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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 35
Show: Teen Wolf
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Lydia / Brunski & Malia / Derek
Codes: MF, Anal, Blackmail, 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, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Brunski, Derek & Peter Hale
Summary: Season 4 Episode 6. Malia fucks Derek after he shows her how to use some of her werecoyote abilities. Lydia needs to talk to Meredith again, but she’s locked inside Eichen House. Parrish gets them in, but they need to get by the head orderly. Luckily, he’s a massive pervert and has eyes for Lydia

The day started much like any other school day - Malia begrudgingly sitting in math class. It used to be that one of her friends, usually her boyfriend, would literally have to drag her into the dreaded class, though Malia had slightly improved over the course of the last month. Which was why she’d found herself into her seat before the bell rang, despite a lack of anyone dragging her there.
“Has anyone seen Stiles, Lydia or Kira today?” The math teacher called out at the head of the class. When no one replied, the older woman singled out a certain aloof girl. “Malia. Any idea where your friends are today?”
“I could try catching their scent,” Malia answered honestly, which drew chuckles from her classmate at the perceived joke.
“Right…How about I just mark them down as absent,” the math teacher retorted.
“Malia,” a whispered male’s voice faintly reached the werecoyote’s ear, clearly from not in the classroom.
Between her friends not being there today, and this mysterious caller, and the fact it was math class, Malia threw her books into her bag and stood from her seat. Despite the students and teacher staring at her, Malia ignored them and marched right out of class without a second’s thought. She walked down a few halls before she caught a familiar scent.
“What are you doing here?” Malia asked the man lurking in the shadows.
“Brett’s still out of it. I need to find his pack and warn them of the Dead Pool,” Derek Hale said.
A lot had happened with Derek in the past year. He went from being a beta to his uncle Peter, to killing that very same Alpha and replacing him. There was a whole thing with him making his own pack, but recently, the main issue was Kate Argent performing some weird ritual on him that transformed him back to his 16 year old self, because that was the age he’d loved and trusted her. Her plan never worked, and now Derek was back to his insanely handsome, very muscular 24 year old appearance.
“So what do you need me for?” Malia asked, honestly confused.
“I know a little something about his pack. They have a kind of secret meeting place in the woods,” he said, walking towards her. “And no one has spent more time in the woods of Beacon Hills than you.”
Malia caught a shirt from Brett, with the instruction to breathe it in. “I’m not good at that yet.”
“Try it. I’ll teach you,” Derek told her with pleading in his eyes. His words must have rang true because Malia lifted the shirt to her face, her nose specifically. “Good. Let’s get started.”
*   *   *
There was a reason why Stiles and Lydia weren’t in math class that morning, and that was because they were in the sheriff’s office. Only, they weren’t interested in talking to Stiles’ dad this time. Instead, they were seeking his deputy, Jordan Parrish. The same Jordan Parrish who moved to Beacon Hills less than a year ago after feeling like something was calling him to the sheriff’s office. And the same Jordan Parrish who surprisingly ended up on the second page of the Dead Pool, for a tidy sum of 5 million dollars.
“Your dad should be back within the hour,” Parrish told Stiles and Lydia as he walked them back through the building until arriving in the sheriff’s private office.
“Actually we want to talk to you,” Stiles said as Lydia went to close the door.
Stiles handed him the sheet of names and figures, and watched his face as he read through them. Finally, when he got to the end of the list and found his own name, his eyes shot wide open from shock.
“Okay. That’s terrifying,” Parrish remarked as he had no understanding of why he’d be on a hit list filled with Beacon Hills’ supernaturals. “I don’t get it. Why am I on this?”
“Honestly, that might be a question for another day,” Stiles replied. “Right now, there's still another third of the list we gotta crack.”
“We need the third cipher key,” spoke the Banshee responsible for figuring out the two other keywords. “But we need help getting it.”
“From who?” Parrish asked, completely absorbed in this now that his name was on the kill list.
Lydia knew this name wasn’t going to go down well but she needed to say it. “Meredith.”
“The girl from Eichen?” Jordan asked, shocked at the request. “The last time you saw her, you
almost gave her a nervous breakdown.”
Parrish had finally had enough of this. Even though he was on the list, and though he had a sexual history and obvious attraction to the gorgeous red-haired teen, he’d reached his breaking point. After all, how the hell was a girl who spent the last few years in a mental institution, and for good reason, going to help them crack a siphocated cipher?
“Jordan…please,” Lydia said, stepping close to him and placing a hand on his forearm. “We…I wouldn’t ask if this wasn’t of the utmost importance.”
“Am I going to regret getting mixed up with you?” Parrish asked, his voice lacking any fight.
“Probably…but it’s a helluva ride,” the gorgeous ginger smiled and added a wink for good measure.
*   *   *
After leaving school, Derek drove them deep into the woods before pulling off to the closest area he knew Brett’s pack occasionally met. Stepping out of his SUV, he explained further to Malia. “Their Alpha is a woman named Satomi. She's one of the oldest werewolves alive. And she's learned a lot.”
“What does that mean?” Malia asked as they started walking further into the trees.
“She's a bitten werewolf. Learning control wasn't easy for her. She did something a long
time ago that changed her…” Derek continued until Malia stopped dead in her tracks and sniffed the air repetitively. “What is it?”
“Gun powder,” she stated before walking another dozen meters and uncovered a bunch of bullet casings.
“If Brett's pack is out here, I don't think they're meeting,” Derek stated. “They're hiding.”
Derek used the next several hours teaching Malia almost everything he knew about scent tracking. The day quickly turned into night and yet the werecoyote just couldn’t find the other pack of werewolves as they remained hiding in the woods.
“I'm sorry,” Malia apologized.
“There's nothing to be sorry about. If they don't want to be found, then we're not going to find them,” Derek replied, though the disappointment was plain in his tone. “Some werewolves have an ability. A kind of mastery over their bodies where they can actually inhibit their scent.”
“So that's why nobody knew about Brett,” Malia said before getting an idea. “Maybe we need to try something different. Maybe we need to think like Stiles.”
“Like a hyperactive spaz?” Derek retorted.
“Like a detective,” Malia corrected, not knowing what ‘spaz’ meant. “If they're really Buddhists, then maybe instead of asking where werewolves hide, we should be asking…”
“Where would Buddhists hide?” Derek finished for her. He thought for a few moments then something came to him. “When Buddha sat under the Bodhi tree, he looked to the east for enlightenment.”
