Her mesmerizing waves of dark brown hair descended down her Kelly green peacoat. The coat extended to her knees, where it met a pair of brown leather boots. 

Even on the image captured by a ceiling-mounted camera, the arresting color of her lipstick–a vibrant green–sparkled from her luscious lips like a beacon. The color was a perfect match for her emerald eyes.

As usual, Cooper Deering looked absolutely incredible.

The mood in Kelsie McCollum’s room was practically funereal.

“Does Chris…know there’s a camera?” Jacqueline managed to ask quietly.

Jason looked upward, his face stricken.

“No. I didn’t even remember myself. I forgot I’d installed it down there until just now.”

Alexia turned with panic toward Kelsie.

“Maybe…maybe we should…”

Alexia’s voice trailed off.

Kelsie didn’t look back. It didn’t need to be said. They were all thinking it.

Alexia had been trying to say: Maybe we should close the laptop.

Alexia wanted to spare her bestie from the pain that was coming. To actually say the words, though, would be to effectively admit, out loud, what was about to happen.

And so, Kelsie, Alexia, Jason, Jacqueline, and Erika stared down at the laptop in silence…

…and then jumped, when they were reminded, in unison, that this camera captured sound, too.

“I thought you might be down here!”

Chris dropped the clothes he was feeding into the washing machine, bolted upright, and spun toward Cooper Deering with wide-eyed shock.

Deering laughed.

“You and your clothes, Chris! You’re like clockwork! Such a clean, clean boy.”

Chris couldn’t manage a response.

Deering studied the enormous quarterback for a moment.

“Baby…you DO look…not so great,” she diagnosed with an exaggerated, sad pout of her lips. “I’m so sorry you’ve been sick!”

Deering cast a glance back at the door to the laundry room, reached out her hand, and twisted the lock on the door. She turned back to Chris with a wry smile.

“But that isn’t what I’m REALLY sorry about, Baby.”

Deering began to slowly advance toward Chris, one sultry step at a time. Chris remained frozen in place, unable to get a word out. When Deering had closed all but a few feet of distance between the two, she stopped.

“Don’t you want to ask me, Baby?”

Chris blinked.

“W-what?” he finally managed.

Deering slowly ran her tongue across her green lips a single time.

“Don’t you want to ask me what I’m sorry about?”

Chris, otherwise paralyzed, forced out a reply.

“What are you sorry about?”

Deering gently bit her lip before answering.

“I’ve been a bad girl, Chris. A bad, bad girl.”

“You see, I’ve been sitting over at Pi Pi Pi all week, alone, because my Baby told me he was really sick. I’ve been wanting to keep from catching your germs! What if I started kissing you with these lips, and then I got sick myself?”

Deering reached down to the buttons of her peacoat, and began undoing them one-by-one.

“I’m so sorry, Baby,” she purred, “I shouldn’t have been worried about kissing you.”

“I forgot what my little whore mouth is for. My little whore mouth isn’t for kissing you.”

Deering shrugged off the pea coat and let it fall to the floor.

She was now wearing only a green lace bra, green lace thong panties that gorgeously framed her perfect ass, and her boots.

“My little whore mouth,” Deering proceeded, “Is for swallowing your fucking dick.”

Up in Kelsie’s room, Jacqueline closed her eyes, reached up to massage the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger, and produced the only words that any of them could manage.

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ,” she muttered.

“But don’t worry, Baby,” Deering went on, confidently letting Chris absorb her body with his eyes.

“I know I need to be punished. I know my clean boy needs to show me he’s a dirty boy. I know my filthy little fucking throat needs to be reminded what its job is. So here’s what we’re going to do.”

Deering closed the rest of the distance between them. She reached her long, green nails up to Chris, gently pushed his head to the side, away from her, and began to kiss his neck.

“I’m going to crouch down, right here,” she murmured between kisses, “And you’re going to fuck my little whore mouth. We’re going to see how much I can take. I want you to look down at your dick and see the ring of my lipstick and know just how good of a little slut I was for you.”

Deering paused, stuck out her tongue, ran it from the base of Chris’s neck all the way up to his ear, then continued.

