Fat Teen Crush -- by lightswitch © March 2008 [F/F, nonconsensual/reluctant/seduced, white female(s), black female(s), interracial, romance] =========== Synopsis: A fat high schooler develops a "crush" on a pretty brunette classmate. =========== Colleen sat on the old wooden bench, brushing a strand of sienna-colored hair from her eyes as she munched an apple and listened to her friend’s tirade. “It’s not *fair*!” Ashley protested loudly, her long blonde ponytail lashing about as she threw her head back. “My folks wait until I’m in my senior year and *then* tell me that they expect me to pay ten whole percent of my college expenses?!?” The beautiful blonde girl stomped her foot, in anger. “Does this body look as if it were made for manual labor?!?” Colleen regarded her friend. “Nope,” she admitted, taking in the beautiful blonde’s slender figure. Ashley stood about 5’7” tall … a few inches taller than Colleen … and was absolutely gorgeous. Everything about the attractive cheerleader said “Princess.” “You were made for the catwalk,” Colleen conceded, “not for apple-picking.” Ashley seemed somewhat mollified. “THANK you!” she huffed. “Bad enough there’s no suitable jobs to be had in this town for someone of my caliber; but having to apply for *farm work* …!” She shuddered. The brunette smiled sympathetically. “Just be glad there’s an orchard nearby,” she said. “It’s late in the year and most of the summer jobs have already been taken. We wouldn’t have had a chance to apply for *this* one, if we hadn’t rushed here directly from school! Lucky that Sally Owens told us about the two openings, here!” Ashley scowled, looking down at her cheerleader outfit she hadn’t had time to change from. “This is *so* demeaning!” she complained. Colleen repressed a smile as she threw her apple core towards the old shed, behind the bench. She leaned back, relishing the feel of the late-afternoon sun on her pale skin. “You deserve better,” she told her friend, hoping to placate her. “But getting these jobs will be better than nothing. And remember: We don’t have them, yet!” The cheerleader smiled. “We will,” she said, striking a pose and batting her eyelashes, theatrically. Colleen chuckled, but felt a twinge of resentment. Ashley was complaining about “menial labor” and paying a small fraction of her expensive college tuition; but Colleen didn’t even have that good a situation – even though her tuition would be a fraction of Ashley’s, at the State University, the pretty brunette’s family wasn’t wealthy, like Ashley’s. Colleen was going to have to pay *all* of her expenses. Colleen sighed and pushed her glasses back into place with her index finger. “No sense being envious,” she told herself. “It’s not Ashley’s fault we come from two different worlds.” Colleen realized that, if anything, it was unusual for someone from Ashley’s background to be friends with someone of a “lower-Middle-Class” background.” “I suppose I should be thankful for what I get,” the pretty brunette sighed to herself. Her friend nudged her out of her reverie. “Hey,” Ashley whispered, “look down there!” Following the cheerleader’s pointing finger, Colleen saw two figures approaching, from across the field. It took her a while to place them. “Brenda and Dakota,” the pretty brunette said, adjusting her glasses and squinting into the fading sunlight. Two sophomores from their school. Both were considered outcasts: in addition to being the only black girls at Springfield High, they were also both extremely fat. “They’re coming to steal *our* jobs!” Ashley declared, indignantly, forgetting for the moment how she had been turning her nose up at the positions, only a few minutes earlier. “Come on!” Colleen urged, tugging at the blonde’s gold-trimmed sleeve. “We’re closer to the farmhouse. We can run up there and talk to Old Man Owens before they even get close!” Ashley was staring off into the distance, watching the approaching fat girls. A malicious smile was starting to slowly spread across her face. “I’ve got a better idea,” she murmured, squatting to pick up a rock. “When they get close, I say we pelt them with stones and teach them a lesson!” Colleen was horrified. “ASH-ley!” she admonished. “What are you talking about?!? They haven’t done anything to us! And besides … you want to throw *rocks* at them?!? Someone could get seriously hurt!” The beautiful blonde gave her friend a sulky look. “OK, OK!” she said. “No rocks.” Ashley stooped and picked up a brown, mushy apple that had been lying on the ground. “How about we pelt them with apples?!?” Colleen scowled. “No!” she insisted. “They haven’t done anything to us! We are NOT going to throw *anything* at them!” The beautiful blonde