When Carol Sykes started high school, her father gave her a few words of wisdom that she's carried with her ever since. "Your morals will be tested, sweetheart, but never forget that you're a Sykes. You're an upstanding young lady, and one of the Lord's proudest and most righteous disciples. Never let your faith waver", and to this day, she hasn't. Carol has made a name for herself as one of Hargrove High's most notorious busybodies. A nosey, pushy, and deeply judgmental moral authority that's gotten half the school running in the opposite direction when they hear she's coming. If it wasn't for her boyfriend, Derrick, nobody, and I mean NOBODY, would put up with her, and deep down Carol knows that. A part of her doesn't know why he said yes, why the hunkiest and most desirable boy in school would ever agree to go out with the President of the Abstinence Club, but another part of her is just so thrilled at the idea of having Derrick all to herself that the "why" really doesn't matter. Sure, they've had their ups and downs (mostly downs lately…) but it's not for a lack of effort! She knows what he's after, what all hormone-driven teenage boys want, and she's more than willing to bend the rules just a little if it means keeping Derrick's eye from wandering…
But how can she compete with the likes of Winnie Hart, Derrick's so-called best friend. The two of them were practically inseparable! Normally, Carol wouldn't think twice about Derrick's male friendships. After all, Derrick's straight as an arrow! Winnie Hart, despite all his claims to the contrary, obviously WASN'T! It didn't take a psychic to tell you that Winnie Hart was nothing but a shameless, godless, hell-bound temptress, just waiting for the chance to sink his claws into Derrick and drag him down into the depths of his perversion! Just look at him, with that long, silky-smooth mane of perfectly sleek, chocolate-brown hair, hanging down past his dainty shoulders, with long fringes beautifully framing his slim, seductive face! His eyes were big and wide, gentle like a doe's, and bright like gorgeous, glimmering emerald. His skin was flawless, smooth like glass and as white as porcelain, with pops of soft pink blushed across his defined, feminine cheekbones and those irresistibly fat, pillowy lips (far too puffy, pouty, and plump for anyone, let alone a MAN!).
Carol almost envied how tightly cinched his waist was, how his narrow upper half flairs out into those unbelievably wide, voluptuous hips, so thick and wobbly that wearing jeans were completely out of the question for Winnie. His luscious, silky-soft legs and those mind-numbingly massive, marshmallowy thighs made Carol seethe with envy, but not as much as Winnie's ridiculously round, obscenely fat globes of tantalizingly thick, doughy wobble-flesh did! It wasn't just that Winnie's ass was far fatter, juicier, and jigglier than Carol's could EVER hope to be, it was the way they loudly and obnoxiously "CLAPPED" "PLAPPED" and "THWAPPED" with every exaggerated swish of his overgrown hips! How you could hear that petite, pouty-lipped fag-doll wobbling around from a mile away, and the way Derrick's would nearly snap his neck while turning his head in whatever direction he heard his oh-so-clingy best friend coming from!
Carol just knew, like it was a divine warning from the Lord himself, that the conniving, devil-worshipping sissy was just scheming to steal Derrick away from her, and she just couldn't let that happen! She was the right woman for Derrick, and she had to make sure HE knew that!
Derrick wasn't answering her calls this morning. Her stomach was in knots, but Carol somehow made it to school, her mind a jumbled mess of racing, panicked thoughts. Then, she heard it.
"Come on, Derick~ you promised ♥" That sick, needy purr in his voice, it sent shivers rolling down Carol's spine. She lurched down the hall, racing towards the source of that godless, slutty sound. And there they were, Winnie and Derrick, flaunting their "friendship" right in the middle of the hallway for everyone to see! IT WAS SICK! How dare that goddamn faggot lay a finger on her boyfriend without her present!
Winnie was all dolled in a tight white baby-tee, the cropped top showing off his smooth tummy and clinging to those soft, perky itty-bitty titties jutting from his delicate chest, while his magnificently massive, meaty, bubbly bitch-cheeks were packed into a pair of skintight, ass-hugging pink yoga pants; molded so obscenely to the ungodly thickness of his suffocatingly thick thunder-thighs and those colossal, quaking wobble-spheres that SMACKED with every slow shake and shimmy of Winnie's eye-catching hips.
His soft, slender hands slowly danced across Derrick's enormous, powerful chest, his massive, exquisitely sculpted muscles glistening gorgeously from his early morning workout, slowly pushing up the fabric of his sweaty muscle-tee until his drool-worthy set of carved and rippling six-pack abs were peeking out; letting hungry eyes linger on every beefy, bulging ridge, as Winnie's girlish fingers grazed attentively across each finely built muscle like it was a treasured work of art.
Carol could see it in his big, dazed eyes, could hear in the way he gasped at every deep, rumbling word escaping Derrick's lips, could feel it when Winnie bit his bottom lip and purred like a starving sex-kitten in HER boyfriend's ear! That BITCH! "He" definitely wanted to steal HER man!
"Pretty please ~ my parents aren't home tonight , and you know how lonely I get ♥ it'll be our little secret, I promise . carol won't ever know~ heheh… it'll be just the two of us, just like old times ~" Winnie cooed oh-so-sweetly, shivering as Derrick's big, burly hands raked attentively down the contours of his Coke Bottle waist; squeezing playfully on his wide, childbearing hip, while the tips of his thick, meaty fingers just so happened to dig into the mesmerizing mounds of plump, pillowy, doughy-soft bitch-cake he was packing in those yoga pants.
THAT'S IT! SHE'D SEEN ENOUGH!Carol stormed out of her corner and marched right up to her two-timing boyfriend like a bat out of hell! She spun him around (well, not really, the man was like a TITAN! She could barely turn his shoulders!) and pointed her finger right in his face; those heavy, heaving, creamy-white udders, so mind-bogglingly fat and jiggly that she needed to keep her sewing kit on her to fix the buttons popping off her blouse all the time, staring Derrick right in the face, with her sterling silver cross pendant smothered right in-between her violently bouncing cleavage.
"What on God's green earth is going on here, huh?! YOU'VE GOT SOME SERIOUS EXPLAINING TO DO HERE, MISTER! And YOU!" Carol hissed, nearly poking out Winnie's eye with how fast her finger was pointed in his face. "Didn't I make it clear that I could see right through your little charade? You're nothing but a soulless sodomite, trying to corrupt Derrick with all that temptation you're carrying around on your backside!"
"DERRICK AND I ARE JUST FRIENDS, YOU BIBLE-THUMPING PSYCHO!" Winnie shot right back, getting right up in Carol's face. "Besides… If you're sooo worried about your boyfriend, why haven't you been putting out, huh?" A haughty smile worked its way across Winnie's lips, as Carol's face turned beet-red!
"D-D-D—DERRICK!? Have YOU been telling t-t-this FUCKING FAIRY about our intimate issues?! How could you?!"
"Don't blame him, not his fault he's saddled with a frigid prude for a girlfriend. See, I'm sure you've seen, or maybe you haven't, but Derrick's a 'big boy', and he's got 'big needs' that you're just not taking care of~ Only right that he vents to his very best friend every now and again, hehe… I'm always willing to help, especially if you're not doing your part to give him what he needs~" Winnie's sweet voice might've been dripping with contempt and malice, but that smug smile never once moved from his face.
Carol on the other hand, looked like she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown! "You listen to me, you sniveling spawn of Satan! KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!" She barked so loudly that the crowd forming in the hallway nearly doubled!
"Or… What? You'll pray me to death? Sic your squad of repressed Jesus freaks on me? oh my stars!~ I'm so scared! Won't someone help me? Pᴜʜʟᴇᴇsᴇ! You're not fooling anyone, Sister Christian. I know you want a piece of him, but you're just too scared to pull the trigger. Anyway, like I said, Derrick and I? Just friends. And tonight, we're having a sleepover at my place, isn't that right? Mmmm…~ We're going to have sooo much fun! I'll take good care of Derrick, like I always do! real good care, he he ♥ So don't worry, at least someone will be giving Derrick what he really needs…~" Winnie's eyes looked Derrick up and down, devouring him like a piece of meat and lingering on the impossibly large, beefy bulge packed inside his shorts.
"DERRICK! I FORBID you from spending the night with this homosexual temptress!" Carol could hear them all snickering, whispering, but she didn't care, at least she tried not to… But…
"god it's embarrassing , right "
"Seriously she sounds like a crazy bitch."
"Imagine losing your boyfriend to his best friend …"
"were they ever really a couple Winnie and Derrick were always meant to be."
"poor Carol, she never stood a chance."
"it's what that judgmental bitch deserves. I hope Winnie slobbers on Derrick's big fat donkey dick just to spite her."
'SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU! MOUTHY LITTLE SINNERS! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU ALL THINK!' Is what she wanted to say… But all that came out was…
"ᴰ—ᴰᵉʳʳᶦᶜᵏ… ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ…" Her trembling voice hitched, as Winnie rolled his eyes and gently cradled Derrick's cheek; guiding his deep, piercing eyes back onto his radiant, deep green gaze, as his fingers slowly raked through Derrick's thick, lush hair, so sweet and tender.
