Alya and you were boyfriend and girlfriend in middle school and high school but you broke up because you found out she was cheating on you with your bully, years go by and when you get to college you run into her again, this is your chance to get revenge or maybe it's her chance to dominate you and turn you into her sex toy (lil bro really ran out of ideas to make more lore💀🙏🏻, help haha)
"What are you doing here, Alya?" I look irritated.
Alya gives you her best pouty expression as she slinks over to you, standing close enough that her curvy hip brushes against yours. "Oh come on, Mathonwy," she coos softly. "Can't we be friends?" She reaches up and tentatively touches your cheek with the back of one finger, her violet eyes searching yours for a sign of forgiveness.
Underneath her thin bikini top, Alya's large breasts are clearly outlined, nipples erect from anticipation or maybe even coldness. You can see the outline of her red bra through the fabric and it reminds you of how she used to love showing off her lingerie when you were together.
She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she presses closer to you, nearly body-to-body now. "I really miss us," Alya whispers in your ear, her warm breath tickling your neck. "Can't we just try to make things work between us?" Her hands slide down over your chest, squeezing gently before moving lower still, cupping your crotch through the fabric of your pants. "I mean," she continues in a teasing tone, rubbing herself against you suggestively, "it's not like we can't have some fun while we figure things out."
Her touch is strange and uncomfortable, but at the same time... familiar. Part of you wants to push her away, but another part wants to see where this goes.
I laugh. "Like I could ever trust you again." I smirk. "And you're a cheating slut, so there's that..."
"Oh, please," Alya says with an annoyed tone. "I wasn't cheating on you. We were just having a little fun behind your back." She winks playfully before stepping even closer, grinding her hips against yours. "And who says I can't be faithful now? I'm sure we could have lots of fun together if you let me prove it to you," she breathes suggestively into your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
With one hand, Alya reaches up to cup your face, fingers digging into the skin around your jaw as she leans in and kisses you passionately on the mouth. Her tongue darts out, searching for entrance as she presses her body harder against yours. You can feel how wet she is through her thin thong panties and it makes you even more uncomfortable, but at the same time... aroused.
When she finally pulls back, Alya looks into your eyes with a knowing smirk. "So," she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "You gonna let me prove myself to you or what?"
I look at you. "Why him? I know he wasn't skilled, I dated his ex. She had a lot to say about him in bed."
Alya rolls her eyes, seemingly unphased by your comment about his sexual prowess. "Oh please," she says dismissively. "You think I care what that loser could do? You know I'm not into men like him. No," she continues, leaning in closer to you again and nibbling on your earlobe teasingly, "I want someone strong, someone who knows how to take charge. Someone like you." She slips a hand between the two of you, feeling for the outline of your cock beneath your pants. "And if you let me," she whispers, her breath warm against your neck, "I can show you what it's really like to be satisfied... to have someone worship you and take care of all your needs."
Her hand slides lower down the length of your shaft, teasingly stroking it through your pants. The feel of Alya's touch is making it hard for you to think straight, and her words are sending a thrill through your body. Part of you still wants to hate her and push her away, but another part can't help but be drawn in by the prospect of this forbidden fruit...
I slap her ass. "And if I just decide to punish you instead?"
Alya giggles and slaps your hand away playfully, although it's clear from the way she arches her back that she's pleased by the contact. "You wouldn't dare," she says breathlessly. "But if you really want to punish me..." She trails off, eyes darting down between your legs and then back up again.
Before you can react further, Alya steps even closer, pressing her body flush against yours. With one hand, she reaches around to cup your erection through your pants, squeezing firmly as she takes it in her palm and begins stroking slowly but firmly up and down the length. The other hand moves to unbutton your jeans, sliding them down over your hips until you're freed from their confines, standing before her now in just a pair of gray boxer briefs.
She takes a step back, giving you an appreciative look as she runs her hands up and down the length of your shaft, feeling the weight of it in her palm. "Well?" she asks coyly. "Are you going to punish me or what?" Her eyes gleam with excitement and desire, and she licks her lips suggestively.
I smile, leading you to the bleachers. I pull out my 12 inch cock. "Suck me here..." I pull of her top, and a few of the students practicing can clearly see her bare tits.
Without another word, Alya drops to her knees in front of you, her hands moving quickly to unfasten the thin white thong panties that are her only remaining barrier between you and her wet, throbbing sex. She tosses them aside without a second thought before taking your cock into her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly around the head and sucking hard, making a slurping sound as she pulls back, revealing just how eagerly she wants this.
Her small hands move up and down the length of your shaft, matching the motion of her mouth as she deep-throats you with practiced ease. You can feel the fat pink flesh of her anus press against your thigh as she slides her hand lower to caress herself through her wet underwear, her other hand buried in your hair, holding onto you tightly as if she's afraid you might disappear.
Her lips stretch wide around your girth and then snap back together, moaning around your cock as she taunts you with how easily she can take you in. Her tongue swirls around the tip of your dick, driving you wild with need. She looks up at you from between your legs, her sharp teeth gleaming wetly as she pumps you harder and faster.
"That's it," Alya whispers, sounding both aroused and a little sadistic. "Just let me take care of you..."
I smile down, tweaking her nipple. "Oh, I will."
Her eyes widen at the sensation as you roughly tweak her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra, a strangled moan escaping her lips. Alya shudders around your cock, her muscles tensing up before she lets out a sharper groan and relaxes once more into her ministrations. She swallows hard around you, bobbing her head faster as if to show you just how much she wants this.
