Author's Note:
This is my first lemon-heavy fanfic. I hope you like it. Please leave reviews, and feel free to give negative feedback and constructive crticism.
I don't own Minecraft, etc, etc.
WARNING: This story contains super sexual content, if you are uncomfortable reading said content, then this story is not for you!
Otherwise, enjoy. :)
Unpleasable
Tristina moaned as his fingers teased her clit, sending shivers down her thighs.
The cold morning air gave another gust, fluttering her skirt upwards. With her eyes closed, she barely recognised that her skin was bared to the world, and she hardly cared.
The boy in front of her began to massage her pussy in full, rubbing a finger through her lips as she moaned in appreciation.
She had to hand it to him, he vaguely knew what he was doing.
This was her first hook-up of the day, and the lucky boy she had selected was Louis Mickelson, a friendless creep. The only thing he would talk about is how many girls he'd been with. Of course, everybody knew it was all bullshit. But as Tristina released another satisfied moan, she considered he might've been telling the truth, all this time.
Unexpectedly, Louis pressed his lips onto hers.
Lightning fast reflexes brought her hand to his chest, and she pushed him backwards. His gaze adverted from her aggravated eyes, guiltily.
"I only gave you one rule."
"I know, I'm sorry"
A sigh escaped her lips, "you're such a bitch."
"S- Sorry?"
Faster than he could react, Tristina stepped forward, slamming him against the opposite alley wall and grabbing his crotch. She could feel his boner through the baggy jeans.
Louis grunted as she squeezed a little too tightly, "stop."
She moved her head a portion closer to his, as if she couldn't hear him, "what?" Her fingers squeezed tighter.
"S- stop," he gasped.
Being slightly taller than him, she almost considered crouching as she moved her ear next to his mouth. Her fingers grasped harder, once again, "I can't hear you."
"Stop!"
With an almost practiced grace, Tristina slid her hand up to his zipper, and tugged it down, slipping her hand into his pants a moment later. Lifting his boxers, her fingertips ever-so-slowly brushed against the shaft of his cock. It twitched at the contact.
As far as cocks go… well, it was below average.
Which is why when she wrapped her hand around it, and began working it up and down, it only took thirty seconds for poor Louis to speak.
"I'm cumming!"
Tristina looked at him, shocked, "seriously?"
One final tug shot a gooey substance all over her hand, coating the inside of his boxers, and no doubt running down his legs.
"Eww," Tristina pulled her hand out, watching the white trails of cum slide between her fingers.
Not caring in the slightest, she wiped the substance off on his jumper, trying to remove every speck. It was damn near impossible.
Giving up, she stepped back against the other wall, "okay, my turn."
Still trying to contain himself, Louise gave a pant before moving forwards, and lifting her skirt. His fingers found her laced panties, and he began rubbing through the fabric.
After the first minute of exhausted fumbling, Tristina gave up, slapping his hand away, "you're fucking useless."
"Sorry. But…"
She ignored him as she rearranged her underwear, and padded down her skirt. Eventually she looked up, "but, what?"
"Do you think I could get a photo?" He began pulling out his phone.
"Uh, hell no?"
He looked aghast, "but then no one will believe me!"
With the hairband from her wrist, she bundled her dirty-blonde hair into a semi-neat bun. It was a hard thing to do with one hand covered in cum. Once finished, she turned, and walked down the alleyway, calling over her shoulder, "that's the idea, retard."
Toning out his curses, Tristina attempted to reboot her attitude. It was fine to be a cock-hungry bitch when she was horny, but otherwise, that's not how the school saw her.
Because that's where she was. School.
Now, some people might shun such illicit sexual behaviour in a place of learning, but for her, it was more of a necessity. From the first time she had been groped on the bus, Tristina had decided that this kind of stuff would be her hobby. Everybody needed something that brought them joy. For Tristina, that joy came from having someone pleasure her.
Of course, only a few lucky individuals knew this. Everybody else, well…
"Good morning Tris!"