"I ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴇ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ… Tʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜʏ I ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ᴀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ… Cᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, Dᴇʀʀɪᴄᴋ, sʜᴇ's ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ… Tᴇʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғғ, ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ~ Wᴇ'ʀᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? Sʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴜɴʟᴇss ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ…" Winnie's gentle whispers were like a spell, one that could easily any big, burly beast of a man. Carol knew this, knew she couldn't compete with somebody so completely out of her league…
Upon Carol's sudden interjection between the two "friend's" "completely platonic and non-sexual" show of skinship, a sudden, awkward coldness filled the air, a grimace borne from Derrick's rugged face that filled the woman with a jilted anguish the likes of which she had never known since her mother's untimely passing. Derrick, cocksure and self-confident as he was, didn't seem to take too kindly to being told what to do...if anything, the closeness of his "hug" only grew that much tighter and cloyingly, overwhelmingly strong, a lewd whimper escaping Winnie's mouth as he stepped in front of his "friend" and confronted the fat-breasted blonde with a sigh of disappointment...like somehow she was the problem for trying to lead the man of her dreams down the path of righteousness! Whatever that simpering sissy tramp was doing to keep him wrapped around his finger like that had to be stronger than any devilish spellcraft she had ever heard if it could make a man of virtue like her Derry-Darling so easily stand up to her in front of all these people!
"Carol, you told me you'd try to quit it with harassing my friend all the time. For the last time, we're not...some fucking couple plowing in the school bathroom every other hour whenever you're out of sight. And even if we were...would it even be your business? The most I ever got when we were together was touching your tits, and yeah, I know you're all about saving yourself for marriage, but I told you that's not gonna work for me. Didn't you say we should take a break from each other if I'm not gonna bend on that?" He scowled at her, thick, dark eyebrows furrowed with a judging gaze that bore a weight that felt strong enough for her to sink beneath, stronger than the weight of her father and deacon Black's stern faces when she tried to go out in those whorish clothes that were so fashionable for girls her age.
She tried to mumble out a response of some kind, desperately looking for a flaw in his reasoning, or at the very least some new slanderous rumor she could toss into the air that would ensure that even if her darling man ordained to her by the Lord himself (he had to be! The flutters in her heart and...in her special, private place could only be a sign that Jesus wished for them to be wed...and to be fruitful and multiply according to his word...over and over and over and over again...). And yet...she came up with a net nothing, befuddled and wracked with anger as she cursed herself for tossing out that ultimatum yet again, remembering the advice she had taken at the deacon's request when she vented her frustrations over her last month's confession.
The sinner seeks to lead your love away from you and into the hands of evil, but sin can only take root when man is without good guidance to avoid it. Make yourself scarce, sister. Tell the man that you will leave him if he chooses his path away from you, and surely you will find that he will see, when without the love of a good, God-fearing woman, how wrong he truly was...
But that was THREE WEEKS AGO! And now, as Derrick was looking down at her, his cold brown eyes cutting through her like razor blades while that fat-cheeked demon with his devilishly round, feminine face arching up into HER MAN'S neck and drinking in his morning scent, ripe and woody with just the slightest hint of musky, masculine sweat from his morning workout (a scent that made her feral in ways absolutely unbecoming of a child of God...), she couldn't detect even a hint of regret to be found! Where was the longing! Where was the heartfelt apology as he tossed aside everything to be with HER as things were meant to be? Where was the ~~groveling and confessions of needful, heart-breaking desire that led to hours upon hours of steamy, nasty, bed-breaking, bull-rutting monkeysex like in those forbidden books she read from the Abstinence club's "confiscated materials?~~
God it was like Carol couldn't help but keep digging herself a deeper and deeper grave, and that was only making Winnie's happy, downright vindictive smile grow even wider! He was practically grinning from ear to ear, listening to her whine and whimper like a spoiled brat who was finally realizing she couldn't always get her way. In a way, Winnie knew what she felt. All these years, he'd been watching girls toy with his best friend's heart (and balls) and letting him down constantly. Didn't matter who it was, or how big they talked, in the end, they would always leave poor Derry feeling disappointed and with a serious case of raging blue balls. It just wasn't fair, he didn't deserve that, and if Winnie had his way, he never would again…
"So, to me, it seems like you're throwing another one of your weirdo hissy fits again. I'm sorry if you're all upset that we're not gonna be together for valentine's day, but that was your choice. You and all the other bitches in this school keep letting me down anyway...so if that's what I have to look forward to, well, I don't see anything to be upset about with hanging with my buddy on valentine's. C'mon Winnie, I'll walk you to class." Derrick finished, wiping his hands of the conversation like...like there was NOTHING more to be said, a submissive nod from his "friend" as "he" pushed his face into the crook of that towering titan's beefy arm as it snaked across his neck, the pair pushing past her with the edge of Winnie's enormously wide breeding hips bashing into her from the side right as she turned around to watch Derrick's fingers clearly, tauntingly SINKING DEEP INTO ALL THE MARSHMALLOWY SOFT SMACKMEAT IT COULD GRAB AT ON ONE OF WINNIE'S CHEEKS, DAMN NEAR MOLESTING THE BOY WITH HOW HE SHOOK THOSE JELLO-Y JIGGLE SPHERES AROUND FOR HIS AMUSEMENT AS THEY ROUNDED THE CORNER AND DISAPPEARED FROM HER SIGHT!
Winnie's whole body trembled in pure delight as Derry's huge, hulking arms squeezed possessively around his tiny, cinched waist. It just felt so right, so natural, he completely melted right then and there, whimpering while he resisted the overwhelming desire to plant a big, wet, hungry kiss on Derry's perfect lips. 'You're just friends', he needed to remind himself, as the stiff, swollen clitty buried between his ludicrously luscious thighs was demanding some much needed relief. 'It doesn't mean anything. Just a perfectly natural response to being touched. Totally doesn't mean I'm crushing on my best friend or anything…', even just thinking it felt like a lie, but Winnie couldn't admit it to himself quite yet, especially not with the Christian Carol giving her Sunday Sermon right in front of his face. In the meantime, he could just wrap his slender arms around Derry and cling to him as tight as he could; burying his face in his rock-hard chest and drinking in the mind-melting aroma wafting off the massive, musclebound teenaged Adonis. That irresistible stud-reek was only making his quivering cutesy clitty ache and leak sweet, sugary femme-cum even harder, it was just a miracle it was so adorably small and thin that you couldn't even see it through those skintight yoga pants.
And as Derrick finally let that self-righteous bitch have it, and sunk his big, burly hand into the astoundingly soft, bubbly squish-meat bouncing off Winnie's bountiful, bitch-boi wobble-cakes, the smug little fag-doll eagerly craned his neck back to get one last look at Carol before he and his "best friend" headed off. The look of dejected defeat on her face was absolutely delicious!
"Aw~ Don't be too sad, Carol. Like I said, I'll take real good care of Derrick~ I promise ♥" He giggled, leaving her with the sound of him gushing about big and hard Derry's huge, bulging muscles are, as they disappeared down the hall.
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Despite how dainty and fragile he looked, P.E. was actually Winnie's favorite class, not because he liked exercise or because he was some undiscovered athlete, no, it was because he got to see his precious Derry work up a real hard sweat… And then help him get all clean after. Everybody in class knew the drill by now, Derrick would wipe the floor with everyone in whatever sport they were playing that day, football, soccer, basketball, it didn't matter, the towering teenage stallion would clobber them all without fail.
His shirtless body would be dripping with sweat, and the pungent stench of his earthy, hyper-masculine stud-musk would seep into every corner and crevice of the gymnasium. Girls (most of whom only took this class because they knew THE Derrick Kinsley would be here) would swoon and stare at the unsettlingly massive behemoth growing harder, longer, and beefier inside Derrick's shorts, as all that testosterone started pumping through his body. By the end of class, Derrick would be rock-hard, that ungodly enormous, fatly-veined horsecock threatening to tear his sweat-soaked, precum-stained shorts clean off his body, before he eagerly darted off to the locker room to get cleaned up…
"PLAP" "PLAP" "PLAP", like clockwork, Derry was greeted by the dulcet tones of his outlandishly phat-assed best friend wobbling those captivatingly huge, round, bouncy bitch-cheeks around in whatever skimpy, undersized panties he was wearing that day, as he prepared the biggest and most spacious shower for what had to have been his favorite daily ritual. At first, the rest of the boys tried not to stare, but now? They couldn't tear their eyes off this spectacle, hell, a couple were even secretly recording it with their phones!
Winnie smiled at Derry, standing up on his tippy-toes to plant a sweet peck on his rugged, stubbly cheek, before the unreasonably curvaceous sissy shortstack laced his tiny fingers between those thick, meaty digits and eagerly led Derry into the hot, steamy shower stall. The only piece of clothing left on Winnie were his teeny, lacy pink panties (which looked like a micro-thong around the sheer expanse of his mammoth-sized twerk-shelf), and thankfully the big wet spot right in the middle was being covered up by the warm, relaxing water cascading down their beautiful young bodies. It was a little tradition that Winnie liked to save Derry's shorts for last, almost like he wanted to make a show of getting those off.
"You made me sooo happy today, Dᴇʀʀʏ ♥ you finally stood up for me… finally put that mean ol' Carol in her place. It felt good. You looked sooo good~" Winnie teased in Derry's ear, while his hands glided down his huge, brawny frame, tracing down further and further, until tightly squeezing around the gigantic, beefy baseball bat ripping Derry's shorts apart at the seams. Even with the shower curtain wide open, and all those eyes prying in on them, Winnie didn't once look away from Derry, his heart-shaped eyes completely and wholeheartedly fixated on the stunningly sculpted heartthrob looming over him.
