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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 7
Show: Teen Wolf
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Lydia/Scott, Lydia/Stiles
Codes: MF, Anal, Oral, Public, School Sex
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: The full moon alters werewolves attitudes. Fresh off being dumped by Allison, Scott easily allows himself to be seduced by Lydia before lacrosse practice. Afterwards, Scott realizes the error he made but is still affected somewhat by the full moon so he uses his status with Lydia to convince her to throw Stiles a bone.

Scott’s day couldn’t have been going much worse. For one, Allison dumped him a few days ago, which was still causing a good deal of heartbreak. For two, his scary werewolf mentor, Derek Hale, was likely dead, which fed directly into Scott’s third problem: the full moon was coming. This meant that the already brooding and emotional-savaged boy was feeling the intense werewolf feelings even more. It was making him angry, and aggressive, and extremely, extremely horny.
“Are you not freaking out? I'm freaking out,” Stiles asked as he was freaking out.
His best friend was yet another irritation right now in Scott’s life. He had somehow made it through the school day without tearing off anyone’s head, which was a near thing. Especially since his super hearing made him listen as his ex-girlfriend and fucking Jackson Whittemore of all people flirted every fucking chance they got. He didn’t know if Lydia and the lacrosse captain had broken up, but Scott knew for a fact that the only words the pair exchanged together were few and hostile.
Remembering that Stiles was talking about his promotion to the first team following an outbreak of strep throat, Scott answered. “What's the point? It's just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in there.”
“Wait, you smell jealousy?” Stiles asked, stopping in the hall to converse as the rest of the team walked to the field.
“Yeah, it's like the full moon's turned everything up to ten,” Scott explained, annoyed at having to explain.
“Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire? You know, like sexual desire? Yeah, sexual desire. Lust, passion, arousal,” Stiles asked as his eyes kept darting down to the far side of the hall.
Looking over, Scott saw what his best friend was looking at. Or rather who he was looking at. “From Lydia to you?”
“Yes, from Lydia to me. Look, I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, okay? I've been obsessing over her since the third freakin' grade,” Stiles snapped.
“Why don't you just ask her?” Scott asked with more than a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Well, to save myself from utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Scott. Okay? So, please, can you just go up and ask her if she likes me? See if her heartbeat rises, pheromones come out,” Stiles practically begged.
"Ugh. Fine," Scott said.
Stiles chose to ignore the extra grouchiness from his best friend, especially since he agreed to help him with his inquiry into if Lydia liked him. He knew Scott was only acting super weird because of the pending full moon tonight, which was really playing havoc with his mind. Then there was his recent break-up with Allison, which really fucked with his head in addition to the lunar cycle.
With all of his teammates emptied out of the change room and heading to the field, Stiles followed them while Scott went the opposite direction. Lydia Martin, the most popular sophomore and hottest girl in the entire school, was standing at the end of the hall. The tall, dark and handsome lacrosse player sauntered up to the redhead, who was in conversation with a friend.
"Hey Lydia,” Scott said as he interrupted the two girls. “Can I talk to you for a minute...in private?”
Scott had no idea how she did it, but Lydia portrayed so much with her big green eyes. After they gave Scott a scan from his chiseled face and down his body, her gaze next went to her friend. By simply looking at the other girl, then down the hallway and back again, Lydia had given her friend voiceless instructions to leave. As the blonde walked away, her piercing eyes fell back on Scott’s face, the redhead licking her lips.
“Of course,” Lydia answered.
Seeing that the halls were still full of students, Scott turned back the way he came, then opened up the coach's office for Lydia to go through. It would give them an area to talk without risk of the coach coming back since practice was minutes away from starting.
As they entered, Scott couldn't help but check out Lydia's body from behind. Despite being only 16 years old, the redhead really was physical perfection. Sure, he hated the fact that she hid her insane intellect so her stupid boyfriend wouldn't feel bad, but that didn't take away from his attraction to her. Today, the redhead wore her flaming red hair with a slight wave, falling all the way down to the start of her breasts. Her insanely large, perfect breasts that any 16 year old would sell their soul to possess. The green sweater she wore ended right at her waist, showing off her hourglass figure, plump ass that was all the rage these days and long, toned legs from under her short skirt.
"Is this about the other night," Lydia asked as Scott closed the door behind him. "Need someone to talk to?"
Before Scott replied, his eyes finished roaming her body, this time from the front. Her sweater was open and she wore a long necklace, which practically begged onlookers to stare at her very impressive cleavage that it rested in. He couldn't be certain, but if Scott had to guess he'd say Lydia had C-cup breasts, easily bigger than his ex-girlfriend's.
"Actually, I wanted to ask you something," he replied, watching as she sat her perfect ass onto the edge of the coach's desk.
Scott took a seat in the same fashion a good foot away from her, but that distance was narrowed as she leaned in towards him, hoping that he would ask her something in regards to them. She was done with Jackson, especially since the handsome boy started flirting with her best friend Allison after the break-up.
"Do you know if Allison still likes me," Scott asked, noting how the other girl's facial expression changed, almost like she was hurt.
"Of course she still likes you," Lydia admitted, taking her eyes off Scott's face and staring into the space in front of her. "As friends. Just friends."
Her eyes returned to looking at him, her cocky smirk returning to her lips right as Scott's face was the one that looked pained now. She could observe him processing her words, even mouthing them silently, trying to come to terms with the revelation from Allison's best friend. Lydia wasn't lying either, her heart made no fluttering or changes in its beating.
"If you ask me," Lydia continued, standing to be right in front of the angry boy. "She made a big mistake. Ask me how I know that."
"How," he did as told, his anger and emotions boiling.
"Because I know you locked us in that room to protect us. Because I know when a guy risks his life for you, you should be grateful," the redhead explained.