gave her a mean smile. “*You’re* not going to throw anything at them!” she corrected, gathering fallen apples. “*I* am going to hide behind the shed and teach them a lesson, when they get close.” The pretty brunette frowned. “Oh no you’re not!” she said, standing in front of her friend, hands set defiantly on her hips. Ashley arched one perfectly plucked brow. “And *you’re* going to stop me?” she asked in a soft, dangerous whisper. Colleen paled, suddenly aware of how much bigger and athletic the mean-spirited cheerleader was. Truth be told, Colleen knew there was no way she could physically prevent Ashley from carrying out her attack. “Well *I* am not going to be a part of it!” the pretty brunette declared, turning up her nose and starting towards the farmhouse. “*I* am going to go get a summer job!” The cheerleader snorted and hunkered down behind the shed, waiting for her prey to get within range. Colleen ran towards the farmhouse, wanting nothing to do with the altercation that was about to occur. * * * * * * * Surprisingly, the application had only taken a few minutes. Upon hearing that Colleen was a schoolmate of Sally’s, Old Man Owens had grinned and told her that one of the two positions was hers – she could start this coming weekend and go full-time once the school year ended. Colleen smiled in triumph as she walked back down the rickety front porch steps. This was a huge relief! She really needed this summer job, if she was to go to State in the fall! Her smile faded as she looked over at the old shed, less than a hundred yards away. Ashley had gathered a big pile of rotten apples and was lurking behind the shed, peering eagerly around the corner. Less than a hundred yards farther away were Brenda and Dakota. The two black girls were close enough that Colleen could make out their features clearly. Brenda was the smaller of the two, at about 5’7”. She was really quite pretty, in a strange way. She wore her hair long and surprisingly straight, it’s rich black sheen complementing the deep ebony of her skin. Brenda had large, fat breasts that sagged under their own enormous weight, and sported even wider hips. The other girl, Dakota, almost made Brenda look svelte. Dakota was taller, at around 5’10” and probably had more than 50 pounds on her shorter friend. The big girl wore her hair close-cropped and natural – looking like a covering of coarse, black sheep wool on her head. Her skin was darker than Brenda’s. Both of the black girls were about 16 and wore the school uniform: Blue plaid skirts that barely covered their ample asses, white blouses that strained to contain their fat tits, and bright red ribbons tied around their necks. Both of the fat girls were favorite targets for bullying. Dakota fought back, physically beating any white girl foolish enough to cross her. Brenda was more mild-mannered and Colleen had intervened on more than one occasion to halt some form of sadistic teasing or tormenting. It wasn’t that she had any special affection for Brenda – it was just that she hated seeing people picked on for no reason. Colleen watched Ashley heft a particularly large apple, as the two younger girls neared. “Ashley!” Colleen shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her friend. “Don’t you dare throw that! You leave them alone!” The black girls halted, looking at her. The cheerleader turned, glaring. Then she hopped out and lobbed her missile at her targets. Besides throwing like a girl, Ashley was too far away to be effective. The apple bounced off Dakota’s right arm. The irate blonde turned to vent her spleen on her friend. “Colleen, you cunt!” Ashley shouted. “Why’d you have to warn ‘em? I’ll bet I could have nailed both of them right in their nappy heads if you hadn’t opened your fat mouth!” It stung to be lashed by her friend’s angry words, but Colleen knew she was in the right. “Don’t be such a bitch!” Colleen scolded, continuing to walk towards her friend. “They didn’t do anything to you!” She got to within five feet of the angry cheerleader before she stopped, a reproving frown on her face. “Why do you have to be such a goody-…” the beautiful blonde whined, until she was rudely interrupted. Distracted by Colleen’s scoldings, Ashley never saw Dakota steamroll down on her. “*Oof*!” the blonde grunted, as the big black girl slammed her shoulder into the white girl’s unprotected side. Ashley was thrown several feet, landing hard in the dirt. Before anyone could react, Dakota had leapt on Ashley and was pummeling her with her big, meaty fists. “You white-trash bitch!” the big girl spat, punching the pinned blonde in the head as she straddled her chest. “You wanna start a fight? Fine, then, bitch … we fight! But *I’ll* finish it!” Colleen jumped to try and pull the two apart, but felt strong arms wrap around her from behind. “I’m sorry, baby,” she heard Brenda murmur, as the reverse bear-hug tightened around her chest. “I can’t let you interfere. That little blonde bitch needs to be taught a lesson.” Colleen struggled briefly in the big girl’s grasp before realizing the futility. Slowly, she went limp in the black girl’s arms, allowing the fat girl’s tight embrace to immobilize her. Meanwhile, on the ground, Dakota was sitting on Ashley in a schoolboy pin. The black girl’s big knees pinned the smaller white girl’s shoulders. Colleen could barely see Ashley’s beautiful, pale face, almost hidden between the younger girl’s enormous ebony thighs. “Not so tough now, are ya?” the black girl mocked, slapping the beautiful cheerleader’s face repeatedly. “Big girl, throwing apples from a distance. Not so tough now, one on one, though, are ya!” Ashley’s face was florid from the weight of the fat girl sitting on her chest and from humiliation. Tears rolled down her flushed face as the black girl continued to slap her. “Get *off* me, you fat cow!” the cheerleader grunted, unable to take in a full breath, with the big girl straddling her breasts. “You’re fucking crushing me!” Dakota sneered meanly. “You got a big mouth, white girl!” she snarled. “Personally, I think you *like* it! I think you *like* having me sit on you. You’re getting’ off on it, aren’t you!” The black girl’s skirt was hiked up high on her thighs and Colleen could see her white-panty-clad crotch resting on the blonde’s chin. Ashley’s blue eyes widened in horror and disgust. “Get your fucking cunt outta my face, you fat, black dyke!” the cheerleader tried to shout, but ended up gasping. Colleen saw an angry look flash across Dakota’s face, which was almost immediately replaced by … some other expression. “Well, well,” the fat girl chortled. “So you know! How long you known I was a lesbian?” Ashley’s face went pale and her eyes widened even more. “That’s right, bitch,” Dakota murmured, a mean sneer plastered across her face. “I *am* a dyke. A fat, black dyke!” The big girl began edging up higher on the pinned cheerleader’s body. “And you got your pretty white face between my legs!” The big girl looked down at the pinned blonde, a look of undisguised sadistic lust on her face. “So whatchu gonna do, Blondie?” she whispered. “Whatchu gonna do for this big, fat, black dyke, huh?” Dakota was now sitting on Ashley’s mouth, her big panty-covered crotch covering the bottom half of the pinned white girl’s face. The beautiful blonde’s nose was wedged into the dent Dakota’s panties formed over the younger girl’s pussy. Ashley’s eyes were wide with panic and revulsion, obviously realizing that the only thing standing between her lips and the black girl’s pussy was a thin layer of almost sheer cotton. “MMMMPH!” the frantic blonde protested, her words muffled by the fat girl’s crotch. “Mmph MMPH mm!” The pinned white girl struggled to free herself from under the fat black teen. “What’s that?” Dakota asked, sweetly. “You say you like sniffing my panties? You say you want more?” The cheerleader’s nose *was* wedged firmly into Dakota’s panty-covered pussy and the struggling blonde wrinkled her nose in disgust as she squirmed desperately. “MO!” she tried to scream. “Mome’d mmt mom mo maysh!” The fat black teen smiled widely. “OK, baby,” she grinned, moving up to cover the squirming white girl’s features with her crotch. “I’ll sit on your face.” Colleen sucked in her breath as she watched the fat black girl settle down on the helpless blonde’s beautiful face. Ashley’s features … her entire identity … was lost between the fat girl’s thick ebony thighs. The pretty brunette was shocked to discover she’d become wet and was panting with arousal, as she watched. “What … what’s the matter with me?!?” Colleen gasped to herself. “This can’t be turning me on! It can’t be!” But it was. The sight of the fat black girl dominantly straddling her friend’s face had Colleen’s pussy throbbing with excitement. “Dakota’s pussy …” Colleen thought, mind fogging with lust, “pressed right up against Ashley’s beautiful, smug little face … !” The pungent scent of the black lesbian’s arousal would be filling Ashley’s nose … the taste of the fat teen’s juices seeping through her panties … moistening the arrogant cheerleader’s pouty lips … ! She groaned and let her head drop back against Brenda’s shoulder. “Why?” Colleen croaked drily. “Why are you doing this to me?” The big black girl cooed sympathetically. “No baby,” she purred softly, her breath hot and moist against Colleen’s ear. “I’m not doing anything