of her and pop it like grape. I briefly hallucinated that she and I were in a video game like Mortal Kombat or something, and she was beating the shit out of me while wearing nothing but a thong. A big voice boomed "FINISH HIM" and she wraps her tits around my head and SPLAT!

Oddly enough the thought kind of got me hard again. 

"So . . . so am I getting expelled or what?" I asked.

Ms. Lopez signed and turned around, looking me over with an evocative smile on her face. "No. I should report you, of course. Both of you, but I'm going to admit something to you," she said, sauntering up so close her perfect breasts nearly pressed against my chest. I could smell her perfume. Lilac. "I'm a little biased when it comes to Erica, and not just because I use to eat her mother's pussy."

I was stunned that Ms. Lopez so frank with me. I mean . . . she had always been the 'cool' teacher, the one the girls went to talk to and the boys openly worshipped, but she had never treated me like anything other than a regular student. Had throat-fucking her pseudo-niece won me some sort of respect?

Lopez tapped my chest. "That girl has bright things in her future, and I just want her to be happy. Have you guys fucked yet? Not just oral, I obviously saw how much she takes after her mother when it comes to cocksucking. I mean pee-pee in her gee-gee?" She laughed a little. 

"No," I said, blushing.

Ms. Lopez looked a little relived. "Well . . . if you do, just promise me you'll wear one of these," she said, producing a pink condom from out of thin air and waving it in front of my face. I reached up for it, but she swiped it away and then (REALLY) tucked it down the front of my pants, her hand making contact with my semi-erect cock. 

"Let me know if you need more," she whispered, winking. "But for now, get your ass back to class." 

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I stumbled back into class in a daze, Ms. Lopez strutting back to her desk with a wry smile on her face that only I understood, or would ever believe. The condom was nestled between my cock and my balls, right where she had tucked it, and it felt weird, but also extremely arousing. 

The class had about twenty or so people in at, all members of the Prom Planning Committee, an elite task force of cheerleaders, athletes, popular kids, cool nerds . . . and me I guess . . . who banded together to throw the most bitching Prom ever. Our main goal right now was just to raise money. Like . . . thousands of fucking dollars worth, mostly as seed money for next year's class since our Prom had been funded by last year's senior class. Everybody was broken up into little circles and brainstorming ideas. Bake-sales, car-washes, charity events, and whatever. We were going to do it all. 

"Hey Johnny, how did Erica's match go?" a girl with a foreign accent shyly asked. 

I looked up to see the pretty face (and big nose) of Leyla Baba, one of Erica's best friends. Leyla was a pretty girl, as just about every girl Erica surrounded her with seemed to be, but she was not at all like the rest of my girlfriend's clique of uber-athletic nymphs. Leyla was a foreign exchange student from Khuzestan, or Kazakhstan, or Pakistan, or Who-the-fuck-knows-stan, so naturally despite being smart and very pretty she did not fit in here at Woodland, a small town shoved so far up America's asshole that the trees smelled like apple-pie. The month she moved here she actually wore a big scarf thing around the face, leaving only her eyes visible. No one talked to her other than Erica, who is probably the only person in town smart enough to know the difference between a Muslim and a muskrat, and so the two became friends. It took a while, but Leyla stopped weighing the scarf-mask-thing and started dressing like a normal American girl, although she didn't go for the crop-tops, tank-tops, and tiny shorts that Erica went for, not to mention the way most girls were letting their thong underwear peek up the sides of their hips these days. Too bad. Even underneath all the clothes she wore, Leyla obviously had a rocking body, but she was WAY too shy to ever show it. 

"She was radical. That bitch from River City High was tripping over herself trying to return the Tennis Queen's serves."

"Oh . . . good . . . I am very glad for her," Leyla blushed. She didn't like strong language, which was another reason she didn't fit in around here. At Woodland High everyone talked some heavy shit. Erica would even whisper things like "I'm going to rape you, bitch," into the ear of her opponent before a match. I once heard her very graphically describe how she was going to fuck her opponent up the ass with the handle of her tennis-racket once, and Erica was going to make the girl's family watch. After Erica won I remember her opponent looking terrified, some part of her convinced that she actually was about to get ass-fucked right there, in front of everyone, but Erica let her off with a kiss on the cheek. 

We just talked that way. 

"Um . . . Johnny," Leyla asked, very shyly. "Do you think . . . do think I'd look good with a tattoo . . . I mean . . . you know . . . sexy?"

It took me a few moments to register what she had asked. A tattoo? I had never seen Leyla's skin past her wrists or neck, why would she ask about a tattoo? 

"Leyla," I almost laughed, "where the fuck is this coming from? I mean . . . a TATTOO? Have you ever even had a rub-on before?"

Leyla's dark eyes went round. "A rub-on? Is that like . . . a sex thing?"

I almost collapsed. "Look . . . why are you asking me about tattoos out of nowhere all of the sudden."

Leyla blushed, biting her lip. She was breathing heavily and looking a little hot and bothered. "Well, it's just that the new boy told me that girl's with my skin tone look really sexy with tattoos, and that they're becoming more acceptable in society, and that they make you feel more confident, and well . . . sexy."

I had no idea what she was talking about. "New boy? What new boy?"

Leyla blushed deeper, and slowly turned around.

I had no idea why I hadn't seen him sooner. Amongst the familiar faces and nymph-like bodies of the committee members stood a titan of a young man, his rippled back turned to me. He was wearing a tank-top that seemed to coat his body like a layer or warm milk, every detail of his super-human physique in total definition. This guy was more than 'fit,' Chad Jefferson was 'fit' and he was the most handsome boy in school, but this guy was JACKED! He didn't look like an athlete though, not with his ripped up jeans and scuffed boots, or that leather bands he wore around his wrists, or the swirling, hypnotic tattoos that trailed up his python-like arms. His hair was reddish brown and spiky, but not with hair-jell. It was just spiky and jagged, naturally somehow.  

Even from across the room I could almost see the waves of heat his body was giving off, slight fluctuations in the air around him like asphalt on a hot day, and the flock of teenage (18 and over) girls around him were melting like ballerinas made of ice. He was speaking to one in particular, a busty cheerleader with curly blonde hair and blue eyes like radioactive sapphires. 


The Big Bad Rick Wolfe



He was talking to Lily Monday, the captain of the varsity cheerleading squad and Erica's 'arch-rival,' but only at sports. Lily was an Olympic level athlete and gold-medalist at being sexy, but she was stupider than the sugar-free bubblegum she was always popping between her bright pink pips. She and Lily were actually good friends, but they competed with an almost dangerous level of zeal. Erica had actually once passed out after trying to keep up with Lily during a marathon, and Lily had never let it down.

Lily was gazing up at the stranger with a ditzy look of childlike wonderment and obviously, sexual awe, popping big bubbles of gum in a way that almost looked like she was sucking cock. She was leaning against a desk, fidgeting nervously, hanging onto his every word, her gazelle-like likes shaking a little bit, her panties no doubt soaked. 

This was obvious to everyone . . . including Chad Jefferson . . . Lily's current boyfriend. 

After I had snatched Erica up, Chad and Lily were the next most logical pairing, and social pressure had made them a couple, even if they had nothing in common other than athletics and perfect bone-structure. Still, Chad was looking mighty jealous and pissed off that the girl he was taking to Prom was ogling some tattooed punk like a horny kitten meowing for milk. 

Maybe out of morbid fascination, or pity for Chad, I decided to intervene. I walked up to the titan and stood between him and Lily, breaking the thick sexual tension that had been building up between them.

"Hey, I'm Johnny. Johnny Clay," I said, holding out my hand. "Nice to meet you, and nice tats man."

That's when I saw his face. Holy shit. This must be what Adonis looked like, if Adonis was a badass. His eyes were so sharp I swore they were cutting into my skin. He snarled down at me a little, noticing that unlike the many other people around him I was not a horny schoolgirl aching for his dick. The look on his face was obvious, as if her were saying "why would I want to talk to you when there's all his hot pussy," but instead he shook my hand and was surprisingly polite. 

"Rick Wolfe," he said in a voice as smooth as heroin and whiskey.

"Kinda late in the school year to be transferring in," I said. "I mean, Prom is less than a month away." 

He snorted. "Got kicked out of my last school for . . . well . . . a lot of reasons, but giving the principal's daughter a tramp stamp probably didn't help. The judge was actually pretty cool and said that if I could just wait out the rest of my senior year in this shithole I won't have to go to jail."

"Oh . . . awesome," I whimpered. "You're a . . . a tattoo artist?"

"Yeah," he smirked, more confident than a cat cornering a mouse. "But I only do girls . . . in case you were wondering."

Some of the girls snickered. If there had been some insult in his statement I didn't really get it, but there was obviously something about this guy's attitude that was just over my head. There was an awkward silence in the room, which was broken by Erica returning. I lost my breath looking at her, she was so beautiful. She was glistening with that right-out-of-the-shower look, her short red hair fluffy and clean, and the clothe she was wearing clung to the steamy dampness of her curves. The impression of her perky nipples were obvious against the white material of her t-shirt, revealing that he didn't have a bra on, and her skimpy track shorts were tucked so far down her hips that the V-shape of her toned crotch was visible. Another couple inches and we'd all see the top of her puffy little pussy. Erica was not a shy girl. She had gone skinny dipping with half of the people in this room at some point, and I know she and Lily had literally taken baths together . . . like . . . as recently as last week. 

