Chapter 6

Lacey Carver stood near the edge of the school gymnasium, the pulsing beat of a Top 40 remix thrumming through her heels. The air was thick with teenage sweat, cheap cologne, and the sugary tang of punch, the gym transformed into a dazzling sprawl of streamers, balloons, and strobe lights for the fall homecoming dance. Her elegant, form-fitting emerald dress clung to her hourglass figure, the deep V-neck framing the swell of her ample breasts, the fabric cinching her narrow waist and flaring over her rounded hips. Her platinum hair, swept into an intricate updo with a few loose strands teasing her neck, shimmered under the lights, accentuating her sensuality.

Every movement drew eyes—students, parents, teachers—lingering on her thirty-two-year-old body, a vision of effortless allure. But her mind churned with thoughts of her tits. Dane had promised her bigger ones, fake and round to outshine Candy’s, and part of her wondered if implants would make her perfect for him. The ditzy, nervous part fretted—would they feel wrong, would they hurt? Yet, if Big Daddy wanted them, she’d do it to keep his cock hard, his eyes locked on her.

As she adjusted her stance, her heels clicking on the gym floor, she caught a whisper from a cluster of male students nearby, their voices low but clear. “Fuck, Mrs. Carver’s so hot,” one muttered, his eyes raking her curves. “Look at that ass. Bet she’s wild in bed.”

Another chuckled, “Dude, I’d kill to get a piece of that.” Lacey’s cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and pride swelling her chest. She pretended not to hear, her ditzy smile masking the thrill of their crude admiration, her pussy tingling at the thought of being desired.

Her gaze flicked to the gym’s entrance, and her stomach knotted as Dane strode in, all six-foot-three of chiseled muscle, his navy suit tailored to his broad shoulders and lean waist, his dark hair cropped short, green eyes smoldering with cocky swagger. On his arm was Tiffany Brooks, sixteen and infuriatingly perfect, her platinum curls bouncing, her skimpy silver dress barely containing her heavy breasts and curvy ass.

Lacey’s lips tightened. That little slut was who Dane would fuck tonight, not her, and the thought seared like fire. Behind them trailed Dane’s best friend Jake Sullivan, handsome in a gray suit, his sandy blonde hair tousled, his arm around his girlfriend, Emily Chen, her delicate frame swathed in a modest lavender gown, her dark eyes soft with devotion. Lacey’s heart sank. Big Daddy should be with her, showing her off, not some teenage bimbo he’d rail in a hotel room later.

She replayed their argument from two nights ago, her body still humming at the memory. She’d stood at the kitchen table, her black lace teddy ripped at the crotch, her pussy dripping as Dane’s eleven-inch cock pistoned into her, his hands gripping her hips, her updo unraveling with each thrust. “You can’t go with that slut, Big Daddy,” she’d whined, her voice breaking as another orgasm tore through her, her pussy clenching his shaft. “You should be fucking me!”

Dane had laughed, smacking her ass hard enough to leave a welt. “It’s the biggest social event of the fall, babygirl,” he’d growled, his cock slamming deeper, making her scream. “I’m not missing it, and I’m not taking some chick to the dance without fucking her. Deal with it.” Another climax had hit, then another, her body betraying her as she came every thirty seconds, her protests melting into moans. She’d given in, as always, her need for his approval, his cock, drowning her jealousy.

A voice jolted her back to the gym. “You look incredible tonight, Lacey,” said Tom, a single dad volunteer in his forties, his thinning hair combed over, his eyes glued to her cleavage. He stepped closer, his cheap suit rumpled, a hopeful smile on his face. “Maybe we could grab a coffee after this, get to know each other?”

Lacey forced a polite smile, her ditzy charm surfacing. “That’s sweet, Tom, but I’m here to focus on the kids.” Her tone was soft, but her blue eyes flicked away, searching for Dane.

Tom pressed closer, his breath sour with coffee. “Come on, just one drink. You’re too gorgeous to be alone.”

Her smile vanished, her voice sharpening. “I said no, Tom. Please, I’m busy.” She turned away, her heels clicking, leaving him dejected, his shoulders slumping as he shuffled to the punch table.