“And when you’re good and ready, you’re going to pull your dick out of my whore mouth, and you’re going to spin me around and pull down my panties. You’re going to bend me over this machine and fuck me like the little whore that I am.”

“And I know what you’re thinking, Chris.”

“‘Cooper, what if I don’t WANT to pull my dick out of your little whore mouth? What if I want to grab the back of your head and keep fucking your mouth until I shoot my load right down your little fucking whore throat?’”

Cooper drew back from Chris and bit her lips a final time.

“Well,” she said, lustily answering her own question, “Then I guess that’s just what I deserve.”

Alexia looked down at Jason.

“Shut it.”

Jason, like everyone else in the dorm room other than Alexia, was frozen.

“Shut it!” Alexia repeated, shouting this time. “Shut the fucking laptop, Jason!”

As, on the screen in front of them, Deering’s perfect body began to slowly descend in front of Chris, Jason was shocked into action. He reached out his hand for the screen…

…and then, everyone in the room jumped a second time.

Four floors below them, in the laundry room, Cooper also jumped, with a start, away from Chris.

The giant quarterback had practically screamed the words that had just come out of his mouth.

“IT’S MY DAD!!!”

Now, everyone was staring in silent shock: The five friends at their laptop; Cooper at Chris.

Cooper, still crouched in erotic glory in front of Chris, cocked an eyebrow.

“What?”

Chris’s mouth hung open for a second, as if he was just as stunned by what he had said as she was. Then the muscle-bound boy found the rest of his words.

“I-it’s not me. It’s not me who’s sick. I’m sorry I told you that. It’s my Dad.”

Cooper stood back up in front of Chris, the overwhelming sexuality of her appearance now clashing with the confusion on her face.

“Your Dad?” she queried.

Chris nodded hurriedly, as if the train running through his mind was frantically laying down track in front of him one sentence at a time.

“Yeah, my Dad. He’s sick. Like, really, really sick. They don’t know what it is. He’s been to a couple of doctors now. But…it’s like, really bad. He hasn’t been able to even talk for weeks. If it wasn’t for the season, I’d already be back there with him.”

Alexia slowly turned toward Kelsie.

“His Dad is sick?” she whispered.

Kelsie’s blue eyes, locked on the screen, ventured not a single blink.

“He talks to his Dad on the phone practically every day,” she breathed. “They talked for an hour YESTERDAY. They were going back and forth about some NFL game. They were LAUGHING.”

Alexia’s jaw dropped, and her own eyes darted back to the screen.

Down in the laundry room, Cooper swiftly moved to regain control of the moment.

“Oh, Baby,” she offered. “I’m so sorry! You’ve been hurting this week, and I didn’t even know! What can I do?”

Cooper drew herself close to Chris, and began, once again, to kiss his neck.

“What can I do to make it better?” she offered sultrily between kisses. “What can Cooper do to make you feel better, Baby? How can Cooper make you forget?”

Chris finally found command of his own body.

“No, Cooper!” he exclaimed, taking a step back. 

“I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry. I just…it’s just a lot. I’m just…really, really sad right now, OK? I just…I just need a little space to process this and figure out how to be there for Dad. I don’t know how much time he has left.”

Cooper blinked, her mouth open. It was as if her mind didn’t know how to process the situation.

After a moment, the brunette bombshell slowly backed up to where she had dropped her coat. Cooper reclothed herself, then walked back to Chris with a look that was one part perplexity, one part feigned-sympathy, and one part “I know a human being is not supposed to be mad in situations like these, but I AM.”

“Well.” Cooper offered finally in her classic, steelily even tone. 

“You take some time, then, Chris. Get it all sorted out, I guess. And when you have…you come let me know.”

Cooper wheeled away and marched herself out of the laundry room.

Chris watched her leave, then exhaled furiously and collapsed forward against the laundry machine in front of him. He hunched over, heaving in and out, as if he had just survived a hurricane that had passed directly over his head.

Finally, Chris, clearly desperate to no longer be in this room, gathered his clothes back out of the machine, unwashed, tossed them back into the basket, and stumbled out of the room.

