The Naughty List (F/m F+/f)
Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2018 1:40 am
“Hold still so I can hump you, elf!”
Robby ran. He always ran when Victoria got this way. Of all the boys in school why did she have to focus her lustful attentions on him?
It had started literally the day she moved to town. They were in middle school at the time, in fact he was on my way to class. At least he was until he was slammed up against a locker by a strange Hispanic girl a head shorter than himself.
“I want you.”
The next thing he knew she was pulling his head down, so she could attack it with her own. Her tongue forced his down and poked around inside his mouth. After what felt like an eternity she let go.
“I’m Victoria.”
“Robbie.”
“Victoria and Robbie. What do you know, a perfect fit.”
This was too much for the shy boy.
“Bye!”
He quickly ran to class.
From then on, she would greet him with a kiss or a pinch on the ass or a hand groping his dick through the front of his pants. Part of him liked the attention but it was all too much for him to handle. So, he tried avoiding her. That, it turned out, was a mistake. She was now the predator and he her prey.
He was taking the trash out one night when a bag was thrown over his head. Robbie felt his arms being tied behind his back with a belt before he was being dragged off. The next thing he knew Victoria was securing his hands to a branch in her tree house with the belt.
“Victoria? What the hell are you doing?”
“Reminding you who owns you.”
“Let me go. Now.”
“Never!”
She grabbed his head and began kissing him forcefully. Turned on and panicking at the same time Robbie began thrashing. The branch broke and the fell onto the floor. He ran. Victoria was gone for months. When she did return she kept her distance but never lost the look of a horny beast about to leap.
When they reached high school whatever was holding her back seemed to be gone. Every chance she got she would drag him into a secluded space (the first time was the janitor’s closet), bind his hands (zipties) and dry hump his brains out. It ended one of three ways: she tired and fell asleep so he could escape, he would escape, she would get caught in the act. The third time this happened she disappeared again. Strange to say, he kind of missed her.
Robby ran. He always ran when Victoria got this way. Of all the boys in school why did she have to focus her lustful attentions on him?
It had started literally the day she moved to town. They were in middle school at the time, in fact he was on my way to class. At least he was until he was slammed up against a locker by a strange Hispanic girl a head shorter than himself.
“I want you.”
The next thing he knew she was pulling his head down, so she could attack it with her own. Her tongue forced his down and poked around inside his mouth. After what felt like an eternity she let go.
“I’m Victoria.”
“Robbie.”
“Victoria and Robbie. What do you know, a perfect fit.”
This was too much for the shy boy.
“Bye!”
He quickly ran to class.
From then on, she would greet him with a kiss or a pinch on the ass or a hand groping his dick through the front of his pants. Part of him liked the attention but it was all too much for him to handle. So, he tried avoiding her. That, it turned out, was a mistake. She was now the predator and he her prey.
He was taking the trash out one night when a bag was thrown over his head. Robbie felt his arms being tied behind his back with a belt before he was being dragged off. The next thing he knew Victoria was securing his hands to a branch in her tree house with the belt.
“Victoria? What the hell are you doing?”
“Reminding you who owns you.”
“Let me go. Now.”
“Never!”
She grabbed his head and began kissing him forcefully. Turned on and panicking at the same time Robbie began thrashing. The branch broke and the fell onto the floor. He ran. Victoria was gone for months. When she did return she kept her distance but never lost the look of a horny beast about to leap.
When they reached high school whatever was holding her back seemed to be gone. Every chance she got she would drag him into a secluded space (the first time was the janitor’s closet), bind his hands (zipties) and dry hump his brains out. It ended one of three ways: she tired and fell asleep so he could escape, he would escape, she would get caught in the act. The third time this happened she disappeared again. Strange to say, he kind of missed her.