Lydia was watching the secret werewolf the whole time she spoke, noting how his normally happy-go-lucky expression was changed. No longer the innocent look, he wore a mask of brooding, no doubt fueled with rage and raw passion after hearing her words. Looking up from the floor, he narrowed his dark eyes at her.
"Are you grateful," he asked with an air of authority.
His words, combined with the intensity of his tone, not to mention the smoldering look he gave her made Lydia feel things. In particular, Lydia felt a thrill run through her entire curvy body, as well as feeling her pussy literally flood in a second. She didn’t try to hide the smile that instantly came to her face either.
With an assured tone, the red-haired bombshell answered: "I think you'd be pleasantly surprised just how grateful I can be."
Scott had moved off the desk, bringing the pair right in front of one another. Without delay, Lydia wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down to hers, though he didn't need the encouragement. They shared one last look with a hunger in both their eyes before they shut and pressed their lips against one another.
Scott had made out with Allison plenty of times, but this time was different, more intense. His werewolf emotions were being tugged by the full moon and Lydia had the highest sex drive of anyone he knew, even more than himself. Their making out was animalistic really, as though they were trying to devour each other with their mouths.
"God you are so sexy," Lydia commented, using her lips to kiss his neck while she felt him rubbing her body all over.
He ignored her comment, lost in the moment of pure passion. He found her lips once more and kissed her roughly, which she obviously liked given she was moaning into his mouth. His hands were busy and just as aggressive, rubbing down her back until finding her ass. Scott couldn’t decide between groping her insanely large tits or her phat booty so he split the difference and had one hand on each of her amazing assets. Her butt was as big and plump as he'd imagined, squeezing it hard into she whelped into the kiss, though still with a smile on her lips.
"So how exactly grateful are you," Scott asked, both hands coming up to roughly knead the redhead’s tits through her shirt.
She gave him her answer through action as opposed to verbal as Lydia pushed the boy away so she could back away from him. As her high heels clicked on the tiled floor, the redhead didn’t go far, only over to the teacher’s desk a few feet away. Scott watched, completely absorbed in lust as he viewed Lydia hike her skirt up to remove her underwear, dropping them on the floor. After hopping up onto the teacher’s desk, the gorgeous redhead opened her legs, and looked at him, her smiling face giving him the last bit of invitation he needed.
“I assure you the carpets match the drapes...only I don’t like carpet,” Lydia clarified as his eyes never left the alabaster skin surrounding her bright pink pussy. “I’m more of a hardwood fan.”
“It suits you,” Scott replied, hypnotised by her bald pussy as he moved closer, at which point the pale beauty wrapped her legs around him. “Are you sure about this?” Scott asked before pulling back hard on her hair so her head snapped back before he peered down into her gorgeous face. “Because I’m not fucking around.”

“Yes,” she nodded. “I want this. I want you.”
Lydia stopped talking, which allowed her to pull his face towards hers, kissing him while undoing his pants. Scott knew first hand about Lydia’s sexual history, but he was still impressed by the ease and speed at which she had his pants undone and around his knees. The moment his cock was free, she held it in her hand, moaning into his mouth as she felt it harden in her hand.
“You ready?” Scott asked, feeling as Lydia dragged his dickhead through her wet folds, gathering her juices.

“You tell me,” Lydia looked up at him.
Several things happened all at the same time. After Lydia used his dick to make a hard rub at her clit, which elicited a guttural purr from the redhead, she took him much lower until he was lined up at her opening. She pulled him in close enough with just her hand on the base of his cock so that he pushed her pussy open with just the first inch of his manhood. At the same time, she dug both heels into his beefy ass to force him to take a step closer. As a result, they both breathed deep as he entered her. She moaned, tightened her legs' grip around him as he began to build his pace.

“Oh...oh Scott...oh...oh wow..” Lydia moaned. “Oh keep going...mmmm...”
“Damn it Lydia! You feel so tight and amazing,” Scott grunted.
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 pummelling 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.
“Mmmm...oh fuu...ohhh....” Lydia moaned as she worked at removing her top.
Always one to help a damsel in distress, Scott moved back from kissing her neck to help her, dropping the sweater on the floor right next to her underwear. Lydia planned on unclasping her own bra but Scott beat her to it, which also had the added benefit of allowing the teen wolf to go balls deep in her tight teen pussy. The way in which he unhooked the bra told Lydia that Scott and Allison had been fucking for quite some time.
“Oh...my...Lord,” Scott stated in amazement as he looked down at Lydia’s tits.
His admiration of her flawless body brought a smile to Lydia’s ruby red lips. Her free hand ran its fingers through Scott’s flaming hair as his mouth immediately went to her large, round breasts. As his lips made a seal around one of her nipples and began to suckle at it, Scott’'s hands were doing double duty. One of them was at her breasts, softly massaging and caressing the perfect globe that his mouth wasn’t currently sucking. Meanwhile, the other had to feel her legs, caressing them from her inner thighs out to her slender calf and back again.
“Mmmmmmm keep going...oooo....” Lydia urged the horny boy.
Scott was preparing to pick up one of Lydia’s legs and place it on his shoulder to open her hips wider, but the ginger princess had other ideas. Clearly a big fan of his short yet hard thrusts from in tight, Lydia hooked her legs around his waist. Her legs weren’t the longest, but they did the trick by digging her heels into his naked buttocks to help pull him into herself to the hilt.
The lacrosse star’s breathing was becoming more ragged with each passing minute, but so too did the volume of her screams. Knowing that students were outside somewhere, Scott put his hand over her screaming mouth, which made the ginger princess smile. Taking the hint, Lydia stopped her noise-making, only so she could trap Scott’s thumb between her lips and give it a blowjob. Her horny display only lasted a few more seconds before Scott pulled his thumb out of her mouth in order to grab onto her hips in order to fuck her even deeper and harder.
“Yes! Like that!” Lydia begged, the need written all over her beautiful face.
“Oh damn, Lydia.” Scott groaned, not slowing down in the least. “I'm getting close...”