“Is there some kind of eastern point in Beacon Hills?” Malia asked.
“Yeah, at Lookout Point,” Derek said, starting the vehicle and peeling out in that direction.
*   *   *
Everything had been going their way. Lydia’s sweet-talking of Parrish was enough to sway him to help, so off they went to Eichen House. They managed to isolate a relatively new orderly who was clearly uncomfortable interacting with law officials so he rapidly agreed to their request of getting them into Meredith’s room. Which was when the wheels fell off their plan…hard.
The young orderly was on the verge of unlocking Meredith’s door when heavy footfalls could be heard just down the hall. Turning to look, Stiles knew their plan was fucked. “Oh no. Not this guy.”
“What the hell are we running here?” Brunski shouted, who just so happened to be the head orderly of Eichen House. “A bed and breakfast? We do not just open the door for anyone with a badge.”
“We need to talk to Meredith Walker. It involves a murder investigation,” Parrish spoke to the man clearly drunk on his power.
“Well, you can talk to her all you want, but these two, especially that one...they're outta here,” the muscular man shouted, pointing at the two teenagers.
“They're crucial witnesses in an ongoing investigation. I wouldn't have brought them
here if it wasn't absolutely crucial,” the deputy retorted.
With a cocky sneer, Brunski stepped right into the younger man’s face. “Okay, Deputy. How about you come back with a court order, then I'll listen.” Having addressed Parrish, he now turned his attention to Stiles. “As for you, Mr. Stilinski, how about you come back with payment in full.”
“Uh…” Stiles stuttered.
“That's right. Daddy may be the Sheriff, but he's late on the bills,” Brunski taunted. Lastly, he turned his gaze to the third member of the party. “And you, sweetheart, can look me up anytime.”
Lydia felt her skin crawl as the horrible man reached out and let his fingertips lightly grip a few strands of her strawberry-blonde hair and glide down it’s length. Ending at her bicep, he continued down, dragging the back of his hand down the soft, pale flesh, all while grinning at the gorgeous girl. Which was when an idea popped into her head. It wasn’t something she’d want to do, but getting the third cipher key was more important than what she wanted.
“Okay. Let’s do it,” Lydia said, staring back up at him right before he was about to walk away.
“What?” All three men asked at once.
“Here’s the deal, and it’s a good one. After all, we’ll all get what we want. We get to talk to Meredith and you…well…you get me,” Lydia explained.
“Lydia…” Parrish gasped at the insane offer.
“No,” Stiles stated.
“Are you serious?” Brunski asked, ignoring the two other men.
“Does this feel serious?” Lydia asked as she reached out, grabbed his wrist and steered his hand towards her face. All while her big green eyes stayed locked onto his, Lydia isolated his index finger before putting it into her mouth, closing her insanely full lips around it then proceeded to suck on it as she gave the finger a mock-blowjob for a few seconds. “So? Do we have a deal?”
“Now. That’s how this goes down,” Brunski stipulated. “I fuck the shit out of you right here, right now then you can have a few minutes with Meredith.”
“No.” Stiles voiced up again, and again was ignored.
“An hour,” Lydia countered, her gaze still locked on his.
“15 minutes,” the head orderly argued.
“An hour…and I’ll let you put it anywhere,” Lydia negotiated, and based on the way his eyes widened in utter delight, she knew she just secured an hour with Meredith.”
“You have a big mouth, both literally and figuratively,” Brunski said, a smile on his face as he loomed over the busty 17 year old. “You sure as hell better be able to back it up.”
“Trust me, you’ll wear yourself out long before you break me,” Lydia smiled back at him, though her’s lacked the maliciousness that Brunski had.
“And I want the Boy Scout and the mental case to watch as I do truly disturbing things to you,” Brunski demanded with that cocky smirk on his face.
“Not a fucking chance,” Stiles spat while Parrish spoke at the same time. “Enough of this!”
“Guys! Stop,” Lydia scolded the men who felt the need to protect her. “My body, my choice, remember. And as shitty as it’ll be to watch someone truly demented like this creature do things to me, it’ll be worse for me.”
“But Lydia…” Stiles started to say.
“What? That Brunski is sadistic? Yeah, I get that,” the redhead cut off her friend. “Fully acknowledged and I’m still agreeing.”
“But…” this time it was Parrish trying to get a word in.
“But nothing. I need through that door to talk to Meredith and this is the only way unless we want days or weeks or even months of red tape and delays. Or am I wrong?” Lydia asked the deputy sheriff.
“Sadly that’s true,” Parrish agreed with chagrin.
“Ahh…how touching,” Brunski sarcastically interjected. “Clock’s ticking. Every second I don’t spend balls deep in your tight teen ass means less time you get with crazy Meredith.”
“I hate this guy,” Stiles commented.
“The feeling is mutual. Hence why I’m making you watch as I defile your ginger girlfriend,” the head orderly gloated.
“Boys, play nice,” Lydia warned her two friends before addressing Brunski. “Where are we going?”
“There’s a room at the end of this hall that’s empty,” he answered. “Follow me, sugar tits.”
Though Parrish and Stiles clearly thought Lydia was insane for agreeing to such a depraved deal, for the redhead it made absolute sense. She was supposed to be a Banshee, and as such, finding out the key words to the cipher fell into her realm of the supernatural. And even though she’d fluked out twice so far, people were dying in greater frequency now, and would continue to do so until Lydia figured out her abilities. Not used to failing in anything, the redhead knew she needed advice, and Meredith was the only other living Banshee that they knew of.
“Lovely,” the redhead commented under her breath as they followed the sadistic man a few doors down the hall.
The room was clearly not used for a while, and appeared to be abandoned in the middle of a renovation. There were the frames of two beds stacked on top of each other against the far wall, but the overhead light was barely working and the flooring was in disarray. Half the ceramic tiles had been chipped up, exposing the cement floor underneath. In all, the room was disgusting and smelt like something the Banshee couldn’t quite put her finger on.
“Time to pay up, Red,” Brunski stated, eyeing the 17 year old girl up and down.