Up in the dorm room, Jacqueline took two steps back and let out a long, low whistle.

“Holy. Shit,” she murmured. “He did it! He actually fucking did it!”

“Oh my God!” Alexia breathed. “Oh my God! KELSIE!!!”

Everyone in the room, sharing the same realization, suddenly pivoted toward the pale, blond, sapphire-eyed figure standing next to Jason.

Kelsie remained fixed, silently, on the screen. 

Her eyes were wide. Her expression was frozen. Her delicate chest heaved inward and outward with each full, powerful breath.

Kelsie watched Chris shuffle out of the laundry room, his laundry basket tucked under his arm.

And then Kelsie sprinted for the door.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Alexia shouted, chasing after her bestie and grabbing Kelsie by the arm. 

“You can’t go yet, girly!” Alexia laughed. “There’s traffic down there!”

Kelsie stopped…but her expression remained locked in place.

Kelsie robotically looked down at her arm, then back up at Alexia.

“Let go of me.”

Alexia’s second laugh was now tinged with worry. She shuffled between Kelsie and the door.

“Kels, don’t worry!” she offered. “Heck, maybe in an hour or two it’ll be more clear…”

Kelsie’s expression did not change. Not one bit.

The petite girl stared directly into her bestie’s brown eyes.

“ALEXIA. GET. THE FUCK. OUT OF MY WAY.”

Alexia stumbled backward in shock.

“JESUS CHRIST, Kelsie!”

As Alexia, Jacqueline, Jason, and Erika tried to determine what kind of demon had just possessed their blond friend, Kelsie made for the door a second time. Alexia stopped her once again, but this time the curvy Latina threw up her hands in surrender.

“STOP! Just give me a second! I’ll call Kaykay! I’m calling her RIGHT NOW! Just wait! WAIT!”

Alexia pulled out her phone and dialed.

“Hey! Look, I don’t have time to explain…but you have to clear the second floor. Now.” 

“YES, I’m serious! No, I don’t know HOW! Just fucking DO IT, Kay! NOW!”

Kelsie had listened long enough. 

She shoved her way past Alexia, swung open the door, and bolted from the room.

Kelsie didn’t hear the protesting calls of Alexia and Jacqueline behind her. She didn’t process the presence of the other residents of her fourth-floor hallway as she stepped past them. She didn’t notice anyone on the stairs as she hustled downward.

Kelsie barely noticed the shouts of “Oh my God, Y’all, Come see this!” that emanated from the second floor as she approached. She didn’t care about the sight of Kaykay ushering four other people out of sight around the corner down the hall. 

Kelsie ran onward.

She only cared about the hulking, dejected figure who now emerged from the opposite stairwell at the far end of the hallway. 

Who reacted to her approach with surprise. Who hustled to meet her, laundry basket under his arm, at the door to his dorm room. 

She cared only for this man…

…and for one word.

The word that pounded, again and again, with each heaving breath, through her mind.

The word that Kelsie had reacted to with an embarrassed laugh when Alexia had uttered it on the day that Kelsie had first arrived at Perion University. 

The word that had once seemed beyond her…just as Chris had once seemed beyond her.

The word that now represented the only thing that she wanted.

Kelsie collided with Chris at his door. She flung the door open, shoved her stunned man through the doorway, and slammed the door shut.

Kelsie knocked the laundry basket from Chris’s arms, drove her hands into his chest, and pushed him back against the door.

“DEFILE ME.”

Chris–not for the first time this evening–was stunned.

“What?”

Kelsie drove her eyes up toward Chris. She drove her eyes through Chris, into him, over him.

And then her animalistic command rang out a second time.

“FUCKING. DEFILE ME.”

Chris didn’t get a chance to respond. Kelsie had already pulled his mouth down to hers. It wasn’t the first time she had kissed him hungrily…but it was the first time she had driven his face this hard against hers. She wanted to be hurt by the impact of his lips.

Kelsie attacked Chris, tasting him, consuming him…but only for a moment. 

This wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.

Kelsie pushed away from Chris and tore off her Perion hoodie and pajama pants with abandon. She revealed another gift from Jacqueline: A bra-and-panty set that matched the brilliant powder blue of Kelsie’s eyes.

