A Hazel With Cream

All characters are over the age of eighteen. This story is a fantasy. Always make sure to get consent from your partner.

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As she was getting ready for practice her phone buzzed. It looked like she had gotten a Reminder message from Coach:

>>>>One last time, make sure to return your jersey and any extra equipment today. Bryan will be checking all turned in equipment off at the large storage room by the men's varsity locker room.

>>>> Just make sure to get your equipment turned in by 5:30, otherwise you'll be out of luck until next week.

"Damn, I'll have to drop my jersey off after practice," she said to herself.

Running out of the ladies locker room, she turned the corner and made her way down the hallway past the men's locker room. Hazel hurried around the next corner and made my way down the last hallway. Equipment storage was way out of the way. She was fairly certain few athletes, let alone students, had seen inside them. The door to the large storage room was open and she popped her head in. Bryan was sitting there, clipboard on his lap, looking at his phone.

Bryan lived that jock life. He was the number one tight end/safety on the football team. Normally he would have played basketball during the Winter, but had injured his knee before the season and decided to manage the women's team. Most of the girls on the team, including Hazel, had a crush on him.

"Hey Bryan!" he looked up, "I'm really sorry. I forgot my jersey in my car and I've got to run to softball. Is it okay if I bring it after practice?"

He looked a little nonplussed, "That's fine Hazel. Just make sure you hurry back," gesturing around the locker room, "this isn't the most thrilling place to be on a Friday."

Trying her most dazzling smile, "Thank you so much. I'll definitely think of some way to make this up to you." She waved a goodbye.

Turning, she ran down the hallway and out the door, making my way down to the softball field.

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Rushing back down the last hallway jersey in hand, she was a little flushed. Hazel was a bit of a mess after being run ragged, doing conditioning at practice and rushing to my car. Stopping to catch her breath, she did what I could to fix my hair. Hopefully I'm not too late, she thought to herself. The door was open when Hazel tried it and she walked in, closing it behind her.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," she tried to look sheepish holding up the jersey.

Standing up, Bryan stretched with his arms out wide. About a head taller than Hazel, he looked down at her. "It's no big deal, besides having to wait for the last forty-five minutes on you. You're the last one on the list. Fortunately I've been able to stay entertained," he said holding up his phone. "Speaking of, hold still." He held the camera up to take my picture, and she stuck her tongue out at him. "I'll...try to...make my way...over there...now that...Hazel finally...got here," he said as he dictated his message he was writing. She just rolled her eyes.

"I've always meant to ask, why the number 19?" he asked.

Looking at the jersey in her hand, "Oh, that was my mother's number when she played in high school. I always wanted to follow in her footsteps."

"That's really sweet of you actually," he said. "Okay, Coach is being really anal about this. He wants me to see you put the jersey in the storage locker, then you'll sign this form saying you've returned everything. Seems way too unnecessary, but considering what happened last year, this way nothing will be lost."

"Where does it go?" she asked.

"Top left storage locker against the back wall there," he pointed out.

The walls were covered in shelves and storage units filled with various jerseys, helmets, balls and various other sporting equipment. Stepping past a bench and a couple of empty tables, she spotted the locker in question. Quickly folding up the jersey, Hazel held it up so Bryan could see her put it in with the rest of the jerseys.

Hazel was about to head out when Bryan stepped in front of her.

"Hey Hazel, I'll let it slide that you made me wait so long if you give me a kiss right now," he said.

As much as that was something that she normally would have wanted, Hazel just wanted to head home on a Friday after long practice.

"Bryan, maybe some other time, but I need to head out. I'm tired," she tried to step past him, but he just side stepped in front of her.

"Look, I've seen the way you look at me. You don't have to be shy," he pressed on.

She was starting to get a little angry. "Whatever, just get out of my way."

This time he put his hand on her shoulder, "Just one kiss, that's all."

Hazel was done with his leering, and brought her knee into his crotch. Not knowing how much damage she actually did, she took the chance to run past. Unfortunately for her, it seemed Hazel had only stunned him for a moment, as right when her hand touched the doorknob she felt his arms wrap around her. She was lifted up into the air, legs kicking. Bryan turned and carried her back towards the lockers.

"Get your hands off of me," she struggled kicking out and flailing her legs, but he was so strong. "Help! Hel...." Hazel felt a hand go over her mouth.

