Taylor Pt. 01

A reader sent me nude photos of herself and asked me to write her this story. That's a deal I'm happy to accept. The story is her fantasy about the guys she used to toy with. All names have been changed.

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"If anyone in school deserves this, it's her."

I was sitting on the bleachers overlooking the football field at my high school. It was several hours after school and the field and bleachers were deserted. Only myself and two of my friends, Jackson and Viktor, remained after our other teammates (we all ran Track) had all gone home after practice.

My name is Bradley, by the way. Like Viktor and Jackson, I'm a Senior looking forward to graduating in less than a month and finally being done with high school. Don't get me wrong, I had a great time the past four years. I'm a tall, good-looking jock and despite what you may have heard about my generation, that's still a major commodity at this point in life. Girls are all over me and I'm certainly not going to stop them from using me for their sexual experimentation.

Anyways, the "her" I was talking about earlier is a girl who also runs track, Taylor. We have a fairly large school, so it'd be hard say any guy or girl here is the most popular, best-looking, etc. But if you asked Taylor, she'd probably be happy to claim both titles.

I've known her for years, and she was once one of the many girls infatuated with me. I used her puppy love to get her into bed basically whenever I felt like it. As an athlete and dancer, she had a nice, tight body with perky little B cups and a great ass. She was and is a stuck-up little prude at heart, so I think she saw it as a victory that she would never give me blowjobs or do anything wilder than vaginal sex. In bed, I'd piss and moan about her unwillingness to push her sexual boundaries, but afterwards, alone, I'd laugh at her attempt to remain a "good girl" even though I got to fuck her anytime I wanted.

Part of me was surprised, then, when she got a boyfriend and ended our fuck-buddying. The guy's name was Ethan, another guy on the track team (think she's got a thing for fit dudes?). I'd never been a big fan of him and now there was even less reason to be. For a while after they started dating, I kept right on flirting and texting Taylor, assuming they'd break up and I'd get one of my little fuck-buddies back. Ethan found out about this and threatened to kick my ass. I laughed at him, comfortable in the knowledge that I'd fucked his girlfriend repeatedly in the past. Now I flirt and text with her just to piss him off.

Funny thing is, she would always flirt right back. For awhile I assumed she was still into me, but eventually I realized she was really just into herself. Clearly in her mind she was the hottest thing around, so why shouldn't she be allowed to lead guys on? Why shouldn't she act so conceited that most of her "friends" in Track or Dance would hate her guts?

As time went on Taylor only become more and more insufferably full of herself. Her relationship with Ethan continued and it became clear that her flirting with me was just to feed her ego, and she never had any plan of sleeping with me again. I'm grown up enough to not let petty jealousy take over just because a girl wants another guy, but the way she was handling it really pissed me off.

What angered me even more was when I found out I wasn't even the only guy she was doing this to. Both Jackson and Viktor were having similar issues with Taylor leading them on.

Jackson is a nice guy, but kind of a nerd and certainly not a ladies man. He was gangly and girls didn't really find him attractive. He too had previously had a "relationship" with Taylor as they had dated a little bit here and there over the years. I knew they'd never gotten physical, however. In fact, I was fairly certain he was still a virgin. I knew his pursuit of Taylor was nothing like my own; he may have actually loved her. It made it even more cruel that she'd feed him hope all the while knowing she'd never actually get with him.

Viktor was the polar opposite of Jackson. A football player, he spent a ton of time in the gym and had the muscles to prove it. He was getting recruited to play college ball so he never had any trouble surrounding himself with admirers. He only seemed to develop a real interest in Taylor after she started dating Ethan. I can only imagine how high and mighty it made her feel to have a specimen such as Viktor taking an interest in her. I assumed he just wanted what he can't have. I asked him about it one day, and what he told me is how this whole thing began...

"She deserves some kind of retribution for the way she's treating us," I continued, addressing Jackson and Viktor in the secluded bleachers "Fuck, she deserves it for the way she treats everyone. Ash says the whole dance team despises her. She acts like they all exist to make her look good. She's gotten out of control and she needs to be stopped."

My little speech was being given to both of them, but it was really only aimed at convincing Jackson to go along with something he'd probably never think to do in a million years. Viktor and I had come up with the plan so I knew he was in, but we'd need a third and I strongly believed it should be Jackson.