Lacey’s eyes found Dane again, grinding with Tiffany on the dance floor, her curvy body pressed against his, his hands low on her hips. Her pussy ached with envy, but then she noticed Lisa Satkowski, the thirty-five-year-old math teacher and cheerleading coach, standing nearby, her blonde hair swept up, her red sheath dress hugging her lithe frame. Mrs. Satkowski’s blue eyes were fixed on Dane, a hungry, wistful look etching her face. Lacey sidled over, her voice low, conspiratorial. “Some game yesterday, wasn’t it? Big Daddy—I mean, Dane—was unstoppable out there.”

Lisa nodded, her smile eager. “Oh, absolutely. He dominated that field. Those tackles? He was a beast. I swear, he single-handedly crushed their offense.” Her voice dropped, a hint of awe. “One of the boys he hit, their quarterback, had to be taken to the hospital after. Concussion, maybe worse.”

Lacey’s breath caught, her pussy squirming at the image of Dane’s raw power, his violence unleashed. It reminded her of the Iron Hog biker bar, when he’d shattered a drunk biker’s jaw and gut-punched another for groping her, his fists a blur of brutal control. Her thighs pressed together, arousal pooling as she pictured him dominating, destroying, then fucking her senseless on the Chevy’s hood. “Yeah,” she managed, her voice breathy, “he’s ... intense.”

Lisa laughed, oblivious to Lacey’s flush. “That’s putting it mildly. But that girl he’s with? Tiffany? Not his type at all.”

Lacey seized the opening, her ditzy giggle masking her venom. “Right? She’s such a stupid ditz. I mean, who wears a dress that slutty to homecoming? She’s practically begging for it.”

Lisa chuckled, warming to the gossip. “Exactly! I heard she asked in class if Lincoln was still president. Can you believe it? Dane deserves better, someone with ... substance.”

As they giggled, a lanky student in an ill-fitting tux passed by, muttering to his friend, “Man, Mrs. Carver and Mrs. Satkowski are fucking hot. MILFs for days.” He thought they couldn’t hear, but Lacey caught every word, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. Lisa’s eyes met hers, a matching smirk flickering across her face, a silent acknowledgment of their allure.

They turned back to their gossip, their shared disdain for Tiffany and pride in Dane’s dominance bonding them, their confidence boosted by the boy’s crude compliment. They stood there, two women united in their chatter, the dance floor pulsing around them.

Dane swaggered into the luxurious hotel suite, his six-foot-three frame filling out his navy suit, his dark hair mussed from the dance, green eyes glinting with predatory hunger. The room was a fucking palace—plush carpets, gold-trimmed furniture, two king-sized beds draped in silk sheets, and a glittering chandelier casting soft light over the scene. Jake Sullivan trailed behind, his gray suit slightly wrinkled, his sandy blonde hair falling into his eyes, his arm around Emily Chen, her petite body swathed in that prissy lavender gown, her small tits barely noticeable.

Dane’s arm was slung around Tiffany Brooks, her sixteen-year-old curves a wet dream in that silver dress, her heavy breasts spilling out, her round ass begging to be slapped. Her platinum curls bounced as she giggled, her big blue eyes dazed with that airhead charm that made his eleven-inch cock throb. The girls’ heels clicked on the marble floor, their laughter echoing as Dane popped a bottle of champagne, pouring it into flutes with a smirk. He was gonna fuck Tiffany senseless tonight, and Jake needed to stop being a pussy and do the same to Emily.

Tiffany grabbed her glass, her pouty lips sipping, her giggles growing louder as the champagne hit. “Oh my gosh, this is so fancy!” she squealed, swaying into Dane, her tits brushing his chest.

Emily sipped more cautiously, her dark eyes soft, murmuring, “It’s really nice, Jake. Thank you.”

Jake just grinned, all boyish and soft, saying, “Anything for you, Em.” Dane rolled his eyes, pouring himself a glass, his cock already straining against his slacks.

