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Sexual Adventures in Beacon Hills	By : TheChemist Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 18746 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Title: Sexual Adventures in Beacon Hills Part 10
Show: Teen Wolf
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Allison / Scott, Lydia / Stiles
Codes: MF, Oral, Outdoors, Public
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I don't own or have anything to do with Teen Wolf, especially the characters Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Stiles, Coach Finstock, Jackson, Derek Hale and Allison Argent
Summary: Night of the school’s Formal. Stiles somehow gets a date with Lydia, and he makes the most of his opportunity. Having been banned from Formal, Scott sneaks in. When Coach Finstock spots him, Allison helps him escape, and the pair make the most of their time together.

The night of the school’s Formal dance had finally arrived, and yet no one was going with who they thought. After making up and being back together, Allison Argent still wasn’t going to the dance with her boyfriend. Scott McCall was a terrible student, and the price for currently failing multiple classes was not being allowed to the Formal dance. Instead, Allison was going with Jackson Whittemore of all people. Though not her choice, Scott wanted Jackson to protect his girlfriend from the Alpha werewolf, also known as Derek Hale’s uncle Peter.
Meanwhile, Lydia Martin would prefer to have gone with Jackson, but after he dumped her via text, that wasn’t happening. Her next choice was muscle-bound senior, but Allison called in her I.O.U. after Lydia had fucked her then ex-boyfriend at school. As payment, Lydia agreed to Allison’s request and was now stepping out of a beaten up blue Jeep on the arm of Stiles Stilinski of all people.
“You look nice,” Stiles tried to initiate a conversation with his date.
“I know,” Lydia replied without looking over at him.
Nice was the least of what she looked like. While Lydia was well aware that she was the hottest girl in Beacon Hills High School, when most men, or women for that matter, saw her, usually nice wasn’t what came to mind. Tonight, she was dressed in a strapless light pink dress that showed off a healthy amount of her large breasts. It was also tapered and short enough to show off her fantastic bubbly ass, as well as her toned legs which were made to look even sexier in the black high heels and matching stockings.
Sitting at a table and watching every other couple out on the dance floor, Stiles summoned up his courage. “You wanna dance?”
Lydia, who had been zoned out, turned her gaze onto her goofy-looking date. “Pass.”
Despite not exactly being one of the cool kids, Stiles was actually quite good looking. Sure, he wasn’t traditionally handsome like the square-jawed Jackson, but he had a lot of positives going for him. His only problem was that he was punching well above his weight when it came to the very self-confident redhead. However, he was here at a Formal dance with the stunning girl and he wasn’t going to blow his chance.
“You know what? Let me try that again. Lydia - get off your cute little ass and dance with me now,” Stiles said, having risen to his feet in order to peer down at her.
Now he had her full attention. Staring at him with those piercing green eyes, Lydia replied. “Interesting tactic. I'm gonna stick with no.”
“Lydia, get up - okay? You're gonna dance with me. I don't care that you had sex with my best friend for some weird power thing, Lydia, I've had a crush on you since the third grade. And I know that somewhere inside that cold, lifeless exterior there's an actual human soul. And I'm also pretty sure that I'm the only one who knows how smart you really are. Uh - huh. And that once you're done pretending to be a nitwit - you'll eventually go off and write some insane mathematical theorem that wins you the Nobel Prize,” Stiles monologed.
“A Fields Medal,” Lydia replied with a sheepish expression. Seeing the confused look on his face, she gave more context. “Nobel doesn't have a prize for mathematics. The Fields Medal is the one I'll be winning.”
Before Stiles could say anything else, Lydia rose from her chair and stepped around the table. As she walked by the tall boy, she captured his hand in hers and led him out to the dance floor. She had no doubt that the boy was doing something childish like pumping his fist in victory, but Lydia didn’t care. This goofy boy had made her feel special, and not many people ever had. This entitled him to a dance…and more.
“That’s my guy,” Scott said to himself, watching from his hiding spot on the bleachers as his best friend started to dance with his long-time crush.
However, in order to get a better vantage point of Stiles and Lydia, the teen wolf had to expose himself a little more than he should have from his hiding spot. The problem was that he shouldn’t have been at the dance at all, and the coach of the lacrosse team was actively searching for him. Sadly for both Scott and Allison, Coach Finstock spotted him.
“McCall! I see you! Come here, buddy. Come here,” Finstock shouted.
“Shit!” Scott swore before launching himself into motion.
Allison heard the commotion and tracked the sound. Sure enough, she found a frantic looking Coach Finstock yelling and chasing a handsome teenage boy in a suit. Seeing the direction that Scott was being flushed towards, Allison set off from her table and made to intercept the flustered teen wolf.
“McCall! It's a small gym, buddy. I'm gonna find you,” the coach continued to shout as he gave chase.
“Psst…Scott,” Allison called to him from the exit of the gym. “This way!”
