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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 32
Show: Teen Wolf
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Lydia/Jordan Parrish
Codes: MF, Oral
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, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Dr Deaton, Derek & Peter Hale
Summary: Season 4 Episode 3. Lydia and Parrish get locked in the deep meat freezer while they investigate a Wendigo. With his military training, Parrish says the only way to not freeze to death is using their combined body heat. It doesn’t take long until Lydia finds a good way to kill time.

Deputy Jordan Parrish sat in his squad car outside the residence of the Walcotts. The Walcotts, with the exception of son Sean, had been brutally murdered by someone yielding a military-grade ax. As Parrish flipped through the images taken at the crime scene, he needed a break so he looked towards the house. Expecting to find nothing, instead the young deputy sees someone walking by the front door…inside the front door. Doublechecking that his gun is loaded, he approached the murder house before silently opening the front door. Looking inside from a concealed position, Parrish doesn’t see anyone so he continues inside.
“Beacon Hills crime department! This is a crime scene! Show yourself,” Parrish announces loudly.
Parrish was expecting anything, but what he found still surprised him. Coming out from the hallway was possibly the most beautiful young woman he’d ever seen. She had an hourglass figure with long strawberry blonde hair framing a pretty face with big green eyes and even bigger pouty lips. Her tits, barely contained in a blouse with most of the buttons undone, were frankly large, appearing like two snowy white mounds of pillowy flesh.
Parrish was about to lay into the girl for being inside an active crime scene, but the look of confusion and fright on her face stopped that. Unknown to him, Lydia Martin, the Banshee of Beacon Hills, had been drawn to this house against her will, simply coming here because there was a very strong sense of death inside.
“You’re Lydia, right?” Parrish asked, her name and face finally clicking inside his head. “I’ve seen you around the police station before. With Stiles, right?”
“Mhmm,” the redhead nodded.
“Now listen. Just because Stiles is the sheriff’s son and also your boyfriend…”
“Ha! Good one,” Lydia chuckled. “I’m not insane enough to date Stiles.”
“Oh…interesting,” Parrish found himself saying, before giving his head a shake. “You can’t be here. In fact, what are you doing here?”
“Ever heard of a Banshee?” Lydia asked, for which her answer was a confused look from the young deputy. “I would try to explain it, but...I've never gotten a satisfactory explanation myself.”
“Just an unusual habit of showing up at places where people have been brutally murdered?” Parrish asked as he followed the girl further into the house, his gun back in its holster.
“Are you saying I have a reputation?” Lydia asked, turning to look at him.
“An unusual one,” Parrish shot back. “So a Banshee, huh? Is that some type of psychic?”
“Don't tell me you believe all that?” Lydia scoffed. However, her focus was soon taken as she started to hear eerie noises coming from near the grandfather clock back in the living room.
“I'd like to say I don't believe in anything, but I keep an open mind,” Parrish replied, stepping out of the way of the busty redhead as she walked past him. As Lydia stared at a section of wall, he continued. “But if you're looking for dead bodies, I think you're a little late.”
Lydia doesn’t seem to hear him. She’s suddenly drawn to a section of a wall where the wood grains look like screaming faces, all while the same eerie noises continue. Reaching out, Lydia places her hand on the wall and gives it a little push. When Lydia presses on the wall, it springs open and cold air escapes. Looking back at Parrish both excited and confused, the deputy had unholstered his gun again.
“Open it slowly,” Parrish said as low as possible to the girl.
Lydia did as the hot deputy asked and used all her strength to haul open the door before Parrish stepped in front of her, both his flashlight and gun extended in his arms. With Lydia following a few steps behind, they walk through the door and down a creepy hallway of death. Lydia is already holding herself, the cold of the hallway getting even chillier with every step they take further inside. At the end of the creepy hallway is another door, this one even bigger and palpable cold. That doesn’t stop Parrish from hauling it open and stepping inside, the big door closing behind the pair.