The girls got tipsy fast, their cheeks flushing, and Dane pulled Tiffany onto the couch, his hand sliding up her thigh, her dress riding up to expose her lacy thong. She giggled, but her eyes flickered with nerves as he mauled her heavy tits, squeezing hard through the thin fabric, his other hand slipping under her thong to stroke her pussy, already slick. “Dane, slow down,” Tiffany whined, squirming, her voice high and breathy. “I don’t wanna go so fast yet.”

“Relax, babe,” Dane growled, his fingers plunging deeper, curling inside her tight cunt, making her gasp. “Your pussy’s begging for it. Feel how wet you are?” Her naivete was fucking perfect—she protested, but her hips bucked against his hand, her ditzy brain no match for his control. He kissed her hard, his tongue forcing into her mouth, swallowing her whimpers as he fingered her roughly, his cock aching to replace his fingers.

Across the room, Jake and Emily were on the other couch, kissing like some G-rated movie, their hands barely touching. Emily’s delicate frame leaned into Jake, her lips soft and tentative, while Jake’s hands stayed politely on her waist. “You’re so beautiful, Em,” Jake murmured, his voice all sappy.

Emily blushed, whispering, “I love you, Jake.”

Dane snorted, his fingers still buried in Tiffany’s dripping pussy, her moans muffled against his lips. “Jesus, Jake, you two are fucking boring,” Dane taunted, pulling back from Tiffany’s mouth, his thumb circling her clit, making her shudder. “Put some effort into it, man. She’s not gonna suck your dick if you keep acting like a choirboy.”

Jake flushed, glancing at Emily, who looked embarrassed. “We’re fine, Dane,” he muttered, but his voice lacked conviction.

Emily bit her lip, saying softly, “Let’s just take our time, okay?” Dane shook his head, pitying Jake’s weak-ass game. Guy had an eight-inch cock and a hot girlfriend, but he was too whipped to use either.

Dane stood, yanking Tiffany up, her champagne glass nearly spilling. “Come on, babe, let’s get comfortable,” he said, steering her to one of the king-sized beds, her heels wobbling as she followed, her protests half-hearted. Jake and Emily hesitated, then moved to the other bed, their movements slow, like they were scared to wrinkle the sheets.

Tiffany sat on the edge of the bed, her silver dress hiked up, her thong soaked from Dane’s fingers. She glanced at Jake and Emily, her voice nervous. “Um, Dane, maybe we shouldn’t ... you know, with them right there?”

“Shut up, Tiffany,” Dane snapped, pushing her back onto the bed, his hand diving back under her thong, finger-fucking her roughly, her pussy clenching around his digits. “You’re so fucking wet for me, don’t pretend you don’t want it.” She whimpered, her heavy tits heaving, her eyes darting nervously to the other bed, but Dane didn’t care. He ripped her thong off, tossing it aside, his fingers slamming into her, her moans loud and desperate.

On the other bed, Jake and Emily were still fucking around with soft kisses, Emily’s lavender gown barely unzipped, Jake’s hands hovering like he was afraid to touch her. “Is this okay, Em?” Jake asked, his voice gentle, kissing her neck.

Emily nodded, whispering, “Yeah, just ... slow, please.” Dane watched them, his fingers pumping Tiffany’s pussy, her juices dripping onto the sheets. He pitied Jake, too spineless to take charge, letting Emily call the shots. Guy needed to man up, pin her down, and fuck her like she deserved.

Maybe Dane needed to show him the way. “Jake, come on, bro,” Dane called, his voice sharp, his fingers never slowing in Tiffany’s cunt. “Stop pussyfooting around. Fuck her like a man, or she’ll dump your ass for someone who will.”

Jake glared, his jaw tight, but he didn’t respond, just kissed Emily deeper, his hands finally sliding to her back, unzipping her gown a bit more. Emily gasped softly, saying, “Jake, we don’t have to—” but Jake cut her off with a kiss, murmuring, “I got you, Em.”

Dane smirked, turning back to Tiffany, her protests drowned by her moans, her pussy gushing around his fingers. She was his to mold, her naivete no match for his dominance, and he was just getting started.