Scott listened to her without hesitation, slipping from the gym and into the hallway. Scott was happy that she grabbed his hand and started leading him. Searching the hallway, she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye and went for it. Scott thought they were going to continue to flee, but instead his beautiful girlfriend was dragging him into an electrical closet.
Before Scott could open his mouth again, Allison silenced him with a finger placed against his lips. He luckily abided right in time for Coach Finstock to walk right by them. They were able to observe the action out in the hall through several thin slats in the door, perfectly at eye level.
“That was close,” Scott whispered as the coach started to wander off.
“Luckily Finstock isn’t very bright because we're in the maintenance closet, which is the most cliche hiding spot imaginable," Allison critiqued.
Scott didn't know if it was the close quarters after only getting to observe her from afar all night, or the fact they so recently got back together or the adrenaline. He couldn't control himself as he placed hands on the side of her head and pulled her in for a passionate kiss.
Allison wanted to moan into his mouth but instead crammed her tongue into it. It was quieter that way and just as erotic for her. She didn't know why after so long Scott was finally kissing her but she didn't care. This felt right and proper and she'd be damned if she was the one who stopped it.
"You kissed me," the leggy girl stated as he pulled back from the makeout session. “This means we are officially back together?”
"I did and we are,” he grinned. “How was the kiss?”
"Felt rushed," Allison replied, her eyes shifting to the figures constantly walking by their hiding location.
However, instead of it being Finstock or any other teacher, it was just regular students popping out to the hallway for some air or to find the washroom. After another minute, no one remained outside the door and for now, the search for Scott must have ended.
"Well...you know...no one saw us come in here. So we kinda have all the privacy in the world," Allison said, making sure she was looking up into his eyes.
"Let me show you how excited I am that we’re back together," Scott smiled as he poured on the charm.
Scott met her large brown eyes then snaked his arm around her, placing his hand on her back and pulling her towards him. Her firm, perky tits became pressed against the hard muscles of his abs, made enhanced from the wolf bite months ago, as his other hand was placed on her chin, turning it upwards.
Allison felt her heart threatening to beat completely out of her chest with the sensual touching and close contact they were sharing. The second he leaned his head down and softly kissed her on the lips again was everything she wanted since they broke up. And now that they were back together, she could fully embrace him once more.
"Mmmm," Allison purred after he broke the kiss.
Allison was practically like a fountain between her legs as Scott backed her up the extra foot of space they had in the tight closet and kissed her again. This time there was more passion than softness as they hungrily made out with each other, tongues massaging one another in the space created between their lips.
"Isn't making out in the maintenance closet also cliche," the leggy girl asked, throwing his argument from earlier back in his smug face. “Especially at a school dance?”
"I'll allow it," Scott replied before silencing her with a tongue in her mouth.
As the leggy girl was essentially puddy in his hands for him to shape and use as he wished, he let the hand that was on her back trail down the curve of her spine until it rested nicely on her pleasantly plump ass.
"I missed this cute little butt," he couldn't help but comment as he squeezed the plump cheek.
The teen wolf wasn’t wrong in his assessment of Allison Argent’s booty. Though not as thick as Lydia’s, Allison had a booty that was surprisingly bubbly for a girl as slender and tall as she was. And feeling it once again after their break up made him realize that he never wanted to stop squeezing it. Ever.
When the leggy girl didn't have any objections to his kneading of her lovely backside, Scott smiled inwardly while they continued to kiss. He allowed her to get used to this for a few moments before moving his free hand down from her truly beautiful face until he was pawing one of her small yet perky boobs through her silver Formal dress.
Allison had many impressive features, her large eyes, stunning good looks, curvy body and porcelain white skin, however, when describing or even thinking about Allison Argent, a sneaky feature that was constantly overlooked was her rack. They weren't large, but they fit her small frame perfectly. They were firm, perfectly round and capped with a pink nipple that Scott enjoyed sucking one in the past. And now the teen wolf was finally groping them once more.
"Scott, wait," Allison said.
Scott noted that though her words were saying one thing, her body was not backing her up. She made no move to push away either of his hands from her amazing body. He could somewhat see her reluctance, given they were at school with teachers likely still searching for Scott.
"What's the matter," he asked, nuzzling his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck.
"Mmhmm...awhh," Allison moaned before pushing his head closer against her.
Knowing she was hooked, Scott slid the hand kneading her bubbly ass down her long, lean leg. Reaching the bottom of her dress, he lifted her smooth leg up, resting it softly on the door handle so as to not make any noise. His fingers gently caressed their way upwards along the soft flesh of her thigh, pushing her silver Formal dress up her leg as well.
"What about everyone outside," Allison questioned.
Scott's hand was now at her panties and he could feel the warmth radiating from her sex. He was so close to closing the deal, he knew all he had to do was get the faintest of touches on her pussy and she would be his.
"Finstock is back in the dance and stopped looking for me," Scott reassured her, having used his super hearing ability. "So stop worrying about them and let's have some fun."
