A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)
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				Title: <strong>A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 15:39:44</strong>
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				Gretchen Warren couldn't help but smile as she sat before the mirror in her dorm room while brushing her hair.&nbsp; &nbsp;If she could have sat down in her childhood and written out a script for her life, things wouldn't have progressed much different from the way things stood right now.&nbsp; She was just starting her Junior year at Longwell University (her Grandfather's College she privately thought of it, what with the amount of donations he had provided it over the course of his lifetime).&nbsp; &nbsp;She had also just been named vice captain of the school's&nbsp; cheerleading squad, a rare honor for a Junior.&nbsp; Of course there had been one or two rumblings that her father had bought her the position, but the vast majority of the squad thought it a well won honor for her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Tonight was also the occasion of one of the biggest party events on the school's social calendar....the preseason bash to celebrate the impending start to the school's football season.&nbsp; &nbsp; Tommorrow would begin the official events leading to the opening kickoff of the nationally ranked school's season with giant kickoff Pep Rally.&nbsp; &nbsp;Gretchen would play a major part in the events at the rally, both from the fact that she was one of the head cheerleaders and the fact that her boyfriend was sure to be announced as the team's starting running back.&nbsp; &nbsp;But tonight was a night for wild partying, as all the professors had traditionally cancelled all classed for tomorrow.<br><br>As she finished brushing her hair, Gretchen stood up and turned to admire her profile in the mirror.&nbsp; &nbsp;A raven haired beauty with piercing blue eyes, she attracted more than her fair share of male (and even the occasional female) attention.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she scanned down over her underwear clad body, she nodded in satisfaction.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her cheerleading kept her in trim, athletic form from head to toe.&nbsp; She sometimes dreamed about what it would be like to have larger breasts than she was gifted with...but the more pragmatic side of her realized they would just make her cheering activities more uncomfortable.&nbsp; &nbsp;Besides, she laughed, it was not like she was flat chested in any event.<br><br>A look at the clock brought her out of her revelry.&nbsp; "Crap" she thought.&nbsp; &nbsp;"If I don't get a move on, I'm going to be late."&nbsp; &nbsp;With that thought, she stepped into her closet to begin getting dressed for the night's party.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 17:25:54</strong>
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				Calvin Michaels let the water rush over him, as he stretched out his muscular arms and heard a faint crack which brought a smile to his face. This apartment which had been paid for by the University was much nicer than what he was used to. It was a bit of a culture shock transferring from Michigan State, to Longwell. The offer was one that was just too sweet for the runningback to pass up. Calvin had set a state record in number of yards gained, so it'd only be natural that he was scouted.<br><br>Hopping out of the shower, he walked to the mirror and looked into it for a moment. Calvin was simply wearing a pair of black boxers that suited his brown skin tone well. Using his hands to drum on his highly toned abdominal muscles for a moment, he flung his head back sending his long braids flying over his shoulder. Despite only having attended classes here for a week, he was already in the running for a starting spot. One he intended to take by any means neccesary. It was a bit odd being the only man of color at the University, however noone seemed to treat him negatively because of it. Actually, it seemed it helped to endear him with other members of the teams girlfriends. However there was one in particular that he had his eyes on, it was a given that he'd see her at the party tonight. <br><br>Gretchen was her name, Calvin would see to it that she was fully attended to at tonight's festivities. Making his way out of the bathroom, he had already laid out the clothing that he planned on wearing on his bed. Quickly getting dressed, Calvin slipped on a pair of sunglasses and said with a confident smirk as he looked in the mirror "Ok, lets make some magic happen tonight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 14:51:46</strong>
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				Gretchen stepped back out of the closet, now fully dressed, and walked back over to the mirror.&nbsp; &nbsp;Turning slowly, she ran a strict rule over the clothing to ensure everything was properly placed.&nbsp; &nbsp;She nodded in satisfaction at the choice...a tight fitting green short sleeve top with hugged her body closely to accentuate her shape, along with a flowing, knee length skirt that provided just the barest hint of more when she moved just right.&nbsp; They went together perfectly, and just happened to be the school colors of course.&nbsp; Touching up one last little bit of her makeup, she looked at the clock again and nodded.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would time it just right.&nbsp; Most of the people would already be at the party, allowing her to make a grand entrance, but she would be arriving before the event reached full swing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Grabbing her purse and slipping on her cheerleading varsity jacket, she slipped out the door to her room and headed across the quad toward the fraternity complex where the night's party would be taking place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 18:01:31</strong>
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				Calvin entered the party, preferring a more low key entrance. Slapping five to most the people he encountered, the young man quickly made his way through the sea of people. He was currently wearing a black wifebeater, a pair of black jeans with black boots and his sunglasses. It's true that he could have worn school colors or something more fashionable, however Calvin was here to show off one of his best assets. That would be his physique, after all the man was here on a mission tonight. Some cheerleaders ran up giving hugs, which he eagerly accepted. Two of them he was quite familiar with, and their boyfriends by now had to know about it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 13:55:32</strong>
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				Gretchen entered the party with a smile.&nbsp; Scanning the sea of people, she immediately began to make her way back to a knot of people clustered together off in one of the corners.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she moved through the crowd, several people approached her and attempted to strike up a conversation with her.&nbsp; Most she dismissed with a polite, but cool hello before continuing on her way.&nbsp; A couple of the more forward guys tried to corner her and flirt for a moment.&nbsp; These she send on their way with a cold stare and without a word.&nbsp; Finally reaching the table.&nbsp; With a quick word of greeting to all present she took a seat waiting for her, and slid her hand inside her boyfriend's arm.<br><br>Most guys would have certainly responded when a girl like Gretchen walked up to them, but Gregg Anson was very involved in one of his hundreds of football stories.&nbsp; And as such, he barely noticed when she sat down next to him.&nbsp; Sure to be announced as the starting Running Back on the football team tomorrow, he attracted a large segment of the team that hung on his every word.&nbsp; &nbsp;And for a large portion of the evening, Gregg entertained the table with his tales of his past glories.<br><br>To be honest, Gretchen found the stories a bit dry and boring.&nbsp; But this is was the definitive in crowd for the school.&nbsp; All of the most popular guys and girls were at this table, and there was no other place on campus she would have been that evening.&nbsp; But someone disinterested in Gregg's stories, she began to drink a fair amount.&nbsp; &nbsp;A steady supply of alcohol was brought to the table by a stream of girls hoping to get noticed by the cream of the football team or the heads of the cheerleading team.&nbsp; As such, there was always a full glass in front of Gretchen, which she continued to nurse as the night wore on.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 23:00:00</strong>
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				After awhile a deep yet low voice interjected with "You, the runningback? Please. Second stringer, maybe?" Calvin gently nudged a piss drunk teammate out of a seat and made himself comfortable. His lips curled up into a small little smirk, confidence was definitely something he never needed to worry about. Glancing around the table for a minute, Calvin's eyes stopped on the obviously uninterested young woman across from him. "Besides....only a total jerkoff loser would spend the entire night talking shit when he could be into far more captivating topics." A small little wink was made her way before his eyes turend back to Gregg. <br><br>Grabbing a bottle, Calvin cranked it open and started to tip back the drink. "I find myself confused, how a dickhead like you can wind up with a...young woman like her. Clearly she is out of your league." Calvin was the type of person who could spend all day getting under someone's skin, especially when there was something that he wanted on the line. In this case, there were two things in particular he was desiring. The team spot, as well as Gretchen. She was a perk, to say the least. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 16:38:23</strong>
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				By the time Calvin forced his way up to the table, Gretchen was very much on her way to being well and drunk.&nbsp; &nbsp;She watched him coldly and sniffed as he made eye contact with her and even had the audacity to wink at her as he sat down.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was certainly used to guys trying to flirt with her...but who the hell was this nobody thinking he was to brazenly elbow his way into their circle and talk them that way.&nbsp; &nbsp;She fully expected the guys gathered around the table to shortly show the interloper to the door, forcefully if necessary.&nbsp; &nbsp;But to her shock and surprise, they only shifted uncomfortably on their chairs as Gregg watched him silently.<br><br>As he continued to poke barbs at her boyfriend, Gretchen finally spoke up.&nbsp; Had she been fully sober, she probably would have just remained quiet and let the guys handle the situation themselves.&nbsp; &nbsp;But the alcohol was full in her system, and she finally had to respond.&nbsp; "And just who the hell are you to crash what is obviously a private party?&nbsp; And to run your mouth like that to our STARTING running back?"&nbsp; She twinned her arm even more tightly around Gregg's possessively.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 00:57:29</strong>
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				Calvin chuckled lightly and said "Someone's had a bit to drink. I'm the newest player on the team. Got scouted from Michigan, your coach told me...and I quote "I've never seen a more fine running back in all my days. I'd be honored if you came and played for us, Calvin." A cocky smile played over his features as he looked Gretchen up and down. "As for the invite? The quarterback, Mike? He's the one that invited me." To add to his point, he reached over and slapped him a five. "Thanks for the invite by the way, man." <br><br>His attention turned back to Gretchen "Just because you're so inconsequential that you don't know who I am? It isn't a big deal. I'm sure in your circles, you're kind of a big deal. But I believe I was talking to the soon to be second stringer here?" Pointing at her boyfriend as he propped up an eyebrow. "If you don't mind that is, love." He definitely admired women who were outspoken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 15:06:21</strong>
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				Gretchen laughed just a little too loudly at the newcomer's cocky assertions....completely oblivious to the growing redness creeping over Gregg's face and the increasing discomfort of the other players seated around the table.&nbsp; "Inconsequential?&nbsp; Surely you jest.&nbsp; &nbsp;My name is plastered aaaaaallll over this campus.&nbsp; &nbsp;Literally.&nbsp; &nbsp;Warren School of Business?&nbsp; That's mine, in case you hadn't heard.&nbsp; <br><br>She leaned against her boyfriend for just a moment as her head swam and she caught her breath.&nbsp; &nbsp;"As for you being a running back...well I'm sure you will get lots and lots of carries.&nbsp; After all, every good school like ours needs a good backup for mop up duty."&nbsp; She smirked at the guy sitting across from her, expecting to see him suitably chastised by her eloquent, drunken rebuttal.&nbsp; "As I'm sure you will see tomorrow at the kickoff pep rally."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 17:50:05</strong>
