Bryan Andrews
My childhood memories flashed in my mind. Erica howling with laughter has she called me FFB, a acronym for Fat freekle boy, Erica emptying a jar full of insects into my pants. A shudder coursed through me as I remembered the unbearable pain I faced, years ago she had played havoc with my life. I spent one and the half months in the hospital, I have accepted the fact that I was going to live with the consequences of that havoc forever.
Seeing her in class today only brought back the memories I have tried so much to forget. When my dad mentioned the business partnership with her dad, I knew I will be seeing much of her. I scoffed loudly as I sat on my bed. I was quite in school today which was unusual.
I am the King of Beverly Dale high school, and I've been labelled a casanova by everyone in school. I don't like girls, but I love fucking them. I like pounding into their pussy and hearing them scream as I pleasure them. There is a rumour that I have fucked seventy percent of the girls in school, and I think it's partially true. I am the type of guy every girls wants on their bed and whenever they throw themselves at me, I don't hesitate in fucking their brains out.
"Bryan!" I heard my mum call out, the door to my room opened and she stepped in.
"Hi honey," she whispered, coming closer to me.
"Mum," I whispered back. She hugged me and began to caress my back. I sucked in a breath and began to breathe through my mouth.
"It is okay honey." She said calmly, I know she was bothered about me when she realized Erica will be attending Beverly Dale high school. When my mum found out about me being a victim of bullying, she has been overprotective of me since then. But I never told her Erica was the one who put the insects into my pants, though she later found out Erica was part of my bullies
The case of the insects was an extreme one. The insects had done enough damage to my genitals before they found them and got rid of them. Maybe if I hadn't fainted, I would have been able to point them out early. I sighed heavily as I basked in the warmth of my mum's hug.
"Princeton college has a spot for you. You will be joining Tiffany once you you finish your final papers." My mum whispered.
I regret it, how I wish I could turn back the hands of time. Maybe I would be in Princeton with Tiffany, my twin sister.
I won't just let Erica go Scot free. I'm going to pay her back by making her life miserable. I won't let her be until she knows how being bullied feels. I'm going to make sure I ruin her completely, her heart is going to be shattered and irreparable. This is the best time to have my revenge.
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Uncle Xander, Erica's father was in our house for dinner with my parents. Erica was also here with her father, but I didn't make an effort to step out of my room. Mirabel, one of the barbies in school was here in my room begging for my dick as usual. I had no intention of giving her what she wants, but I know Erica might find her way into my room. It will be nice to give her a hot show.
"Fuck me Bryan," She begged desperately.
"I want you, give it to me please." She growled out, eyeing my dick.
"Strip!" I commanded, watching her carefully.
She obeyed immediately, her top went off first and I realized she wasn't wearing a bra, neither was she wearing a panties. Merely looking at her voluptuous breast made me rock hard, I would have loved to have a taste of juicy nipples, but I don't do foreplay with sluts like her.
She moved closer to where I was sitting on the bed and brought her breast closer to my face. I pinched her nipples and she moaned loudly. She tried to kiss me, but I turned my face away.
"Don't touch me," I growled out, the slut knows the rules about no touching, I'm the only one allowed to touch. I pushed her away and stood up, stripping myself out of my clothes.
The look on her face made me smirk. Her eyes were glued to my huge dick.
"You are always looking shocked whenever you see this little man." I mocked.
"But there is nothing little about it, can I give you a blowjob?" She asked, licking her lips.
"No, not today." I replied.
I grabbed her by the waist and led her to the bed. I rolled over, until she was straddling me.
"I want you to sit on my dick." I commanded. She gave me a quick nod and did exactly like I said, she squatted and sat on the tip of my head, as if she was scared to take in my full length.
I held on to her hips and made her receive my full length. She began to ride me with frantic abandon, I didn't move. I let her move for me. Her face has this dreamy look as she rocked against me. I could feel her inner walls spasm around my cock.
"Haa.... Yes..." She moaned loudly.
The door to my room opened and she stepped in. I smirked as I saw the shock written on her face. Erica McKenzie. She once told me I was going to die without love. I was expecting her to run out of the room. But she remained glued to the floor, watching Mirabel ride me like a horse.
Our eyes met and I held her gaze. I flipped Mirabel to her back, making sure I was still facing Erica. I positioned myself between Mirabel's legs, I raised one of her legs up so my cock could find her entrance. I pushed in an inch, without taking my eyes off Erica. Then I pushed in all the way. Mirabel sucked in air as she moaned loudly.
Erica's eyes widened, she looked dazed as she watched me. I began to buck inside Mirabel, imagining I was fucking Erica. Mirabel's cry made me thrust faster. Erica's eyes were still on me as I kept fucking Mirabel. Suddenly, Erica ran out of my room. I realized one thing, I need to fuck Erica as soon as possible.