With those final words the muscular boy extended his fingers and stroked her twat through her panties. Much like he had hoped, Scott discovered that they were dripping wet from excitement, being turned on so much by their close proximity and some quick kissing. It probably helped that they had only been 'friends' lately, not sexual at all so the anticipation from that aided their electric chemistry.
"Uh huh...okay," Allison replied, moaning at his touch.
"Thought you'd see it my way," the high school boy said sensually.
With Finstock unlikely to drop the search for him altogether, Scott understood time was of the essence. It was unfortunate as he would have preferred to go slow and take his time with her after so long apart, but that wasn’t on the cards right now. Pushing the pace he slipped a finger under the band of her underwear, and noted how Allison squirmed in order to allow him better access.
The leggy girl had had sex many times in the past month or two, first with Scott and later with Jackson, but never in such a public place. Sure, with Jackson it had been in an alleyway, but it was dark and no one remotely nearby. Plus their was some vague memory of sex in the woods, but she thought that might have been a dream instead. That alone had her mind being overloaded with the thought of getting caught at any moment. All her sexual zones were being stimulated by the werewolf as well, feeling tingly under Scott's touch. Even more, what really fired her up was the feeling of his pants-covered hard-on pressing against her taut stomach.
"Oh God," she moaned.
It was in direct response to Scott working his finger under her panties, dragging his digit through her folds. Allison purred like a content kitten while his mouth worked over her collarbone while his fingertip dipped into her honey pot she called a pussy. It was so wet and warm, and though he'd be entering it shortly with his sex organ, he couldn't help but pine for that time to come.
Scott put his mouth around hers to stop everyone in the hallway and nearby vicinity from hearing her increasingly noisy groans of pleasure. He also was required to hold her up as her legs turned to jelly, made easier with his enhanced strength. However, it allowed him to place both hands on her adorable ass so he pulled his finger from inside the panties and hooked them all in the waistband. He slid them down her meaty legs and over her shoe of her foot on the door handle to free them, allowing them to fall around the ankle of her standing leg.
"You're sure we're fine in here," she asked, holding his wrist as he brought it closer to her crotch again.
"100% Allison," he replied before flashing her his most reassuring grin. "Trust me."
Instantly the grip on his arm loosened, allowing him to move closer before easing his finger into her once again. This time he pushed in all the way, completely sinking his digit as deep into her pussy as possible. He had no idea if she’d had sex since their break-up, but Allison was so insanely tight as her wet folds hugged him oh so tightly.
As she moaned into his mouth as he worked his finger in and out of her twat, Scott used his free hand to undo his belt. Though this was his first time hooking up in such tight quarters he was deftly able to undo the belt, pants and zippers with only his weaker left hand, followed by pushing his boxer briefs down his long legs.
"Mhmm...This is amazing...Oh," Allison moaned, surprised when she brushed her hand along his exposed dick.
Without thought, the intelligent girl closed her hand around his shaft and began to stroke his length. Allison had been lost in the realm of pleasure that was being caused by Scott's lengthy finger sawing into her snatch that she was subconsciously giving the taller man a very good handjob, including tugging lightly on his nuts with her other hand.
Scott took a quick look outside, saw it was fairly deserted so decided now was the time to take the plunge. He continued fingering her neatly trimmed pussy as he moved his stroked cock lower, under her dress. She lost contact with his balls but he could live with that as his tool was closing in on her sex. Scott kissed his way back up her neck before placing his lips on her mouth, prepared to catch the inevitable scream when he penetrated her for the first time.
"Fuck me Scott," Allison groaned after feeling his bulbous tip rub along her slit.
Allison was feeling a vast array of emotions, and she figured nervousness would be at the forefront since they were about to have sex so publicly. However, she was pleased to know she was wrong. Being incorrect wasn't a common occurrence for Allison Argent, but with Scott cock ready to penetrate her she was more than able to move on from it. Her overriding emotion was excitement, followed by lust.
"I need to be inside you right now," Scott told her before kissing her again.
Allison suppressed a squeal of happiness as the man she longed for told her that he couldn't wait any longer to have sex with her. She kissed him back even harder to let him know that she was ready for him then she felt the head of his penis rummage through her slit before he lined up with her hole.
Now in position, Scott wasn't going to wait any longer. He started to push forwards by extending his hips out while beginning to stand up from his squat position. He savored the feeling of his unsheathed cock head spreading the lips of her pussy around himself. He wished he could watch as her large eyes widened with the initial penetration but he had to have his mouth pressed tight to hers to catch the inevitable scream that would surely bring a number of students or teachers flocking to their closet.
"Oh my God," her moan muffled into his mouth.
Allison was far from a virgin but not having had sex in over a week had tightened her teen twat so much that she may as well have been. Despite the fact that her pussy was gushing from excitement, it was still the thickest cock she'd ever been with slicing into her snatch.
However, the early discomfort only lasted a few seconds, aided in large part by her boyfriend that she was clinging to. He too realized that Allison would have a tough time taking him inside her so once his head was poked into her he began making short shallow thrusts into her. The hope was to get her as stimulated as possible without stretching her out too much by forcing more of his lengthy tool inside her.