"I don't know, man. What you're talking about doing..." Jackson trailed off, like he wasn't able to bring himself to even speak the words. But I knew that if he wasn't just a little interested, he'd have walked away from us the moment we'd started talking about it.

"Jackson, aren't you sick of the way she treats you? You've been a friend and more to her and the only consideration she pays you is to make you squirm while she goes on with no intention of leaving the guy who would kill you just for speaking to her."

Viktor cracked his knuckles loudly. Jackson was searching desperately for a way to say no, but I knew he actually wanted to say yes.

"You really think this is the only way? It seems like too much. We could get in real trouble," Jackson said with weakening resolve.

I smiled. He'd said "we".

"The best thing for everyone is for her and Ethan to be broken up, but it will take an extraordinary circumstance to cause that to happen. As for any "trouble" we might get in, if we do this right we'll hold all the cards and we won't possibly encounter any problems."

"And don't forget, it'll be fun, too," chimed in Viktor with a devious grin.

Jackson looked back into our smiling faces and let out a sigh.

"Okay. I'm in."

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The best thing about our plan was how simple we knew it would be to pull off. We already had everything we needed (including the most important item, which I held in my possession) and we knew our targets, Taylor and Ethan, well enough to know they'd fall for it every step of the way.

In the days leading up to the moment we'd spring our trap, all three of us made doubly sure to bombard Taylor with attention. We didn't bother trying to hide it from Ethan, in fact, we wanted him to know. The better the plan would work (and the more enjoyable it would be). I did my part by getting more explicit in my texts to Taylor than ever before, reminiscing about the times we'd fucked and sending her pics of my abs (she had a thing for abs).

In response, she'd giggle (or lol, if we were texting) and continue being coy. I knew she was reporting everything back to Ethan, however, since nothing pleased her more than to get her BF worked into a jealous rage over other guys.

After a couple days of this, Friday afternoon came and it was time to put our plan into action. Viktor, Jackson and I had been avoiding Ethan whenever possible, but as we were all on the track team we knew he'd be good and ready to come after us during after-school practice.

Viktor and I hit the field early, stretching and chatting like it was any other day. As more of the team filtered out, we soon saw Taylor and Ethan walking together away from the adjacent locker rooms. Ethan was visibly upset and the moment he saw us he made a beeline for our secluded stretching spot. He came straight at me and shoved my chest, causing me to stagger backward.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing sending dick pics to my girlfriend, Bradley!" he growled. It was obvious he wanted to scream but didn't want to draw the attention of the coaches.

"Woah, woah! Relax, bud. It's not like she hasn't seen it before," I said, knowing it would incite a reaction.

It did. Ethan lunged to shove me again but Viktor stepped in, deflecting Ethan's hands before they reached their mark.

"Stay the fuck out of this, Viktor!" said Ethan.

Taylor had approached and was watching the scene with a look that most would pass off as concern, but I knew her better. Hiding in her stern demeanor and tight lips was an almost imperceptible smile, the result of getting some boys to fight over her.

"Ethan. let's just go practice, okay," said Taylor, though I knew she didn't mean it.

Ethan was still steamed but he wasn't dumb enough to come after me while I had Viktor standing in his way.

"If you pull any more shit like that again, I'm coming after you. Both of you," said Ethan as threateningly as he could muster.

He turned to walk away when I said the words that would kick off phase one of our plan.

"Hey, I just figured she deserved to have some naked pics of me since I have so many of her," I said with a grin.

Ethan stopped dead and spun around. Taylor's mouth dropped.

"What the fuck did you just say" said Ethan.

"What, she didn't tell you?" I chuckled.

Ethan did his best to blow it off.

"Whatever, keep dreaming, dude," he said.

I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text.It didn't have far to travel, since Taylor had her phone tucked into her shorts like she always does.

We all heard the beep and Taylor instinctively whipped out her phone to check the message. Ethan reached her right as she opened it. Both of their faces dropped, eye wide with shock.

I'm not generally a very nostalgic person, but I do have a soft-spot for naked images of my various conquests. I always make sure to snap some nude photos of them, with or without their knowledge that I'm doing so. The three jewels of my little collection are a series of shots that plainly show Taylor, our very own little miss priss, in various lewd positions, two of which show her face and all of which show her bare tits or ass.