Tristina watched the nerdy red-headed girl bounce towards her, and gave a pleasant smile, "oh, good morning Olivia. How did you sleep?" Her voice rung with a high-class poshness, something that sounded natural with her European features.
"Really well, thank you."
"I'm glad. Is there anything I can help you with this morning?"
Olivia, one of her friends since primary school, blushed, "um, yeah. I was wondering if you completed the third revision paper for today's modern history test?"
Tristina smiled, "of course, what did you need help with?"
Olivia rattled off into a quiz about the possibility of conflict between the three global superpowers, asking questions about where various politicians and generals stood on key matters. Tristina, having completed her entire research assignment weeks ago, managed to answer almost all of her queries.
"That's awesome, thanks," the short girl acknowledged, scribbling down her final notes. Placing her backpack on the ground, she dug into it, and removed a small container. A frosted cupcake sat inside. "I made you this."
Tristina gave a small giggle and accepted the item with her left hand. Her right, was carefully tucked behind her back, coated in what had become dried superglue. "Thank you, Olive. Don't worry, you're going to ace it."
"I hope so." For a moment, the girl looked her taller friend over, "are you headed to the library?"
She shook her head, "just to the bathroom."
"Oh, sorry to keep you!"
With a light laugh, Tristina began walking once more, "that's okay. I'll see you in class."
"Yep!"
Hastily, Tris paced towards her destination so as not to be stopped by anyone else. A couple of people said good morning, but she managed to fend them off with a smile.
Eventually, she made it to the girl's bathroom, which was pleasantly empty, and dove her hand under a sink. A few douses of soap and a minute of scrubbing later, she was satisfied that the disappointing experience was well and truly over with. With a sigh, she gazed into the mirror.
Golden dirty blonde, fair skinned, and piercing husky eyes. She was tall, well proportioned, and in the eyes of everyone, the perfect definition of beautiful. Her perfect grades made her a perfect student, and her well-spoken respecting nature made her a perfect friend. Almost everyone liked her, and those who didn't, just wanted to be her.
Which is why the rumours of her being a total slut who would take pretty much anyone, anywhere, were completely disregarded.
It was the perfect cover.
Of course, little miss perfect was not who she was. Outside of school, you would barely recognise her. She smoked, and drank, and went clubbing whenever she could. I didn't matter that she wasn't old enough, nobody cared when you looked that damn good…
Still frustrated about Louis, Tris moved a hand to her skirt, rubbing her pussy through her clothes. As her panties grew wet, she considered going out, and trying to find another adrenaline-fueled boy who could satisfy her. She knew it was a futile effort.
Most of the boys here were hopeless virgins. Still… they were fun to toy with.
She swore loudly as the school bell tolled its familiar tune, and her efforts to please herself were cut short once again.
Running her fingers under the tap, she turned, and left the room in annoyance, trying to remember what her first class was.
Science.
It wasn't her least favourite subject. But there was only really one reason for that.
The large lab tables sat six students, three on one side, three on the other. It made it awkward for teaching classes, as half of the table would have their back to the teacher. Then again, only about half of the class was interested in listening.
Todays topic? Something about wormholes. Tristina, having already finished the textbook earlier that year, was happy enough not to pay attention.
"Hey Tris?" Olivia whispered.
The deviant looked to the bespectacled girl sitting adjacent, an interest smile on her features.
"What are you doing after school?"
Probably seducing some college students. "Nothing. Why?"
The cute redhead lit up, "I've got this new game I'm really into."
"Oh? What's it about?"
"Well it's called Minecraft, and basically…"
Tris glanced at the student sitting across from her. Daniel Hutchison, a jock. He had a girlfriend, she was pretty sure…
Olivia carried on about her game, oblivious that Tris was only half listening, "you place blocks, and fight monsters, and build stuff…"
Quietly, Tris slipped out of her bulky school shoes, leaving them discarded on the floor. She left her long white socks on, toying with the ludicrous idea in her head.
"and it's got online multiplayer, so you can do it all with your friends…"
Slowly, she lifted one of her long, agile legs, which had no trouble reaching the other side of the table.