She looked at me and smiled, but her eyes were drawn up to something more magnetic, something with more gravity. Rick Wolfe. Her smile melted into awe, her eyes tinged with a bit of fear. The moment between them was so tense that it seemed to slow time, an hour slowly wasting away in the span of a split-second, a thousand confused emotions struggling for supremacy. There was something primordial about it, like two endangered tigers passing each other in the forest, each realizing for the first time that they weren't the last of their kind.

I don't know what all that came to my head, but it did, and it horrified me. Is this what Chad felt like?

"Alright everyone!" Ms. Lopez said, shaking me out of my hypnotic state. "We all have our assignments ready, so I want everyone to break up into small teams for the next couple weeks, and we'll each take on a few fund-raising events. Divide and conquer." Ms. Lopez went around the room assigning each team to a task for the coming weeks, but we were all pretty aware of the plan. By the time she got to us I knew what our part was. "Chad, Lily, Leyla, Erica, and Johnny, you guys are going to be handling the raffle, the library stand, the bake-sale, and the car-wash."

"Damn," I muttered. "Four events for the five of us? That's more than anyone else is doing."

"Thank Erica for that," Ms. Lopez laughed, "she's the one who signed you up for that many."

I looked to Erica and she shrugged shyly. Little-Miss-Over-Achiever had done it again. 

"Hey," Ms. Lopez said, "why don't you guys take Rick into your group?"

Suddenly I felt like Ms. Lopez had just pinned one of my nuts to the floor underneath her heel and crushed it.

"YEAH!" Lily practically screamed, perking up so fast her tits bounced. "I mean . . . yeah . . . awesome. He can totally help with all the heavy lifting and shit. He looks really . . . really strong," Lily said, breathing heavily, practically on the edge or orgasm.

"I can lift fine by myself," Chad said, but no one seemed to be listening to him. We were all standing in a circle around Rick, and he was left out.

"Perfect," Erica said, wiggling past Rick and taking my arm. That was a relief to me. I thanked God she wasn't totally ignoring me like Lily was with Chad. "Chad and Lily will do the raffle, Leyla's got the library, Johnny and I will do the bake-sale, and we can all come back together for the car-wash at the end of next week with the rest of the cheerleaders. So," she looked up at Rick, beaming like a spunky little star, "what are you up for?"

Rick smiled wolfishly, and looked around. He looked at Lily, than Leyla, and then Erica, like was checking off a list in his head. There was something undeniably predatory about the way he analyzed them.

"Everything," he finally said. "I want to do all the events."

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When Rick had volunteered for all of the fundraising events, to my ears it sound more like "I want to fuck every girl in this room," but I just dismissed that as paranoia, only by the end of that very school day I leaned that my paranoia was well justified. 

Rick hadn't just been expelled from Mountain High School for giving the principal's daughter a tramp-stamp, since she was 18 and there was nothing illegal about giving that. Rick had gotten expelled for fucking the shit out of her on a regular basis, pimping her out like a whore, and forcing her to sell drugs for him. And she hadn't been alone. Rick's stylish and provocative tattoos apparently decorated the bodies of nearly every girl about to graduate from Mountain High, and more than a few teachers' asses as well. The school had hushed it up, firing the young female teachers who had been slinging drugs for him and expelling a couple of his bottom bitches (including the principal's daughter who was quietly moved to a cushy rehab facility in California), but the truth was well enough known around the county that no one was really fooled. 

It seemed Rick already had a reputation around Woodland High as well. I had noticed that the school bus drive, a busty and somewhat attractive woman in her late twenties, had a new dragon tattoo that spiraled over her arm. Rick's handiwork. Also, apparently a few of the more attractive trophy wives around town had suddenly gotten an appetite for intimate little roses and heart tattoos to be placed on their inner-thighs and breasts. Rick did house calls, it seemed.

There was no doubt in my mind that Rick's willingness to participate in so many fundraiser events was just to scope out the field, and from the way he had looked over Erica there was also no doubt that she was going to be on his hit list.

"You know I was thinking I'd do all of the events too," I told Erica as I walked her home after school. "I mean, I don't have sports or Year Book to worry about like you and Leyla, so why not."

"Mmm, okay," Erica shrugged, not sensing my concern. "I'm sure it'll be nice for the new guy too, since he won't have to deal with new people every day." She gave me a kiss before turning up her driveway, and I drooled over the way her big ass rolled around in those skintight shorts of hers. For some reason it was a huge relief to hear her call Rick the 'new guy' instead of by his name. It made me feel like he hadn't made such a big impression on her like he had on Lily, whose nipples were so erect by the end of the day that they looked ready to cut their way out of her cheerleading uniform. An image of her naked body flashed in my mind, her perfect peachy skin stretched taught over her lithe muscles, her perky breasts, her hairless pussy, and from neck to toe she was covered in erotic tattoos. I knew that wasn't going to happy to Erica. 

But as Erica opened the front door to her house she lingered a moment, her ass rolling as he swayed in place, and she half turned to me biting her lip and blushing a little. Then she asked me a question that horrified me.

"Um, baby?" she asked. "Do you think I'd look good with a tattoo?"

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I rode my bike to the local shopping mall at about 4pm the next day, going home first to shower after school. Chad, Lily, and Rick were probably already there, since they had all been allowed to skip the last hour of school to set up the raffle where they'd attract the most attention, that being the mall.

I had felt distracted and worried all day, and the further stories I was hearing about Rick weren't making me feel any better. Becky Callahan came to school crying when she found out that her parents would be getting a divorce, and apparently her mother getting a provocative tramp stamp over her amble buttocks had something to do with it, a tattoo that Rick had given her after a very, very, long session at his place. Also, Sara-Jean Jacobson had been hearing from her cousin who had graduated from Mountain High the year before that Rock Wolfe was something of a champion 'cherry-picker,' having popped almost every virgin girl to turn 18 in their little town, and not a one of them had any complaints about the experience, other than that Rick could go a little TOO hard. The worse was when I had passed by the teacher's lounge and overheard Mrs. Cummings whispering loudly to Ms. Lopez about that 'dirty stud' who moved in down the street, and who was scheduled to give her a big monarch butterfly tattoo on her lower back. 

Mrs. Cummings was a well known slut around town, and even her wimpy husband seemed to realize that every cock in town had roosted in his wife's open henhouse, but the idea of her fucking a student, even one like Rick, was a bit more than Ms. Lopez seemed able to tolerate. She did not look amused at all, and loudly criticized Mrs. Cummings for being inappropriate. The word 'inappropriate' coming from the woman who had tucked a condom underneath my cum-coated cock the other day seemed a little hypocritical, but as free-spirited and open-legged as Ms. Lopez was, she would have never fucked a student, and I don't think she much cared for the aura of machismo that Rick brought with him to Woodland. 

That was relieving at least. I had an ally in Ms. Lopez. Not only was she cool with me getting my cock sucked by her 'niece,' she also disliked Rick. 

I walked into the mall and looked around for the raffle booth. It was a crowded today and the scene seemed to be especially thick with attractive women today, busty well-dressed housewives on their way to or from the spa, college girls arm-in-arm with their favorite studs, and entire flocks of slutty teenagers whose budding young bodies were just filling up and getting over the awkward, gawky stage of youth.

I found the booth set up uncomfortably close to one of those lingerie/fetish stores, and the first thing I noticed was Chad's red face, looking embarrassed and angry. He was sitting alone and not doing much to advertise the one-dollar raffle tickets that came with a small chance of winning a grand prize of a slightly used Kawasaki jet-ski that had been donated to the school. 

Then I saw why he looked so angry. Standing near the raffle booth was Lily Monday, his alleged girlfriend, looking like an all-American wet-dream in a flirty little yellow sundress that was so transparent the faint outline of her white thong-panties and bra was visible, and her tight body was giggling and wiggling impatiently, as if an army of tickling ants had gotten into her underwear and were tap-dancing on her clit. Even her curly blonde hair look extra-springy today, bouncing every time she hopped from one foot to the other, laughing breathlessly. 

She was vigorously and almost violently flirting with Rick Wolfe, whose rugged, jacked, and tattooed musculature must have seemed like something out of another kind of wet-dream, the kind of wet-dream a desperately horny and brave girl would have. He was wearing the exact same clothes as yesterday, and I had to wonder if he had even changed or if it was the same ripped jeans and tank-top. There was a thick aroma about him that was pungent and salty, and although it disgusted me I think Lily was actively getting drunk on it. 

"Stop being so silly," Lily laughed, playfully slapping her little palm against one of Rick's bulging biceps. "I can't get a tattoo! It . . . it wouldn't look good on me."

"You'd look amazing with a tattoo," Rick assured, his deep voice halfway between a sexual growl and whisper. "Your skin would be perfect for something colorful, like a flower or a peacock." As he said this his hand actually slid down her back, like a sculpture feeling an untouched piece of marble, and I think Lily may have had a small orgasm right there. She was shivering. 

"Um . . . hey Chad," I said, realizing that I was going to be completely ignored by Rick and Lily. "How's it going?" I asked, knowing exactly how it was going for him: terribly. 

Chad just grunted.