"You're so tight," he groaned before resuming kissing her.
Scott allowed another half-minute of this before he heard Allison's breath become shallower and moans more frequent. Feeling the muscles in his strong thighs begin to flex, the high school boy pushed further inside her tight snatch and managed to get half his dick into her. Scott still couldn't see her face but he knew she was fully engrossed in their tryst as her gasps were now deeper moans of pleasure.
"Forgot how big...mhmm...you are," she moaned, kissing him back.
He may have been stretching her pussy, but Allison couldn't get enough of it. She was effectively being Scott's fuck toy for the following few minutes, standing on one leg as the muscular boy stroked his entire length into her tight snatch. That was until Scott grabbed her slender leg that was resting on the door handle and placed it around his hip.
Allison loved the feel of the new angle that Scott's cock was driving into her stretched cunt. Out of instinct, once her leg was around his powerful hip she pressed her high heel against his firm backside, encouraging him to fuck her harder and deeper.
"So stupid to break up with you," Allison huffed, not knowing if he heard her but more to chide herself.
Scott couldn't help but smile at the leggy girl getting hyped by the occasion, actually trying to make him fuck her harder. Of course, the werewolf was up for the challenge so he gave Allison exactly what she wanted. He pulled back against her resistance, building up more potential energy then he drilled deeper into her than he or she could have expected.
"Mmhmmm...awhhh," she moaned into his mouth once again.
While a quickie in the closet of their school during Formal while he was being hunted by teachers wasn't exactly the way Allison imagined getting back with Scott, she wasn't going to complain about them finally getting together again. Especially since the way it had gone so far, with Scott fucking her tenderly yet firmly.
"You like it just like that," Scott asked, though her body language spoke loud and clear.
With each thrust up into her waiting and slippery twat, Scott looked down and watched as her perky tits bounced up within her low-cut dress. He was pleased that the intelligent girl eventually realized what Scott was doing and clued in that she needed to be quiet, allowing the werewolf-enhanced boy to roam her neck with his lips.
"Uh...huh," Allison quietly moaned.
In a move that almost caught Scott by surprise, Allison lifted her other leg to settle around his powerful waist. The teen wolf realized in time as he supported all of her modest weight as he felt her hands lock behind his neck. Scott knew that she wasn't very heavy, plus he had werewolf strength, and that they were both getting close to their orgasm, despite only 5 minutes of fucking, but he leaned forward to use the wall to share the load.
The close quarters and added weight equaled Scott pressing his muscular chest firmly against hers with her back pressed against the wall. Her round boobs felt like heaven as they compressed against him, allowing him to even feel her pokey nipples through the thin material of her dress.
"I can't go much longer," Scott claimed, realizing that today couldn't be more than a quickie in the utility closet.
As much as he could have liked to spend the rest of the night in the tight confines of the closet with Allison, his cock sliding in and out of her warm furnace, he knew that wasn't an option. They had to make this quick, hence why they fucked at such a blistering pace that left his in-shape legs starting to fatigue.
"Keep going," Allison begged him.
Allison had been on cloud nine from the first time their lips had touched that night, not to mention when they started to fuck. She would have been pleased just getting back together with Scott, but she was nearing her orgasm and it would make her life to know that the man she was pining for the past month had made her cum during a quickie in the closet again.
"So demanding," Scott joked, though his concentration was on making himself last long enough.
Scott gritted his teeth and put his tiring legs out of his mind as best he could. He pressed his lips tight against hers and felt her icy calm melt as she moaned as they kissed, knowing it would be muffled. His cock continued to pierce her twat, too much of their delight. Though he wasn't the most sexually experienced person, Scott took great pride in almost always making Allison climax during their lovemaking.
Needing a distraction, Scott took the hand from in her wavy dark hair and dragged it down her slender body. He went all the way down to under her dress before migrating back up, over her taut stomach to the cup of her bra. He pushed underneath it and closed his hand on the parts of her bare flesh of her tit that he could grasp with his hand. Her nipple poked the center of his palm, making him look forward to the next time they hooked up where he could see her naked.
"Scott I'm close," Allison said, her voice getting a little loud.
Scott felt the gorgeous leggy girl press tighter against him, making him piston his cock up into her pussy even harder. He gently yet firmly squeezed the soft flesh of her tit again then rotated his free hand to find her clit from between her soft thighs. It put his wrist at a terrible angle, but with great power came greater responsibility.
With pressure now on her clit and a stiff cock drilling her pussy, the combination was a perfect effect. Allison's breathing became more ragged than it already was, Scott even noting that her body was beginning to stiffen. He knew that she was probably undergoing her orgasm, given the shouting that she was doing in his mouth, but he diddled her clit for another 30 seconds to make absolutely certain.
"MMpphhhfff...aawwww....ahhhhh," she moaned while climaxing, echoing around his mouth and reverberating to his ears.
