The Big Bad Rick Wolfe

I kept stumbling around, the violent sounds of grunting barely registering in my conscious mind, and I found a baggy t-shirt, one that was soaked with sweat. Next I found a bra, a big one, the kind that a stacked babe like Leyla would have needed to keep her big tits under control. Last were the panties. Simple cotton white panties, not a thong or anything, just regular women's underwear, totally normal, except for the fact that they were on the ground in the school library and soaked.

"Oh God . . . oh shit . . . so big . . . harder . . . fuck me harder," a husky voice moaned, a girl's. It sounded like she was trying to keep her voice down but couldn't, her voice fluctuating with the wild beating of her heart, and the steady thumping of a fleshy drum. "Bastard . . . mother . . . FUCKER! FUCK ME!"

"Shhh," I man hushed her, although the thumping of the drum got faster and louder. "Quiet, bitch. This is a library."

I peaked around the corner. There was a round table and some chairs, a private study area, but what caught my eye was the familiar sight of Rick's bare ass, his muscular buttocks flexing with intimidating power as his hips thrust open something tight, wet, and fleshy.

It was Leyla. She was bent over the table like a naughty girl about to be spanked, her fat tits rolling underneath her brown body as she shook back and forth with every plunge of Rick's foot-long cock, her long legs curled in the air and spastically wrapped around his waist. I thought the look on her face was one of pain, since she was biting her lip and scrunching up her eyes until tears came out, but then she snarled a feral smile and looked back over her shoulder with a wild, dazed look of awe.

"Harder! Harder!" Leyla very loudly whispered. "C'mon! I can take it!"

Rick grabbed a handful of her wavy black hair and pulled back, causing Leyla to squeal joyfully as he plunged in even deeper than before, his muscular thighs beating her big ass like a drum. He pulled her back so hard that her tits came up and I was amazed at their size. They were huge! The nipples were big and round; so dark that they looked like two disks of melting chocolate on her cinnamon-mocha skin, all of which was glistening erotically as her body struggled to sustain Rick's sexual assault. But Leyla wasn't being assaulted at all. Her breasts were bouncing too much even for the titanic pummeling of Rick's fat dick. She was thrusting back. Leyla was fucking him back.

"Oh god . . . right there, right there, right there, RIGHT FUCKING THERE!" Leyla squealed as she came, the soft curves of her brown body lighting up with slender muscles, her white teeth standing out brightly from her chocolate lips. Her body shook and she gripped the edge of the table, shaking it so hard that it caused some of the books to fall off of their shelves, and Rick just held himself in place, buried to the hilt, the bulky muscles of his biceps bulging as he held her down, with one hand on her hair and the other clenching the juicy meat of her ass.

Rick pulled out, and with a loud 'slurp' his cock popped free, allowing a deluge of sputtering girl-cum to follow after it. Rick took a step back and admired his work, Leyla's voluptuous body flopping and shivering on the table like a dying fish just pulled out of the water, and every inch of her body drenched with sweat. Her pussy was popping like a broken waterspout, and even after her orgasm ended it continued to drip, leaving a massive dark puddle on the carpet.

Leyla was weekly clawing at the smooth surface of the desk, hair stuck over her face in wet clumps, her mouth twisted into a delirious smile. It sounded like she was crying, but with joy.

"Holy shit," she gasped. "That . . . that was . . . thank you so much," she uttered worshipfully.

"We're not done yet," Rick said sternly, stepping in front of her so she could see his erect, bulging, twelve inches of cum-soaked cock, all of it literally twitching with ache. "That may have been your forth orgasm, but I haven't cum once yet."

The look on Leyla's face was almost heartbroken, shameful, as if she were embarrassed that she hadn't been able to make him cum. Looking up at him with awestruck eyes, she leaned forward and put her mouth over the bulbous head of his cock, and began to suck on it.

Rick didn't want her that way though. He grabbed her hair and flung her to the floor, her heavy body landing with a heavy thud that must have shook through the entire library. Leyla struggled up to her knees, but before she could even muster that much strength Rick had her by the back of the head and was pulling her up like she weighed no more than a wet towel. He held her fat brown lips up to his cock and she opened her mouth, and within seconds his balls were slapping against her chin and she was loudly slurping on his full length.