to you; I’m just keeping you out of harm’s way, now that Dakota is on the warpath. There’s no reasoning with the girl when she loses her temper, and your little cheerleader friend there has really set her off!” Colleen was shocked to feel a gentle kiss on her ear. “No, baby,” Brenda whispered. “I’m just keeping you safe.” Had the fat black teen just … kissed her? Colleen’s head was spinning. “You’ve always been good to me,” Brenda continued, her voice a soft purr in the white girl’s ear. “You’ve never been mean to me, like your nasty friend there. You’ve always been nice … always looked out for me. Don’t think I didn’t notice.” Brenda unexpectedly spun the pretty brunette around to face her. “I love you, Colleen,” the fat black teen whispered. “I’ve always loved you!” Colleen looked at Brenda, uncomprehendingly. “She … loves me?” the pretty brunette thought, dazed by all that was happening. “*Loves* me? She’s … she’s a lesbian, too?” Brenda wrapped the dazed white girl into a tight embrace and pressed her lips down on the pretty brunette’s. The kiss took Colleen by surprise, shooting pleasurable waves through her already over-heated pussy. “This can’t be happening,” Colleen thought, mind reeling. “I’m not a lesbian! I don’t get excited by other women!” Only … she was excited. Seeing Dakota dominate Ashley had made Colleen’s pussy throb with arousal like she’d never felt before. And now … Brenda’s thick, full lips … pressed down on hers … the fat teen’s tongue probing into the slender white girl’s mouth … the almost electric feeling of pleasure she could feel mounting between her own incredibly slick pussy lips … ! Love? Brenda loved her? She’s never contemplated such a thing before. Loving another girl? A black girl? A fat black girl, who, though several years younger than her, had taken control … was dominating her … seducing her? “Impossible!” Colleen’s mind told her. But her dripping pussy made the argument sound weak … feeble. “No!” Colleen gasped, breaking the kiss and turning away from her seductress. “No, I’m … I’m not a lesbian! I’m … I’m not excited by other girls!” She found herself staring at the two girls who had been fighting. They weren’t fighting any more. Dakota was still sitting on Ashley’s face, but the fat black teen had reversed position, facing the still-pinned white girl’s feet. Colleen could see that the crotch of Dakota’s panties had been pulled to one side and Ashley’s beautiful white face was wedged deep between the big black girl’s ass cheeks. The cheerleader’s skirt was up around her waist and her pink panties were down around her left ankle of her widespread legs. Dakota had two fat fingers buried in the blonde’s snatch, while her big, dark thumb rubbed firmly against the white girl’s clit. Ashley remained perfectly motionless, her face deep up Dakota’s ass, as the fat black teen masturbated the now-pliant white girl. Colleen felt her eyes bug out as she watched. “This …” the pretty brunette gasped, “… this can’t be happening!” Her arrogant blonde cheerleader friend – the spoiled little princess who enjoyed bullying her social inferiors … was thrusting her shapely hips up like a wanton slut, eager for the rough handling she was getting from the young lesbian pinning her. Even more humiliating, the privileged white girl was obviously getting close to climax … in spite of having her beautiful face being stuck deeply up the black girl’s fat ass. “In spite of Dakota’s fat ass on her face?” Colleen wondered. “Or … because of it?” Ashley was definitely nearing climax. The crazed white girl was thrusting herself lewdly against the dominant black girl’s probing hand … the jerky movements of the blonde’s head clearly indicating that she was happily rimming the younger girl’s asshole. “Looks like Ashley’s been ‘turned,’” Brenda whispered, embracing Colleen from behind. “I think things are going to be very different for your friend, from now on.” Colleen shuddered as she felt Brenda’s hand slip under the pretty brunette’s skirt and cup her sex. She knew that her panties were soaked from her unwanted arousal. “Looks as if things are going to be very different for you, too, baby,” Brenda murmured, tracing her tongue along the quivering white girl’s ear. Ashley’s body was thrashing under Dakota’s, pushed over the edge into a perversely powerful orgasm. The beautiful blonde’s legs flayed the air as the fat black teen pounded the blonde’s spasming pussy with her big, meaty hand. Colleen felt her own juices dripping down her leg as Brenda pushed the crotch of the pretty brunette’s panties aside to directly cup the white girl’s throbbing sex. Colleen gasped and stood on her toes, stiffening at the unexpected