Dane’s hands roamed Tiffany’s body like it was his fucking property, his six-foot-three frame towering over her on the king-sized bed, the silk sheets already rumpled beneath her sixteen-year-old curves. Her silver dress was a joke, barely covering her heavy breasts, her round ass jiggling as he yanked the fabric up, groping her tits hard, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She squirmed, her platinum curls bouncing, her pouty lips trembling, but his cock was rock-hard, all eleven inches straining for her. “Dane, please, not so rough,” Tiffany whimpered, her big blue eyes wide with that ditzy panic that made him want to ruin her.

“Shut the fuck up,” Dane snarled, ripping the dress off her shoulders, tearing the thin straps, leaving her in just a lacy bra and soaked thong. Her tits spilled out as he snapped the bra off, mauling them, pinching her nipples until she gasped. He shoved her to her knees, his hand fisting her thick blonde hair, yanking her face toward his crotch. “Suck my cock, slut,” he ordered, unzipping his slacks, his massive shaft springing free, thick and veined, already leaking precum.

Tiffany hesitated, her hands pushing weakly at his thighs. “I-I don’t know, Dane, it’s too big,” she stammered, her voice shaking. “Can we just—”

“Do it, or I’ll make you,” Dane growled, tightening his grip on her hair, forcing her lips against the head of his cock. Her resistance was pathetic, her dumb innocence no match for his dominance. Dane had asked her to prom specifically because she was dumb and naive. She opened her mouth, gagging as he shoved his shaft in, guiding her head up and down, her throat constricting around him. “That’s it, choke on it,” he grunted, his hips thrusting, her gags and slurps filling the suite. Her eyes watered, mascara streaking, but her tongue worked clumsily, her ditzy brain submitting to his control.

Dane’s gaze flicked to the other bed, where Jake Sullivan and Emily Chen were playing at some PG-13 bullshit. Emily, her lavender gown half-unzipped, was sucking Jake’s cock, but it was fucking timid, her small lips barely taking half his eight inches, her hands resting politely on his thighs. Jake just sat there, his sandy blonde hair falling into his eyes, murmuring, “You’re doing great, Em, just like that.”

Emily pulled back, blushing, whispering, “Is it okay? I don’t want to hurt you.” Dane shook his head, pitying his friend. Jake was handsome, built, and hung, but he was wasting it on this soft-ass romance crap. If he’d just grab Emily’s head and fuck her face, he’d be drowning in pussy like Dane. Instead, he was hung up on this chick, six months into some lovesick bullshit, letting her call the shots. Pathetic.

“Fuck yeah, bitch, take it deeper,” Dane barked, slamming his cock into Tiffany’s throat, her gags louder, her hands clawing at his legs. Her choking turned him on, his balls tightening as he watched her struggle, her heavy tits bouncing with each thrust. He came hard, his cum flooding her mouth, choking her as she tried to swallow, her coughs spilling some down her chin.

He pulled out, letting her gasp for air, her face a mess of tears and cum, her lips swollen. “Dane, I need a break,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse. “Please, slow down.”

“No fucking way,” Dane snapped, shoving her onto her back, the bed creaking under his weight. He grabbed her legs, pushing them up over her shoulders, her flexibility making his cock throb harder. Her thong was in the way, so he shoved it aside, exposing her dripping pussy, pink and tight. “You’re mine tonight, slut,” he growled, sliding his cock into her roughly, her scream muffled as he pinned her to the bed, his muscular bulk trapping her helpless beneath him. Her pussy stretched around his shaft, so tight it was clearly hurting her, but he didn’t care, pounding into her, his hips slamming against her ass.

“Stop, Dane, please!” Tiffany begged, her hands pushing at his chest, her platinum curls splayed across the sheets. “It’s too much, I can’t!” Her protests were useless, her pussy soaking his cock, her body betraying her as he fucked the dumb slut harder, his hands gripping her thighs, bruising her soft skin.

“You love it, you fucking whore,” he snarled, his thrusts relentless, driving her toward the edge. Her screams turned to moans, her nails digging into his arms, her pussy clenching as a shrieking orgasm ripped through her, her body shaking, her eyes rolling back. “That’s right, cum for me,” Dane grunted, his cock still slamming into her, her helpless submission fueling his dominance.