The busty redhead noted the way his eyes lingered on each of her impressive assets, and couldn’t blame him. After all, he was an over-the-hill grunt worker who was able to blackmail a girl at the peak of her beauty in for sexual favors. Whether it was her beautiful face with big green eyes, her large pillowy tits barely contained in her tank top, her thick ass that caused her skirt to stick out far from the rest of her body, or her boot-clad legs, Lydia was a true vision to behold. However, Brunski soon looked away, selecting an area that had decent lightning before he set up his phone in order to record the action.
“Absolutely not,” Parrish said, noting that the orderly planned on filming the encounter.
“Then come back with a warrant,” Brunski growled as he selected his camera app then switched over to record.
“You son of a bitch,” Stiles growled, barely containing himself from launching at the orderly.
“You don’t have to record this if you don’t want to,” Lydia added, with the lack of passion the other two men contained..
“Trust me, I want to,” Brunski grinned wickedly.
Lydia was wearing a jacket so she removed the coat and hung it over the nearest of the upturned bed legs. When Lydia turned around to face the muscular orderly, Brunski was already upon her. He wrapped a strong arm around her shoulder to control her upper half then crammed his lips against Lydia’s. It was an aggressive and sloppy kiss as the beautiful redhead with big curves could feel his wet tongue smearing spit across her red-tinted lips and further onto her face.
While Lydia was attempting to coral his tongue back into her mouth to bring them into a more traditional make out, Brunski had his own ideas. He felt the redhead capture his wayward tongue with her own as his concentration had gone to using his free hand to reach up under the redhead’s short skirt. Crudely shoving aside her panties, his two fingers easily found a home within her pussy.
“Ughhh,” Lydia grunted as his thick digits were stuffed in her barely wet mound.
“Yeah you like big Brunski all up in your cunt, you filthy whore,” the jerk talked in her ear.
“This is revolting,” the deputy muttered, averting his eyes from the hardcore scene before him.
Her body began to adapt to his touch, likely more out of reflex than any sort of romantic or passionate feelings towards Brunski. After all, he was the worst and they were in a creepy insane asylum room that looked like something out of a horror movie. Not only that, but she was whoring herself out to a vile man in front of her friends and past lovers.
Her dampening pussy allowed his rough fingers to glide easier into her sex, which he gladly took advantage of. With the digits now pumping furiously into Lydia, she was spewing out a stream of moans as she got more aroused now as her body betrayed what was happening inside her brain.
“That feel good, slut?” Brunski taunted, his free hand roughly kneading her large, pillowy chest.
Mmhmmm,” she responded, the dirty talk sadly exciting her more.
Luckily, her moan was drowned out by Stiles’ shout. “Of course she doesn’t think that feels good, you barbarian!”
“Shut you boy up, deputy, or I’ll take out my frustration on the ginger,” Brunski spat his retorted before quite literally spitting down into Lydia’s open mouth and making her swallow it.
Lydia didn’t know what it said about her that she was actually getting off on his degrading treatment of her. And yet, she was turned on. Brunski had crammed a third finger easily into Lydia’s expanded snatch, but his speed didn’t falter for a second. However, he did drop his second hand from groping her tits so that he could undo his belt and pants. He accomplished this, but in the process had walked Lydia backwards until her back was flush against the stained wall.
“You gonna cum for me slut,” Brunski hissed in her ear.
The muscular jerk had never been with a girl who was so into the rough experience. He’d been with dozens of Eichen House staff and residents, but he was learning quickly that Lydia Martin was no ordinary girl. The busty redhead wasn’t necessarily strictly turned on by rough sex as she was just into mostly any different sexual encounter. Only 17 years old, the Banshee had long since earned a reputation as a girl down for anything.
“Mmhmm…yes,” Lydia responded after a few long moments, over which time Brunski had pistoned his fingers into her pussy several more times.
Whether he was doing it on purpose or not, Lydia didn’t know, but every time his digits slammed into her wet hole, his thick thumb muscle on the palm of his hand rubbed her sensitive clitoris. Combining that great pleasure with the way the pads of his fingers were easily finding her G spot along her inner twat walls, Lydia was fixing to orgasm already. She may have begrudgingly agreed to sleeping with Brunski, but at least she’d get some pleasure out of the arrangement.
The evil part of Brunski wanted to deprive the redhead the pleasure of cumming, but he figured the happier and relaxed Lydia was, the better fucking her presumably tight ass would be. Knowing Lydia was close to passing the point of no return, Brunski slammed his fingers back inside her mound, but instead of withdrawing them, he left them inside. Wiggling the digits about, he repeatedly pressed on her G spot all while his palm massaged her sensitive bean.
“Cum for me,” he demanded.
“Fuckkk meeee,” Lydia swore as she slowly came back down to earth.
Lydia had to really fight the urge to black out and fall asleep. However, Lydia knew she still had a job that needed carrying out which required her to lose the orgasm-induced brain fog as quickly as she could. What helped was hearing the familiar sound of a belt swinging undone, which did the trick for the girl and she opened her eyes wide enough to glance downward in between messy kisses, which Brunski had started back up. Sure enough, Brunski had his pants and boxers pulled down around his ankles with his 10-inch fat cock standing proudly out front.
“Lydia, you don’t have to do this,” Parrish reminded her. “We can find another way.”
“I mean, I could give you a world class blowjob,” Lydia offered the horny man. “With a facial as a happy ending,” she added, sweetening the pot for a big pervert like Brunski.
Reaching down, the busty redhead clutched his wrist in her grip and guided it out of her pussy. As sad as it was to admit, she missed having him inside her, stretching out her tiny snatch. In the dim alley light, it was still easy enough to identify the three fingers that he was using to stuff her pink slit, so Lydia isolated the digits before wrapping her lips around them. She swirled his fingers in her mouth and used her tongue to lick the juices off his skin, exaggerating the moaning for Brunski’s benefit even though she did really enjoy her own taste. Or anyone’s pussy juices for that matter.
“This isn’t a negotiation, Red. We both know my big fat cock is going in that thick booty of yours,” Brunski replied with a cocky smile.
He allowed Lydia to finish sucking his fingers dry before withdrawing them from her talented mouth. Reaching around behind the curvy 17 year old girl, Brunski followed the curve of her rounded ass towards the midline until he was nestled in the crack between the two cheeks. He didn’t have to descend very far until one of his fingers, rich in the saliva from Lydia’s mouth, began rubbing over her puckered asshole.
