Lydia/Scott, Lydia/Coach Finstock, Allison/Scott

Summary: Lydia doesn't date losers. Therefore, after Scott hurts Jackson and the pressure of winning the first game of the lacrosse season falls on Scott's shoulders, Lydia needs him focused. She also needs Coach Finstock to play Jackson, despite being only half-fit. Lastly, Allison is needed to calm Scott after he starts to wolf-out after the game

Scott couldn't play in the lacrosse game on Friday. That much was very apparent. Since transforming to a werewolf last week, Scott was still highly susceptible to the effects of elevated blood pressure. Which happened the whole time you were playing lacrosse. As if hurting Jackson and nearly breaking his arm wasn't enough of a warning, Derek Hale showing up at his house and slapping him around was. Derek didn't hurt him, only let him know that Scott was not to play in that lacrosse game. Which meant telling the coach that not only were they going to be down Jackson because of him, but now Scott wasn't going to play either.

"Hey coach? Have a minute," Scott said, knocking on Coach Finstock's door.

"Make it fast, superstar," the goofy older man said to his new star player.

"Bad news. I can't play Friday. I'm having some personal issues," Scott disclosed, keeping it short and sweet. Or at least bittersweet.

"Is it a girl?" Finstock asked.

"No, coach," Scott answered.

"Is it a guy? You know, our goalie Danny is gay," the coach replied.

"Yeah, I know, Coach. But that's not it," Scott answered.

"What? Is it drugs? Are you addicted to meth? Because I had a brother that was addicted to meth. You should've seen what it did to his teeth – they were all cracked and rotted. It was disgusting," Coach Finstock described.

"My God. What happened to him?" Scott asked.

"He got veneers. But you better sort out those personal issues because you are starting Friday. Now, get out of here and go do the sorting," the coach demanded.

"But coach…"

"Listen, McCall, part of playing first line is taking on the responsibility of being first line. Now, if you can't shoulder that responsibility, then you're back on the bench until you're ready," Finstock disclosed. 

"If I don't play the game, you're taking me off first line?" Scott asked, stunned and upset. 

"McCall, play the game. Dismissed."

*    *    *

"So just to recap…I don't want you to play on account of knowing you may lose control and rip an opponent's throat out. And Derek also doesn't want you to play for the same reason," Stiles started to explain.

"Yes." Scott nodded.

"And we are the only two who know that you are a werewolf, and therefore know all the information," Stiles continued.

"Yes," the new werewolf nodded.

"But coach is threatening to bench you permanently. And your super proud mom is going to come watch you play. Also coming to watch you play is your adorable potential new girlfriend Allison," Stiles finished.

"Also, yes," Scott agreed.

"I know that the choice is super obvious and yet you are still conflicted because no matter what you choose, you let people down," his best friend stated. "Of course, only one option could result in deaths. Right. Enjoy math class," Stiles added before dropping his werewolf best friend off at his next period.

"Why is there a rumor going around that you're not playing tomorrow?" Lydia Martin, the school's hot ginger princess asked him. 

"Because I'm sort of not," Scott whispered as they were both up at the front of the class filling out a math question on the blackboard. 

"I think you sort of are. Especially when you brutally injure my boyfriend by ramming into him," the gorgeous redhead retorted. "Listen. I date the captain of the winning lacrosse team, and if they start off the season losing, I date the captain of the losing lacrosse team. I don't date losers." 

"Losing one game isn't gonna kill anyone. In fact, it might even save someone," Scott cryptically replied. 

"Fine! Don't play. We'll probably win anyway. Then we'll go out after, like we were planning, and I'll introduce Allison to all the hot players on the team. And Scott McCall can stay home, surfing the net for porn," Lydia fumed before slamming the chalk down and walking back to her seat.

"Mr. McCall, you're not even close to solving your problem," the math teacher stated. 

"Tell me about it," the confused boy answered, hanging his head as he also returned to his seat.

*    *    *

Lydia had tried the stick, and that clearly hadn't worked. And so, it was now time to try the carrot in order to lead Scott to where she wanted. And it just so happened that both she and the reluctant lacrosse player had a spare period at the same time. 

"Scott, you're on break right now, right?" Lydia asked as she intentionally bumped into Scott outside his lockers after lunch.

"Yeah. You too?" Scott agreed with the gorgeous redhead. He probably shouldn't have known that, but since Stiles was obsessed with her, Scott had learnt Lydia's school schedule via osmosis.

"Excellent. I was just coming from the student lounge which is filled with chatter. Say, would you happen to know where a nice quiet place to talk would be?" Lydia asked, dipping her chin and looking up at the handsome boy with her big eyes.

"I'm not sure you're going to change my mind about the game but I believe Mr Garrett's band room would be free this period," Scott answered.

"Perfect! Lead the way," Lydia insisted.

It was a short walk to the band room, made even faster by the fact that the majority of the student body were already in their classes at this point. As they arrived, Scott hoped the room would be unlocked and as the doorknob twisted in his hand, he pushed it open as he and Lydia entered the classroom. He figured she wanted to talk more about the lacrosse game tomorrow night, although why she needed to lock the door behind them and dry the privacy shade was intriguing.

"Lydia…"

"Not many boys in this school would argue with me when I told them to do something," Lydia cut him off. "Not many girls either, but for the boys, it's for a much different reason," she explained, using a gesture to indicate she was talking about her body. 

Scott felt awkward, so he filled the looming silence in the room. "I mean, you are a beautiful girl."

"Which of my features do you like best? Is it my big ruby red lips that were so naturally plump that you know God created them purely for sucking cock," Lydia asked. Scott's jaw slackened at that comment, but the pretty redhead continued. "Is it the fact that I'm 16 years old and about to grow out of my C-cup bras? Not that I need a bra since my tits are that perky and sagless." Now Lydia turned her back to Scott. "Or is it my ass? I have such a tiny waist that become hourglass hips, which makes my booty ideal as it's wide, thick and tight."

"Those are all...um...great features for sure," Scott commented, not sure what to do in a situation like this. "I'm not sure I could choose. But aren't you dating Jackson."

"Of course I am. But, like I said back in math class, I only date winners. And to win, I need you to play," Lydia said, running a hand down the front of his shirt, feeling his rock hard abs underneath. 

"But Allison…" Scott protested weakly.

"You two aren't dating, right?" Lydia asked, knowing the answer. "Sit down in the teacher's chair. I'm having a particular craving."

"Craving?" Scott asked as he sat backwards onto the teacher's comfortable office chair.

"A real craving for cum from a first line lacrosse star. Know where I can find any?" Lydia asked as she dropped her chin and looked up at him with her insanely large green eyes.

"Lydia…"

"Shhh," Lydia pressed a finger against his lips. "The only words you're allowed to say from now on are compliments about my dick sucking ability...which are legendary, I assure you."