Parrish does a quick look at the walls near the door and finds a light switch. Luckily, it powers on without delay and illustrates a rather explainable looking room. Still spooky and definitely freezing cold, but it was a room that Parrish at least could reconcile in his brain for belonging in a house. Kind of.
“I think it's a game locker,” Parrish spoke aloud for Lydia as they observed dozens of hanging white bags from racks on the ceiling. “Like venison. Hunting's legal in some parts of the state, but…”
Parrish had trailed off, looking hard at one of the bags they were now standing beside. “What is it?”
The deputy reached out and started to slowly pull down the zipper of the bag. It slowly parted until the zipper descended far enough for Parrish to make out a face of a woman, clearly dead, within the bag.
“It's not venison,” Parrish stated the obvious.
“And I’m out,” Lydia stated, already turning her back to the horror scene before her. “I found the bodies, led you to them and now it’s your job.”
“Lydia…” Parrish called out, walking towards the panicking girl.
“This..stupid…door…won’t…open…” Lydia huffed, trying and failing to pull open the heavy metal door.
“Seriously? Let me try,” the deputy offered, though after a minute of pulling, it hadn’t budged. “Must have locked when we came inside.”
“Crap! No cell signal,” Lydia said. “You?”
“Mine’s back in the squad car but my radio isn’t working down here either,” Parrish disclosed.
“Oh my God. I’m going to freeze to death in the meat locker of a cannibal,” the redhead muttered, rubbing her own arms to warm herself in a futile gesture.
“Here. Take this,” the deputy offered her his jacket.
Lydia gave a smile in thanks as she slid on the jacket, though it didn’t do a lot to warm her. After all, they were in a subzero freezer and she was wearing a thin blouse and mini skirt. Her nipples were already poking out past her bra and shirt, though Parrish had enough chivalry not to look at the hardened bits. Instead, the deputy was looking for another exit, though that ended quickly. And then, his mind started racing. After a minute, the man returned to her with one of the white body bags in his hand.
“This is going to sound like a crazy idea…and pretty perverted but…” Parrish started to explain. “We need to conserve body heat. After all, who knows when the sheriff will send someone to follow up on me after not reporting in.”
“So we crawl naked into a body bag?” Lydia asked, surprised initially by his suggestion but smart enough to know what he was getting at.
“Well…yes. Body heat will keep us warmer for the longest period of time. We’ll drape clothing on top of our bodies and then the bag will retain the majority of the heat and keep us from getting hypothermia and then dying of shock,” the deputy explained.
“Seems logical,” Lydia replied, though still not moving.
“I’ll turn my back,” Parrish offered.
“Oh, I’m not shy about getting naked,” the redhead confessed. “After all, I’m sure you know that my reputation is for being more than just a girl who shows up at places where people have been brutally murdered.”
“I have heard other…um…rumors about you, yes,” Parrish confessed.
“I was just hesitating because I didn’t know whether to get naked in the bag or out of it,” Lydia said before kicking off her heeled boots and stepping into the hopefully clean and never used body bag. “I’ve decided.”
Lydia knelt to the ground and immediately wrapped the bag around herself before moving within. She piled all her clothing to her side, which didn’t amount to more than a blouse and skirt. The redhead opted to toss her skimpy bra and thong outside the bag, which immediately drew the deputy’s eye.
“I didn’t think they would be of any help,” Lydia shrugged as Parrish blushed. “Well come on. You gotta make sure I don’t freeze to death.”
The deputy knew she was right, though crawling into a body bag used to store the dead with a 17 year old wasn’t exactly something he thought would happen today. However, life as an army soldier first, and now as a sheriff taught him to roll with the punches and think on your feet. Thus, he undid his pants and the buttons on his shirt before stepping into the bag, at which point he shed the rest of his clothing.
“So we need as much surface area of our skin touching, I presume?” Lydia asked as she wormed in closer to the man in his mid-20s.