“I’m cumming!”
Brunski held his hand firm as the redhead’s body began to shudder from her knee-weakening orgasm. He was glad he had backed her against the wall as it lent him the support to hold up her hourglass frame since his only points of contact with Lydia were the fingers buried in her pussy and the hand gripped on one of her large teen tits.
“After all,” Brunski continued as his finger pushed hard enough against her anal ring until it sank an inch deep into her colon. “It would be criminal if my dick didn’t get balls deep into such a perfect dumper.”
Lydia had to bite the urge to have her bile coming flowing up out of her mouth at the jerk’s comment, even though she knew he only said it to get a reaction from the bitchy redhead. Keeping her nerve, Lydia allowed the boy’s finger to continue pushing in her asshole, going deeper and feeling more of her bowels. Maintaining eye contact with her as he loomed over her, Brunski pulled the soiled digit from Lydia’s asshole and brought it up to her face.
“Here. Have a little preview,” Brunski said with a tone that implied it was a request and not an option.
“Oh God! Don’t do it Lydia,” Parrish protested, though Stiles was well aware that this wouldn’t be Lydia’s first time going ass-to-mouth on a finger or dick for that matter.
Lydia had already written the check, knowing full well what she was signing up for. And truthfully, as long as she got access to Meredith, she’d be getting her money’s worth. Therefore, she parted her luscious red lips and allowed Brunski’s finger to be placed on her tongue, at which point she gave him a mock blowjob.
Unfortunately, this was not the first time she had taken something ass to mouth, though the other times had been in the midst of passion where she wasn’t thinking clearly. Now, however, she was consciously choosing to suck on a finger that had, as Brunski so elegantly put it, come hot from her pooper. The head orderly really did have a way with words. Regardless, Lydia took her medicine, very much tasting her ass on his digit as she sucked on him for another handful of seconds.
“Anyone ever make you taste your own ass?” Brunski taunted, loving to not only fuck his prey but humiliate them.
Lydia didn’t want to dignify his grotesque question about such dirty sexual acts with an answer. Instead of a verbal reply and wasting the air on him, the curvy redhead swallowed her pride and dropped down to her knees. Even though Brunski only really had eyes for sodomizing her, meaning a blowjob wasn’t required, but given the size of his cock, she needed his dick to be as wet for the passage as possible.
“Mmhm…you must really want it bad,” Brunski commented, bundling up her long red hair in his hand. “That or you are just a huge anal slut. My bet’s the latter. You just have that look that screams you get off taking it in the ass.”
“Hey! She’s a lady! Treat her with respect,” Parrish snapped, and now it was Stiles’ turn to hold the cop back.
Lydia appreciated Jordan’s outburst as she wanted to tell the orderly to shut up as well, but the muscular asshole was determined to continue spewing degrading comments down at her. Knowing that he wouldn’t stop, the busty redhead decided to get wrapped up in her own thoughts so she could simply block him out entirely. She opened her mouth wide and took the first several inches of his penis into her moist warmth. She closed her lips and slowly dragged his cock between them, spreading her saliva all over his shaft. When she got to the tip she jetted her tongue out to swipe at Brunski’s pee slit, drawing a grown from the dominating man.
“Figured that would shut him up,” Lydia thought to herself.
Lydia descended her mouth back on his dick. This time she swallowed most of his cock until it tapped the back of her throat. She dragged him through her lips once again, repeating her tongue trick once again at the end. However, this blowjob wasn’t about pleasure or showing off her skills. Not wasting time to give him a thorough and complete blowjob that he would remember for a long time, Lydia was only interested in using her mouth to get him prepared to enter her ass with as little pain as possible.
This time she took him inside her oral cavity once again and had him butt up against the back of her mouth. This time, rather than withdraw, she relaxed her throat in an action which at one point was second nature to her. It took an extra moment, but her muscles relented and she pushed forward so that now her chin was pressed against his full ball sack, her nose was buried in his bush of pubic hair and his cock was completely contained within her mouth and throat.
“Oh shit baby…you have skills,” Brunski complimented.
The rude man stood slack jawed and looking down as the redhead deepthroated his cock. He had no idea that the girl had such amazing sexual ability. She may look like she was designed for sexual pleasure, but she was still only in high school! Lydia let him soak within her mouth for a few long moments to let him savor the feeling of his entire cock inside of her throat. She then pulled him out all of the way so she could get a long pull of air back into her lungs. When she had recovered from the oxygen debt she took him back down her throat all the way, but this time bobbed her head.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Brunski groaned.
Lydia hadn’t realized her position until now. She was on her knees, bare flesh on the disgusting hard, dirty floor. However, she was between Brunski, whose cock was currently gliding fully in and out of her mouth, and the brick wall. Brunski continued to press forward with every bob until finally he had pushed the talented cocksucker all the way so the back of her redhead head was against the hard surface.
“Keep that throat relaxed,” Brunski demanded.
The red-haired girl had no room left to move her head and was utterly at Brunski’s mercy. He held his cock in her mouth until he could see her face flush red then begin to turn a bluish color. At that point he withdrew all the way and watched as Lydia coughed and spat large amounts of spit onto his cock, her tits still held in her tank top and onto the ground. Just as Lydia opened her mouth to curse at the asshole, Brunski pushed his hips forward until his cock slammed back down her throat. He watched as her eyes nearly bulged out of her face in shock, small tears forming and rolling over her model-esque cheekbones.
“Gllugghh…uugghhh…awwkkk,” Lydia muttered and gagged as Brunski repeated pushed in and out of her throat.
“Let her fucking breathe, asshole,” Stiles shouted at the man.
Since Lydia had already showed off her gift of being able to take his whole dick in her mouth, Brunski had no problem with face fucking her. Brunski always jumped at the chance to do this with any of the girls he picked up, but finding a high school girl who could deep-throat was rare. And when it came to Lydia Martin, it gave an extra surge of excitement given how hot, curvy and bitchy she was. With her eyes screwed shut, Brunski pushed his huge cock into the beautiful girl until he felt her nose touch his lower portion of his abdomen again. The feel of her plump lips gliding around the very base of his dick was beyond words and after taking a moment to marvel at the occasion he retreated her along his length until only his tip remained in her mouth.