"Selling lots of raffle tickets?" I asked, awkwardly trying to make small talk as Lily actually pushed her chest against Rick's, impatiently trying to climb up his body like little girl waiting for a turn on the jungle-gym. 

Chad just grunted again. 

"Oh . . . okay . . . cool. Awesome," I said, scratching my neck. "Look, I'm gonna go get a soda or something. You want one?"

Chad didn't even grunt that time, and I left, hoping Rick and Lily would have cooled down a bit by the time I got back.

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When I got back Chad was alone, and now he looked ready to cry, or maybe even pull out a gun and start shooting people. His awkward rage was so apparent that people were avoiding him, and the attractive women of the mall would glance at him with pitying looks of disgust as the swerved around the booth, avoiding it like it was a sick animal or something. I think that the women could just smell the weakness and insecurity in Chad, the way animals did, and it was obviously hurting ticket sales.

Rick and Lily were nowhere to be seen.

I know I should have gone over there and offered to take over the booth. Chad really looked like he wanted to leave, but truth be told I couldn't. Whatever aura of weakness and humiliation that Chad was letting off repulsed me too, and I really, really didn't want to ask him something stupid like "where's Lily at?" knowing that such an obvious and unavoidable question might make him cry, and I didn't need to see another man cry.

I scooted past him and darted into the lingerie/fetish/novelty store that was behind the booth, a stupid retail chain called "Naughty" but on the sign it was spelled "Nottee," with a sexy little cartoon witch winking. Stores like this hadn't existed a few years ago, but after chains like Spencer's became acceptable the floodgates sort of broke and now it was totally normal for a mother and daughter to be seen looking at a shelf that had latex boots, t-shirts, and big black dildos on display. The store was pretty crowded and it seemed to be the normal cluster of idiots that came to Nottee on a Tuesday afternoon. There were some older women snickering over handcuffs and sex-toys with their husbands, younger women posing in the mirror as they compared themselves to the pornstars in the advertisements, and of course a few younger guys my age whose eyeballs looked ready to pop-out, not to mention the public boners they were sporting. 

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," a college age girl was loudly whispering to her friend, standing by the entrance to the changing rooms. "Are they in there right now?"

"Yeah, can't you hear them?" the other laughed back. "Holy shit, I think that stud's really giving it to her in there."

The two girls were in their early 20s, and must have been the clerks working at the store, because they each were sporting nothing by Nottee merchandise. The first had short black hair with long bangs dangling wetly over one heavily mascara-coated eye, and her tight black t-shirt had a grinning skill printed over either full, buxom breast, just where her erect nipples were. The other had curly black hair and red eye-shadow, and her 'uniform' was comprised of a leather miniskirt and of so much fishnet that you'd think she was caught at sea or something. 

"Should we do something?" asked the first, blushing a little. 

"You mean like join in?" the second asked, laughing again, and the two fell into a fit of snickering. "No way. That guy was a total stud, but I think he was just a high-schooler, and that blonde bimbo he took in was differently a cheerleader from Woodland. I think I've seen her before." 

Alarm bells went off in my head. Were they talking about Rick and . . . and LILY?

I had to know. Shuffling past them I grabbed for some clothes and headed for the changing room as if I were actually going to try some of that stupid Goth-shit on. There were only two stalls and they were side-by-side. One was occupied and from it was emanating the quivering, breathless sounds of a girl in desperate arousal, along with the gentle, deep sound of a very masculine voice whispering something reassuring, but also demanding. 

I stepped into the unoccupied stall without much of a plan, but one presented itself when I saw that there was a slim crack in the boards, one that I could see through, and feeling like a total perv I did. I just had to see if it was Rick and Lily or not, and once I knew for certain that it wasn't, I was gone. I was sure that it wasn't though, how could it be? Rick seemed like a stud no doubt, but all the stories about him had to be exaggerated, they were too cartoonish not to be, and despite what a heartless bitch Lily could be sometimes I couldn't believe she'd fuck another guy thirty feet away from her boyfriend. 

I looked in, and my jaw dropped when my vision was filled with the sight of the tightest, roundest, hairless, and most unblemished peach of an ass I had ever seen (next to Erica's). The girl it belonged to was bent over, waving her perfect butt around provokingly, and I could see the puffy lips of pussy as well, pink and wet with excitement, and I felt my dick getting hard from the flawless sight of it. 

SMACK!

A man's hand came down and spanked the ass, making the girl it belonged to squeal and then giggle. The big, vein-covered, knuckled hand gripped the cheek of her ass, and the flesh oozed around his grip like warm dough. He squeezed so hard that he must have caused her discomfort, because she wiggled pathetically and danced on the tip of her toes. He reached up again and the hand came down in a slow, powerful series of playful spanks. 




The Big Bad Rick Wolfe



SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

By the time he was down the girl was huffing in exhaustion and the cheeks of her ass were as pink as her swollen pussy was, which was now literally dripping on the floor. The man stood behind her, filling my vision without anything but his rock-hard, well-muscled buttocks, the flexing glutes of which could have belonged to a horse. The skin was tan and smooth, and across his rippling back were swirling, frightening tattoos of dragons, flames, and a naked succubus. 

I knew then that the man was Rick, those tattoos were approximate matches to the ones on his arms, and although the only thing I could see was his stallion buttocks as he mounted the mystery girl, I couldn't look away. I had to get some idea of who the filly was this stallion was mounting.

I saw his semi-erect dick hanging between his muscular thighs and . . . it . . . was . . . HUGE! The muscle hung down like a baby's arm holding an apple, or like a tanned, purple-headed anaconda with thick, pulsing veins running down its leathery neck. The fat cock was already glistening wetly with saliva and the faintest trace of sparkly lip-gloss that only made it about half way to his impossibly bulky base. Apparently the girl who had sucked him before letting him fuck her couldn't manage the whole thing, and I didn't blame her. A girl would need a detachable jaw to swallow that beast. 

The sparkly lip-gloss coating his cock was pink.

Hadn't Lily been wearing pink lip-gloss?

"Oh fuck! FUCK!" the girl squealed as he pushed in, the muscles of her pink pussy stretching audibly to accommodate him. "Holy shit you're fucking big!" The girl's voice was nasally and bratty, just like Lily's, but it was too strained and high-pitched for me to be sure. I think any girl would sound like that when getting impaled by a meat-log like Rick's fat fucker. 

"Bigger than your faggot-ass boyfriend?" Rock laughed deeply.

The girl giggled, but was also huffing in pain. "Not even . . . he's not even close . . . that bitch couldn't even . . . he couldn't even," the girl gasped trying to recite some embarrassing anecdote about how sexually inept her boyfriend was, I figured, but Rick didn't care. He grabbed her waist and started to buck, no longer bothering to push it in slowly for her to get use to her.

The bucking was hard from the start, his rock-solid ass pulling back and slamming forward with a foot's worth of space with every thrust, and each time I could hear a SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! from her ass when his muscular thighs struck her. He fucked her hard and deep, and she wailed with painful joy, but he was still going slowly. 

Then, the sound of the thrusting got wetter, and her leg suddenly suffered a spasm and I watched a trickling little waterfall gush from where his cock met her pussy, rivulets of cum dribbling down his legs and off his apple-sized scrotum. Her wailing broke into a sort of squeaking whimper, and I knew she was cumming harder than she even had before. 

Rick just held her quivering body in place and kept himself balls-deep, letting her body spasm as she rode out her explosive orgasm.

"Did you cum already?" Rick asked, surprised and a little disappointed. 

"I . . . I . . . I," the girl was crying in embarrassment. Usually it was the reverse with boys and girls, and I guessed that it was usually the reverse with this girl and whoever her unlucky boyfriend was, but now the tables were turned, and it was she exploding with cum before the boy was even halfway home. "Just . . . just fuck me again! Harder! Faster! Fuck me however you want! You OWN IT!"

Rick reached down and spun the girl over, swiveling her body on his cock and slapping her chest against his with herculean strength. Her lithe, slender legs wrapped around his waist and her pushed her against the wall, his ass bucking up into her harder and faster than before, and this time she didn't whimper or squeal. She was silent; the only sounds filling the changing room were his masculine grunts and the wet sound of her pussy being boxed like a new punching-bag, and I guessed that the only reason she was so quiet was because his cockhead went so deep it knocked the air out of her.

I must have been right, because a minute later I heard her weakly inhale and then scream, her beautiful, feminine voice wavering and shattering like a banshee in a room full of thin, volcanic glass. Her hands were scarping across the bulging muscles of his back, her pink nails leaving red streaks in his tanned flesh, and her long legs were shaking with erratic seizures.

"FUCK! YOU FUCKING STUD! FUCK IT! FUCKING KILL IT! FUCKING KILL MY PUSSY!" the girl cried, only stopping when I heard her teeth sink into the meat of Rick's shoulder. If she was biting him with even half the strength that she screamed with than I knew she must have drawn blood, but Rick didn't stop. He only fucked her harder.

The girl came up for air and wailed again, this time mournfully, but her cry was inflected every time he would thrust into her, going from just the tip being in to ball's-deep with every brutal plow. His grunts became louder too, but it was still another several minutes before he finally allowed himself to break, and I say 'allow' because I don't think this girl had done anything to provoke his orgasm at all. She was helpless and quivering, broken on the top of his cock like a cheap sex-toy. He was cumming simply because he was done with her. 