“Yes. Then we drape the clothing over us,” he confirmed.
“Oh wow! You’re warm,” Lydia commented, shocked at how hot his skin felt.
“Ever since moving to Beacon Hills, everyone always tells me that,” the deputy acknowledged.
“A lot of people touching your naked body?” Lydia asked in a flirtatious tone, her big green eyes looking up at him.
“What! Oh! No. Not like that,” Parrish stammered.
“Relax. I’m just teasing,” the teen girl admitted. “Though I wouldn’t be surprised. You are rather handsome and definitely have a great physique.”
“Um…well…thank you,” he blushed.
“Tits or ass?”
“Excuse me?” Parrish asked, shocked by her words.
“Do you want to have my breasts pressing against your chest or my booty in your lap,” Lydia clarified.
“That…um…well…how about lady’s choice,” the deputy finally managed to suggest.
“You’re handsome so I choose face to face,” the redhead explained, wiggling tighter until her magnificent tits pressed against his chest.
“Oh wow,” Parrish groaned as her erect nipples poked his muscular chest.
“Thanks. Probably not surprising, but my tits are used to getting that reaction,” Lydia smiled up at him.
“I hope I’m not making this uncomfortable,” the super nice guy said, hoping his spur-of-the-moment comment a few seconds ago wasn’t too much for the teenager.
“Uncomfortable? Do you mean because of the massive erection poking against my stomach?” Lydia asked playfully before smiling at him again.
“Oh God,” Parrish groaned. He knew he had a hard-on, he was just hoping that Lydia wouldn’t have noticed. “I’m so sorry.”
The deputy went to turn over but a hand on his bicep by Lydia stopped him dead. Though he was still inclined to roll over and get his erection away from poking the 17 year old girl, he gave into her wishes and stayed still. He finally brought himself to look into her piercing green eyes, which had never left his face.
“You shouldn’t ever apologize for this,” Lydia stated, the ‘this’ being his cock, which her fingers were now lightly caressing. “After all, it’s long, thick and smooth. A girl’s dream, in other words.”
“Um…thank you,” he stammered while groaning in pleasure at the same time.
“So body heat will keep us warm. But will…activity keep us even warmer?” Lydia asked, her eyes darting between his eyes and down to his groin.
“In theory…yes,” Parrish nodded his head.
In truth, Jordan Parrish had no idea if sex would elp against hypothermia, but if he was going to die then he sure as hell wanted to do it while inside the busty redhead’s teen pussy. Both coming to that conclusion, they twisted their faces to the side before pressing their lips together. It started slowly, but the life-or-death situation soon converted the soft kiss into something harder with much more urgency.
“Fuck me, Jordan,” Lydia purred in his ear as his lips kissed the side of her neck.
“Really?” Parrish asked, his face emerging from the nape of her neck to stare at her.
“Definitely. You're hot and smart and kind. Plus, the aforementioned cock,” Lydia grinned.
“Shit. I don’t have a condom,” the deputy swore, cursing his luck for leaving not only his cell phone in the squad car, but his wallet that contained a rubber inside it.
“No problem. I’d much rather this way anyway,” she purred, her hand rubbing his cock still.
Parrish was about to warn her about the risk of teen pregnancy or STIs, but that died on his tongue as the attractive redhead dragged his tip through her folds, gathering her dampness on his dickhead. Just from their naked bodies rubbing against each other and a minute of kissing, Lydia was wet beyond belief and clearly wanting to be fucked. Knowing that sex while both on their sides facing each other was not a great angle, Parrish rolled Lydia onto her back, rolling with her to end up on top of her. Still mindful of the deadly cold, the deputy kept his body overtop of hers, still feeling her tits against his hard chest.
“Please Parrish. Fuck me,” Lydia begged.
