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Now... Kristi and Dice present:



Harvard Elite
by Kristi (Kristi_aka@hotmail.com)
and Frederick "Dice" Casden (diceandkristifiles@yahoo.com)

During the September 6, 2002 WWE Live Event at Sioux Falls, South Dakota's
Sioux Falls Arena, Christopher Nowinski, wearing his wrestling trunks, is
stepping out of trainers room after being checked out by the trainer
following his match with Bradshaw. As Nowinski is about to make his way to
the locker room area, he spots WWE Women's Champion Molly Holly, wearing
black pants and a white top, returning from the ring area. Nowinski slides
both hands over his blond hair and approaches the Diva that he's been
bragging about 'making into a woman' for the past month. "Hello Molly... I
see you retained your Championship again..." Nowinski says with a smirk.

Molly Holly presses her lips together and firmly looks at Christopher
Nowinski. "Indeed I did, Mr. Nowinski, would you except anything else than
that?" Molly replies in a snippy tone before she turns to look away from him.

Nowinski smirks, "Well, you could have lost and needed some comforting..."
The Harvard graduate replies with a sly tone.

"Oh really? I'm not use to losing, especially to pieces of trash, like Trish
Stratus, who feel the need to flash their chest and buttocks all to the
delight of the crowd who encourages this distaste!" Molly says before she
crosses her arms against her chest. "You know, it's all your fault we lost to
her and Bubba Ray..."

"No it wasn't..." Nowinski begins to say before Molly cuts him off.

"Yes it was!" Molly snaps back as she turns to face him. "...And another
thing, Mr. Nowinski...I have heard what you've saying behind my back and I do
not appreciate it."

"Oh really? And what have I been saying that you don't appreciate?"
Christopher Nowinski smirks.

Molly presses her lips together and raises her eyes slightly. "That you plan
on deflowering me, Mr. Nowinski...." Molly replies. "You know, Mr. Nowinski,
I pride myself as being something that the other Divas are not, which is pure
and wholesome...I am a role model for all women..."

"Oh come on Molly, everyone knows no woman can hold out on getting
deflowered..." Nowinski says before smirking, "Unless of course, you already
had your hymen busted..."

Molly opens her mouth in shock before she raises her left hand and smacks
Nowinski's cheek. "How dare you say that! I am a very pure and decent
woman..."

Nowinski smirks, "So who was it? Don't tell me it was Little Spike... I doubt
he was big enough to really break you in like I could..."

"Mr. Nowinski, I believe this conversation is over..." Molly says as she
starts to step away.

Nowinski follows Molly as she walks away, "Why? Wait, don't tell me, you went
one on one with The Rock when you came to the WWE? Sure he went to a second
rate school like the University of Miami, but I'm sure you wished your first
time could have been with someone from the Ivy League..." Nowinski says.

Molly pauses and turns back to Christopher Nowinski. "Mr. Nowinski, I admire
you academic standings, however, you are not my type..."

"Oh you have a type? And what is that?" Nowinski asks with a smug smirk.

"That is none of your concern, Mr. Nowinski..."

"Let me guess... you like the dumb jocks... all muscles and no brains..."
Christopher Nowinski smirks.

"First of all, Mr. Nowinski, you would not be able to handle someone as pure
as me..." Molly replies.

"Oh really?" Nowinski chuckles and folds his arms.

"That's absolutely correct..."

"Well since you're talking big, how about you show me..." Nowinski smirks

Molly raises an eyebrow "Just what exactly are you proposing, Mr.
Nowinski..." Molly replies.

"It's simple Molly... since you have made it quite clear that your hymen was
already busted... and since you stated that you think I can't handle you... I
propose we go find an empty room and see if your theory is true or not."

"Alright, Mr. Nowinski, we may test that theory, but only once"

* * *

A short time later in one of the arena's backstage offices, Molly Holly is
sitting on the edge of a desk, biting her bottom lip as Christopher Nowinski
laps his educated tongue against her perfectly shaven and very wet pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhh...." Molly moans and closes her eyes as she pushes
against his tongue.

The blond haired Harvard educated Superstar glances up and smirks at Molly
while he skillfully works his tongue up and down against her twat.

"Mmmmmmm...ohhhhhh...ohhhhhh..." Molly Holly moans as she places her right
hand onto his head and starts to thread her fingers through his hair.

"Mmmmm..." Nowinski moans as he pushes his tongue inside of Molly's cunt as
she rocks on the desk's surface to push herself against his mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhh...." Molly moans as she starts to grind
her pussy against his educated tongue, while he thrusts his tongue deeper
into her wet snatch.

As the normally virtuous Women's Champion grinds herself against his probing
tongue, Christopher Nowinski places his hands on her thighs while he eats her
pussy.

Molly grits her teeth as she moves on the surface of the desk to eagerly push
against his tongue, despite her proclaimed pure status.

Glancing up at Molly, Nowinski skillfully twirls his tongue around inside of
her cunt, causing her to bounce a bit on the surface of the desk.

"Mmmmmmm...ohhhhhhh!" Molly moans and leans back as she pulls lightly on his
hair.