"Fᴜɢɢʜʜ... ♥ Iᴛ's sᴏᴏᴏ ʙɪɢɢɢ… Mean ol' Carol doesn't know what she's missing. None of them do. None of them deserve you, Derry ♥ You're too much of a man for any of them, but don't worry, I'll always be here to take good care of you ♥ I mean it…" Winnie's surprisingly powerful fists gripped around that cotton-wrapped fuck-slab as tight as he could, pumping back and forth, all slow and sensual, while he slowly arched his back and hiked his humongous, heavy wobble-spheres high up into the air; bouncing and clapping and twerking like a video vixen straight out of a music video.
"THWAP ♥" "CLAP ♥" "SMACK ♥" "WHAP ♥", faster, harder, sluttier, Winnie's heart-shaped eyes grew bigger and wider, slowly filling with all the desperation and pent-up lust boiling over inside of him, as he pushed both his hands inside Derry's soaking wet shorts and grabbed a hold of the raw, hot, pulsating pillar of cunt-skewering cock-beef that's attempted to rail at least half the female student body.
"Derryyy ♥♥♥ Can I take them off now? Everybody's waiting, hehe... Let me get you nice and clean, like I always do ♥ Lick you all over till you're totally spotless, just like a best friend should… Maybe today I could even, heh… Put those pretty pink lips to use and give you what you've really been needing… It's not like I'm gay or anything, I swear, I just want to make sure my best friend is having all his needs met. After all, he's the biggest, strongest, and best man I know, bar none ♥ I would do anythinggg for him…" Winnie's needy, purring voice was brimming with such hot, fuck-starved desire, as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of Derry's shorts, pulling down slowly, while waiting for his "straight as an arrow" best friend to finally give him the go-ahead.
Gym class was always a cinch for Derry, the absurd athleticism gifted to him by his incredible genes and rough and tumble training made him a one man team of ten olympic tier athletes at this point. His chart-topping speed and school record breaking wins made it pretty much every sports clubs' top goal from day one of the school year to pull him to their ranks by any dastardly means necessary. Most times, the other team barely even tried to put up a fight, knowing how destined they were for failure the moment THE Derrick Kinsley was put in the lead of their opponent's rank and file.
Today though, a bunch of rowdy, rambunctious freshman placed on the opposing side actually managed to get it in their heads that they could scrape out a win...which meant that Winnie had the clitty-hardening pleasure of watching as his "best friend, totally not obsessed mancrush" actually had the chance to flex those broad, beefy muscle of his, sweating from head to toe and making his already incredibly carved physique go from glorious to downright divine as he rippled with the dewy moisture and tense, rippling veins of victory all over his studly frame by the time their team made a totally uncontested win. God, he wasn't even on the same team today, but Winnie couldn't help but cheer him on in sheer lustful awe of how absurdly strong he was...i-in a friendly way of course! He was just proud that his best buddy was such an absolute monster on the field ~~(and probably in bed)~~.
Just like how, as his soft, dainty hands trembled and grabbed Derry's pre-spewing behemoth of a shaft through his gym shorts, so fat and bloated that it looked like it was about ready to pop out of its fucking confines then and there, he was clearly just teasing his bro with a post-game crotch grab to congratulate him on the big, hot hefty...juicy pair of musk-soaked nuts that...gave him the bravado and go-getter energy to stay such an unchallenged champion! W-what else could they be for in that kind of context...
Derrick, for his part, was shivering slightly at his "best friend's" PLATONIC AND NONSEXUAL touch, his abs flexed and a short, gravelly grunt pouring through his mouth as warm water spritzed the two of them...drawing from the school's shitty heater and leaving the other boys to rinse off with ice cold sprays of unkind water pelting them from above like barely melted hailstones...though even that discomfort did little to stop the growing audience around them from bearing pulsing erections at the sight of that lovestruck sissy slowly peeling off the only covering for the biggest, studliest, most superior alpha-cock that had ever or would ever grace the locker rooms of Hargrove High.
While he put on a face of cool, stoic unbotheredness, he couldn't deny to himself how much he loved it when Winnie got like this, the way his hands worshipfully traced across the broad, sculpted muscle of his thick, broad V-taper and drooled over the hard-fought-for musculature packed upon his titanic teenage body, reaffirming his already healthily sized ego and making him feel like more of a man than any girl he'd ever gone out with (especially Carol), Derry was no fag of course...but he certainly didn't mind the attention his best bud was piling onto him in the slightest.
"Heh, yeah, totally not gay bud, but the way you were looking back during that game, you might have given someone the wrong idea...all that staring and barely enough playing, I know you aren't exactly the athletic type, but you can at least try running up on me. Trust me...I'll take it easy on ya..." Derry smirked back at him, nodding his head and giving a short, bitten off growl when his shorts peeled away and his fat, veiny prick popped free, his words sounding like a clear innuendo to something far less straight than the brotherly display of non-sexual affection that was clearly going on before the eyes of every boy in their gym class, and clearly betrayed by how his pulsing, prodigous pussy-splitter of a cock looked FAR from ready to take it easy on his dear friend.
"Well, you said you were gonna help me out right? Get real deep in all those hard to reach spaces? Come on Winnie, if you can't pull your weight in gym class, you can at the very least clean me off after I take one for the team and make sure we actually keep our win streak, gotta show some school spirit...and what better way than cleaning off the captain with that pretty little tongue?"
"Oʜʜʜ… Mʏ… Gᴏᴅᴅᴅ ♥♥♥" Winnie squeaked, eyes going wide like saucers, as his fat, drooling tongue lolled lustfully out of his piping hot maw. The entire room went silent, as the looks on everyone's faces said it all. Jealousy, envy, admiration, all of it was pouring out of each and every one of those complete and utter weaklings. None of them, not a single one, could ever even dream of competing against THE Derrick Kinsley! How could they? When he was lugging around one of the fattest, beefiest, heaviest cuts of grade-A Alpha cock anyone's ever seen? An actual, honest-to-god monster cock, coiled with thick, bloated veins fatter than Winnie's own fingers, and crowned with a massive, meaty, mind-bogglingly oversized cockhead that not a single girl at Hargrove High could swallow without straining their jaw! They all watched as steaming hot wads of thick, chunky, white-hot pre-seed spewed uncontrollably from the giant, twitching pillar of womb-wrecking fuck-meat, splattering across Winnie's smooth tummy and mouthwateringly soft, marshmallowy thighs, and just completely caking him in the brain-breaking aroma of pure, unadulterated virility that's been filling his dreams non-stop for years!
"Oh yeah? You'll take it easy on me, huh? Hehe… And what if I don't want you to? What if I want you be hard on me? Real hard ♥" Winnie teased, as his soft, juicy tongue slowly scraped down Derry's flawlessly built frame; slipping between the bulging ridges of his washboard abs and drinking up every drop of studly sweat caught between them, before he slowly dropped down to his knees. Winnie pelted Derry's colossal, tree-trunk legs with hot, sloppy, worshipping kisses, moaning and purring so hungrily as he tongued every beefy, corded muscle like a fuck-starved sex-kitten just desperate for "her" master's praise. He licked, kissed, spat, and slobbered across Derry's thighs, calves, and quads, leaving him glistening in a thin sheen of his sweet, sugary saliva, before the shameless junkie, high off the drug-like sweat his "best friend" was absolutely drenched in, shifted his dark, ravenous gaze onto the pair of pendulous, loudly rumbling jizz-kegs staring him right in the face.
"Why don't I get these cleaned off for you too, Derryyy ♥ I mean, just look at these big, fat, yumm—I mean, sweaty balls… They need a little attention, don't you think? It's totally not gay, right? Just two 'bros being bros', right? Helping each other out, like bros do, hehe…" Winnie growled seductively as he opened up his steaming hot mouth, nearly unhinging his jaw, and devoured one of Derrick's humongous, swollen, jizz-packed nuts like a starving lioness feasting on a fat, juicy cut of meat!
"ᴹᵐᵐᵖᵖʰʰᵐᵐᵐ ♥♥♥ ᶠᵘᵘᵘᵍᵍᵍʰʰʰ ♥♥♥ ᴵᵗ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉˢ ˢᵒ ʰᵒᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʷᵉᵃᵗʸᵎ ˢᵒᵒᵒ ᵍᵒᵒᵈᵈᵈᵎ ˢʰᶦᶦᶦᵗᵗᵗ… ᴵᵗ'ˢ ˢᵒ ʰᵘᵍᵉ… ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢˡᵘʳᵖ ᵒⁿ ᶦᵗ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ, ᴰᵉʳʳʸʸʸ ♥♥♥ ᴳᵉᵗ ᶦᵗ ⁿᶦᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜˡᵉᵃⁿ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᵖᶦⁿᵏ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ…"
"SLLLIIICCCKKK ♥♥♥" "SCCCHHHLLLUUURRRPPP ♥♥♥" "SLLLUUUCCCKKK ♥♥♥" "PTOOEY ♥ GLURKGLURKGLRK ♥♥♥", God was Winnie concentrating so hard, his eyes got so intense and serious (when they weren't rolling into the back of his skull), as he wrapped his wet, sudsy fist around Derry's huge, ungodly fat monster rod (or at least tried to) and got it all slick and soapy; jacking him off like a true best friend would, before stuffing another one of Derry's ginormous, cum-churning balls deep inside his vacuum-tight maw! His cheeks ballooned, filled to the brim with that mind-meltingly sweaty pair of bull-sized balls, while Winnie's hands caressed Derry's humongous, steel-like legs and beat his heavy, cunt-clobbering fuck-meat like an A-list pornstar!