pleasurable probing. “No,” she whispered, more to herself than to her dark seductress, “I’m not a lesbian!” Brenda cupped the white girl’s chin and pulled her head back, enveloping her in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. Colleen lost all ability to resist … lost all thought of resistance. Turning in Brenda’s arms, never breaking their kiss, Colleen returned the fat black teen’s embrace, pushing her own tongue out to meet her seductress’. She clasped one of Brenda’s fat, ebony thighs between her own slender white legs and began thrusting herself lewdly against her black lover. She opened one eye in time to see Dakota helping Ashley to her feet. Silently, the big black girl led the now-submissive blonde into the nearby shed. Colleen’s hands fumbled at her black lover’s blouse, popping buttons as she tore at the big girl’s top. Pulling the big, loose blouse open, she exposed Brenda’s massive dark melons, imprisoned in the tight confines of an enormous white bra. Colleen tore at the clasps futilely, trying to rip the bra apart. patiently, Brenda reached back and helped her with the fastenings. The big swathe of fabric fell away and Brenda’s huge tits fell free. Colleen almost swooned as she watched the black girl’s fat, round boobs bounce free of their prison. Breaking their kiss, the pretty brunette dropped her head to greedily suckle at the fat teen’s large breasts. Brenda slowly and carefully unbuttoned the lust-crazed white girl’s blouse and unfastened her bra, freeing her white lover’s full breasts. Skirts and panties soon joined the pile of clothing. Colleen dropped to her knees and ripped off her glasses, burying her pretty, pale face deeply into the fat girl’s dark, hairy muff. The pretty brunette inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of the younger girl’s aroused sexl. Brenda lovingly stroked Colleen’s luxurious, brown hair as she let the pretty white girl go down on her. Colleen could hear Ashley’s screams of animal pleasure, coming from inside the shed as Dakota had her way with the now-willing blonde, driving Colleen’s -excitement even higher. Brenda placed one fat dark leg over the kneeling white girl’s shoulder, and then the other, straddling the pretty brunette’s face as she stood over her. Colleen was in heaven, her pale face pushed deeply into the black teen’s sopping pussy, the heat and aroma driving her wild. The lusting brunette found the fat girl’s thick, throbbing clit and wrapped her lips around it – sucking it like a miniature cock. Brenda moaned and pushed herself harder against the submissive white girl’s face. Eventually, Colleen was rewarded by a gush of hot, sticky juice on her face. Brenda groaned loudly as she climaxed, pressing the white girl’s pretty face deeply between her spasming pussy lips. Colleen licked and suck furiously until the exhausted black girl stepped away, sated. Dakota, now fully dressed, was just exiting the shed. the big black girl chuckled and a broad smile creased her face as she took in the nude brunette, kneeling before her naked black friend. “Looks like you got yourself a girlfriend, too, eh Brenda?” Dakota laughed. The fat black teen made her way up to the farmhouse. Colleen padded over to the shed door and tentatively peeked inside. The air was hot and stale, stinking of leather and musty hay. Inside, she found Ashley, nude, suspended by her wrists with thick ropes, looped over a massive metal hook set in the ceiling. The cheerleader’s eyes were closed and she hung, panting to catch her breath. Her beautiful face, still smeared with cunt juice, looked as if it had been rubbed raw and the blonde triangle between her pale legs was damp and matted. Brenda and Colleen helped get the exhausted cheerleader down and the blushing blonde quickly dressed and fled, without saying a word. Colleen was almost beside herself with pent-up arousal … seeing Ashley hanging there like that … fucked … taken … used … ! “Please,” the pretty brunette whimpered, laying herself on the bare dirt floor of the shed and fondling herself with frustration, “I need to cum!” Brenda smiled and knelt beside the trembling white girl. Slowly she reached out with one big, dark hand and began stroking the brunette’s quivering pussy. “Please …” Colleen whispered, choking with desire and shame, “use me … like Dakota used Ashley …” Brenda smiled lovingly and nodded. She threw one fat leg over the supine white girl, settling down to pin the trembling brunette’s pale shoulders with her thick, dark knees, as she faced the white girl’s feet. Colleen shook with uncontrolled lust as she watched the dominant black teen reach back to spread the cheeks of her wide, fat ass. Brenda sat