“What do you say?” Brunski asked, watching the long strands of spit decorate his cock while some fell to the ground.
“Ass...hole…” Lydia panted as she took in some breaths.
“Was going for ‘thanks daddy’ but that’s fine too,” the older man laughed before steering his huge cock back between Lydia’s lips.
Lydia didn’t know how long Brunski had abused her throat mercilessly, but eventually he stopped. She had long ago tasted some salty fluid on her tongue, likely the man’s pre-cum after the intense oral session. He was probably getting close to cumming and that is why he pulled out of her ravaged throat and allowed her a chance to recover.
“You psycho,” Stiles cursed.
“You’d know, wouldn’t you?” Brunski retorted before looking back down at the slobbery girl. “You got my dick lathered in lube, didn’t you?”
Lydia gave him a savage glare before looking across at his cock. While there was a large puddle of her spit on the dirty ground between her alabaster knees, not to mention down her top on her perfect tits, his fat cock was glistening in her drool as well. With a smirk, Brunski reached down and helped the busty Banshee off the ground and back to her high heeled boots.
As the redhead was stuck between Brunski’s chiseled torso and a wall, she felt his hands swipe the straps of her tank top from her shoulder before he pulled her hefty teen tits over the edge of her top. With her great tits exposed, the older man gave them a long knead, making sure to twist her erect nipples for added fun. Lydia knew what was coming but she was at least pleased that his cock would be 100% lubricated for its journey into her backdoor. Sure enough, his hands hoisted the lower portions of her skirt onto her back so that her ass and twat were now exposed.
“I’m gonna savor this moment. Fucking the ass of a super hot teen is something you should never take for granted,” Brunski grinned down at her. “Hence the video.”
As he spoke, the older man was clutching the base of his cock and steering it into position. Trying to make it as seamless as possible, Lydia lifted her bent leg up so that it rested around his waist. The horny man clutched the limb underneath her knee with his free hand as he moved closer and pressed his cock head against her puckered starfish.
“Do I even need to tell a butt slut like yourself that you need to relax?” Brunski taunted, his bulbous dickhead pressing against her asshole.
“God, I hate him,” Stiles quipped, drawing a nod from Lydia before she felt her sphincter slowly giving way.
Despite the anger she held for the jerk, Lydia did her best to relax her body and make the initial penetration as smooth as possible. With his dick in position, the arrogant man moved his hand from around his member and placed it on her hip. Holding her firmly in position, Brunski thrust his hip skyward while tractioning down on her waist until he felt the tip of his cock enveloped in her tight, taboo hole.
“Holy fuck,” they both swore at the same time but for very different reasons.
Brunski held steady inside her asshole so that he could adjust to how tight the redhead’s back door was. Tighter without question than any pussy he’d ever fucked, including virgins, Lydia’s butthole was like a clamp of never ending power. Realizing it wasn’t going to relent by just soaking his tip in the first inch of her bowels, Brunski pushed forward until half of his girthy member had penetrated her.
“Ohhh,” Lydia moaned as Brunski pushed a third of his manhood into her rectum.
Lydia’s face had now contorted into a look of persistent screaming. No stranger to anal sex, whether it was normal or supernatural cock, but all times were painful at the beginning. However, the pain began to go down when Brunski began to slowly make short thrusts into her ass. He was only fucking her with the first several inches of his flesh pole, but it was now starting to relax.
“Oh, fuck yes!” Brunski groaned as he started to push in and out with growing speed.
As Brunski began to build up to a rhythm, they were both reaping the benefits. The muscular jerk was greatly enjoying having his dick squeezed tight by Lydia’s insane asshole while the redhead girl had grown accustomed to him being inside her. It also didn’t hurt matters having his shirt-covered chest rubbing against her clit with every thrust into her rectum, giving her more and more pleasure each time. While far from as good as getting fucked in her pussy, it was making the sodomy more enjoyable.
“Tight ass, thick booty and big tits. The jackpot,” Brunski commented between grunts.
“We could do without the running commentary,” Parrish grunted his disapproval.
With Brunski now feeling in control, he took his hand from her waist and reached back up to find her chest once again. Once more, he teased at the small, bright pink nipples, taking them between thumb and finger to twist and pull at them. Lydia enjoyed the playing, especially since he was able to keep a steady and smooth pace fucking her loosening asshole.
“Yes! Fucking take that big fat dick,” the horny man hissed between clenched teeth.
Supported on only one leg, Lydia was still helping him fuck her by constantly flexing and extending the limb. This helped not only drive him stronger inside her but also deeper until he couldn’t push any further. Once he reared back and went back to being balls deep in her once-tight tushy, Brunski stopped altogether with his cock completely buried inside the teenage girl's ass.
“Feel every inch in your ass, slut?” Brunski almost growled in her ear.
“Would be hard not to,” the sassy redhead retorted.
“Good, keep using that smart mouth. Makes the ass-fucking so much more fun,” the orderly grinned.
Lydia watched as the man got a wild look in his eye as if a switch had been flipped. Taking his hands from mauling her tits, he placed them both onto either hip and dug his strong fingers into her supple flesh. Lydia knew that fright would cause her to tighten back up and cause her pain, so she instead focused on the destruction so wrought this night to those that wronged her. It calmed her, which was helpful because at that very moment, Brunski reared his hips back then thrust them forward viciously. The crash of his pelvis against her caused her entire body to shake and she couldn’t help but let a whimper escape her lips.
“Easy Brunski,” Stiles warned the larger man. “She’s only a teenager, not one of the paid prostitutes you’re used to.”
“Keep that here,” he told her, moving one of her extremely flexible legs to around his waist as he ignored Stiles’ comment altogether.
With her legs back spread wide, he had better access to where he needed to be. He was impressed with the Banshee’s flexibility, not that Brunski would be paying her any compliments right now. Regardless, he held firmly onto the redhead as his hips constantly speared forward until his balls swung up and tapped her shapely ass. At this point, the older man used the contact against her pelvis to reverse course until only his tip was holding open her anal ring.
“I can’t wait...uhhh...to see how wide...ahhh...I’ve made your shitter...mmmm...after this,” Brunski grunted without slowing down.
“Disgusting,” Parrish commented.
