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The Fox and the Wolf

By: ThePrinceofSweetSorrow



*Author's note: all characters portrayed in this story are eighteen or older. Feedback is welcomed, desired and appreciated. Just don't hurt my feelings!* 

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The classroom was a mess, people separated in loud companies, guys throwing paper airplanes, gals talking loudly about their nails or hair and others sitting quietly, waiting patiently by the seats they had chosen for the rest of the school year. It was raining heavily outside, so what little time the class had before the lessons started, they needed to spend inside. My girlfriends were over there by my desk, the desk in the front row and the closest one to the whiteboard; Marie and Suzie were grinning at me foolishly, giggling from time to time at what I was up to, chatting so privately with our new math professor. I was sitting on a chair next to the professor's desk, casually talking to him... maybe not so casually, as a matter of fact. 

"I honestly hope you find the new environment... intriguing, sir," I said to him with my subtle, fox-like smile and that innocent voice. He'd just been transferred to the suburbs, and I thought I should be the first to make an impression. Before I'd approached him, I'd made sure my cleavage was open, showcasing all the goods that men loved about my top. If those weren't enough to win him over, my smile would do the trick. 

"Oh, I find the new environment most welcoming, you can be sure of that," my professor was saying, almost defensively, refraining from looking directly at me as if, had he dared to, he would slip and take me right there. He pretended to be busy pulling out papers from his suitcase and readying himself for the lecture. I knew how to read men, and this one was all lust, though a carefully reserved one. His wife wouldn't have been satisfying him properly, I thought. I pulled my eyebrows together, slightly annoyed that he resisted me - he cleverly countered me, using welcoming instead of intriguing, which suggested other things. I decided to shift gears. 

"I'll admit, math was never my strong suit," I cooed, sounding somewhat let-down on purpose. In fact, that was a lie. I was a star in school. "Last semester was a disaster. I'd like it if you'd show me some personal guidance." I leaned towards him, teasing the view of my tits that any guy in this school drooled thinking of. Mr. Phillips stopped sorting his papers and looked at me rather sternly. He was kind of cute, with his closely cropped beard, brown eyes, round face and straight nose; but he was too old, like fifty or something. Waaay too old. I could not even begin to imagine him ravishing a young flower like myself. 

I released my long, blonde hair, letting it fly above the desk, something I knew added to my sex appeal. But he would have none of it. 

"I will make sure you have no questions by the end of this class, Ms..." he looked through the list of students, "... Rousseau." 

I couldn't believe he just said that! Ms. Rousseau. How dare he talk to me like that! I wasn't used to being called miss. I'd already told that bastard my name was Christina. I huffed and got up from the chair, straightening my chest; he'd already returned to his papers, missing the haughty look I threw at him before I hurried back to my girlfriends. They were covering her mouths with their hands, their shoulders rocking with laughter. 

"Seduction don't work like in the movies sister, you know that," Marie screamed so she could be heard through the fuss. I sat sulking on my chair next to the black girl, ignoring her; I stared at our new professor with hostility. My girlfriends had challenged me to flirt with him earlier and I wasn't one to back out - if I lured freshmen to my net with guile, why not professors too? 

Marie and Suzie didn't dare mention that I failed to woo our new professor. Risking a queen's wrath is something you should avoid altogether. "Damn, girl," Marie went on awkwardly, "he's a tough nut to crack, ain't he?" 

"Maybe he doesn't like girls," fat Suzie suggested, giggling stupidly; I paid her little attention. 

"Oh, you think he's gay?" Marie retorted. 

"No, he isn't," I said with my usual confidence. "All men are the same. All they want is sex, you can see it in their eyes. He'll flip, I know it. They can't resist for long." 

"Hey, umm, girls?" Marie said suddenly, and she and Suzie leaned close to me so we could talk privately. "Tray asked me for anal," she said without preamble. She had a wild look about her, as if she was excited and scared at the proposition at the same time. I'd heard guys saying Marie had a butt made for anal, but I honestly couldn't see it. It was too big, how could any guy like that kind of butt? 

I laughed loudly at the thought of anal and Marie and Suzie joined me too. "Eww. Ugh, anal? That's so slutty, you aren't a whore, Marie." We were definitely a classy bunch, me and my girlfriends. At least I was. The thought of putting something near there was ridiculous. Only trashy girls did anal. Marie was about to say something, when the bell rang. 

The new professor hurried everyone to their seats and introduced himself. His name was Gregory Phillips, math professor, and he was here to teach us a thing or two, blah blah. I leaned on my elbow on my desk, thinking that if he was fifteen years younger, he would be a hottie. As he spoke, his gaze did run past me a couple of times and I imagined his short beard brushing against my face as we kissed, but his face changed into a younger person in my fantasy that wasn't quite Mr. Phillips. I was desperately horny, having spent a summer with my uptight and old fashioned grandma who was on the lookout for cheeky boys I might bring home. Not that I'd do anything but make out with them or let them go down on me. I was still a virgin, truly, but no one would've guessed. 

Mr. Phillips went on reading the list of the students in the class, to get acquainted with them. I'd forgotten that new people would be joining the class. I glanced at each of them as they stood up to introduce themselves with a semi-bored look on my face. There were a couple of cute new guys who I wouldn't mind teasing, few girls that didn't look pretty enough to be any dangerous to my game. When all of those were introduced, I began turning away, disinterested in the rest, but there one student in the far back of the class had yet to be introduced. He didn't stand up when his name was called. 

"Alex Hunter," the professor said. 

When my eyes first caught sight of him, my breath caught in my throat. He was tan and his muscles were showing through his shirt, wet and sticky from the rain. He was wearing glasses with tough-black skeleton, had a short beard and thick, dark and spiky hair that rose up just the way I loved it. His desk was right beside the window, so now that the rain was over, he was shrouded in a generous light. The sight of his dark-haired angel sent a bolt through my pussy. My panties were wetter than any other time in my life and my heart pounded in my chest. 

"Hey," he said deeply to the class, waving one hand, then crossing his arms and staring back at the professor; I tried reading through his blank but powerful expression. I guess he was a serious person; he looked rather intense, as if he was the king of this new Kingdom he was brought in, or so I liked to imagine, which made me all the wetter. The glasses didn't do anything to make him look nerdy. They instead added to this sense of authority he projected. I bit my bottom lip, shifting my legs at the tingling between them. I hadn't seen a guy like him, ever. 

Mr. Phillips turned to me. "Christine Rousseau," he said. The class was staring at me. 

"What?" I muttered, still in a trance. "Oh. Right." I stood up and faced the class. "Hey guys," I said cheerfully, waving my hand excitedly, bouncing my tits and smiling broadly. That was how I became class president three years in a row. Some of the guys grinned back at me; but I didn't have a single care in the world for them. My eyes travelled to the far end of the class, to the stud with the glasses, curious to see his reaction. I didn't see it. He was just doodling on his notebook. 

He was just new, he didn't know that I was this school's queen, nor that my flawless body frame was lusted after and admired and that all the boys would give anything for a chance with me. And here he was, doodling, ignoring my greeting, completely unaware of my existence. I was shocked. He must be gay, I thought, out of spite, or an asshole! 

The lecture had started, but there was no way I could concentrate. I spent my time fixing my hair and glancing behind me every so often, to catch a glimpse of the stud in the glasses. One time he was leaning above his notebook, the other times he was staring at the ceiling or outside the window, but never towards me. This wasn't at all like me - usually, it would be me ignoring the guys, not the other way around. But he hadn't even remotely noticed me! I decided that that had to change immediately. 

The wait for the next ringing of the bell was torture. I thought of several ways of approaching him, but I then convinced myself if he liked me he would approach me himself. His last name came to mind - Hunter. That had better be symbolic, I thought. I didn't want to wait long... my mind wandered to several outcomes of his approaches, keeping my panties in a constant state of slick wetness. I thought of pushing him to my bed and kissing him, licking his neck as my hands reached inside his boxers... god, I was so hot for him. At this point, I was trying to resist the urge to put my hand inside my soaked panties. 

The bell brought me back to reality. Marie came over to my desk and said, "Christine, Tray said we should hang outside." 

"Uh, sure," I muttered, glancing behind me one more time. My breath caught my in throat again when I saw him, standing up this time. He was pretty tall and muscular, obviously working out with weights. Also, now I could see he was wearing grey shorts and Vans black and white shoes with a chessboard pattern on them. I wondered momentarily if chess was his kind of game. I lost him in the crowd that was moving out and fat Suzie appeared before my face. "Come, Christine, or we'll get trampled." 

Outside, there was that thick earthly smell after autumn's rains that I disliked. We sat on a bench under a tree with dried leaves. Marie and Suzie must've been talking about sex again. I wasn't paying attention. My mind was occupied with the making of a plan on how to get Alex to notice me. 

Soon enough, Marie's boyfriend Tray and his friend, Matthew showed up, only they weren't just the two of them as per usual; my heart jumped in my chest when I saw Alex walking beside them. There was something godly about him, about his every feature, even the way he walked, proudly and regally, almost like a prince. My mind raced again, trying to understand why a newcomer was hanging out with the old guys. Tray and Matt seemed to know him, by the way they talked. 

As they got closer, I could see more of his majesty. His spiky, jet black hair was shining as if it was wet in the sunlight. His eyebrows were well-lined, but not in a repulsive way, rather in a sexy one. The light hair above his chin and his smooth lips made me want to kiss him all the harder. God, I would pounce on him right here in the grass if it was somehow right. I quickly adjusted my coat so it was as much revealing of my breasts as possible. When the company reached us, I averted my eyes, pretending to only look at Matthew for some reason, who looked at my exposed, round breasts hungrily. 

"Yo," Tray said by way of greeting, he too stealing a glance at my breasts before sitting on the bench and taking Marie to his knee, "that's Alex, girls, in case you didn't hear. Alex, this is Marie," he said and pinched her waist with a naughty smile, making her giggle and say: 

"Hii Alex, pleased to meet ya." 

My eyes were fixed on him. He did the sexiest thing; he nodded, giving her a sharp half smile that sparked a flare of jealousy in me for not being directed at me. I straightened my back, further exposing my breasts for him to look at when it was my turn. 

"Likewise," the stud said politely in a suave manner that made me raise my eyebrows. 

"And this is Suzan," Tray continued, gesturing towards the fatty, who seemed more than happy to be introduced to such a hot guy. She only waved; she must've been drooling in her mouth. Hands off, I thought nastily, he is way out of your league. I would make sure she understood that once this was over. 

"Hey Suzan," Alex said, giving her the same, genuine half smile. To my surprise, he didn't seem to mind her unattractiveness, like most boys do. 

That moment, I decided that having Tray introduce me would make less of an impression, so I said loudly, "I am Christine, three times president of the class." I'd beat myself over that later, as I was sure how awfully attention-seeking it sounded. 

Alex looked at me above his glasses. His eyes were green mixed with gray and honey; I was struck by their spell immediately. There was no lust in them, nor did he ever steal a glance to my open chest. There was something disapproving in his eyes, instead, which I couldn't at the time fathom. He arched his eyebrows slightly. "Were you?" he asked with amusement. His accent was strange, foreign somehow; my first guess was that he was European. 