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				Calvin looked around the table amusedly. Most of the players were now looking at anywhere aside from the obviously drunken beauty who was assured in her claims. They had seen firsthand just how skilled in his craft Calvin was, many had come to the realization that Gregg may very well lose his spot. Calvin took another sip from his drink and merely gave her a curt smile as she continued.<br><br>"Well I'm sure your boyfriend will make a perfectly capable backup, he might actually get to see five minutes or so of play time. As for you? Welll....I'm familiar with several of the cheerleaders, but can't say that you ring a bell. Sorry. Are you new to the squad or something? That could be it." Calvin knew fully well who she was, his plan that he'd been formulating the last couple days would only work tonight with a combination of her being tanked and enraged enough to do something as rash as what he had in mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 14:56:47</strong>
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				The impertinence of the newcomer was starting to grate on Gretchen's nerves.&nbsp; &nbsp; It was one thing to insult Gregg and his position on the team.&nbsp; While she was undeniably attracted to him, their relationship one more one of two celebrities who join together for appearances.&nbsp; She certainly wasn't deeply in love with him.&nbsp; &nbsp;But now the outsider was thumbing his nose at her!&nbsp; New to the squad?&nbsp; How DARE he treat her this way after all the work she had done to earn her position as vice-captain!<br><br>She rose unsteadily to her feet and pointed at Calvin, her cheeks flushed with the combination of alcohol and anger.&nbsp; &nbsp;"And just who are these so called cheerleaders you are familiar with?" she slurred.&nbsp; "Because after tomorrow, they WON'T be on cheerleaders any more, not if I have anything to say about it."&nbsp; &nbsp;She giggled, drunkenly and maliciously.&nbsp; "And I do, considering I'm one of the squad's captains.&nbsp; &nbsp; But how could you know that, being that you are a nobody around here?"&nbsp; She stared at him...eyes still narrowed in anger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 17:11:30</strong>
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				Ignoring the angry young woman for a second, Calvin waved over at Katrina who was one of the cheerleaders. She blushed and waved back with a grin. The two of them had become quite intimate earlier in the week, and Calvin was the type of person who'd keep on good standings with all of the women he fools around with. When Gretchen got to her feet, Calvin merely perked up an eyebrow. "Now, now why would I want to give you that bit of information? Why don't you ask them yourself?" <br><br>After taking in this already known bit of information, he said in an impressed manner "Whoa, so let me get this straight. You're the captain? You, as in the woman who is pissed to the gills right in front of me is captain of the cheerleading squad? Wow, go figure." A bright smirk was on his face as he rested his chin down on his hand and watched her closely. "I'm sure in a weird bizarro-verse that would actually make me feel something. Here though, in the real world? You get this." The young man sarcastically gave her a slow round of applause.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 15:50:36</strong>
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				If not for Gregg's hand on her arm restraining her, she would have walked around the table in a drunken froth and slapped the asshole that had insinuated himself into their private group within an inch of his life.&nbsp; At least that was the only thought that ran through her alcohol clouded mind at that moment.&nbsp; Never mind that he was twice her size, and a gifted football player to boot.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was drunkenly convinced that she could take him.<br><br>As her boyfriend held her there for a few moments, she spluttered incoherently while the man across the table continued his sarcastic cheer.&nbsp; Finally, she was able to take a few deep breaths and calm down enough to to speak clearly.&nbsp; "Why don't you just leave, you....you.....nobody.&nbsp; We don't need you here.&nbsp; You certainly aren't good enough to go to a school like Longwell."&nbsp; She just stood there glaring at him...nostrils flaring and chest heaving in drunken anger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 18:57:18</strong>
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				Calvin narrowed his eyes a little and said "Well your coach seems to think otherwise, I supposee that is why I am here." Looking at Gregg for a moment, he noticed he turned his head and so Calvin held up two fingers in the peace sign at Gretchen and started to flick his tongue between them. A wicked smile on his face before returning his hands to the table. She was definitely fiery, that was something the young man loved in a woman. It usually meant that they could hold their own with him in a more intimate setting.<br><br>Calvin slapped hands with one of the linebackers and said "Hey man, can you watch my seat? I think I'm going to get another drink. Do you want anything?" The player said "Ummm can you get me a Mike's hard?" Calvin perked up an eyebrow and said "That's a pussy drink, man." He laughed and said "I'm driving tonight, dude." Calvin shrugged and said "Alright." Looking back at Gretchen as he got up and mouthed out "I want to fuck you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 19:56:40</strong>
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				Gretchen watch with thinly vieled fury as he rose from his seat and started to walk toward the bar.&nbsp; &nbsp;Taking a deep breath and thankful they could go back to enjoying the party, she started to turn back toward the conversation that had begun to resume once more now that the tenseness at the table had begun lighten a bit now that Calvin was moving off.&nbsp; &nbsp;As it was, everyone else missed his whispered solicitation.&nbsp; She almost almost didn't catch it herself, but just before she looked away...there it was.&nbsp; "I want to fuck you."&nbsp; She thought she might have been mistaken...but the evil glint in his eyes left no doubt in her mind that she had understood him correctly.&nbsp; Had she not still been so angry, she probably would have laughed.&nbsp; A nobody like him propositioning her so blatantly and boldly...as if her boyfriend's hand wasn't still on her arm.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes narrowing to near slits, she whispered back, "Not in this lifetime, asshole."&nbsp; Ripping her arm free from Gregg's grasp, she turned and stalked off toward the restroom...still rather unsteady from the quantity of alcohol she had consumed on the evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 22:34:38</strong>
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				Calvin had grabbed himself another beer, and waited at the bar with his back to the crowd of teammates. A soft smile played over onto his face as he watched Gretchen make her way to the restroom. This was all planned out, he knew that with her drinking as much as she was? She'd have no choice but to go to the bathroom in a short time span. Pacing predator like through the crowd, a fierce determination filled Calvin's eyes as he made his way through the sea of people. Eventually reaching the restroom, he glanced around to make sure nobody was paying attention. Strangely enough, Gretchen didn't seem to notice she was being followed.<br><br>With the speed of a great cat, Calvin placed his hand on the door and placed his chest near the young woman's back. "So...I'm guessing you're really not all that fond of me, are you darling?" The grin he displayed seemed friendly enough, though his eyes told a different story.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 14:59:20</strong>
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				Gretchen stood outside the bathroom, tapping her foot impatiently.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of course, at a party of this size there was a significant waiting line.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she stood there, frustrated, tipsy, and still a bit rattled from her encounter with Calvin, she felt the weight pressing into her back.&nbsp; She was about to turn around tell the girl behind her to wait her turn just like everyone else there, when she heard that infuriating voice whispering from just behind her ear.&nbsp; As he reached around and pressed the door shut on her, she felt herself pinned to the door by his massive size looming over her.&nbsp; She placed both her hands on his chest of pushed with all her might, trying to create some space for herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;But she was unable to shift his muscular bulk by very much at all, she she was forced to look up into his predatory eyes from mere inches away.<br><br>"Not fond?" she replied.&nbsp; "That's an understatement if I've ever heard one.&nbsp; Loathe, detest, despise would be more appropriate terms for what I feel for you," she hissed, the alcohol giving her a sense of freedom she wouldn't have had otherwise.&nbsp; "And I caught what you said back at the table.&nbsp; Never, in a million years, if you were the only dick left on Earth."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 22:30:44</strong>
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				His eyes flashed malevolently but he chuckled lightly at her gusto. "Never in a million years huh? That's a shame, the things this dick could do to you? Well...." The door opened and an obviously drunk young man strolled out of it, Calvin took note of this immediately. Grabbing Gretchen's wrist and pulling her quickly into the bathroom before kicking the door closed.<br><br>He let go of the petite woman's wrist and said "Normally I don't go for the whole spoiled, snotty thing. I don't know though, with you? It's kinda working on me." His arms crossed over his chest, his imposing form in front of the door and his head tilted ever so slightly to the side. "But I digress from my point. You have a lot of faith in your mediocre boyfriend it seems. I'm wondering just how much?"<br><br>Calvin had thought long and hard on how to approach this situation, and realized that Gretchen's anger and hostility towards him could prove to be a benefit as opposed to a boon. Thus he had spent the better part of the night provoking her and getting under her skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 16:39:52</strong>
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				Gretchen stumbled as she was caught suddenly by the wrist, and pulled into the bathroom.&nbsp; She caught herself on the counter and turn to find Calvin slamming the door to the small room shut.&nbsp; Considering he had just moments before been talking about having sex with her, she began to fear for her safety.&nbsp; But he just stood there, looking at her with his back to the bathroom door.<br><br>As she stood there listening to him, her eyes narrowed.&nbsp; "He's hardly mediocre.&nbsp; He was second team all conference last year.&nbsp; Of course I have faith in him."&nbsp; She watched him suspiciously as he posed his question to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"What do you mean, by how much?"&nbsp; &nbsp;She waited for his response, unable to see what he was talking about in her inebriated state.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 17:13:03</strong>
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				Licking his lips briskly, Calvin said "Well it just so happens that I am looking to make a wager....with you on who will become the starter for the team this season. If you have that much faith on him, how's about you prove it?" Challenging her, Calvin's voice remained calm and even. But his eyes slightly gave away the lust he was currently feeling towards Gretchen.<br><br>"If...he winds up becoming starter. Not only will I leave the team, but the car I was given upon registering here? I will sign it away to you and you can either drive it or sell it, or give it away. Whatever you want? However....if I win?" At this Calvin's glee could barely be contained and he seemed positively giddy. "If let's just say, by some freak miracle. I was to win? You would have to...suck me off. Think about it, if he wins? I'm out of your hair for good." He might as well have been blunt he reasoned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 02:46:42</strong>
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				Had she truly been more interested in her boyfriend's football exploits, Gretchen would have noticed for the past few weeks of practice that Gregg was becoming more and more tense about the day's practice.&nbsp; He might have even mentioned Calvin on a couple of different occasions.&nbsp; But she tended to tune him out when he started with his footballing conversations.&nbsp; And she definitely would have noticed this evening when the entire team went stone cold when Calvin arrived on the scene.&nbsp; But the high level of drinking she had been doing on the evening had clouded her observational skills...and now it was going to cause her a grave lapse in judgement.<br><br>As it was, she expected nothing different than Gregg being the starter same as he had been the previous 2 years.&nbsp; &nbsp;So all she could she in her alcohol shrouded mind were visions of just how badly she was going to humiliate this blustering, brash newcomer.&nbsp; "Suck you off?" she laughed, "I would be your slave for a month if Gregg couldn't beat you as starter for this team.&nbsp; There is no what you are good enough to take it from him.&nbsp; &nbsp;But sure....what type of car am I going to have smashed why you stand by watching when you lose?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 06:46:50</strong>
