I stand there at the pep rally. I couldn't give a shit less about the school or the game or whatever. I just stand there to get under one person's skin. There she is. My cock twitches and the head is almost raw from rubbing her cervix. The head USC Song girl. Pleated white skirt, white top. She looks as innocent as the freshly fallen snow. But I know otherwise and so does she. I wonder how she manages to spirit around during her dance routine with such a sore pussy and chaffed nipples. I also wonder if anyone else can see the hint of a bruise peeking out from under her white bloomers.
She has regained her self-esteem and is high and mighty as ever. Well that is until she sees me and if looks could kill I would have died a thousand times over. I give a little smart ass wave. smile, and wink. I can also see all of her esteem leave and she is as humble as I left her yesterday. I put my aviator sunglasses on and smile to myself as I disappear into the crowd, hands in my pockets as I openly laugh.
24 HOURS EARLIER
I wake up on the beautiful beach of sunny California. I wake up wearing the clothes from the night before. Board shorts, flip-flops, button up Hawaiian shirt which is unbuttoned now. All I can make out is its around noon. Maybe a shade before or after, but around noon just the same. I know I was partying with some buddies and some broads the night before. I must have passed out. At least I still have my wallet.
After regaining my senses I decided to walk. Where to? Hell, I don't know. As I stumble down the beach I stop to check my phone. My phone! It will tell me the time and maybe I can call for a ride or something. As I frantically search myself for my phone and sigh in relief when I find it, then I hear her.
"Excuse me! You are blocking the sun. Shew." She motions me aside and I see THE southern California girl personified. Laying on an a designer beach chair is a 5'6" beach blonde beauty. C cup tits under a red bikini top held together with a knot in the front. Black bikini bottoms held together with knots on each side of her hips. I can't see her eyes because they are behind large designer sunglasses.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I have lost my bearings and..."
She cuts me off, "I don't care, My class isn't until 3, I have some vitamin D to soak up until then. This is a private portion of beach. So, move along now."
"How does a college girl afford a private portion of beach?"
"Well it's connected to a beach HOUSE, that my daddy rents for me. I need another margarita. When I get back you better be gone. You look like hell."
" Well it's laundry day... Or else what? Your boyfriend or dad will come out and beat me up?"
"I live alone, my FIANCE is in med school at Stanford."
She is shorter than me but is looking down her nose just the same. About this time she grabs her empty glass and starts climbing the wooden stair case that leads from the beach up to a pool deck and then a single floor bungalow. When she reaches the top of the stairs I start following her up. She opens the sliding glass door, walks through but doesn't bother to shut or lock it behind her. I invite myself in.
She is in the designer kitchen pouring a drink from a large pitcher. I startle her, "I think someone needs to teach your little trophy ass a lesson." I keep closing the distance between us until I have her wedged against the counter. She puts her hands on my chest and as she does she realizes how strong and built I am.
"Leave or I'll call the cops."
I'm holding her hips and looking her directly in the eye, "You MIGHT call the cops AFTER I leave, but you won't until then."
She slaps me, "Watch me."
She gets past me and reaches for her cell phone. In that instant I grab her hips against and pull her to me. She is JUST outside the reach of her phone as I wedge her against the island counter. I hold her body down with one hand as I release my shorts with the other. I open her legs by nudging her feet apart. I take my ragging hard cock and rub it against the tiny portion of her bikini protecting her pussy.
I usually carry a scent of either Old Spice or whiskey on my breath or person. But after a night of heavy partying the musk of my cock quickly permeates the room and sand from last nights bed spills loose from where it was clinging to my clothing.
Much to my surprise she is wet. She is struggling to get up and away from me but her struggling is doing nothing but rubbing my cock against her now excited lips more. I slide her bottoms to the side and start running my cock through her now soaked lips.
I line my cock up and just before I push into her she pants through ragged breath, "No, it's too big."
I push and in one thrust her entire pussy canal is invaded by my cock and I prove her otherwise. I hold myself there. I pull almost all the way out and push violently forward again. I keep that motion up a handful of a couple more times.
As I work up a steady rhythm I work one hand under her bikini top and I start rubbing, squeezing, and pinching her tits. I hear her moan, then sigh. I can tell she loves having her trophy tits played with. I untie the knot in the front of her top and it hangs free exposing her tits to open air.