I was floored by the sight of that. I could see Rick's cock bulging in her throat, but Leyla was taking it like a champ. When he pulled her off she spat a big wad of saliva onto the head of his dick and began to rub it in with her hands, right before diving back on and pushing her gag-reflex to the point of implosion once again.

Rick let go of her hair and she fell to the floor. He stepped over her and sat down in a chair, and she crawled after him like a starving calf, desperately trying to reattach her mouth to his salty fuck-stick.

"You're a freak, aren't you?" Rick asked as he looked down almost contemptuously at the beautiful girl kissing his balls. He reached down and gave her big ass a hard slap, and the jelly in her butt jiggled hypnotically from the strike. "You're a hopeless pervert. I bet you watch porn everyday and masturbate so much your wrists hurt."

To my shock Leyla nodded, and she made a pathetic little whimper that sounded like a 'yes.' She popped off his cock just to tell him how right he was. "I love porn. I'm fucking addicted to it. I've been fucking myself twice a day for the lay three months. My body hurts some nights, it literally hurts and I have to fuck myself just so I can go to sleep. My family would disown me if they knew what a freak I was, and I can't even get fucked properly because there aren't any real men in this school . . . at least not until . . . you."

Even through Leyla's chocolate brown skin I could tell she was blushing, but Rick seemed unimpressed by her flattery. "I could tell the moment I saw you, what a cock-hunger slut you are. Am I really the only one? Is everybody in this school blind or something?"

Leyla now wrapped her substantial breasts around his wet cock and began to massage the thick shaft that way, her mouth sucking down on the head every time it emerged. "Not Erica," Leyla said between cock-kisses.

Rick seemed as intrigued by that as I was horrified by it. What did Erica have to do with Leyla's suppressed nymphomania?

"She knew what I was like the moment she saw me," Leyla said in her husky, exhausted voice. "She invited me over to spend the night at her house, and although I was shy I accepted. I was just happy to be making a friend, although the idea of going a whole night without masturbating seemed . . .mmm . . . painful. But as soon as her parents went to bed Erica put on one of the sexiest, dirtiest pornos I had even seen, and together we masturbated for hours, and . . . oh, mmm . . . she had all kinds of toys. I had only ever used my fingers before, so she had to show me, and with a big black vibrating strap-on dildo she fucked me to the best sleep I've ever had."

My jaw must have been hanging past my testicles at this point. I had known some of these things; that Erica was done to watch porn, sure; that she had lots of sex-toys, yeah; that she wasn't shy about playing with other people, okay; but that she has essentially fucked Leyla? I had no idea.

"Erica's starting to sound like a really interesting girl," Rick growled through a hungry smile.

"She is," Leyla smirked while giving the underside of his engorged cock a long, slippery lick of her tongue.

"What about that boyfriend of hers?" Rick asked. "Timmy, or Jimmy, so something."

"Johnny?"

"Whatever."

"Um . . .," Leyla seemed at a loss for words, especially since she was so focused on using her mouth police the massive brass knocker swinging in front of her face. "He's nice."

And that was all she had to say about me.

"Well, I'm not nice," Rick said, grabbing the back of Leyla's head and slamming her down onto his cock, the brutal helmet of which struck the back of her throat hard enough to sound like a punch. "And I think horny sluts like your prefer that," he said, pulling her head back and forth and slamming her into a painful, gagging blowjob, her breasts sandwiched between her chin and his rock-hard thighs, bouncing her back up with every impact like a fleshy trampoline.

Rick was holding her head with both hands now, and he was skull-fucking her so fast and hard the muscles in his forearms bulged and the veins popped. Leyla had been a natural cocksucker just minutes before, but now she was overwhelmed, and although her body shuddered with the painful reflex of gagging and choking, Rick didn't let up. He was going for broke now. He was going to make himself cum since Leyla hadn't been able to do it herself. Like Lily, she had simply failed.

Rick roared as he came, and he held Leyla's head down deep, even though her breasts were trying to push her back up. His orgasm was sudden and explosive, and Leyla's pathways were flooded. With a reflex like a sneeze she shot thick strands of bubbly semen out of her nose, and the rest oozed out the sides of her mouth. Even though she was starved for air I could still hear her gulping down huge mouthfuls of spunk, since Rick really wasn't giving her any other choice, and once it seemed that the gushiest part was over he let her go.