"and I know you're really busy with study and everything, but I know sometimes you play maths games and stuff…"
Daniel jerked as her toe-tips brushed against his ankle.
Tris, and everyone else at the table, looked at him oddly.
He cleared his voice, awkwardly, "uhh, sorry, I almost fell asleep, I guess."
The girl next to him giggled as Tris gave a smile, "try to pay attention, okay? This class is worth a lot of marks."
"Uh, sure… if you say so."
Having been interrupted, Olivia continued her explanation, "anyway, I thought, maybe…"
Tris touched her toes to his ankle again, brushing the fabric of her sock against his exposed skin. He didn't freak out this time, but looked at her unbelievably across the table. She turned her gaze to Olivia, tuning back in to what she was saying.
"maybe we could play together?" She was bright red with embarrassment. It was cute how much she liked her taller friend.
Tris smiled, and proceeded to zigzag her foot up the jock's leg, "that sounds like fun, Olive. I'd love to."
The girl practically exploded with excitement, a huge beam taking over her features, "cool. I'll send you all the details tonight when I get home…"
Daniel stiffened as his attacker advanced down his inner thigh. Tris was trying her best not to smirk as he clamped his legs shut, trapping her foot and preventing her movement. He did have a girlfriend, after all. It was valiant of him to try and resist.
"and then I'll teach you how to do everything…"
Bringing her other leg into play, she rested her foot on his knee, sliding it back and forth suggestively. A few seconds later, his resistance slackened. With a little force, she pushed his legs open with both feet, and slid them inwards.
"it's going to be a lot of fun!"
Tristina's feet rubbed against his rock-hard erection.
Daniel swallowed as she began massaging the bulge, placing a foot on his lower abdomen, and sliding it down to meet the other which brushed against his balls. Slowly, she wrapped her soles around the clothed shaft, and began tugging at it, prompting.
A silent moment later, with only the teacher speaking in the background, Daniel discreetly reached beneath the table, and undid his zipper.
Tris looked over the table at him, raising an eyebrow minutely.
The jock reached into his pants, and pulled out a gem.
Her lips formed a small 'o' as she felt up his ebbing cock, her toes wrapping around the form. It was big. Not the biggest she'd had, but it could definitely be the biggest she'd found at school.
Finally having fun, she gave it a few strokes, fully appreciating its size. It was big… Finally, she wrapped both feet around it, and pulled back, and then pushed forwards. Back, forward, back, forward…
She could feel herself getting wet again.
Decisively, Tris raised her hand, "Mr. Emrick? May I please use the bathroom."
A few minutes later, Daniel sheepishly poked his head around the corner, peering into the girl's bathroom. It was empty, except for a shower running at the back of the room.
Still a little hesitant, the boy edged his way into uncharted territory.
The shower door had been left slightly ajar…
Praying he was right about this, and convincing himself that his girlfriend would never find out, the sex fuelled teen swallowed, and pulled the door open.
The school idol, and teacher's pet, Tristina Fairaway, stood naked, water cascading down her neck, idling over her reasonable, 'D' sized tits, and falling across her buoyant and well-rounded ass.
Noticing her plaything, Tris gave him a grin, "took you long enough," and strutted out of the water, one foot in front of the other, like a model.
Grabbing the bulge in his pants, she pulled him into the stall, closing, and locking the door behind him. "I've got one rule…" She pressed up against him, finding his hand, and placing it on her ass.
"Y- yeah?"
She looked him dead in the eye, her gaze turning to steel, "no kissing."
Daniel twitched as she slid a hand underneath his belt, and grabbed hold of his cock. It was still rock-hard, just how she liked it. Without hesitation, she began beating him off as he squeezed her ass.
Now fully committed, the jock fumbled with his belt, undoing it, before once again unzipping. His huge white cock flopped out into the open, and Tris giggled in excitement as she continued jerking it up and down.
Grabbing hold of her gorgeously rounded tit, Daniel squeezed it, and ran his thumb back and forth across the hard nipple, teasing her.