And with that, Scott shut his mouth and stopped all protests. After all, why shouldn't he indulge in this. Lydia Martin may be dating a guy who hated him, but who cares if Jackson hated him that little bit more. After all, it was Jackson's girlfriend soliciting him for a no-strings-attached blowjobs, all because she thought it would persuade him to play tomorrow night. And Lydia was right, he and Allison weren't dating, only flirting at this point. 

"I'm happy you stopped resisting," Lydia commented as she slithered down to kneel on the ceramic tile between his legs. 

Scott fought the urge to undo his belt and open up his jeans because he found it so Goddamn sexy watching a girl as smoking hot as Lydia Martin do it for him. Sure enough, by the time she had things undone and required him to lift his ass from the fine leather chair to pull them down the rest of the way, the lucky man was rock hard.

"Is this for me?" Lydia asked innocently.

The redhead was clearly in the mood to have fun so Scott was all the happier for it. While she was intimidating and generally ignored him until last week, Lydia knew that her sexual skills more than compensated for that, but her blowjobs in particular were more than stellar. Still playing along, Lydia extended her tongue fully so that the very tip just touched his piss slit. Wagging it several times accomplished her goal in getting a nod from her guest.

"So how exactly grateful are you," Scott asked, embracing the situation and wanting so much more from the redhead.

Lydia gave an awed look up at the buff lacrosse player, as if it was an honor for him to allow Lydia Martin to suck his cock. Always a showman, Scott felt the curvy ginger grip the base of his cock before using her tongue on his rod once again. However, rather than just a little flick at his head, this time Lydia used the broad part of the wet muscle to lick the underbelly of his 10-inch dick from root to head. She performed this three other times, one time each to either side and the top side before Scott felt the warm moist environment of her mouth enveloped the head.

"Ahhh," Scott sighed, spreading his legs wider and letting himself sink a little deeper into the chair as Lydia pushed more of his cock into her mouth.

Lydia had ceased simply licking his cock and was now getting down to brass taxes. Opening her mouth wide, Lydia gave a small bob of only his head, her lips lightly thumping over the ridge of where the shaft met its tip. After that brief introduction, Lydia's next descent down his pole was taking a good 5 inches into her mouth. It was just enough of his manhood that his sensitive head didn't repeatedly smash against the hard palate in the back of her mouth, but only just barely. Having her range, the busty beauty built momentum and gave the seated man a dozen bobs of her flaming red head in quick succession.

"God Lydia! Feels so good already," Scott grunted in delight towards the dirty high schooler.

"Mmmmm," Lydia moaned as she noisily slobbered on his meat stick.

Even after the initial suck, Scott was well aware that Lydia not only had copious experience with a dick in her mouth, but that she was talented. In truth, Scott had nothing compared it to other than the countless hours of porn he'd consumed, but even in comparison to actual professions, her technique was just as good, if not better. And she was correct about her earlier comment - the way her lips felt around his shaft was as though God made her plump lips for the purpose of sucking cock only. 

"Fuck me!" Scott groaned, resting a hand on the top of her head. Though he normally never swore, getting a blowjob by one as skilled as Lydia Martin was reason enough for the cursing.

Lydia was going back down, performing another handful of lightning fast bobs of her head, taking over half his cock in each stroke before pulling off him. A quick intake of air and the redhead was back to work, but her speed vanished and Scott could feel her lips as they slid down his pole, inch by inch. She passed the 5-inch mark and the lucky man felt his tip poke the back of her mouth. Knowing what came next, it took Lydia only an instant to relax her throat, opening her gullet fully for him. Pushing her head downward at the same speed, his cock slipped into Lydia's throat without any sputter or gag. 

"Jesus Christ," Scott groaned, as for the first time in his life, he had all 10 inches of his dick down a girl's throat.

Though capable of holding in her gullet for much longer, Lydia was just starting her oral performance and wanted to keep it moving. Therefore, as soon as her nose was pressed against his flat abdomen, she was pulling back, her lips massaging every inch of his slobbery manhood as she retreated. Thus, the curvy ginger bobbed once to the 3-inch mark, twice to the halfway point of his cock then relaxed her throat and took him completely into her mouth, down to his balls. In fact, Lydia even found the time to extend her tongue and actually give his nuts a little lick as she held all 10 inches of hard dick in her gullet.

"God this dick is so nice," Lydia cooed, her fist stroking him a mile a minute due to how slippery his flesh was from her spit. "Allison will be one lucky lady when you two make it official after the lacrosse game."

Lydia resumed her blowjob, not caring in the slightest if anyone came bursting through the door at any moment and stayed to watch her masterclass in oral sex. Going right back to work, the redhead performed another salvo of head bobs with the first 5 inches of dick pistoning into her mouth before she relaxed her throat and swallowed all 10 inches at one time. Her throat bulged out as it was filled with hard cock, her nose pressing into the neatly trimmed patch of pubes Scott kept and his balls met her chin. Holding herself there for a lengthy time, long enough that she had to actually not gag on his cock, Lydia eventually pulled away. This time as she did so, her pretty face was red, his cock had more saliva covering it and there were even several strings of spit connecting her mouth to his pole.

As she leaned back to his lap, this time Lydia showed the lucky teen the other end of the spectrum. While her last several bobs on his cock were slow and she kept her face in his crotch for a good 10 seconds, this time Lydia went for speed while taking all of him. Essentially using her mouth to fuck him balls deep, Lydia kept her throat relaxed as she rocketed her gorgeous face down into his lap. Once Lydia had impaled her mouth fully with his cock, making her throat bulge, she retreated back up with length. With only his tip remaining between her lips, Lydia reversed course until her nose was smashing against his stomach. Despite the fact that the constant barrage of deep throats would make her voice a little hoarse, and all the blows her nose was taking was causing her eyes to mist, it was well worth it given how much Scott was grunting.

"Oh my God, Lydia," Scott hissed through clenched teeth as his hand subconsciously tightened to make a fist with her flaming red locks.

"Oh sorry," Lydia played, as if she had anything to apologize for. "Should I slow down?"

This time instead of taking him back into her mouth, Lydia tilted her head sideways and ran her lips up and down the side of his shaft. Not forgetting about the other side, Lydia turned her head all the way to that side next, tossing her luscious red locks over her shoulder in order to massage his cock with her lips as her tongue glided along the underbelly.

"Nope. Just keep going," Scott commented. "Please don't stop."

"Thought so," she grinned in response.