It might've been my imagination, but I thought there was a drip of sarcasm in his voice. 

"Sure she was," Matthew intervened, "all guys voted for her." 

I almost trembled at what that comment implied. That fool was ruining my image! I swallowed, but I made sure to change the subject. "How do you know each other?" 

And Tray was quick to answer. "Oh, y'know, he's an old bud... and such. We hung out in elementary, played football like real pros, right? People, you should know - Alex," he told us, pointing at him and grinning, "Alex's the best artist I've seen. He was painting dragons 'n shit, real as fuck! Made the football team logo, too, it was fuckin' A." 

Artist, I thought, interesting. Artists were sensitive people, more able to relate to a girl like me - or so I believed. I looked at Alex, intrigued, wondering if he was anything like an artist should be. 

Alex smiled humbly, waving his hand dismissively. "It wasn't anything difficult." 

I loved the sight of him, his demeanor and his movements, everything. He wasn't the usual stuck up male that usually stood out; this guy stood out in his own way. I had to shift my legs to relieve the wetness between them. I knew by this point that I had to do everything to fuck this guy. 

Matt was taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket; he offered one to Tray, Alex and me. I took it, even though I didn't smoke often; Matt lit it for me. 

I thought Alex would be smoking too. He wasn't. 

"Thanks, but no thanks," he said to Matt, who shrugged and put it back. 

"Glad to have you back man, that's all," Matt said. "I heard you dealt with the pest problem over in Masterson Street?" 

"Yeah, man..." Tray said, giving Alex a troubled eye, as if something was worrying him. "Heard 'bout that. Word on the street is—" 

Alex laughed, stopping him. He was smiling calmly, modestly. "Nah, it wasn't me," he said. 

"What're you three talkin' about?" Marie intervened. 

"Nothing of major importance," Alex assured her. 

Matt sprung up, changing the subject. "Say, Christine, the class is going to the club this Sunday. You're comin', right?" 

"Of course," I said without hesitation, but I wondered if Alex would be there; I glanced to see his reaction. He wasn't even looking at me! I huffed in frustration. 

"A'ight, cool," Tray said, "I hear it's gonna be the bomb. Can't go without sayin' goodbye to summer." 

Suzie asked the question I was dying to ask: "what about Alex, are you coming too?" she was eyeing him almost naughtily, but he didn't seem to notice. 

"I'll see what I can do," he only said. He didn't seem the least bit interested, nor excited for the fact that I was going too. 

After that, the bell rang and we left for class. My blood was boiling. 

Alex had still not spared a look towards me; I couldn't remember the last time I was this vexed. Never had I been more frustrated with a guy, except maybe my dad. All he did while on his desk was doodle, talk to Matt in front of him or look outside the window, as if in deep thought. I couldn't understand the guy. What was so important that rendered him so socially incapacitated? Okay, maybe I was being unfair about it. But I had to do something to get me to notice him. So, as I was glancing towards his desk for the billionth time that class, I noticed how he was talking with Matt, who had taken the desk in front of him. An idea that seemed brilliant at the time popped to my mind. 

When it was time for the next, short break, I stood up and swayed through the desks, shaking my ass more than usual. Alex and Matt were talking with each other, but they stopped when they saw me approaching; Alex fixed his eyes on me and leaned back on his chair, as if he was expecting me to give a show. And I was. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if he knew what I was up to. But I didn't care, even if he did; I smiled down at Matt and swirled around, bending over next to his desk and wrapping my arms around his. "Hey Matt," I said while offering a nice view of my round bottom to Alex. I'd bet everything I had he would be staring. 

"Hey yourself, cuttie," Matt said, glancing at the open view of my breasts. I could tell he wanted me just by looking in his eyes. 

"I was thinking... would you come to my ballet show?" I asked a bit shyly on purpose, though loud enough so Alex would hear me. "You know, just like last year. I wanted to show you a good time." 

By good time, I meant Matt and I would make out and that he would get a good fondle on my body and maybe go down on me. He was excited at the prospect, of course - who wouldn't be? 

"Hell yea," Matt shouted, "you looked so sexy in that ballet outfit." 

"I know, sweetie." I couldn't stand him much longer. I thought I would talk to him for a while longer, but I needed to get out of there. Plus, I needed to know what Alex was doing. I glanced over to him. My mouth tightened stubbornly and my eyes brimmed with anger. The guy had his notebook between his seat and his desk, drawing or some shit. He did eventually notice me staring, so he raised his green eyes and looked at me above his glasses, as if I had just disturbed him from his meditation. I wanted to scream, "what's your problem?!", but his serene, almost stagnant expression gave me reason to halt. What the hell was this guy thinking, after he'd seen my ass in my tight yoga pants in all its glory? 

I guess his inaction spoke louder than any words he might've spoken. I simply did not appeal to him. 

*** 

I spent the entire Sunday evening in front of the mirror, preparing myself. I put extra make up on my pretty face and straightened out my long blonde hair; I wore my great golden ring-earrings and a diamond necklace an earlier conquest of mine had made a gift for me, and smiled sexily in front of the mirror, admiring my nude body with the jewels. The view would make any true man hard. My naked, full, round, heavy breasts with the hardened from the cool air nipples were crowned with the diamond necklace and paired with my smile, my earrings and blue eyes. Down below, my shaven pussy was peeking proudly from the chair. I had to capture that moment with my phone; I was a model of femininity. 

Later, dressed in a short black dress that did nothing to hide the top of my breasts or the bottom of my thick thighs, fishnet stockings and silver high heeled stilettos, we sat in the VIP corner of the club, much to my surprise. Alex had yet to arrive, but Tray was going on about how he'd secured that spot for the lot of them. I thought, okay, and sat with Matt, Suzie and Tray and Marie who were making out even before we had even entered the club. Other people from the class had arrived, but I didn't feel like talking to anyone there; one guy, a friend of Matt's, came to our table and asked Suzie to dance. It must've been the best day of Suzie's life; she slurred a yes in response and went off eagerly. I arched my eyebrows, wondering what the hell the guy who asked her to dance was thinking, but I quickly understood. 


The Fox and the Wolf Ch. 02



I'm not the kind of person to regret any decision I have made in my life so far. I put thought into my words and calculate my actions carefully before I proceed in any situation; but what happened last night with Christina was totally unplanned. I have been with quite a few girls in my life so far, but this one had a certain element to her that unsettled me, made me wild and angry, pissed off at how much she could get away with. She was one of those girls who thought men were her playthings and that she owned the world. Most of the time, I'm calm like the waters of a lake, but what she was doing... she sure knew how to rock the waters of the lake. I was never used to being taunted so badly. She was asking for it all the time. Still, I felt bad for hurting her; that's why I came back. To treat her well and to make it right - because I had called her a dumb whore, which I believed she was then, and I did things she might not have liked. It was in the heat of a moment, of course; she always looked so sexy, so fucking gorgeous that it had proven a challenge to keep my subtle and reserved demeanor up until I lost it when she was laid all over that couch, rubbing against Matt.

Now, I didn't know her well at the time. She could truly have been a dumb whore, for all I knew - that's what my buddies were telling me, and she was pretty convincing - but a man has to be a true to everyone. A man has to treat the monarch and the beggar the same way, and I had faltered from this value; I had treated her like shit. I suppose the hidden moral vigilante in me surfaced and led me to do what I normally wouldn't have; but it was also a matter of pride. I would not stay idle and have a girl toy with me, thinking she could win me over with some tricks. But I suppose she had won. Physically at least, she had bent me. It had crossed my mind to put her in my bed when I took her to my house and sleep beside her, and perhaps fuck her once or twice come morning. But I do not feel well when I lose control, so I told myself firmly no. She could've been playing boys like Matt and Tray on her fingers, but not me. I would just let her spend the night here, then drive her home; that would be my unspoken apology for the way I had treated her, and then we would be even.

The sound of the shower had been close to my ears for quite some time; I sat on the couch of the second living room, staring out the window in deep thought, massaging my temples with my eyes closed. The time to make my next move was near. I'd left beside her some of my clothes that I thought would fit her and a note containing a quick sketch of the house so she could find her way to the shower. When she was out, we'd have breakfast and I'd take her to school, and that would be the end of our post-club adventure, I told myself. That would be my next and final move. I repeated my plan in my head again, and again, like a mantra, as I drew the chessboard from underneath the glass table. 

I set the game on the table, setting the pawns and the rest on their rightful places. I did that unconsciously as I repeated the mantra in my head, but the part of me that instructed me to set the pieces laughed at my silly plan to be done with Christie as soon as possible. When everything was on formation on the board, I looked across the table, to an empty armchair, where my opponent would sit. This time, I had the white pawns.

Outside the window, it was raining heavily. "Shit," I muttered. I hated having to drive in the rain. Autumn was my favorite season, as I was born in it, but I'd rather stay at home while it rained rather than having to go to school. The sound of the shower upstairs went off. I prepared to stand up and go make some breakfast, but I didn't hear the sound of the door. She was still in the bathroom. I crossed my arms and put my feet on the glass table, my ears on the lookout. Twenty minutes passed like this, with me wondering what the hell she was doing in the bathroom for so long. I couldn't help but thinking, women, right. But eventually, I heard the door open and I stood up and stepped to the kitchen. I figured she wouldn't like a cold breakfast, so I had to ready it when she showed up.

I was tending to the eggs and the bacon when Christina descended from the stairs. Involuntarily, my heart jumped in my chest when I saw her, but I smirked in disturbance at the same time. She wasn't wearing the clothes I'd left for her; I didn't like that. She'd searched through my stuff to find these, but I didn't dwell on it for long, because my mind wandered elsewhere.

She was wearing my favorite blue plaid button-down shirt that I usually wore on vacation and a pair of sweatpants in which she managed to look sexy in; she was barefoot, her toenails painted red. The top buttons of my shirt were left unbuttoned, on purpose, I was sure, leaving plenty exposed. Her left nipple was barely visible over a tile of white in my plaid shirt; she wasn't wearing a bra. The nerve, I thought. The way the shirt curved on her large breasts drew my eye, my mind involuntarily bringing up the image of her round, naked breasts upon the reflection of the bathroom's mirror, where I'd taken her; thankfully, her beautiful thighs and firm, plump butt were somewhat hidden in the sweatpants, else I was likely to get hard right then.

Christina was petite, but what she lacked in height she made up in flesh, which seemed to have gone to all the right places of her lithe frame. Even with the sweatpants on, it was obvious she had the powerful legs of a dancer, with thick thighs and no gap between them in sight; her butt protruded, round and plump, borderline on "too big". Matt had told me she was being made fun of for her big butt in elementary, but now boys of every taste in butts ogled at it. And like the rest of the curves of her body, her breasts completed the small hourglass figure. This girl was blessed from head to toe.

She was wearing make-up; the shades of her blue eyes were toned black, just the way I liked it - as if she could read my mind - and her cheeks were slightly pinker than they ought to be, giving her an adolescent look. Really, I thought, after the fucking I gave her last night, this girl had the time, will and patience to put make-up on. I disliked that so much, that I actually liked it, in a way. I guess I was confused. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail. She still walked a bit strangely, but that was to be expected; it was a mark of my performance that the hidden animal in me took pride in. She was standing at the base of the stairs, as if to present herself, smiling sexily at me; there didn't seem to be any sign of grievance. That bitch liked everything I did to her, I thought to myself. I drew the pan out of the fire, still looking at her above my glasses persistently.