"Shut your mouth," he whispered into her ear. "I'm done with your teasing. All those times you chose to do your stretches right in front of me.Those sly winks when you were 'working up a sweat.' Give me a break. I just ask for a kiss and you fucking try and kick me in the balls."

"Eh uh uh Ehhh," Hazel's words were muffled. Lifting his hand off her mouth, she repeated, "It was just a game we played, who could flirt with you the most."

"Fuck off, now it's my turn to play a game," he said, placing his right hand back over her mouth.

Hazel struggled against him, trying to pull his arm away off of herself. However he was about nine inches taller and seventy pounds heavier than her, and couldn't make any headway. With his left hand, he placed his hand over her breast. Squeezing it, he felt its size. Much to Bryan's delight, Hazel had fairly prominent breasts despite her petite size.

He taunted her, "Oh wow, you've been hiding these for too long Hazel. Let's see if I can help you with that." She tried to fight against him as he pulled her shirt above her bra.

"Mmm Ngh!!" she protested into his hand, fighting to pull the hem of her shirt back down.

It didn't matter that she had pulled her shirt back down, Bryan's hand was under it pawing at her sports bra. Tracing the outline of her bra, he ran his finger along her skin. He pushed her against the set of storage lockers in front of them and started to press his increasingly hard shaft against her ass. Hazel had nowhere to go. She was trapped, helpless between Bryan and the cool, hard surface of the lockers. He slid his erection up and down enjoying the feeling of her struggles against him on his cock.

"Oh, this is real good," he groaned as he continued humping against the helpless senior's ass. "Is this good for you too?" he taunted her.

Hazel let out a low muted groan, and shook her head as she tried weakly to push against him.

"No? Let's see if I can fix that," Bryan said as he slid his left hand down her belly and placed it over firmly over the crotch of her shorts. "That's better, isn't it?"

Hazel started crying as she unsuccessfully tried to pry his hand away from her pussy. Bryan rubbed his across the front of her shorts as he felt her hands try to grab at his hand. He started slowly at first, matching the rhythm of his moving hips. Then he picked up speed, slamming his hips against her, dominating her.

As his hand slid down further he touched the skin of her inner thigh and realized he needed to go further. Sliding his finger up underneath one of the legs of Hazel's shorts, he made his way to the crotch of her panties. Rubbing up and down against it, Bryan felt the warmth of her pussy radiating through the fabric. His finger pressed into the fabric of her hot slit.

"You wanted this didn't you? A slut like probably fantasizes about me at night," he continued jeering her. "Is that what you did? Fuck yourself," he pressed even harder, "when you are alone." Hazel just shook her head, tears continuing to fall.

He let his hips do the work now. Each thrust against her ass would drive her pussy onto his fingers. Every once in a while Hazel would try and get away, but her efforts were in vain, squeezed between Bryan and the storage lockers. Over and over he did this, sometimes pounding hard against her sometimes just enjoying the feeling of his erection sliding between her asscheeks.

Bryan stopped pawing at her, and stepping back, he suddenly grabbed her shirt and pulled it up. She was caught off guard as her torso was revealed, while her arms and head were still caught in the shirt. Taking his hand off her mouth, he tugged a couple times and managed to pull it up and over her head.

Tears still in her eyes, her mouth freed, Hazel begged him, "Bryan, please, think about what you are doing."

Twisting her shirt around until he fashioned an impromptu strap, with one hand he pulled her tight against him, and with the other looped her shirt up and over her head.

"Wait! Please. Wait, stop!" she cried out as she felt it over her mouth. Hazel tried to grab at it, and prevent herself from getting silenced, but he was too strong. Bryan managed to grab both her wrists, and leaning against her, pin them to between the lockers and Hazel herself. Then he cinched the knot tight, forming the gag. Satisfied with his handiwork, he bent down to kiss from her shoulder up to her ear. When she stealthily tried to pull off the gag, Bryan firmly grasped both her wrists.

Leaning in, he whispered, "That stays on, okay? I've always known you as someone who is good at listening to directions, right?"

She stayed quiet, but nodded her head.

"Good girl."

Suddenly Hazel found herself being lifted up. She was swung around as Bryan carried her over to one of the equipment tables. Setting her down in front of it, he placed a hand on her neck, forcing him down until her face was against the table. When she tried to push herself up, he grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back.