Across the room, Jake and Emily were still at their slow-ass pace, Emily’s gown now off, her small tits barely bouncing as she continued barely sucking Jake, kissing his cock softly. “I love you so much,” Emily whispered, her hands on his hips.

Jake smiled, all sappy, saying, “I love you too, Em. We don’t have to rush.” Dane’s lip curled, his pity for Jake deepening as he fucked Tiffany’s quivering pussy. Jake could be railing half the sluts in school, but he was stuck playing house with this prude. Dane’s cock throbbed harder, Tiffany’s whimpers spurring him on, her body his to break, while Jake wasted his chance on love.

Dane pounded Tiffany’s tight pussy, his eleven-inch cock slamming into her, the king-sized bed creaking under his six-foot-three frame. Her sixteen-year-old body was a fucking masterpiece, her heavy breasts bouncing, her round ass jiggling with each brutal thrust, her platinum curls splayed across the silk sheets. Her screams filled the suite, her pussy clenching as another orgasm tore through her, her nails clawing his back. “Oh God, Dane, I’m cumming!” she shrieked, her eyes rolling back, her body shaking like a ragdoll.

Dane’s balls tightened, his cock bursting inside her, hot cum flooding her tight cunt. “Fuck, take it, slut,” he groaned, grunting and snarling as he busted his nut, his hips jerking with each pulse, her pussy milking him dry.

He glanced at the other bed, rolling his eyes at Jake and Emily’s pathetic display. Emily, her lavender gown long gone, was still giving Jake a tender, slow blowjob, her small lips barely sucking his eight-inch cock, her delicate hands resting gently on his thighs. Jake just sat there, his sandy blonde hair mussed, murmuring, “That feels so good, Em.”

Emily hummed softly, whispering, “I’m glad you like it, Jake.” Dane’s lip curled in disgust. His best friend wasn’t even close to getting her pussy, wasting his chance on this prissy bullshit while Dane had just fucked Tiffany into a stupor.

Dane pulled out of Tiffany, her pussy leaking his cum, her body dazed and limp on the bed, her breaths ragged. He climbed off, his cock still hard, slick with her juices, and strutted to Jake and Emily’s bed, his muscular bulk casting a shadow over them. “Yo, Jake, let’s switch partners for a bit,” he said, his voice casual but commanding, his green eyes glinting with predatory intent.

Jake blinked, confused, his hands freezing on Emily’s shoulders. “What? Nah, man, I’m good with Em,” he said, his voice shaky, but he didn’t push back hard. Dane always called the shots, and Jake’s loyalty made him weak, too scared to challenge his best friend.

Emily’s head snapped up, her dark eyes wide with panic. “What’s going on? Jake, what’s he talking about?” she asked, her voice trembling, her small tits barely moving as she clutched the sheets.

Dane smirked, leaning closer, his cock twitching at her fear. “Relax, Emily. The blonde slut’s got a great pussy, Jake. You gotta try it,” he said, his tone mocking. “I’ll keep Emily company for a while. I’d fuck Tiffany again—her cunt’s that good—but, you know, bros before hoes.” He turned to Jake, his voice hardening. “Go fuck Tiffany, man. Now.”

Jake hesitated, his jaw tight, but Dane’s glare crushed his resistance. “Uh, yeah, okay,” he muttered, glancing at Emily, his voice apologetic. “B-bros before hoes, Em. Just ... for a bit, all right?” He stood, his shoulders slumped, and shuffled to Tiffany’s bed, where she lay in a fucked-out stupor, her thighs slick with cum, her eyes half-closed.

Emily’s eyes went wide in shock and fear, but Dane didn’t wait, pinning the Asian bitch to the bed, his massive frame trapping her petite body, her lavender gown already discarded. She gasped, her hands pushing uselessly at his chest. “No, Dane, stop!” she cried, her voice high and frantic.

He ripped her panties off, the fabric tearing easily, and shoved two fingers into her tight pussy, pumping roughly, her wetness betraying her fear. “Open your mouth, slut,” he growled, grabbing her dark hair, forcing his slimy cock past her lips. She choked, gagging as he thrust his dick into her mouth, her small frame shaking, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe. Her gags were music to him, her panic making his cock throb harder. “See, this is how you suck a cock, you dumb whore,” he chuckled.