"BITCH!" he roared, and his ass flexed mightily with the first blast of his orgasm, thrusting so deep I wondered if his cum would bubble up into her mouth.

He only allowed himself that one vaginal deposit though, and he pulled out so fast that her quivering body was left in the air, her wet back sticking to the wall for one supernatural moment before she fell to the ground, her butt bouncing against the carpet. I saw the girl's curly blonde hair bounce from the impact, and her jaw clicked as she bit her tongue, but there was no register of pain in her big blue eyes; she was too fucked for that.

"It is Lily," I silently mouth to myself in shock, recognizing her face in the one moment it was visible to me, just before Rick held his beating, pulsing monstrosity of a cock in front of her dazed face and coated in a tidal wave of hot, thick, and opaque cum. The first blast was enough to cover one open eye so thickly that I couldn't even tell what color it was, and the second went into her hair like a load of shampoo. The third hit her open mouth, and he grabbed her chin to aim the rest there, filling her up so quickly that her cheeks swelled like a slutty chipmunk, and her pink lips disappeared under the oozing overflow.

The was more spunk in that was cock than there was at the end of most gang-bangs in the pornos I watched. Lily was so caked in cum I couldn't recognize her anymore, and I worried she was going to drown in it. 

Rick obviously didn't give a shit though. As she lay against the wall gasping for air and feebly puking up his cum, he just leaned over and picked up her yellow sundress. It had been ripped in half, right down the middle, and in my mind flashed the image of Rick tearing it from her body while pushing her into the changing booth. Callously he wrapped the sundress around his brutal bitch-breaker and wiped it clean, stroking the last of his copious orgasm out of the slowly deflating shaft, and wiping the cum away from his balls and inner-thighs. By the time he was finished the sundress was transparent with bodily fluids and so soaked with protein that I knew when it dried it would be as crispy as a potato-chip. The last thing he did with the ruined garment was lazily wipe it across Lily's face, barely making a difference, and then dropping it on her head, leaving her face obscured but her perky breasts exposed, slowly beating with each labored breath.

"We'll talk later about that tattoo," Rick said down to her, but I wondered if she was even conscious enough to understand him. 

He quickly dressed, pulling up his jeans (no underwear) and pulling his tank-top back on. He exited the stall and didn't even close the door behind him, so that anyone who walked by would see Lily's cum-covered and sweat-drenched body leaning against the wall, her head covered by a sex-stained sundress.

I could hear his voice. He was talking to the two clerks, saying something about "clothes for the bitch," and "paying them back," and within a minute I saw the tight black pants and leather miniskirt of the clerks enter into the stall with Lily, each of them gasping in awe at the sight of her sexual destruction.

"I know exactly how I want him to pay me back," the fist clerk said.

"Me too, sweetie. Me too," the other responded."

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I waited a few minutes and then left the store, finding Chad sitting alone at the booth.

"Where's Rick?" I asked, looking around and not seeing his terrifying tattoos or bulging muscles anywhere. 

"He left," Chad grumbled. "He said he had something better to do . . . I actually think he said he had 'someone' better to do, but I don't know-"

Chad was interrupted by Lily as she marched out of the store, and I almost didn't recognize her at all. In place of the destroyed sundress was a pair of leather pants so tight they looked ready to snap, and they road so low that the crack of her toned ass peaked out. For a top she had on a black bikini underneath a transparent mesh shirt of black fishnets. Her hair (which I knew must be crusty from all the cum soaking it) was hidden underneath a backwards baseball cap that sported a naked demoness that looked a lot like Bettie Page. Her footsteps clicked on the floor because she was wearing a pair of stiletto heels that looked lethally sharp, and left her standing on nothing but the very tips of her toes. 

"Honey?" Chad gasped. "What-"

"Take me home," Lily demanded, sounding frustrated and annoyed. She wasn't even looking at him, instead looking around the mall for something. I would have bet a million dollars she was looking for Rick.

"But-"

"Take . . . me . . . home . . . NOW!"

Chad followed his 'girlfriend' to the parking lot. Even with his head down and shoulders slumped he was taller than her, but for some reason the swagger in her walk and palpable attitude in her posture made her look a thousand feet tall, and Chad like he was nothing more than a bug stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

For the next several hours, until the mall closed, I manned the raffle booth alone.

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"Can you believe Chad and Lily broke up?" Leyla Baba whispered to me during homeroom, her dark eyes darting around the room to make sure no one knew she was gossiping. Leyla was such a shy, well-behaved girl that she normally couldn't stand the idea of gossiping, even though the room was loudly abuzz with gossip of literally the exact same subject. 

"Yeah . . . actually . . . I can," I grumbled back.

Homeroom had really become a free-period since we were all so close to graduating, and most of us just used the time to work on Prom Committee stuff anyway. I looked over to Erica, for some reason seeing brief flashes of her sitting naked in that changing stall, her breasts quivering with desperate gasps, her face dripping with Rick's-

I shook my head. No. That hadn't been Erica. That had been Lily. Stupid, bitchy, bratty, nasty, slutty Lilly. Lilly, who had never been into Chad that much anyway. Lily, who would do something as dirty as fuck some asshole in the changing stall of a shitty retail store. 

Erica didn't notice me looking at her. She was on the computer and was studding something very intently, occasionally scrolling up and down and clicking on links. Her pretty face was so sharply focused I could see blue light reflecting in her green eyes, but I noticed that her lower body was also wiggling, and her skirt had ridden up so high I could see the full cheeks of the bottom of her ass. Her body language was giving a lot of mixed messages, like she was studding for a test and sneaking glances at pornography at the same time. 

"You're coming to the library after school today, right?" Leyla asked, sounding a little scared. "I don't want to be alone with . . . that boy," she whispered, referring to Rick.

I sighed in relief. Good old Leyla. She might have been Osama Bin Laden's niece for all I knew, but she was one of the good ones, shy and chaste, honest and humble. 

Only, she wasn't dressed as conservatively as she usually was, covering everything from ankle to wrist. It had simply been too hot today for that. Something about these small mountain town attracted the most radical weather. When it was hot it was so hot the tires on your car popped, and it when it was cold it was so cold your nuts could fall off. 

Leyla was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. Simply enough, only the natural curvaceous shape of her body was hard to hide. The t-shirt was baggy and thick, but it still melted around her natural f-cup breasts, and the sweat soaking it made it just transparent enough that I could make out the tops of her cinnamon-chocolate colored skin. The jeans should have been baggy as well, but Leyla's ass rivaled Erica's for sheer 'pop,' and it filled the jeans up nicely, even forcing the material into a deep wedge only her crack. She hadn't been away of it, but every boy in school had been ogling her since morning, and even the girl's jealously gazed down at her big butt, loudly whispering to their friends about where the Muslim girl got such bootilicious jeans.

"Don't worry Leyla," I said, trying my hardest not to stare at her breasts, "I'll be there with you the whole time."

She smiled weakly and I suddenly realized just how fucking beautiful she was. Feeling distracted, I got up to look at whatever had Erica so fascinated on the computer. Was she studying? Why would she be? She had a 3.8 GPA and had already been accepted to her first choice of colleges. Was she looking at porn? Maybe, actually. Erica was down as shit for stuff like that, even at school.

But when I looked over her shoulder I lost my breath in horror. It was a page on some social media website, Rick's page. Rick's page! RICK FUCKING WOLF'S PAGE! Erica was scrolling past images of girl after beautiful girl, the ugliest of them still being a solid 8 out of 10 on the boner-scale, and each of them in various states of undress, some of them almost pornographic. Some had hands over there naked breasts, others with their backs turned and their buttocks covered by nothing by the slimmest piece of a g-string imaginable, and all of them, all of them, every single fucking one of them, sporting one of Rick's tattoos.

"Erica . . . what are you looking at?" I whispered, hoping that my voice didn't sound to Erica as pathetic as it did to me.

Erica turned around with a warm blush, biting her lip. "Tattoos," she answered innocently. "Lily says Rick is giving her one, and . . . well . . . I've been thinking about getting one too."

I must have feinted, because when I woke up I was in the nurse's office.

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Nurse Nixxy Nice was leaning over my, looking into my eyes with a little flashlight, her heaving bosom nearly spilling out of the tight uniform she wore and left unzipped dangerously low. I don't know what pornographic universe Nurse Nixxy Nice had been born in, or by what science-fiction method she used to get to our universe, or for what reason she was allowed to work at a high school with a bunch of horny, impressionable 18 year olds. The first time I had seen her I thought she was a joke. I thought that she was a stripper looking for a bachelor party and somehow got lost on campus, but no, for some unimaginable reason this silly wet-dream was our school nurse.

She was tall and shaped like a tall hourglass, her breasts certainly fake, and her ass the result of a very focused regiment in the gym, which rumor had it involved getting pounded by Coach Jackson three times a week. The outfit she wore was skintight and made of something like latex, its white material stretched over her vulgar body like a small condom around a very, very large cock. Nothing about her was professional, even her hair was died bright, radioactive blue to match her favorite blue lipstick and blue eye-shadow. She didn't belong in this world, she belonged in an Anime or Hentai or something like that. 