Suddenly, with a sickeningly sloppy "POP", Winnie's dripping, drooling, furnace-like mouth pulled back from Derry's gigantic, veiny stud-nuts, as he looked up at his gorgeously soaked best friend with the sluttiest, nastiest, most dazed look in those alluring green eyes.
"Bet Carol couldn't even dream of doing this… Stupid prissy bitch is too busy on her knees, praying to Jesus, when she should be on her knees worshipping a real god right here. You don't deserve that, Derry… You deserve to be treated like a KING. Don't you worry though, I'll give you what you need, I promise ♥" With a devious grin plastered across his scheming face, Winnie's fat, puffy, cock-slurping lips slowly came right up to Derrick's enormous, jizz-pumping mushroom tip; his fat pink tongue moving slowly across his oozing slit, scooping up chowder-y globs of protein-packed pre-seed and shoveling it right down his greedy pink gullet, while he planted the sweetest, most tender kisses all over that obscenely bloated, purplish-pink knob.
"I know it's been throwing you off your game lately, not getting any head... What would the team do if you weren't playing your very best, Derry? The stupid, weak sluts at this school can't suck dick properly, and I know that's been sooo tough on you ♥ Sooo… Lemme you help you ♥~ Your best bud will suck you off till your balls run dry, hehe… It totally isn't gay, like you said, we're just two bros being bros~ It's even cheating either, right? Since I'm not a girl and all ♥♥♥ It's basically the same as using your hand, honestly. You wanna? Hehe… Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ғᴜɢɢʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏʙʙɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ, Dᴇʀʀʏ~ Sᴏ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ʜᴀʀᴅ… I know you want it, I can feel it, just tell me and I'll help you out, buddy~ I promise ♥"
"Totally not gay bud. I mean, the locker room's full of other guys, they'd say if something looked off, wouldn't they?" Derrick grunted down at his friend in that smooth, sexy voice of his, his sturdy, brick-thick jaw clenched tight and baring a grimacing look to their audience that would instantly quiet any wannabe clowns who saw this as the perfect opportunity to take the biggest, baddest stud in school down a peg.
Not that any of them were even close to thinking of such a thing, given how preoccupied most were with escaping the oppressive aura of Derrick's mean, manly gaze and overwhelmingly powerful aura of effortless intimidation. With no small portion sticking around to watch with aching lust as Winnie's soaked up fag-cakes bounced and twerked for only one man in the entire locker room while he descended into absolute, unwaveringly loyal, obsessive cock-worship the likes of which none of them would ever come close to seeing...envious of the only real man among them as they watched with the impotent desire of a cuckold flogging his pathetic pindick to the sight of an untold pleasure he would never be graced with.
And some among those ached with another deeper, more taboo desire, an envy for the dirty-talking fagboi bitch currently slathering the football captain's sweaty nuts with his slobbering tongue and stroking away at his hefty breedpillar, rousing a festering seed of doubt within those men that thought they were "100% straight" (or at the very least, not bottoms) as even they fell victim to the unmitigated powers of attraction that that hefty hunk Derrick boasted without even trying. His growls of brutish pleasure were scalding and hot, a sizzle in the air as his pulsing cockshaft raged and trembled between Winnie's furiously tight fingers, biting down at his lip as his hand patted down the back of Winnie's head and sent him purring like a cock-loving, cum-loving kitty-pet as he "hazed" him with his "totally not lusty dirty talk" teasing…
"Oh really? Can't really blame me for being so pent up with you around, shaking that juicy fag-phatty in my fucking face every other day. You're lucky I let you off with just this, Winnie. A soft little bitch like you, if I wanted I could bend you right over and STUFF THIS DICK DOWN THAT TIGHT BITCH-BOI BOOTY RIGHT NOW...well, if I was gay that is...but nah, you know you WANTED this. You knew I broke up with Carol, and when I wasn't getting any, there you were twerking that fat bubble ass every other second and choking my dick through my pants...only right that you fucking...TAKE IT!" His coarse voice faltered as his hips hitched from the teasing ministrations of his "boy-friend's" greedy gob, rolling across the swollen tip of his beefy cockbat with the expertise of a decades-working backstreet tramp, an unintentional jerk of his bearish palm slamming a full 6 inches of his engorged manhood down the bitch's mouth before yanking him off.
They shared a long, sordid stare, the slime-coated upper ridges of Derry's giant bulldick connected to Winnie's face by long strings of spit and coagulated pre-sludge, keeping him just far enough from taking it in his mouth to make sure Winnie was whining, bouncing on his haunches and practically BEGGING to be fed the hot, sweaty slab of oversized hunk-cock, delicately grabbing the base of his dick and THWACKING it off his face just to feel the springy soft bounce of those lovely cock-milking lips on the underside of his shaft and see the desperate look on his best friend's eyes that never got old.
"You know what? You're fucking right...bitches at this school, none of them are built to take a dick like mine. Too tiny, too frail, can't even take half before they're ready to cough up all these inches and run off to their little bitch boyfriends again...you though...you're not like that aren't you Winnie? You're gonna drain every drop of spunk I got in these nuts, huh? I haven't even beaten off in a fucking week, you really think you can handle all that? A week's worth of backed up ball-gunk stuffing that tiny throat? If you do, well, feel free to try...and you better make it damn good too, you might not be a fag for sucking me off, but if you give me shitty head, you definitely are." He made sure to maintain eye contact throughout his speech, his cock throbbing with an unmistakable weight that made it feel like a fully charged power tool on his face, taking charge as he always did with that aggressive, domineering personality that made Winnie so smitten with him...his...his leadership skills...as he grabbed the throatslut sissy and slowly guided him to engulf his cock once more as he groaned with pleasure.
"FUCK! Shitttt that is some good damn throat. Goddamn, don't know why the fuck I was holding out for that little bitch Carol to finally put out...not when I've got my bro here...shelling himself out with a tight ass fucktoy throat for me to dump every load in..."
Gᴏᴅᴅᴅ ♥♥♥ Winnie loved it when Derry got like this! All rough, and mean, and nasty, it made his trembling little bitch-button quiver and gush even harder! He sounded like such a STUD, such a big, strong, mean MAN, the kind of man a prissy little prude like Carol Sykes could NEVER appreciate. Fᴜᴜᴜɢɢɢʜʜʜ ♥♥♥ Winnie was already feeling SO FUUGGHHING COCK-DRUNK, and Derry's thick, veiny donkey dick wasn't even buried down his pretty pink throat yet! He was HIS soft little bitch-boi, his needy, nasty little cock-tease fag-sleeve, his hungry little cock-gobbling slut-cunt! Anything THE Derrick Kinsley wanted him to be, Winston "Winnie" Hart II was more than happy to be it!
Suddenly, with a big, hard SLAP, Winnie's throat was stuffed with SIX WHOLE INCHES of Derry's chokingly thick fuck-spire, and GODDD was it HEAVEN ♥♥♥ His squishy, spongy throat-walls clenched instantly around that gut-punching godcock, already dripping, and gushy, and oh-so-slobbery, as his pussy-tight throat-cunt melted into the hottest, softest, neediest fuck-sleeve for DADDY DERRY to fuck like a ravenous animal! Winnie's mountainous mounds of clapping, cock-gobbling stripper-booty were busy BOUNCING and SMACKING like those colossal, quaking bitch-cheeks had a mind of their own; the rhythmic "WHAPWHAPWHAP" like a drumbeat for Derry's perfectly muscled hips to follow, as he dragged his violently throbbing bitch-breaker back and forth through Winnie's insanely wet, squelching throat-pussy for what felt like A SPLIT SECOND!
And the SECOND Derry tore that gorgeous piece of mind-ruining bully-beef away, poor Winnie looked like he was going to burst into tears, whimpering and whining like spoiled little brat, while thick ropes of stringy, spunk-laced slobber still connected those glossy, lipstick-smeared cock-pillows to the big, beefy brute-dick that's been keeping him awake at night. Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ғᴏʀ, ɪғ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜɢᴇ, ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? And Winnie eagerly returned the favor, slurping and kissing all over Derry's gorgeous cut of red-blooded, country-boy Alpha meat until it was completely painted in his baby-pink lipstick.
"I ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ɪᴛ, Dᴀᴅᴅʏ—I ᴍᴇᴀɴ, Dᴇʀʀʏ ♥♥♥ I can handle it, I promise I can! I'll swallow every fugghing drop of your pent-up baby-batter, Derry! I'll suck you sooo good that you forget all about what's-her-face! This big fat manly monster dick is MINE, and I'll treat it sooo good, I swear ♥♥♥" Winnie squealed, all that frustration and desperation filling his voice, before his steaming hot mouth hung open and inch after inch of Derry's rock-hard, thick-veined stud-slab plunged deeper and deeper down his quivering pink throat-pussy!