Instead of rubbing her lips back along his cock, Lydia went back to deep throating. This time she gave the lucky man no warm up and simply parted her lips, relaxed her throat and pushed all 10 inches into her mouth at one time. She held him in her throat, her lips wrapped around his base and flashed her piercing green eyes up to meet Scott, who she knew would be watching her suck him off. She held his gaze as she bobbed up and down, spending no time to make the transition from retreating along his spit covered shaft to plummeting back down it. Once every 3 to 4 times she deep throated him, Lydia would take an extra second to hold him in her gullet so she could make a side-to-side motion with her head, which only accelerated how much sooner he'd need to cum into her mouth. In fact, the latest time she did this, Lydia stayed down on his dick for almost 10 full seconds until she pulled all the way off for a gulp of air.

"You are something special," Scott commented as her face returned to a normal shade of pink instead of the deep red it was periodically becoming during her deep throating exhibition.

"Don't I know it," the redhead replied, well aware of her talents.

Lydia didn't reply as she had more important things to do, such as suck the big dick in front of her face until it exploded its gravy into her mouth. Keeping her throat relaxed and mouth in a perfect O shape, the curvy ginger thrust her head down with speed. If this move was done with poor aim or not having your throat opened enough could cause damage for both him and her, luckily Lydia was a professional when it came to sucking cock. In fact, she was certain she'd make the Olympics if they had a version for sex acts. Regardless, Lydia slammed her face down until her throat bulged with cock and her lips touched the base, at which point she reared back until she was 6 inches away from his manhood.

"Jesus!" Scott practically screamed as she threw her face down into his lap once more with the same reckless abandonment.

With each successive bob of his entire cock going down her throat, the amount of distance Lydia pulled away from him shrank until she was leaving the tip on her mouth before bobbing back forward. Resuming her normal deep-throat variety of blowjob, Lydia was in constant motion as her lips and throat tried desperately to milk the cum right from Scott's balls.

"Shit, Lydia. Period bell about to go off," Scott warned the kneeling cocksucker, noticing the time.

"Excellent. It'll make the finale even more exciting," Lydia replied before getting his dick wrapped around her lips once more.

"I'm getting close," Scott hissed, knowing he could let his resistance down and finally get his sweet release. 

In fact, it was only because of his aforementioned porn watching twice last night and once more this morning that Scott hadn't pumped Lydia's mouth full of his cum.

"Someone need to cum?" Lydia asked while stroking him with her hand only.

"So badly," Scott agreed immediately.

"Then give me your cum, Scott," Lydia practically begged from her knees. "But first, tell me you'll play tomorrow."

"Anything you want," Scott agreed without hesitation.

"Smarter than you look," the redhead grinned.

Knowing that the werewolf wouldn't last much longer, Lydia stopped playing with her food and went for the kill. Shortening her strokes with her mouth so that she was only sucking on the first 5 inches, the less distance meant a much faster blowjob. With all the spit covering his shaft, his pecker was practically frictionless which meant Lydia's lips could go that much swifter as a result. Using her peripheral vision to spy his hands tightening on the arm rests, Lydia used one last trick and took him all the way, deep throating him once again before pulling off and resuming her half-cock length bobs.

"Jesus! Cumming!" Scott screamed loud enough for any student walking within 10 feet of the door to hear.

The moment Lydia felt the first squirt of man gravy against the roof of her mouth she treated Scott to shooting the rest of his load directly into her stomach. Shoving her face forward, Lydia deep throated him for the last time so that his next blast of semen was in her throat immediately. The sudden balls deep sucking made the climaxing Scott squirm in his chair from pleasure overload, yet the kneeling redhead kept his dick firmly in her gullet. Knowing she wanted to be taking his semen right down her throat, Scott reached down with both hands and held the back of her head in place, making a retreat for Lydia impossible. Of course, the curvy redhead had no intention of going anywhere, content taking stream after stream of warm cum down her throat and into her tummy. 

Lydia had several ways of knowing when a man was spent. For one, it had been a few seconds since any more of his sperm shot down her throat. Secondly, the iron grip that he had on the back of her head with both hands had fallen away. Third, his grunts had turned to shudders as Lydia continued stimulating his hyper sensitive cock. And even if she missed all those signs, the fact he wasn't lifting his ass off the teacher's chair anymore to essentially fuck her face as he came was another sign. Therefore the curvy ginger slowly pulled her mouth from his cock, eye contact the whole time, until her lips pulled away from his manhood for the final time.

"Wow," was all Scott could find the words to say.

"I get that a lot," Lydia replied, straightening up and fixing her hair. "Now I have to go explain to the coach why playing an injured Jackson is still in his best interest," Lydia commented as she got up from her knees.

"What? Really?" Scott asked, broken from his post-orgasm stupor. "But Coach wouldn't do that. Jackson is still pretty hurt."

"Just like you wouldn't get sucked off by your wannabe girlfriend's best friend?" Lydia smiled as she fixed her hair in the mirror. "It's amazing what a teenage redhead with big tits and a great ass can get men to do."

And with that said, the aforementioned teenage redhead with big tits and a great ass left the room in search of the lacrosse coach.

*    *    *

"Oh come on, Mr. Finstock!" Lydia said, her voice dripping with annoyance with a tinge of anger. "We both know the lacrosse team is exponentially better with Jackson playing."

"Well, I certainly don't know that." Mr. Finstock replied, a sly smile on his face as he looked down his nose at Lydia. There was something about her that made him relish getting one over on her, to deprive the school's hottest girl, not to mention richest girl, of something. "The boy is hurt. I understand it's only a grade 1 sprain but those can worsen. So if I play the kid, I could lose him for the season."

"But Coach, scouts are coming. And Jackson at 50% is still better than anyone else on the team. Hell, even him just being on the field will inspire the other boys," Lydia retorted to the eccentric coach.

"The scouts will come back. But if he plays and gets hurt worse then I lose my chance at State," Coach countered. "Besides, playing a kid with a known injury is a great way to be fired."

"Okay. I see," Lydia said, walking further into his office and closing the door behind her. "What is this going to cost me?"

"What? Excuse me?" Finstock must not have heard the teenager right.

"What about if I flash you my tits? No…no that won't be enough to change your mind, will it? It's not tempting enough to make you risk your job over. I mean, I have great tits but a flash of them is not worth the hassle of that."

"I...Lydia…I'm going to say 'what' again?!" Coach Finstock said, those his eyes couldn't help but his eyes couldn't help but dart down to Lydia's immediately great breasts, which were on display in a low-cut top.

Ignoring him, Lydia continued on. "No, I'll have to make you cum. Yes, definitely that. Maybe letting you jerk off on my tits? Let you get off as I masturbate, getting off as I get off?"

"Now see here, Ms. Martin, I…this is wrong…inappropriate…" Coach Finstock replied, showing resolve.

"Look, I get it," Lydia said, bending over his desk so her tits were presented at eye level. Her large and yet insanely perky breasts, which almost fell right out of her top as she leant further down as she continued. 