"Well, you don't seem to have any major boo-boos or ouchies," Nurse Nice huffed in that breathless, husky voice of hers. "I guess I can let you go. I bet you just saw something that excited you and all your blood rushed to a 'certain' place to quickly. You did have an erection when that sexy little girlfriend of yours dragged you in. Don't feel too embarrassed. It happens to a lot of boys your age."

"Bitch," I mumbled just underneath my breath, annoyed by the way Nice was bending over and flashing me her thong.

"What was that?" She turned around, still bent over, the twist of her body pulling her latex skirt up even higher.

"Nothing!" I said, and I noticed that very high up on her big ass was a tattoo. It was really well done pinup of a busty model dressed as a nurse, perhaps styled after Nice herself.

"Hey," I asked, unable to stop myself. "Where did you get that tattoo?"

"Oh," Nice giggled. "Isn't it sexy?" she asked rhetorically, actually pulling up her uniform, bearing her entire ass and tiny g-string to me without even a speck of embarrassment or awareness of how inappropriate she was being. "This hot stud I met at a concert gave it to me. He did the whole thing in one sitting. It hurt like hell, but he was too tired from the epic levels of sex we had to care much. I thought that he was some biker or something from out of town, but can you believe that he's your age? I mean, I'm only 25, but I can't be going around fucking any more 18 year olds, especially since he goes to school here now. Fuck! I can't believe I fucked a student here . . . again."

The pieces fit together easily. "Rick Wolfe?"

"Yeah," Nice said, a smile widening on her face like a wet pussy ready to get fucked. "It's funny. Your girlfriend saw my tattoo also, and she guessed it was Rick's right away. I think she wants to get one too." 

I must have passed out again, because the next thing I knew it was 4:30pm, and that meant I was about an hour and a half late to meet up with Leyla at the library, and THAT meant that she had been alone for just that long with Rick Wolfe. 

I ran to the Library. 

#####

Not even nerds hung out at the library anymore, not with the internet being the thing it was, so by 3pm the only use anyone had for the old, giant building with all of its dark, cozy little corners was the schools couples who met for horny hook-ups. The Prom Committee had actually expected to sign a ton of tickets by setting up a booth right at the front entrance, since everyone coming and going were girlfriend-and-boyfriend, or boyfriend-and-boyfriend, or girlfriend-and-girlfriend, or even in a couple cases, boyfriend-and-TWO-girlfriends.

By the time I got to the library the Prom booth had already been set up . . . but it was empty. The log-book was there, the tickets were there, and even the collection box (miraculously not stolen) was still there, but Leyla and Rick were nowhere to be seen. 

I wandered around the large, crowded bookcases of the library, stupidly searching around as if I were going to find them crouching behind some books like this was a game of hide and go seek or some shit like that. What was I looking for? Why was I so nervous? Why was I so scared that I was going to find Leyla naked, bent over a desk, and getting the shit fucked out of her like Lily had? 

No way. That wasn't Leyla.

But then I nearly tripped, and when I looked down to see what I nearly tripped over I saw a pair of discarded jeans on the floor. They were baggy, but not baggy enough to have hidden the natural curves of a girl like Leyla, who I am sure was wearing these jeans earlier. 




The Big Bad Rick Wolfe



I kept stumbling around, the violent sounds of grunting barely registering in my conscious mind, and I found a baggy t-shirt, one that was soaked with sweat. Next I found a bra, a big one, the kind that a stacked babe like Leyla would have needed to keep her big tits under control. Last were the panties. Simple cotton white panties, not a thong or anything, just regular women's underwear, totally normal, except for the fact that they were on the ground in the school library and soaked.

"Oh God . . . oh shit . . . so big . . . harder . . . fuck me harder," a husky voice moaned, a girl's. It sounded like she was trying to keep her voice down but couldn't, her voice fluctuating with the wild beating of her heart, and the steady thumping of a fleshy drum. "Bastard . . . mother . . . FUCKER! FUCK ME!"

"Shhh," I man hushed her, although the thumping of the drum got faster and louder. "Quiet, bitch. This is a library."

I peaked around the corner. There was a round table and some chairs, a private study area, but what caught my eye was the familiar sight of Rick's bare ass, his muscular buttocks flexing with intimidating power as his hips thrust open something tight, wet, and fleshy.

It was Leyla. She was bent over the table like a naughty girl about to be spanked, her fat tits rolling underneath her brown body as she shook back and forth with every plunge of Rick's foot-long cock, her long legs curled in the air and spastically wrapped around his waist. I thought the look on her face was one of pain, since she was biting her lip and scrunching up her eyes until tears came out, but then she snarled a feral smile and looked back over her shoulder with a wild, dazed look of awe.

"Harder! Harder!" Leyla very loudly whispered. "C'mon! I can take it!"

Rick grabbed a handful of her wavy black hair and pulled back, causing Leyla to squeal joyfully as he plunged in even deeper than before, his muscular thighs beating her big ass like a drum. He pulled her back so hard that her tits came up and I was amazed at their size. They were huge! The nipples were big and round; so dark that they looked like two disks of melting chocolate on her cinnamon-mocha skin, all of which was glistening erotically as her body struggled to sustain Rick's sexual assault. But Leyla wasn't being assaulted at all. Her breasts were bouncing too much even for the titanic pummeling of Rick's fat dick. She was thrusting back. Leyla was fucking him back. 

"Oh god . . . right there, right there, right there, RIGHT FUCKING THERE!" Leyla squealed as she came, the soft curves of her brown body lighting up with slender muscles, her white teeth standing out brightly from her chocolate lips. Her body shook and she gripped the edge of the table, shaking it so hard that it caused some of the books to fall off of their shelves, and Rick just held himself in place, buried to the hilt, the bulky muscles of his biceps bulging as he held her down, with one hand on her hair and the other clenching the juicy meat of her ass.

Rick pulled out, and with a loud 'slurp' his cock popped free, allowing a deluge of sputtering girl-cum to follow after it. Rick took a step back and admired his work, Leyla's voluptuous body flopping and shivering on the table like a dying fish just pulled out of the water, and every inch of her body drenched with sweat. Her pussy was popping like a broken waterspout, and even after her orgasm ended it continued to drip, leaving a massive dark puddle on the carpet.

Leyla was weekly clawing at the smooth surface of the desk, hair stuck over her face in wet clumps, her mouth twisted into a delirious smile. It sounded like she was crying, but with joy. 

"Holy shit," she gasped. "That . . . that was . . . thank you so much," she uttered worshipfully.

"We're not done yet," Rick said sternly, stepping in front of her so she could see his erect, bulging, twelve inches of cum-soaked cock, all of it literally twitching with ache. "That may have been your forth orgasm, but I haven't cum once yet."

The look on Leyla's face was almost heartbroken, shameful, as if she were embarrassed that she hadn't been able to make him cum. Looking up at him with awestruck eyes, she leaned forward and put her mouth over the bulbous head of his cock, and began to suck on it.

Rick didn't want her that way though. He grabbed her hair and flung her to the floor, her heavy body landing with a heavy thud that must have shook through the entire library. Leyla struggled up to her knees, but before she could even muster that much strength Rick had her by the back of the head and was pulling her up like she weighed no more than a wet towel. He held her fat brown lips up to his cock and she opened her mouth, and within seconds his balls were slapping against her chin and she was loudly slurping on his full length.

I was floored by the sight of that. I could see Rick's cock bulging in her throat, but Leyla was taking it like a champ. When he pulled her off she spat a big wad of saliva onto the head of his dick and began to rub it in with her hands, right before diving back on and pushing her gag-reflex to the point of implosion once again.

Rick let go of her hair and she fell to the floor. He stepped over her and sat down in a chair, and she crawled after him like a starving calf, desperately trying to reattach her mouth to his salty fuck-stick.

"You're a freak, aren't you?" Rick asked as he looked down almost contemptuously at the beautiful girl kissing his balls. He reached down and gave her big ass a hard slap, and the jelly in her butt jiggled hypnotically from the strike. "You're a hopeless pervert. I bet you watch porn everyday and masturbate so much your wrists hurt."

To my shock Leyla nodded, and she made a pathetic little whimper that sounded like a 'yes.' She popped off his cock just to tell him how right he was. "I love porn. I'm fucking addicted to it. I've been fucking myself twice a day for the lay three months. My body hurts some nights, it literally hurts and I have to fuck myself just so I can go to sleep. My family would disown me if they knew what a freak I was, and I can't even get fucked properly because there aren't any real men in this school . . . at least not until . . . you."

Even through Leyla's chocolate brown skin I could tell she was blushing, but Rick seemed unimpressed by her flattery. "I could tell the moment I saw you, what a cock-hunger slut you are. Am I really the only one? Is everybody in this school blind or something?"

Leyla now wrapped her substantial breasts around his wet cock and began to massage the thick shaft that way, her mouth sucking down on the head every time it emerged. "Not Erica," Leyla said between cock-kisses. 

Rick seemed as intrigued by that as I was horrified by it. What did Erica have to do with Leyla's suppressed nymphomania? 

"She knew what I was like the moment she saw me," Leyla said in her husky, exhausted voice. "She invited me over to spend the night at her house, and although I was shy I accepted. I was just happy to be making a friend, although the idea of going a whole night without masturbating seemed . . .mmm . . . painful. But as soon as her parents went to bed Erica put on one of the sexiest, dirtiest pornos I had even seen, and together we masturbated for hours, and . . . oh, mmm . . . she had all kinds of toys. I had only ever used my fingers before, so she had to show me, and with a big black vibrating strap-on dildo she fucked me to the best sleep I've ever had."