Chris’s own lust was consuming him now, and he grasped frantically for his own clothing. The huge boy barely had time to strip himself naked before Kelsie’s lips were on him again… 

…This time, on his dick.

Chris’s huge penis was already rock-hard and straining upward from his pelvis. As he moaned, Kelsie ground her lips against the underbelly of his cock. She opened her mouth wide to consume as much of his shaft as possible, powering her tongue up and down his length. She desperately needed to face his hardness. She needed to taste it, to feel it strain beneath her lips, to remind herself of what this massive dick could do to her.

There was a time–mere days earlier–when Kelsie would have been wracked by feelings of inadequacy in the wake of the scene that she had just witnessed play out on the laptop. A time when her soul would have shriveled at the sight of Cooper attacking Chris’s resolve with her unmatched body and filthily tempting words. A time when Kelsie had refused to believe that this man, with his kind heart and his powerful body and his titanic dick, could ever be hers.

That time was over.

Now, Kelsie was merely possessed by the fruitlessness of her enemy’s actions. 

Cooper Deering’s body, her lingerie, her talk.

All that any of it had done–before Chris rejected Cooper–was fill Chris with more cum. 

Cum that could only go to Kelsie. Cum that only she was allowed to take from him. 

Because Kelsie belonged to Chris. And Chris belonged to her.

Kelsie powered her mouth up over the head of Chris’s penis and drove him into her throat. She had never put a cock other than Chris’s between her lips, and she had almost no experience taking him deep. Her virgin throat wasn’t prepared…but this overwhelming feeling was what she wanted. She needed to feel his dick attack her.

Kelsie quickly felt her gag reflex kick in…but not before she heard a primal moan from Chris as his huge penis powered into the tightness of her throat. Kelsie forced herself against the throbbing head of his dick for as long as she could, savoring his frantic calls of pleasure, before she finally withdrew to take a deep, violent breath of recovery.

Chris was looking down at her now with burning conflict, the sympathy in his heart trying to take over from the desire pumping through his body. Kelsie knew how much he treasured her. She knew the stress that he felt as he watched her gasp for air after she had choked on his dick. She knew he wanted to protect her.

Kelsie wasn’t having it.

The petite blond jumped upward from her knees and yanked Chris over to his bed.

Kelsie rolled onto her side.

“Get behind me, Chris!” she commanded. Her enormous lover eagerly complied.

The words poured from Kelsie’s mouth with wild abandon as she turned to look back at him.

“Take your dick in your hand, Chris. I want you to look at my ass in my panties and think about how it all belongs to you. I belong to you. Stroke your dick and think about what you’re going to do to me.”

“Ohhhh fuck,” Chris whispered. His hand coursed up and down his pulsating shaft. Kelsie could see the precum pooling on his tip. She knew he was ready.

Ready to hurt her.

Kelsie didn’t want to be fucked by Chris’s dick. She wanted to be destroyed by it. She wanted her tiny body to be reduced to ashes by the fire of Chris’s passion…so that she could rise from those ashes anew, as a girl who had only ever belonged to this boy. 

“Pull my panties to my knees, Chris!” Kelsie panted.

As Chris obeyed her, Kelsie cast a glance down to her ass. It was so pale, so fragile, so helpless against the massive cock that was about to power beneath it to violate her pussy. 

Kelsie’s arousal was reaching a crescendo. She hungrily twisted to address her man.

“Fuck me hard, Chris! Fuck me SO HARD!”

As consumed as he was by his own lust, Chris had difficulty complying with this command: He simply cared for Kelsie too much. Even as he fed his eager cock into her still-tight pussy, Chris tried to regulate his power, to control his penetration.

Kelsie stared backward, madly piercing Chris with her blue eyes.

“HARDER!”

Chris allowed himself to slowly push deeper, to fill Kelsie completely, to feel the coursing pleasure as he stroked himself in and out of her narrow opening. But this still wasn’t enough for the tiny girl on her side in front of him–her light blue panties at her knees, her body trembling from his force, her ass straining back towards him again and again so her pussy could take every inch of his dick.