Leyla popped off like a bottle-rocket filled with whipped-cream, landing on her back with a heavy thud, her breasts jiggling. Rick stood over and planted a foot right onto one of her rolling breasts, like a barbarian king over a ravished princess, and he jerked out a few final spurts onto her face, and even though she was still coughing wildly, she seemed proud of herself for being the target of his load.

Rick gathered up his things but didn't even bother to get dressed. Leyla was still on the floor, teetering on the edge of consciousness and blissful sleep. Rick leaned down to say, "We'll talk later about that tattoo," and he left her, strutting not five feet from where I was hiding.

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The next day so when recognized Leyla at all, not until she strutted up to Erica and gave her best girlfriend a big, wet, and a little bit more than just-girlfriends kind of kiss. Erica bolted upright like she was being kissed by a stranger, causing her firm breasts to jut out of her tight cheerleading top, but the kiss must have been good, because she didn't pull away. It was Leyla who broke the kiss, leaving a small strand of saliva connecting her plump chocolate lips to Erica's puffy pink mouth.

"Leyla?" Erica stammered, her green eyes wide with shock. "What's gotten into you?"

"About 12 inches of fat cock," Leyla snickered, and then swaggered away, her high heeled shoes clicking loudly against the hallway floor. Everyone in the crowded hallway was looking at her go, including myself. She had done her hair in a way she never had before, curling it somewhat and leaving part of it up in a messy bun. Her lovely brown face was traced with a feint amount of makeup to accentuate her natural features, like mascara and just a little lip-gloss.

Her clothes were really outrageous though. Her large breasts were covered up by nothing by a skimpy white tank-top that conformed to her curves so perfectly it looked like a layer of fresh milk had been porn on her chest, and her nipples poked up like tent-poles since she neglected (intentionally) to wear a bra. Her jeans were low and tight, and above hemline rode the straps of her thong underwear. The transformation was completed by a pair of high-heeled leather boots, a pair that a dominatrix would wear in her dungeon to crush a man's testicles.

"Oh wow," Erica gasped to me, smiling brightly. "What's gotten into Leyla? Did she . . . did she hook up with the new guy, Rick?"

Why was Erica so good at guessing things?

I stammered for an answer. "I . . . well . . . I didn't make it to the library yesterday so . . . um-"

But Erica was already skipping after Leyla, her flirty little skirt riding up her ass with every step.

"I have got to talk to her," she said over her shoulder to me. "This is just . . . AH! Too cool!"

And with that I was left standing alone in the hallway, the flood of students dissipating back into whatever classroom they were supposed to be in for second period. But I wasn't left completely alone, as a gentle hand on my shoulder told me. I turned around to see the irrepressible cleavage of Ms. Lopez popping out of another blouse, and as soon as I could pry my eyes away from that I was looking into her lovely face.

"Worried about Erica and the new guy?" she asked rather frankly.

"I . . . um-"

"Well don't be. Erica is obviously a sensual creature, just as her mother was at that age, but she's also a good girl, and I know she likes you. Lily and Leyla on the other hand . . . well . . . we all knew Lily was a slut, and I've had my suspicions about Leyla for a while."

I must have looked downcast because my head was hanging, which just gave me a better view of her jutting breasts. "I just can't believe this Rick guy hasn't been here more than a couple weeks and he's already had sex with like . . . half of the girls I know."

Ms. Lopez shrugged. "Yeah, he's a real macho asshole, and I bet he's going to be drowning in pussy all throughout college. I use to go crazy for boys like him, Erica's mother too. I can't tell you how many three-ways we had together, picking out studs like they were on auction, and-"

I coughed to get her attention back, it was clear that Ms. Lopez was wandering off to a horny nostalgia-land, softly reliving her sexual misadventures in her head.

"Sorry," she smiled and blushed. "Look, if it makes you feel better I'll keep swinging by during the bake-sale after school today, just to see how the three of you are getting along."

That was right. Erica, Rick, and I were going to be managing the bake-sale together. Even though I was going to be there I couldn't help but fear that the pattern as going to hold, and that Rick was going to have another conquest tonight: Erica.

"Thanks . . . I'd like that," I said.

Ms. Lopez gave me a kiss on the cheek and then strutted back to class, her curvaceous ass threatening to split her tight skirt right down the middle. Most of my mind was hypnotized by that sight, but the rest of it was glad that I had an ally.