Lydia really began to wonder what was wrong with her at this point. Despite the added discomfort of having the well-hung man completely destroying her asshole, she was somehow enjoying the experience more now. The girl at one point not long ago could feel an orgasm building inside herself, but now it was really coming upon her. She wished it wasn’t because the last thing she wanted to do was give Brunski the satisfaction of making her cum, especially in front of the rather wholesome Parrish, and her good friend Stiles. And yet Lydia continued taking enjoyment from being fucked by the barbarian.
“Holy mother that hurts a lot,” Lydia groan, manipulating the savage into fucking her even harder.
“Fucking take it,” the horny man told her sternly. “As I pound the fuck out of that asshole!”
“God I’m so close,” Lydia thought to herself.
Despite the unlikely situation, having her asshole completely destroyed by a large cock attached to a man she hated, Lydia was right on the edge of her climax. However, almost as a final ‘fuck you’ by Brunski, the man was about to unknowingly deny her the chance with withhold her hard-earned orgasm.
“Gonna fucking cum,” the sweat-dripping man told the redhead finally.
Lydia wanted to scream in frustration. This savage had been destroying her asshole for the better part of half an hour, embarrassing her in front of her friends and right when she was on the verge of cumming, he denied her! It was the cherry on top of a shitty situation.
“Fucking kneel,” Brunski hissed as he pulled out of her gaping asshole for the final time.
Knowing that she was moments away from fulfilling her deal, as soon as his dick was pulled from her rectum, the gorgeous redhead dropped back down to her knees. Brunski had left it until the last second to pull out of her amazing feeling asshole, so by the time she knelt on the gross floor, one hand was beating his cock while the other went to wrap in her silky red hair so he could hold her face still.
“Ohhhhh! Fuccckkkkk!” Brunski swore.
Her mentioning the facial back at the start of the tryst must have inspired him to do so. Brunski didn’t think he had ever cum as hard or with as much volume before. Lydia had subconsciously dawned the standard facial position of head tilted back, mouth open and tongue extended. Right as she saw the first streak of cum leave his tip, she closed her eyes to avoid the salty sting of jizz in the retina.
“Gooooddddddd,” Brunski cursed again.
Brunski didn’t cum in long streaks but rather in splashes. Many splashes of jizz, in fact. Lydia felt the first drop land on her left eyelid and eyebrow before the next one landed on the side of her nose, and, most infuriating, in her luscious red hair. Brunski kept cumming, the next big droplet on her lips, another on her tongue and yet another on her forehead. Instead of slowing, Lydia swore bigger ropes were dropped as now her forehead took another, as did the same left eye socket. More came with her left cheekbone all the way into her open mouth taking the next, while the length of her nose took a long streak, as did her trademark red hair...again.
At this point, Brunski knew his load was mostly spent, so he beat the last streak right onto her extended tongue before he completed her humiliation by inserting his cock into her mouth. The very cock that had been destroying her ass for the last 30 minutes. Which had been nearly a foot deep in her colon. It was super sensitive having Lydia suck the last few drops from his cock, but it was well worth making the redhead go ass to mouth, especially with the way her face was glazed in cum and yet still managed an expression of disgust and anger up at him.
“That’s a good girl,” Brunski commented, having his phone back in his hand for a close up of his work.
Pulling back out of her mouth, he pulled on the underbelly of his dick before he carefully wiped the last few drops against her pressed plump lips, being sure she didn’t spring up and try to bite him. The demoralized girl didn’t move though, simply just staying in the same spot without movement.
“Call me the next time your ass needs a proper fucking again,” Brunski told the redhead. “Now quickly clean yourself. You have 45 minutes with crazy-ass Meredith.”
*   *   *
“We did it! I found them,” Malia jumped up and down in excitement. After all, she’d never been able to use her scent abilities before, and now she’d done so to find werewolves that had purposefully meant to stay hidden.
“But Malia, they’re all dead,” Derek said, both shocked and mortified by the werecoyote’s reaction.
“Yes, but that’s not my fault,” the gorgeous and blunt girl replied. “And I learnt a new skill! All thanks to you.”
At that, Malia practically launched herself at the still stunned man. Though she was sleeping with Stiles, a lot, she didn’t consider them ‘going out’ or ‘exclusive’. Manly because these concepts of monogamy didn’t exist in her world as a coyote, for which she spent her formative years living as. Therefore, she didn’t think twice about wrapping Derek Hale in a big hug before pressing her lips against his.
“What are you doing?” Derek asked, just as shocked by this action as he was about her reaction to finding a werewolf pack brutally murdered.
“Thanking you. You taught me tracking and now I’m going to give you pleasurable sex,” the werecoyote spilled out for him. “Is that a problem?”
He thought about it for a grand total of one second. “Not at all.”
“Good!” Malia replied before drawing him back in for a passionate kiss.
“Mhmm,” Malia moaned inside him.
The kissing was fantastic but became more escalated when he got his hands onto her. His paws were large, just like she expected but they had a gentle yet firm touch about them. He rubbed down the skin of her back down her spine until his fingers clutched her bubbly booty. She moaned again with that as his other hand started at her jawline and traced down her neck until reaching her breasts, a location Stiles always stopped to knead.
As good as his kissing was, she was happy when he broke the lip lock simply because of the end result. His lips planted small puckers down her jawline until he reached the side of her neck where the combination of his moist touch and hot breath was so arousing for Malia that she needed to wrap her arms around his strong frame to stop her knees from giving out on her.
His hands continued to roam her incredibly long yet curvy body while she remained a puddle of lustful emotion. Despite this, Malia was still able to get her arms to function, using her nimble fingers to undo the zipper of his leather jacket. He broke all contact with her to shrug the jacket off his shoulders, throwing it back somewhere behind him before wheeling back to the werecoyote.
“Bend over the hood,” he told her, leaving no debate open.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that,” she asked, already turning around.
“So I can lick your cute little asshole,” he answered.
Malia was going to banter more with him, maybe ask him if he had x-ray vision in order to know how she had a cute little asshole since he hadn’t seen it before. However, the werecoyote rationalized that she should keep her mouth shut, bend over and get her salad tossed by the guy clearly into that sort of thing.