Once certain that she was done cumming, Scott pushed her up and off his throbbing cock and let her settle straddling back on her feet. The teen wolf knew she was on the pill last time they hooked up, but there was no chance Scott would risk cumming inside her since he wasn't sure if she was still taking it and wasn't going to risk knocking her up, despite how much they loved each other.
His cock settled between her legs, naturally slipping in the crack of her ass. Scott wasn't able to grab his cock but he was already in the process of cumming. With Allison still shaking and trembling from her intense orgasm, her meaty booty engulfed around his tool and provided the only stimulation the high school senior needed, with her great ass sliding along his shaft enough to maintain his own completion.
"Huh...yes," he groaned.
With another loud grunt and fingers now digging into the soft flesh of her perkiest asset, he came. They could both feel his cock pulsing as jet after jet of cum erupted out of his tip and splashed against her meaty booty, with the odd streak extending all the way up to land on her back between her shoulder blades.
Allison still didn't trust her legs to stand on yet so she leaned back against the wall of the tiny utility closet. She felt the cool glaze of his cum smear against her ass and back with her dress, then realized she wore a sweater so that the rest of the school wouldn't see the marks on her clothing.
"Was it good for you," Scott asked after kissing her again, this time much softer.
"Amazing," Allison replied, still in shock.
They smiled and chuckled lightly as they straightened out one another's clothing and stole the odd kiss. Allison still felt jittery, a combination between her orgasm and finally getting back together with her true love, Scott McCall.
“I hope Stiles is enjoying the dance as much as I am,” Scott wondered as they exited the closet.
* * *
“Come with me.”
Those were the last words Lydia had spoken to Stiles before she led him from the dance floor right in the middle of a slow dance. Stiles had been acting the gentleman, making sure his hands didn’t wander to low to grope Lydia’s amazingly phat ass, despite the fact that every other couple was doing the same.
“Where are we going?” Stiles asked as the walked out into the hallway.
No reply was forthcoming so Stiles continued to walk holding Lydia’s hand as they navigated the long hall until she pushed open the door and stepped outside. Now the lacrosse benchwarmer was confused. Did Lydia want to go home? If so, why take him out the exit that was closest to the lacrosse field instead of the parking lot?
“Why are we going to the field?” Stiles questioned.
This time Lydia looked over her shoulder at him in a look that made his heart beat that little bit faster. Though he couldn’t read it perfectly, the look she gave him portrayed eagerness and sultry. He didn’t speak as she led him out from between the bleachers and out towards the playing surface of the grass field before Stiles couldn’t take it anymore.
“Listen Lydia. God, I can’t believe I’m about to say this but you don’t need to have sex with me,” Stiles blurted out.
These words stopped the busty redhead in her tracks. Turning around, she looked at him, tilted her head and raised a single eyebrow in a questioning gesture.
“I know that a few weeks ago you had sex with me because Scott asked you to,” the goofy boy admitted. “And I loved every second of it. Just like I’ve loved our time at the Formal tonight even if you were forced to come with me because of Allison. But, the next time we have sex, I want it to be because you choose to. Not because you owe someone a favor or a debt or whatever.”
“You done?” Lydia asked after he finished speaking. Stiles looked confused before nodding his head. “You’re right. I fucked you as a favor to Scott. I also accepted her Formal invitation because of Allison guilt-tripping me into it. However, the reason why I danced with you earlier and also why I dragged you out to the lacrosse field was because I wanted to.”
“Wait, really?” Stiles asked.
“You were nice to me and complimented me on things that only perceptive people would know about me. Hell, I’ve been fucking Jackson for almost a year he didn’t know half those things you said inside,” the redhead laughed.
“I…well…”
“No. No more talking. You’ll only ruin it,” Lydia correctly stated. “Put your jacket down on the ground so I can make love to my Formal date. Please.”
“Yes fucking ma’am,” Stiles replied as he hastily removed his jacket and pulled it one the slightly wet grass.
Normally when Lydia would sneak off to a secluded outdoor location, the expectation was always sex, thus they always had a coat. Clearly Stiles wasn’t quite at that level, so his jacket would have to suffice. No sooner had it been draped over the ground when Lydia slipped her arm from against Stiles' body and dropped to her knees in order to cuddle up on the coat.
“Really lovely down here, isn’t it,” Stiles said to the busty girl.
“You have a girl who wants to bang your brains out…the only lighting coming from the romantic moon...and yet you’d like to talk about the ambiance,” Lydia replied with a lick of her lips.
“I don’t think you get enough credit for how smart you are,” Stiles grinned wickedly at the curvy redhead.
“I love when you compliment me on how smart I am. Makes my inner slut rise to the surface,” Lydia flirted back.