"You probably didn't know those existed, since I never told you I was taking them," I said, twisting the knife.

It was Taylor's turn to storm up to me.

"Delete them, Bradley!" she said in a commanding voice.

I laughed again.

"I could delete them off my phone, but that wouldn't do anything about the copies I sent to Viktor, so you'll have to talk to him," I responded.

Ethan's shock was giving way back to anger,

"Viktor, delete those photos," said Ethan, trying to act tough.

Viktor pretended to consider Ethan's request for a moment, tapping his chin and staring into space.

"Hmm, I'll tell you what: you're always saying you're the fastest runner in school, how 'bout if you catch me, I delete the photos," said Viktor.

With that, Viktor took off like a jet across the field. Without thinking, Ethan took off after him, with Taylor and I in tow. I let Taylor run a little ahead of me so I could check out that bubbly little ass of hers. Soon, I thought, soon.

I have to admit, Ethan was no slouch and he caught up to Viktor much quicker than I expected him to. Ethan was hot on his heels as the pair ran off the field, blew right across the corner of the track past the bleachers. For a moment it looked like Ethan was about to catch him, but Viktor opened up a new gear and was be able to create some space as he dashed into the open bay door of the school's giant maintenance shed.

Taylor and I were only a few steps behind as Viktor ran past a large support beam inside the shed. As Ethan charged full-speed behind him, a metal pipe suddenly thrust out about knee high from behind the beam. Ethan never even saw it as his legs crashed into the pipe and sent him flailing onto the hard, concrete floor.

"Ethan!" shouted Taylor with concern as she rushed to him.

I had slowed down right as we entered the building and took a moment to close and padlock the large exterior door.

Viktor emerged, breathing a little heavy but undoubtedly the winner of the "race". From behind the support beam emerged Jackson, still holding the pipe he'd used to quickly end Ethan's pursuit.

"Good work, Jackson!" said Viktor, giving him a high five.

Ethan was still face down on the concrete floor, sputtering through dust. He had some pretty bad scrapes from his fall and the pipe had done a number on his leg; he was having trouble standing. Taylor was trying to help him up, but stopped to turn on the three of us.

"You guys are in big trouble for this! You really hurt him!" she said.

I scoffed.

"Anyone who saw us on the field saw Ethan chasing Viktor, and his injuries make it pretty clear that he tripped. We can't be blamed for an accident he had while attacking another student," I said. It was a pretty flimsy defense, but I didn't need it to hold up for long, "Besides, you're forgetting the bigger issue at stake here."

Taylor was swept to the side as Viktor and Jackson lifted Ethan to his feet. Ethan was still dazed from his fall as they carried him back to the support beam in the middle of the room.

"You've been a rude, stuck-up, conceited little bitch this year, Taylor. And everyone has decided it's time for that to stop," I said.

As Viktor held Ethan around his waist, Jackson produced a set of handcuffs. Wrapping Ethan's limp arms around the beam, Jackson slapped on the cuffs, tethering Ethan to the cold, steel pillar.

"What are you doing!? He's hurt!" cried Taylor. Viktor let go of Ethan, who had recovered enough to support his own body weight, his shackled arms holding him tight around the beam.

"How unlike you to care about somebody other than yourself," I said, "He'll be fine, and we'll let both of you go very soon. I'll even promise to destroy those pictures of you. All we're asking is for you give us what you've been dangling in front of us for so long."

With that, I grabbed Taylor around the waist and pulled her into my body. She resisted but couldn't break free.

"Let go of me, stop!" she said loudly.

I kept her in tight, letting her feel my rapidly hardening dick pressing into her side through my shorts. I grabbed at her ass and tits. Her struggling intensified. I had to stop groping her and pin her arms down to keep from getting smacked in the face. Viktor moved in and with no effort at all was able to pull both of her arms behind her back, crossing her wrists and holding them with one hand.

Defiant as ever, Taylor's face bore the look of a queen disgusted by her subjects. She tried to kick at me with her still-free legs, but Viktor pushed her down, forcing her onto her knees.

"Jackson! Stop these guys!" demanded Taylor.