"Um…get what?" he asked, licking his lips and looking nervous in front of the 16 year old.

"You're worried I'll run my mouth after this. That's not going to happen. I just want my Jackson to play in the game. And, I'm willing to pay any price that requires," the redhead explained.

The lacrosse coach watched as Lydia straightened up and walked to the other side of Finstock's desk. However, before she did that, the redhead stopped at the windows, pulling all the blinds shut before snapping the deadbolt on the office door into place. With that down, she came around and sat on the wooden desk, her legs open and giving Finstock a perfect view up her skirt. 

"Any price at all," Lydia added, dropping her voice to a sultry tone. 

"Wait...what?" Finstock still couldn't quite believe what the teenager was offering him. After all, he was pushing forty and she was a beautiful 16 year old. 

"Oh come now Mr. Finstock," Lydia said, her voice dripping in sexual teasing. "We both know exactly what I mean. But if me spelling it out turns you on..." Lydia leaned over, her red lips close to his ear. "I want you to fuck me. Use that nice...hard...cock and fuck me." As Finstock looked up at her, Lydia sealed the deal. "Please daddy, fuck this bad little girl."

"Is that what you want?" Mr. Finstock said, his nervousness fading away as his face gained an eager smile. "You know bad girls get fucked hard, don't you Lydia?"

"Mmmmm hmmmm!" she said excitedly, nodding her head and smiling with her red lips closed in a girlish smile. She had this guy pegged the moment she walked in. Fortunately for her, she had no issues getting off to what this guy obviously liked. "That's what makes us bad girls. The other thing is, we like to suck cock. Can I suck your cock?"

"Well...maybe...but first thing's first."

"Oh!" 

Lydia yelped when Mr. Finstock grabbed her by the ass, pulling her up a bit before moving his hands up her skirt. In a flash, Lydia's panties were off and across the office. He hiked her skirt up and surprised Lydia in the best way possible by going head first to her crotch. Though not the muscle-bound jock-type that she normally preferred, even when a goofy guy over twice your age went to eat you out, you liked it.

"Mmmm that's it..."she hissed through a smiling mouth.

Both of Lydia's tone legs were hooked on Finstock's shoulders as he happily lapped away at her cunt. Though the older man was showing next to no skill, he more than made up for that fact with sheer passion. His tongue was like a cornered rattlesnake, snaking out at any area of her pussy it could reach. One moment he'd be licking into her hole, the next he'd be slithering through her folds before darting out at her exposed clit.

"Oh...oh Mr. Finstock...mmmm eat my pussy daddy...fuck...eat this dirty girl's cunt." Lydia verbally encouraged.

SMACK! Finstock slapped Lydia on the ass, taking his mouth away from her cunt to say. "Language! Well, volume!"

"Mmmm sorry daddy," Lydia said in a sultry tone. 

Her tone again shifted in pitch as her older lover dove right back into her pussy. Though not as traditionally handsome as Jackson, or the previous lacrosse captain when Lydia was just a freshman, Lydia simply loved when a man really wanted her. Jackson wanted her for her mouth or pussy or asshole, but there was no lust or love left in him. Lydia was essentially just a fuck doll for him. So when a guy was really into it, a really eager Lydia was always that much more turned on. And the coach definitely qualified given his unleashed hunger, and Lydia loved being the main course.

Despite how sweet her pussy was, and how exciting it was munching a teenage girl's bald pussy, Finstock had more on his mind than simply eating her out. After all, Lydia Martin was all types of hot and the coach was risking his job for this. Therefore he was going to get his money's worth. Finstock pulled away from Lydia's pussy and stood up, unblocking his pants as Lydia looked on with an excited smile. Sure, some of it was for show and he knew that, but it didn't make it any less sexy. 

"You still want to suck this cock sweetie?" Coach Finstock asked rhetorically.

"Oh yes," Lydia said, her tongue coming out to lick her full lips. "I wanna suck it so bad, sir. I want to feel that hard dick in my mouth...I'm getting even wetter thinking about it."

With practiced ease, Lydia slid off his desk and to her knees in one smooth motion. When her knees hit the floor so too did Finstock's pants. Putting on a performance, Lydia ran her hands up and down his hairy legs before she settled them on his package. She smiled brightly, looking her piercing green eyes up at the coach's eager face as her hand fondled his nuts softly but pleasurably. She gripped his cock with her soft hands and slowly began to jerk him while her other hand tugged and teased his balls.

"Your cock is so hard Mr. Finstock," Lydia said. "Is it all for me?"

"Oh yes Lydia," he groaned. "Fuck, it's all for you. Now, fucking suck it."

"Yes, sir." 

Once again, as much as a blowjob was about what you did with your mouth, it could be heightened by attitude. This fact is what made Lydia Martin so good at oral sex. Well, about all forms of sex in general. She turned her big green eyes up towards his face and gave the older man a wink before she opened her mouth wide and brought his hard cock into her mouth. She moaned as he fit it inch by inch, her tongue snaking around its hard form.

"Oh fuck...that's such a good girl honey." he moaned, his voice cracking a bit. 

Lydia recognized the warble in his voice and had to suppress a smile as she bobbed her red-haired hair slowly but just fast enough so it wasn't teasing. Coach Finstock couldn't bear to look down for fear of what he would see would make him cum WAY too quickly. He knew what he'd see anyway as he could feel it on her lips. Lydia happily sucking with a smile on her face and his cock in her mouth. Her green eyes bright, her red lipstick smearing, her face showing nothing but pure glee in sucking his dick.

He wasn't wrong, either. Her green eyes were sparkling in utter lust as she sucked and stroked him. There was just something about sucking cock that drove her crazy. She loved it enough to become a master at it, despite her tender years. And because she had logged such an extremely high amount of hours on her knees, the redhead knew just the right places to tease, when to go slow, when to go fast. She knew if he wanted to face-fuck her or if he wanted it slow and sensual.Coach Finstock had started off liking the slow, sensual style, but with each passing minute he was looking for more. In fact, Lydia was re-arranging his placement in her mind, putting him into the column that wanted to face-fuck his woman.

She had her confirmation moments later. "Open that pretty little mouth wide, baby."

Even though her throat was about to be battered by the older man, Lydia couldn't hide her smile. Though she hid her intelligence, Lydia loved being proven correct. Doing as the coach wanted, Lydia pulled her lips from hugging tight to the man's cock and opened them in a wide O. As she was slackening her jaw, Finstock reached his hands down to her ginger locks and held her head in place. Lydia braced herself, even though she liked this part.

"Yes! God! Take it you dirty slut...mmmm...fucking dirty girl...oh fuck this is amazing..." Finstock's voice mumbled and trailed on, singing the filthiest praises he could think of for Lydia Martin. 