Lydia barely had time to finish her remark before the eager lacrosse benchwarmer put his tongue in her mouth and pressed his lips to cut her off. The kiss from the cute boy initially caught Lydia off-guard, even though with how forward she was, she didn’t know why she was surprised by his tactic. She stopped thinking about anything else other than kissing Stiles back, Lydia’s mind became clarified as they made out under the cloudless night sky with the only illumination coming from the mostly full moon.
“Not bad with your lips,” Lydia said in between tongue-filled kisses.
With their lips pressed together and their tongues dancing with each other’s, the horny teenagers made out in the romantic setting while their hands explored the other’s body. Lydia had an easy time removing Stiles' clothing based on the fact she had a ton of experience with removing men’s clothing. As he was stripped, Stiles was equally busy as he was roaming the stunning ginger’s body, making sure he gave the majority of his attention to her perfectly round and firm tits.
“What a body,” he couldn’t help but comment.
“I’m pleased your eyes are working,” Lydia replied, obviously proud about her amazing figure. “And you’re low-key jacked as well,” she added while lightly gliding her fingertips along the ridges created by flexed abs.
Given her flirting, and wanting to come down to the empty lacrosse field with him, not to mention their fuck session a few weeks back, Stiles knew she was down for action. He still had both hands on her ass cheeks groping the meaty backside but he slid them to her sides and slipped them under her short dress. Lydia knew exactly what he wanted when his fingers hooked inside the waistband of her panties so she helped him pull them off her by propping herself up onto her knees as far as she could. When he tugged them down as far as they could he matched her height and pulled her in even tighter so his erection grinded against her flat stomach through the silky dress. Now wrapping a strong arm around her waist, the lacrosse benchwarmer lifted her off the ground and gently placed her back onto the ground. In her new supine position, Stiles had no problem pulling the black thong down the rest of her legs, although he took his time in doing so in order to caress her stocking-clad thighs and calves.
“Fuck me, Stiles,” the curvy redhead begged.
Stiles bit back his own retort mainly because with her dress flipped up and resting on her flat stomach, the lacrosse benchwarmer got an unobstructed view of her snatch. Other than the pink folds glistening in the moonlight, the standout feature was the lack of any type of hair around her sex, the sight of which practically made the cute boy drool.
“God that is such a fucking sexy sight,” Stiles commented as he dragged his hands over her inner thighs and up to her bald pussy.
“Mmmm...guilty as charged,” the stunning ginger cooed under his touch. “Sometimes I find it best to not leave anything to the imagination.”
Lydia was already in the perfect position on her back for what Stiles had in mind so he scooted back to the far end of the coat while keeping her legs spread far apart. Even just looking at it from 2 feet away Stiles could tell that the curvy redhead was drenched and didn’t need any foreplay, but that wasn’t going to stop him. Stiles gave one last glance to Lydia who was staring at him with wide, lust-filled eyes as she looked down between her widespread legs. He gave her a smirk before burying his face in her pink hole so that all Lydia could see was his sun-lightened hair in her lap. She felt elated as his long tongue searched deep in her pussy as far as it would go while his hands naturally reached up to take a handful each of her large tits through the silver, strapless dress.
“Shit Stiles! Yes! Eat me! Lick me!” Lydia arched her back and writhed on the coat.
Though Stiles lacked experience when it came to sex, he made up for that in eagerness. Though he had Lydia a few weeks back, tonight she had chosen to sleep with him on his own merit. His eagerness reflected that fact. Already knowing that her pussy tasted sweet, the horny boy lost himself in the moment and kept munching on Lydia’ pussy, constantly changing techniques from slow licks that spanned her whole length to slamming his tongue as deep and as quickly as he could into her depths.
“Mmmmm…ooohhh,” Lydia moaned as his tongue continued to pleasure her to no bounds.
Stiles was a quick learner as he picked up on what moves got the biggest rise out of his horny date so he focused on licking all the spots she liked best. It didn’t surprise him then when after only a few minutes Lydia was digging her hands along his scalp and pushing his face deeper into her pussy.
“Oh yes…oh yes…ohhhh….yesssss….ugghhhhhh,” Lydia screamed at the top of her lungs as Stiles brought her to orgasm.
Stiles was forced to stay between her legs as Lydia’s death grip continued on his head. To be fair, he had no intention of leaving and not collecting her incredibly sweet cum, but the busty girl with the phat ass nearly crushed his skull with her thighs. Knowing that continuing to go hard at her may be too much for her sensitive pussy now, he slowed things down and inched his tongue into her snatch. When he was in all the way he curled it and began to pull it out so he could collect as much of his sweet reward of her tasty cum as he could.
“As tasty as it looked,” Stiles commented, straightening up onto his knees when she eventually relaxed.
“That was great and all, but I had my eye on something else,” Lydia replied with a hungry glare.
“I think I can help you with that,” Stiles replied while he grinned down at her.
Stiles was more than happy to get inside the beautiful girl so he crawled up the ground until his chest was overtop of hers and his torso was between her satin-covered legs. In position, he dipped his head for another kiss, Lydia unknowingly getting a great taste of her own cum and really liking it. All while they made out Stiles snaked his hand down between her legs to grasp his cock at the base and line it up with her extremely wet hole.