"Mmmmm..." Nowinski groans against Molly's pussy while she pulls on his blond
hair. The Harvard educated Superstar soon lifts his head up from Molly's
snatch and steps back before he lowers his wrestling trunks, freeing his rock
hard, large and very meaty cock.

Molly opens her mouth and her eyes widen in shock. "Oh my gosh...Mr.
Nowinski..."

"Still think I can't handle you Molly?" Nowinski asks as he steps between
Molly's legs and proceeds to ram his huge cock into her tight pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmm....ohhhhhhhh!" Molly moans as she rocks back on the surface of the
desk, while she wraps her smooth legs around his waist as he thrusts into
her.

The cocky young Superstar licks his lips as he begins to firmly pump his cock
in and out of Molly Holly's twat as she leans back on the desk and braces her
hands behind herself on the desk.

"Mmmmmmmm...ohhhhhh...ohhhh...Christopher..." Molly Holly moans as she places
her hands onto his arms, while she moves back and forth on the surface of the
desk.

"Mmmmm fuck... no hymen to bust... mmmm but stretching your cunt makes up for
it..." Nowinski groans as he plows his cock repeatedly into Molly's snatch.

"Mmmmmmmm...you're....ahhhhhh my first..." Molly moans as she pushes against
his thrusting cock.

"Mmmmm fuck your first in a while I bet... ahhhh damn..." Nowinski groans as
he quickens the pace of his incredibly firm thrusts.

Molly grits her teeth and tilts her head back as she moves back and forth
against the surface of the desk, with his cock thrusting deeper into her.

The 6'5" 270 pound Superstar lifts Molly up off of the desk and begins to
bounce her up and down on his large pistoning cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhh yeah..." Molly moans and closes her eyes as she
bounces up and down on his cock, following each of his thrusts.

"Mmmm ahhhh... awwww..." Nowinski groans as he rams his cock repeatedly into
Molly's pussy as he holds her up so that she can eagerly bounces on his huge
shaft.

Molly begins to slightly rock back and forth on his cock, grinding her pussy
as she bounces.

"Mmmmm ahhhh..." Christopher Nowinski grunts as he drives his sharply into
the reigning Women's Champion's twat.

"Mmmmmmmm....ohhhhhhhhh!" Molly moans as she bounces on his cock at a quick
pace, with him deeply ramming into her.

"Mmmmm fuck... yeah you're pure alright... ahhhh..." Nowinski groans and
smirks as lustfully bounces on his deeply penetrating cock.

Molly licks her lips and rocks forward on his cock, grinding her wet snatch
down on his shaft.

The Runner-Up for Tough Enough's first season soon lifts Molly off of his
cock and stands her up on her feet. Turning her around to face the desk,
Nowinski bends Molly forward and just as Molly realizes what he intends to
do, she feels Nowinski's Ivy League cock ramming into her juicy round ass.
"The fuck..." Nowinski groans he's surprise that Molly's ass took his cock
easier than her wet pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhh gosh!" Molly moans and grits her teeth as she sharply rocks
forward on her feet, with her juicy ass filled with Nowinski's cock as he
begins to pump into her.

"Ahhhh awww..." Nowinski groans as he grabs Molly's hips as he plows his cock
firmly and deeply into Molly's ass.

"Mmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhh..." Molly moans as she rocks on her feet as she moves
against the desk, with his cock deeply plowing into her juicy ass.

"Ahhhhh awww... mmmm fuck..." Nowinski grunts as he pulls Molly back against
himself as he hammers her ass repeatedly.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh...ohhhhhh yes..." Molly moans as sweat drips down her face.

"Ahhhh awwww fuck... ahhh..." Christopher Nowinski groans as he hammers
Molly's ass with his big meaty cock. Gradually, Nowinski educated dick begins
to throb as he doesn't ease up on his brisk pace of drilling Molly's asshole.

"Mmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhh...ohhhhhh yes!" Molly moans and closes her eyes as she
pushes back with her juicy ass smacking against his waist.

"Ahhh... mmmm awww..." Nowinski groans as he plows his cock until the
throbbing of cock becomes too intense for him to continue. After pulling out
of Molly's asshole, Nowinski begins to stroke it as Molly turns around.

Molly licks her lips and looks at Christopher Nowinski before she lowers
herself down onto the floor in front of him.

"Ahhhh awww fuck..." Christopher Nowinski moans as he strokes his cock as the
normally virtuous Diva tilts her head back as she looks up at him.

Molly places her left hand against his ballsack and begins to fondle his
ballsack, while he
strokes his cock

"Ahhhh... ahhhh..." Nowinski moans as he soon begins to cum, spraying his
load onto Molly's sweat coated face.

"Mmmmmmmmm...." Molly moans and closes her eyes as his warm cum drips down
her face.

"Ahhhh... mmmm fuck..." Christopher Nowinski groans as continues to stroke
his cock until he's finished cumming. Once he's spent, he looks down at
Molly's face which is coated with a mix of sweat and jizz.

"Now, Mr. Nowinski...I believe that we are done here..." Molly says as she
stands up.

"That's it?" Nowinski asks, as he's clearly stunned by how Molly has gone
back to being her 'normal' self.

"I believe so, Mr. Nowinski..." Molly says with a nod of her head. "Good
day..."

-END-


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