Even though his language wasn't very PC, he was in the middle of taking a blowjob from a student so the wording was the least of his crimes. His voice sounded so delirious and lost in lust that Lydia was worried he might just cum down her throat at any moment. Not that she didn't swallow, in fact she'd never spat a load of jizz in her life. However, Lydia preferred to taste the cum on her tongue then swallow rather than take it right down her gullet. Besides, she was so wet now she might suck him back to hardness just to get his cock in her.

Fortunately for the both of them, Mr. Finstock had a lot more in him despite his cock literally slamming down her throat. He made sure to ease up at the very end so her adorable nose didn't smash against his pelvis. However, instead of humping her face with his entire length, the coach preferred the style of making her choke down all 8 inches and holding himself in her throat before pulling her off and allowing the redhead to catch her breath.

"Gllllkkk…ggwwwkkkk…kkklllkkkkkk," Lydia gurgled and gagged.

After another few rounds of pillaging the teenager's throat, Coach yanked his spit-coated cock from Lydia's mouth, slapping it on the redhead's face for good measure. Lydia was surprised by it, not from the gesture as Jackson loved dick-slapping the 16 year old at any chance, but because it was the goofy coach. She didn't have time to reflex on it further before Finctock was pulling her back up and pushing her back on his desk. 

The pair moved with rapid speed and efficiently, almost as if they each didn't want to give the other time to rethink their sexual arrangement. Getting between her juicy thighs, Lydia reached her legs up around his hips to stop him from going anywhere. He had no such thought, instead his hands laced between the buttons of her blouse before tearing them open in one explosive motion. Lydia took over by reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra before letting the older man soak in the image of her truly majestic breasts. 

"Unreal," was all the coach could think to say before giving the heavy set of globes a firm groping.

"I know, right," Lydia grinned, obviously confident about her tits.

After his quick kneading of the round flesh, Coach dropped them in favor of grabbing his cock and lining it up with her wet slit. 

"Say it Lydia," Mr. Finstock growled like a hungry wolf.

"Say what?" she teased, her tone innocent.

"Say 'Fuck me daddy'... say it..."

"Mmmm fuck me daddy...fuck this bad girl with that big hard cock...fuck me daddy...." Lydia demanded, dropping back into her sultry voice.

"Uggghhh," he groaned, shoving his cock in her. 

Both Finstock and Lydia moaned in glee as her pussy was pierced by his thick cock. The redhead didn't get much time to savor the initial penetration because almost immediately the desk was skidding and creaking with the force at which Finstock drove into her. That suited the curvy 16 year old just fine. Hard and fast was probably Lydia's favorite way of taking a fucking. 

"Ohhhh, fuck me daddy...fuck your dirty little girl...mmmyou have such a good cock...I'm soo lucky! A lucky little slut!" Lydia spewed out, which only encouraged the older man more.

"Fucking...lucky...slut." said Finstock, punctuating every word with a hard thrust. 

The coach's lips crashed into Lydia's, hungrily kissing her. There was nothing tender in it though, instead it was a savage kiss while his cock drove into her like a battering ram and his hands pawed at her tits. Together, they both loved every minute of it. Still, Lydia knew that Jackson's future was on the line, not only his best (and only chance) of going to college, but also of going pro in lacrosse. Therefore, she needed to seal the deal in the best way possible.

"Mmmm, I love how that cock feels in my dirty pussy, daddy," she said, her voice a mix of deep breaths and moans. "But...do you think....mmm...do you think it could fit in my ass?"

Lydia punctuated her question by looking her brilliant green eyes up into his face. Once more she found herself suppressing a smile because it looked as though the man was about to die of shock. She literally watched as the emotions danced over his face, going from surprised to disbelieving and finally settling on pure elation.

"I think we should find out?" he grinned. 

The moment his cock left her snatch, Lydia was in motion. His hands were helping as they combined in pulling her off his desk, spinning Lydia around before the curvy redhead was bent over the desk. With her upper body already completely nude, meaning her heavy tits were pressed against his desk, Coach did similar with her lower body by tugging down her skirt, leaving Lydia in just her black high heels.

"Oooohh, you gonna stuff that cock in my ass Mr. Finstock?" Lydia asked, that teasing, knowing voice that was simply throwing gasoline over the older man's fire. "I mean, I want it sooo bad...I just hope it means we've come to an agreement about the game...sir."

"Let me put it to you this way, sweetie," Finstock said, his voice stern but still insanely arousing. He pressed his cock, soaked in her juices, right at her back entrance and pushed forward, making them both grunt as he popped his head past the tight ring. "He'll start and play the whole fucking game."

"Mmmmm, you're so good to me daddy," Lydia moaned. "Now...fuck my ass..use my ass as your fuck-hole...Mmmmm..."

"Oh yes," he growled. "Take this dick Lydia!" 

"Ohhh, fuck you're so big!" Lydia moaned.

This time Lydia wasn't just trying to heighten his arousal. Coach's dick was a lot bigger than she expected. Though she had fucked cocks of all sizes in all of her holes, Lydia's favorite was always a taking a nice, big, rock hard cock inside her. And it being up her ass just added the perfect level of dirtiness to it. Lydia braced herself against the desk, yelping and groaning with every hard, lust-powered thrust Finstock drove into her now-stretched out asshole. Even in all his filth and force, he did show a bit of concern for her feelings, as he rubbed her clit as he took her tight bubbly ass for everything it was worth.

"Oh fuck...Mr. Finstock...pound my slutty ass until your dirty girl cums...cums just for you, daddy!"

"Seriously?" Finstock asked, disbelieving that a 16 year ld could cum from anal sex. Especially when the sodomy was as frantic and hard as this. "Dirty girl is gonna cum?"

"Mmm hmmm..." 

Lydia wanted to try to coincide their orgasms together, especially since her next period was going to start soon and she still wanted to eat lunch. Therefore, the curvy redhead squeezed her ass tightly around Mr. Finstock's cock, making the man whimper in pleasure. He was already close to his own orgasm and now that Lydia was squeezing him harder with her anal ring, it would come even faster now. And then Lydia added just a little more encouragement. 

"Oh...fuck me daddy...fuck my ass...shoot that cum in me daddy...right up ass...make me cum with your hot cum inside me...Ooooh FUUUUUCKKK!!"

"Oh I can do that! Fucking...shoot...right..in your…ass! FUUUCK!!" Coach growled, starting to shoot the moment the last word escaped his mouth.

"OH FUCK YES DADDY!" Lydia moaned, her orgasm hitting the moment his hot jizz began to coat her bowls. 

In that moment of her climax, Lydia fell forwards so she laid flat on the desk and Mr. Finstock followed suit, humping into her ass as the last few shots of cum emptied from his cock into her ass. Lydia softly moaned, loving the short strokes he made into her booty as his recently released semen acted as a warm lubricant. As he did so, he showed a moment of tender affection as he softly kissed her shoulders in between whispers of 'thank you' into her ear. When his soft and wilted cock finally slipped from Lydia's well-fucked ass, he fell back on his chair, even more wrecked than Lydia. 