“Not...not yet,” pleaded Lydia. “Just a bit more...fuck I'm almost there...almost there.”
Scott didn’t know what overtook him. Maybe the moon started to pull on him a little stronger in that moment, or being ordered around by someone who should be subservient to him irritated the teen wolf. Regardless, the werewolf lunatic was emerging.
His thrusting slowed but nearly doubled in power. Scott reared back his hips at regular speed before burying himself inside the much smaller girl with so much force that the desk shook. Rather than be harmed by the hammer blow, Lydia screamed out in pleasure and dug her heels in harder.
“So close,” Lydia moaned into his ear.
The werewolf, fueled by the pending full moon, realized that this fuck session wasn’t about the redhead’s pleasure; only about his. The red-haired Lydia gave a squick of surprise as the werewolf grabbed her arms and spun her around 180 degrees. His hand, which was now ending in razor-sharp claws, pushed down on the middle of her back between her shoulder blades, forcing Lydia to bend over at the waist so she could rest her large tits against the wooden desk that her thighs were pressed up against.
As his dick pushed back into her pussy, Scott released any reservations and fucked the busty girl. Right from the onset, the werewolf clutched his club-like cock with one hand and rammed it forward. His accuracy was perfect, his tip slicing open the strawberry blonde’s folds and instantly Lydia was filled balls deep with cock in her snatch.
“Oh wow! Mmm! Yes,” the 16 year old cooed as her pussy was invaded. “Give me that cock, big boy.”
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 their skin from his relentless exertion. Looking down to survey his repeated pummeling of his dick into her pink snatch, the werewolf took turns using his hands to deliver slaps to Lydia’s phat and firm booty, turning the otherwise pale flesh a lovely shade of red in short order.
“Fucking take my dick,” Scott growled through gritted teeth
“Ahh! Yes! Fuck me!” Lydia screamed, earning her a sudden sharp jab of his hips forward.
With a smirk, the werewolf resolved to make her regret that comment. Therefore, he went back to fucking her hard, there was no two ways about it. With each thrust forward his cock head guided back into her pussy, tunnelling all the way in while the front of Lydia’s thighs pressed harder against the wooden edge of the desk. His hands were busy, one hand usually around her ass to either separate to allow him to watch his cock spearing into her pussy or simply kneading the curvy flesh. The other one was rubbing her back and occasionally using it to wrap around her silky hair and pull back like the reins of a horse, forcing Lydia’s head to snap back, which made her grimace slightly but also release a moan of pleasure.
“Fuck me,” she begged, clearly enjoying the rougher treatment.
Lydia continued to use her hands to push back towards him to meet his thrusts. The curvy redhead was pleased that he wasn’t being gentle with her, like so many men did based solely on the fact she was only 16 years old. Rather than only use half his shaft on her, the werewolf had no qualms repeatedly driving the whole 11 inches deep inside her, time after time.
She didn’t think he could surprise her, given her extensive sexual history, but when the werewolf ramped up the speed even more and she was all the happier for it. With the werewolf attempting to sexually decimate her, Lydia felt more than up to the task of fucking him just as hard as he was to her. Scott was impressed that a regular human could keep up to him despite the full moon whipping him into such a sexual frenzy.
“Yeah? Like this,” he asked, doing several fast but extremely hard thrusts.
“Ughhh…yes…awwhh…please,” Lydia grunted.
Maybe because she was showing such bravado, or simply the werewolf was finding his stride. Either way, the werewolf turned it up another degree. Reaching down and holding firmly onto her rounded hips to help drive the curvy redhead back to meet his ever increasingly hard thrusts. He kept up his crazy hard force, slamming into her at a pace of once her second with her phat ass shaking in response. Based on the desperation in her voice and look on her face, the werewolf knew that the redhead was desperate to cum. Despite the fact that this was about her showing her gratitude to him, the werewolf decided to happily give it to her. Though Lydia was mere seconds away from cumming, she and her pussy were dragging the werewolf towards his second orgasm of the night as well.
“Make me cum! Cum all over your huge dick,” Lydia Martin begged.
Scott didn’t change his approach too much as he maintained pounding into the curvy teenage girl with everything he had. Lydia’s eyes shut and began to flutter and Scott could feel her shaking. Scott gripped harder onto her tits, knowing that their tryst was nearly complete and wanting to hold them one last time. And almost with that contact she came, Lydia pulling his face even closer to her as her orgasm rocked her.
“OOHHHHH GGOODDDDDDD! YESSSS,” Lydia screamed as she came.
“Fuck! Me too,” Scott grunted as she bellowed.
“I want to feel it! Inside me. Now cum for me...oh I want to feel so..soo..oooohhh my Gooood!” Lydia demanded, still riding out her climax.
The moment Lydia came, Scott lost it and came in her as well. With one last thrust, he came into her, Lydia's toes curling at the warm feeling filling her up, joining in the mix of every other ounce of pleasure. He grunted in her ears a few times before she knew he was spent. A smile came across her face as she felt him kissing her shoulder and neck, and then the boy pulled out as his semen started to trickle towards her entrance.
“Mmmm,” she said, stepping into her panties again. "Told you I could be very grateful," Lydia remarked as she stood up and fixed her long flowing hair.
"Gotta go to practice," he said, already pulling up his shorts.
Before Scott left, Lydia touched his arm. Rather than turn all the way around, Scott turned his head over his shoulder. “Listen, Scott. Anytime you want a repeat performance, call me.”
And with that, Scott smirked as he left the office with the well fucked redhead inside, still leaking cum down her thigh…
*   *   *
The full moon came and went, leaving Scott with a lot of regrets. He didn’t kill anyone, luckily, but that was down to his best friend Stiles and Derek Hale. Despite knowing that Scott had betrayed him, Stiles had still come over and chained the teen wolf up. Stiles only knew his best friend made out with Lydia, and not actually had sex with her. Scott was more than happy to leave out that little fact.