Jackson was off to the side, looking slightly flustered by what he was now a part of.

"I...I can't. This is the only way," he said with difficulty.

It really pissed her off to be rejected by the most loyal of her playthings. She started yelling obscenities and insults at all three of us. I grabbed her face in my hand, causing her to stop.

"Save your strength, you're gonna need it," I said coldly, "We've got lots we want to do with you. For starters, I think I'll take the blowjob you never gave me."

Taylor's eyes were pure hatred as I looped my thumbs into my shorts and pulled them down, exposing my hard dick. I stepped closer to her, my erection waving and bouncing just inches from her face. She turned her head in disgust.

"There is no way I'm doing that!" she protested.

I took my cock in hand and slapped the head against the side of her face. She tried to pull back, but Viktor used his free hand and roughly grabbed her by her ponytail. He straightened her head out, allowing me to dick-slap her some more, focusing on her tight little lips.

"You can hold out as long as you like, but I promise we're not leaving here until you've sucked my dick," I said.

Eyes still furious, she looked at me and knew I wasn't lying. She stopped trying to pull her head away as I continued smacking her face with my cock.

"Don't worry, we'll take this slow," I said, "Now, stick out your tongue."

Slowly, she pushed her tongue out from between her lips. Her eyes were closed, expecting the worst. I leaned down and pressed my tongue into hers,locking lips and kissing her as deeply as I could before she forced her mouth closed. With one hand, I caressed her face.

"The sooner you start to enjoy this, the easier it will be for you," I said.

Her expression told me we were nowhere near that point yet. That was fine with me.

"Now stick that tongue back out and keep those eyes open," I commanded.

She made a bratty face at me, but complied. I straightened up and aimed the head of my cock at her glistening tongue. I savored the moment as the underside of my head made contact with her warm, wet tongue for the first time. I jerked myself slowly, oozing precum into a small puddle. Reflexively, she withdrew her tongue at the taste, which only delivered it further into her mouth. She gagged slightly and I laughed.

"I see you're still not one for blowjobs. Don't you give them to your boyfriend?" I asked.

She didn't respond, just glared at me. I looked over at Ethan, who was still in a daze, eyes on the floor.

"Ethan, does she not give you blowjobs?"

Hearing his name caused him to snap to attention. He looked up and saw me pantsless, dick hanging inches from his subdued girlfriend's face and his eyes nearly jumped out of his head.

"What the fuck!?" he shouted. He struggled against his restraints but his upper body was still held firmly against the pillar. He tried to pull away with his legs but winced in pain as they buckled beneath him, "What the fuck!?" he shouted again.

"Don't worry, bro, I'll teach her how. Taylor babe, open your mouth," I said.

As Ethan continued to struggle and curse, hurling threats at Viktor, Jackson and especially me, Taylor just stared into my eyes, mouth closed. I petted her on the cheek, pressing my thumb against her lips. She flinched slightly, but didn't stop me as I pushed my thumb past her lips and into her mouth. I passed her smooth teeth, back over her soft tongue until her lips were wrapped around my second knuckle. Slowly I pulled it back out.

"Good job, but my dick is gonna be a little bigger than my thumb," I joked.

"Not much bigger," she said with a bitchy smile.

Now I was mad. I pushed Viktor's hand out of the way and grabbed Taylor by the hair. Lining up, I thrust forward and started jamming my dick past her lips. She was mostly letting me, maybe in an attempt to prove that she could handle anything I threw at her.

Her mouth really did feel great, and after a few long thrusts I was harder than ever. The cocky bitch was trying to act like she could handle it, but even taking only a couple inches was clearly straining her virgin mouth. I pressed even harder and fed her another inch, causing her to gag and sputter.

"Still think it's small?" I asked with a laugh. Her mouth was so full of spit (probably cause she didn't want to swallow any of my precum) that it was starting to spill out the corners of her lips. The added lubrication allowed me to continue thrusting deeper towards her throat. After a couple of minutes, she was taking almost three inches (a little over half my length) comfortably.

But my goal wasn't to make her comfortable. I started humping her face quicker, going a little bit deeper every thrust. Her eyes were shut tight and getting watery. She started making guttural gagging noises as the tip of my cock was probing the back of her narrow throat.