“Should I go to the Jeep and get a condom?” Stiles asked, hoping she would refute.
“Stiles, when a girl is about to let you fuck her without a condom, you keep your mouth shut. Understood?” Lydia lectured.
Lydia didn’t wait for the goofy boy’s reply. Instead, the redhead swung both legs around his powerful torso and locked her ankles together, using that hold to pull Stiles towards her, grinding the tips of her heels into the lacrosse benchwarmer’s butt cheeks. The move caught Stiles by surprise and before he could stabilize himself, Lydia had pushed his tip into her wet hole.
“Ugh yeah,” they both groaned in unison.
With the first penetration done, both parties were craving more. Stiles simply thrust his hips forward and down into her wetness and drove balls deep inside the horny girl, aided by her legs flexing forward and Lydia lifting her pelvis off the coat to meet him. When their groins smashed against each other Stiles could feel his nut sack slap against her impeccable ass cheeks as he plowed her back down against the ground while he felt her big tits jiggle against his powerful chest.
“God, you’re tight,” Stiles grunted through clenched teeth.
“Was that the tone of surprise,” Lydia quipped, well aware of her rightfully earned reputation of having a lot of sex.
“Feels so fucking good,” the boy replied, not taking the bait.
Stiles had to admit he was surprised with how tight the stunning ginger was given her aforementioned reputation. Then again, she was only 16 years old so had youth on her side. Tight but still loose enough to enjoy her to the fullest, he began pounding into Lydia’s pink slit at a great speed that was driving them both crazy. Especially the way he was making Lydia moan and gyrate with every thrust. Her legs wrapped tight around the lacrosse benchwarmer’s waist as he rose up after every downward thrust, kneeling while he drove into her.
“Mmhmm…you feel so good inside me,” Lydia moaned into his ear.
Over and over Stiles bucked his hips down into her, constantly driving her firm cheeks into the soft grass below. Right now, there was a certain extra bit of enjoyment looking down on Lydia as he fucked her. He watched the flesh of her tits jiggling with every thrust as pleasure was radiating from her face. His hand moved to her nice, plump peach of an ass, rubbing and squeezing as he fucked her frantically.
“That’s it, stud! Like it! Hard! I can take it,” the stunning ginger practically purred into his ear.
Stiles still couldn’t believe his unbelievable good fortune. Not only were her legs wrapped around his waist but Lydia had not looped her arms around Stiles' neck and was holding onto her date like a spider monkey. Pressed tight against her, Stiles was thriving on the intimate contact as he kept up driving his long cock into her wetness.
“Almost there,” Lydia encouraged.
Lydia was extremely self-aware of her own climax and knew how to reach it. Rather than plunging deep into her wetness then pulling out all the way minus the very tip, the stunning ginger squeezed her legs tighter to force Stiles to stay in her for longer and with more of his shaft. It began paying dividends instantly as he was able to get even deeper within her pussy and rub different parts of her inner wall while he felt his need to release his cum subside. At least delay it for the time being at least.
“Yeah?” Stiles questioned with that goofy grin of his. “Okay, awesome! Then cum for me.”
Stiles was pleased that Lydia was about to cum since he didn’t exactly have much experience. Motivated by a sense of pride, the goofy boy bit down on his lip to take his concentration away from his own pending orgasm and plowed as deep as he could into the still-clothed girl. With his dick in her fully he rose up on his arms just enough so his abs rubbed against the very edge of her clit. It wasn’t the most accurate contact but the intent paid off right away.
“Oh...oh...ahhhh,” Lydia cried, her face frozen in pleasure. “I'm cumming! I’m cummming! I’MMMM CUMMMMMINNNGGGG!”
True to her word, Stiles felt the curvy beauty’s pussy clamp down on his shaft with a death grip. Stiles simply held himself within her pink depths as he felt gyrating on top of Lydia would cause her extremely clinched twat to milk him of his seed within seconds. After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a handful of seconds, Stiles felt the relief of not having blasted his side inside the curvy redhead with huge tits, as her pussy stopped squeezing his dick in a stranglehold.
Even though Lydia had quite the grip on Stiles with her legs, he pulled back against her limbs and broke free of her grasp, removing his dick from her velvety folds in the process. He didn’t want to take a pause during their fuck session but if he didn’t take a break from being inside her pussy then he would have been painting her inner walls with his hot sticky load. Not to mention he wanted to be considerate and give the panting girl a chance to recover rather than use her as an inanimate fuck doll.
“Not cum yet?” Lydia asked as she sprang to a sitting position full of energy, reaching down to stroke his length. “Impressive.”
“Impressed myself too,” Stiles admitted with a proud grin on his face.
“Well lay back and let me take care of that for you,” the stunning ginger grinned back.