However, he had a lot to make up for. But, the teen wolf had a good idea of how to do that. The only slight hiccup was that Scott needed help for his plan. Which was why he found himself approaching Lydia Martin in the school’s hallways once again.
“Lydia, I need your help to make something right,” Scott pleaded with the stunning ginger.
“Well after the fucking you gave me in Coach’s office, I say I’m willing to do anything you want,” Lydia purred before stepping close and whispering in his ear. “Anything.”
“Good because I need a big favor,” the teen wolf said with a hopeful smile.
“Why am I suddenly a little worried,” Lydia asked with a raised eyebrow.
*   *   *
“Stiles! Stiles, wait up,” Scott yelled as he ran after his friend.
“What man. I’m kinda in a hurry,” he answered, trying to brush the teen wolf off.
“Listen, I know you hate me. I get that. But I want to make it up to you,” Scott stated.
“Make what up? How after I saved you from murdering anyone, you ‘rewarded’ me by telling me exactly what happened between you and Lydia. You know, my crush since grade school. Telling me how her mouth tasted, how her body felt, how hard it made you…” Stiles explained.
“I’m not proud of what I did. I’m a bad friend, I get that. But please just tell me one thing. Will you be home alone tonight?” Scott asked.
“Home alone? That’s what you want to know? Fine Scott. Yes I will,” Stiles snapped. “My dad is working the night shift and I’m not hanging out with my ex-best friend. Now, see ya.”
As Scott watched his friend head towards his shitty blue Jeep, the teen wolf only hoped that Lydia was a girl of her word.
*   *   *
It was 9pm when Stiles heard a rap of knuckles on his front door.
“Yeah, yeah. Keep your pants on,” Stiles called out before arriving at the door. “Holy God!”
“Actually it’s Lydia,” the stunning redhead replied. “Can I come in or…”
“Oh sorry. Yes please. Please come in,” Stiles rambled.
“Cute place. Got anything to drink?” Lydia asked as she sauntered in and took a quick peek around.
“Yes!” Stiles screamed, unable to control his voice. “What can I do you for?”
“How about a gin and tonic with another gin to wash it down,” the girl replied without batting an eyelash.
“Here you go,” Stiles said as he handed her the shot glass of the clear liquid and also a coffee mug holding her specified drink of choice.
Lydia accepted each of the vessels in a hand and gave the handsome man a smile as a thank you. Without hesitation the red-haired girl tossed back the shot and swallowed down the dry gin in one shot. She let out an audible ‘whoa’ before placing the now-empty glass down with enthusiasm on the wooden bureau beside the front door.
“Now how about a tour of this place?” Lydia asked.
“You want to see my house? Um, yeah, of course,” a stunned and confused Stiles replied. “Just give me one second to go grab my tour guide hat and flag so you can find me if you get lost in the crowd,” he joked, drawing a loud laugh from his guest.
“Okay. So Stiles is funny,” Lydia commented as she made a mental note.
Stiles started on the main floor, showing her the kitchen, living space and powder room. Next stop was a walk down the steps into the basement to show her their source of pride within the house; the man-cave. The walls here were furnished with movie posters and sports memorabilia while inside the large rec area were plush leather seats, a projector and white screen that was well over 100-inches.
“Very impressive,” Lydia told her host. “Is that…”
“Yup. Over here in the games section of the room we have some arcade versions of pinball and Mrs. Pac-man,” Stiles answered before she could get the words out.
“Amazing,” the redhead said.
Lydia seemed to have drifted unconsciously towards her favourite video game as a child. Stiles watched on as his crush booted up the game and started to play a solo game. He didn’t know the last time she played the classic arcade game, but Lydia did quite well, playing for well over 25 minutes before finally succumbing to the dreaded ‘game over’.
“You did really well,” Stiles said, clapping at her accomplishment.
“Only 4th placed good. Not even a medal spot,” Lydia frowned. “Whose this MSS ass clown that has the top 3 spots?”
“That ass clown, as you so elegantly put it is me for your information. And he is awesome at Mrs. Pac-man,” Stiles said proudly.
“MSS? One of the Ss is Stiles. What’s the other S and M stand for?”
“Well it's Stiles Stilinski and the M might as well be for mystery. I would love to tell you but a man needs to keep some mystery about himself,” he laughed. “Now even though you were insulting and didn’t make the top spots, I’ll still give you the reward of finishing up the house tour.”
“Oh what a gracious winner you are…dick,” Lydia insulted while smiling warmly.
The pair shared another laugh then moved away from the source of their competitive friction. They next ascended the stairs back to the main floor, went to the kitchen to have another nightcap then climbed the last set of stairs to the topmost floor.
“And lastly, this is my bedroom,” Stiles said from the open doorway.
Stiles had been simultaneously dreading and eagerly anticipating this moment throughout the whole tour. In fact, showing her his bedroom was the last thing he did for a reason as it gave him time to find his nerve. Even now, he didn’t know how to proceed. He didn’t really know the redhead stunner well at all, but on the other hand, Lydia was insanely hot. He’d had a crush on her since grade school, and now here she was in his house for some reason and now all he had to do was make his mouth work and ask if she wanted to see the inside of his bedroom.
Before Stiles could either summon the courage or crash and burn, Lydia spoke. “Mind if I take a look around?”
The smiling girl didn’t wait for an answer from her gracious (and stunned witless) host and instead walked straight inside. The room was nothing special. It had grey carpeting, a nice shade of blue decorating the walls and a large window, which was currently allowing a vast amount of moonlight into the space.
“It’s been a long day, mind if I lay down as we chat,” Lydia said.
The curvy redhead stared at the awkward man who still hung around in the doorframe with her big green eyes as she got onto his blanket and rested her head on one of the pillows. Stiles slowly wandered into his room and walked around the queen-sized bed so that he was facing the girl once more. Still unsure of how to handle the situation, he sat tentatively half way up the bed with his body twisted in an unnatural angle in order to look at her beautiful face.