And she did just that. Before she did though, Malia unbuttoned her jeans before starting to wiggle out of them. Derek stopped her, willing to take over so Malia listened to the earlier instruction by being doubled over at the hips with her plump booty facing out towards him and her perky chest on the vehicle. It was exactly how he wanted her. He wasted no time and soon Malia felt hands ripping down her jeans, followed by her panties, until they were both around her knees so that her ass was exposed.
“Oh…my…God,” Malia swore as his flat tongue licked through her folds.
Rather than go straight for her butthole, which he could now visually confirm was cute and tiny, Derek aimed his attention at her twat. It was already a honey pot brimming with nectar and he liked the taste of her, even dipping his tongue deeply inside her pink hole to sample more. However, he really wanted to rim her asshole so that’s exactly what he did next.
Though some girls may not have known that they liked rimjobs, Malia was confident that everyone would love having their salad tossed by someone skilled at it. Hell, she definitely was and she was a big detractor of it initially, until Stiles opened her up to the idea. Now, as Derek flattened out his tongue and swiped over the clean, puckered hole, Malia grunted in pleasure and even snaked her hand back to help press her face further into her cheeks.
“Ohhh,” she moaned again.
Malia was holding his head in position with her hand while her other pushed back against the SUV’s side in an attempt to get more of Derek’s tongue wedged in her ass. The man had in fact switched tactics, going from simply lapping around the edges of her crinkled entrance to actually forming a wet point with his tongue and cramming it against the center of her asshole.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he said before his tongue returned to licking her ass.
“Mhmm…it feels so good,” Malia moaned before adding. “You’re so far inside me.”
As much as Malia was enjoying his oral treatment of her backdoor, she was going to like what he planned to do next more. Getting up to his feet, Derek did a long lick down from her asshole, down her crack, over her pink hole and hitting her clit one final time. Malia screamed her appreciation as the werewolf got to his feet, his pants undone and around his ankles in the blink of an eye.
“Crap. No condom,” Derek swore, knowing he left his wallet back at the condo.
“Don’t care. Need your dick…now!” Malia demanded.
His 10-inch cock was already rock hard, and though he was dry as a bone, Malia was the complete opposite. With one hand he used his fingers to separate her cheeks as much as possible while his more coordinated right hand stroked his hardened tool. He took one last glance downward, looking at her sexy ass with spit covered asshole and glistening twat.
“Fucckk…yes,” Malia groaned.
The grunt was in direct response to the werewolf pushing half his length into her pussy in one shot. He reared his hips back so only his tip remained in her wet confines before thrusting forward and this time he was successful in spearing the leggy teen with a shapely ass with his entire manhood.
“So tight,” he grunted.
The whole situation made the encounter even hotter for Malia. Here she was, a werecoyote, getting properly fucked by another supernatural creature. And not just any supernatural, but a one-time Alpha werewolf. She hadn’t planned it, after all, she was sort of with Stiles, but after gaining a new skill, she needed a pressure release and she found sex was the best for that.
Derek was fucking her hard, there was no two ways about it. With each thrust forward his cock head guided back into her pussy, tunneling all the way in while the front of Malia’s thighs pressed harder against the SUV. His hands were busy, one hand usually around her ass to either separate to allow him to watch his cock spearing into her or simply kneading the curvy flesh. The other one was rubbing her back and occasionally using it to slap her bottom, using it to ripple and leave a red handprint.
“Fuck me,” she begged.
Malia continued to use her hands to push back towards him to meet his thrusts. She was pleased that he wasn’t being gentle with her, in fact, he was being downright animalistic with her. For all of the positives Stiles had going for him, at the end of the day, he wasn’t a were, therefore unable to truly fuck her as savagely as she got from a Derek Hale. Rather than only use half his shaft on her, Derek had no qualms repeatedly driving the whole thing deep inside her time after time. She didn’t think he could, but Derek surprised her and ramped up the speed even more and she was all the happier for it.
“Yeah? Like this,” he asked, doing several slow but extremely hard thrusts.
“Ughhh…yes…awwhh…please,” Malia grunted.
Sweat was already developing a thin layer on her pretty face and she seriously worried that his fucking was actually going to somehow break the SUV she was being fucked against. Banishing that from her mind, she continued meeting his thrusts with as much force as she could while both his hands seized on her narrow waist to help rear her backwards.
He kept up his crazy hard force, slamming into her at a pace of once her second with her ass shaking in response. Based on the desperation in her voice and look on her face, Derek was able to put it together that she needed to cum soon, and he’d happily give it to her. As if on cue, she screamed loudly.
“Make me cum! Cum all over your huge dick,” Malia begged.
Derek didn’t change his approach too much as he maintained pounding into the werecoyote with everything he had. He was nearing his own climax but knew he could survive long enough to have her squirt all over his member without fear of popping despite how tight her cunt was.
Remembering back when he was munching her tasty pussy and tiny ass, the werewolf ran his hand down from clutching tightly on her rounded hips and moved towards her clit. The nub instantly hardened under his touch and as he brushed it gently it proved too much for Malia. Derek knew it was a successful move when he felt her go rigid, no longer pushing back at him while her back arched as the orgasm smacked her hard.
“OOHHHHH GGOODDDDDDD! YESSSS,” Malia screamed as she came.
Her pussy gripped so tight onto Derek’s cock that it almost felt supernatural. He had to grit his teeth and hope that he could ride out her cumming, but that would only happen if he could pull out in the next few seconds. Finally though, Malia stopped screaming and though her face was frozen with a “O” for a mouth, it was clear to him that she was done.
“Needed that…so badly,” she huffed, coming back into the world again. “You didn’t cum yet though. So what can I do to make us even?”
“Well I wouldn’t turn down a quick suck,” Derek suggested, his eyes darting down to his glistening hard cock.
“A break from the hard fucking with a good dick sucking?” Malia finished his thought.
“Read my mind,” the werewolf grinned.
Malia instantly felt empty and sad when he pulled out of her snatch, giving her one last thrust just for good measure. However, she had finally reached a strong, powerful orgasm so she wanted to show her gratitude for the man responsible. Once his cock was out of her, she spun around and was on her knees, her skin feeling the damp ground of the forest glade.
“Like this,” she asked.
She wore a fake look of questioning as she stuck her tongue out and lightly licked at his dick, which looked even more massive in her tiny hand. She flashed her eyes up then gave him a mischievous smile before she irked him too much, opting to open her mouth wide and swallow half his tool in one go.