"Good morning," I said to her coyly, letting the eggs slide onto our plates on the table.

"Hmm," she let out, still standing on the foot of the stairs. I knew she was examining me from head to toe. "A man who knows how to cook. Intriguing..." Her voice was a bit hoarse, as if her throat hurt, but her tone was seductive all the same.

"I like to be the one to cook the food I eat," I answered simply as I poured myself a coke and sat on the table; she took it she was invited too, as her plate was opposing to mine on the table. When she was coming over, I noticed my sweat pants were too big, too loose around her waist, and they were slipping off, revealing the very top of her ass crack; she was wearing nothing underneath, and the worst thing, she made no motion to pull the pants up. I felt the blood rush in my face, but I did my best to ignore her so obvious attempt to get me.

When she sat down slowly, she gritted her teeth and exhaled sharply; her butt was in pain. Wanting to be discreet, I looked down on my food, pretending not to notice.

"Is there any coffee?" she asked in a polite manner that I didn't know she had; she sounded sleepy at the same time.

"Nah, I don't drink coffee."

"Your drink has coffee in it," she replied smartly and I stared at her intently.

"Drink coke then," I said after a while, gesturing towards the fridge with my fork while eating my bacon. "Help yourself." I didn't like interrupting my meal.

She took a wounded look, as if she wanted me to pity her. "Wouldn't you get it for me? A lady shouldn't have to get up from the table." 

It was things like this that made me angry about women. As if she wasn't perfectly able to stand the fuck up! I wouldn't mind doing her a few courtesies, of course - I'm all for that, it's my pleasure. But when they demanded courtesy, that really messed with my head. I shook my head, exhaled strongly and went to get her the coke. I put it next to her plate and she attempted to open it, but I held it firmly from the top. She looked up at me innocently; the girl I saw wasn't the girl I'd fucked last night. Just that look her blue eyes gave me was enough to get the thing in my pants stirring. I loved the sight of my dick stretching her mouth with those pretty lips and those eyes of hers looking up at me like I was her god. I suppose in this case it would pay off if I was pussy whipped or something, but I'm just not that kind of guy.

"Listen here," I said intensely, wanting to get my point across. "I got you this because you're my guest. Not because you batted your lashes." I let go of the coke and returned to my meal.

At first, she took an offended look; I imagined she was taking that look every time someone said something she did not like. 

"Is that also why you let me sleep on the couch?!" she yelled at me.

"Yes, exactly. What, you thought I'd forsake my bed for a guest?" I laughed.

She looked at me as if she was shocked, her mouth half open. I knew it was all a play. At the same time, she didn't know the real reason I'd placed her in my couch last night; my bed was so straight and rigid, her ass would hurt all night. The couch on the other hand, sunk softly when you sat on it. She had been more comfortable there, but I thought trying to explain that would be of no use right now.

She huffed at me. "Why are you so uptight, Alex? You're like a brick wall. Can't you just relax for one second?"

Eating my food, I groaned, "I am relaxed." That's what I was used to saying, but mid-sentence I realized I wasn't at all relaxed. This girl was messing with my head with every word she said, in a way that I had never been messed with.

Her expression softened, as if she sensed the strange conflict in my head, or so I liked to think. She started eating, timidly, almost shyly. I couldn't help but notice her. She really was beautiful, and I loved anything beautiful. But I couldn't stand her attitude. A real pity, right?

When she was done, she drank a bit from her coke and wiped her mouth softly on a napkin. I noticed she had the table manners of a lady; I could dig that a lot. I liked a girl with class, although Christie had displayed minimal amounts of it ever since I first saw her a week ago. Now finished, she just sat there, looking at me; I could tell from the edge of my sight. I glanced once at her. Something in me stirred. That girl's lips begged to be kissed.

"Alex?" she asked.

I swallowed the bacon, quickly wiped my mouth on the napkin; it would never do to speak with your mouth full. "Christie?" I asked back and she let out a cute laugh, leaning on her elbow and smiling at me. I don't know what she thought was going on between us.

"I saw that portrait... you drew that, right?" she asked me. Apparently, she'd seen that. Of course I'd drawn that. Ever since I saw her in the first day of school, I was taken with her beauty. Her round face, her sexy smile, her straight hair, I just had to sketch her. Bitch or not, like I said earlier, I'm a fan of beautiful things. It was a good thing I didn't also use my imagination to add her naked breasts on the portrait; the humorous thought brought the hint of a smile on my face, which I hid with the back of my mouth.

"I drew it," I admitted after a moment and she giggled, obviously flattered.

"You think I'm beautiful?" she asked of me. I could feel her influence, numbing my mind. She smelled of lavender, like the bathroom we fucked in last night, and I could feel my cock growing in my pants. I only looked at her sternly, without saying a word. This was just one of her games, I figured. I wasn't fond of games, and I wasn't about to do her the courtesy everyone did when they complimented her. She could figure it out for herself, I thought. I stood up from the chair.

"Where are you going?" she asked me immediately, wanting to fish my answer.

"Dress up. We're going to school." I headed for the door, to the hanger, to get my sweater. The sound of the rain pounding heavily outside the door daunted me, though.

Christina stood up abruptly from the table. "Are you seriously serious?! It's raining like hell. I'm not going to school in this weather."

I took a glance at her ass, and the way she walked to me; surely, a 'School Queen' wouldn't want her subjects to know she had been fucked so hard in the ass that she couldn't walk properly the next day. "Is it the rain, or is it something else?" I muttered, quietly enough so she wouldn't hear me. Now I was being an ass.

In truth, I didn't like the thought of going to school either. Not only because of the rain, but also because of the boring classes. But like Christie, I didn't admit the real reason: the idea of spending some time here with her was appealing to my subconscious. I had been critical and evasive of her beauty so far, but it was not easy to keep it at bay. I had to drink in it, only then I thought I could resist; and the worst thing, I thought I could control it. "No school, then," I decided. "Go upstairs and find something to entertain yourself with," I told her and turned around, headed for the second living room. She wasn't going upstairs; she was following me instead. I turned again, ready to confront her, but she instead pounced on me and tried to kiss me. I stopped her. I held her waist with my hands, keeping her face a breath away from mine. We looked into each other's eyes and goosebumps ran through me. I knew it; she was big trouble. I almost got angry at her unauthorized advance.

"You're beautiful," she blurted, looking up at me admiringly. I couldn't help but grin.

"You'll make me blush," I said, wanting to sound sarcastic, but it didn't quite come off that way.

"Let me kiss you," she said demandingly in a girlish voice, pouting her lips in a cute way that would make a man's heart melt. Her breathing had quickened and her pupils had dilated. I knew my hands on her waist were having a drastic effect on both of us.

"You can't," I stated; that was my last line of defense, I had used the last ounce of my remaining strength to resist her. "I'm not your boyfriend, and I don't date whores. What happened last night was a one-time only. I only helped you out of guilt."

She was shocked by those words, her mouth half open. She abruptly let go of me. "Then I don't want your help," she shouted and what she did next, I did not anticipate; she threw her sweatpants down, revealing her naked beauty underneath. She was shaven and smooth down there; her pussy looked absolutely beautiful, peeking between her thick thighs. I did nothing to stop her, I didn't want to. My heart was pounding like crazy as I watched her unbutton the shirt and throw it on the floor. She wasn't wearing any bra; her full breasts were looking back at me with those round, tough and well lined rosy nipples that were a bit larger than average, but they looked just perfect for her breasts. I couldn't resist looking; no man could. This girl was deliberately beautiful, to mess with my usually orderly mind.

"And keep your clothes away from me," she yelled, having tossed them to the floor; she turned around and ran to the door, naked from top to bottom. My emotions flared at that moment; I felt anger for this childish move to taunt me further, I felt sorry for having been so harsh with her, and I felt the overwhelming need to make love to her. Just make love to her, and forget every one of our differences. All my emotions clashed, and it wasn't pretty. I wasn't going to be gentle. I ran, reached her and put my arm around her tight belly, stopping her right before she stepped through the door, which she had half-opened. Her butt was pressed against my crotch as she arched her back. I bowed slightly, holding my head close to hers. The rain pounded outside the door step, falling heavily from the roof.

"And where do you think you're going without my clothes?" I hissed angrily. "It's raining outside," I reminded her.

"I'll manage without you," she yelled and pushed me back. I was stunned for a moment.

Christina rushed outside in the rain, bare-ass naked, running funnily through the pathway of the garden towards the gate that led to the street. I could see the side of her tits as they bounced. I chased after her, gritting my teeth in a silent curse. I liked to think I understood people and their thoughts on a deeper level, but it seemed I'd never understand this girl's thought process. I ran after her like a mad dog; in all the absurdity of the situation, an involuntary smile found its way on my lips, because I humorously thought, there's hardly any straight man on this planet who wouldn't be running after that ass.

She reached the gate and grasped the iron bars, trying to open it; little did she know, it was locked. Even if she could open it, she wouldn't get far, because after a second I caught up to her. I grabbed her wrist and forced her around, pinning her against the bars; I showed her my teeth as I stared intently at her. 

"Are you crazy?" I yelled. I tried to drag her off, but she held the bar with a surprising amount of strength. I felt the rain hit on my face, making my hair wet; there goes the gel I'd put there to make it stand.

"What do you think you're doing?" she screamed, "release me." She didn't mean it. "We're not dating," she said, bitterly; I knew she was crying, even though the rain hit her face.

"We're not dating," I agreed, "but you knew you wouldn't be leaving here naked like this," I stated the obvious, although I wasn't one hundred per cent sure. Who knows what went through this girl's head? "You can't toss my clothes to the floor and just walk away. You're only doing this to grab my attention," I continued harshly, though I was breathless, so close to her. Now, instead of dragging her away, I pushed her naked form against the bars and stole a glance to admire her naked beauty in the rain. For an eighteen year old girl, she looked stunningly feminine, womanly, the kind of female that is begging to be fucked, and to be fucked right. The wild part of me that I hid behind my carefully collected face roared; if I let it out, all my codes would fly out the window; that greedy animal would ravage her again, and not gently. 

My glasses were a mess from the rain, and I couldn't see shit. Con of having the green colored eyes of my father, you see; they came with myopia, and without lenses or glasses, my sight was blurry, although I could see her pretty well as she was close. She pouted again with my hand on her wrist, staying submissively against the gate; she seemed so small and vulnerable. I suppose she was only tall when she was wearing heels. The rain was ruining her shades, but somehow I found her hotter that way; she did look like a fucked up whore. 

She was speechless at my advance, so my face softened a bit. I couldn't watch her ache any more.

"What are you thinking, running in the rain like that?" I scolded her, a bit more gently; almost with concern, but I knew full well what was up. My hand moved involuntarily to caress her beautiful face as it was pelted by the raindrops; she gave me the same, childish, girly look she had given me when I dragged her in the bathroom yesterday, teasing the animal in me; I wanted to fuck her face so badly when she looked at me like that. My clothes were getting very wet, but I didn't give a fuck. This moment was worth a few wet clothes.