back, slowly yet firmly, and Colleen felt her pretty pale face engulfed in the warm, soft, smothering depths of the fat teen’s enormous black ass. Within seconds, the pinned brunette felt two fat fingers slid effortlessly up her sopping pussy and a strong, thick thumb press down firmly on her throbbing clit. Colleen sighed, knowing that she would climax like a cluster bomb long before she passed out from lack of air. * * * * * * “What do you want for breakfast?” Colleen called out, seeing Ashley stumble from one of the two bedrooms in their little apartment. The beautiful blonde looked exhausted and haggard. “Coffee,” she croaked. “Black.” Colleen chuckled and began measuring out the grounds. It was still a bit embarrassing, even now, to think about: It was almost a year since that fateful encounter in the orchard, but both Colleen and Ashley had become “girlfriends” of the two fat, black high school girls. Even though both white girls were older, it was the two younger girls who were dominant in all aspects of the relationships. The white girls had gotten an apartment about two months ago and the younger teens had moved in and taken over. Brenda padded out of the other bedroom. She grabbed Colleen, who squealed in mock dismay until the fat black teen cut off her protests with a long, deep kiss. The spatula slipped from the brunette’s nerveless fingers as she succumbed to the bigger girl’s passionate kiss. “You look like hell, Blondie,” Brenda chuckled, breaking her kiss to glance at Ashley. Ashley regarded her with bleary eyes. “Your fucking friend is going to fucking kill me,” she muttered, adjusting her robe to hide the myriad purple welts and “love bites” that marred her slender, pale, once-perfect body. “Bitch!” came Dakota’s voice, drifting from the bedroom Ashley had just left, “didn’t I tell you to get me some breakfast and then haul your skinny white ass back here?!?” The haggard blonde gave her companions an imploring look before chugging her coffee and piling a plate full of food. “Coming!” Ashley called wearily, tucking several napkins under her arm. “Hurry it up, slut!” Dakota yelled from the bedroom. “I still got some stress to work off from yesterday!” Ashley scowled. “I *said* I was coming, you fat black dyke!” she shouted, hurrying off to the bedroom. Within seconds, the two girls in the kitchen heard shouts, cries, and the sound of breaking dishes – followed by the unmistakable sound of an open palm repeatedly smacking flesh. Ashley’s cries rang down the hall. “Bare-hand, bare-butt spanking,” Brenda sighed. “Poor girl never did know when to shut up.” Colleen laughed and raised up on her toes to kiss the bigger young girl. “It’s Ashley’s fault,” the pretty brunette laughed. “Who knew she liked it ‘rough?’” The beautiful blonde’s cries of pain had transformed into moans of pain and pleasure, though the persistent smack of a strong hand on a curvaceous bare ass never let up. “How ‘bout you?” the fat black teen murmured, suckling the white girl’s neck. “You like it rough?” Colleen laughed. “You know how I like it,” she chided. “Besides, you don’t have it in you to be rough.” Brenda chuckled. “You’re right,” she said. “Our relationship is … different.” She sucked harder on the pretty brunette’s neck, leaving a mark. Colleen sighed, happily, pleased to have been marked by her lover. “Still,” the white girl sighed, a flush of arousal spreading across her pretty, pale features, “it does get me hot, listening to those two carry on.” The big girl slid her hands into the older girl’s robe, pushing it off the white girl’s shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. “I know what you want,” she whispered. Colleen trembled, feeling herself go moist. She allowed herself to be lowered to the floor. Brenda stood over her, tossing her own robe aside. The big black girl had just turned 17, but towered over the older white girl. “So big,” Colleen thought, shaking in anticipation as the big black girl squatted over her face. “So dominant.” Brenda knelt on the white girl’s shoulders, facing the white girl’s feet. Colleen panted with excitement as she watched the dominant teen reach back and spread the cheeks of her fat, black ass. “Yes,” Colleen whispered, as her pretty white face was engulfed in the younger girl’s voluptuous, dark backside. “You do know what I want!” The pretty white girl began eagerly rimming her girlfriend’s asshole as the big black girl slowly started to finger-fuck the pinned brunette. Neither were worried … Colleen always climaxed hard, way before she passed out from lack of air. Down the hall, Ashley was already screaming in mindless pleasure, punctuated only by Dakota’s persistent grunting.