"So I can assume we have a deal," Lydia asked after turning around and lazily leaning on his desk, her large tits still swaying from the sudden movement.

"Are you kidding me," Finstock asked, a permanent grin on his face. "I'm a man of my word."

"So Jackson plays?" Lydia confirmed, her green eyes piercing into his soul.

"Never comes off," the coach agreed. 

"Thank you so much for your help, coach. I knew we could come to an understanding," Lydia winked at him then kissed his cheek. "Now I should probably go."

*    *    *

After receiving the first and probably best blowjob he'd ever received in his life, Scott was definitely going to play in the game. Stiles was angry, but being his best friend, there was no way he wasn't going to be right there to support him. Including a pep talk!

"Just try not to worry too much while you're out there, okay? Or get too angry," Stiles stated.

"I got it," the werewolf nodded.

"Or stressed," Stiles added.

"Yeah, I got it," Scott agreed.

Stiles continued, unable to receive a hint. "Don't think about Allison being in the stands. Or that her father's trying to kill you. Or that Derek's trying to kill you. Or the girl he killed. Or that you might kill someone if a hunter doesn't kill you first."

The game went about as well as it could have. Jackson played, but he was far fro 100%. However, it was his presence that was effecting Scott, mainly because the captain told the rest of the team not to pass to him. With each passing minute, Scott could see Allison slowly giving into Lydia's request and cheering for Jackson with her. Pissed and just barely containing his wolf-ish ability, Scott went supernova. 

"Is that Scott?" Chris Argent, Allison's father asked as they watched a player take the ball from the ground, run 60 yards and then literally blow the ball through the goalie's net.

"That is," Allison nodded, grinning like a fool at her wannabe boyfriend's supernatural abilities.

Now with his teammates reminded about how awesome he is, and realizing how close the game is despite the other team not being very good, they start passing to him. Not Jackson, of course, but the rest of them are happy for Scott to get the ball, do some crazy parkour stuff then fire them into the lead. 

From there, it only went downhill. The game ended with a win for Beacon Hills, making Lydia smile in satisfaction knowing her world-class blowjob wasn't wasted. After the whistle, Scott goes completely wolf vision and growls really creepily but Allison's voice comes through the haze like magic. With her voice soothing him via his heightened hearing, Scott stops from wolfing out completely and runs off because his wolf claws punched a hole in his lacrosse gloves.

"I assume you wanna go celebrate with your friends," Chris Argent said to his daughter as the student body flooded onto the field.

"I'll drive her home, Mr Argent," Lydia volunteered.

"Go," Chris told his daughter. "No later than 11pm, Lydia."

"Yes Daddy," Lydia said under her breath so only Allison could hear, earning her a disgusted look from her friend.

Allison looked around for Scott, but when she saw the fleeting back of a lacrosse player running towards the school and combined that with the lack of the new star, she put two and two together. Making sure her dad was gone, Allison left the lacrosse field at a jog and entered the school. It was easy to track him as she just followed the muddy cleat marks.

"Scott? Scott, are you here?" Allison called out as she poked her head into the men's change room. Not hearing anyone, she continued inside.

As Allison started to explore the change room, only the clicking and clacking of her high heels could be heard inside. She found more muddy footprints, as well as a broken mirror, no telling when that was done. She was really starting to worry now, feeling like she was the next murder victim in some cheesy teen slasher flick. However, as she left the rows of lockers and entered the group showers, she found a (sadly) mostly dressed Scott leaning against the wall.

"Hey, are you okay, Scott?" Allison asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, sorry. All the emotion from the game and I just needed a few moments to myself," Scott explained.

As Scott had his wolf-ish transformation under control again, now his eyes focused onto the stunning girl in front of him. Worried etched her face, though it did little to distract from her beauty. Her lips and big brown eyes were the standout features, but her entire face was just perfection. Scott found himself licking his lips as his eyes roamed from Allison's gorgeous face and down her body, though it was currently blocked by a long beige jacket.

"Probably just the adrenalin," Allison offered him as to his sudden downturn but just as swift recovery. "You were amazing out there."

"Thanks," he replied, holding her gaze with intensity. "Can I be honest? You make me nervous."

"I do?" Allison asked, her eyes opening even wider and a smile crossing her face.

"I just don't want to ruin my second chance after the whole panic attack at the party last week," Scott added.

"Second chance?" Allison asked, a crease in her brow before another pretty smile crossed her face. "You've already got that, silly. I'm just waiting for you to take it."

Allison and Scott held their gazes for several long seconds. While Allison felt guilty about hooking up with Scott's friend Derek last week after he drove her home from the party, she had an easy time rationalizing that whole situation. Besides, Scott didn't need to know about that, not right now anyway. Besides, Scott was just so fucking hot. And now, after the lacrosse game with him all dirty and roughed up, she was powerless to resist him.

"Lacrosse team will be busy celebrating for a little while yet. Locker room will be empty…all to ourselves," Scott suggested, never breaking their eye contact.

"Mr McCall?! Are you suggesting something indelicate to an impressionable teenage girl?" Allison acted offended, though a smile was already creeping at the corners of her mouth.

Allsion had a little fun by backing out of the showers and into the section of the room with rows of lockers with benches between them. As the werewolf slowly stalked after the retreating girl, he pulled off his jersey and shoulder pads before he sat down next to Allison on the bench she had sat down on. Scott met her large brown eyes again then snaked his arm around her, placing his hand on her back and pulling her towards him. They worked together to shrug off her trench coat, which exposed her extremely perky tits she displayed in the tight white shirt became pressed against the hard muscles of his well-earned abs as his other hand was placed on her chin, turning it upwards. 

Allison felt her heart threatening to beat completely out of her chest with the sensual touching and close contact they were sharing. The second he leaned his head down and initiated a soft kiss on her lips, it made the dark-haired girl practically flood between her thighs. 

"Mmmm," Allison purred after he broke the kiss.

The leggy girl was now dripping wet as Scott pulled her even tighter and kissed her deeper. His tongue pushed against her lips and Allison opened wide, allowing his hungry wet muscle to invade her mouth and meet her own. The softness in their embrace was being replaced with passion with each second as they hungrily made out with each other, tongues massaging one another in the space created between their lips. Knowing they didn't have a lot of time, Scott kept things moving as he let the hand that was on her back trail down the curve of her spine until it rested nicely on her small but bubbly ass.

"Yes," Allison moaned while her hands went to his waist and began undoing his lacrosse pants.