My jaw must have been hanging past my testicles at this point. I had known some of these things; that Erica was done to watch porn, sure; that she had lots of sex-toys, yeah; that she wasn't shy about playing with other people, okay; but that she has essentially fucked Leyla? I had no idea. 

"Erica's starting to sound like a really interesting girl," Rick growled through a hungry smile.

"She is," Leyla smirked while giving the underside of his engorged cock a long, slippery lick of her tongue. 

"What about that boyfriend of hers?" Rick asked. "Timmy, or Jimmy, so something."

"Johnny?"

"Whatever."

"Um . . .," Leyla seemed at a loss for words, especially since she was so focused on using her mouth police the massive brass knocker swinging in front of her face. "He's nice."

And that was all she had to say about me.

"Well, I'm not nice," Rick said, grabbing the back of Leyla's head and slamming her down onto his cock, the brutal helmet of which struck the back of her throat hard enough to sound like a punch. "And I think horny sluts like your prefer that," he said, pulling her head back and forth and slamming her into a painful, gagging blowjob, her breasts sandwiched between her chin and his rock-hard thighs, bouncing her back up with every impact like a fleshy trampoline. 

Rick was holding her head with both hands now, and he was skull-fucking her so fast and hard the muscles in his forearms bulged and the veins popped. Leyla had been a natural cocksucker just minutes before, but now she was overwhelmed, and although her body shuddered with the painful reflex of gagging and choking, Rick didn't let up. He was going for broke now. He was going to make himself cum since Leyla hadn't been able to do it herself. Like Lily, she had simply failed. 

Rick roared as he came, and he held Leyla's head down deep, even though her breasts were trying to push her back up. His orgasm was sudden and explosive, and Leyla's pathways were flooded. With a reflex like a sneeze she shot thick strands of bubbly semen out of her nose, and the rest oozed out the sides of her mouth. Even though she was starved for air I could still hear her gulping down huge mouthfuls of spunk, since Rick really wasn't giving her any other choice, and once it seemed that the gushiest part was over he let her go.

Leyla popped off like a bottle-rocket filled with whipped-cream, landing on her back with a heavy thud, her breasts jiggling. Rick stood over and planted a foot right onto one of her rolling breasts, like a barbarian king over a ravished princess, and he jerked out a few final spurts onto her face, and even though she was still coughing wildly, she seemed proud of herself for being the target of his load. 

Rick gathered up his things but didn't even bother to get dressed. Leyla was still on the floor, teetering on the edge of consciousness and blissful sleep. Rick leaned down to say, "We'll talk later about that tattoo," and he left her, strutting not five feet from where I was hiding.

#####

The next day so when recognized Leyla at all, not until she strutted up to Erica and gave her best girlfriend a big, wet, and a little bit more than just-girlfriends kind of kiss. Erica bolted upright like she was being kissed by a stranger, causing her firm breasts to jut out of her tight cheerleading top, but the kiss must have been good, because she didn't pull away. It was Leyla who broke the kiss, leaving a small strand of saliva connecting her plump chocolate lips to Erica's puffy pink mouth.

"Leyla?" Erica stammered, her green eyes wide with shock. "What's gotten into you?"

"About 12 inches of fat cock," Leyla snickered, and then swaggered away, her high heeled shoes clicking loudly against the hallway floor. Everyone in the crowded hallway was looking at her go, including myself. She had done her hair in a way she never had before, curling it somewhat and leaving part of it up in a messy bun. Her lovely brown face was traced with a feint amount of makeup to accentuate her natural features, like mascara and just a little lip-gloss.

Her clothes were really outrageous though. Her large breasts were covered up by nothing by a skimpy white tank-top that conformed to her curves so perfectly it looked like a layer of fresh milk had been porn on her chest, and her nipples poked up like tent-poles since she neglected (intentionally) to wear a bra. Her jeans were low and tight, and above hemline rode the straps of her thong underwear. The transformation was completed by a pair of high-heeled leather boots, a pair that a dominatrix would wear in her dungeon to crush a man's testicles.

"Oh wow," Erica gasped to me, smiling brightly. "What's gotten into Leyla? Did she . . . did she hook up with the new guy, Rick?" 

Why was Erica so good at guessing things? 

I stammered for an answer. "I . . . well . . . I didn't make it to the library yesterday so . . . um-"

But Erica was already skipping after Leyla, her flirty little skirt riding up her ass with every step.

"I have got to talk to her," she said over her shoulder to me. "This is just . . . AH! Too cool!"

And with that I was left standing alone in the hallway, the flood of students dissipating back into whatever classroom they were supposed to be in for second period. But I wasn't left completely alone, as a gentle hand on my shoulder told me. I turned around to see the irrepressible cleavage of Ms. Lopez popping out of another blouse, and as soon as I could pry my eyes away from that I was looking into her lovely face.

"Worried about Erica and the new guy?" she asked rather frankly.

"I . . . um-"

"Well don't be. Erica is obviously a sensual creature, just as her mother was at that age, but she's also a good girl, and I know she likes you. Lily and Leyla on the other hand . . . well . . . we all knew Lily was a slut, and I've had my suspicions about Leyla for a while."

I must have looked downcast because my head was hanging, which just gave me a better view of her jutting breasts. "I just can't believe this Rick guy hasn't been here more than a couple weeks and he's already had sex with like . . . half of the girls I know."

Ms. Lopez shrugged. "Yeah, he's a real macho asshole, and I bet he's going to be drowning in pussy all throughout college. I use to go crazy for boys like him, Erica's mother too. I can't tell you how many three-ways we had together, picking out studs like they were on auction, and-"

I coughed to get her attention back, it was clear that Ms. Lopez was wandering off to a horny nostalgia-land, softly reliving her sexual misadventures in her head. 

"Sorry," she smiled and blushed. "Look, if it makes you feel better I'll keep swinging by during the bake-sale after school today, just to see how the three of you are getting along."

That was right. Erica, Rick, and I were going to be managing the bake-sale together. Even though I was going to be there I couldn't help but fear that the pattern as going to hold, and that Rick was going to have another conquest tonight: Erica.

"Thanks . . . I'd like that," I said. 

Ms. Lopez gave me a kiss on the cheek and then strutted back to class, her curvaceous ass threatening to split her tight skirt right down the middle. Most of my mind was hypnotized by that sight, but the rest of it was glad that I had an ally. 

##### 

The big draw about the bake-sale was that it was going to have fresh éclairs. Most of the stuff was typical fare, like brownies and cookies that Erica and the girls had all baked last weekend during one of their many sleepovers, but the éclairs were the main draw. The dough had been baked by Ms. Lopez just this morning, and it was up to the three of us to fill them with cream and apply the chocolate frosting. Erica had changed out of her cheerleading uniform for this, and was wearing a sheer tank-top that didn't even reach her belly-button and a tight pair of jean cut-offs, the 'Daisy Dukes' style, that like everything else she wore was unable to contain her round, perky ass. Both Rick and I kept stealing glances at the bottoms of her flawless buttocks every time she bent down to pick something up, or lean out the window of the school's kitchen to sell someone an éclair.

The bulge in Rick's tight jeans was unmistakable; a fat cylinder of pulsing muscle running down his leg that made the éclairs we were stuffing look like toothpicks. He was clearly distracted by Erica's natural magnetism, but luckily the sale was so busy that the three of us barely had any time to talk at all. Rick stuffed the éclairs, I applied the glaze, and Erica sold them over the counter, no doubt giving all our horny classmates a nice view of her cleavage as she did so, just as her shorts road up higher and higher giving Rick and me a spectacular distraction. 

By the time 5:30pm rolled around the éclairs were almost all gone and the demand finally died, the last few students leaving for home now that their club activities were over, and the three of us sat in a semicircle panting and fanning or sweat-soaked bodies. Erica was glistening beautifully, her short red hair sticking to her pretty face, and her tank-top sticking to every soft curve of her spectacular chest. Rick actually looked a little fazed for once, possibly because this was the first real work he had even done other than fucking, tattooing, working out, and slinging drugs, but I couldn't help but notice Erica looking him over. The muscles on his chest and abdomen showed through his damp shirt, and they created a hypnotizing maze of manhood. I looked at his abs and counted more than just a six-pack, it was like he had an eight-pack or something, and the bulge running disturbingly far down his leg had never gone away. 

"So," Erica said to Rick, biting her lip to suppress a big smile. "Leyla told me that you two had a lot of fun yesterday." She giggled. She wasn't even trying to hide it. Leyla had told her everything; ever sexy, sloppy, pornographic detail. I could see Erica's nipples straining against her top, and she was fidgeting. I hadn't seen her fidget like this since the first time we watched porn together. 

"She just needed someone to break her out of her shell," Rick said, looking over Erica like her body was an empty éclair waiting to get stuffed. "I'm going to give her a tattoo soon. Right before Prom night I think. That'll make her more confident. Nothing can bring out a woman's inner lioness like the right tattoo, or the right artist."

This got Erica's attention. "Oh yeah? I saw the tattoo you gave Nurse Nice. That shit was fucking sexy! And . . . ya'know . . . Lily's been talking about you too. All she can talk about is getting a genuine Rick Wolfe stamp on her backside . . . and some other stuff."