The Fox and the Wolf Ch. 02



"I'd do anything for you," she whispered, her breath hot near my face, her blue eyes full of wanton lust. Had I been more up to speed with my senses, I'd have disregarded her words as another attempt to throw off my control, like she did yesterday, but I fell for it, because she sounded genuine. I didn't care if she really was a whore. If she wanted me so badly, I'd let her into my life, and I'd set her straight. I grabbed her other wrist, pinning them both up against the bars.

Our lips joined in a searing hot kiss, my tongue joining with hers in the most satisfying of ways. I held her wrists in the air with one hand as she just stood there, receiving me, yielding to me. Our bodies pressed tightly together, like they should be. I could feel her large breasts, much bigger than any girl of her age should have, flattened on my chest. I couldn't believe she was a virgin. My dick grew in my pants at the thought of taking her that way, pressing against her abdomen and up her belly. Her hand went there and felt my pants and she moaned sexily in my mouth; she kissed me with fervor, naked in the rain as she was. She whined when I suddenly broke off the kiss and dragged her by the wrist back home, without looking at her. I heard her whimper, as moving so fast hurt her ass, but I didn't care. I had to have my way with her, and no more moralities, otherwise I'd go crazy.

"I knew you were the same," she shouted, "you're a pervert just like any other man. All you want is sex," she sneered. But she had started it, so I knew this was just trash talk to provoke me further, and boy, was it just the worst thing to do at this time. I was going to make her regret that... or so I thought. 

I pushed her through the doorstep, slipping out of my wet shirt and pants and tossing them aside. I hastily took off my glasses and put them on the counter. My dick formed a straight tent in my boxers, until I took them off; I caught her hungry glance and I shook my head, certain she'd enjoy this. If Christina didn't like sucking cock and having her face fucked as much as she did, I'd surely think of her as less of a whore. I swirled her around and made her bent over slightly, her breasts pressed against the wall. I began spanking her, leaving red marks on her ass, and she cried out in pretend shock. That round, plump ass deserved all the spanking I could give it, for making me lose my mind.

"You like that," I hissed to her, bending over her so our faces were close; I was determined to fill her world and give her exactly what she was looking for this whole time. 

Our breaths mingled together, our faces close and our eyes locked to each other's.

"Stop, Alex," she cried, but I could tell a lie when it was being told. She was trying to steal a glance at my cock, which was placed against the low of her back. I knew that excited her imagination, because she was slick and shiny between her legs and all around her thighs. My dick still stung from the soap I'd used as lubrication yesterday, but man, was fucking her asshole in return worth it. 

I placed my palm on her clit, gently, softly, without rubbing; I only teased her with two fingers, just outside. Her clit was swollen, protruding between her lips like a gumdrop; it was amazingly aroused and enlarged, a beautiful sight that rendered me fully hard, especially at the thought that no one but me had ever gone in there.

I spanked her again on the other cheek as she was arched over to the wall. Her ass was firm, as were her thighs and the rest of her legs, all the parts that I was fond of the most in a woman. Her body wasn't only fit, it was the body of an athlete; I remembered she had invited Matt to her ballet show to grab my attention, and then I knew that she took ballet more seriously than I had thought, and I knew that her pussy had to be as tight as the rest of her body, except maybe her asshole. I started rubbing my hand up and down her ass crack and she whimpered as my fingers brushed lightly over her bruised asshole, just to give her an idea. "You fucking pervert," she breathed sharply, then she whimpered, "are you going to fuck my ass, Alex?"

"Nah," I retorted, my fingers patiently massaging, pressing (but not penetrating) her pussy in a suggestive manner. "That's only one of the three holes I'll fuck today."

She was aghast at my words, acting offended, as if.

"This is rape, you know, I'll tell everyone what you did to me," she cried, and that set me off really badly. I jerked her around, grabbed her jaw strongly and she let out a lusty, submissive moan, proof that she was doing this only to mess with me. I stared at her intently, wildly, and she stared at me back. There was no fear in her blue eyes, only defiance and lust. God, I wanted to fuck this woman.

I buttoned her against the wall, and she did nothing to resist me. I slammed my tightened fist onto the wall, next to her head as a show of power. She yelped and gasped, looking at my own lips. That was my cue. We kissed with a passion and hotness that I'd never felt before. It was a brutal, devouring kiss. Although she seemed slutty, she displayed a shyness and submissiveness, a girly innocence that, when combined with her inexperience, drove me crazy. She was being proven a virgin before my eyes, while I had so firmly believed otherwise yesterday.

She grabbed my hard cock and stroked it towards her belly, and I held one breast in my hand. I slipped to one knee so my head was on the same height as her glorious tits and I plunged my face in them. That alone was enough to make a man's year. I took one of her girthy, round nipples in my mouth and sucked on it, kissing it, my tongue swirling hungrily. She let out a sigh of pleasure, raising her head to the ceiling as she ran her hand through my hair and cupped my cheek gently. I looked up at her, and I saw a shy girl, a bit concerned; that drew my attention.

"Are my nipples too big, Alex?" she asked of me.

"They're like flowers," I replied, somewhat jokingly. Truly, they looked like roses, stiffened and pink as they were. Their ends poked out, but not in an absurdly big manner. It was just the way I wanted it, so tender and feminine. I took the other one in my mouth and kissed it, admiring her for it. I grinned naughtily at her before I bit down on it and she let out a cute yelp, grasping my wet hair strongly. I'd wanted to do that since I saw those tits break free yesterday; I took the other one in my mouth again, biting down playfully and she yelped again. I parted her legs with my hand, searching for her beautiful wet pussy; I teased her with two fingers over there as I sucked and bit on her nipple and she closed her eyes, letting out a throaty sigh of pleasure.

" I'm gonna take the prize before anyone else gets to it," I said to her, standing up.

"I'd never let anybody," she breathed her promise, "it's only yours to fuck, Alex," she moaned shyly, submissively. I let out a chuckle, pleased. When I first saw her, I knew I could bend her if I wanted to, but I never thought she would be this passive. Perhaps she liked me a bit too much. I pulled her to me and she hugged me. I spanked her again for being such a slut, then on a whim, I grabbed her hair and yanked her away, to the living room. I kept close behind her, pressing my dick against her back, constantly reminding her of my hardness, and I put my hand on her smooth, shaven pussy as I pushed her forward. I wondered if she had shaven for me, and then I thought, of course she had. What she didn't know was that I appreciated hair there.

"Leave some hair there," I commander her, "if I don't see a bikini wax soon, I'm gonna leave you dick-less, you whore." She moaned in disdain.

"Sh-show some respect - OW!" I threw her over the couch's arm. Her ass was thrust up in the air, her face down on the pillow. She turned to look at me, the slut, biting down on her bottom lip as I spanked her and she cried out. Her pussy and asshole presented themselves from the thick, firm butt cheeks; I couldn't resist the sight. I just plunged my face right into her sweet-smelling pussy, hugging her beautiful thighs strongly so she had nowhere to go. I licked her lips and she let out a gasp and a groan. My tongue forced its way into her virgin fuck tool, swirling, as I rubbed it with my fingers outside.

She turned her head, moaning like a slut; she grabbed my hair strongly, pushing me in. My response was a heavy, loud smack on her ass which made her cry out, "oh, fuck!" as she rubbed her breast and nipple. My nose was deep into her musky smell, which I couldn't get enough of. It felt wonderful to please Christie in this way. I grabbed both her reddened cheeks and pulled away slightly; I was going to rub her ass crack again, so her juices spread around. Two fingers slipped in her pussy, making her gasp, but I didn't go too far, as not to break her too early. I moved my tongue up to her bruised asshole, licking and rimming the tight ring. That really set her wild and squirming on my arms.

"Shit, Alex, right there," she let out; I was French-kissing her asshole as I had her mouth just moments ago, and she was so into it, despite having had it fucked so hard yesterday. Her eager rosebud clenched and relaxed as I lapped her sphincter into relaxation, forcing a mix of my saliva and her juices down into her waiting rectum, all the while I rubbed her pussy outside, two of my fingers up in there (but not very far). I felt her butt ring pleasantly tight around my tongue, her tangy smell keeping me turned on. She was quivering and moaning, at the mercy of my oral machinations. 

I stroked my dick so I remained hard, fantasizing about getting that asshole around it again. She submitted into an explosive orgasm, screaming and squirting all over my mouth. I smacked her ass, grinning victoriously, wanting to watch her lusty expression against the couch. Before she even had a chance to recover, I stood up. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed after her orgasm.

"Get up," I commanded her, "you need to be standing for the most important moment in your life." She didn't need to, of course, I was just saying that because I always thought sluts must get fucked while standing up, because that's what they do most of the time anyway.

"Wait," she shrieked, "do you have any condoms?"

I laughed harshly, "I'm not about to waste a load in your snatch." I had condoms, but I'd discovered long ago I could do without them.

She opened her mouth to protest, but I had no patience for arguing. I grabbed her arm strongly. "You're hurting me," she protested, and this time she was honest. I had little control of my strength when I got wild; I lightened my grip without apologizing and dragged her to the pillar nearby and made her bend over and grab it. She looked so incredibly sexy, bent over like that; I only wished she was wearing heels. I grabbed my cock and placed it on the lips of her pussy. I don't know what part in me resisted just plunging it deep in one go. "Do you want it?" I asked of her, pressing lightly. I was going to return some of the teasing she had done to me.

"God, yes, please, Alex, I can't wait any longer," she moaned. I could tell by the heated way she said it that she would never be more ready.

My cockhead pushed past the sopping wet lips of her cunt. I was going in and she screamed. Once I felt that slippery tightness engulf me, I had to push it in one go. I held her waist and rammed it inside her pussy, looking down to admire how wonderfully I was stretching it, almost balls deep into her hot, no longer virgin tool. Blood dripped to the floor from my invasion. Her squeezing wetness squeezed my cock. All my senses told me to go fast, because it was this pussy that had made me lost my mind. It turns out, she didn't like slow.

"It hurts soo good," she whispered with her eyes shut, biting her bottom lip. I began slipping out of her, my legs sticky from her juices. I embraced her from behind, bent over with her and kissed her elegant shoulder lightly, before my I put my chin on it. I had one hand on her breast, rubbing and twisting slightly her nipple, the other hand rubbing her clit as I watched her pretty face tense. The rain drops that slid down her face made it look like she was crying; and she had an expression as if she was hurt, her lips pouting sexily, her deep blue eyes begging me, wanting me. Our bodies mingled together, our union breathlessly satisfying. She yielded to me completely. "God, Alex," she uttered as I thrust in her for the second time. She looked overwhelmed, absolutely conquered. "Take it away," she whimpered. "I'm giving it to you, it's all yours to abuse," she continued and her dirty words made my dick twitch, deep inside the wet confines of her pussy. I roughly forced my hand between her thighs from the front, making her part them, then held her waist. I kissed the small blonde with passion, forcing my tongue into her moaning mouth. I began pounding into her with force, pumping her pussy full as she returned my kiss feverishly. 

This was the moment I felt most complete in. I was taking her virginity with every bit of the savageness I believed her young, teasing pussy deserved.