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				Calvin's lips curled into a toothy grin upon hearing her add that she'd be his slave for a month. Trying to pull it back in some, he said softly "Well I drive a black Pontiac Solstice, got it upon coming here. So...let's just say hypothetically speaking, I lose? It is all yours, I will sign it over to you....however." A small lick of his lips accompanied Calvin's wandering eyes as he slowly made his way towards Gretchen. "If I win, not only do you have to suck my dick. But like you said you'll be my slave for a month. Where I can fuck you as often as I want. Does that sound fair?" He held his hand out with barely contained glee.<br><br>This was like taking candy for a baby, not only would he completely humilate the couple. But he would get to fuck the beautiful cheerleader whenever he saw fit for a good month. In that span, Calvin didn't plan on letting a single day go to waste. The sweetest part of the deal was that there was no way Gregg was going to get the spot, obviously she was drunk out of her mind or wasn't too hip to Football here.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 16:25:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen couldn't help but laugh when she heard the make of his car.&nbsp; "A Pontiac?&nbsp; Really?&nbsp; Do you have a hamster under the hood for an engine, or do you have slots cut out in the floor like the Flintstones?" she giggled, laughing a little too hard at her joke in her stupor.&nbsp; She waved her hand.&nbsp; "Not that it matters, I don't have any intention of parking it in the same parking lot as my Mercedes, much less drive it.&nbsp; &nbsp;No....Gregg is going to have a hell of a time smashing the piece of shit into tiny little shards of metal and glass.&nbsp; &nbsp;Especially after he hears you trapped me here in the bathroom," she smiled wickedly.<br><br>She reached out and shook his hand.&nbsp; "One month, whatever and whenever.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not that it matters since you are going to loose.&nbsp; Just make sure to have that title for me after the pep rally tomorrow.&nbsp; &nbsp;I'll let you know when the big event is going to be so you can come and mourn.&nbsp; Now....if you don't mind, I have a party to attend to."&nbsp; &nbsp;Before she left, she looked back over her shoulder.&nbsp; "And tell Katrina not to bother showing up tomorrow.&nbsp; She's off the squad."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 16:59:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin shook her hand, keeping his feelings in check. He would have liked nothing more than to give her a better usage for her mouth right there, but that could wait. Clearing his throat he said "Right, and just keep this in mind. After I get my spot tomorrow? I want you at my place wearing something sexy tomorrow night, I see no reason to wait for you to start serving out your sentence." His eyes had moved briefly to her shapely bottom, and he intended to take a bite out of it in due time.<br><br>Calvin made his way past Gretchen as he put his hand on the door. "So, i'd suggest fingering yourself all to hell tonight or something to loosen up. You're going to need it tomorrow, darling." With that said, Calvin left the bathroom and made his way to the party. Ignoring the little jibe against Katrina, this would just be another thing he'd have to remedy upon winning the coveted spot.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 15:25:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen grabbed the door, and slammed it shut as he exited the small room...almost hitting him in the back as he walked out.&nbsp; She couldn't help but shake her head.&nbsp; What an egotistical pervert!&nbsp; She was going to thoroughly enjoy savaging his beloved car tomorrow when she won their bet, her faith in Gregg was that strong.&nbsp; The remote possibility that this time tomorrow she would be his sex slave didn't even penetrate her drunken haze.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was not going to happen.&nbsp; &nbsp;She completed her business in the restroom, and then returned to the party herself...thinking nothing more of the bet she had just made.&nbsp; &nbsp;The rest of the party passed uneventfully, and the mood of the group at the table notably improved as more beverages were consumed, til Gregg had to carry her home sometime after midnight.&nbsp; <br><br>She awoke the next morning with a slight bit of a hangover...but considering the amount she had drank last night, nothing to serious.&nbsp; She took a quick shower, and slipped into her cheerleading outfit before heading out to her morning classes.&nbsp; The pep rally would be held that afternoon....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 19:06:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin awoke the following morning feeling in excellent spirits, after hopping out of his bed. The young man dropped down and did some push ups. Today was going to be a beautiful day, the week had been leading up to this. Once he got in the shower, Calvin thought to himself for a second and paid extra attention on scrubbing today. After all, nobody wanted to pleasure a dirty guy. Once he felt like his skin was positively glistening, Calvin flipped off the water and started to dry. <br><br>Eventually the black and white uniform was put on, and he looked in the mirror in an egotistical manner. "This is it, man. Today it all comes together." Making a kiss at himself in the mirror, Calvin left his apartment and hopped in his Pontiac. Making his way to class, no force on earth could possibly ruin this day for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 14:47:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Thankfully, the professors at the college for the most part realized what an important weekend it was, and the class subjects were relatively light on the day.&nbsp; Still, the morning seemed to poke along to Gretchen, and it was a great relief when the last of the morning classes ended.&nbsp; She headed over to the campus cafeteria and met Gregg for a bit lunch before the afternoon's activities.&nbsp; As usual, the lunch was spent with very little conversation between the two...most the time was passed greeting well wishers that passed by the table and watching the football player consume the vast amount of calories he required.&nbsp; &nbsp;After finished, they rose and left the building together...and Gretchen couldn't help but smile as several of the tables rose and applauded them as the walked out the door.<br><br>They walked across the quad as a couple to the school's auditorium where the pep rally would be held.&nbsp; She raised up on her toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek as the separated...he to join the rest of the team in the back, and she to lead the cheer squad out in front of the crowd to start the festivities. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 19:38:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin glanced around at the large number of people in attendance, everything in this building? It was to become his, there was no disputing that. He'd allow Gregg to have his little moment before everything was taken away from him. Outside of the football team? Nobody here had ever seen Calvin on the field, this was to his advantage. Not to say Gregg wasn't a good player, but Calvin was a dominating runningback. As opposed to utilizing trickery to evade defenders, Calvin was fast as all hell and would truck the living hell out of anyone who got in his way.<br><br>Slapping on his helmet, he slowly made his way out with the rest of the team. It would be funny, humiliating Gregg in front of the entire campus. However his eyes were currently scanning the area, looking for Gretchen. More than anything, Calvin wanted to see her face once she came to the realization that she would become his virtual sex slave. She had to be sober now, which meant that more than likely she wasn't as much of a hellion as she was last night. A part of him hoped that she was though, it'd be a challenge and incredibly fun to break her out of that. <br><br>Finally locking his eyes on his target, Calvin waved at Gretchen sarcastically. Blowing a kiss her way through the helmet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 01:56:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen took her turns in leading the squad in several cheers to help whip the crowd into a frenzy.&nbsp; It was so exhilarating to be the focus of attention of virtually the whole school at this moment in time.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had to catch her breath for a second, such was the excitement of the giddy moment.&nbsp; Thankfully she was given a bit of a relief as the head coach of the team stepped up onto the stage to deliver a few remarks to the assembly before the team itself was introduced.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>While she was standing there, only half listening to the coach while talking with other members of her squad, she caught a glimpse of the team as the prepared to charge the stage.&nbsp; As luck would have it, the first player her eyes fell upon, was the asshole that tried to spoil the party last night.&nbsp; She rolled her eyes at him she caught his wave and kiss and deliberately turned her back to where he stood.&nbsp; He would get a forceful introduction to how the real hierarchy at this school really ran in just a few minutes when the team's starting lineup was introduced, of that she was sure.&nbsp; She even let herself feel sorry for him for just a moment, with whatever promises he had been given to come here only to have to sit the bench.&nbsp; But it was only fleeting...and she was sure going to enjoy watching him get his comeuppance here shortly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 03:27:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Upon hearing the football team announced to the stage, a small smirk crossed over Calvin's face. Cracking his neck gently, he led the way with a strut to his step. Once the guys were all lined up, the head coach made his way to the podium. Waving to the people in attendance, he smiled and said "Alright, now the moment everyone has been waiting for...the announcement of this season's starting team!" All the guys were currently in a line and waiting to have their names called.<br><br>A list of names got called, the defensive team was the first to be allowed to step forward. The coach was drawing the proceedings out on purpose, he knew that everyone was waiting for the coveted runningback spot to be filled. The Runningback was so important to the school, that even the Quarterback was announced beforehand. After what seemed like forever, the coach finally decided to get to the good part. "Well, you all have been patiently waiting...finally it brings me great pleasure to announce our Runningback and The Team Captain for this season! ...Calvin Michaels! Will you please step forward!"<br><br>With a confident smirk, Calvin walked forward and crossed his arms gently. Waving outwards in a smartassed tone, he placed his hand over his brow and scanned the audience for Gretchen and her reaction. Calvin had known ahead of time that he'd get the spot, the coach had pulled him aside and let him know. This was all a formality.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 14:34:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As player after player was announced, the crowd's reaction grew.&nbsp; &nbsp;With each name that was announced, the noise level of the auditorium grew, and Gretchen's squad participated fully in working them up into the frenzy.&nbsp; As they came down to the last few players to be introduced, it became incredibly difficult to hear the names called out over the loudspeaker...but everyone knew that the running back position would be the last one up to the stage.&nbsp; &nbsp;As it was, all that could be heard in the arena when the coach reached the last name to be read, was&nbsp; '.....Captain......season......Calvin Michaels.....!"&nbsp; And the the crowd erupted into its loudest roar yet.<br><br>One person who did not participate in the celebration, was Gretchen.&nbsp; She stood there in total shock as the rest of the squad jumped and cheered along with the rest of the students at the rally.&nbsp; &nbsp;What the hell was this!?!&nbsp; The asshole was starting running back AND team captain?&nbsp; What in heaven's name had Gregg been doing in practice that had cost him his position?&nbsp; She just could conceive of how this could have happened.&nbsp; How dare he embarrass her this way!&nbsp; &nbsp;Thankfully, once the team was introduced, the rally was very close to being completed.&nbsp; &nbsp;She completed the last of the cheers for the team halfheartedly...a seething anger taking hold of her.&nbsp; Just wait til they were finished here.&nbsp; She was absolutely going to give Gregg a piece of her mind....