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The moonlight spilled through the half-drawn curtains, casting silver lines across Erica’s bedroom floor. She sat curled up on the edge of her bed, the quiet ticking of the clock behind her growing louder with every passing second.She hadn’t seen Bryan since that strange dinner with Elmer the woman whose presence still lingered like unwanted perfume. He hadn’t knocked on her door. He hadn’t sent her a message. And that silence screamed louder than anything else.Until now.A soft knock echoed.Her heart stopped. “Come in,” she whispered, barely trusting her voice.The door creaked open and Bryan stepped in, his hands buried deep in his hoodie pockets, his expression unreadable.Erica stood. “I wasn’t sure if you were ever going to speak to me again.”He didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he slowly shut the door behind him, locking them into that quiet little universe of theirs, one where past pain and present tension lived in uneasy harmony.“I thought about not coming,” he said. “I
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, watching the girl on the other side of the glass. Her eyes looked hollow. Her skin had lost its usual glow. She looked... scared. No, haunted. Like someone who knew a truth too heavy for her heart to carry.What are you doing, Erica? I asked myself silently.I splashed water on my face, hoping it would wash away the dizziness clinging to me since morning. It didn’t. The nausea still lingered, curling deep in my stomach like a warning I didn’t want to understand.I walked back to my bed and collapsed onto it. My phone buzzed. A message. I grabbed it half-heartedly and glanced at the screen.Tiffany Andrews: Hey, Erica. I’ll be back in Beverly Dale this weekend. Let’s talk when I get in?My heart skipped. Tiffany? We hadn’t talked since I moved in. And now, all of a sudden, she wanted to talk? My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but I didn’t reply. Not yet.Something about the timing unsettled me. Ever since Elmer came into the picture, everyth
I slouched my shoulders as I walked down the hallway of the school, Bryan left the house before. It's not like I am bothered but I just couldn't help the feeling that there was something off about it.I could feel eyes on me as I walked, I immediately turned to the girls bathroom, luckily it was empty. I took a deep breath, trying to relax, suddenly the door opened and slammed shut, I turned around to face Bruno, Malik and Adam, Bryan's friend."What do you guys want?" I whispered as fear washed over me."Who is taking her first?" Malik asked."I'm going first," Bruno replied as he began to unzip his trouser.My eyes widened as I realized what was about to open, I began to look around for an object I could use to defend myself but I couldn't find anything."Don't come any closer!" I yelled at Adam.I couldn't fight the three of them, three against one isn't a good idea."Get the camera ready," Bruno commanded, strong arms grabbed me and began to pull at my clothes, I get hit for as m
EricaI couldn't believe what I was seeing. Elmer, the woman who had been flirting with Bryan all evening, was now sitting on his bed, laughing and chatting with him like they were old friends. I felt a surge of jealousy and possessiveness, which I tried to push down. After all, Bryan and I weren't exclusive, and I had no right to claim him.But as I watched them together, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Elmer seemed to be getting too close, too comfortable. And Bryan, usually so attentive and focused on me, was barely acknowledging my presence."Hey, Erica," he said, finally noticing me standing there. "What's up?""I was just... wondering if I could talk to you for a minute," I replied, trying to sound casual.Bryan raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Sure, what's on your mind?"I hesitated, unsure of how to phrase my concerns. "It's just... Elmer. I don't like her being here, around you."Bryan chuckled. "Oh, Erica. You're not jealous, are you?"I felt a flush rise to my che
I picked up my phone and went through my facebuok page. A lot of people have answered my question, that's if two persons counts as lot of people.Me: Why do people cry during sex. Ladies I mean.Emperor: Obviously, because they're enjoying the fuck. Do you want me to fuck you?Drlove: It's actually not that unusual for people to cry during sex. This can be due to a variety of reasons, including emotional and physical factors. Emotional reasons might include feeling overwhelmed by intense feelings of love or intimacy, feeling vulnerable, or feeling self-conscious about one's body or performance. Physical factors might include pain, discomfort, or fatigue. In some cases, crying during sex can be a sign of a deeper underlying issue, such as past trauma or mental health problems. Ultimately, crying during sex is not always a negative thing, and it's important to be sensitive to one's partner's feelings in these situations.Emperor: She didn't ask for an essay dude. You had better ignore D
Erica's body was alive with sensation as I explored her with my hands and mouth. The heat between us grew, and soon we were fully engaged in the moment, giving in to our primal urges. As we moved together, I felt a sense of surrender, letting go of all my inhibitions and just enjoying the feeling of touching her skin, the hardened nipples.It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I was surprised at how much I wanted her. It was more than just physical attraction; it was a deep connection that went beyond words. We moved together, our bodies becoming one, I felt a sense of completeness that I had never known before.As we lay together, spent and satisfied, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that what we had shared was something special, something that went beyond just a physical connection. But at the same time, I knew that there were still many questions that needed to be answered.As I lay there, with Erica snuggled up against my chest, I wondered what the fut