She leaned in and kissed him again, harder this time while she pushed off the bench she was resting on and stood in front of Scott. The werewolf took over undoing his pants before he lifted his ass from the wood, letting Allison pull them down to around his ankles. She wasn't on her feet long however, as she stepped closer to him then dropped to her knees. Scott wasn't quite hard yet but Allison felt him stiffen up when her hand reached under his waistband, clutched his cock and fished it out from his boxers. 

"Oh God Allison...do it," he groaned as the dark-haired girl gawked in amazement while lightly stroking his thick shaft.

Scott shut his eyes as he appreciated her delicate touch while she continued gliding her hand along his length. The lacrosse player was now fully erect in anticipation and the horny girl wasn't going to let it go to waste any longer. Diving her head towards his groin, she took his head in her mouth and used her tongue to play with his slit while her plump lips sat teasingly on his sensitive crown.

"Sweet mother of mercy," he yelped as the beauty's first move had its desired effect.

Allison gave his shaft a light stroke along it's full length and felt him harden to his full length while in her grasp. It was a turn-on for her to feel how her touch affected him but what really got her wet was seeing his incredible cock in its full glory. He stood a full 10 inches in length with the only thing that made it even more impressive was its immense girth.

"Does everyone in this town have gorgeous, massive cocks," Allison mused to herself, bringing a grin to her face.

The dark-haired girl licked her lips then made her move, tucking his rod upwards and licking the whole underside of his dick. It was soft as she ran her tongue along the thick vein running up the center, which was in stark contrast to the top of his member, which she then licked all the way down until back at his tip. Scott grunted his appreciation then grunted again when she captured his tip in her warm mouth and applied the gentlest of suction. 

"Gllckkk...gllcckkk," Allison's mouth sounded as his cock became coated in her spit.

The talented cocksucker continued to orally service just his sensitive tip for a while to thoroughly tease the man with the huge dick. Finally to his relief she pushed her lips down his tool and took in more of his flesh into her moist heat. She allowed a little over 4 inches to slide inside before pulling back slowly along his length until the only contact her lips had with Scott was on his pee slit. She repeated the action but this time she did it with more speed and continued to do so until she was bobbing at a fast pace.

"Mmmphm...ammmahhm," more sounds being emitted by Allison's mouth as she noisily slobbered on his fleshy rod.

"Damn you're good," he grunted as the smoking hot dark-haired girl now licked all along his fleshy pole.

Within the last 48 hours, Scott McCall had now been sucked off by two of the best blowjob artists in Beacon Hills. So far, he had to give the edge to Lydia and her world-class talent, but Allison wasn't far behind. Plus, the dark-haired girl was just getting started.

"You haven't felt anything yet," she remarked, a new idea forming in her mind. "Now be a naughty boy and fuck my face."

Allison had one hand resting on his powerful thigh while the other was stroking the portion of his cock that she wasn't able to fit inside her mouth. Scott reached down and grabbed her free hand by the wrist before collecting her other hand as well. Bringing them together, he had to hunch over but he was able to hold both of her small wrists in one of his large hands and keep them behind her back. 

To her credit, even without hands Allison hardly let that affect her performance as she continued to stroke her lips up and down on his slick cock. Finally she felt his free hand clutch the back of her head, giving the horny man complete control over her. Once in position, he pushed his hips forward while using his hand on the back of her head to pull her towards him, forcing her to take over half his 10-inch long cock into her mouth at one time. 

"Ugghhccckkk," she coughed as he caused her to choke.

Though Scott was still new to sex, it was clear Allison had more knowledge then him. Therefore, he allowed her to be his tutor while at the same time letting some of his new wolf instincts bleed through. Still, Scott, wanting to make sure she was okay with the rather forceful blowjob, he pulled back all the way and looked down at her, asking his wordless question. 

"Your dick is the size of my forearm...but take off the kiddie wheels and let's have some fun," the leggy girl told him.

"Sounds perfect. Relax your throat," Scott replied, tapping into his extensive porn knowledge and applying it to real life.

With his hands still in place, he pushed his hips forwards and dragged her face towards him again, albeit at a slower pace this time. Allison handled the first several inches without a problem until his bulbous head hit the back of her throat. She tried to take his advice but it was easier said than done, especially with this being her first attempt at deep-throating. She coughed again and this time when he pulled his member he smiled as he watched a thick strand of spit still connecting his dick to her lips. 

Scott gave the pretty girl a few seconds to let her catch her breath before making her take him back in her mouth. He tried again to get more of his member into her warm, wet mouth but Allison couldn't handle anything more than 6 inches, which was still an impressive feat. Though she wasn't thus far able to take him all the way so her nose was buried in his trimmed pubes, he gave the leggy teen credit for her persistence. She couldn't deep-throat him, but she did her best to service him as best she could. In fact, if it wasn't for Lydia yesterday, he honestly didn't think any girl would be able to deep throat him.

Allison kept bobbing along his length until she felt his hand holding her wrists together behind her back release her. She immediately stood up off the ground and began to kiss the horny man while stroking his spit-covered cock with her freed hand. Scott kissed the girl hard, matching her passion exactly.

"Your turn to lose some clothes," Scott informed her between kisses.

Allison wasn't going to argue with that request. The two moved together to help shed as much of her clothing in as little time as possible. Within seconds, Scott had her tight pants and and her panties pulled from her hips and down around her ankles. Kicking off her shoes, Allison was completely bottomless as the hunky werewolf lifted her into the air before setting her down on the wooden benchtop.

Her brain barely had time to register how uncomfortable the wooden bench in the change room was because as soon as Scott had sat her up there, he had pushed her juicy thighs apart. Never to be accused of being anything less than a generous lover, he wasted no time in burying his face in her pink folds. He was surprised to find she was already gushing wet, his tongue bathed in her sweet taste with the slightest hint of lemon.

"Mmmmhhhh....ohhh," Allison moaned in appreciation.

Scott licked her pink lips up and down, then flicked out over the clitoris causing the teenage girl to quiver atop the bench. Not satisfied with just playing around the outside, the muscular boy stuck his tongue as deep as he could inside her hole to sample her juices on the interior. The result was what he was hoping for as the taste was even sweeter than ever, not to mention he got off feeling his crush squeeze his head with her inner thighs while screaming louder than before.

Scott stayed down on his knees for another few minutes as he continued to lick the pretty girl and get her ready to receive his huge penis. Though it would be his first time, Scott understood that having a wet canvas for his broad cock was common sense. 

"You ready Allison," he asked, getting to his feet.

Allison was disappointed when his magical tongue stopped lapping her inner walls as he stood right in front of her spread legs. Instantly he pounced on her lips and she got a taste of her own tangy juices on his tongue. Scott was already standing between her long legs so as he kept making out with the pretty girl he lined his erection up with her mound and pushed into her with his tip.