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 16:21:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin felt like a celebrity, shaking hands with people he didn't know. Constantly expressing gratitude for nice comments directed towards him. It seemed like Gregg was something of an asshole who had burned several bridges with people. However Calvin was focused on somethng else entirely, and in the midst of all this excitement? He decided the perfect thing to cap off this day would be to get a blowjob from his new personal plaything.<br><br>Making his way through the crowd, Calvin smiled as he noticed where Gretchen was. The mixture of shock and anger on her face? Priceless. After getting through the sea of people, he merely grinned and said <strong>"Howdy...Gretchen. So...funny thing, I believe you remember our agreement from last night?" </strong> His eyes were filled with bad intentions and lust for the young woman in front of him, as he crossed his arms over his chest.<br><br>Cracking his neck gently he looks out towards the crowd before remarking <strong>"So...what say we find somewhere a little more private, darling?"</strong> It took every ounce of self control to not just rub it in, that she would be his sex slave for a month and in that period of time? She was going to become a slut the likes of which, this campus had never seen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 14:37:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen was pacing angrily to one side of the stage, waiting for Gregg to make himself known.&nbsp; &nbsp;But he seemed to be avoiding her wrath at the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;Several other people attempted to approach her and chat for a moment, but she sent them hurrying somewhere else with a icy glare.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then, just to top everything off, the object of her hatred and humiliation decided to swagger down the stairs to gloat at her for a moment.<br><br>His first comment cause her to frown.&nbsp; "Last night?" she questioned.&nbsp; &nbsp;Most of the details of the previous night were a hazy blur to her, so it took her a moment to recall.&nbsp; Then she remembered, and her eyes shot wide open.&nbsp; "You can't seriously expect me to follow up on that....that bet.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was just drunken bravado."&nbsp; She looked up into in his face, and what she saw there caused her to take a step or two backwards from him.&nbsp; He did, indeed expect her to live up to the terms of their wager...and that he intended to take full advantage of her stakes.<br><br>"I....I refuse.&nbsp; &nbsp;There is no way you can force me to honor that....that bet," she stammered.&nbsp; &nbsp;She raised her chin, trying to put on a brave expression she didn't truly feel.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 18:07:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilting his head to the side, Calvin smirked and said <strong>"Now Gretchen, had your boyfriend gotten the spot? I'd be expected to give you my car. You lost fair and square, so it is for the best if you honor our agreement...Or else, Gregg might have to hear this?"</strong> Calvin was prepared for last night in advance, he had plotted and carefully made sure everything would go according to plan. Pulling out a small recorder, he clicked the button on the top. After a moment, the conversation between the two of them in the bathroom could be heard. Especially the bit about her saying she'd be his slave for a month as opposed to just giving him head.<br><br>Calvin sat there stone faced before flipping the recorder off, <strong>"You don't have to honor the bet, I guess I will go see what Gregg thinks? I know he might find the conversation pretty funny."</strong> With that said, Calvin turned around for dramatic effect and slowly started to walk back into the direction of the stage. Humming a little tune to himself as he stretched out his arms and yawned. He'd taken steps to make sure she'd have no way to back out of their agreement, Calvin was going to fuck her. That is all there was to it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 19:05:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen bit her lip as she heard her own slurred voice coming from the previously concealed recorder.&nbsp; Played just right, and listening to herself now that she was sober, she could see where someone could make the connection that this was more than a hostile bet between two people that hated one another.&nbsp; At just that moment, she caught a glimpse of Gregg, stomping angrily through the crowd.&nbsp; She could tell by the expression on his face, in the frame of mind he was in...presented to him in that light he would most certainly reach that conclusion.<br><br>Hastily grabbing Calvin's arm to prevent him from leaving, she muttered.&nbsp; <strong>"Alright, alright.&nbsp; You win, I won't welch on the bet.&nbsp; One month.&nbsp; Now please, can get get out of here before Gregg comes over here?"</strong>&nbsp; She just wanted to get away before Gregg spotted the two of them together, knowing that it would only serve to make his attitude at this moment even worse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 22:38:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin glanced over at whatever Gretchen was looking at, seeing Gregg approach. <strong>"Fine, however I want you at my place tonight...also for this month? You don't have sexual relations of any sort with Gregg. I don't even want you giving him head, he gets nothing. Got it?"</strong> With that said, Calvin turned back around and headed back towards the stage. Smirking at Gregg for a second he said <strong>"Well, can't win them all champ."</strong> This was all too rich, a perfect day that was only going to improve that night.<br><br>The ideas were almost overwhelming, Calvin would get Gretchen to himself for an entire month. The amount of things he could do in that span of time? It was a once in a lifetime sort of thing, and he intended to make damn sure every night would be a new experience for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 19:15:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Fine, fine.&nbsp; Whatever.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now, please.&nbsp; Get lost,"</strong> she muttered, giving him a shove away as Gregg walked over.&nbsp; Scowling at Calvin as he walked away, she lit into Gregg furiously once he was out of earshot.&nbsp; Had Gregg not been furious himself at getting demoted to the second team so publicly just a few moments before, he might have noticed that her reaction was totally overblown considering it was not her that had just been publicly humiliated for all to see.&nbsp; &nbsp;But she was acutely feeling the frustration at been penned into the box by Calvin...and she was taking them full out on the closest target.<br><br>Blowing off the steam finally, Gretchen finally turned and left the silent football player to return to her dorm room.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once there, she changed out of her uniform into a prim, loose blouse and a flowing dress that swirled around her calves.&nbsp; &nbsp;Normally, she did not mind wearing more revealing outfits, but as the time where she would have to present herself at Calvin's room approached...the more and more the cold fear of what she was going to have to do began to set in her stomach.&nbsp; <br><br>As she approached his dorm room later that evening, she steeled herself.&nbsp; Surely, there had to be some way out of this predicament.&nbsp; There had to be some sort of arrangement they could come to settle the terms of their bet.&nbsp; Money was no object for her of course...and with the amount of influence she had at the school, she was sure she could pull some strings to get him any accommodations he desired.&nbsp; It was just a matter of finding the right button to push.&nbsp; With that thought in mind, she knocked on the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 23:06:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin had headed straight home after the event, taking care to enjoy an extra long shower. Upon wrapping it up, Calvin exited and set to work on making sure the apartment was spotless. Slipping on a pair of black boxers, he tapped his chin lightly deep in thought. <strong>"What else could I add to set the mood for...romance?"</strong> Going to his cabinet, a bottle of Merlot was pulled out and set on the coffee table. Making his way over to the stereo, Calvin flipped through his album collection trying to make a choice. <strong>"Hmmm...Earth, Wind &amp; Fire?...No too old school. What about Brian Mcknight? Eh, wait!"</strong> He clapped his hands together in triumph as he slipped in Sade's greatest hits, the album was perfect. Although he didn't plan on making love to Gretchen, he definitely wanted her to be heated.<br><br>To complete the effect, he headed to his bedroom and pulled out a red robe. Slipping it on as he tied the front, almost right on cue a soft knock could be heard at the door. Sighing deeply before a smile crossed over Calvin's features. Pacing to the door, he unlocked it and said <strong>"Well, hello there Gretchen...you look nice. Come on in, love."</strong> Stepping to the side to allow the spoiled princess entry, also so he could check out her backside upon her entrance.<br><br>Tonight was the beginning of something beautiful, and even if he never got to touch her again when the month was over? She'd never forget it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 15:52:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen took a step back as the door opened and Calvin stood there wearing on the red robe.&nbsp; &nbsp;She bit her lip as her hopes for cutting a deal sank deep into the pit of her stomach.&nbsp; This was most certainly not a man who was interested in coming to some sort of arrangement.&nbsp; No, he very obviously had one thing on his mind...sex with her.&nbsp; Still, she had no choice but to still try or submit to her fate as his slave for the next month.&nbsp; So with a swallow, she walked past him into the room.<br><br>She looked around the room, and made her way over to a small chair as far away from the bed as she possibly could make herself.&nbsp; Steeling herself and taking herself, she prepared to make her pitch.&nbsp; <strong>"So yeah.&nbsp; How much do you want to end this farce.&nbsp; You know good and well I don't want to be here...and if Katrina is any indication, you don't have any difficulties with finding other girls to suit your needs.&nbsp; So there much be some arrangement we can make.&nbsp; Don't you think?"</strong>&nbsp; She spoke rapidly...in a rush to get it all out on the table.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 17:17:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The look on Gretchen's face caused Calvin to smirk widely, before she quickly made her way in. Gretchen's next action wasn't unexpected, however it did still manage to annoy him. Tilting his head to the side slowly, he merely remained stone faced as she rambled out her little offer to him. With that, Calvin slowly tapped his finger against his chin as if he was engaged in deep thought. Looking upwards towards the ceiling he said <strong>"Hmmm...thanks for the offer, but I'd kind of prefer fucking you repeatedly for a month or so. I'm not really in need of money...now with that said, why don't you kindly make your way to that bed. On all fours with that cute butt facing me..."</strong> Every word was stated calmly however his eyes told a different story. One of pure wanton lust.<br><br><strong>"Oh...don't worry you won't be getting me inside you just yet, I kind of want to savor this glorious moment before we have our first time." </strong> Gretchen was going to learn, one way or another. She'd be a totally different woman by the time the month closed. <strong>"Oh, and I just want to remind you. Your boyfriend and you will not be intimate at all this month, for this month? I'm your boyfriend. Remember that....Darling."</strong> His finger lightly pointed near the large bed against the wall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 15:25:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen sank back deeper and deeper into her chair as each one of his words pierced to the heart of her stomach.&nbsp; &nbsp;She managed to lift her eyes to look on his face, and couldn't help but blanch at the look of pure, wanton lust that filled the large man's eyes.&nbsp; All hope she might have had of trying to bribe him died right then and there, as she realized that nothing short of hard fucking was going to satisfy him.&nbsp; It was either submit now, or have the tape of her drunken conversation made painfully public.<br><br>Slowly, she rose from her seat, and began to walk unsteadily over toward the waiting bed...her eyes growing wider with each step she took.&nbsp; Reaching the side, she reached down and slipped off her shoes before sliding her dress up to just above her knees and climbing on top of the covers.&nbsp; Kneeling on all fours, she flushed in shame as she turned to point her athletically toned rear toward the leering football player.