Big Bad Wolf

D E A N Mia screamed and I felt her body tremble and buckle her hips while I flicked my tongue inside her cunt as she came. I was glad she didn't come that much like the other girls do. I let her lay down as she was still feeling high after her o****m and I paid attention to Hilda who was lapping her tongue on my hot erection making me groan. I watched her lick my length and raise on her knees, my eyes paying attention to her huge breast bouncing as she positioned her s*x on mine, pushing in hearing her moaning in delight feeling her wet and warm p***y pushing around my hard rod. She leaned her body down as she ground her hips, digging my c**k deeper inside her as she pressed her lips on mine. I cupped both her full breast and massaged them with my hands feelings how soft it was. I moaned when she ground her hips harder on mine as I tried to deepen the kiss. I started moving my hips but it wasn't enough so I pulled away from the kiss and rolled our bodies around, switching our places and f****d her so hard like how she liked and wanted it. I felt her nails on my back as I pound inside her like a beast and the room was filled with her moans and screams. I looked at Mia when I felt her move and she was spreading her legs, exposing her cunt and she was playing it with her fingers. Rubbing and sliding it inside her, pleasuring herself as she watch me f****d Hilda. I roamed my left hand to Hilda's body without slowing my pace on her p***y, brushing my finger on her breasts making her body arch even more. I teased her taut n*****s and it took her only a few seconds before she was screaming saying she was cumming. Her body shaking and I f****d her harder and faster, her round breasts bouncing. Hilda shouted as she came, her nails digging on my arm, arching her back and I licked her n****e as she archer her chest. I withdrew from her with my c**k still hard and I haven't even come yet. I looked at Mia and she bit her bottom lip as she spread her legs apart showing how wet she was again. "Make me c*m again." She said. These girls are hungry for my c**k. ××××× N E D I winced when I heard someone slam their locker shut, the loud bang making my ears ring. Why didn't they just break the damn thing already, for Pete's sake? It was so annoying. "...I had the greatest f**k of my life last Saturday night." I turned my head when I heard someone say that. It was a girl, talking to her two friends. I didn't know girls talked about their s*x lives like it was nothing—like stealing someone else's lollipops when you're still a kid. She was blabbing about things my young ears weren't ready to hear, not because I didn't know about them—I did—but still. I'd had my fair share of girls, sure, but a threesome and someone f*****g your face? That was another level. Gross. "Here he comes!" I heard her squeal. I turned my head to see who they were talking about, and of course, it was Dean. I knew him—star player of his sport and infamous for sleeping around with different girls, despite already having a girlfriend. The weird part? His girlfriend seemed totally fine with it. I watched Dean as he walked past the girl, giving her only a bored glance. He didn't even stop to say hi. Either they never hooked up, or she was lying about the whole thing. I saw her face turn red—like, tomato red—and she looked absolutely furious. I couldn't deny that Dean had the looks, but that didn't give him the right to play with people. I shook my head and checked my watch. Hayden was late. He told me to wait by my locker, but it was already five minutes before our first class. I clicked my tongue and leaned back, waiting. That's when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out, and—speak of the devil—it was him. His message made me grunt. He told me to wait, and now he was already inside the classroom? I muttered curses under my breath as I walked off toward our first class. Everyone was buzzing when Coach mentioned our training camp. The club room was so loud I couldn't even hear the music playing through my earphones. "And this time," Coach announced, "the basketball club will be joining us. We're merging our training camps." That made me frown—and the room exploded with even more noise. Coach banged the table. "Are you even listening!?" he shouted, loud enough to shut everyone up. Then he looked straight at me. "You." He gestured at my ears, clearly referring to the earphones. I pulled them out, turned the music off, and gave him my attention. "I already talked to their coach," he continued. "He's excited about the camp." "Why do we have to do it with them? Can't they find another date?" I asked. Not because I was totally against it—but still. "They couldn't. None of us could. We're all busy, and finals are coming. We want the camp done before then, because after that, we'll all be tied up." I groaned at the mention of finals. I hadn't been in the mood to study lately. If it weren't for the scholarship, I'd have dropped my classes and just played volleyball full-time. I stayed behind to help pick up the balls after our midweek practice. Coach was watching from the entrance, leaning against the doorframe. "Aren't you going to meet your girl, Ned?" he asked, and I rolled my eyes. He knew I didn't have one. "I'm still mending my heart from a recent breakup," I said—half true. My ex left me because I didn't have time for her. We had tons of practice games back then, preparing for a national competition. But I wasn't exactly heartbroken about it. If anything, I felt relieved. No one was bothering me, and I didn't have to think about anyone but myself. "Oh, really?" Coach walked over to the net and ran his hand along the mesh. "When?" I tossed the last ball into the cart. "Last year," I said, rolling the cart to the corner. Coach laughed. "I thought it was recent. Boy, you got hit so hard you still haven't moved on." "I didn't get hit that hard. I'm fine. For now," I said, and he nodded with a smile. "Well, get going so I can turn off the lights and fly home," he said. I nodded, grabbed my gym bag from the bench, and walked out of the gym. As I passed the basketball court, I could hear shoes squeaking on the floor, shouting, and the echo of the ball bouncing nonstop. The basketball team was still at it. I adjusted the strap on my gym bag and walked silently down the hall. Suddenly, a basketball rolled out of their gym, bouncing into the hallway. I ran to stop it before it went too far, catching it with my foot. As I bent down to pick it up, I saw someone standing in front of me—Dean. He was looking at the ball in my hands. I tossed it back to him, a little harder than necessary. He caught it easily, hands up, and barely spared me a glance. He had the height for basketball, no doubt. I hadn't watched their matches, but people said he was talented. Scouts were already trying to recruit him, but apparently, he kept turning them down. "Too weak," he muttered. "What!?" I snapped, just as someone else walked out of the gym. "Dean, coach is looking for your ass," the guy said, then noticed me standing there. Dean looked at me one last time, then walked back into the gym without even saying thanks. It pissed me off. I seriously wanted to run after him and punch him in the face. But I stopped myself. I didn't want to lose my scholarship over some stupid fight. Still, I was fuming. "You're welcome!" I shouted after him, walking away, nostrils flaring. I really needed to punch something. "Dammit!" I groaned, scratching my head in frustration. And to make things worse, I'd be stuck spending the entire training camp with him. ***