This all happened in a matter of moments as Hazel found herself bent over a table. She felt one hand on her back, pinning her wrists there while Bryan's other hand worked its way down the front of her panties. All she could do was moan her objection as his fingers worked his way down to her pussy.

"Oh man, Hazel. Nice and trim down here. I like a girl that goes the extra mile," he said.

Inching into her slit, Bryan found it slick.

"I thought I was going to have to work you some more, but you seem to be ready to go already Hazel," he leered.

Her body didn't know about her protests and struggles, it just knew about Bryan's body against hers. It just knew about the hard shaft that had been rubbing against it. Hazel went red from shame as he worked his fingertip into her. She groaned into the gas as he felt him shove his finger into her wet pussy. Working it in and out of her, he pumped her wet gash. Needing more room to work his classmate's pussy, he pulled his finger out of her and grasped the waist of her shorts and panties.

Hazel knew what was coming before it happened. Suddenly there was cool air on her pussy as one strong move pulled down both her shorts and panties down to her knees. Closing her eyes, she braced herself. Instead of a finger sliding into her pussy like she expected, Hazel involuntarily let out a whine as she felt a fingertip on her throbbing clitoris.

"You like that huh?" he asked her as he slowly started to work his finger across it.

"Mm, unnh," she shook her head.

Ever so slowly he teased it, grazing it with his fingertip. Bryan enjoyed toying with her. He would slide across it, then wait twenty seconds. Slide across it, wait twenty seconds. Pinned down, Hazel couldn't do anything to prevent this, but she was determined not to give him satisfaction. Each time she felt his finger get close to her sensitive little bud she would try and shift away. Bryan was persistent though, each time maneuvering to gently swipe across it.

Hazel didn't know how long this went for. There would be a period of nothing... an awful waiting, and then a jolt would be sent up her spine as his finger brushed against her clit. She would close her eyes and grit her teeth. Every once in a while she would tense up in anticipation, but nothing would happen. Then when she would let her guard down, there it was doing a little circle around her clit. Her resolve was a string being pulled taut as her clit grew more and more stimulated. Each time he touched her that resolve was being pulled tighter and tighter. Her breathing started to get faster as her body endured more and more of this excruciating pleasure. Her clit was throbbing, and she started to ache. The waiting became just as bad. She needed his touch, and hated herself for it.

Bryan sped up, making her wait less between strokes. Ten seconds...then swipe...ten seconds then swipe. He noticed that while at the start she had tried to avoid his caress, now she accepted it. He heard her start to whine in response, desperate for his touch. Letting go of her wrists, he spread her feet a little wider. She was so lost in the moment she didn't even notice he had pulled down his shorts and boxes. With one hand he positioned his cock behind her inviting slit. With his other he started to furiously work her little button.

"This is what you want Hazel isn't it?" he said.

"Mmmm....Unnngh!" was all that came out.

She couldn't deny it, and Hazel let out a high pitched moan as she was sent over the edge. She was frantic, hips jerking wildly, as Bryan's finger went back and forth over and over her clit. It kept going and going and she started to feel her legs go weak. In the midst of this Hazel suddenly felt the head of his cock nestle its way into her slick folds. Her mind still reeling from the orgasm he had forced upon her, her body still weak, she couldn't do anything to stop it.

Meekly she raised a hand behind her, and in vain tried to push against him. Bryan grunted as his shaft eased its way into her pussy. Inch by inch his cock disappeared into her slick cunt. Hazel gave out a groan of despair as he started to pump his hips. He relished the sensation as he slowly eased his cock nearly all the way out, then down to its hilt. It was glorious, so smooth and warm.

Gathering her wrists in one hand, he started to fuck Hazel in earnest. Each time he would thrust forward, Bryan pulled back on her wrists using them as leverage to pound into her. He pulled her back, lifting her torso up off the table. With his other hand he grabbed her hair and roughly pulled back on it. Over and over he did this again, slamming into the helpless senior.

She started to wail with each impact, "Unnh, unnh, Nnngh, unnh, mmff!" the gag stifling anything she tried to say.