&nbsp; Letting her dark hair fall down over her face to try and hide some of her embarrassment at her predicament, she whisper back to him.&nbsp; <strong>"And....what do you want me to tell him...if he wants to be...intimate?"</strong>she asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 21:19:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin watched as Gretchen reluctantly made her way towards the bed and followed his command. Feeling a stirring in the pit of his stomach once she fully displayed her bottom towards him. Perfect, glorious, amazing? None of those words could begin to describe the incredible ass that he was currently locking his eyes on. Licking his lips slowly, Calvin made his way over and muttered "Tell him you're punishing him for not getting the spot? Something bitchy like that..." <br><br>Afterwards Calvin slowly reached out and let his fingertips brush gently over one of Gretchen's firm cheeks, squeezing it gently as he gave it a playful smack. <strong>"Besides...after you've had my dick? His little twig just won't be able to do anything for you...speaking of...how big is he?"</strong> That bottom of Gretchen's looked simply delicious, and the tiny little sex her panties were hiding? He just had to see it for himself, and it was with that though that a finger hooked itself in the bottom of her panties and tugged them to the side. Exposing her womanhood fully to Calvin as he gasped gently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 15:17:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen started to shake slightly as she felt her dress being raised slowly to reveal first her trim thighs, and then her pantie clad rear.&nbsp; It took all her willpower not to jump up and run right then and there as she could almost feel Calvin's leering gaze as it moved over her exposed ass.&nbsp; She did in fact jump off the bed a bit when his strong fingers made their first light contact, then the more forceful contact of his hand slapping her nearly bare cheek.&nbsp; If that would have been the extent of her embarrassment, she would have considered herself lucky.&nbsp; But next she felt his finger begin to probe more intimately as it moved to the hem of her panties.&nbsp; She let out a moan of despair as she felt him tug aside the thin material, and expose her sex...the tip of the digit lightly brushing against her nether lips as it moved.&nbsp; She pressed her knees tightly together, trying to protect what little remained of her dwindling modesty.<br><br>She could barely focus to respond to his query.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"I'm......I'm not sure.&nbsp; &nbsp;About......7 or 8.....I think,"</strong> she replied.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 18:46:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Laughing gently Calvin said <strong>"Oh..you're in for a surprise then."</strong> Leaving it at that as he grasped the insides of her thighs and forced them back apart once more. Wanting a full look at her womanhood, Calvin eyeballed it greedily before he licked his lips. Lightly cupping his fingers, his hand slapped against her bare sex a few times before he said <strong>"You know? I think I could go for that promised blowjob right now, if it is good enough? You get pleasured, otherwise we go straight to the main event."</strong> <br><br>Resting his hands on Gretchen's hips, she was quickly turned around to face Calvin as he looked down at her. Standing at the side of the bed. Glancing down at his robe, he merely smiled and said "If you'd be so kind." Seeing her fear and apprehension were too sweet, she'd definitely got herself in over her head. Oh well, her loss was definitely Calvin's gain. Hers too if she'd let herself go.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 16:25:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen could only swallow hard at the ominous chuckle she received in response to the answer given about the size of Gregg's manhood.&nbsp; She could only ponder its meaning for a moment as she felt Calvin's strong fingers worming their way in between her tightly pressed thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp;Try as she might, she could not resist the resist the strength of his powerful hands, and she found her legs being parted once more.&nbsp; In payment for her attempted modesty, she nearly jumped off the bed with the fall of each of his blows against her unprotected, now completely exposed pussy.&nbsp; <br><br>She was gasping for breath from his teasing by the time she felt her hands on her hips, turning her her over onto her rear to face him.&nbsp; <strong>"Blowjob?"</strong> she puzzled.&nbsp; <strong>"I never promised any...."</strong> she attempted to respond.&nbsp; &nbsp;While doing so, she followed his eyes down his chest to the front of his robes.&nbsp; The size of the bulge she saw rising from the front of his crotch caused her eyes to open widely as he spelled out her options.&nbsp; She did not particularly want to have to place her mouth on his manhood at that particularly moment...but she knew he would just proceed to fucking her if she refused.&nbsp; &nbsp;To postpone the decision, she extended her trembling hand to the hem of his robe, and slowly began to pull it aside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 17:35:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen's tiny sex felt so delicate against his fingers each time they came across it. Calvin's head was spinning with desire and the excitement he felt at having control over the young woman in front of him. <strong>"The original terms were for a blowjob, you upped the stakes. So your mouth? I want you to put it to better usage than you have as of late."</strong> Calvin obviously relished every word as he was positively giddy now. <br><br>Watching her trembling hand open his robe, he breathed in slowly. Once the material was out of the way, Calvin's rock hard member sprung upwards facing the young woman directly. It bobbed ever so slightly in this rigid state, and he slowly reached out and placed a hand on the side of Gretchen's head. Gently brushing his fingers through her hair as he said <strong>"That's it. Now remember, this had better be amazing...or we know where it is going."</strong> The comment was definitely a light threat, Calvin knew Gretchen didn't want him inside of her. She was going to get it either way, all she could do was determine how hard it'd be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 15:20:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen shrank back to her rear on the bed as the hem of the robe parted and Calvin's manhood made its presence known.&nbsp; She couldn't help but let out a gasp as she took in its size and girth directly for the first time.&nbsp; She had been dating...and by extension having sex with...football players since she was in high school.&nbsp; All of them had been large men, and reasonably well endowed as well.&nbsp; But this cock dwarfed them all easily.&nbsp; &nbsp;She shuddered to think how uncomfortable it would be of her if he decided to take her by force right then.&nbsp; Sighing, she made a decision to play along with him for the moment.&nbsp; Hopefully, he would be satisfied with the blowjob and nothing else would be required of her.<br><br>Raising back up on her knees, she began to move closer to him again...her cheeks bright red in embarrassment as he continue to taunt her.&nbsp; Licking her lips once to wet them, she lowered her head toward his crotch, her warm breath beginning to flow over his member.&nbsp; &nbsp;Closing her eyes, she lowered her head the finally few inches toward him...parting her lips as they made contact with the tip of his dick for the first time.&nbsp; With one last sob, she closed her mouth around him...beginning to sexually service him for the first time...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 16:30:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin chuckled to himself lightly when he heard Gretchen gasp upon seeing his manhood. Grasping it by the base, he waved it temptingly at her while delighting upon the look of reluctance and shock on her face. As the young woman moved inwards, he gently encouraged her <strong>"That's it....it'll be ok, babe."</strong> A soft sigh escaped his lips when he felt her breath against his fat mushroom shaped head. <br><br>A soft groan resonated from his chest when those tiny soft lips of hers finally closed around his tip. Calvin's free hand moved to rest on Gretchen's head as he glanced downwards and watched her take in his large member, the shame she felt was clear as day and sent a little surge of excitement through his body. <strong>"You'd better get real used to this dick Gretchen...for a month? Any pleasure you want, is going to come from it."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 15:21:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing her eyes tightly against the sight of the massive male member filling her vision, Gretchen closed her lips around the end of his shaft just below the head.&nbsp; She tried to imagine she was somewhere else...anywhere else with Gregg than here with this virtual stranger who before yesterday she didn't even know existed.&nbsp; &nbsp;But the size of the cockhead resting at the entrance of her mouth made it next to impossible to imagine she was with anyone but Calvin.&nbsp; <br><br>The pressure of his hand upon the back of her head prodded her to continue forward with her humiliation.&nbsp; Keeping her lips pressed tightly around his shaft, she slowly continued to move her head forward, taking more and more of his dick inside her mouth.&nbsp; As she took more and more of it inside, she could help but gasp.&nbsp; Her orifice was near to full already, and a good half of his cock was still not enclosed by the warm moisture of her mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp;Reluctantly, she took even more in between her lips until she was near to gagging...her tongue pressed to the base of the member and rubbing against it as it was pinned to the bottom of her mouth.&nbsp; She couldn't help but take a moment to get use to the sensation of her mouth being filled to completion like it was at that moment...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 18:19:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To Calvin's delight, Gretchen was slowly but surely taking in his member. This had surprised him, he hadn't expected the cheerleader to attempt to deepthroat him so soon into the courtship. The hand on the back of her head rested there as he grunted, obviously enjoying what she was doing to him. <strong>"You know...this is a much better use for your mouth as opposed to all that shit you talk usually, huh Gretchen?"</strong> It was pretty much impossible not to gloat, here the pride and the joy of the school was. With his rather large cock shoved down her mouth and hitting her throat. He had to rub it in.<br><br>Thinking for a moment, Calvin's light bulb in his head went off. <strong>"While you're sitting there doing that? I want you to reach down and touch yourself too. No reason, I should be the only one enjoying theirself."</strong> He found it surprising that the beautiful young woman seemed to have a submissive streak to her, he hadn't had to coax her near as much as he originally believed he did. He wondered if this had extended to her other relationships as well. Groaning faintly, Calvin's head tilted backwards for a second as her tongue ran along his shaft. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 14:37:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen's face continued to glow red, but now a bit of anger tinged her cheeks as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;She looked up at Calvin angrily now, his continued gloating beginning to get under her skin once more.&nbsp; The effect of her glare, however, was completely negated by the fact that she was on her knees at his feet, his large cock buried between her lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;She attempted to pull back off him to retort, but the pressure of his hand on the back of her head kept her from withdrawing fully, and the head of the dick remained within her lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a small sigh against his massive member, she lowered her head and went back down on him once more...this time a bit harder, letting her simmering anger fuel her blowjob.&nbsp; She let her teeth graze lightly along his shaft as he took him in, letting her displeasure show.<br><br>Just when she thought he couldn't humiliate her any further, she was shocked by his command that she begin to touch herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;She raised her hand shakily, and slowly slid it up from her knee along the top of her thigh.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just before it reached the v of her legs however, she slid it around to rest behind her back.&nbsp; While she had committed herself to fulfilling the terms of their agreement, she was not quite going to make it completely easy for him.&nbsp; &nbsp;At least not yet.