It was like Winnie's inner cock-doll was coming out in full force! His eyes went blank, totally dazed and completely delirious, as he pulled Daddy Derry's cunt-wrecking cock-beef out of his throat and spat. Aʟʟ. Oᴠᴇʀ. Eᴠᴇʀʏ. Lᴀsᴛ. Iɴᴄʜ. Until it was utterly drenched an inches-thick coat of his sweet, sloppy throat-slime. Then, and only then, did Winnie slip that dripping cut of All-American stud-meat right back inside the sweltering hot confines of his quivering, fleshy fuck-sleeve of a throat! He pinned Derry back against the wall, letting him lean back while he did all the work, as a true best friend would!
The way his tiny throat bulged around every last goddamn inch of that gargantuan monster cock was like a living spectacle, but ғᴜᴜᴜɢɢɢʜʜʜ if Winnie wasn't the most talented little cock-sucker in all of Hargrove High! His perfect pink throat-pussy didn't just fit like a glove, suck like a vacuum, and slobber like a loose faucet, it quivered and writhed like a real bitch's tight cunt! And forget about a gag reflex, because Winnie must've lost his YEARS AGO, his greedy gullet like an endless void that devoured Derrick's donkey dick right down to the beefy, bloated base faster than he could've ever imagined!
His cheeks hollowed out till his face looked like the perfect little cock-doll, eyes hopelessly fixed on his precious Derry's deep, piercing stare, as he worked those completely stretched, paper-thin lips all the way back up to the towering teenage colossus' monstrously fat tip, sucking the chunky, coagulated ball-batter straight from it like a jumbo straw, before burying his sloppy, sticky face right against Daddy Derry's musky crotch, taking in deep, greedy whiffs of Daddy's musk till his brain nearly came leaking out of his ears!
This wasn't just some cheap and nasty deepthroat, Winnie was making ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛғᴇʟᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ to Derry's dick, and clearly the loudly moaning, obnoxiously slurping sissy-slut was loving every second of it! The others watched like it was some kind of perverse mating ritual, the sense of anxiety in the air melting into a mind-numbing haze of lust and depravity, as the gaggle of soon-to-be future cucks watched the only REAL MAN in the entire school get THE BEST HEAD of his LIFE from his best friend!
To say that the cock-guzzling throat-fuck frenzy arising from Derrick and Winnie's shared shower stall had the locker room in uproar would be an understatement the likes of which made any other pale in comparison. Derrick's taut, musclebound asscheeks were pressed flat into the porcelain tiles of the wall, hissing through his teeth and forcefully grabbing two fistfuls of bouncy brunette locks spilling over Winnie's pretty, fuck-hungry fag-doll face, a forceful, purposeful, damn near ANGRY slurping symphony of nasty cock-worshipping goodness consuming the room as his handsome visage took on a look of desperate, primal pleasure the likes of which Carol couldn't even hope to wish to bring him herself!
"GODDAMN! Look at you bro...sucking on that dick like it's your goddamn job. You been practicing for this or something, man? Better be careful like that, you wouldn't want the first girl you ever bang to know you suck dick better than she ever could...how's that sound for ya, huh? I could take a video of you milking this dick down that throat and make sure every girl in school knows taking you to prom means getting a nice fat mouthful of my jizz in their fucking mouth every time you kiss." Derrick's voice mocked him, molding those thick tresses into a pair of grabbable twin tails perfect for DRAGGING WINNIE ALONG LIKE THE COCK-GULPING FUCK-SLEEVE HE'D BECOME WHILE HIS ROARS OF ECSTACY RUMBLED ALL THE WAY TO THE SCHOOL BASEMENT AND SENT EVERY OTHER TINY TWIG-DICK IN THE LOCKER ROOM SOFT AND LIMP AT THE ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF SUCH AN INDOMITABLE MALE PRESENCE!
"Skchrrrpppppp~ GRRRRLLCHHHHHHH~ SCHRRRRRRLSCHHHHHHH~!!" The fat, roiling, guava-sized giga-nuts dangling beneath his fatly-veined fuckpillar went from merely audibly stirring with the potent cum-cauldron bubbling away inside of it to CLENCHING, TENSING, TIGHTENING AND BULGING IN THE OPEN AIR WITH THE RAW, MIGHTY VIGOR OF AN UNBEARABLY FERTILE LOAD BEING CHURNED IN THOSE GODLIKE SEED-PODS! A SOUND LIKE THE STIRS OF A WORN OUT SINK PIPE READYING TO BURST WITH AN ABSOLUTE FLOOD OF ITS RUSHING CONTENTS RISING WITHIN THEM AS DERRY WENT FROM MAN TO THROAT-CLAIMING, FAG-BREAKING BEAST!
"GLRKGRKGLRKGLUKSCHLACCCKKKKKKKKKK~💞 💕 ✨ !!!" Went the warbled cries of whining pleas for the complete and total ruination of his sticky, slobbering slut-gullet into a glorified cum-trough to take the burden of his best friend's every primal urge to fuck, conquer and CUM, enhanced by the strength of Derrick's vascular arms RAMMING him down and forcing every thick, tanned, titanic inch of beefy teen breed-meat through those squishy soft sissy-lips from angry swollen tip to hard, chiseled, manly base for all to see, using him like a true fleshlight and barely even trying to disguise the desire in his voice as he spilled out yet more degrading forceful, bussy-flooding sex talk that had Winnie ready to present his virgin boi-hole to be bred right then and there if he so wished...t-teasing...that's what it was, teasing. Yeah, totally.
"SHITTTTTTTT!! Heh, nah...fuck what I just said earlier! A lil sissy bitch like you ain't never getting a girlfriend, are you? Not while I'm still around at least...the fuck would you even do with her, huh? A fat-assed fuck-bitch like you would probably get dragged over in whatever skimpy outfit you wore and used like a nut-gargling butt-slut all night whenever you wanted to go out with her. You don't need no girlfriend, do you? You'd rather be on those knees, bouncing that phat bubble butt all over the place for me while you milk that dick in your throat like a good boi-friend just for me, wouldn't you Winnie?"
Derrick's words bounced around in Winnie's bobbing head as he brainlessly suckled and slurped across all the veiny studcock she could get. 'Sucking on that dick like it's your goddamn job', if only Derry knew exactly how much Winnie always dreamed of this. Definitely NOT in a gay way, he still wasn't a faggot, not by a long shot. Sure, he might've been fantasizing about sneaking up on his best friend while he was sleeping, pulling down his shorts, and wrapping his fat, pillowy lips around the monstrously fat fuck-slab pulsing between his enormous legs like a goddamn dowsing rod.
If only he knew about the hours Winnie spent training his throat and taming his gag reflex, all in the hopes of slobbering all over his best bud's legendary horsecock and giving him exactly what the useless whores at this school never could! If only Derrick knew how badly his very best friend loved him… AGAIN, NOT IN A GAY WAY. Winnie was "straight", just like he had to be… If he wasn't… How would Derry start to feel about him? Would he avoid him? Keep his distance? Just like all of Winnie's other friends did…
Still, Winnie pushed those pesky worries right back into the furthest corner of his mind where they belonged. He shivered as Derry's big, beefy fingers laced through his lush, chocolate-brown locks, using them as handlebars, as he thrusted his powerful, musclebound hips back and forth like a bucking bull; dragging Winnie's sopping wet, vise-like gullet from tip to base over and over and over again, and feeling those quivering, clenching throat-muscles squeeze even tighter with each pass over his violently twitching bitch-breaker. Winnie got this dark, possessive look in his hazy, heart-shaped eyes, one that just screamed 'THIS DICK IS MINE! ALL MINE!', like he was almost challenging Derry to just try and take it away from him.
The ridiculously bottom-heavy bitch-boi slowly pulled himself up into a slutty squatting position, bouncing on the balls of his feet, and clapping those outlandishly fat, wobbling fag-cakes even harder and faster than before, while he could feel the veins crisscrossing across Derry's mammoth-sized fuck-spire bulge and pulse even harder against the spongy, squishy walls of his obscenely quivering throat-pussy! He was close, so fucking close, Winnie could just feel it!
Then, a devious thought popped into Winnie's head. Slowly, bit by bit, he slipped his drenched, drooling Fleshlight-like throat away from Derry's unbearably swollen, ragingly rigid brute-cock, filling the air with a disgustingly sloppy "SCCCHHHLLLUUURRRPPP ♥♥♥", while he gripped the ungodly thick base of Derry's irresistible donkey dick with both of his tiny, delicate hands. He craned his neck back, seeing a sea of flashing phone cameras pointed at he and Derry, before shifting his scheming green eyes back onto the fuck-addled expression plastered across his best friend's gorgeous face.
"Hehe… So, is that your way of telling me you never want me to have a girlfriend then, Daddy—Oops, heh, I mean, Derry ♥♥♥" Winnie's eyes narrowed as he stared intently at the gasping, grunting beast of a man towering over him, his imposingly massive build nearly filling the width of the shower itself. Winnie slowly dragged his thick, squishy tongue along the sensitive underside of Derry's gigantic, hulking cunt-splitter, licking up the fat, sperm-packed beads of hyper-potent pre-seed rolling out from his bloated, angrily red tip, before sealing those puffy, cock-worshipping lips around that humongous, meaty mushroom cockhead and slurping his tongue all over it like he was licking an oversized lollipop!