Lydia saw this and patted the bed beside her, adding in, “Come on, I won’t bite.”
Stiles flashed her another toothy smile then swung his legs onto the bed. He leaned back until the back of his head landed on the other soft pillow at the head of the mattress then rolled his lanky body over so he was resting on his right shoulder. Placing his hand on the side of his head, Stiles propped himself up so he was now slightly looking down on Lydia.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
Lydia didn’t respond right away. Instead she wiggled her body towards the much taller man until her body was up against his surprisingly strong chest. She noted the look of slight apprehension on his face but chose to ignore it as she rubbed her large breasts against his muscular pecs. She couldn’t help but give him another of her beaming smiles when she felt the bulge in his pants poke out and touch the naked skin of her inner thigh.
“Now I think we’re both more comfortable,” she finally answered, their faces inches from one another. Stiles swallowed deeply then was about to say something but Lydia cut him off before any words came out. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Stiles was meaning to ask his crush why she had showed up at his house, let alone why she was in his bed. However, those thoughts were the furthest thing from his mind. Instead, the goofy boy nodded his head at the redhead’s demand. She reached around his head with her free hand and lightly clutched him here and used it to bring him in to plant a kiss on his lips.
His first thought was how soft and plump her lips were, like small wet pillows. As they continued to kiss, they opened their mouths and tangled their tongues with one another’s. This dance of tongue rubbing and lip smacking went on for minutes as they were both caught moaning at times throughout their make-out session.
“Oh my God. This is happening,” Stiles hopefully just thought, though he may have said it out loud.
Lydia moaned as his powerful oral muscle licked her own tongue and inner flesh before moaning again as his hand landed on her skirt-covered hip. Hoping he wasn’t being too eager, Stiles’ left hand roamed up the side of her body as they continued to kiss. As he passed up her ribs and over the bare skin of her arm, their tongues moved back into the middle zone that their lips had made. By the time he was running his long fingers through her thick red hair, Lydia’s tongue was the one now exploring his mouth.
Eventually Lydia broke the kiss and opened her wide eyes to stare at him. Stiles noted that her skin seemed to be glowing in the moonlight, making her look somehow even more attractive than normal. Their kissing had caused the much shorter girl to begin to pant in order to catch her breath.
“I think we should release this Kraken from his tight prison,” she said.
Stiles, who still had his hand holding her head, tugged her closer to him and kissed her once more. It was more a form of distraction for himself, as Stiles feared he’d shriek in utter delight. By the time their lips were planted on each other’s, Lydia’s hands were reaching down and in the process of undoing his pants. Within seconds the curvy girl had unhooked the belt, undone the button and unzipped his jeans with little issue.
“Oh dear Lord,” Stiles groaned.
With the pants less of an obstacle now, the adorable redhead reached her hand into his jeans and fished out his very erect cock. Placing her hand lightly around its base, Lydia disengaged from the kiss so she could look down at the fleshy member. She was very pleased to find that her kissing partner had a serious piece of pipe. Much like him, Stiles’ dick was long, measuring somewhere in the neighbourhood of 10 inches plus had a good amount of girth as her thumb and middle finger could barely wrap around and touch each other.
“Seriously impressive, MSS,” Lydia gawked up at him, referring to Stiles by his arcade game initials.
With her head diverted downward to scope out his junk, Stiles wasn’t going to just sit back and do nothing. He lowered his head down so that he could kiss gently down the milky skin of her neck. Lydia must have liked his attention given the purring that was emitted from her mouth with each and every kiss.
Stiles’s hands descended down from her luscious locks and down her body, all while the talented girl lightly stroked the length of his impressive tool. By the time his strong fingers had hooked the hem of her white sweater, Lydia had managed to completely remove his pants from his lower body, leaving him nude below the waist.
“I, um, suppose I don’t need my pants anymore,” Stiles half stated, half asked.
“Mmm,” Lydia replied before noting his apprehensive nature in regards to his hands. “Well I have you at a disadvantage so why don’t you take off some of my clothing too.”
He desperately wanted to even the scales and get them back onto neutral territory in terms of clothing so he acted decisively. Grabbing hold of both sweater and underlying shirt, Stiles pulled both upwards until he could see her flat stomach and the underside of her purple bra. Unfortunately to go any further required Lydia to release his cock, which she did at both of their disappointments. Moving even faster now, Stiles finished yanking her sweater overhead followed swiftly by clumsily unhooking her bra to release her breasts.
“Sweet mother of God,” Stiles swore as he gazed upon the most wonderful sight in his 16 years of life.
All of his processing went into staring at her recently freed tits now. Stiles watched the perfectly spherical globes as they hung directly in front of her chest as if held by an invisible support. He still couldn’t believe that the girl that was only a sophomore in high school and measured all of 5’2” could have such large and perky boobs, yet the evidence was right in front of him.
“Are you just going to stare at them all night or you gonna do something about them,” Lydia mused.
Stiles gave a half-smile and his face reddened slightly at being caught in a juvenile moment but quickly righted himself. Leaning back down, he captured the redhead’s lips with his own and kissed her for a few passionate seconds then broke it off in order to run his tongue and lips down her sensitive neck. As the tall man kissed his way down towards her chest, Lydia wasn’t exactly rolling over and being lazy. Still propped up on her left side, the large-breasted girl re-took his hardened dick in her tiny hand. Unlike last time, this time when she began stroking his manhood she had more pace and purpose about it.
“Yup. Definitely died and gone to heaven,” Stiles remarked as he was beaten off.
By the time Stiles reached the uppermost portion of Lydia’s right tit, he immediately put her pink nipple into his mouth and applied suction. He moaned unconsciously against her sensitive flesh, the vibration of which making the gorgeous redhead coo as well.