Disregarding the buttons, Tris ripped his shirt away, leaving an exposed, and well-muscled chest. Delighted, she placed both hands on his pecs, letting his attentive cock press up against her stomach. "What was your girlfriend's name again?"
A look of shame crossed his face, "Erica."
Tris tilted her head at him before sliding slowly downwards. She dug her nails into his chest as she lowered herself to the ground, his member rising up her stomach, catching on her tits, and flicking upwards in front of her face.
She looked up at him innocently, "does Erica ever do this?"
Pressing her soft lips onto his head, she pressed forwards, opening her mouth and rolling her tongue around his dick as she took it all in.
"Fuck no…" he groaned.
She felt the long, stiff rod squeeze down her throat, and she was sure it would be visible from the outside. Forcing it further inside of her, she took it all the way to its base, his balls resting against her chin. Tris did have a gag reflex, but this wasn't enough to trigger it. This much was almost comfortable.
Pulling backwards, she slid the entire staff out of her lips until just the tip remained. Looking back up to her victim, she maintained solid eye contact as she took it all back in, sliding back down to his base.
It was at this moment, with the hottest girl in school sucking his dick like a lollipop, that Daniel Hutchison realised he didn't give a damn what his girlfriend thought. This was worth it. And so he let go of another groan, as Tris picked up speed and swallowed his cock over and over again, forcing it down her tight throat and twirling her tongue around and around.
Spreading her legs, she began rubbing at her clit, satisfying the excitement that was building up inside of her. With her other hand, she reached up, popped his cock from her mouth, and began jacking it off above her face. Precum dripped down and speckled her features.
"Stand up."
Surprised at the order, Tristina obeyed, rubbing up against him as she did so.
She could tell he wanted to kiss her. At this point, she might even let him. But the smart boy grabbed hold of her ass instead, and spun her around. Immediately, she felt his twitching dick pressed between her ass cheeks. Half amused, half turned on, she began grinding her cheeks against it, looping around in big circles before shaking up and down. Every movement made it twitch with excitement.
A hand grasped at her breast, pulling her upright and melding their bodies together. As the restraint began massaging her tit, his other hand crept around her waist, past her hips, and into her crotch.
The cock-hungry teen released a pent-up moan as his finger slipped inside of her.
Frustrations of the morning faded away as his fingertip ran across her G-spot, his hand slamming in and out of her tight vagina. "Is this how you treat Erica?"
The jock actually scoffed, "she doesn't deserve this."
Between moans, Tris gave a once in a lifetime offer, "hey… do you want to put that inside me?"
His already erect cock stiffened even further. Smiling, Tris gave a small shake of her ass.
And just like that, hot cum rocketed up her back. Her amused expression turned to dead disbelief, "did you just…?"
"Uhh, yeah…"
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
Whipping around, Tris stared at his now limp, and shrinking dick. All abated frustrations returned in double. Anger surging through her veins, the girl jolted forwards, grabbing onto his neck, and latching her lips onto it. With a bit of pressure, and a small bite, she left her mark. "Try explaining that to your girlfriend."
Daniel stared at her in disbelief, "you bitch!"
"I don't want to hear that from someone who just unloaded on my back!"
"Fuck you."
"You had the chance. Now get the fuck out of the girl's bathroom, creep."
Seething, the boy pulled up his pants, and exited the stall.
Unsatisfied, and more than a little pissed, Tris began the strenuous task of washing cum from her back, cursing all the while.
The rest of the day proved otherwise uneventful. Having been disappointed twice that day, the school idol was in no mood to try again. She spent the rest of school listening to lectures and acing tests, resolving to make the most of the local clubs later that night.
Which is why, at seven o' clock, she stood nude before her closet, inspecting her personal arsenal. Dresses, denim, tank tops, short shorts, stockings, skirts, lingerie, bows, bras, belts and skimpy one-pieces lay at her disposal, hoping to be chosen.
She had attempted assembly of a few outfits already, which now lay discarded on the floor. Tonight needed to be good, to make up for all the shit she had endured. A knockout outfit would ensure she received the right attention.