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 16:53:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The glare she was giving him caused Calvin to chuckle lightly, she didn't exactly look too intimidating with his dick in her mouth. He felt her try to pull back, and gently reminded her that his hand was on the back of her head and that wasn't going to happen. Slowly pushing forward, he was taken by surprise when her mouth slid back down. <strong>"Ah, no teeth. Teeth on my dick? They tend to piss me off."</strong> He said firmly as he looked down at her. <br><br>He was going to have to do something about Gretchen being so disobedient, and he felt a tiny tinge of anger when she slid her hand behind her back. In response he pushed his hips forward a bit hard and said <strong>"I don't believe that is your pussy Gretchen, don't fuck with me."</strong> His tone had a sense of warning to it as he pumped slowly into her mouth.<br><br>Pushing lightly against her cheek, the tip of his cock ballooned it out as he held it there for a moment. <strong>"All that attitude is going to get you? Is a nice hard fucking...do you really want to be pounded by this?"</strong> He pointed down dangerously at the cock in her mouth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 22:52:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen was caught by surprise when the hand on the back of her head increased its pressure, and a sudden thrust of his hips forced the huge cock fully into her mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her brown eyes began to bulge out of her eyes as she felt the large head pressing its way deeply into her throat, making it extremely difficult for her to breathe.&nbsp; &nbsp;She reached up and beat weakly and futilely on the side of his hips, but the football player was just way too strong and she was forced to kneel there with his cock buried deeply in her mouth.&nbsp; Thankfully, Calvin only held her in that compromising position for a moment before he release the pressure on her.&nbsp; &nbsp;He didn't quite completely withdrawn, but continue to keep his member inside her lips, push outward on her cheek.&nbsp; &nbsp;A flow of tears beginning to leak from her eyes, she decided to capitulate to his will for the time being.<br><br>Sliding her knees apart on the floor as he continued to pump his cock slowly into her mouth, she slid he hand down to her thighs once more...this time sliding her fingers up the insides of leg.&nbsp; None of her previous boyfriends had ever required her to masturbate for them before, and now she was being made to do so for this virtual stranger.&nbsp; &nbsp;She felt slutty, used, and completely humiliated as her fingers made their first contact with her sex through the thin material of her panties.&nbsp; Slowly, she began to touch herself as she proceeded to suck off the gloating football star.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 08:57:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Groaning all the while, Calvin continued to watch his length push in and out of her mouth. She didn't seem to be a fan of deepthroating and her feeble attempt at resistance only caused a stronger flutter of excitement inside of him. Resting both hands on Gretchen's head, the head inside of her mouth pushed a bit harder against her cheek before he pulled back and allowed the young woman a moment to breathe.<br><br>Some of Gretchen's spit dripped lightly off of Calvin's throbbing cock as he stroked it slowly right in front of her. Tapping it lightly against her lips, it was guided back into her mouth so she could continue with the blowjob. A few grunts could be heard as he glanced downwards. This sight was surely a welcome one. Gretchen was there and reluctantly touching at her tiny slit through her panties. She looked positively sexy on her knees, and her body language was one of shame.<br><br>Shame at the humiliation, and the abuse she was currently experiencing. Thinking for a moment, Calvin gently whispered <strong>"Hmm...I think I could go for some pussy right now."</strong> Offering her a little incentive so she'd hopefully step up her efforts and really work on his member.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 16:59:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Taking her brief moment to breathe gratefully, Gretchen could only shiver at his whispered goading.&nbsp; She had no idea whether he would carry through with his threat or not...but she had to admit that he was more than capable.&nbsp; &nbsp;As such, she reached up with her free hand and wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft.&nbsp; Giving him a gentle squeeze, she lowered her head onto his member once more, letting her lips wrap tightly around it length as it penetrates her lips once more.&nbsp; She begins to increase the pace of her blowjob, letting her tongue twine around the cock each time it passed roughly into her mouth.&nbsp; She fucked him with her mouth in earnest now, hoping to distract him enough so that he would be satisfied enough not to require her to do so with other parts of her body.<br><br>As she continued to suck him, her fingers began to unconsciously press harder against her own sex.&nbsp; They slide upwards, and inside the hem of her panties...before moving back down through her trimmed pubic hair to her nether lips.&nbsp; With a sigh against his cock, the tips of her fingers slip shallowly within her rapidly moistening pussy...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 17:11:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin closed his eyes and groaned in response to her lips closing around his member once more, as well as her hand joining the party. Sucking sounds could be heard in the room as he reached down and wiped some spit off of the corner of Gretchen's lip. The young woman looked positively earnest as her head bobbed in his lap earnestly and he sighed and whispered <strong>"Much better...from now on this is how you suck me."</strong> The sight of her taking in his big dick caused butterflies to flutter in the pit of his stomach as he tilted her head back very slightly while she worked over him and said <strong>"Let me see your eyes."</strong><br><br>Calvin sniffed the air slightly, wondering to himself if he smelled what he thought he did. For a second, the scent of hot pussy had caught his attention and he merely smiled as her hand worked deliberately inside of her panties. <strong>"You have no idea how sexy you look right now, Gretchen..."</strong> He whispered as he kept his hips still now to allow her to work unhampered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 14:52:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As she felt his hand under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him...Gretchen tried to put as much venom in her expression as she could possibly imagine.&nbsp; But any effect her glare might have had was completely lost by the large, dark cock sliding in and out of her lips as she went down on him.&nbsp; She continued to increase the speed of her cocksucking as she stared up at him, squeezing the his base tightly each time the member disappeared within her mouth.&nbsp; Despite knowing what it would mean for her, she desperately began to wish he would hurry up and reach his orgasm.&nbsp; Her jaws where beginning to ache from the repeated pressure of taking the large penis into her mouth...and she wanted her vulgar humiliation to end.&nbsp; As a result, she continued to go down on him hard, blowing him almost savagely now.<br><br>Obeying his command to pleasure herself was not making things easier for her, either.&nbsp; While she was still very much in control of her body, the feeling of her fingers pressed against her nether lips was making her decidedly uncomfortable.&nbsp; And the natural reaction was to continue to grow wetter from the continued stroking.&nbsp; But worst of all was that it was impossible to avoid brushing against her clit in the enclosed space of her panties...each time she accidentally touched it, as shock fired through her stomach.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 15:30:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Chuckling lightly at the expression in her eyes, Calvin sighed out loudly as she came down on his cock hungrily. Looking upwards at him as his cock went in and out of her mouth like clockwork. The hand on the back of her head slowly pushed it downwards so that his large length was pushing deeply into her mouth, he held the young woman there for a second with his cockhead pushing dangerously towards her throat as he whispered <strong>"Mmm you must really not want to get your pussy fucked....but...."</strong> His cock was quickly retracted from her mouth, and he looked down at his spit covered member. <strong>"I want your panties off, now."</strong><br><br>So he was a liar, Calvin was cool with that. He wanted to feel her tight snatch wrapped around his member, and since she was his slave? She got very little say in the matter as he stroked it very slowly with a grin and leaned down placing a gentle kiss on her lips as he whispered <strong>"You were good, so I will be gentle with you."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 21:43:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen felt the pressure of the hand cradling the back of her head increase once more, as Calvin pushed his large member deeply withing her mouth.&nbsp; She braced herself...sure that this was the moment that he was about to shoot his load of semen down her vulnerable throat.&nbsp; But she was completely shocked when suddenly he pulled back, and withdrew his cock from her mouth.&nbsp; She gasped for air, grateful that she was not obstructed by the monster for what seemed like hours.<br><br>Upon hearing his next command, she rose unsteadily to her feet.&nbsp; She didn't quite put 2 and 2 together just yet...assuming that this was just another of his gambits to humiliate her.&nbsp; She reached up under her dress, and hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her underwear, began to slide them down over her thighs.&nbsp; She was about to unleash a vicious retort about why he wanted her panties, when she heard his next, whispered comment.&nbsp; She froze, panties still at her knees, and looked up at him...the horror of dawning comprehension washing over her face.&nbsp; This was his intention all along.&nbsp; <strong>But....but.....you PROMISED!&nbsp; You.....fucking LIAR!!!</strong> she screamed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 03:05:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilting his head to the side, Calvin merely smirked and responded with <strong>"Actually I never promised anything, I said I wouldn't. There was no promise there, and I want some pussy. So get to it already."</strong> A smile came over his face as her little slit was now visible, she looked positively adorable there fuming with her panties down around her knees. Calvin couldn't help but laugh gently at this.<br><br>Moving over towards her, he gently nudged her back onto the bed behind her before looping his fingers in the sides of her underwear and quickly they were pulled from her legs. His cock throbbed angrily at the sight of its next destination. Calvin perked up an eyebrow lightly and said <strong>"Well Gretchen...that there is one cute little pussy you've been hiding from me. Open it up so I can get a better look."</strong> Her anger meant absolutely nothing to him, this wasn't about Gretchen. It was solely about his enjoyment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 15:14:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen sat there spluttering and fuming as Calvin pulled her panties off the rest of the way and tossed them aside.&nbsp; Finally, her anger served to put a little steel back into her spine and stiffen her resolve once more.&nbsp; &nbsp;She put her hand on the football players chest, and pushed him back from her...though she was unable to move his large bulk much.&nbsp; Adjusting her skirt to cover herself completely, she began to yell, <strong>"That's IT!!&nbsp; The bets off.&nbsp; I obviously can't trust you any futher than I can throw you.&nbsp; So we are DONE. "</strong>&nbsp; She began to try to sidle past him and make her way to the door.&nbsp; Facing him once more, she continued, <strong>"And I don't care about that damn audio tape of yours.&nbsp; I'm going to Gregg RIGHT NOW and explain everything...that I was drunk...that I trusted him...."</strong> She took a deep breath.&nbsp; <strong>"He'll just have to understand.&nbsp; &nbsp;And if he doesn't......well anything HAS to be better than staying here and dealing with YOU!!"</strong> she spit out, her chest heaving with her returning anger.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 17:46:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin was genuinely surprised when Gretchen shoved him. He merely leaned back slightly and watched her pull up her skirt. Rolling his eyes as she ranted, Calvin merely grabbed her wrist and flung her towards the bed. Crossing his arms over his chest. <strong>"Yeah that isn't how this works, whether you like it or not? You are getting fucked. That is all there is to it...now you can make a choice Gretchen. Give it to me willingly...or I can just you know...use force."