Stiles was reluctant to shift their positioning at all as everything they were doing felt so good. He had moved down to giving her other perfect boob some oral attention while Lydia had changed to doing short strokes around the head and smooth portion of skin just beneath his crown. However, he wanted to move on from hand action, but first thing he had to do was make her lose more clothing.
Moving his hand from cupping her free globe, Stiles moved it further up onto the smooth skin of her upper arm. Sliding down, he didn’t stop his progress until his palm was against the meaty part of her thick ass, another pleasant asset given her tiny stature. After a hearty squeeze, which brought a soft moan from the beautiful girl, Stiles' hand found the waistband of her purple skirt. He rolled her until she was flat on her back then used his arm to wrench the clothing down her smooth legs and then tossed it somewhere behind him.
“Matching panties,” he smiled before removing them much in the same fashion as he had done to her skirt.
This time around Stiles would be more aware of his actions when taking in more of her naked form. Looking down at the heavy-chested girl, Stiles almost gasped at what he found. This being his first girl he had seen full frontal nude in person, he found that where Lydia should have had red pubic hair above her bright pink (and glistening from horniness) pussy, instead was more milky white skin.
“I much prefer the clean, hairless look,” Lydia commented as if she’d read his mind, all while she ran a hand along her smooth pubic area.
“Ditto for me,” Stiles agreed. “Now you’ve had a long night of losing at Mrs Pac-Man so why don’t you lay back and relax.”
“You dick!” Lydia retorted in mock outrage.
While it was a new phenomenon to have a guy offer to go down on her willingly, Lydia had a deal with Scott to make this extra special for his best friend. Therefore, just as Stiles was getting his lanky frame down to nestle between her thighs, he found that the redhead was on the move. Quick as a rabbit, Lydia pushed off the bed and sat upright so that she was eye-level with the descending man. Clutching his right bicep and pulling him towards her, Stiles allowed the tiny girl to move him as she desired. This meant that he ended up with the back of his head resting on the pillows and she the one kneeling between his long legs.
“Actually I should probably show my regard to the better Mrs Pac-Man player,” she replied with a cheeky wink.
Stiles wasn’t going to argue with this turn of events, after all, his dream girl wanted nothing more than to blow his dick! Her hand had found his lengthy shaft once again and was effortlessly stroking his entire member smoothly. Lydia sank down further to bring her head closer to his lap and opened her mouth wide to accept his above-average sized girth. Stiles noted that her long hair may be in the way so he extended a long arm to coral her mid-back length hair to keep it out of her face. With that last issue no longer an annoyance, Lydia descended her head the last few inches and placed his entire cockhead in her mouth. She could hear him moan in pleasure with simply her lips touching the sensitive skin, then when she applied suction and began tracing circles around his pee slit he gripped the sheets violently.
“Oh my fucking God,” Stiles grunted as he squeezed harder on her hair.
Encouraged by the obvious pleasure she was eliciting for him, Lydia pushed forward and took more of his lengthy member into her mouth. Once his tip tapped against the back of her throat she held him with half his length swallowed in her mouth. While she sucked on the top portion, her hand was clutched firmly yet still softly around the bottom half and was stroking the remaining flesh with her smooth hand. She let him savour the moist warmth of the inside of her mouth before slowly dragging her wet lips along his cock until only the every end of his tip was left.
“Best day of my life,” Stiles grunted.
Lydia could have easily deep-throated the boy, but she knew that it would have ended in him pumping his seed prematurely into her stomach. Having assured Scott she’d show Stiles a great time, Lydia went with a slow and sensual blowjob that would still be of the highest quality. Lydia found her stride of balancing speed and smoothness of her motion as her red-haired head bobbed up and down the tall man’s dick. She worked her body in perfect rhythm as her mouth continued to occupy the top half while she maintained stroking his portion, unable to fit between her plump lips.
Stiles was learning all new things about his long-term crush this evening. One was how amazing of a cocksucker she was. Graced with seemingly boundless energy and had skills no doubt honed through practice, the curvy girl slurped and sucked his member continuously. Two was that she must do a lot of endurance work because in the 10 minutes she had been blowing his fleshy pole, Lydia hadn’t surfaced for air nor lost any of her frantic pace.
As much as Stiles was enjoying Lydia’s well-versed fellatio ability, his resistance to spooing a healthy amount of jizz down her throat was ebbing away. However, he didn’t know if tonight’s random pop-by visit was only for a blowjob or if Lydia had more planned for him. Therefore, before he got too close to his climax, Stiles cleared his throat.
“Um…should I…did you want…what are we…” Stiles stammered, trying to find the right sequence of words.
“You wanna know if we are going to fuck or if this is just a blowie situation?” Lydia summed up pretty accurately.
“Well…wow…yes,” Stiles nodded.
“Don’t you dare cum yet. I have more plans for you,” the gorgeous redhead replied.
Knowing what the score was now, Stiles knew that he had to break the perky redhead’s skilled oral attack. Acting quickly before his mind got washed away in the pleasure the curvy girl was doling out, he rolled to the side just enough so his dick popped free of her talented mouth.
“What the…”
Lydia started to say before she was cut off by Scott's best friend's hasty and decisive movement. Flexing forward as if doing sit-ups, the tall man hooked his hands under Lydia’s arms, feeling her bouncy tits against his palms in the process, then pulled her up the bed. He placed her face in the pillows beside him then shuffled quickly down the bed so that he was now between her prone legs.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize the position that Stiles wanted her in. Grinning because of his take-charge attitude, Lydia planted her palms against the soft mattress and pressed herself up. This move rewarded the tall boy with the redhead’s insanely plump bubble butt being drawn up to be almost directly in front of his smiling face.
“Fuck subtlety,” Stiles thought to himself.
Not holding back at all, Stiles bent forward and his tongue instantly contacted her pink folds that his fingers had already plunged the depths of. Licking up from her nub, the successful boy dragged his tongue skyward until reaching her tight hole. Pushing his head even further against her, Stiles felt her ass cheeks against his closed eye sockets as his tongue buried deep in her twat.