Decisively, she reached into her underwear drawer, and selected laced, low cut panties, coated black and trimmed purple. A matching garter belt, that hooked onto long, sophisticated stockings, made her ass look godly. Completing the lower level with an ink black demi-bra that was half a size too small, Tris checked herself out in the mirror.
Hot.
Denim short shorts, ripped and shredded, made her ass bounce as she squeezed into it. A few vertical jumps ensured it sat snug. Grinning, she left the front buttons, and zipper, completely open, showing off the underlying lace.
Choosing a top took another moment of consideration. Eventually, she settled on a white midriff, graffitied with a cartoonesque 'BOOM' encapsulated within a vibrant explosion. It was one of her favourites.
After jewellery and accessories, she only needed one other thing…
Pleasure craving as always, Tris pulled open her bottom drawer. Toys of all shapes and descriptions sat within. From oddly shaped dildos, to vibrating beads, she had them all. Carefully removing the most popular of items, she held it in the palm of her hand.
A florescent pink mound, with a long tail. Finding its button, she pressed it down. The device gave a small vibration in acknowledgment. Smiling, the sex-crazed girl lifted out the hem of her exposed panties, and pushed the device within them, soon sliding it snugly inside her box. The mound lined up perfectly with her G-spot, and the tail only just stuck out.
Buzzed with anticipation, she reached for her phone on the dresser, and opened the corresponding app. Sliding the vibration setting to twenty-five percent, she released a pent-up sigh, which twisted into a loving moan, and then a laugh. The purpose-built device worked magic inside her.
And with that she was done. She made a final checklist to ensure she wasn't forgetting anything.
Makeup? Done. Phone? In her hand. Jacket? She reached over to her bedframe, removing an old-school bomber jacket. It was short, and didn't offer much against the cold, but it was cute. Retro had been her thing lately anyway.
"Alright…" she mumbled to herself. But as she was about to walk out, her phone gave an unexpected ping.
She looked down at the message.
Olive: 'Hey Tris! Ready to play?'
"… Play?" It was a moment before her memory could provide an answer.
Minecraft, or whatever the stupid game was called. Tris had promised to play it tonight.
"Fuck!"
You: 'Of course, Olive! Where do I download the game from?'
Going back on her word would ruin her perfect reputation, and besides… Olivia had been pretty excited about this, Tris knew that, even if she was a little distracted at the time… Resigning to her fate, the thoroughly pissed teen plopped down in her desk chair, throwing the heels of both boots onto the desk and spreading her legs. Turning her vibrator up to thirty-five helped calm her down.
Olive: 'Well, you're actually supposed to buy it, but I found this cracked version for you.'
Olive sent a file.
"Fan-fucking-tastic." Finding the chat on her computer, Tris double clicked, and extracted, launching the foreign EXE moments later. A pixelated loading screen appeared, black background with yellow text.
MINECRAFT – VOYAGER UPDATE
The title was underlined by a slowly expanding bar, which seemed to be installing something. Glitchy seconds later, two buttons appeared, and the text morphed into a new set of characters.
Are you sure you want to continue?
Yes. No.
What kind of stupid question was that?
You: 'Remind me what this game is about again?'
As she watched her friend's text bubble appear and disappear a dozen times, Tris decided she didn't care, and slammed down on the 'yes' button.
A split second of silence as her monitor snapped to black.
"What the f-"
White noise blared from the speakers, slamming decibels at all frequencies as her screen flashed white, and the overhead lights flickered. Tris let go a scream as carnivorous electricity arched from the power socket, striking the floor and the roof and the walls, all in quick succession. A ball of raw energy, constructed of lightning and sound, crowded the room, filling it to a burst. And a snap in time later…
Tristina was gone.
Author's Note:
So, what do you think? I know there wasn't much of Minecraft in this chapter, but I really just wanted to set the protaganist up before throwing them into an unnatural environment. I promise there will be plenty more tropes and game content in the chapters to come, as you can probably tell. :P
Let me know what you thought. :)
- LoudMyracle