"Why would I need a girl when I have this," His muffled, cock-stuffed mouth muttered, every other draggingly slurred word punctuated by the loud "POP" of his lips tearing from Derry's ungodly fat bully-beef again. "Bɪɢ", "POP ♥" "Fᴀᴛ", "POP ♥" "Tʜɪᴄᴋ", "POP ♥", "Mᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ᴅɪᴄᴋ". "But I don't know, Derry… I mean, don't you already have a girlfriend? What would she think if she saw this, huh? Hmmm… Maybe we should stop? You don't really need to cum yet, do you? That would be totally gay of us, wouldn't it?" Winnie asked in that playful, sing-song voice he used whenever he wanted Derry to get the hint, before he opened his piping hot mouth back up and swallowed the entirety of Derry's gut-punching breeding beef in one sudden, fluid motion! He sat there, every last inch of his best friend's hulking fuck-meat stuffed inside his obscenely bulging gullet, coiling his fat tongue around that unreasonably thick shaft and coating every meaty morsel of it in lots and lots of slick, sloppy throat-slime, before slowly pulling back, tearing his lips away until only fat, stringy, cum-glazed ropes of slimy slobber connected him to that huge, heavy horsecock!
"Oooo, I know~ Maybe it's not gay, because I'm such a fugghing sissy ♥♥♥ Hehe… That's it, I'm too much of a stupid little bitch-boi, that all the gayness just cancels itself out~ Maybe that way, I can still be your 'boi-friend', Daddyyy ♥♥♥ Mmmm… Whaddya say? That sound good to you? Does this big fat juicy monster dick belong to your nasty little fag-doll boi-friend, Daddy? Does Daddy wanna dump his hot salty load deep inside 'her' stupid little cum-dump throat? Is that what Daddy needs? Or does Daddy wanna go back to a bad case of blue balls and a raging cunt for a girlfriend?" God when Winnie really wanted something, he could really be such a conniving little bitch! He sat there, twerking like a big-booty stripper, cradling his 'Daddy's' loudly churning nuts, while swallowing Derry's horsecock whole and yanking his throat away right when the big, burly teenage bull was about to bust!
"Tick-tock, Daddy ♥ We don't got all day~ Better make a decision before everybody starts thinking you're gay or something, hehehe…"
"...that little bitch..." Derrick began, pulling up from his position leaning against the wall, standing tall, proud and manly as always, brushing a few locks of Winnie's luxurious locks out of his face and for a short moment looking down into his eyes with a gaze of pure, pristine affection that almost made the simpering sissy think it might be okay if what they were doing was maybe, slightly, just the most miniscule touch of gay, before his hoarse, baritone voice growled deeper as he proudly asserted himself in contest to his "friend's" teasing, temptuous trash-talk.
"...Is as much my girlfriend as a fish is a zebra. If Carol's my girl and she hasn't even let me blow my load with her...the fuck does that make you, huh? My fag-doll cumdump bitch boy, eh? FUCK that little bitch. Even her big fat titties couldn't get me half as hard as I am blasting that juicy suckslut throat of yours like you deserve. You and I both know I fucking need a bitch that can make me nut whenever I need it just to keep my cool...and you...you need this nut down your throat just as bad too, don't you? Don't try and fucking play cool with me, you cum-hungry fag-bitch, think I haven't seen you eyeing this dick during practice? Haven't felt you making out with the end of my dick whenever I sleepover like you're in love with all that heavy cockmeat? How you're calling me daddy right now? Begging me to fuck your stupid throat full like the lil fag-whore you are?"
Derry grumbled and raged, meeting his teasing temptress of a friend with his own tantalizing ministrations as he fisted and flogged his burly breeder cock right in her face, the clogged up wads of sperm saturated stud-seed pouring viscuous, runny loads of gooey pre-nut all over Winnie's face like a thick, cummy beauty mask he was all too happy to accept...and yet STILL Winnie didn't relent, showcasing an ironclad will the likes of which challenged even the innermost strength that pushed Derrick through those final tense reps of a 450 pound bench press that left him sweaty, panting and gorgeously fuckable in Winnie's sea-green eyes.
It was a battle of attrition between the two fuck-starved friend's, the tantalizing sight of Winnie's meaty mammoth cheeks separating from one another and thudding together with endless "WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!" noises making the titan sized teen stud desperately fight his inner urge to FLIP HIM OVER AND BREED THAT BUBBLE BUTT BITCH-BOY RIGHT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE AS HE BUSTED HIS BALLS TO THE BRIM INSIDE OF HIM! One of them had to relent soon enough, and miraculously, despite the cocksure sense of masculine bravado and uncontested power Derrick exuded by his very existence, he proved to be the loser in that battle.
"Fuck...fuck....FUGHHHHHHH! UGH, YES! FUCK YES! I WANT EVERY INCH OF THAT SLOPPY FUCKING FAG-SLUT THROAT WRAPPED AROUND MY COCK WHILE I SHOOT OFF MY NUT IN THAT MOUTH! I WANNA FILL THOSE COCKMILKING LIPS WITH ENOUGH JIZZ TO BREED YOUR FUCKING GUTS! I couldn't care less about that dumb fucking prude. I'd rather you beat my dick off between those lips right now and milk this dick for one night than spend my whole fucking life with her...but I know you'd rather KEEP THAT TIGHT THROAT-PUSSY PERMANENTLY LOCKED AROUND THIS COCK AND DRINKING MY JIZZ FOR EVERY MEAL THAN EVER EVEN KISS A GIRL IN YOUR LIFE, SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND USE THAT MOUTH FOR WHAT IT'S GOOD FOR ALREADY!"
Derrick roared powerfully, trembling the walls of the building as he stroked off with an aching, relentless vigor, his purpling cockhead raging with a trembling force of an approaching climax, arcs of pleasure splintering across every nerve of his oversized cock and balls as for the first time, the ever-so-dominant football captain was made to demand, no...plead for release at the hands of the only person in Hargrove High who could sate his overpowering lust.
God Derry knew just what to say to leave Winnie feeling light as air! All that nasty, degrading, fuck-fueled trash-talk escaping those perfect, kissable lips was like everything the phat-cheeked fuck-doll needed and MORE! A sly, cock-starved smile worked its way across his irresistibly alluring face, as he clung to every last disgusting, filthy word Derry was spewing like it was the holy gospel!
"Well, who wouldn't be eying this fugghing monster when you're always showing it off? Teasing me in bed when you know your boxers don't do a damn thing to hide this tasty-looking cut of dick-meat? Always sooo fugghing rock-hard and leaking all that hot, salty pre-jizz like your balls are just constantly pent-up and desperate blow a big fat load at the drop of a dime! I know you've seen me do it too, lick it and kiss it and suck it when you're pretending to be asleep~ Shiiittt ♥♥♥ I would've drained your big beefy nuts right then and there, if I didn't already know how fugghing HUGE your loads are~ Can't have my room reeking like hot studly jizz when my parents walk in, can I?" There it was, behind all that sugary sweetness laid the heart (and mouth) of the nastiest little cock-tease in all of Hargrove High. He wasn't some repressed, weak-kneed bitch like Carol, pretending to be something he's not, no, he wanted Derry to know every last inch of him, inside and out.
He growled like a starving animal, fat pink tongue flailing out of his steaming hot maw while Derry beat his pretty little face with that big mean bully-beef the simpering sissy-skank worshipped so damn much! The air in the locker room shifted once again, this time growing even darker and lustier than ever before, as the hot, muggy stink of Derry's addictive, mind-rotting Alpha musk completely and utterly melted any sense of rationality in Winnie's nasty, cock-addled brain. He listened to HIS man, his beastly bully brute of a BOYFRIEND (Yes, THAT kind of boyfriend) groan and seethe and roar like a goddamn lion, while he beat his massive, mouthwateringly thick cut of grade-A monster-meat like a madman, begging and pleading for his "best friend" to put those soft, puffy whore lips of his to use and milk his dick till he finally let out the nut he's been aching for!
"God you're so greedy sometimes, heh… But I guess that's what I just looove about you, Daddy ♥ This dick is MINE, all fucking mine, and that stupid little bitch isn't getting a single fugghing inch of it!" Winnie was one to talk, when he was the greediest one of them all. His smug, satisfied smile said it all, he'd won and that cunt Carol Sykes finally lost. He couldn't have been prouder of himself, and what better way to commemorate his victory over that Bible-thumping bitch than to suck the jizz out HIS boyfriend's donkey dick like a straw! He SMACKED Derry's hands away and let out a sharp, ravenous snarl, like a lioness staking her claim on what so rightfully belonged to her.
"Don't you EVER beat this dick again, you got that Daddy? If I catch you jerking off again, I'll be sooo angry with you, I might never speak to you again~ If you want to cum, you're gonna do it down this throat or my fat, wet pussy ♥♥♥ I'll suck this big meaty stud-beef till your balls ache and then some, I promise! The only time I want you touching yourself, is when you're giving me a fugghing face full of all the hot, bubbling baby-batter brewing inside your huge, heavy nutsack~" The demanding, wobbly-cheeked bitch-boi teased as he massaged both of Daddy Derry's gargantuan jizz-kegs with both hands; kneading and squeezing, coaxing bigger, fatter, chunkier blasts of piping hot Alpha seed out, as he opened up his sweltering hot maw, nearly unhinging his jaw, and stuffed all of Derry's gigantic, fatly-veined horse-dick deep inside that endless pink void he called his throat!