“Oh God yes,” Lydia shouted uninhibitedly.
Stiles, so lost in the passion of his first tryst with his dream girl, was running on lust and desire. Technique, which he had none of anyway, was an afterthought. Therefore, it came as no surprise when his tongue spilled out of her amazingly sweet pussy and licked over her crinkled asshole. He tried to fix the problem immediately but only managed to lick it again on his way back into her pink slit.
“Oh sorry,” Stiles apologised, hoping it wouldn’t cause his crush to boot him from the bed.
“Sorry? For what? Being a member of team booty?” Lydia asked by looking back at him over her shoulder. “Listen, I’m down for whatever that Mrs Pac-Man-loving brain is into. And I mean everything I just said.”
“Anything?” Stiles asked, hoping he wasn’t pushing his luck but also desperate to know.
“Let me spell it out for you, Stiles. If you want to eat out my ass then I expect that tongue so far up my colon that it gets lost on the way out. If you want to fuck me in the butt then I have lube in my purse and a real can-do attitude. Understood?” Lydia asked after painting that thorough picture.
“Oh God. You’re perfect,” Stiles eventually managed to sputter out.
“Just say the word and let me know what’s on that perverted mind of yours.” Lydia finished with.
Rather than tell the gorgeous girl what he was thinking he decided to show her in an action. With his hands still clutching her thick butt, he pulled the cheeks apart further which brought her light pink colored asshole more into view. If Lydia was confused as to Stiles' motives at this point then he put her wonder to rest when he dipped his head towards her once again but this time his tongue met a different target, only on purpose this time around.
“Whoa…mhmm,” Lydia squalled in a mix of surprise and pleasure.
Though he hadn’t ever been with a woman sexually, given what he found attractive on girls at school and his porn habits, Stiles had fully embraced that he was an ass man. He loved watching girls in their yoga pants, and of course he couldn’t get enough of watching women in porn get sodomized, always wishing it was his cock sliding between their cheeks. And now it appeared he would finally get to try it…with Lydia Martin of all people!
“I’m into anal,” Stiles said before using the flat surface of his tongue to lap at her puckered hole again.
“Mmhmm…yes…awwhhh…I can…ughh…see that,” the redhead replied between moans.
“Of course I’d understand if you’re not,” he added, giving his roommate’s sister the out if she wanted it.
“I’ve been known to take a stiff cock up my ass from time to time,” the curvy girl said while looking back over her shoulder. “Jackson has me listed in his phone as ‘anal girl’.”
Stiles could barely register what his ears were trying to compute to his higher brain centers. He stared into space, his eyes on her but not focused on her in any way and tried to overcome what she had said. It was possibly the sexy sentences a girl had ever spoken and he was doing his best not to jizz on the spot.
“What can I say, I’m a butt slut,” Lydia added with a grin back at the stupidfied boy. “To be 100% honest, at this point I almost prefer a stiff cock up my ass then in my pussy.”
“Seriously,” he couldn’t help but ask again.
“For sure. The orgasm is just so much more intense.”
“Wow.”
“Now seriously…are we just gonna talk about getting that dick in my ass or are you actually going to do it,” the sassy redhead commented. “Here.”
Lydia had moved briefly in order to grab the aforementioned bottle of lube from her purse, which was resting beside the bed. Before handing it to Stiles, she took a handful and smeared it around her asshole before actually dipping first one, and then a second finger into her bowels to grease up the anal ring.
While Lydia was fingering her own asshole, Stiles had lubed up his cock with more than enough of the slippery fluid. Even after his shaft was slippery beyond belief, the excited boy added yet another squirt of the stuff onto himself. He noticed that instead of staying on her knees, the gorgeous redhead rolled onto her side before encouraging Stiles to join her. The moment he was laying behind her, Lydia squirmed her back against his muscular chest, her plump ass nestled in his lap.
“Time to fuck me in the ass Stiles,” Lydia stated in a sweet voice as she looked back over her shoulder at him.
Stiles nearly blew his load immediately upon hearing that one sentence leave Lydia’s mouth. However, he took several deep steadying breaths and focused on getting his insanely slippery cock buried in the redhead’s insanely thick booty. His hand slid several times off his manhood before Stiles got a good grip around the base of his pole. He had to slow himself down so that he lined himself up with her own slippery hole. She knew it was time to go when the familiar feel of a cock head pressed against her backdoor and came to a rest.
“Put your hand here,” Lydia instructed, placing his palm onto her topside hip. “And hold me steady.”
Words once again could not explain how horny the red-haired girl was making him. She completed her tease by wiggling her hips, simultaneously sensually rubbing his tip with her crinkled entrance while leaning back against his spear to add pressure. Stiles snapped out of the lust spell that Lydia had placed him under and finally reacted. Squeezing her hourglass hips with more intensity, he pulled her backwards while also pressing his hips in towards her. He didn’t want to be too forceful to start so it took a good 10 seconds until he felt Lydia’s forbidden hole yield, accepting the first inch of his cock in the process.
“Mhmm…ughh,” Lydia gasped with mouth wide.
Stiles also groaned, but he made a conscious effort to temper the volume of his, not wanting the experienced girl to think it was first time penetrating an asshole before, despite this being exactly what it was.
“Oh crap! Are you okay?” Stiles asked, stopping his momentum once Lydia’s hiss of discomfort pierced into his consciousness.
“You’d be surprised how much it stings having your butt spread two inches wide,” Lydia quipped. Despite her comment, the redhead started to push back against him. “Luckily, I’m awesome and adapt fast.”
Being on their sides was perfect for the pair. In the beginning it allowed for the horny man to be in control while also allowing him to feel her smooth curvy butt cheeks on his hips and lower leg, not to mention the access to her tits. Stiles would have preferred greatly to be seeing her large globes bouncing around freely in front of Lydia while he continuously worked his most of his pecker into her rump, but he’d have to be satisfied at the moment for merely groping them.