The man didn’t leave her waiting a moment longer than necessary. Grabbing his cock, he gave his head a drag through her pink folds before putting it against her opening and pushing forward. He knew, as Lydia correctly stated earlier, about Lydia’s sexual reputation, therefore he was well aware the redhead was far from being a virgin, despite being only 17 years old.
“Mhhmmm! Yes, yes, yes!” Lydia cooed as she was entered.
Parrish immediately sank half his epic length into the busty Banshee before pulling back. He wasted no time in fucking her with half his length, but he needed more. Lydia was on the same page as she used managed to spread her legs a little wider, helping him to fuck her deeper. Parrish obliged, pushing more dick into the curvy girl until he felt his pelvis smack against her hairless cunt, meaning all 12 inches of impossibly thick cock was buried in the teen girl.
“Oh my God,” Parrish huffed.
Parrish couldn’t believe how unbelievably perfect this moment was. Sure, they could still die from exposure, but everything else was amazing. He had been lusting after Lydia Martin since seeing her around the police station or elsewhere in Beacon Hills since arriving in town almost a year ago. And now, here he was, balls deep in the gorgeous redhead, fucking her deep and hard. Hard enough so that every time his dick bottomed out in her womb, Lydia’s large tits jiggled from the contact, despite the fact they were pressed against him. However, even he had to sadly acknowledge that this pace was unsustainable.
He drove deep one last time before he pushed forward so he could cram his tongue into Lydia’s wanting mouth. As the pair kissed, Parrish went into a push-up position with Lydia’s legs outside of his arms, allowing the deputy sheriff to spear straight down into her pussy. Lydia felt all 9 inches enter her snatch, only this time it was at a quarter of the speed he had most recently been deploying.
“Yes! So deep Parrish!” Lydia cooed in delight.
Of course, when there were two people with an obvious attraction to each other, these periods of slowness would only last brief times. Within a few heartbeats, Parrish was back to his thumping rhythm, rearing his hips high so nearly all 9 inches were within from Lydia before he spiked back down into her, forcing the redhead to take him all. This was exactly what the Banshee wanted anyway.
“Mmm yes! Hard like that,” Lydia begged as the sound of their bodies slamming together filled the meat freezer.
Lydia dropped her hands from cradling her bouncing tits so that she could loop her arms around his neck, pressing him tighter against her body. Despite the freezing temperature of the deep freezer, Parrish was just so warm, and Lydia found herself crazing his touch. Plus, with a better grip around his hard body, the horny Banshee was able to help to meet Parrish’s thrusts into her snatch. Taking a leaf from her book on leverage, Parrish leaned over the redhead, resting both hands on the floor just outside of her shoulder to help generate more thrusting power.
“Take it, Ugh,” Parrish groaned, completely absorbed in the world of lust he was in.
This was how the next several minutes went. No words other than the guttural moan or incoherent begging for harder or more. Lydia was alternating between begging for more, leaving her mouth hanging wide open in a large O or biting her bottom lip. Parrish was a bit more one-note in his expression, opting for what could be described as a snarl as he used his arms and hips to thrust down and up into Lydia’s wet snatch. Of course, he was aided by the busty Banshee, who was using her aforementioned arms to squeeze against him, as well as her heels digging into his glutes with her legs squeezing tightly around his waist.
Lydia continued to arch her back and squirm in pleasure beneath his strong torso as Parrish continued to pound his hard dick into her. His erect cock slid effortlessly into Lydia’s smooth pussy, her moist juices coating him and making his relentless thrusting effortless. Moaning as the deputy sheriff dominated her by pushing harder into her, the gorgeous teen somehow managed to squirm an arm between their bodies. As his lengthy cock continued stretching her hole and rubbing against her G spot, Lydia added a third stimulus by using her deft fingers to grind her clit
"Keep going..." Lydia breathed with urgency.
"Yeah? Gonna cum," Parrish asked, surprising himself by outlasting her.
“God! Ahh! Yes,” Lydia nodded her head vigorously and continued to rub her clitoris even harder.