I broke off the kiss, my mouth wandering to the side of her neck as I fucked her; I loved her neck, so elegant and smooth. I kissed and licked that little vixen from shoulder to ear, sinking my teeth into her to mark her as mine like an animal, my hands grasping her petite waist to pull her back to me with every thrust.

She was breathless, quiet for a time as I pumped into her; perhaps she didn't have the strength to shout. I growled next to her ear, satisfied with my progress.

I pushed all the way in, to the hilt, and I smacked her beautiful ass harshly. "Ow," she let out, finally, breathless and panting heavily.

"Arms behind your back, hurry up," I commanded, and she gave me her arms meekly; I crossed them behind her back, securing them both with one hand. Her own small hands closed near her elbows. The sight was splendid. "Aren't you a submissive whore?" I hissed. I knew by this point she liked that, because her pussy tightened involuntarily around me, although she groaned in disdain. It seemed Christina Rousseau wasn't quite used to being called that.

She shouldn't have tied her hair into a ponytail, because it begged me to get grabbed. From the arms secured tightly behind her back and her ponytail, I yanked her forcefully back to me with every quick yet long thrust, ramming into her pussy with all my strength. I drew her backwards, forcing her to bend over. She arched her back sexily and moaned loudly as I fucked her roughly. I wished there was a mirror in front of her, like yesterday, so I could see her tits bouncing and her beautiful, round face, screwed up with lust and the effort to endure my love making.

On the same arm I kept her own arms behind her back I put pressure, so my elbow was pressing her lower back down, rendering her completely grounded. Even though she was standing up, she was secured and within my control from every corner - her head, her arms, her legs. She had surrendered absolutely, held down by my strength, giving me her virginity away quietly, letting out a choking yelp every now and then.

I slowed my pace, making sure she fully understood my movements; I let go of her hair. My fingers found their way between her cheeks to her asshole; she jumped lightly and I pushed her body against the pillar, grinning wolfishly.

Her juices were all over, so my glistening fingers slipped easily into her hungry asshole. She yelped and jumped, but made no move to stop me. What could she do, with her hands firmly secured behind her back? As my fingers plunged deep, she tightened her asshole, pushing them out; she'd already learned the tricks of the trade. I put my three fingers in there, keeping my cock deep inside her snatch. In and out my fingers went, picking up pace until I was jamming them in her asshole; along with my fingers, I moved my dick slightly, just to create friction. 

"Oh, that feels so good," she screamed.

Taking in ragged breaths, I growled as if to demand that her orgasm arrived. She trembled and I felt her climax rise right up. I thrust faster into her, plunging my dick deeply in unison with my fingers. I felt her cunt flood with her juices as she came, her hot pocket tightening around my cock. Her whole body was shaking and she could only utter, "oh, oh," grinding her butt against my crotch, as if to massage me and her cunt. I retracted my fingers from her ass, watching them slip gracefully out.

After the wave struck, she yelled in ecstasy, "good God, what have you done to me!"

I stopped my thrusting, letting her catch her breath. She was flushed and panting, just the way I liked her to be. I let her relax for a few moments; I thought even she deserved as much, because the storm hadn't passed yet. I still didn't slip out of her, though; I didn't want her to forget.

After she caught a few breaths, she cooed, "Jesus, where did you learn to fuck like that?" and I grinned.

"I've had plenty of chances to experiment," I said wickedly. I also watched a lot of porn; ever since I started watching, when I was ten (I had perverted friends, don't get me wrong), I liked it a lot and as I grew up I gradually began to observe what certain male porn-stars did to make women get off, so I learned a few things beyond the basics. But along with knowledge upon sex, porn awakened something more in me, an animal with a thirst that could only be quenched with and upon a girl like Christie.

The voracious animal in me demanded more of her. I unsheathed myself from her flooded cunt, let go of her arms and jerked her around with unnecessary force. I walked her to the kitchen, but she didn't seem to agree with the notion of going there. I wasn't holding her down at that moment, so I was caught off guard when she stood and turned around and I certainly didn't expect what happened next. Her hand came across my face with a sharp crack. The bitch had slapped me! Stunned, I felt my cheek, and it stung, as I stared at her. I saw her grinning slyly, her face lit in the same greedy light as mine, few moments ago. That little vixen pushed my buttons on purpose. I grabbed her wrist, pulling us close and she moaned and giggled, grinning cockily. I knew that grin, it was that arrogant grin I saw in class. "What the fuck was that?" I asked her. 

"You think you can just do what you want to me and get away with it?" she said, and I was surprised. Those were the words I would've used. She deliberately pushed her breasts on my chest. Then her arrogant smile slipped and she bit her bottom lip and batted her eyelashes shamelessly; she was grabbing my rock hard dick that was slickened by her juices, stroking it up and down towards her, and with the other hand she touched my chest. I spanked her ass with all my strength and she laughed and jumped and kissed me. I loved that, she was so cute and sexy; not entirely meekly and passive, like few of my past girlfriends. Even still, I hid my amusement. My hands went to her ass involuntarily, grabbing and squeezing it whole; I had no chance of fitting one whole ass cheek for each hand. Her plump butt drove me crazy, and her tongue on my mouth, now demanding and active, was winning me over.

"I'm not playing games here, Christie," I seethed angrily, breaking off the kiss. She'd never let go of my dick, so I slipped my middle finger in her ass, knowing that would make her hotter.

She slapped me again. "Pervert! You're disgusting," she screamed and tried to escape, but I was done playing. I pulled her by the waist and she kicked and screamed. I was too strong. My hand snaked in her hair and I yanked it hard, forcing her on her knees. She would follow me to the kitchen on her knees for being so defiant. Once in the kitchen, I bent her over the table with force and smacked her already red ass, making her squeal.




The Fox and the Wolf Ch. 02



She was dazed, I could see it in her eyes when she turned to look at me with the greatest need in her eyes. She could've felt my need as well, because she submitted, and did exactly what pleased me the most at that moment. She put her hand over her ass, her middle finger slipping into her asshole. "Please," she whispered nastily, biting her bottom lip wantonly. I looked at her intently, my cock aching from the need. "Please," she repeated, putting a second finger in there, pushing them in and out rhythmically. 

"Please?" I asked, mocking her. Amidst my storminess, I calmed suddenly, even though I hadn't gotten off yet. I could tease her for a bit, just like she teased me.

"Please, put it there."

That was the damn finest sight, a girl high and mighty as Christine, cheeky and defiant, begging to be fucked in the ass. I was positive she couldn't be any sexier.

"I thought you didn't like anal," I said, even though I knew the truth.

She shut her eyes, aching, her fingers still slipping in and out of the tight hole above her delicate, beautiful folds of her pussy. The sight did bad things to my urge, but I resisted still, wanting to push her. "What are you doing there, Christie? Anal isn't for the likes of you, is it? You're too good for it. Don't you hate anal? Hm?" I asked her critically with mischief in my eyes, placing my cock on her butt cheek.

"Alex, please..." I reached and grabbed her jaw to get her attention; her eyes opened dreadfully at me like I was the hunter who had her on a deadlock, as if she was scared I would refuse her request.

"Do you like cocks up your ass, Christie!" I asked, putting emphasis on each word, making it sound like a statement rather than a question. She lost it!

"Yes! Yes, I love your thick cock up my ass," she screamed, bent over the table as she was. "I want to feel it stretch me, I want it deep inside... I want it to rip me apart!"

"Is there no better feeling?" I asked her.

"There is no better feeling," she whispered in lust and I chuckled.

I chuckled, pleased. "Big fucking talk."

I pinned her arms down like before and she writhed as I rubbed my rock hard cock up and down her ass crack. She pushed her ass hard against my cock, grinding it against the shaft.

"Pleeeaase," she whined in the girly voice that I imagined she would use for her daddy, to get what she wanted. She was grinding her beautiful ass against my crotch. I whacked it hard, making her shriek.

"What?" I asked her wildly.

"Alex," she called out huskily. "Please... make it hurt," she pleaded nastily, and I thought, that fucking slut, she really was a whore. "Make it hurt, Alex," she repeated and that did it for me. I couldn't wait any longer. Seeing the little vixen bent over the table, her arms locked behind her back, her breasts flattened on the table, she was looking so vulnerable and needy. It set something off in me. I was gonna fuck her raw like last night.

I placed my glistening cockhead on her puckered little hole. My dick was covered in her juices, yet it took some force to get it in; I pressed hard against her pucker, holding her down, forcing her to submit. Slowly, her sphincter relaxed, her hole spreading beautifully to receive me. "It's going in," she cried, as the head pierced her pucker and popped inside her anus. She shook, the tight anal ring clamping down on my dick as she cried, "god, yes, it's so fucking thick, oh my god." It was a godly feeling for me. I didn't go slow this time, nor did I wait between thrusts; this time, I went in in a single, constant thrust as I held her down and buried it farther and farther up her. She was so tight around me, I almost came right there, but my greatest pleasure came from knowing that this little vixen was getting what she deserved, an ass pumped full of cock. 

I saw she had clenched her teeth in pain, her face flushed with her duress. When I hit home, she let out a moan of pain and pleasure. "Alex," she called out breathily, "touch my pussy..." With her arms behind her back, my cock in her anus must've been driving her crazy. I only chuckled at her, ignoring her. That's what she'd get for being such a tease.

With one hand I held her arms behind her back, with the other I parted one of her plump ass cheeks, just to see my dick stretching her asshole so beautifully. As I bent a bit, to look at her ass from the side, I noticed she was on her toes so her asshole was in perfect alignment with my dick. That was one of the cutest things I'd seen her do. For the few seconds that I let her adjust, I admired the sight of her asshole so elastically adapting around my girth. "You're so beautiful with a cock up your ass, you know that?" I said to her. I barely let her comprehend the meaning of my words before I started pulling all the way out, until only my cockhead was left there.

I rammed it all in one go, stuffing her ass full, pushing her thighs against the table. "Oh, god, you're fucking my ass," she moaned huskily. That provoked me, gave me motivation; I picked up the pace of my thrusts as I held her arms together with force. My cock throbbed in her rectum, sliding in and out with only her juices and my spit as lubrication. She clenched her asshole when I was slipping out and bucked her ass wildly back to me when I rammed back in. Still standing on her toes as I fucked her roughly, she was screaming like a vixen being slaughtered, in a hot way.

"God, you're ripping me apart," she screamed in pain and pleasure.

"Pretty sure that's what you wanted, whore," I grunted, seeing the little vixen bent over like this, looking so vulnerable. I felt her rectum finally adapt somewhat to my thickness as I was firmly embedded deeply inside her. I let go of her arms, smacked her ass and bent over with her, so I could kiss her. Her eyes were teary and her mouth wet, her tongue hot as she kissed me back with wanton lust, holding my arm and rubbing the delicate spot between her legs. I held her breasts and her head to keep her steady. Our kissing hotly set me off; that's when I begun really pounding into her asshole, the animal in me taking over. She screamed into my mouth at the force of my invasion but I didn't let her go of her mouth. Our double union, my cock in her asshole and our mouths united, almost made me shoot my load deep into her eager hole, it was that beautiful, and it felt so right.