Jake, now on Tiffany’s bed, glanced over, his face pale, clearly upset watching Dane skull-fuck his girlfriend. “Dane, man, ease up,” he said, his voice nervous, his hands hovering over Tiffany’s limp body, unsure where to start.

“I told you to just fuck Tiffany, bro,” Dane snapped, his hips pumping, his cock slamming into Emily’s gagging mouth, her tears streaming. “Let me worry about breaking Emily in.” He gripped her head tighter, fucking her face harder, her choking sobs muffled, her small tits trembling as he fingered her pussy, her juices coating his hand.

Jake turned away, his reluctance obvious, but he leaned over Tiffany, muttering, “Hey, Tiffany, you okay?” She barely nodded, still dazed, as Jake’s hands fumbled, his loyalty to Dane overriding his discomfort.

Dane’s eyes gleamed, his dominance absolute, Emily’s helpless gagging and Tiffany’s fucked-out state fueling his godlike ego. Jake was too weak to take charge, but Dane would show him how sluts were meant to be used.

Dane slammed his eleven-inch cock into Emily’s gagging mouth, pinning her petite body to the king-sized bed, the silk sheets twisting beneath her. Her small tits trembled, her dark hair fanned out, her eyes streaming tears as she choked, her delicate hands clawing uselessly at his thighs. Her muffled sobs were fucking music, her tight throat squeezing his shaft, making his balls ache. “Take it, you little slut,” he growled, his hand fisting her hair, thrusting deeper, her gags loud in the luxurious suite.

His green eyes flicked to the other bed, where Jake was still fumbling with Tiffany, her sixteen-year-old curves limp in a fucked-out daze, her heavy breasts slick with sweat, her round ass glistening with Dane’s cum leaking from her pussy. Jake’s sandy blonde hair fell into his eyes, his eight-inch cock sliding slowly into Tiffany’s cunt, his movements soft, like he was afraid to break her.

“Man the fuck up, Jake!” Dane barked, his hips pumping, Emily’s choking sobs vibrating his cock. “That’s your problem, bro—you’re too nice to these sluts. Just fuck Tiffany. She’s already broken in, and she needs it hard and nasty.” His voice dripped with contempt, his pity for Jake’s weakness fueling his dominance.

Jake glanced over, his face flushed, his hands hesitant on Tiffany’s hips. “I don’t know, man, she’s kinda out of it,” he muttered, his cock moving slowly, barely stretching her soaked pussy.

Tiffany moaned softly, her platinum curls splayed, her blue eyes glazed in a cock-drunk haze. “Mmm, yeah,” she slurred, her voice thick, her body twitching as Jake’s thrusts nudged her.

Dane’s lip curled, his cock slamming harder into Emily’s mouth, her gags turning to whimpers. “Smack her around, Jake,” he ordered, his free hand squeezing Emily’s small tit, pinching her nipple until she squirmed. “Slap her ass. Bitch fucking loves it.”

Jake hesitated, his hand hovering, but Dane’s glare crushed his doubt. Jake slapped Tiffany’s ass lightly, the sound barely audible, her moan soft but encouraging. “Harder, you pussy,” Dane snapped, his balls tightening as Emily’s throat spasmed.

Jake slapped again, firmer, the crack echoing, Tiffany’s moan louder, her pussy clenching around his cock. “Oh, fuck, yes,” she groaned, her hips rocking, her daze giving way to slutty need.

Jake’s eyes lit up, his hesitation fading, his slaps growing enthusiastic, each one reddening Tiffany’s round ass, her shrieks and groans spurring him on. “Like that, huh?” he grunted, his cock picking up speed, pounding her harder, the bed creaking.

Tiffany’s heavy breasts bounced, her moans desperate. “Harder, Jake, fuck me!” she begged, her voice raw, her body arching into his thrusts.

“That’s it, bro!” Dane roared, his cock bursting in Emily’s mouth, hot cum flooding her throat, choking her as she tried to swallow, her gags spilling some down her chin. “Fuck her like a man!” He pulled out, Emily gasping for air, her face a mess of tears and cum, her lips swollen.

