Mag-log inMia hesitated only a second before leaning forward. She took the head into her mouth, tasting the salty precum. It was her first time doing this willingly. She bobbed her head, taking more of him, hand stroking the base. Jack groaned, guiding her gently at first, then deeper. She gagged slightly but pushed on, saliva dripping down her chin as she sucked him sloppily. “Fuck yes, just like that,” he praised, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. After a few minutes, he pulled out with a wet pop. “I need to fuck you now.” He positioned her on the couch, on her back with legs spread wide. He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her slick folds, teasing her clit. Then he pushed in. Mia gasped at the stretch. It burned a little…her first time….but the fullness felt incredible. Inch by inch, he sank deeper until he was buried to the hilt. “Shit, you’re tight,” he grunted. He held still for a moment, letting her adjust, then started moving. Slow, deep thrusts at first. The
Mia had always wanted to become a slut but she pretended to be her mother's good girl. That Evening, Mia’s phone screen glowed in the dim light of her bedroom. She opened the message from Julian, her boyfriend of nearly two years. She smiled and unlocked the notification. The words hit hard and fast. “Shit Mia. I can’t anymore. I just can’t stay with you anymore since you can’t give me sex. I quit.” Attached was a photo: Julian receiving a blowjob from Jess, Mia’s best friend. The image was clear, unmistakable. Mia’s eyes widened in shock. She tossed the phone onto the bed, her chest tightening. “Fuck. I hate you, Julian,” she groaned. Julian had been her first love, her first kiss, her first everything—except sex. They had fought about it repeatedly, always patching things up somehow. This time, he had ended it for good. And Jess, the same friend who constantly urged her to wait until marriage, had betrayed her in the worst way. Mia sobbed quietly for a few minutes, tears s
Lia wore the shortest skirt she owned and a tight black top with no bra, nipples hard against the fabric and no panties. The black SUV flashed its lights. She climbed in. Ethan was in the driver’s seat, Jax riding shotgun. “Look at this eager little cumrag,” Jax laughed, reaching back to shove two thick fingers straight into her soaked hole without warning. “Already fucking dripping. You been clenching that nerd cunt all day thinking about getting wrecked again?” Lia moaned shamelessly, spreading her legs wider. “Yes… I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” Ethan smirked in the rearview mirror. “Tonight we’re breaking you completely, whore. Two cocks are gonna ruin every hole until you can’t even walk straight.” They drove to the old equipment storage room behind the arena. The second the door slammed shut and locked, they were on her like animals. Ethan ripped her top off, grabbed her tits hard and slapped them. “These fat tits are made for abuse.” Jax yanked her s
Lia’s legs were still trembling as she slipped out of the restroom and hurried back to her last class. Ethan’s cum continued to leak down her inner thighs, soaking her ruined panties. Every step made her hyper-aware of the soreness between her legs and the filthy secret she now carried. She kept her head down, glasses slightly askew, cheeks burning. No one could possibly know… right? But she knew. And she couldn’t stop replaying it. Her pussy clenched at the memory, sending another trickle of his seed down her skin. After her final lecture, she didn’t go back to her dorm. Instead, she headed toward the hockey arena like he’d commanded. The sun was already dipping low, casting long shadows across campus. Her heart raced as she approached the players’ entrance. A few teammates were leaving, laughing and shoving each other, but Ethan was nowhere in sight. She waited, biting her lip, until her phone buzzed. Ethan: Locker room. Her stomach flipped. She found the side entrance
Lia adjusted her thick black-rimmed glasses as she hurried down the nearly empty hallway of Westridge University. At twenty-one, she was still the classic nerd. Her pleated skirt brushed against her thighs, modest and knee-length, while her crisp white blouse was buttoned all the way up. She clutched her books to her chest like a shield. She had always been invisible to him. Ethan Kane, the hockey captain. He's Tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair that always looked like he’d just come off the ice, piercing green eyes, and a reputation for leaving a trail of broken hearts and soaked panties behind him. Lia had crushed on him since freshman orientation. She’d watched him from afar during games, imagining those strong hands on her body, that cocky smirk directed at her. And in her darkest, most private fantasies, she imagined him fucking her senseless until her legs gave out. Her bladder protested, forcing her toward the secluded restroom at the end of the old arts wing.