"Uhhh...shit," Allison groaned. "You're so big."

"Should I stop?" Scott asked, ceasing his thrusting and prepared to pull out if she was in pain.

"What? God no!" Allison replied. "Just slow and steady…for now."

Scott couldn't help but smile as the teen girl got used to his well-endowed manhood. The virgin boy bent down and continued kissing Allison to help distract her from the momentary pain while he made slow, shallow thrusts into her to get her pussy to loosen up. Her cunt relaxed quickly and in short order he was able to stroke half his length into the horny girl. Allison was no longer grunting in pain but was now moaning and begging for more.

"Is this…are you…should I…" Scott stammered, not knowing which line of questioning to start with.

"Scott? Stop overthinking this and just fuck me, okay?" Allison stared up at him with a wicked grin on her face.

"Yeah? Like this?" Scott replied as he gave her a stab into her womb with more gusto.

"Yeah...keep fucking me baby," she encouraged.

It was clear to Scott that Allison was now fully enjoying herself and ready to get even more of his dick. The dark-haired girl had scooted her ass closer to the bench's edge to allow him easier access to her mound. He was on the same wavelength and began rearing his hips back further then plowing into her harder. Her moans began to mix with grunts again but the werewolf tuned it out and kept up his pace. He was so focused on the pleasure of Allison's tight twat gripping his manhood that he didn't feel her scratching on his back nor her biting on his shoulder. 

Once pulled out most of the way, he rammed back forward, this time getting another inch deeper. This time it was less of a gasp from Allison so he followed that up with another hard thrust. The sound of the metal bench creaking with each successive drive into her snatch made him smile, as did the fact that they could be interrupted at any second.

"Like it hard, don't you," he asked after hearing her moan more.

Allison was screaming too much as pleasure jolted through her curvy body to speak her reply. Instead, she nodded her answer while also using her legs wrapped around his waist to dig her heels into his ass, forcing him into her harder with each of his thrusts into her. By this point, Scott was impaling his massive 10-inch cock completely into her pussy, as their grunts and moans filled the men's locker room. 

"Fuck me," Allison begged again.

Scott was more then up to that request as he continued to fuck her hard, there was no two ways about it. With each thrust forward his cock head glided back into her pussy, tunneling all the way in, while the back of Allison's thighs pressed harder against the bench's edge.  Realizing she was still in a shirt, the werewolf sought to change that immediately. Pulling the white shirt over her head, Scott tossed it carelessly behind him, in which time Allison had unhooked her bra and did likewise to it. Now completely nude, he unconsciously slowed his thrusting so he could lower his head and capture one of her small pink nipples in his mouth and suck on it.

"Mhmmm...yes," she moaned in response before he switched tits. 

Straightening back up, Scott found his thumping pace once more, Allison's handful-sized tits swaying from the reckless abandon he was showing her as she screamed his name repeatedly. His hands were busy, one hand simply kneading the curvy flesh and occasionally pinching her nipple teasingly. The other one was rubbing her back and occasionally using it to slap her bottom, using it to ripple and leave a red handprint.

"I want you to cum for me," he told her while staring into her eyes.

Of course Scott planned on helping her out in this regard. Slipping his hand down between their sweaty bodies, he located her sensitive clit with his middle finger. Rubbing the digit lightly over the nub while they kept crashing their pelvises against one another as the new lacrosse star provided her with dual stimulation to her most excitable nerves. 

With the fast-paced tempo the couple was going at, that wouldn't be much of an issue for the gorgeous girl. His fat cock filling her better than ever, aided in large part by the fact that anyone could walk in and find them any second excited Allison further. Not only was he driving deep inside her, he was also doing it at a relentless speed that lesser men would have invariably cum in the process. 

"Gonna cum, aren't you Allison," Scott asked, reading the situation perfectly. "Cum all over my big cock."

Neither Scott nor Allison where this sexually confident persona was coming from, not that either of them minded. In fact, Allison had no problems giving into that request and her crush knew it too. Scott continued to thrust his hips into Allison and stimulate her clit with his finger and his left hand lightly pinching her erect nipple.

"OOHHHHH GGOODDDDDDD! YESSSS," Allison screamed as she came.

Even though he knew it was coming, her pussy gripped so tight onto Scott's cock that it almost felt supernatural. He had to grit his teeth and slow his crazy high tempo down to mildly gliding his dick into her vice-like pussy as it clamped down hard. Finally though, Allison stopped screaming and though her face was frozen with a "O" for a mouth, it was clear to him that she was done.

At this point, now that Allison was coming down and loosening up again, Scott returned to his torrid pace. Her tight pussy squeezing his cock for the past ten minutes coupled with the fact she had great oral skills had left him with only one thought in his mind. He needed to cum so badly and he knew it wouldn't take long. After another minute of deeply thrusting into her cunt, he was ready to explode.

"Need to cum," he warned, giving her the chance to tell him where.

Though her mind was just blown from his electrifying orgasm, Allison still had her wits about her. "Pull out. Cum in my mouth."

Allison knew that cumming in her was a bad idea. Though she was on the pill, there was only a small chance, plus she didn't want to walk around with a creampie, or return home with cum still leaking from her snatch. Cumming on her stomach or tits wasn't ideal either. Despite it being easy to clean, the lacrosse team could return any time now and she wanted a quick getaway. Thus, Scott thrust a few more times into her tight pussy before pulling out of her sopping wet cunt and stepped back. Allison used the space created and got to the ground, resting on her knees right in front of his cock as he stroked it.

"Mmm…uggghhhh," Scott grunted as he came.

He could feel the salt brine bubble up from his balls and travel on its path to eventually blast out of his tip and coat the back of her mouth. Allison had barely closed her lips around his tip when the first of his cum blasts splattered the roof of her mouth. She got over the surprise and started sucking his cock eagerly, drinking up as much of his salty load as quickly as his balls could squirt it into her mouth.

Eventually Scott stopped pumping jizz into her, though Allison didn't stop sucking for a few more minutes despite the well running dry. Sure that she had collected every last drop, Allison finished taking down into her stomach the last of his load.

"God, that was amazing Allison," Scott groaned, flopping down on the bench.

Before Allison could speak, the change room door slammed open and a panicked Stiles came running in.

"Scott! You okay…OH MY GOD," Stiles shouted upon seeing his very naked best friend standing with his dick in the face of an equally naked, kneeling Allison Argent. "I'm so sorry."

"Any chance you could, maybe…" Scott started to stammer.

"GET OUT STILES," Allison shouted at the stunned, smirking boy.

"Oh! Shit! Right," Stiles agreed before running back out.

"We should probably…" Scott suggested.

"Get dressed and leave? Yeah," the gorgeous girl finished the sentence, though the pair couldn't help but share a giggle over being caught by Stiles of all people.