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The big draw about the bake-sale was that it was going to have fresh éclairs. Most of the stuff was typical fare, like brownies and cookies that Erica and the girls had all baked last weekend during one of their many sleepovers, but the éclairs were the main draw. The dough had been baked by Ms. Lopez just this morning, and it was up to the three of us to fill them with cream and apply the chocolate frosting. Erica had changed out of her cheerleading uniform for this, and was wearing a sheer tank-top that didn't even reach her belly-button and a tight pair of jean cut-offs, the 'Daisy Dukes' style, that like everything else she wore was unable to contain her round, perky ass. Both Rick and I kept stealing glances at the bottoms of her flawless buttocks every time she bent down to pick something up, or lean out the window of the school's kitchen to sell someone an éclair.

The bulge in Rick's tight jeans was unmistakable; a fat cylinder of pulsing muscle running down his leg that made the éclairs we were stuffing look like toothpicks. He was clearly distracted by Erica's natural magnetism, but luckily the sale was so busy that the three of us barely had any time to talk at all. Rick stuffed the éclairs, I applied the glaze, and Erica sold them over the counter, no doubt giving all our horny classmates a nice view of her cleavage as she did so, just as her shorts road up higher and higher giving Rick and me a spectacular distraction.

By the time 5:30pm rolled around the éclairs were almost all gone and the demand finally died, the last few students leaving for home now that their club activities were over, and the three of us sat in a semicircle panting and fanning or sweat-soaked bodies. Erica was glistening beautifully, her short red hair sticking to her pretty face, and her tank-top sticking to every soft curve of her spectacular chest. Rick actually looked a little fazed for once, possibly because this was the first real work he had even done other than fucking, tattooing, working out, and slinging drugs, but I couldn't help but notice Erica looking him over. The muscles on his chest and abdomen showed through his damp shirt, and they created a hypnotizing maze of manhood. I looked at his abs and counted more than just a six-pack, it was like he had an eight-pack or something, and the bulge running disturbingly far down his leg had never gone away.

"So," Erica said to Rick, biting her lip to suppress a big smile. "Leyla told me that you two had a lot of fun yesterday." She giggled. She wasn't even trying to hide it. Leyla had told her everything; ever sexy, sloppy, pornographic detail. I could see Erica's nipples straining against her top, and she was fidgeting. I hadn't seen her fidget like this since the first time we watched porn together.

"She just needed someone to break her out of her shell," Rick said, looking over Erica like her body was an empty éclair waiting to get stuffed. "I'm going to give her a tattoo soon. Right before Prom night I think. That'll make her more confident. Nothing can bring out a woman's inner lioness like the right tattoo, or the right artist."

This got Erica's attention. "Oh yeah? I saw the tattoo you gave Nurse Nice. That shit was fucking sexy! And . . . ya'know . . . Lily's been talking about you too. All she can talk about is getting a genuine Rick Wolfe stamp on her backside . . . and some other stuff."

Rick smiled coyly. "What's she had to say?"

Erica smiled, but not playfully this time. There was a hungry tigress in her eyes now. "She said you're a lot of fun to go shopping with."

I can't believe I was just sitting there and watching all of this, unable to find a way to work myself into the conversation and remind Erica that I existed, but luckily I didn't have to. As we I sat there gaping and feeling my own cock rise up out of stubborn arousal, Ms. Lopez strutted into the room on those sharp heels of hers. It must have been a long day for her too; her blouse had lost two of its top buttons and her breasts were half-exposed over the strap of her black, lacey bra.

Ms. Lopez could see the sexual tension building between Erica and Rick as clearly as a big black cock slapping against a white girl's pink pussy, and with a silent nod to me I knew she would diffuse it.

"How'd it go today?" She asked, picking up one of the last éclairs left.

"Awesome! We made a killing today, Auntie!" Erica perked up.

"Yeah . . . it's been . . . great," I managed. My throat was tight and dry for some reason and I found it hard to talk.

Rick just shrugged. He looked annoyed. He was staring at Ms. Lopez's epic tits, but the look on face was resentful, almost angry.

Ms. Lopez noticed his resentment right away and shot him a look back, and arrogant little smirk that reassured me that an experienced woman like her could run circles around a high-school stud like him.

Ms. Lopez wrapped her shiny mocha lips around the éclair and took a slow, purposeful bite, licking the small bit of cream that oozed out the side of her mouth with that long, serpentine tongue of hers.