“Dane, no, please,” Emily whimpered, her voice shaking, but he ignored her, shoving the petite Asian girl onto her back, spreading her slender legs.

His cock, still hard and slick, slid into her tight pussy, stretching her brutally, her scream muffled as he clamped his hand over her mouth. “Shut the fuck up,” he snarled, pounding into her, her small frame shaking, her pussy soaking despite her protests.

Emily’s eyes darted to Jake, her voice breaking through Dane’s hand. “Jake, help me!” she cried, her tears streaming, but Jake was lost, hammering Tiffany’s pussy, his hands gripping her hips, his slaps ringing out.

“Fuck, Tiffany, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his cock slamming into her, her shrieks filling the room. He grabbed her heavy breasts, squeezing them roughly, twisting her nipples, drawing a scream. “Take it, you slut,” he growled, his voice harder, Dane’s influence sinking in.

Dane smirked, his cock plowing Emily’s pussy, her muffled sobs vibrating against his hand. “See, Jake’s having fun,” he taunted, his hips relentless, her tight cunt gripping him like a vice. “Just keep fucking Tiffany, bro. She’s a whore for it.”

Jake didn’t look back, his focus on Tiffany’s writhing body, his slaps and gropes growing rougher, her moans a mix of pain and pleasure. “Oh God, Jake, yes!” she screamed, her pussy clenching, another orgasm building as he pounded her, his hands bruising her tits, her ass red from his smacks.

Dane’s dominance surged, his cock driving deeper into Emily, her protests drowned by his hand, her body betraying her with slick heat. Jake was finally stepping up, fucking Tiffany like the slut she was, and Dane’s godlike ego swelled, his control over the room absolute. These bitches were his to break, and Jake was learning to play the game.

Jake fucked Tiffany’s soaked pussy, the king-sized bed creaking as he pounded her sixteen-year-old body, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly, her round ass red from his slaps. Her platinum curls stuck to her sweat-slick skin, her blue eyes glazed in a cock-drunk haze, her moans escalating into a scream. “Fuck, Jake, I’m cumming!” she shrieked, her pussy clenching tight, her body shuddering as an orgasm ripped through her.

Jake groaned, his muscles tensing, his cock bursting inside her, hot cum flooding her cunt. “Oh, shit,” he panted, shuddering, his hands gripping her bruised hips, her pussy milking every drop as she collapsed, trembling beneath him. Tiffany’s fucked-out state and Jake’s groans swelled Dane’s pride as he continued pounding his eleven-inch cock into Emily—his best friend was finally stepping up, fucking a slut like she needed it.

But Jake was still soft, too weak to really own these bitches. Dane’s green eyes gleamed, his mind set on teaching Jake how to break them properly. “Yo, Jake, get over here,” he called, his voice sharp, commanding. “Come join me and this sophomore slut.”

Jake hesitated, his chest heaving, his cock slick with Tiffany’s juices. “Uh, I dunno, man,” he muttered, but his eyes locked on Emily’s small, trembling fifteen-year-old frame, her dark hair fanned out, her small tits quivering as Dane fucked her. But Jake’s cock twitched, hardening again, the thrill of Dane’s dominance pulling him in. He climbed off Tiffany’s bed, where the blonde lay in a daze, her fingers lazily rubbing her clit, her cum-filled pussy glistening. Jake shuffled over, his reluctance fading as he watched Dane’s cock stretch Emily’s cunt, her muffled sobs vibrating against Dane’s hand clamped over her mouth.

Dane pulled out of Emily’s pussy, her red, puffy lips dripping with her juices, her slender legs shaking. “Fuck, Jake, her pussy’s so tight and wet,” he growled, smacking her swollen cunt once with his hand, drawing a sharp yelp. “You tapped this at all?” he chuckled.

Emily struggled, her hands pushing weakly at Dane’s chest, but he held her down, his muscular bulk crushing her resistance. “No, please,” she whimpered, her voice breaking, her dark eyes wide with fear. Jake stood frozen, his cock throbbing, but he didn’t stop Dane, the rush of dominance and exploitation sinking into his bones.