Rick smiled coyly. "What's she had to say?"

Erica smiled, but not playfully this time. There was a hungry tigress in her eyes now. "She said you're a lot of fun to go shopping with." 

I can't believe I was just sitting there and watching all of this, unable to find a way to work myself into the conversation and remind Erica that I existed, but luckily I didn't have to. As we I sat there gaping and feeling my own cock rise up out of stubborn arousal, Ms. Lopez strutted into the room on those sharp heels of hers. It must have been a long day for her too; her blouse had lost two of its top buttons and her breasts were half-exposed over the strap of her black, lacey bra. 

Ms. Lopez could see the sexual tension building between Erica and Rick as clearly as a big black cock slapping against a white girl's pink pussy, and with a silent nod to me I knew she would diffuse it.

"How'd it go today?" She asked, picking up one of the last éclairs left.

"Awesome! We made a killing today, Auntie!" Erica perked up.

"Yeah . . . it's been . . . great," I managed. My throat was tight and dry for some reason and I found it hard to talk. 

Rick just shrugged. He looked annoyed. He was staring at Ms. Lopez's epic tits, but the look on face was resentful, almost angry. 

Ms. Lopez noticed his resentment right away and shot him a look back, and arrogant little smirk that reassured me that an experienced woman like her could run circles around a high-school stud like him. 

Ms. Lopez wrapped her shiny mocha lips around the éclair and took a slow, purposeful bite, licking the small bit of cream that oozed out the side of her mouth with that long, serpentine tongue of hers.




The Big Bad Rick Wolfe



"Unacceptable!" she said angrily, suddenly changing her mood. It was obvious she was faking it, but her fake-anger was still intimidating none the less. "These éclairs don't have nearly enough cream! Who was responsible for this?" she asked, knowing it was Rick. 

Rick shrugged and rolled his eyes. "So?"

"So? So the cream is the best part of the éclair! It's the whole point!" Ms. Lopez said, making a powerful pose with her hands on her wide hips. "I'm sure the students were disappointed by the substandard quality."

Rick looked exhausted as he wiped the hair off of his forehead and leaned forward. I noticed Erica's body language as well. She curled up a bit, looking slightly worried that her favorite auntie didn't like her new, interesting, and very sexy friend. 

"Look," Rick said, "no one complained, and I stuffed the fist fucking hundred or so éclairs perfectly, but we were at it for over two hours and I was . . . distracted," he said, and everyone knew he was talking about that fat bulge in his tight jeans. "So one of the last few is under-stuffed? So the fuck what?"

Ms. Lopez looked ready to slit Rick's throat open with her manicured nails. She slowly strutted forward, her heels echoing in the kitchen like the taps of a nail-gun. She leaned down in front of him, filling his vision with the intimating expanse of her cinnamon colored cleavage. The aura of dominance emanating from her clashed with the animalistic power of Rick, and my mind filled with the image of sparks and lightning bolts going off between them. 

"I'm going to drop some paperwork off in the principal's office," Ms. Lopez said, slowly rolling over each word like it was another tasty éclair. "And when I get back you better have the most perfectly fucking stuffed éclair I've ever tasted, otherwise I'm not giving you the credits for this extracurricular activity. Got it?"

Rick snarled in such an intense way that it looked like he literally had fangs, and I swore his eyes glowed yellow for a moment. "Sure . . .," he said. "You got it."

Ms. Lopez smiled, confident that she had won, and swaggered out of the room, leaving us all in awkward silence. 

"I'm . . . I'm sorry about that," Erica said shyly. "Auntie's a really cool person . . . but she . . . she can just be really intense sometimes, you know?"

Rick didn't even seem to see Erica anymore; his rage had taken over that much of his mind and body. He was still aroused though. The monstrous extremity in his pants was no beating like a water-pipe about to explode.

"Bitch wants a stuffed éclair?" He growled to himself mostly. "Bitch wants a big gush of cream? Alright. Fucking bitch is gonna get what she's asking for."

For one moment Erica looked hurt and angry. She loved her Auntie, and as cool as she thought Rick was, she obviously didn't like the way he was just now talking about Mr. Lopez. I think Erica was about to say something to put Rick in his place, but then he did something that shocked us both. 

Rick stood up and unclasped his belt. The zipper of his jeans practically ripped open as he tugged them down, and out from his crotch exploded the demoralizing demon that I had already cowered from while in hiding twice, but now it waved less than two feet from my face and I had nowhere to hide. The cock's impossibly girth made it's twelve inches of length seem like much more, as if a thousand miles of penis were bolting erect from a solid wall of muscle. He was uncircumcised, but you could hardly tell since the foreskin peeled back so far from the engorged, bulbous head, from which wafted thick waves of salty musk. The veins running up and down the substantial shaft were colorless, but visible pulsing with his every heartbeat. 

Erica gasped and looked dumbstruck, her big green eyes and pink lips popping into three perfect circles. I think she was suddenly taken by the need to masturbate, because one of her hands fell to the waistband of her shorts, sinking inside a little, as the other hand held on to the edge of her seat so she wouldn't fall down. 

"Holy shit!" she gasped with an awestruck look of mythical proportion. "What are you-"

But her question was answered as Rick grabbed his cock with one hand and began to slowly but powerfully stroke it, the leathery skin sliding back and forth over such taught muscle that I could hear it. He went very slowly at first, purposefully building up the momentum necessary to truly cock the hammer of a gun that size, and although it seemed like an eternity his pace did quicken after a few seconds. 

Rick grunted and smiled, no doubt unused to the novelty of masturbation, since so many women young and old probably lined up for the pleasure of relieving his pain themselves. Erica was gaping at the shocking performance with an expression of settling horror, and an emotion that could have been sadness even, like all of her girlish dreams about what a boy was supposed to look like underneath his clothes were all being incinerated by a nuclear bomb. Not even the porn she had watched had prepared her for this, and sadly I knew the next time she saw my penis it would not be without some disappointment, or at least boredom. A tear actually rolled down one of her cheeks as her mind nearly broke from the sudden, shocking enlightenment. 

"She me your fucking tits!" Rick growled at her, suddenly remembering that she was there, that she even existed. 

Erica's body jolted as if in pain, as if her heart had just exploded, and for a long moment she just looked retarded and blank, unable to comprehend any of the words he had said to her. But all at once it came to her: tits. She had tits. She was a girl, and she had tits. 

Erica reached down and peeled up her tank-top, sharply tugging down her bra in the same motion. Her bouncing, perky, youthful breasts sprang up and her nipples popped like pink rose blossoms. Even though I had seen those perfect nipples a dozen times before, had sucked on them, and had even dropped a load of spunk on to them, it was like I was seeing them for the first time. 

Rick grunted his approval, and then he winced in pain. He was cumming, and an orgasm for a beast like Rick was no small thing. An orgasm for him was a full-body experience. An orgasm for him was something that lesser creatures would not have survived.

He grabbed a poorly stuffed éclair and pushed the hole against the raging head of his cock. He groaned when he came, his cock pulsing with the first explosive flood of semen, and the éclair immediately swelled like a balloon. The other end burst open, the savory cream inside was pushed out, and following that burst a long, thick rope of spunk that leapt several feet into the air, splashing across the éclairs that were left.

I knew from previous experience that this was only the beginning, that the amount of sexual lava boiling inside Rick's balls was enough to stuff a half-dozen éclairs, and if he held this one down any longer it was going to explode like a bomb. Stubbornly, he pulled it away and finished his orgasm with just his hand, each powerful stroke pumping another rope of cum over the table, slathering the éclairs in a thick, heavy layer of dominance. 

By the time Rick was done his hand was dripping with sticky cum, and his cock and barely deflated at all. It just hung out of his crotch like a stunted third leg, swinging with enough heft to break a girl's jaw. With his hand, the cum-covered one, her reached into the bowl of chocolate icing and slathered it on, shabbily smearing the pastry with a milky mixture of sweet frosting and salty manhood. The éclair looked swollen, abused, and nearly fucked to hell, but Erica looked down at it like it was the very first pastry she had ever seen, and a strand of drool actually escaped her lips, surprising her.

Rick shook off his dick and awkwardly stuffed it back into his jeans, which somehow looked tighter than he had before, and then he leaned back in his chair nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened at all. 

Not a second later Ms. Lopez came back in, smiling smugly to herself, still sure of her victory over Rick-the-not-so-Macho, as she thought. She was going to eat every bite of that éclair, and even if it was the most perfect puffy pastry she had even put into her mouth she was still going to fail him. That's what macho assholes like Rick needed anyway: a badass bitch cold enough to castrate them. 

"Is this it?" She said, looking over the bloated corpse. "This looks like shit?"

"So why don't you eat shit," Rick shrugged, smirking back.

Ms. Lopez looked as if he had just slapped her across the face . . . or ass . . . or whichever was more insulting. She inhaled and her breasts swelled, another button threatening to snap, but she held it. Without taking her eyes off of him, she reached down and pulled up the éclair to her succulent, snarly lips, her tongue extending out to guide the fat dessert in. 

I wanted to scream. I wanted to say something, but how the fuck do you tell someone not to eat an éclair because it's stuff with semen? How exactly was I supposed to phrase that?

