Ashley

Ashley was kind of goofy, in a shy way. People constantly had to ask her to repeat herself because of how softly she always spoke, bordering on mumbling at times. She was smart, though. She took all AP classes her junior year, and was given superlatives like "most likely to succeed" and "most dependable". She had her whole life ahead of her; dreams of going into the medical field and finding a cure for terrible diseases. By the time he was done though, Nick fucked every last one of those dreams out of her.

Nick's hunger was starting to become all consuming. The more girls he fucked, the more he wanted to fuck, and the more they wanted to fuck him. He was like catnip to his growing lists of conquests. They constantly invited him over to their houses, or if they were horny enough, they knew he wouldn't mind fucking them in any remote location around the campus. But what he was loving the most, were the transformations and corruptions. He loved knowing that his cock was turning good girls into bad girls and bad girls into horrible girls. He was ruining them for others. He was building his own personal army of cock hungry sluts that needed his BWC like junkies needed their next hit.

In a lot of ways, Ashley was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was physically close to Nick 1 hour everyday as they sat next to each other in class. It was enough for him to notice her. Sometimes that's all it took with Nick. But Ashley was shy and very intimidated by him. He had an aura to him by now. And the whispers about him were now flat out statements said almost matter-of-factly. There was even a bubbly and flattering drawing of him in the girls bathroom. Nick made sure that his favorite teacher paired them up for an assignment. Nick's favorite teacher would do anything for him, after all, like making sure they had access to her classroom after hours and that none of the cleaning crew or any other teachers would be working that night.

Nick just teased her at first. To...ease her into things. Telling her how her ex-bf (the nerd on the debate team) was really missing out on such a pretty and brilliant girl, taking every oppertunity to brush against her arm, and all that stuff that secretly bored Nick to ****. But it didn't take long for them to start kissing. Ashley was becoming entranced by him. It's like his musk was a natural aphrodisiac. He picked her up and sat her on the table they were working on.

"Wait Nick, we're...too fast."

Here eyes widened when she looked down and saw his cock practically ripping through his pants.

"no..."

Nick hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side.

"Nick..."

Unbuttoning and sliding down his pants enough to let his spear finally free.

"NO"

But her pussy was already visibly wet. Her pussy knew what she wanted, even if the rest of her didn't yet.

"NICK NO IT'LL TEAR ME..AP..app"

The first three inches stretched her out like she had never felt before. She couldn't even get any words out of her mouth. Nick started to rock his hips, working his way into her inch by inch, giving her just enough time to adjust before pushing into her deeper.

"Open your legs." He commanded. Ashley obeyed and was rewarded when Nick's cock hit a place inside her she didn't even know existed.

"I...I...FUCKKK" was all she could manage to finally get out in a loud moan.

Nick grabbed her by her hair and pulled it tight to her head, tilting it down, forcing her to watch as his dick pump in and out of her like an engine piston.

"So much grool all over my cock already?"

Ashley let out another loud moan. She never knew such pleasure existed. She never knew that she wanted to be...used like this.

"You're making such a slutty mess all over my cock" he began to growl, thrusting into her harder, grunting like an animal.

"I'm sorry...it's...it's sooo good, though Mmmm" she started to squeeze and play with her own tits, just like she would do when she fingered herself in bed at night.

Nick brought his hand to her neck and began to squeeze, just with enough **** to set her pleasure sensors into overload. Her mind went black, her mouth dropped and the only things that came out, other than his name, were her wails of pain and moans of deeply intense pleasure.

She screamed when he let out a lion's roar and held himself deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her, her face buried in his chest and her body wanting to keep it's new mate as close as possible during copulation. It would be several minutes before his swollen balls were finally done painting her womb.