“That’s right,” he groaned. “Sucking my cock.”
“Mhmm,” Malia hummed as her head bobbed on his length.
“Ayyee…that’s it. Taste all your pussy juice,” he ordered.
To take his words as literal as possible, she pushed her face towards his groin as far as she could, which was considerable. Though his length measured 10 inches, she easily swallowed the first 5 without problem. With his tip at the back of her throat, she relaxed her muscles further and took the rest inside her gullet until her nose was buried in his thick patch of pubic hair.
“Fuck. Swallow that dick,” he hissed, fingers tightening in her hair.
“Thought you’d appreciate that trick,” she commented after slowly reversing course. “Stiles always pops into my belly when I do that.”
“No more mentioning that spaz,” Derek growled.
With a shrug of her shoulders, Malia repeated her deep throat move several more times and Derek seemed to love it each and every time, well if his groans and fist clenching were to be believed. She inhaled him one last time, holding her mouth as long as she could before oxygen was needed, then she pulled away with several spit strings still connecting her lips to his shaft. After slurping them up with an audible noise, her attention was drawn by more words.
“Need back inside you,” he told her, looking down.
Before she could reply with more witty responses, his arms shot down and his hands hooked under her arms. With one sudden burst of strength, the werewolf hoisted Malia clear off the ground. It happened suddenly and just as quickly she found herself placed on the SUV, the cool surface of the hood sending a small shiver up her spine.
Malia reached down and gave his spit-coated cock a few long drags with her hand before placing him at her entrance. Derek needed no further help as he stepped even closer to her and speared her on his rod once again.
“God, yes,” Malia gasped.
He pushed inside her until his hips met her much smaller ones then withdrew nearly all the way. She screamed again as he impaled her again, this time not pulling out more than halfway. He pummeled her twat like this, the close contact between the two causing their breathing to grow more and more ragged, with sweat starting to populate his skin. Derek was ending up to be a great lay, which wasn’t all that surprising. In fact, he was steadily building her up towards another orgasm, a sensation of cumming twice in one session being foreign to the long-haired beauty.
Derek was preparing to pick up one of Malia’s legs and place it on his shoulder to open her hips wider, but the werecoyote had other ideas. Clearly a big fan of his short yet hard thrusts from in tight, Malia hooked her legs around his waist. It helped that she had incredibly long, and strong legs, which allowed her to not only wrap around Derek’s strong waist, but digging her heels into his naked buttocks to help pull him into herself to the hilt.
God…uggh,” Derek grunted.
The werewolf’s breathing was becoming more ragged with each passing minute, but so too did the volume of her screams. There was no taking breaks to relish the feel of her wet warmth so their mutual passion wouldn’t allow for it. Repeatedly their sweaty bodies thudded together, each contact making Malia’s beautiful tits jiggle within her loose-fitting sweater, which somehow hadn’t been torn from her body.
“Harder,” Malia begged, the need written all over her adorable face.
“Oh I’ll fuck you harder,” he agreed.
His thrusting slowed but nearly doubled in power. Derek reared back his hips at regular speed before burying himself inside the leggy girl with so much force that the vehicle shock. Rather than be harmed by the hammer blow, Malia screamed out in pleasure and dug her heels in harder.
Derek was spurred on by her dirty talk, but it also meant he gave up any last hope of staving off his approaching orgasm. If he had slowed down and maybe changed position he could have gone for another handful of minutes, but he had come too far by this point.
“So close,” Malia moaned into his ear.
With each ridiculously sharp thrust, Derek drew deep grunts from himself and howls from Malia. He pulled her in tighter, feeling her perky tits on his rock hard chest as they both neared their release. Malia continued bucking towards him in an effort to outward portray the spasms of pleasure flowing throughout her curvy body.
“Cum all over my cock again,” he growled through clenched teeth.
His drilling into her was at a steady tempo as he tried to use his breathing to keep his orgasm far enough away to get her to climax first. He would be unable to snake a hand down and stimulate her clit this time, their bodies being too pressed together this time around so Derek had to do it just with his cock, not that he minded the challenge.
“Oh God…shhhittt….fuccckkkk,” Malia panted.
Derek heard her screams then felt her body as it began quaking against his sturdy frame. He looked down in time to see her eyes rolling back into her head before they closed tightly and mouth slackened open. She did one last squeal before being rocked by the powerful second orgasm of the evening.
Her fingers clutched at his shirt and clawed the skin beneath while her thighs and pussy squeezed his waist and cock respectively. Malia’s skin flushed red, most notably on her face, and even as her pussy clenched his dick tighter and tighter Derek kept gliding into her. He was too close to cumming to stop so he endured the bear hug until he had reached the point of no return.
“Need to cum,” he told her, pulling out.
Derek had quickly evaluated the situation and determined several things. He couldn’t cum in her, well he could but didn’t like the risk of knocking the girl up, especially since he didn’t know if the half-feral werecoyote had figured out birth control yet. They were out at a public place so cumming on her face would make a complete mess, and pulling out and cumming on the ground was just so anti-climatic.
Whether Malia figured out his thinking or arrived at the same thought despite having her brain rattled with a second orgasm less than a minute ago. When she felt him move away and knock her legs from around his hips, she continued their momentum and hopped off the vehicle straight to her knees on the ground below.
“Mmm…uggghhhh,” Derek grunted as he came.
He could feel the salt brine bubble up from his balls and travel on its path to eventually blast out of his tip and coat the back of her mouth. Malia had barely closed her lips around his tip when the first of his cum blasts splattered the roof of her mouth. She got over the surprise and started sucking his cock eagerly, drinking up as much of his salty load as quickly as his balls could squirt it into her mouth.
Eventually Derek stopped pumping jizz into her, though Malia didn’t stop sucking for another handful of seconds despite the well running dry. Sure that she had collected every last drop, Malia finished taking down into her stomach the last of his load.
“Fuck,” they both panted after a few wordless moments.
Derek helped the model-esque girl to her feet and gave her a kiss, the cum long since swallowed so he tasted not even a trace on her lips. Just like at the start, a simple lip lock turned into passionate kissing with their tongues rubbing and caressing. When they were both fully dressed and clothes straightened out, they got back inside the SUV before Derek started the engine, leaving Lookout Point behind.
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