I think Erica was wondering the same thing, but something had changed with her. She was watching in fascination, a naughty little smile pulling up one half of her mouth. Erica was brought up in a very liberated home. She was freely given porn and drugs by her mother and aunties, and although she'd try the drugs once she was usually done with them after that. The porn she consumed greedily and hunted for more. She had never been embarrassed to wear a thong-bikini or walk in on her mother and father having sex, even if a third person like Auntie Vanessa was in bed with them. 

This . . . this thing that Rick was doing . . . this was new . . . this was taboo . . . and she was enthralled by it. 

Ms. Lopez bit down and before her pearly white teeth even punctured the éclair her mouth was filled with creamy ejaculate. She must have been overwhelmed for her focused rage against Rick, because she was already chewing before the look on her turned, and it was finally obvious that she tasted it. This wasn't the sweat, sugary cream from before. This was salty, musky, and thick with the chewiness of protein. There was only one thing that tasted like this and she had been familiar with it since she was an 18 year old hoochie-mama strutting her stuff down the mean streets of Los Angeles, looking for a hard man to give her a nice, hard fuck. It was a taste she had even come to enjoy . . . but not from an éclair.

She must have wanted to throw it up, but she couldn't. That would be too humiliating, not that she wasn't already humiliated and defeated. With a sickened look of shock and resignation, she chewed twice more and then swallowed, her throat bulging with the rather large bite she had taken. The cream was viscous and stubborn though, and some of it leaked out of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto the balcony of her cleavage. 

I could smell it now: the cum. The smell was thick and noxious, and from the fluttering look of Ms. Lopez's eyes I think she was very close to passing out. 

Perhaps unconsciously, she brought the éclair up to her mouth for a second bite, a big dollop of semen oozing from the tip and onto her chest . . . and then she shook her head and stopped. 

"You . . . you . . . you," Ms. Lopez mumbled, but then she roared. "MY CLASSROOM! NOW!"

She dropped the éclair, grabbed the front of Rick's shirt, and pulled him out of the room with her. The anger on her face was almost divine, like a raging Aztec goddess dragging a demon back to her world for an epic beatdown, one that would hold the whole world in the balance. 

We they were gone I looked back at Erica, stunned and embarrassed about being so submissive during that whole episode, but I don't think she noticed. Erica was moving, prancing, wiggling out of her clothes and stumbling over herself. She peeled her top off so quickly she almost ripped it, and she pulled her bra off with such haste that it actually did break. She stood in front of me while pulling down her shorts and kicking them away, her thong-panties flying off to never be found again.

"Erica . . . wow . . . what are you-"

"I'm so FUCKING wet," she practically cried. "Fuck me! FUCK ME RIGHT HERE!"

She leapt on me with a sexual aggression I had never felt before, knocking the chair over and pinning me to the floor, kissing my deeply while grinding her tight little body against mine. I pushed back, my hand gliding over her back and cupping the perfect globes of her ass, but I was unable to dismount her. For the first time I realized that she was actually physically stronger than I was. 

Were rolled around the floor with such confused abandon that we knocked the table over, and our bodies were stuck by a dozen semen-soaked éclairs, but we didn't stop. Erica was going hard and fast, possibly harder and faster than I could handle, biting my lip and dry humping my groin with her swollen pussy like she was trying to beat my cock into submission, and she was. 

Erica reached down and tugged at my zipper so hard she broke it, and when she grasped my cock I almost screamed. She tugged it out and beat it furiously, her hand stumbling off of my circumcised helmet because she kept misjudging the size. I think she was stroking my cock with the expectation that it was a thick, meaty, and long as Rick's, but in reality I was about half his length and compared to his rock-hard muscle I was softer than a wet éclair. 

Erica mounted me all the same, her tight pussy swallowing my deck like hot, hungry, toothless mouth, and she began to buck and scream like a lunatic cowgirl, holding her hands against my knees so that my whole body rocked along with her. 

Only five or seven minutes went by like this before we were both climaxing violently, and I just thanked God that I managed to hang on long enough to cum with her. We both cried out and screamed as we came, but whereas I whimpered and gasped Erica was roaring in feral victory, screaming defiantly at the heavens of her lust. 

Her body shook erratically as he pulled off of my spurting cock, and her pussy exploded with hot, wet cum, dousing my whole body like a fire-sprinkler. This orgasm she had alone, and she was so overpowered by it that her mind seemed to slip away, and once it was finished she collapsed on the floor next to me, gasping and struggling for air.

We lay there together for almost ten minutes, holding each other's hand, and when we finally had the strength to move, we hugged each other until our sweaty bodies stuck together.

"Erica?" I whispered. 

"Yeah," she said. 

"Did I . . . did I just take your virginity?"

"Yeah," she laughed, finally remembering that she had never had a cock inside her. "Yeah, I guess you did."

We began to make out, and for the first time I was grateful for Rick Wolfe, that evil bastard. 

#####

We tried to get cleaned up but there really wasn't much we could do. My clothes were soaked with girl-cum, and in the chaos we had accidentally used Erica's tank-top as a rag to wipe up the aftermath of our sex, leaving her with nothing by her shorts and shoes. Her bra was snapped in half and her panties had just disappeared.

"You can wear my shirt," I said. "I've got a spare in my locker."

"Thanks," she said, slipping on my shirt, leaving me half naked. "And hey . . . this was awesome . . . I mean . . . I've never cum that hard before . . . ever . . . but let's keep it between us okay. I don't think Auntie or mom are going to like the idea that I got my cherry popped at school, or that we did it without a rubber."

"Right . . . but . . . you're glad we did . . . right?"

"Are you kidding?" She laughed. "Now that I know what a hot load of cum feels like inside me I'm never going to use a rubber."

Erica kissed me and then jogged out of the room, realizing how late it was, but before she disappeared, she leaned down to make her ass pop out and gave it a loud spank, teasing me a little. I could hear her laughter echoing in the hall. 

Looking around at the mess that was still left, I cleaned up a bit and then headed to my locker.

#####

My locker was just past Ms. Lopez's classroom where Erica, Lily, Leyla, and I (and now Rick) had homeroom. It was a familiar, happy place, with a big wall of windows that looked over the a small garden by the side of the school. 

I noticed that the door was open, which was odd, since Ms. Lopez should have been long gone by now even after scolding Rick or whatever she was doing (I secretly hoped this would get him expelled, or better, violate his parole) but I could hear her voice coming from the room. She sounded scarred, exhausted, and indescribably excited as well somehow. It sounded like she was in trouble, like she was crying for help and begging for mercy.

I wanted to burst in, but being the 'look-first' type that I was I snuck to the edge of the door and looked in.

I shouldn't have been surprised by what I saw, not after the last two days of this repetitive nightmare, but I was. There was no preparing me for this sight, and it gasped in painful surprise. It felt like a sharp, high-heeled boot had just stepped squarely on one of my balls and popped it. I wanted to puke even, but my dick got hard anyway. 

Slammed out against the surface of her desk was Ms. Lopez, her blouse ripped to tatters and her skirt torn from her body, her panties missing and only a single shoe still on her right foot. The toes of the other foot were spinning wildly, curving up ready to break, as were her long fingers as the dug into the hard flesh of a beastly man's back. Her legs were spread wide and splayed in the air, and they shook with the powerful, hip-shattering rythm of the man who was pulverizing her gaping, squelching pussy, his massive hammer of a cock tenderizing her cunt to a point that it might never recover. The man was squeezing her tits, his powerful fingers digging so deep that they almost disappeared into the pliable flesh, and his intent, angry face dripped with sweat all over her vacant eyes and open mouth, her tongue spilled out and wiggling wildly.

It took me a minute to process it, but I finally came to grips with what I was watching: Rick was fucking Ms. Lopez's brains out, almost literally. 

Her classroom was a mess. I window was shattered, a desk was broken, and a cracked indentation against the chalkboard seemed to indicate that someone's body had been thrown against it so hard that he or she was nearly rammed through it and into the next room. 

They had fought, I realized. They had literally fought each other, and Rick had won. He was bleeding from several small scratched on his face and chest, and there was bruise around his neck from what I could have only guessed came from Ms. Lopez's calf-muscle as she had tried to choke him out. Ms. Lopez wasn't really as battered or injured I could see, but her left eye was puffing up and from the way she was limply splayed out on her desk I had to assume that it had been her almost thrown through the wall. 

The fight replayed in my mind's-eye. Ms. Lopes slapping him. Rick tearing open her blouse and twisting one of her nipples. Her slashing at his eyes with her nails. Him socking her in the gut. Her kneeing him the balls and then raising her leg up and around his neck, pulling him to the floor and putting him in a sleeper-hold. Him rising up with colossal strength and slamming her into one of the desks so hard that her body breaks it in half. Him pulling her into the air, stripping her naked, and then throwing her body into the chalkboard. She surrenders, begging him to stop, but he doesn't. He pulls her up again, slams her down on her own desk, and proceeds to fuck her into a coma, each thrust beating down her will to resist and taming her soul. 

She isn't resisting him anymore. Her body and mind are melting. She only sees herself as a receptacle now, a brainless, mindless place of insertion for his powerful, fulfilling purpose. She leans up and tries to kiss him, but he slaps her back down with the back of his hand. She might have forgotten how this started but he hasn't. This isn't even really about sex to him; it's about conquest.