Somehow, his squishy, gushy, unbearably hot throat-pussy was even tighter, wetter, and steamier than before, as Winnie's hollowed-out cheeks and devastatingly sexy, cock-sucking expression formed the perfect seal around Derry's agonizingly stiff pussy-splitter; pushing every last inch into the furthest depths of his quivering, fleshy, cunt-like esophagus, his monstrously bloated tip blasting fresh hot bursts of chowder-y ball-batter straight inside Winnie's cum-starved belly, while he looked up at his boyfriend with the same hopelessly devoted, utterly addicted look in his eyes that he knew drove Derry completely wild.
"GLRKSLUCKSCLURPSUUUCCCKKKSSKKKLLKKKKKK ❤️✨💫 "
Derrick's stamina, at this point, had been blasted to bits harder than running a two hour marathon could! The iron-bodied athlete had been pushed to his most vulnerable limits, bested not by an opponent of even greater physical prowess than him, but the TIGHT, SQUEEZING, COCK-MILKING THROAT AND FILTHY FREAK-TALKING MOUTH OF THE CURVIEST TEEN SISSY-SLUT HE WOULD EVER MEET! By this point, Derry had given up all illusions of maintaining control over the wet, sloppy, ball-draining throatjob he was currently receiving, arms hanging limp as his head rolled back and he mindlessly nodded to every demand Winnie made.
"Yeah...fughhhhh, fuck yes! These hands are never stroking this dick again, you little cock-addict fag-slut. If you're such a jizz-hungry whore you wanna milk every damn drop of jizz I've got in these nuts instead, you're fucking welcome to...but if that's how it's gonna be, that means you're gonna be replacing these hands, got it? That means whenever, wherever, however I wanna fucking nut, you don't ask questions, you open that suckslut sissy mouth of yours and say "yes daddy" before you OPEN UP YOUR HOLES FOR ME TO USE LIKE THE FUCKHOLES THEY ARE!" He seethed, his own demands hanging in the air as his fists clenched achingly hard, barely growling his commandments before rolling his eyes and hanging his mouth open with drool spilling over his bottom lip while his fat nuts RUMBLED, THROBBED AND BUBBLED WITH CUM AT THE BRINK OF CLIMAX
"Fuck yeah...nghhhhhhh, FUCK YEA! You really wanna be my jizz-bucket bitch, you fat-assed fag slut? Well why don't you fuckin' prove you're up to it...I don't wanna see a single goddamn DROP spill out from between those lips when I jizz in that fucking mouth Winnie. Most bitches can't even handle a few shots of my fucking pre, you want me to use you like a fucking cock-doll? Then TAKE EVERYTHING THIS COCK CAN SHOOT DOWN YOUR STUPID MOUTH, WHORE! RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"
Without a single hint of warning, Derry tangled one massive, meaty bear fist into Winnie's oak brown hair, dragging her back so her fat, puffy cockmilker lips were wrapped TIGHT AS AN ANACONDA'S VICELIKE GRIP CLENCHING DOWN UPON ITS PREY! Leaving no room for his faggy friend to cheat through his task by letting his boiling hot cumshot pour into the bottom of his belly and fill it up before it could dare to backwash out of his mouth.
BLURT! BRGHT! SPRCHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!
The sound of Derrick's cum blasting free from his massive, meaty cocktip was like a goddamn cement mixing truck dumping its payload onto the floor, his hot, hefty bull-balls tightening and tensing as he pushed those thick, sludgy, salty salvos of seemingly never-ending hunk-nut into Winnie's unsuspecting maw, gazing deep into those green eyes with a visceral, powerful fire of all-consuming desire and pure, alpha male dominance raging behind his eyes.
"YESSSSSSS! GARGLE ALL THAT GODDAMN JIZZ IN THAT MOUTH YOU LITTLE THROATWHORE BITCH! SHOW ME WHY YOU'RE BETTER THAN THAT STUPID PRUDE BITCH! I'M FUCKING PISSING MY NUT DOWN THAT STUPID SLUT-MOUTH! That'sssss it...fuck yeah...that's all you're good for isn't it, you goddamn bitch-boy."
GODDAMMIT! Winnie was living on Cloud Nine, the complete and total euphoria swimming inside his head just barely letting him keep himself upright, as Derry used and abused his perfectly tight, greedily-squeezing gullet like the personal pocket-pussy it was absolutely meant to be! Derry was like an animal, rutting and breeding till the primal need to sow seed his was finally sated, his deep, dark, rumbling growls echoing off the tile wall, sending ice-cold terror racing down the backs of every last hopelessly pathetic cuck watching enviously as he permanently molded the shape of Winnie's vise-like cunt-sleeve throat around his enormous, hulking fuck-spire! His huge, heavy nuts pounded mercilessly against the back of Winnie's bruised, obscenely bloated windpipe, as he injected ounce after ounce of the thickest, saltiest pre-jizz straight inside the cock-starved sissy-sleeve's stomach; his smooth, supple tummy bulging with all the chunky, coagulated stud-slop emptying out of that never-ending reservoir of spunk churning feverishly inside his giant, sweaty sack!
Winnie's clitty was gushing like a bitch, caking the shower floor in all that slick, sugary femme-cum weeping from his adorable little bitch-button, until he heard the deep, guttural roars of ecstasy tearing from Derry's lips and his fat, puffy, bubblegum-pink fag-cunny started squirting too! His tight, needy, slit-shaped boi-pussy was hungry for a deep, rough dicking, but that would have to wait for later…
Right now, all Winnie could focus on was the impending cumshot threatening to drown him if he wasn't careful! FUUUGGGHHH ♥♥♥ HERE IT COMES! The very first shot flooded Winnie's esophagus to the brim instantly, his cheeks bulging and hot, sticky spunk seeping out of his cute button nose, as he drank down that white-hot drug just as fast as it was pouring in!
"GLURKGLURKGLURKGLURKGLURK ❤️ ✨ 💫 ", the moment his throat emptied, it filled right back up, as DADDY spewed what seemed like GALLONS of salty, steaming hot stud-nut deep inside his starving little jizz-toilet! His belly swelled and swelled, growing thick and round like he was already carrying Derry's babies inside, as the loudly groaning bull of a man pissed his piping hot nut-sauce into that perfect pink throat-cunt for god knows how long…
Eventually, after Winnie's mind had already turned to mush and the floor was drenched in his own bitch-boi juices, he tore his aching, gaping pink suck-sleeve away from Daddy Derry's gigantic brute-cock with a disgustingly loud "SLLLUUURRRPPP". And yet still, somehow, HE WASN'T DONE! Derry doused his braindead bitch-doll's pretty little face, itty-bitty titties, and insanely voluptuous thighs in a big, heaping helping of his pasty, off-white baby-batter, like he was marking him in his thick, hot, studly stench, before a cum-drunk Winnie slowly stumbled up onto his feet. His limp legs felt like jello underneath him, as he clung to his massive, musclebound BOYFRIEND for support, grinding his wobbly, cum-glazed curves up and down against Daddy's rippling, shredded physique, as he opened up his perfect pink maw and unfurled his fat, slobbery tongue like a good little bitch.
The loud sloshing of his heavy, jizz-stuffed belly mixing with his slutty little whimpers and nasty, pleading moans, as one hand wrapped around Daddy's ridiculously sloppy Alpha dick, and the other slowly caressed his big, brawny, broad-shouldered frame like some hopeless little groupie.
"Tonight, my place, 6 o'clock. You better not keep me waiting, Daddy~ Mmmm… Just a lil somethin' for the road, pleeease? Just a teensy bit of Daddy's tasty spit… Fuuggghhh… I want all of Daddy's spit and jizz dumped inside me so baddd ♥♥♥ If I had my way… You'd spend all day feeding me nothin' but your dick, Daddyyy ♥♥♥" Winnie whispered, gently flicking his pretty pink tongue across Derry's bottom lip.
Winnie might have failed in his task of completely devouring the overwhelming bounty of potent, bullish breeding-seed that sat at the bottom of his stomach and writhed around in the deepest recesses of his gut with strong, studly swimmers that felt like they would burrow deep into his fuckdoll body and impregnate him with the spawn of his "best friend", womb be damned...but as Derry panted and stumbled like a fumbling drunk, his cum-covered cockhead slapping its spongey mass onto Winnie's face and smearing the caked-on facial he'd dumped over the bitch boy's pretty features, he knew somewhere deep, deep down that he'd never really, truly be able to turn down something he asked of him when he was like this.
There was a silent acknowledgment between the two of them as the bubble-butt brunette rose to his feet and wiped the mess of tacky ball-cream plastered onto his face off with both hands, devouring the potent nut-brew and staring Derrick in the eye the entire time as his half-hard member jolted in the air and threatened to pulse and quiver into new life at a moment's notice, the head of his fist-sized bullmeat lightly tapping the bottom of those teeny. recessed orbees that were Winnie's "balls", the potent contrast between the cunt-hungry bull and his soft, needy sissy slut of a mate clearly apparent as they made eyes at each other like they were about to breed like animals right then and there!
"The fuck are you losers looking at? Get the fuck out, now. You wanna stroke those tiny little wimp dicks, do it in your mommy's basement, I'm talking to my friend here." Derrick grunted towards the audience, his words a rigid demand that sent the entire gym class scurrying over one another, some with towels draped around their wastes, and others embarrassingly naked with their shame facing the world as they made way by his unquestioned request. The moment they were gone, and the silence of the locker room, broken only by the falling droplets of water running down his thick barrel chest and rigid abs, and the gasps and whines of Winnie as she marvelled at the utter perfection of that country-bred bull-body, Derrick took the initiative and made up for his former defeat in full, his hands WHAPPING down on either one of those marvellously soft sissy-spheres while Winnie's leg raked along those iron hard obliques, a ravenous growl dripping with desire in his voice as his big, brawny hands groped and squeezed and OWNED every inch of that jaw-dropping shelf of rotund sissy meat just as Winnie did with his musclebound body.