“Greatest day of my life,” Stiles moaned, giving Lydia’s large chest an extra squeeze and jiggle to accentuate his point.
The position was useful for Lydia as well. Being on their side gave him control but also tempered how deep he could go unless she wanted more. Despite her copious amounts of anal experience, being sodomized with a small baseball bat such as Stiles possessed meant being cautious. And yet despite this being his first time, Stiles was proving himself to be an excellent anal lover, both gentle and considerate while also firm and enjoyable. She continued to encourage his thrusting deep into her bowels by rocking her hips back at him as he thrust his cock forward, causing her shapely ass to jiggle on contact.
“Go on your back,” the redhead ordered, her words stopping her steady stream of moans.
“I’m just finding my stride though,” Stiles replied, his hips smacking her ass cheeks 3 times while he spoke the short sentence as he continued to fuck the beautiful girl.
“A hot girl who is letting you drill her in the ass gives you an order and you argue?” Lydia asked.
Stiles couldn’t argue with that rationale. Doing as he was told by the shorter girl, Stiles pulled out of the warm and tight confines of her anus, much to his chagrin. Lydia had moved over as soon as she felt his cock, which had been occupying her bowels for the better part of the last quarter hour, pull free. This left the space open for the tall man to go supine onto his bed, his legs and arms slightly spread making him look like an elongated star.
Lydia crawled over to him and threw her leg over his lean body to straddle his waist. Reaching back between her legs, the redhead gave his erect tool a stroke before holding it sturdy at the base. Moving quickly as she didn’t want her anus to have crinkled back up, Lydia sat down and took half of his member back into her ass in one shot.
“Shit! You’re so damn tight,” Stiles moaned with eyes closed.
“Bet you say that…mhhmmmm…to all the girls…ahhhhh…that let you ass-fuck them,” Lydia quipped.
Lydia was standing with her feet planted on the soft mattress on either side of Stiles' toned body. Pushing down into the bed, the curvy redhead rose up on his dick until only the tip remained inside of her then let the tone go in her leg muscles so she sank back down. After 2 or 3 more times Lydia was back to taking all of Stiles' member go in and out of her tightest of holes.
“How do you like my tits?” Lydia asked, noting that the horny boy hadn’t stopped staring at the wildly bouncing globes the entire time.
“Best thing I’ve ever seen with my eyes,” he grunted, both hands immediately shooting up to knead them.
Lydia smirked at his remark, happy in the knowledge that the lucky man was as big of a fan of her glorious boobs as she was of them. The thought didn’t distract her from continuing to bounce her amazing body up and down his rock hard dick, skewering herself in the ass each time she descended on his tool.
“You’ve been holding out on me with this beauty,” Lydia moaned, working up a sweat as she rode his thick cock.
Stiles couldn’t believe how extraordinary this girl was. She had the face of an innocent angel yet she was taking his dick in her ass with ease and loving every minute of it, if her chorus of moans were anything to go by anyway. Over and over she rose up only to swiftly fall back down his veiny member, eliciting primal grunts from them both.
He was completely unaware of time as he merely focused on the sensitization of her tight anal ring squeezing tightly yet comfortably against him, the sight of her bouncing perfectly shaped tits and the feel of her small but well formed bubble butt. However, time was taking its inevitable toll on him and his fledgling sexual endurance.
“Almost there,” Stiles grunted through gritted teeth, trying to hold out for as long as he could.
“Cum for me baby,” Lydia cooed, seemingly to thrust herself down even harder on his erection.
“You haven’t cum yet though,” he replied while straining, edging closer to sweet release.
“Do I have to remind you about questioning the orders of a beautiful girl you’re currently sodomizing?” Lydia asked with a grin. “So, like I said, cum for me!”
Stiles nodded his head in understanding and did as the gorgeous redhead demanded. He had next to nothing left up his sleeve to ward off his orgasm any longer, though he had lasted a good 20 minutes longer than he’d have thought.
“Oh fuck! Here it comes,” Stiles warned with urgency. “UGGHHH!”
“Yes! Fill me up! Give my ass all that cum,” Lydia begged.
And with one final plunge into her asshole, Stiles shot his entire load inside her bowels. His eyes were squinted shut and his mouth released a mighty bellow as his dick pulsed and spasmed, emptying his contents. The orgasm was intense, more intense than anything he’d ever experienced in his life. All other orgasms he had never came close to feeling so powerful, and likely never would. Not after the lengthy ass-fucking session with the girl of his dreams.
“Lydia…I…that was…wow,” Stiles stammered. “I don’t know what I did to deserve that.”
Lydia smiled down at him as she swung her leg over his body and got down to the floor. Locating her clothes, Stiles watched the gorgeous redhead get dressed even as cum trickled from her well used and still gaping asshole.
“To be honest, after a performance like that, I’ll be popping by when I need a good fucking,” Lydia said as she showed herself out.
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Melissa McCall heard the deadbolt on her front door slam open, despite the person on the other side of the door trying to be as quiet as they could. The nurse picked up a baseball bat, one of several around the house as she crept closer to the door, which was now slowly opening. She pulled the bat back, prepared to bash in the brains of the home invader. Luckily, a moment before she started her downward swing, she recognized the man, or rather the boy.
“Stiles!”
“Oh my God! Ms McCall,” Stiles shouted in surprise at the baseball-yielding mom.
“You have a freaking key? Well of course you do,” Melissa grumbled. “It’s 10pm. What are you doing here?”
“Stiles?” Scott asked from the top of the stairs.
Ignoring his mom’s question, Stiles ran up the stairs and gave his best friend a massive hug before whispering in his ear.
“I’m still a little hurt but I know what you did,” Stiles whispered. “And I love you, man!"
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