Her ass cheeks were clapping back onto my crotch as I buried my cock home. I didn't stop. I let go of the kiss, holding her head and looking inside her blue eyes intensely, wanting her to know she was special, and she returned the same look. I'd been pounding her ass non-stop like an animal, like it should be pounded, but I got distracted by one rational thought. I started to realize there was an understanding between us two. Our bodies were synchronized perfectly in mutual coordination, something which I never wholly shared with other girls I've been with. But my mind was quickly flooded again with lust after that and I put the thought aside.

She was breathing hotly with wild abandon, panting and panting, her mouth open and her face screwed with lust. "Don't you stop," she pleaded. "Don't you fucking stop, Alex, push it deep in my ass where it belongs!" My hands went to her lean waist to pull her back to me and I planted my mouth on her right shoulderblade; she grabbed my hair and squeezed as my thrusts reduced in size but increased in swiftness; that way, my cock stayed deep inside her for a longer amount of time. I knew she was rubbing her pussy, so that kind of friction far up her rectum would just set her off the edge. I was right. She was muttering unintelligible things that drowned in her mouth; something about my cock pounding deep into her ass and how she loved it. I grinned as I fucked her with a vengeance, my thighs smashing against her ass, making it clap. When her orgasm struck, she let out a brief, sexy shout and she squirted all over my legs and the kitchen floor. She became limp and quiet on my arms like a doll and I held her by the arms gently so she wouldn't fall. Once she came to her senses, she grasped the table shakily,

I buried my dick deep, holding her ass and her breath went out; my fingers found her pussy and I pushed her fingers off so I rub it teasingly. "Hmm, are you cold?" I said in a low tone, my mouth close to her ear. "I would've sworn you sneezed."

Her glazed eyes fell on me and I thought I saw the start of a weak smile; I was sure she would've laughed if she wasn't coming down from such an intense orgasm. I needed to cum as well, I could feel it was close. A nasty idea popped into my mind. I slipped my cock out of her asshole and she cooed. Her little pucker was bruised, swollen and red. I yanked her blonde ponytail and forced her down to the floor; she obeyed hastily, but she didn't realize yet what I had in mind. When she came face to head with my dick, she looked away. It was only a bit bloody from her broken hymen, glistening from the juices of her pussy and shitty from her asshole, but I wasn't going to be a gentleman about this part of sex. She had to finish me and clean me off.

"Ew. N-no," she said worriedly, shyly, "what are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" I retorted. "Do your job and finish me off. Don't act like you don't want it."

"But Alex," she started, looking innocently at me and pouting as she kneeled on the floor. She should not have done that. I grabbed the back of her head and shut her nose; next time she drew breath, she opened her pretty mouth and I forced my rigid cock between her teeth, stuffing it into her mouth. She winced and gagged sexily at the smell and taste, but she opened wide to receive me like a good slut. My hand went from her nose to her jaw; now I had a good grip on her head, I started jamming my dick in and out. Her protests were choked behind a mouthful of cock and her hands flew to my thighs, trying to control my force. I kept stuffing my meat into her waiting mouth as I pressed her head down with both hands; her own hands went instinctively to the floor, so she steadied her body to receive my wild thrusting into her hot mouth. This girl was a prodigy; she knew what to do with her body, and I admired her for it. Just as I admired the sight of her round, naked tits on the sides of the intense face fucking I was giving her. Her watered mouth was making the same sexy noise every time I reached to the back of her throat, pulled out and slammed back in with a vengeance; I thought this was an ideal punishment for teasing me.

Drool flew out once I pulled out; her mouth remained wide open and she gasped and choked, desperate for a breath, staring at my drool-covered cock.

"How does your ass taste?" I asked her, wanting to see her reaction. She grabbed my balls, surprising me, and she brought the head to her mouth, her eyes looking up to me like I was her god, like she worshipped me. 

"It tastes wonderful," she said huskily and wrapped her lips around my cockhead, sucking and drooling. 

"I never came from a blowjob," I said to her. That was a lie, of course. I always taught the girls I was with how to get me off, and that was the very first thing I said to them to motivated them. Sounds like a low thing to do, now that I think about it, but hey, it was for the greater good, and I admit sometimes I was an asshole.

I spoke to her pride when I said that. A girl like Christie would take it upon herself to turn the tables on me. She took more of me into her wet, hot mouth, her tongue swirling under it; it felt so wonderful, she was a natural. She looked so pretty with her mouth outstretched, her shades ruined from the rain, her lusty blue eyes and her blonde hair. I held her chin as she bobbed her head up and down on my length feverishly, licking, swirling and slobbering. "There we go," I said, chuckling heartily, "you look pretty like this, Christie. Breathe through your nose," I instructed her.

She moaned, touching her clit; obviously, she was enjoying this. Guiding my cock through my balls, she pushed the cockhead past her throat's defense. I pushed her from the back of her head to help her get more of me in. My pole slid down her gullet and she almost gagged, but she took it. She was rubbing her clit furiously, taking it deeper. Damn this girl, I thought. If I believed in hell, I'd go to one of its deepest places for what I still wanted to do to her. Her nose was pressed against my abdomen now; she had taken me hilt-deep. "Damn," I breathed as she let go to take a breath, but she plunged her face back in and gagged on my rock hard knob. "That's right, Christie, you wanna take more of me in your mouth?"

She went down on me with a vengeance, choking herself every time my dick pushed past her throat, then she took it out and milked my balls and licked all around the base of my shaft. That was enough of a response. I gritted my teeth and chuckled a bit, admiring her tits, her mouth and her fervor. School Queen my ass, I thought. This girl was a secret nympho, she was mad for the cock.

She sucked my dick, wrapping her pretty nails around the base and cupping my balls. "Use your tongue," I instructed her. This was clearly her first blowjob, and I had to set a few things straight, but she was learning fast and on her own. Her tongue swirled and licked on the underside of my dick; she pulled it almost out, leaving only the head closed tightly around her lips; she petted it with her tongue and engulfed it with her spit as she looked up at me, ever innocently. That almost sent me over the edge, but I resisted. Just a bit further, I thought.

Christie took more than half of me into her mouth, looking up at me almost stubbornly, her mouth watering. She rubbed her pussy as she pushed my cockhead against her throat, without looking away from my eyes for a second. I caressed her face, her hair and encouraged her. She gagged on the meat but she stuck out her tongue and swirled it. I lost my control; she looked absolutely beautiful. Screw the blowjob, I'd let her have all the fun she wanted later, when I was tired. For now, I had to fuck that pretty face.

Now that her throat had relaxed, I pushed all the way in, holding her ponytail and looking into her eyes. Seeing the gag-induced tears only made me wilder. She started cooing and moaning deep in her throat as I pumped my dick into her beautiful face and deep into her constricting gullet. Holding her jaw, I fucked her mouth as if it was her cunt, a stretched out, wet, hot, drool-bathing hole for me to fuck as I pleased. She was letting out those slurpy, sexy gags every time I hit home, her face flushed from my force. I was balls deep in Christie's mouth, watching her eyelashes flutter, her eyes trying to steal a glance up at me between thrusts as she rubbed her clit. I slapped her cheek with my cock behind it, showing her my teeth, and she moaned in protest. I would show her not to moan when I slapped her. After she took a breath through her nose, I started fucking into her face again.

I was pounding my cock savagely into her face, driving my well-spat on length deep and hard down her throat. I didn't show any mercy on her gullet, nor did I let her breathe for the whole duration. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head from the lack of oxygen. "Fuck, Christie," I groaned and pulled out; she gasped to take a breath and I put it back. She cooed like a slut, her mouth stuffed and drooling. This time, I made shorter thrusts, just getting to the back of her mouth. I loved the sound of her gagging on her drool, I loved what she did with her tongue as I fucked her face hard. I growled as I let my load fly into her mouth, fucking it with short thrusts. She widened her eyes, moaned in her throat and tried to pull off, but I held her down, cumming hard. 

She submitted quickly, closing her lips around it as it plunged into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my cockhead as she sucked me, receiving all of my cum. I came for a long time, growling and groaning as I did so, filling her mouth with my thick, salty seed. As I held her jaw, I saw her swallow once, and it was the sexiest sight. I let go of her ponytail and patted her head to reward her; she nursed my cum out of my cock as I slid gently in and out, gradually softening. She swallowed more of it, looking up at me with her blue eyes. "Good girl," I whispered. It turned out Christie was a good girl. Who knew, right?

*****

I was on the living room on the ground floor, laid back on the pillows of my couch with my feet on the table, next to my coke. It was still raining outside and the sound of the shower was coming from upstairs. Déjà vu, I thought. Not one hour ago, I was in the exact same spot, setting the chess pieces on the board while constantly reminding myself of my plan to take Christie to school without much drama. Well, hadn't that failed horribly? Part of me already knew that it was hopeless, when I was setting the pieces. I glanced at the pillar, at the floor where the blood had dropped from her pussy when I took her virginity. I'd taken the time to clean that up (and any other mess we'd made in our passionate engagement), wear my glasses and get new clothes for me while she was upstairs taking a relaxing bath. 

The sound of the water was turned off and I was prepared for the wait. She would take another twenty minutes to return to me, her shades and make-up all re-applied on her cute face, wearing the same clothes - my favorite plaid blue shirt and my sweatpants. She walked funnily with her arms behind her back, her lower lip bit between her teeth as if she was hurting and her head hung low; not at all like the Christie at school. Her blue eyes glanced at me nervously, shyly as she walked around the couch. "How are you feeling?" I asked. She sat next to me on the couch and winced, looking at her feet, reserved and scared. I suppose that was to be expected. She hadn't seen much of my gentle side.

Her hand was resting on her thigh. I put my own hand on it, my fingers slipping between hers. She looked at me complainingly, but she didn't stop me. "I'll be sore for days," she whined.

"You will be, indeed," I agreed, letting my mouth curve slightly in a smug smile. She didn't catch my implication that I intended to have much, much more sex with her that would leave her sore.

I drew her hand to my own thigh. "Come here," I said gently. Reluctantly, she sat on my thigh; the feeling of her butt there was glorious, enough to make the thing in my pants stir again. My hand was below her lower waist, resting on her ass suggestively. She looked back at me hotly. My hands went up to her shoulders, grasping them firmly yet lightly; I was massaging her slowly, the movement of my hands almost random, but always gyrating, relaxing her muscles. She sighed in pleasure as my hands moved down to her shoulder blades, grabbing and stretching and releasing her flesh. I knew for a fact that my hands were effective, as I'd tried it before on other girls. 

I put one hand on her chest, just below her neck, and the other on the small of her back, lightly pushing her to arch her back, so her spine was set straight. "Oh! That feels good," she let out. I smiled at her with my eyes half shut, as if I was checking her out; I was. "I aim to please." 

"You weren't that much of a gentleman earlier..." she said, half whiny, as if it was expected of me, half seducingly, as if she loved it.

"You didn't want me to be," I countered, grinning.

When I took to massaging her sides, her ribs, I felt a certain wetness on my thigh. As she wasn't wearing any panties - she'd told me she lost them in the club yesterday - the juices of her snatch flushed through the fabric of her pants and mine as well. When she looked down and realized, she yelped and sprung up. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she said worriedly, as if she thought I'd be mad. Then she farted and I laughed.