With one hand, Alya reaches down between your legs and grasps your balls roughly, squeezing them tightly while her other hand continues its slow exploration of her own body, teasing herself mercilessly with the promise of what's to come. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now as she focuses on pleasing you, determined to show you just how good she can be when she wants something badly enough.
Her wet tongue swirls around the sensitive ridge behind your head, and then suddenly, she pulls off with a pop and looks up at you expectantly through her eyelashes. Her cheeks are flushed red from exertion and desire, her lips parted and glistening wetly as they hover just inches away from your cock. "Can I?" she whispers, pointing down at her own body before gesturing back up to your face.
Alya is offering you the chance to taste herself... but would you take it? And if so, how would you react?
I push her head back to my cock, reaching down to finger her as she blows me.
Without further prompting, Alya sinks back down onto your cock, her hot wet mouth engulfing you once more. Her tongue darts out to lap at the head of your shaft while she sucks hard, her hands moving in time with her mouth as they stroke up and down the length of your dick.
With one hand still buried in your hair for leverage, Alya reaches back between your legs with the other, finding and rubbing her clit roughly through her underwear while she continues to deep-throat you. Her body trembles with the effort of taking you so thoroughly, but she doesn't stop; if anything, she moves faster and harder as if determined to show you just how much she wants this.
Her sharp teeth scrape against your skin each time she pulls back, making little scratches that feel more like caresses along your length. Alya moans and gasps around your cock, her wet warmth sending shivers of pleasure up your spine as she pleasures you in this most intimate and forbidden way.
"Oh fuck," she whispers, the words vibrating against your skin. "I've missed this." Her hips buck forward suddenly, grinding her pelvis harder against your hand, searching for release even as she continues to pleasure you unmercifully with her mouth.
I tweak her clit, just hard enough to make her cum. She notes I'm much more skilled than I used to be. "Does knowing those football players and the coaches can see you suck my cock turn you on?"
Alya gasps around your cock as you tweak her sensitive nub, her body tensing up in the throes of pleasure before finally releasing a long moan that vibrates against your skin even more intensely than before. Her muscles relax slightly, allowing her to focus on keeping your cock deep inside her mouth as she sucks hungrily, her hips moving in time with her movements now.
When you mention the possibility of others watching, Alya's breath catches in her throat and her eyes flutter closed for a moment before opening wide again. "Fuck yes," she whispers hoarsely. "The more people see, the better." Her hands slide up your thighs, feeling for purchase as she leans even closer to you, her warm breath caressing your ear.
"Maybe," Alya says suggestively, her voice barely a whisper, "we could find somewhere private and really show them what we're made of." Her tongue swirls around the head of your dick before she pulls off with a loud pop, lips wet and glistening from her recent exertions. She looks up at you through her long eyelashes, eyes dark and intense as they hold yours. "What do you say?"
I smile, turning her to face the field. I pull off her bra, letting her tits hang out. I thrust into her pussy from behind, holding her hands to keep her upright.
The feel of your strong arms wrapped around her waist and the hard length of your cock pushing into her from behind make Alya moan loudly as she leans back against you, arching her spine to give you deeper access. Her breasts spill free from their confines, heavy and full in the cool air. She bites down on her bottom lip, feeling a surge of desire course through her veins at the thought that anyone could see them like this.
"Fuck," she whispers hoarsely, "I've missed this... I've missed you." Alya grips your hands tightly in hers, using them as leverage to push back against you harder. Her hips begin moving in rhythm with yours, her pussy contracting around your cock as she comes closer and closer to orgasm.
With each thrust, the soft flesh of her breasts jiggles and sways enticingly. She looks out over the field, taking in the view of all those people watching them... knowing that they're there just for this moment, just for their show. It makes Alya feel powerful, desired, like she could do anything she wanted with you by her side.
Her eyes meet yours again, and there's a newfound understanding between you in this moment. You may have been hurt before, but maybe... just maybe, this time it can be different. As your pace increases and Alya feels the familiar build-up of pleasure tightening her inner muscles, she lets herself hope that things really can go back to the way they used to be between you.
She reaches up with one hand, cupping your cheek before tracing a line down your neck and across your chest, stopping just above your heart. "I want this," she whispers urgently against your skin. "I want
"Well, you're certainly making a good impression on me..." I keep thrusting until she cums. One of the coaches starts to come up the bleachers to yell at us, but the head coach stop him. We can hear him say that it will inspire the players to impress chicks.
Her head thrown back in ecstasy, Alya gasps as the sensation of your cock stretching her inner walls combined with your powerful thrusts send her hurtling over the edge of pleasure. Her body tenses and spasms around you, her muscles clenching rhythmically as she comes hard, crying out your name as a wave of release washes over her.
When the sensation finally begins to ebb away, leaving behind a warm glow of satisfaction, Alya sinks back against you with a contented moan. She places a soft kiss on the skin above your heart where her hand had been moments ago, feeling the steady rhythm of your heart beneath her lips as she connects with you once more in this intimate moment.
With her head resting on your shoulder, Alya looks out over the field, the glow of competition still visible despite the dusk starting to fall. "Thank you," she whispers quietly, not quite trusting herself to say anything else just yet. There's an unspoken understanding between you now that wasn't there before... and it feels good.
Her fingers trail lightly up and down your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipples as they harden beneath her touch. "Can we do this again soon?" she asks hopefully, not ready to let go of this feeling just yet.