Heather's Deception
This is a side story from the up and coming Dear Brother series explaining a little bit of Calvin's girlfriend's, Heather's, behavior for part of thier relationship.
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Heather Lewis always considered herself a lucky girl. Things just seemed to have a way of working out for her, almost always in a positive outcome. She was bright, attractive, did well in a lot of things she pursued, and was able to end up dating one of the best guys possible in her school.
Calvin Moreau was a fine catch! Not only was he an elite gymnast in their school, a fine dancer, and sharp as a tack; his feline grace and fluidity also made him a very suave and kind gentleman. There was a stubborn tendency about him at times, but it could be easily overlooked by Heather; she liked males that had some bull-headedness.
Other furs thought it a little strange for a Golden Retriever and a Siamese cat to be dating, but they were essentially within the High School Hierarchy; no one dared question it openly. Heather wasn't exactly one to follow such silly High School politics, but she wasn't afraid to use such methods to her advantage either.
She was glad to have Calvin as her boyfriend; not as a sort of status symbol but as a genuine partner. She really did care for him and she knew he felt the same way about her. However, sometimes he would treat her almost too nice, be too much of a gentleman. She loved the attention and all, but she just wished that he could be selfish for once. Even in sex he treated her like a princess; never acting too harsh or just taking what he wanted. He always waited for her to be ready for it instead of coaxing her into it like some other boys would. After about a year of that she felt the need to explore a little. This is where she took advantage of her social status.
As discreetly as she could she would go after some of the other student heroes of the athletic department. Anyone who happened to catch wind of it she intimidated, often bringing some to her side to help silence rumors before they could take root. The men she went for were often the more brutish and thick skulled jocks that could be easily manipulated into keeping her secret; and every one of them did so, thinking only about the next time they could score with her if they kept their mouths shut.
As juvenile as this whole thing was, she stopped caring after her first time of real, rough sex. She felt exhilarated being so strongly overpowered by those hulking figures; to have herself taken in such a carnal manner.
For a year, she kept up the charade. She would plan everything out so that Calvin could never wonder what she did when they weren't together. She would never make her secret meetings too frequent, or much longer than was necessary; and she definitely made sure never to bring any of them home with her. Sometimes she would meet these guys at their own house if she felt she wouldn't be seen by anyone, and other times she preferred to meet them in areas of the school she knew Calvin wouldn't stumble upon; her favorite being the football team's locker room. It was the perfect place on school grounds because it was further away from the gymnastics area and she knew that Calvin had little interest in football and the people heavily associated with it.
One of her favorite guys was the star linebacker of the school football team, Jackson Meyer. At 6'5", the Doberman was nearly 230 pounds of pure muscle and masculinity. Surprisingly enough, he was one of the smarter jocks; which really didn't amount to much when a fine pair of tits were in his face or a gorgeous ass was grinding away at his groin. Never the less, he was one of the few that actually confronted her about her actions against Calvin. It wasn't out of concern for the guy, he didn't even know him and could care less, he was just curious.
On one of their meetings he had asked her, "So how come you don't just dump that faggy looking cat dude you're 'dating' instead of all this secret shit? Wouldn't that be easier?"
It took all she could muster not so slap the moron's snout. She just glared at him for a moment as she responded, "That 'faggy cat dude' you're talking about is ten times the gentleman you'll ever be, and has a more developed brain compared to most of the Neanderthals around here. The reason I stay with him is because he treats me so well, and I care about him." Her expression softened slightly as she slowly walked up to him, placing a hand on the Doberman's sculpted chest. "The reason I come to guys like you is because you can give me something he doesn't show enough... Dominance!
"Guys like you aren't afraid to be selfish; putting yourself first over the girl you're with." She caressed down along his chest and teased his six-pack. "So long as it feels good and the chick is hot, you'll have your way and not hesitate to take it," the golden retriever whispered in a breathy voice as she looked up at him lustily, her hand reaching further down to cup his large canine scrotum through his athletic shorts. She felt his balls react to her touch as his arousal started to build. "Do you want what I have to offer?"
"Damn right I do," exclaimed the Doberman excitedly and he put his hands on her shoulders and started pushing her down to her knees, "And first I want you to suck my dick!"
"With pleasure," she said with a wry smile as she moved down in response to his strong arms, sliding his shorts and jockstrap down with her.
His member was already at half-mast and twitching slightly as it waited anxiously for her touch. Heather's hand wrapped around the base of his cock as she leaned in to take the head into her wanting mouth and suckle on it, teasing the slit with her tongue. Jackson let out a groan as his tongue started to loll out and he looked down at her hungrily, his cock quickly growing to its full glory. Heather let the growing member slide farther into her mouth of its own accord, stroking the base as her tongue circled around the head and lapped up the beads of precum leaking from it. "Fuuuuck Yeeeaaaahhh," the Doberman groaned lustily as his hand pushed against the back of Heather's head, forcing her further down his length. She gave no resistance and let him push her until she had all ten inches of him in her muzzle.