</strong> Shrugging lightly as he smirked and looked down at his physique for emphasis. He was much larger than she was, much stronger and a hell of a lot faster. Calvin leaned in and said <strong>"I mean really...can you stop me? I mean honestly what could you do to convince me not to take what I want?...And I am starting to get sick of that temper of yours. That is the first thing that needs to go."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 14:58:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen turn to head to the door and leave when she felt an iron grip enclose around her wrist.&nbsp; With a minimal amount of effort, she found herself being jerked back into the room, and throw toward the bed.&nbsp; She stumbled, off balance...hitting it with the back of her thighs and tumbling down onto the sheets on her rear.&nbsp; In the process of falling, her dress rode up high...obscenely exposing her thighs and naked sex between her splayed knees.&nbsp; &nbsp;Flustered, she hastily clamped her legs shut and pulled down her dress to cover herself.<br><br>When she finally looked up, she found the massive running back looming over her, ominously.&nbsp; &nbsp;For the first time, she began to feel fear that he really would take her by force as he was overtly threatening to do.&nbsp; Even though she was a rather athletic woman, she knew that there was no way she would be able to resist his advances for very long at all.&nbsp; Swallowing deeply, she steeled herself to call what she hoped was his bluff.&nbsp; <strong>"You wouldn't dare...."</strong> she whispered, unable to keep all the fear out of her voice.&nbsp; <strong>"I would have every kind of authority all over you in a heartbeat if you tried to rape me.&nbsp; &nbsp;Your career....your LIFE would be over.&nbsp; My father would see to that personally."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 17:16:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tilting his head to the side, he merely looked down at her amusedly. The sight of Gretchen's exposed sex sent a surge of energy through Calvin's body. Listening to her for a moment he said <strong>"Well, I do have audio of you basically saying you'll be my slave. I think that'd make forced entry harder to prove..."</strong> Slowly Calvin made his way towards the bed and grabbed Gretchen's calves and thrusted her legs apart so that they were spread as he looked down into her eyes.<br><br><strong>"I don't have to rape you though, you agreed to a month of sex. You knew this was coming, so quit bullshiting around and honor our agreement. Either way, I'm going to fuck you. That is all there is to it."</strong> Slowly one of Calvin's large hands slid between the scared young woman's legs, and his fingertips brushed over her tiny slit for a moment. Providing stimulation before his entire hand joined the party and rubbed over her sex in a light scooping motion.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 15:22:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen crept back along the top of the bed as Calvin slowly approached where she sat on the covers.&nbsp; She continued to inch away from him until her back thumped up against the bed's headboard, and she had no further room to retreat.&nbsp; Her eyes were continually drawn to the large, bobbing cock that poked its way from between his robes as he loomed over her.&nbsp; She squealed, and tried to keep her knees pressed together as he grabbed her by her legs and attempted to spread her, to no avail.&nbsp; Relentlessly, her thighs were parted, forcing her dress to rise up and expose her naked pussy to the hulking football player.<br><br>As he grumbled at her, she knew in her gut that he was right.&nbsp; That tape would make proving anything extremely difficult on her part.&nbsp; She also realized that as wrapped around his little finger Katrina had appeared to be at the party the previous evening, she had not doubts that she would vouch for Calvin in a heartbeat...particularly after the way she had been blackballed from the cheerleading squad.&nbsp; And her name notwithstanding, as football crazy as the campus was, they would be loathe to believe their new star player would be capable of such an act.&nbsp; Still, she was not quite ready to submit just yet, and she looked up at him with the last bit of defiance she could muster.&nbsp; <strong>"You can take me if you want to.&nbsp; You know it....I know it.....there's no way I can stop you.&nbsp; But if you EVERY expect me to give in willingly, you have another thing......."</strong>&nbsp; Her protestations were cut off with a grunt as his meaty hand made contact with her exposed sex.&nbsp; She bit her lip, not trusting herself to speak any futher as his fingers began to part her nether lips and worm their way inside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 18:45:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin listened to Gretchen's protest half-heartedly before his fingers were running over her tiny snatch. Using two fingers to spread the tiny pink lips apart, his middle finger was forced with some effort into Gretchen's tiny entrance. Moving past her barriers and slipping directly into her channel. A smile overcame Calvin's face as he got to see firsthand just how tight the cheerleader was. Perking up an eyebrow he said <strong>"I want you to have this same frame of mind after I fuck you, I bet you won't."</strong> He was utterly confident in his abilities as a lover, there was no question to his prowess and Gretchen would be able to see that firsthand soon enough.<br><br>Twisting his finger around lightly, he looked down at her face as she bit down on her lip. All the while his index and ring fingers were lightly strumming over her juicy lips. Stimulating them as his finger started to slide gently along her upper walls. Applying pressure as it was clamped down upon and Calvin smiled some <strong>"For someone who is so unwilling, you're pretty juiced up here I'd say, lover."</strong> His eyes drilled into hers as if he was daring the cheerleader to deny the statement. All the while his free hand moved upwards to her jawline, lightly cradling it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 15:45:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen continue to try to squirm away from the football player...but she was thoroughly pinned against the headboard by the hand pressed firmly against her sex.&nbsp; She couldn't stifle a gasp as Calvin's strong fingers forcibly spread her labia...and one of his long fingers wormed its way up inside her.&nbsp; <strong>"You....are still.....an asshole...."</strong> she breathed as he mercilessly pressed his digit deeper and deeper into her pussy, her inner muscles involuntarily squeezing against him as he pushed.&nbsp; <br><br>She knew he was only trying to provoke her with his taunting comments, but she couldn't help but blush as he continued to tease her about her arousal.&nbsp; She tried to close her thighs against his probing assault, but he was already well inside....and her squeezing only served to press his hand tighter against her sex.&nbsp; &nbsp;She glared up at him with all the venom she could muster as he forced her chin up to meet his mocking laughter....her chest rising and falling with the exertion as he continued to finger fuck her cunt mercilessly, her body beginning to involuntarily respond.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 16:48:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Obviously."</strong> He responded, as his finger pumped in and out of Gretchen's snatch like there as no tomorrow. The digit twisted lightly and he smiled when he found a soft spongy bit of tissue, poking at it delightedly. Using his free hand, he grabbed one of Gretchen's wrists and placed her hand near his massive member. While his finger drilled into her, his thumb would move upwards and start to apply pressure against the cheerleader's clit. <br><br>The resistance she tried to offer was laughable, all it was doing? Was making his task that much easier as she trapped his hand against her sex. After the hand that moved her wrist accomplished that, it ran over the woman's waist slowly. <strong>"Come on lover, let yourself go. You're pretty fucking soaked here."</strong> He was having the time of his life currently, delighting in the humiliation and pleasure Gretchen was currently experiencing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 16:13:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen was about to respond to his snide comment when his thumb managed to find her exposed clitoris.&nbsp; So instead of a smart retort, a moan of pleasure was all that managed to escape her lips.&nbsp; Very much against her will, her body was beginning to become aroused by Calvin's probing fingers.&nbsp; Her hips were lifted up off the bed as the intruding digit worked its way into the depths of her pussy.&nbsp; She reached down with her free hand and tried to pry the football player's hand away from her sex, but his iron grip was far to strong and he continued to penetrate her at will.<br><br>So focused on the hand between her legs, she barely noticed that he moved her hand near his member once more.&nbsp; As she continued to get fucked by his fingers, her hand unconsciously wrapped itself around the cock and began to squeeze tightly with every thrust of the hand.&nbsp; Gasping for breath, she began to beg.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh god......please....stop....."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 16:17:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin grinned when he felt Gretchen's tiny hand squeezing at his shaft as he finger fucked her savagely. His finger was pistoning in and out of her tight snatch as his thumb was rolling in gentle circles around her bundle of nerves. <strong>"How about I don't?"</strong> He simply said as his fingers moved expertly at her sex, all working towards the objective of forcing the beautiful young woman to climax against her will.<br><br>Leaning over he whispered into her ears <strong>"So you're telling me...a big ass dick like this, and you're not at all curious?"</strong> Dragging the tip of his tongue over her earlobe as with a little bit of effort, a second digit was forced into Gretchen's moist hole. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>01-05-2010, 15:48:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				All of Gretchen's efforts to dislodge the rock hard arm attacking her sex were for naught, as she failed to move Calvin's hand so much as an inch.&nbsp; She was forced to concede a small measure of defeat as he was able to force a second finger between her lips...spreading her legs wide to him as he continued to fuck her with his fingers.&nbsp; &nbsp;With her thighs closed, his two fingers filled her cunt much too tightly for comfort...even more fully than some of the guys she had actually taken inside her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She shuddered to think that soon, something even more massive would be entering her....<br><br>She lay back against the headboard, gasping for air now as her body betrayed her totally.&nbsp; Her hair and blouse became damp with sweat at her forced exertions...her breasts rising and falling rapidly beneath the wet fabric.&nbsp; Her ability to protest now was weak in her aroused state, and all she managed to get out was a indistinct <strong>"Please...."</strong> as the assault on her sex proceeded unabated.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 20:13:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"I don't remember telling you to stop with the audience participation."</strong> He whispered heatedly as his fingers roughly pumped into her dripping cunt. They were held rigid and slipping in and out rather quickly, though the speed was somewhat effected by Gretchen's tightness. Her walls were gripping desperately around the digits inside of him and he was glad he had the strength that he did.<br><br>Leaning down slowly, Calvin's lips moved firmly along the side of Gretchen's neck. Kissing and nipping liberally at her soft skin as he was determined to get her off. She didn't have a choice in the matter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 15:22:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen squeezed tightly around his dick as her body tensed against Calvin's continued fucking of her sex.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes rolled back into her head and her hips rose off the bed as he continued to penetrate her defenseless pussy with his meaty digits relentlessly.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Nooooooooo,"</strong> she began to moan, helpless to stop his assault.<br><br>Deep inside, she was horrified as she felt her body responding unconsciously to his probing.&nbsp; She bit her lip and turned her head away from him as in the pit of her stomach she felt her arousal growing and approaching a critical mass.&nbsp; &nbsp;She moaned loudly and dejectedly, unable to stop her slide down the slippery slope toward her orgasm....her vagina gripping tightly around the penetrating fingers are her body began to spasm in its throes....