The Fox and the Wolf



He was a wingman. Tray and Marie were so into their kissing that Matt and I were practically left alone in the table. His eyes were all around my body, travelling up and down, and I was looking away, pretending not to notice, waiting anxiously. Come ooon, he's got to be here... 

"Damn, Christie, you're killing me," Matt said, loud enough to be heard through the music. He must've downed a dozen bears; his eyes were red and he reeked of alcohol. 

Excuse me? I almost said, but I decided to have some fun instead. I was a little tipsy, so... leaving my drink to the table, I moved close to him and sneaked my arm through his, pulling him close. He smelled of alcohol and sweat but I forced myself to endure - maybe Castle Alex would finally fall if he spied us like this. 

I pulled my phone out of my purse and showed it to Matt, whose hand lay disturbingly close to my ass. A hint of wetness made my pussy tingle, but it sure wasn't because of Matt. 

I showed him some pics I'd taken with him in our earlier years in the school and we shared a laugh. But then I 'accidentally' swiped over to a private pic - the pic I'd taken that evening in front of the mirror, naked and smiling sexily, with my hard nipples poking through. 

"Holy shit," Matt breathed out lout. 

"Oh," I giggled, swiping safely away, "you weren't meant to see that." I glanced warily at the guy's bulging pants. Sure enough, I could tell he was huge and that aroused me slightly. 

"What game are you playing, Christine?" Matt breathed heavily, his hand rubbing my ass as I leaned over him, my breasts pressed against his chest. 

"Hm? What?" I laughed nonchalantly, tossing my blonde hair. 

"You wanna fuck or what?" he said bluntly and I smirked in distaste. I wasn't about to fuck just any guy and especially - this guy. Hell, I was a virgin. But Matt better not know that. 

"Maaaybe, but not if you're a bad boy," I teased, batting my eyelashes at him playfully. 

"Come on, babe, you're so sexy." He brought his hand to my face, guiding it towards his, but I pulled away in disgust. He held my wrist insistently. Suddenly, he was scaring me. 

"No. Let me go," I snapped. 

But he was holding me firmly now. "You ain't going anywhere." He pulled me close with his massive strength and reached for my ass. "I've wanted to fuck you since 8th grade," he said, the alcohol in his breath washing over me. He forced his mouth on mine. I tried screaming for help to Tray and Marie, but the fools were so into each other that I was doomed in the arms of this closet. 

We suddenly broke off. Alex was standing on the entrance of our VIP table, taller and broader than he seemed before, dressed in a black suit with a red tie. My breathing stopped, my heart jumped in my chest and my panties were flooded at the sight of him, so godly and perfect. I wondered how was it that every time I saw him I wanted to just jump him right there and then. He must've been wearing lenses this time, because he wasn't wearing his glasses, and his eyes were fixed intensely on Matt, who stared wildly back at him. "That's enough," Alex said, "take a walk." 

Matt was visibly furious for a moment, and I thought he was going to attack Alex, honestly. But to my utter surprise, he just rose from the couch and left. I could not fathom why he did as Alex told him at the time, but I didn't dwell on it for much longer. I was dying of embarrassment, having let Alex seen what he had seen. I felt so humiliated, ashamed! On the verge of tears, I too shot myself from the couch and rushed past Alex without looking at him; I headed to the bathroom. 

The bathrooms in this club were cleaner than I'd anticipated. There were grey tiles on the floor and black tiles on the walls, and it smelled of lavender. 

I looked in the mirror, my lip trembling, trying to hold my tears in. I was the school Queen, I wasn't supposed to be treated like that. Like a common whore. What I didn't realize at the time was that I had it coming. 

I wiped my eyes. I'd forgotten my purse on the table, so I had to go get it back. 

But once I walked out of the bathroom, someone pulled me to another door with such force that I didn't have the time to scream. The door slammed shut and locked and I was pinned against the wall, his strong arm around my throat. Alex's face had tightened in a vastly disapproving expression. "I know what you've been doing," he said between gritted teeth. He was intimidating, intense, overwhelming; his presence filled my world. "I saw you hitting on my friend Matt, how you hit on me at the same time. Even on the professor, you dumb whore? Marie told me you think of yourself some sort of Queen of the school, but I knew that had to be bullshit. No queen dresses like this." 

I don't know why, but his harsh words sent a rush through my pussy, flooding my panties again as he held me by the throat. But at that moment, I knew exactly what to say. "I did it for you," I whispered breathlessly, looking at him innocently, pouting my big lips as if I was hurt. I pressed my body onto his, loving the feeling of his tight muscles against my chest. "I did it all for you. So you would notice me. I want you," I whispered, looking right into his green eyes with profane lust. 

Alex did something I wasn't expecting: he laughed, briefly, but it was music to my ears. Everything about him was beautiful, captivating, and the force with which he held me against the wall made my juices run through my fishnet. "You want me?" he asked sincerely. There wasn't anything in his eyes to betray his lust, if he had any, and that unsettled me. At times I admire the level of self reservation this man had... not that he displayed any of it in the following moments. 

"I want you," I repeated, more hotly, feeling more submissive in my position against the wall. I reached for his pants, deciding to make him want me too, but he pushed my hand away and I moaned in disdain. 

"I feel obliged, then," he said, more with amusement in his voice rather than lust. He forcefully turned me around and pushed me against the wall. It felt so good to have his crotch against my butt, his tight chest against my back. I dropped my panties to the floor, letting the cool air of the bathroom go up my dress. His hand pulled the black dress up to my waist, revealing my bare, round ass and sneaked between my legs and shaven pussy; he rubbed expertly on my clit and smacked my ass at the same time and I moaned, "shit," unable to believe this was happening. My juices were running down my legs as I was pressed tightly against the wall; he smacked my ass hard again and I yelped. Before I got much into the rubbing and smacking, his hand went away and I cooed for him. 

"You know what happens to girls of your low class?" 

I looked at him sideways, biting down on my lip and shaking my head innocently no. 

"They get used. I'm gonna use you till you're sore, you dumb whore," he hissed, and to my surprise, I didn't mind his words - they made me wetter, probably because I begun to realize that I was a whore. No guy had ever dared talk to me like that before, but I wanted Alex to. I let him hastily raise my dress above my head and throw it aside on the bathroom floor; he freed my heavy breasts from my bra, tossing it aside. I glanced behind him and I was instantly hooked by the sight: he was removing the top of his black suit and placed it on the hunger. My eyes were attracted to the tattoo covering the right side of his upper chest: a Chinese dragon, roaring and spitting flames. The sight was wonderful, but I couldn't drink in it for long. He wasted no time in grabbing the base of my hair, turning me around so I was facing him and pulling me down to my knees. I grabbed the sides of his thighs and looked up expectantly at him, batting my eyelashes in the cute way I knew of. My perfect tits were exposed to his view; I was wearing nothing but the stilettos and the thigh-high fishnets, and I didn't give a flying fuck about kneeling on the dirty bathroom floor. 

He pulled down his pants, letting out his semi. He was naked in front of me. Instantly, my pussy pooled on the floor and my mouth watered at the beautiful sight of his dick. Long, thick as my wrist and straight, it was quickly getting hard. I hadn't done this before - suck off a guy, and the thought of letting any dicks near my mouth was disgusting, before I'd entered this bathroom. But for this guy, something sparked in me. The overwhelming desire to take his dick and balls into my mouth took over me. I wanted to please him, I wanted him to use me. My nipples hardened in the cool air of the bathroom at the thought of being used. 

"Do you know how many of the guys you've teased want to do what I'm doing to you now?" 

"Mhm," I moaned, surprising myself. 

"Hands behind your back," he ordered me and I obeyed. I must've looked so sexy, nude in front of him with my hands behind my back in a submissive position. I opened my mouth very wide and he slammed his thick dick in, pushing all the way to the back of my throat. I choked on it and tried to pull away, but he held me down. "Hold on, it's not even halfway in yet," he said harshly. I was shocked he wanted to get all of his dick in my mouth. 

When he pulled out, I managed to draw a quick breath, before he slammed back in. This time, I tried to relax my reflex. The fat cockhead slid into my throat after some resistance as he held my head down by my hair. My mouth was watering like never before. I loved it. It was tough to admit and realize it, but my body loved it. He pulled away then pushed my head against the wall, his dick entering my throat forcefully. My mouth was open so wide, the muscles of my face started to ache. He held me down and fucked my face, my earrings and necklace flying around wildly. He was making me gag and choke on my own saliva; drool came flying right off my mouth. Tears were running down my face from the effort to keep up breathing, ruining my make-up. "Close your lips around it," he ordered, and I obeyed again. My spit pooled in my mouth as he fucked it. The bathroom was full of these sexy, slurping sounds his dick made when it entered my mouth. I was desperate for a breath, but he was relentless. He fucked his dick into my mouth, even though I was choking on my saliva. 

I couldn't believe what was happening. The school queen was having her face fucked like a true whore. He pushed it all the way down my throat; I could barely take all of him. I tongued the base of his dick and looked up at him. His face was twisted with lust and he cursed when our eyes met. He pulled out and I rushed to take a breath; I was panting, the muscles of my face stretched out and aching, spit running from my mouth. He held my chin up so I was looking at him and I did my best to look sexy for him. 

He grinned wickedly. "Are you happy, Christie? Is this what you wanted?" 

"Yes, yes," I moaned, panting and he grunted. 

"Usually, I'd move on with it but you've got such a pretty face," he said. "Open your mouth." 

This time, he grabbed my jaw and held my head back. I opened wide for his thick cock, discovering I had missed the feeling of my mouth being full. He jammed into the back of my throat and I gagged, choking on my spit. I closed my lips around it, like he told me to, though it was harder to take a breath between assaults. He went really wild on fucking my face and I had to put my hands on his ass to control it a bit, but he didn't like that. He grabbed both of my arms and put them above my head, as if they were tied to the wall. I moaned with lust and a mouth full of cock. He kept fucking my face harshly, sending his dick down my throat with each thrust. 

He must've had enough by this point, because he pulled me up. I tried to kiss him, but he swirled me around, grabbing a handful of my blonde hair and leading me in front of the mirror. His mouth was close to my ear, his breath hot in my elegant neck. I looked at our reflection, breathless and sopping wet from the way he treated me; I was a naked wonder, even with screwed up make-up and he was a living god. I wanted to feel his hair, his beard in my hands and his lips into mine, but he would not let me. He had other things in mind, and I did not object. 

He reached for the soap container next to the mirror. He held me from the back of my neck, pushing me against the counter so I was slightly bent over it as he squirted some soap on his free hand and smeared into my ass crack, touching my flooded cunt generously with his palm, then moving farther up; it felt so good, having this living god rub my ass crack, but it was more the anticipation of what was coming that excited me. His hard, wet rod poked the underside of my legs, constantly reminding me.  

I was so wrong about what he had in mind. His middle finger slipped into my asshole and I gasped in shock, "oh god." His finger in there sent a chill up my spine. I looked at him in the mirror, hoping he would stop. The beautiful features of his face were drawn with passion and voracity as he looked at me like a wolf about to devour his prey. I bent my legs slightly, letting him tower over me; this was not how I imagined having sex. I always thought I would be the one in control. 