"Who do you think you are, huh? Giving me fucking orders? If I wanna come to your place, I'll show up whenever the fuck I want...hell, I might just crawl in through the window at midnight and rail this fat fucking sissy-ass so hard I wake up all the neighbors. That's what you said you want, right? You didn't just say I could use that throat, did you? You wanted me to fuck your pussy, Winnie. Boys ain't got pussies, do they...you ain't a boy, are you? Is that what you wanna tell me? You're just a fat-assed lil sissy bitch with a juicy fag-pussy that needs my cock, huh? Is that what you fucking are?" He grunted, his coarse grunts going from a mere sinfully seductive murmur to a rumbling, angry whisper of lustful fury, flipping Winnie over and SLAMMING him into the wall of the stall, his half-hard cock (even soft it was such a beautiful monster...God, Winnie wanted to milk it dry all over again), punctuating his last words by outright SMACKING those wobbly whore-hills with his hefty dick slab and leaving bright red imprints of his cock...a mark of his ownership, burning on that soft pale skin.
And then, right when Winnie was ready to spread his cheeks and offer up his untouched hole for him...Derrick, like he always did, relented to her request, yanking Winnie by the throat and STUFFING EVERY JUICY WET INCH OF HIS SLOPPY TONGUE DOWN HER THROAT, not so much kissing him as he was devouring him, sampling the essence of sweet, sticky sissy-spit like an energizing ambrosia to charge him up for the night that would await the two of them, before pulling back (and dragging that epic cock away from poor Winnie) and smacking that mega soft rear fuckpadding again for good measure before he spoke.
"Heh, careful what you wish for Winnie. 6 PM, I'll be there...you better hope your parents ain't around too, don't want anything spoiling our fun, do we?" He told him, a conflicted look in his eyes as though he wished to stay before eventually finding the willpower buried deep within him to grab his towel and wipe away the soap, sweat and manly fuck-stink coating him from head to toe.
"Better not be late to class Winnie, wouldn't wanna fuck with your perfect record...maybe clean up first though, wouldn't want everyone in class to smell me on you and get the wrong idea..." he chuckled as he departed, his towel barely covering the softening spire of hole-breaking cockflesh that Winnie solemnly vowed she would taste in every. Fucking. Hole come next morning…
It was a miracle Winnie wasn't trying to ride Derry like a bull right this second! How in the hell could someone THIS sexy exist in real life? It was like he was the epitome of hypermasculinity, far stronger, studlier, and more ferocious than any of the sniveling little bottom-feeders that were just pumping their pathetic limp dicks to the sight of Winnie's homegrown globes of marshmallowy-soft twerk-fat.
"SMACKSMACKSMACK", YES DADDY! THESE ARE YOUR FAT, JIGGLY BITCH-CAKES! SMACK 'EM LIKE YOU MEAN IT! Winnie's mind-bogglingly soft, meaty mounds of PAWG-flesh were stinging with bright, blistering red handprints all over, as Derry laid claim on him like the soft little bitch-boi has always dreamed of!
"ᶠᵘᵘᵘᵍᵍᵍʰʰʰ ʸᵉˢ, ᴰᵃᵈᵈʸᵎ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃ ᶠᵘᵍᵍʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵇᶦᵗᶜʰ⁻ᵇᵒᶦ ˢᶦˢˢʸ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ ᵍʳᵉᵉᵈʸ ʷʰᵒʳᵉ ᵖᵘˢˢʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵉᵉᵈˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᶦᵍ, ᵗʰᶦᶜᵏ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ ᵈᶦᶜᵏ ᵇᵘʳᶦᵉᵈ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ᶦⁿˢᶦᵈᵉ ᶦᵗᵎ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᶦⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜʰᵒᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ʷʰᶦˡᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵃᵖᵉ ᵐʸ ᵖᵘˢˢʸ ˢᵒ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ, ᴰᵃᵈᵈʸʸʸ ♥♥♥ ᴾˡᵉᵉᵉᵃˢᵉᵎ ᵀʳᵉᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵘᵍᵍʰᶦⁿᵍ ʷʰᵒʳᵉ ᶜᵘⁿᵗᵎ ᴵ'ᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵃᵘˡ ᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵐʸ ᵖᵘˢˢʸ ᶦⁿ ʰᵃˡᶠ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᶦᵈᵈˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ᶦᶠ ᶦᵗ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᴵ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵘᵍᵉ ᵈᵒⁿᵏᵉʸ ᵈᶦᶜᵏ, ᴰᵃᵈᵈʸʸʸᵎ" Well, at least part of Winnie's wish was going to come true, as Derry grabbed him by his dainty windpipe and yanked the teeny sissy shortstack into the hottest, nastiest, most intense tongue-kiss of his life! Winnie pushed back with all his might, letting Daddy plunge his big, mean tongue into the furthest depths of his pretty pink throat, before whining like a spoiled little brat once the brutish teenage bull finally decided to pull away.
"I don't give a danm if they hear, daddy~ let the I want everybody to know I've got a real man now♥"
Winnie whispered seductively in Derry's ear, before the huge, hunky teenaged Adonis eventually sauntered off, leaving already longing for his touch from the moment he was gone…
—
It didn't take long for the videos from the locker room to spread throughout the school like wildfire. By sixth period, almost the entire student body had seen Winnie and Derrick's X-rated exploits in the showers… Including an already humiliated Carol, who was crying her eyes out in the restroom. HOW DARE THAT GODLESS FAGGOT DO THIS TO HER?! WHO THE HELL DID HE THINK HE WAS? She didn't know what hurt worse, Derrick's "betrayal" or the fact that he chose a fucking sissy over her! She couldn't let this stand! Her calls and texts to Derrick went unanswered, and as she eventually left the safety of the restroom stall and hunted down the "cheater" for answers, Carol walked right into the scheming sissy-skank that stole HER man right from under her!
"YOU. WHORE!" She hissed, as Winnie responded with an eye roll and a long, exasperated sigh.
"Seriously, Carol? I don't have time for your BS right now. I have a sleepover to get ready for~" He couldn't help but smile triumphantly as he mentioned his upcoming night (alone) with Derry tonight.
"Don't you feel ANY shame?! HE'S MY BOYFRIEND, YOU FUCKING SLUT!"
"Honestly? Mmm… Nope~ I thought I would, but sucking Derry's dick like that was the best decision I've ever made, heh. Fuggghh ♥ I can still taste all his cum and sweat~ Still feel that thick studly dick stretching my throat wide open~ He came buckets too, it just wouldn't stop! Well, I guess you already know, right? Since you saw the videos and all~" Winnie shrugged, slamming his locker shut and slinging his teeny pink purse over his shoulder, as Carol looked at him with this hopelessly confounded look on her face.
"You're a monster. J—Just because I can't give Derrick what he wants, doesn't mean I'm still not his girlfriend!"
"Really? Because if you were really Derry's girlfriend, you'd do anything to satisfy him. He's a real man, not some pussy-whipped bitch or limp-dick loser like the rest of the beta male cucks that go to this school. He deserves all the ass, pussy, and head he wants, and then some! If you weren't so stuck on trying to make your Daddy happy, you'd realize that your cunt's been throbbing since the second you laid eyes on him and you've been dying for the chance to have him pop your cherry and fuck you till you're nothing but a braindead bitch." Winnie got up close and personal with Carol, his face inching towards her, body pinning hers against the lockers, as he gave her fat whore tits a rough squeeze and drove his hand underneath her skirt; feeling the wetness seeping between her legs and soaking her panties completely!
"D—Don't FUCKING touch me, you godless perversion!" Carol hissed, before getting slapped across the face, hard.
"See, I think you're the perverse one here, Carol. Some of the girls heard you while you were in the restroom earlier… They could hear that nasty video playing on your phone, and all that hot, needy moaning coming from inside… Those were your moans, right? What, were you frigging your pussy to the sight of me swallowing your man's dick?" Winnie's smug smile was back, and in full force, as Carol's turned beet-red and her eyes shifted hopelessly to the floor.
"N—No… I—I…"
"I-I-I what, huh? Wise up bitch, you think Derrick's ever gonna bother even looking your way if you're too damn slow to take it when I'm the one degrading you? Look~ I'm feeling generous, so I'll give you a little push. Come over to my house tonight, 8 o'clock. I'll show you how fun it is being my little bottom-bitch…and if you're good, maybe I'll lend you MY man for a few goes…"
"A—AS IF I WOULD EVER!"
"Hehehe… Okay, okay, whatever you say. Come, don't come, I don't really care. All I know is that Derry and I are going to be fucking till the sun comes up, and I'm sure he'd be more than willing to break your pussy wide open, if you asked really, really nicely~"
Winnie walked off, hips swishing and ass clapping, and left Carol's empty head reeling from what just happened… Worst part was, she came just from the thought of Winnie pinning her down while Derrick drove his rock-hard monster cock deep inside her…
"G—God help me…"