Based on her whelping, screaming and body thrashing, Parrish could assume the Banshee was enjoying a powerful orgasm. He was impressed that her orgasm lasted for nearly 30 seconds, the curvy redhead nearly bursting his eardrums in the process. Finally, the gorgeous girl went limp and silent, with Parrish slowing his thrusts down accordingly.
“Don’t you dare slow down,” Lydia told him after they each took a few seconds to recover. “Fuck me hard until you cum deep inside me.”
“Yes ma’am,” Parrish said with a wide grin on his handsome face.
Despite the close quarters of the bag, the pair were able to shift things around, mainly because she wanted to give Parrish as much freedom of motion to do as she demanded seconds ago. The moment his hard cock slipped from her wet pussy, the redhead was rolling over, presenting her amazing ass to him. The bag didn’t allow her to go up on all fours, as getting fucked doggy style was her favorite, but the ‘prone bone’ position would be suitable.
Initially, Parrish couldn’t help but be a little irked that the 17 year old’s truly great tits were no longer pressed against his sweaty chest. However, Lydia Martin had more than one impressive asset, with her thick ass being as equally impressive as her mountainous tits. Large, firm and perfectly round, her booty truly was a work of art.
“Need a road map or can you manage to find my pussy again?” Lydia quipped with her trademark dry humor.
The deputy couldn’t help but lightly laugh after seeing the smile form on the corner of Lydia’s mouth after her wry comment. Giving her what she wanted, as he was sure most men ended up doing with her, Parrish swiped his already slick dickhead through her folds before driving deep into pussy.
“Mmmm yes! That’s the good stuff,” Lydia purred after the penetration.
Given they were at a new angle, Parrish spent the first minute exploring her depths, making sure his lengthy cock didn’t jab her painfully. Given her reputation around town, the deputy should have known this step was unneeded as every thrust was met with Lydia pushing her meaty ass back towards him.
“Come on, deputy. Fuck me,” Lydia demanded in a sultry tone. “Give me all that big cop dick.”
And just like that, Parrish drilled down into her with new drive and power. Immediately she whelped from the explosion of force, but the deputy didn’t need to ask if it was too much because the redhead was already demanding more of the same. So Parrish did it again, rearing his hips up before slamming them down against her ass. The booty rippled and shook under his thrust, but that only spurred him on to do it again…and again…and again.
“Yes! Like that! Fuck me Parrish!”
They both wished that they weren’t confined by the tight space of the body bag, though without it, it was unlikely this situation would have transpired. Regardless, Parrish did the best he could, which meant pulling most of the way out of her pussy before slamming back down. It was liberating for him, knowing Lydia had already came and so now it was only him left. Therefore, he removed all worries about lasting long and simply did what generated the most pleasure, which was deep, fast and hard thrusts.
“Lydia…I…” he started to warn after another few minutes.
“Cum in me,” the redhead confirmed what was really the only choice. “I want to feel you filling me up.”
“Oh God!” Parrish grunted.
It was only another dozen thrusts until Lydia felt the usual sequence of events after telling a man to cum inside her. The first was a loud grunt, followed by a final thrust that buried the man’s whole length into her wet cunt. The next was the slight gyrating of the dick as semen started to pump out of his balls and through his shaft. Next was her favorite part as she could feel splash after splash of warm cum spraying inside her sensitive pussy, almost bringing her to orgasm from that simple action alone. And finally was a sweaty forehead, this time belonging to Jordan Parrish, come to rest on the back of her shoulder as he collapsed on top of her curvy body, still balls deep in her pussy as his semen threatened to leak out.
“Wow! I’m quite toasty warm now,” Lydia observed, noting the light covering of sweat on their bodies.
“Well if you need another warm up, I’ll be ready in another 15 minutes,” Parrish smiled at her.
“Deal,” the redhead replied as they shifted onto their side to spoon and stay warm in the freezing conditions.
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