"Not there, Alex, take my pussy instead," I pleaded weakly. This wasn't the Christine Rousseau the school knew of. That Christine would have slapped the worthless male who had dared touch her in that way. 

"I heard what you said about anal," he said wickedly. My mind was racing, and I tried to figure out how he had heard me - his desk was on the other side of the classroom. The only logical thing that came to mind at the time was that he sneaked close to eavesdrop on our conversation. 

"What about it," I countered courtly, gathering my courage for a final defense with a finger in my ass. 

"That only sluts do it," he resumed, "well, isn't that just right for you? A teasing slut should get what she deserves." 

I was speechless as he shoved a second finger in there. I tried clenching the muscles of my anus, expelling his fingers, but once they were nearly out, they went back in again. It was a raw, unknown feeling that I hadn't experienced while masturbating normally. He smacked my ass, sending a jolt through my pussy; then he wrapped the same arm around my throat, pulling me close to his face. I arched my back and put one hand on my clit to rub it with fervor, for the feeling of his fingers in my ass was strangely wonderful, and the fact that it was forbidden made it all the more sexier. He pushed my legs aside, knuckling me deep with his fingers. God, he was so sexy. The thought of him using me in this way excited me, but the size of his cock daunted me a bit. 

My sphincter had loosened to his fingers, which now penetrated me more easily, thanks to the soap. I closed my eyes and moaned, rubbing my clit. He chuckled. "You're into this, aren't you?" he murmured in my ear, and before I could stop myself, I cooed mhm. I couldn't fucking believe myself. I wouldn't be doing these atrocities, if I was with another man. But I was forced to accept him, and his fingers, because he was right: I was into it. Yesterday, I laughed from my throne at the trashy sluts who did anal, yet here I was, reduced to the very thing I was making fun of. 

It felt so good, so right. My lover was radiating a raw animalism that bent me on its own over the counter and made me moan like a needy slut. He kept his fingering up as he greased his dick with soap. I felt a sting of fear. There was no way that could fit in my virgin asshole. I tried to push him off, but he was too strong. "Relax," he whispered into my ear, now rubbing my clit. I felt his rock hard dick pressing against my tight asshole. Adrenaline rushed through me and I looked in the mirror, at the sexy god who had pinned me down and was forcing himself inside me. Soap wasn't the best lube, and the container didn't have nearly enough, but did I know better at this time? 

The head slipped in and I screamed. It was weird and painful, my anus being stretched like that, and I would not have put up with it if was like that for the whole duration. But the guy knew what he was doing. He held it there for a few minutes, waiting patiently for me to adjust. My teeth were grit from the pain. I rubbed my pussy, and that did alleviate some of the pain. "Shit, you're tight," he breathed heavily. After waiting a bit, he began pulling out slightly and it suddenly felt good, as the next moment he pushed more of his dick in. Again, he pulled out, and pushed firmly but gently. He was halfway in when he pulled all the way out; the head popped out, only to push and slip back in. My pussy gushed involuntarily. The intrusion felt raw, amazing. The pace was slow like that, in and out, until his thick cock was buried to the hilt inside my asshole, filling it up. 

"I feel so full," I moaned to him. This was not how I envisioned sex, but then again, I had never been impaled anally by a thick rod. It was lodged up there, and I discovered my submissive side wanted it there. That's where it belonged, deep inside my ass. 

"You took it like a champ," he breathed jokingly and rewarded me with a smack, which sent a jolt through my pussy. He grabbed my boob and played with its hard nipple; goosebumps ran through my body at his touch, so soft yet rough at the same time and electric. I looked in the mirror now. The blonde school queen was getting what she deserved, a thick cock up her ass, degrading to a common slut. 

My legs were open in front of the mirror and I could clearly see his fat dick invading and stretching my asshole instead of my pussy, and that turned me on all the more. It was in the wrong place, yet it felt so right, and it looked so beautiful. "You like it?" he asked me, as if he knew of my thoughts, and I could hear his smile. 

I whispered, "just fuck it, please..." He suddenly grabbed my hair and bent me over the counter, looking at me intensely. 

"Fuck what?" 

"Fuck my ass," I screamed in lust. 

"Beg for it." 

"Please," I looked at him sideways, our faces very close; it seemed like I was on the verge of tears, hurt from his assault and vulnerable to his overwhelming domination. "Please, fuck my ass." He began sliding out and I tightened the muscles of my anus, as if to shit him out. That intensified the pleasure. All pain had subsided, my sphincter wasn't even there. He pulled all the way out and slammed back in, picking up his speed as he went. I cried as he began pounding roughly into me, pushing me against the counter, burying his cock deeply inside me, pushing me from my shoulder back to him to keep his thrusts precise. He raised my foot on the counter and kept fucking me like that, now pulling me back from my boob and my hair, and I loved it, I loved the sodomy and I loved every second of the roughness. 

"Take my ass," I screamed, "take it, it's all yours, take it ..." I turned my head, my mouth half open as I moaned with lust like a slut; our eyes met, our faces close; I remember he was grinning wolfishly, sort of. He buried himself deep and then it happened for the first time: we kissed. His tongue was hard and hot on mine. I moaned in his mouth. We kissed passionately as he pounded relentlessly at my poor backdoor. It was the hottest kiss of my life. 

Breaking off the kiss, he grabbed my throat and raised my head up so I was looking at the ceiling, and with the other hand he put pressure on the low of my arched back, pinning me down and fucking my brains out. I'm pretty sure I was screaming and muttering unintelligible things at this point. I probably declared my love for his cock, because I did love it. It felt perfect, filling me up, sliding in and out. 




The Fox and the Wolf



He pushed all the way in, holding me down tightly by my arms, my breasts pressed together. His rapacious fingers found my clit, rubbed it for a bit then slid into my pussy; he found my spots quickly, as if he was made to do this exact motion. It was heavenly, and a mind-blowing orgasm came washing over me. He never stopped thrusting deep into my ass as my pussy imploded and my anus clenched and widened around his cock, waves of pleasure rocking my body. I was screaming with wild abandon and removed my foot from the counter, feeling a sudden soreness in my nether regions that followed my orgasm. It had never occurred to me one could cum from anal, or that it could feel that good for that matter. 

Alex was true to his word. He would fuck me till I was sore. After I'd cum, he dragged me away from the mirror and set me against the wall, his dick never leaving my poor ass. I could feel my outstretched asshole was beginning to get sandburnt, all swollen and aching, but I never wanted him to stop, feeling that familiar tingle of the rising orgasm in my pussy. "Don't you stop," I pleaded. Now that I was up against the wall, my body took the whole brunt of his mighty thrusting. I bucked my ass back to him and he spanked me harshly, leaving red marks on my beautiful ass. It'd hurt to sit down the next day. I felt his breathing intensify and his dick tighten inside me. Somehow, I knew he was about to cum, and too late I realized what that entailed, but at that point I didn't care. 

He grasped my hips strongly, buried himself as deep as he could go and let fly with a grunt. "Fuck, Christie." My insides were flooded with hot cum, something I thought I'd never let a guy do. But it felt so damn good, and I exploded in another orgasm and a scream. He kept up, grunting and filling me up, thrusting a couple more times. Once he slid out of my swollen asshole, cum leaked off of it. I felt empty, even though my asshole was full of cum. We were both panting and sweating by the end of it. 

I felt like I was going to pass out. The world was spinning, and I was in tears. I hated myself. Cum leaking from my asshole, I picked up my bra and put on my dress as quickly as I could, avoiding his eyes and sobbing quietly so he wouldn't hear me. I glimpsed him cleaning off his dick from the bits of shit and blood in the sink, before I rushed out, forgetting to clean myself. I didn't find my panties - they must've been lost somewhere, but I didn't care. I just wanted to run at that point. 

Every step in my stilettos was a painful one. My asshole had been fucked so thoroughly that I had to sway my ass right and left to accommodate for the pain. I tried clenching it to minimize the leakage, but that made it hurt so bad that I whimpered. I was red faced, in tears, drenched in my shame. How would I ever face Alex again? Let alone spend a whole year in the desks besides him! 

As I headed for the exit, a hand grabbed my wrist, stopping me. For a moment, I thought it was him. But no, it was Matt, the last person I wanted to see right now... well, almost. He was grinning foolishly. "Why are you walking like that, Christie?" 

"Fuck off," I yelled, wrenching my wrist free with a kind of strength that I didn't know I had. I kept waddling to the exit and I heard him burst into drunken laughter. Hot tears were running down my face when I ran outside to the cold air. There was not one soul outside. I hurried along the sidewalk, away from the loud music of the club, when I tripped on my stiletto. The fall sent a jolt of pain in my ass and I screamed in disdain. Getting back up would hurt me, I knew, so I instead sat on the ground, wrapping my arms around my knees in uncomfortable position in which my swollen asshole stung and my pussy ached. I sobbed, my eyes teary. I felt the cum leak out, pooling on my black dress. The fabric would be ruined come morning. 

I don't know how long I stayed there, in the cold parking lot. It seemed like forever. But I couldn't go anywhere. I needed a phone to call my father to come pick me up, but my phone was in my purse, which I had forgotten inside the club. I dreaded the thought of going back inside. It wouldn't do if everyone saw me swaying ridiculously like that. And I couldn't just walk away either. 

Lost in my thoughts as I was, I gasped, startled when something landed next to me. It was my purse. I looked behind me; he was standing tall, half his face plunged in shadow. The other half showed a perplexed, but calm look, but instantly, I knew that he understood. "Are you alright?" he asked me, not unkindly. I was taken aback by his sudden gentleness. 

"I'm..." Fine, I tried to say. But it wouldn't come out. My bottom lip trembled from my tears. 

"Do you want me to sit beside you?" he asked me and I shook my head. 

"No." I did not mean it, and for a moment, I thought he could tell. And he forgave me for it. 

Alex nodded understandingly and turned to leave. "Wait," I urged him, tears welling in my eyes. "... Alex?" I whimpered, breathless. "... help me, please," I uttered quietly, weeping. I didn't know what was up with me. I didn't usually say "please", to anyone but my daddy. 

His approach was fast. He offered me his hand, which I took, and in one motion, he lifted me in his arms. My ass didn't hurt as much in this position, I found, which was a blessing. He started walking... somewhere. "Where are we going?" I dared ask. I shivered in the cold, so I snuggled my head up his chest. 

"Where do you want to go?" he asked me, his gaze somewhere off. 

"Somewhere... not here," I said and chuckled bitterly. My weeping had stopped; he was smiling gently at me. I leaned my head back on his arm, looking at him dreamily. I ran my hand through his spiky hair for the first time and loved it. He looked back at me with his intense, green eyes and a slightly troubled look on his face. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" he stated. 

"Technically," I muttered wearily. I was beginning to doze off. 

I heard a beep. The door of a car opened and I was placed right onto the leather seat. It looked like an expensive car. The moment my ass touched down, I regretted it. He shut my door; I barely noticed, my eyes closing from fatigue. That was it for me, I was all spent. 

But the man on the seat next to me was full of surprises. My eyes caught an open notebook on the dashboard of Alex's car - the same notebook he had in class. A very familiar figure was drawn skillfully with pencil on the first page. I blinked a few times, unsure if it was just my imagination, but through my weariness, I saw it clearly. It was a portrait of me, smiling.