“HURT ME, Chris!” Kelsie moaned.

At last, Chris, with full, unbridled power, thrust his dick all the way inside of her.

Kelsie’s mouth opened wide. Her eyes, still staring back at Chris, winced with the pain of his action. Chris pulled back. Kelsie did not relent.

“Don’t you stop, Chris!” she whispered hungrily. “DON’T. YOU. STOP!”

Chris powered inside of her again, and again, and again. Kelsie took stroke after stroke, demanding the pain, needing it…but craving, most of all, the look that was slowly spreading across Chris’s face as he fucked her. 

The torrid gleam in his blue eyes as he moved from reserve to abandon. The ecstasy he began to feel each time he made her take that sweet pain. The way he began to control her, to use her for his pleasure, to own her.

Kelsie, wild with lust, pushed him onward.

“Make me take it, Chris!” she demanded. “PUNISH ME with your dick! ”

And at last, Kelsie, with burning recklessness, drove the final scraps of humanity from her man.

Chris grabbed Kelsie with full force and flipped her down onto her stomach. His arms powered under her and crossed beneath her neck as he drew his face down beside her. 

He trapped her. He imprisoned her. 

And then he gave her what she wanted. 

Chris began to destroy her pussy.

“OHHHHHH YESSSSSS!” 

Kelsie released scream after uninhibited scream as, time after time, with raw, animalistic power, Chris slammed his giant dick inside of her. 

She was his property now, his toy, his plaything. She was HIS.

Chris began delivering a question into her ear with each punishing stroke.

“Is this what you want, Kelsie?”

“IS THIS WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT?”

Kelsie was wailing uncontrollably now.

“YES! YES! YESSSSSS!!!”

Chris began to join her with his own primal cries as the unbearable eroticism of dominating Kelsie overtook him. Kelsie knew he was close. And she knew, again, what she wanted.

“Cum on me, Chris! Cover me with your cum! MARK ME as yours!”

“Ohhh my fucking GODDDDDD!!!” Chris moaned as Kelsie’s voiced desire supercharged the passion he already felt with each controlling thrust. 

As Kelsie swept her hair from her back, Chris pulled his punishing shaft from her conquered pussy. With deep moans that echoed from the walls of the dorm room, he grabbed his hard dick, pumped it with as much force as he could summon, and began, as she wanted, to mark her.

Kelsie felt the first hot wave of Chris’s cum splash against her neck. She shivered as he pumped his seed across her shoulders and down her back. She heard the hard groan of force as Chris sent a determined volley into the crack of her ass. With stroke after stroke, moan after moan, Chris painted her pale figure with his ecstasy.

At last, Chris had summoned every ounce that he had to give. Kelsie knew her man. She knew the kind soul that would re-enter his body as his seed left it. She knew the regret he’d feel as he stared down at what he’d just done to her.

Kelsie had no time for that.

“Come down next to me, Chris!” she moaned, driving her hand between her legs.

As her lover descended, Kelsie finally delivered her jealous, wanting clit its own violent punishment.

“Tell me I’m yours!” she breathed to Chris as she attacked herself. “TELL ME I’M YOURS!”

“YOU’RE MINE!” Chris panted. “AND I’M YOURS! YOU’RE MINE! I’M YOURS!”

“OHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!!!!” Kelsie screamed. She flailed face-down on the bed as the power of her release overwhelmed her. Her orgasm possessed her, tossing her from side to side as the animal hunger that had conquered her spirit finally poured from her body. 

At last, the lovers collapsed in exhaustion against the sheets.

For a minute, the room was finally quiet again, save for the heaving breaths of two souls returning from the limits of mutual desire.

From within the wall next to Chris’s bed, there came a loud knocking sound.

And then, the muted-but-clear sound of an all-too-familiar voice.

“Three things!” Kaykay announced.

“First: CONGRATULATIONS!”

“Second: YOU’RE WELCOME!”

“Third: Y’all are damn lucky that everyone is gonna think it was HER.”

“‘Cuz this whole damn floor knows: Chris just fucked the hell out of SOMEBODY!”