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 16:30:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling Gretchen's muscles contract tightly around his fingers that were pumping deeply into her cunt, Calvin nipped lightly at the pulse he felt on her neck. Determined to send her over the edge as her hand held onto his dick for dear life. He was eager to insert other parts of his anatomy into the juicy pussy he was currently shoving his fingers into. <br><br>However with the self control of a monk, Calvin twisted his fingers wickedly inside of Gretchen's body and lightly started to pull her hips further down to his thrusting hand. <strong>"Come on, cum for me Gretch."</strong> He whispered seductively into her ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 16:17:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen desperately wanted a moment to compose herself, but Calvin's relentless digits inside her refused to give her a single second to breathe.&nbsp; With one hand she tightly pulled on the sheets that rested under her naked ass...with the other, she still grasps his waiting cock as if it were a lifeline, not truly comprehending what she was doing.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong>"Oh...god...."</strong> she moaned.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Please....don't....make me.... cum...."</strong>&nbsp; She pleaded with the football player with the last of her strength...but the fingers still thrust deeply into her pussy, her hips bucking with each penetration.&nbsp; Finally, she could resist no longer, and her entire body began to shake in the violent throes of an orgasm brought about by the man she despised more than any other in the world.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 18:52:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin licked his lips as Gretchen writhed underneath him and moaned out, her pleas fell on deaf ears as he twisted his fingers into wide corkscrew motions and continued to plunge inside of her cunt. Once she started to shake and buck he whispered heatedly <strong>"That's it baby, cum for daddy!"</strong> Letting her ride out the climax on his fingers.<br><br>A moment later as she was still bucking, his cock was pulled away from her grasp, and as she was shaking, his movements shifted and his cockhead was placed directly at her entrance before Calvin forced it in with some effort, sinking his tip deep into her clamping channel. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 14:58:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gasping for air, Gretchen collapsed back on the bed as the tidal wave of her orgasm finally began to subside.&nbsp; Closing her eyes to try and stop the swimming sensation clouding her thinking, she was only dimly aware that the item she had been grasping in her hand was pulled from her grip.&nbsp; &nbsp;She simply lay there on the bed, her breasts rising and falling rapidly...her legs still splayed obscenely, as she tried to compose herself in brief moment of respite she had.<br><br>As she lay there, she dimly became aware of a large presence hovering over.&nbsp; Tentatively, she opened her eyes to the painful light.&nbsp; As her vision cleared, she saw the hulking form of the football player crouching between her legs.&nbsp; At that very instant, she felt another insistent pressure forming at the entrance of her pussy.&nbsp; Looking down, she was horrified to find Calvin's massive cock poised to penetrate her sex.&nbsp; &nbsp;Weakly, she beat as his chest as he hovered over her prone body, <strong>"No.......don't...."</strong> she whispered.&nbsp; But it was too late, and she cried out as she felt his large head push its way forcefully inside her cunt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 22:33:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It amused Calvin how Gretchen seemed to be in a daze before slowly looking up at him, her hands started to hit against his chest but to no avail as his cockhead was already shoved into her sex at this time, when she cried out he grunted deeply as her walls instantly converged on his head. Trapping it tightly, while one of his large hands went to her hips. He started to sink downwards to allow more of his helmet to penetrate her until it was completely engulfed in her velvety folds. <br><br>Calvin licked his lips slowly and whispered <strong>"Mmm, now this what I'm talking about Gretchen. I want you to move those hips underneath me."</strong> Leaning in slowly to place a kiss against her lips as he asserted his dominance getting used to her tightness for a moment as he lightly dipped a few inches in and started to wade the waters so to speak. Letting it slip in and out as his hips moved in circles. The hand on her hip pinned her directly into the bed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 00:25:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen began to squirm on the bed as more and more of the giant cock slipped inside her defenseless sex...aided by the abundant moisture her recent orgasm had generated.&nbsp; She felt as though she was on the verge of hyperventilating from the sensation of being split wide open by a white hot spear whose tip was firmly in the depths of her stomach and pushing deeper.&nbsp; Just when she thought she could take no more, a strong push from his muscular hips forced even more of the penis inside her....til its full length was buried inside her cunt.&nbsp; <br><br>She opened her mouth to try and protest once more...but at that moment, the jock above her chose to begin grinding his hips against her crotch.&nbsp; The result was all that emanated from her lips was a low, guttural moan.&nbsp; &nbsp;At that moment...as his body pressed her down into the bed and his lips hungrily pressed against her own, Gretchen knew she was good and truly going to get fucked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 18:38:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin pulled his lips back and started to thrust in and out of Gretchen with long slow strokes. Fully filling her tiny hole as a few inches still were waiting to be buried inside of her, hearing her low growl a savage smile crossed over his face. The athlete grasped Gretchen's hips tightly and started to grind her hips against hers as he delivered strokes inside of her with consistent motions. Lifting her lower body up, as her upper half remained firmly fixed on the bed. <br><br>Whispering in a soft growl Calvin stated <strong>"Move your ass along my hips Gretchen...and I want to feel you squeeze that cock."</strong> Every word was somewhat labored as he was blatantly overcome with enjoyment for this whole affair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>12-05-2010, 15:02:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen panted with labored breath with each powerful thrust of the black football player's large cock into her sex.&nbsp; Still sensitive from cumming, each deep penetration was agonizing to her....but not without a distinct undercurrent of pleasure as well.&nbsp; Her consciousness began to retreat once more into the depths of her mind....the sexual beast beginning to take over once more as she was taken.<br><br>Her legs splayed open widely now as he effortlessly lifted her hips off the bed, allowing him to drive deeply into her pussy with ease.&nbsp; She turned her head, unable to respond to his lustful goading...taking a pillow between her teeth and biting down hard.&nbsp; Unconsciously, though....her hips began to move of their own will, pushing up to meet his each thrust inside her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 06:07:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin's thick cock thrusted in and out of her tight channel repeatedly, making its way in with long hard strokes. Gretchen's tiny hole felt absolutely wonderful around Calvin's rigid member. Those strong hands held onto her hips tightly as he forced their bodies together despite her natural resistances attempting to deny him further entry as he used her body for his pleasure. Seemingly indifferent to whether she was in pain or not, his heavy balls started to smack loudly against her bottom with each thrust now.<br><br>The movements Gretchen's hips were engaged in didn't go unnoticed as they pushed up to meet him thrust for thrust. The faint sticking sounds coming from their bodies could be heard more clearly now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 00:37:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Regardless of whether she wanted it or not, Gretchen was simply along for the ride now.&nbsp; Through vision hazed by both pain and pleasure, she looked up at the large, dark man that loomed above her, and saw on his face an expression completely given over to lust.&nbsp; All she could do at this point, was grip to the sheets of the bed that she was pressed down against, and try to get her body to relax and accept the hard fucking the football player was intent on giving her.<br><br>She felt like she was being driven through the bed by each one of Calvin's powerful thrust against her.&nbsp; She thought she had been filled by some of the boys she had dated before, including and especially Gregg.&nbsp; &nbsp;But now she felt like she was being penetrated to the depths of her very soul...each pistonlike stroke of his cock within her seemed to touch some previously unviolated part of her sex.&nbsp; It was all she could do to maintain her tenuous grasp on her sanity in the face of the relentless assault.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 16:28:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bed was rocking with each thrust as Calvin was grunting deeply with each pump, burying himself inside of Gretchen's snatch forcibly. He could see her reactions clearly. She was gripping onto the sheets and seemed to be either in excruciating pain or an almost blisslike pleasure. Either way, he placed his hands firmly on the sides of her head on the bed. Pushing down into it some as he savagely thrusted downward into her. His large cock was violating her completely, forcing Gretchen to feel whatever he wanted to. Calvin claimed the beautiful cheerleader for his own and was consumed with delight as her tiny hole gripped desperately around him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>15-05-2010, 19:20:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen flinched as the two muscular arms thumped down on either side of her face, fearful for a brief moment that they would come down on her head and crush her into suffocation.&nbsp; The relief that she was going to be spared that fate was quickly banished by the grim reality that with his new found leverage, he was now able to pound into her sex even harder than before.&nbsp; Her only option was to meekly relax her body and spread her legs to their maximum extent...allowing him full access to her pussy.&nbsp; To do otherwise only made her uncomfortable situation even more painful.<br><br>In the clouded depths of her mind, the seed of a new horror began to grow.&nbsp; She could tell from the intense expression seizing the face of the dark football player above her, that his release was imminently approaching.&nbsp; She began to shake...fearing what what she knew was coming and could not stop.&nbsp; <strong>"Don't cum in me, please,"</strong> she tried to beg...but her voice was little more than unintelligible moans at this point.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>17-05-2010, 01:41:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin ignored Gretchen's plea, although it did register and he thrusted deeply to the hilt inside of her repeatedly. Watching his large length seek completely in her body as he speared her on his rigid length. Speaking in a soft growl, he said <strong>"Roll your hips, Gretchen...I'm not going to finish until you cum."</strong> His cock was positively throbbing inside of her narrow passage. Every withdrawal only lead to a hard thrust as he fucked the beautiful young cheerleader deeply. The bed was creaking very lightly with the force of his thrusts before his hips started to roll into much more full circles.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 16:05:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unable to respond to his urgings, Gretchen turned her head to look away.&nbsp; There was no way she would be able to comply with his demands.&nbsp; While there was a definite undertone of pleasure to his hard thrusts, he was just too big for her...and the pain of being penetrated so fully and completely was not going to allow him to orgasm again so soon.&nbsp; But she tried to do as he wished, as hard as it was with his large bulk pressing her down against the shaking bed.&nbsp; With each of his thrust, she pressed her hips up to meet him coming down...desperately wanting this to end as soon as possible.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 04:56:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gretchen tried to comply now it seemed and she'd gently move her hips up to meet his, although she was definitely limited in what she could do as he had his way with her. His thick cock was stretching her snatch out widely around its girth as Calvin's head leaned down for a moment and the young man seemed lost in pleasure as his hips moved from side to side and he grasped her jaw, forcing her to look upwards at him. <strong>"I won't finish until you cum, Gretchen."</strong> he said plainly as his lips shoved to hers roughly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hollin</strong> on <strong>20-05-2010, 21:02:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				At this point in her ordeal, Gretchen was helpless to stop Calvin as she turned her face back to look up at his and then plant a rough kiss on to her lips.&nbsp; She continued to try and do what she could to accommodate the large man as he continued to fuck her hard...opening her legs as wide as she possibly could to allow him to freely enter her time and again.&nbsp; Hearing his growled command, she began to moan softly and pant breathlessly...not really feeling any true arousal but trying to give the football player the impression that she was indeed experiencing an orgasm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Bad Bet (Hollin and Darkcide)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>21-05-2010, 07:19:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Calvin rolled his eyes, Gretchen was definitely not into this currently. Though he couldn't blame her, he was admittedly forcing himself on her. But he was committed to winning this little contest. With a fierce determination in his eyes, Calvin's thumb pressed down to Gretchen's clit and he furiously started to apply pressure to it. Running the tip of the digit over her bundle of nerves as he stroked into her slowly.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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