He held her there for a few moments then quickly slid himself out. He grabbed her roughly by the arm and spun her around so she fell down on all fours with her tail in the air. She gasped at his sudden action and gave a few squeals when she was thrown down and then felt her pants being forced down without even being unbuttoned first. She hurriedly unfastened the clasp and the garments slid down much more easily past her hips and thighs. Jackson wasted no time in grasping his moistened cock and directing it to her already slick pussy and shoving it in.
Heather yelped in a mixture of pleasure and pain at the Doberman's forced entry, feeling his strong hands gripping her hips like a vice as he mounted her like a vicious, horny animal. He was already making forceful pumps and grinding his hips against her as he forced himself as deep as he could go, causing Heather to moan loudly and pant heavily. Her mind clouded over as she got used to his size and felt the vibrant waves of pleasure coursing through her body from his deep thrusts, which began to speed up and make her pant and gasp in unison with his pounding.
Just as suddenly as he had started it all stopped for a brief moment. Coming out of her haze with a look of surprise she looked over her shoulder to see what he was up to. She felt and saw Jackson's cock positioned at her tailhole and began to cry out in protest, "Wait no! Don't- mmf!" Jackson had cut her off by sticking his fingers in her mouth.
"Shut up, you told me I could take what I wanted! Besides," he grinned as he sank his fingers deeper and pressed his member against her ass, "Frank told me you love it in the ass!"
Despite that fact being true, she hadn't taken a cock as big as Jackson's in her ass before. She tried to protest more but his strong arms held her down and he gave a rough thrust into her ass. She gave a muffled cry through his fingers and felt a small tear cross her cheek, feeling more pain than pleasure at the moment. But as he continued to thrust into her the pain gradually subsided, and his massive member inside her tight ass started to make her tremble with pleasure once again. The Doberman grunted and growled like a feral dog as he drove himself as deep as he could while Heather moaned even louder than before as she sucked on his fingers.
Jackson's relentless pounding was taking its toll on Heather's body, wearing her down as his thrusts kept jarring her whole body and she could hardly keep herself up. She didn't have to worry about that for long, because Jackson slid himself out once more and flipped her over onto her back. He tugged the hem of her shirt upwards to expose her plump breasts. She was glad she didn't wear her bra for this. Jackson straddled her torso and slid his cock in-between her firm mounds, pressing them together as he tit-fucked her wildly.
With one arm reaching between his legs, Heather stretched her arm out until she felt her clit and started to rub it vigorously while her other hand massaged the Doberman's balls. She took his cock head into her muzzle once more before she heard a loud groan of pleasure from him. He gave one last hard thrust, howling as his seed came bursting from his cock like a fire hose. As his spunk filled her mouth she arched her back as her own orgasm caused her to moan loudly onto his cock. She could feel his balls churning during every stream of semen that was shot into her muzzle, and she did her best to swallow every drop.
Finally, after both of their orgasms had subsided, Jackson slowly got up. He stretched himself out and let out a satisfied sigh of relieve. "God Damn, I've been waiting all week for that," he exclaimed. He seemed barely tired at all and only had a small patch of sweat on his forehead, whereas Heather lay panting on the floor like she had just run a marathon. He just laughed at her and turned around towards the showers as he called back to her, "Hope you don't die on me now, I could use you after this weekend's game. It's gonna be a rough one, and whether we win or lose I'm gonna need a hell of a romp afterwards!"
She hadn't even listened to a word he had said. She was positively catatonic, replaying the past few minutes in her mind of how roughly she had been taken and how hard the both of them came. She savored what was left of his cum in her mouth before giving a weak swallow.
Soon Heather was back on her feet and fully clothed, walking a little awkwardly back to her car. Normally she would have wanted to take a shower in that locker room afterwards, but she didn't want to risk that bastard trying to go for another round and delay her even more, or even the possibility of a few of his teammates showing up unexpectedly... perhaps she could organize that some other time.
She was almost grateful that she and Calvin hadn't made any plans for that evening; she likely wouldn't have been able to hide much about her recent tussle with Jackson. She was going to be sore all over the next morning, especially her ass!
She didn't care though, she got what she had wanted, and was more than satisfied. Just a little Tylenol, an ice pack or two and some ointment and she could probably keep herself from feeling too stiff and sore in the morning.
She would have liked Calvin's delicate hug for the night, but then she would have to try and explain why she felt so in pain. No reason to have to lie to him even more than necessary.
You would think she would have felt a little more guilty about all this sleeping around; but in her mind, she didn't see it as cheating on him. She still cared for Calvin very much; she just had an itch that he didn't seem to want to scratch for her. So long as she took care of it and came right back to him afterward there wasn't much need to be that guilty... Right?...