Stiles turned out to be a good listener as he got moving by collapsing down onto his back in the middle of the coat. Lydia maintained her hand on his throbbing dick and continued to stroke the wet flesh all while he moved about into position. Going onto her knees so she could get closer to her date, the stunning ginger threw her leg over his sweaty torso and was ready to take the plunge down onto him.
“Wait. Can you pull the dress down a little more,” Stiles asked.
“So you just wanna see my boobs?” Lydia smiled down at him. “All men are the same.”
“Look at those things! They deserve to be seen,” Stiles countered, his hands groping the large globes in front of Lydia.
Lydia smiled down at the authoritative boy and did as he wanted. She reached behind her and pulled down the hidden zipper to allow Formal dress to fall down a little bit to bunch around her waist.
“I mean...wow,” Stiles commented, being more or less speechless for the first time in his life.
Sitting up, Stiles used his hands to reach out and take each of her boobs into his hands and knead them with just the right amount of force where she could feel his pressure but not be in any pain. Just like the rest of her body, when it came to Lydia Martin’s breasts, it was as though a man made her in a lab. Whether it was their perfect roundness, their overall size or the perfect way they fit in his palm. He raised his head to her chest and took one of her pink nipples into his mouth and began tracing it out with his tongue.
“Ummhmm…yes,” the busty teen girl moaned.
Lydia realized even in the thralls of her passion that she was still hovering over Stiles' cock, not that the boob-obsessed man noticed or cared. Wanting to change that, she put her hands on his chest to balance herself before lowering herself enough so that his tip comfortably slid back into her wetness. She felt the vibration of his grunt of approval on her sensitive nipple then amped it up even more by sinking down fully to take him as deep as she could.
“Uumhm yes Lydia,” the lacrosse benchwarmer groaned.
Despite suffering an energy-zapping orgasm moments before, Lydia was a true physical specimen when it came to the carnal arts. Which meant Stiles was in for the ride of his life. Raising herself back up, the busty teen girl didn’t even leave the crown in her as she pulled a good inch off of his throbbing member altogether. Lydia perched herself above him for just long enough to see the curiosity in Stiles' face before she slammed herself down on his lap, taking his entire cock to the hilt in one shot.
“OHHH YESS,” they both hissed at the same time.
Lydia repeated this move a second time, then again and again until she worked herself into a frenzied pace.. Stiles was no longer able to stay latched onto her tits with his mouth but it was a concession he was okay with. Laying flat back on the coat he watched the red-haired goddess ride his dick like an expert bull rider and simply appreciated the vision. Of course, that didn’t stop his hands from massaging her firm ass, as he squeezed the cheeks in his hand to fully appreciate them. He went from simply grasping them to rubbing her smooth skin and allowing his palm and fingertips to explore every inch of her incredible bottom.
“You like what you found,” Lydia commented with a wink without ever breaking stride.
“Very much so.”
To accentuate his point, the lacrosse benchwarmer pulled his right hand off her body then sent it crashing down with a flex of his wrist to smack her tanned ass with a playful slap. Lydia simply smiled widely at his new tactic, which encouraged him to do it again, this time with his other hand. In response, the stunning ginger sped up her riding, going into a gear that Stiles could barely comprehend..
“Oh Lord,” the lacrosse benchwarmer grunted as her pussy flew up and down his pole.
Lydia was taking advantage of the soft grass beneath her knees to really spring up and drive down onto his pole with frightening speed. For a more sturdy grip, Lydia pressed her palms onto Stiles' chiseled pecs, using his body to ride him harder and faster than ever before. She was vaguely aware that she was bringing him down the home stretch, but the only thing that mattered at this point was pleasure.
“Yeah keep going like that,” Stiles encouraged the thrashing girl.
“Where do you want to, you know, deposit your seed,” Lydia asked. “Anywhere you want.”
“On your back,” he answered immediately.
Lydia heard his urgent shout before feeling his hands grab her under her arms and flip her around so she ended up on her back. The man moved fast, crawling up her curvy body until he was straddling her flat stomach, his eyes screwed shut and his hand a blur of motion around his dick. Seeing his intention, Lydia used her hands to cup her tits and present them to him and Stiles gladly took advantage. 4 large strands exploded from his head, coating her large, perky tits rather symmetrically. With one last dribble of cum still present on his piss slit, Lydia took care of that by opening her mouth and sucking it right off him.
“Uggghhh,” Stiles shuddered from the contact to his hypersensitive dickhead, which drew a giggle from the cum-coated girl.
“Wow,” Lydia said, her head resting back on the coat. “There are tissues in my purse if you don’t mind passing it to me.”
Stiles gladly did as she asked and retrieved her purse a foot away. As the two of them got dressed, they heard then saw the massive lights of the lacrosse field powering on, shining down on them. As they got to their feet, they found that a man was walking towards them, and his intentions didn’t seem good.
“Stiles. I need your assistance in finding my nephew,” said Peter Hale, aka the Alpha werewolf. “But first…”
That was all Lydia remembered as at that moment, Peter transformed into a massive wolf and took a bite out of her flank.
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