Realizing she was still wearing her bra, he quickly unhooked it. Sliding his hands up, he grabbed Hazel's breasts. While still pounding into her, Bryan squeezed her breasts in his hands. Pinching each nipple until she squealed, he manipulated her. Pulling her forward by her nipples, she would slide away from his cock. Pulling her back caused her to slide herself further onto it, making her slowly slide up and down his shaft. He laughed as he made his classmate slide back and forth along his cock.

This was nothing like how Hazel had experienced sex before. A couple summers back she had started work as a lifeguard at the public swimming pool. Soon after she met, and hit it off with another lifeguard. She and Alex had been dating for nearly a month when, finding themselves alone at his house one night, went all the way. It was clumsy, tender, and wonderful; and both found themselves very satisfied by the experience. Each time Alex and Hazel got together that summer it was blissful.

What Bryan was doing to her was not that. Hazel felt like she was nothing more than a hole to be used as he continued to slam into her. Her only solace was that glow she felt after her orgasm was building once again. She didn't want it, but it was the only thing keeping her going.

She felt her face drop to the table as Bryan's hands grabbed onto her hips. There was a slapping sound in the air as their bodies came together over and over again. Her legs were getting weak, and she was almost glad that he was holding on to her hips. She could feel the growing pleasure again, building, cresting, threatening to wash over her. Hazel decided to let it happen, not to fight any more. She started to move her hips back to meet his thrusts. She needed this, had to have this cock pounding her.

Her wails had turned to moans,"Uhh, unngh! Mmmm, Uh!"

Abruptly it all stopped. Hazel was disappointed. She was so close. Just a few more thrusts would have done it. She wondered to herself if that was why he had stopped, to deny her that. She felt his cock slide out of her, and it shocked her how empty it made her feel. She felt herself hoisted up into the air, and placed onto the table. Reaching down, Bryan took the time to pull her panties and shorts all the way off ler legs, dropping them to the floor. Then Hazel just accepted it as he slid the straps of her bra over her shoulders and pulled it off her. She was now fully exposed to him, from her large round breasts to her trim pussy.

Hazel was done fighting, and didn't resist as he took the time to spread her legs. She had decided that the less she fought, the fast this would be over with. As she looked down, she could see his cock bobbing in between them. Hazel lay her head back to the edge of the table and closed her eyes. She didn't open them as she felt the head of his cock work its way inside her.

Bryan resumed fucking his classmate sliding his dick all the way inside her. After finding his rhythm, he picked up where he left off. Relentlessly he pounded her pussy, this time enjoying being able to see her tits as they bounced in time with his thrusts. Changing his angle, he leaned forward. Hazel jerked as she felt his thumb settle on her clit again. She just kept her eyes closed and took it as he kept thrusting into her. She told herself, as she wrapped her legs around him, that she was trying to get him to finish more quickly. They stayed like this for a while, Hazel growing more and more manic. She couldn't believe how deep he was going into her, it didn't seem possible. She was ashamed at how it made her feel.

She didn't register the sound of a door closing, when a voice called out, "Wait...what's going on here?"

Bryan stopped mid thrust and they both turned to see a classmate of theirs, James walk over to the table. Hazel finally had hope. James knew her. He would stop this.

He seemed to be taking the whole situation in: Hazel naked on the table; shorts, panties, and bra strewn about; her shirt used as a gag, her legs around him with his dick inside her.

"Don't mind us, we're just finishing up here," Bryan said.

Vigorously shaking her head, she looked desperately at James, "Mmh-nnnh! Mmh-nnnh!"

James grinned and reached into his pocket. Pulling out his phone, "Oh wow, the tease is finally facing some comeuppance? Don't mind me."

Hazel suddenly felt a pit in her stomach when Bryan resumed driving deep inside her. To her shame she couldn't help herself as she started to buck against him some more.

All she could do was look at James as he brought his phone up, "I'm just going to take a few shots for posterity if you don't mind...Oh, this is looking real good." He changed his angles a couple times, first getting some shots of her naked and flushed upper body; then moving in closer to her face; finally he took a video panning down from her face, over her bouncing tits, down to her pussy being pounded. Showing his phone screen to Bryan he asked, "How do you feel about this one? I think I'll call it, 'Miss Perfect get's pounded.' Ooh, how about: 'Slut gets sloppy.' Eh, what about: 'Good girl gets got?"