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High School Harem Ch. 01

By: fittucker87



High School Harem:

Mindy and Sheri

(Author's Note: All characters, whether described as such or not, are all over 18 years of age. I'm drawing on fantasies from high school too many years ago to admit to, so some things may seem dated. This will hopefully be the first in a series, depending on reception.)

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It was the summer after his junior year in high school, and for Rick Thomas, next year's graduation couldn't come soon enough. Rick was already 18, having started school a year earlier than his classmates. Classmates were a stretch to describe the dynamic between Rick and the other teens he went to school with. He had always been on the outside looking in. Tall, thin, gawky and socially inept, he was the stereotypical geek, but he didn't even fit in with the science club dorks, only being of average intelligence. The previous eleven years had been a blur of last choice for sports, trippings in the hallway, and barely hidden giggles from girls as he slumped around the halls trying vainly to hide the erections that seemed to occur with more and more frequency. Hence the nicknames, which started with "Rick the Dick" and deteriorating from there. 

It was one week before school started, and Rick was currently slumped against the snack bar wall of the small town's local drive-in movie. His parents had forced him out of the house this Saturday night, encouraging him to "go make friends", as if it was that easy. His parents were idiots, he thought, dropping him off at a drive-in, no car, so here he stood, not even able to enjoy the movie. 

Rick had spent all summer in the city, working for his uncle's landscaping company. As a result of the long hours of manual labor and a well-timed growth spurt, his thin frame had filled out considerably and was highlighted by his dark brown tan. He had been pleased to see in the mirror this evening that the end might be in sight for the acne that had plagued him for years. While still of only average looks, the face that had stared back at him from the mirror was only slightly recognizable as his own and he hoped the new anonymity might allow him to make it through a couple of weeks of his senior year untargeted. He slumped even lower, recognizing his neighbor Mindy's car slowly driving past.

Mindy Cain was twenty and a sophomore in college. She was enjoying the last few days of summer break at home before returning to school. Mindy was blonde, blue eyed, beautiful, slutty and busty, the lethal combination ensuring that her teen years had been a piece of cake. A former cheerleader, popular with her classmates and the faculty, especially the male teachers, she was more than aware of her good looks and used them to her advantage. She had always dated whichever boy was the current season's sports star and was not above popping open an extra button on her blouse in order to extract preferential grades. She had found that college wasn't that much different than high school and was becoming more and more confident that her good looks would allow her to coast through life.

"Who's the new guy?"

This came from Sheri Stilson, Mindy's best friend and current passenger. Sheri was twenty as well and roomed with Mindy at college. Where Mindy used her looks to gain her every advantage, Sheri was much more self-deprecating about her looks, though of equally stunning beauty. Taller and slimmer than her friend, she had long black hair and big blue, almost violet eyes, which stood out in stark contrast to her mane. She had been on the drill team in high school, also popular, but relying on her intelligence to get through school, unlike Mindy's shameless flirtations. 

She glanced over at Mindy, as Mindy leaned over the console to get a look at whom she was talking about. Like always, Mindy's blouse gaped open at the neck, giving anyone with passing curiosity an eyeful of her bountiful bosom. Sheri sighed, "Wish I had boobs like Mindy," she thought. "But she doesn't have my movie star mouth!' It had recently been pointed out to Sheri that she and that new actress Julia something or other, had the same wide, full mouth, complete with straight, white teeth. She flashed a big smile at Mindy when Mindy noticed her glance down her blouse.

"Would you quit staring at my boobs, Sheri?" Mindy asked, feigning exasperation.

Sheri rolled her eyes. "Like you mind! Quit hanging them out if you mind so much!"

Mindy giggled and shook her shoulders, causing the exposed tit flesh to ripple and jiggle.

"You're just jealous! Now who are you talking about?" she said, stopping the car. 

Sheri turned and pointed out the window to where Rick slumped against the wall, trying his best to pretend that he didn't notice the two girls talking about him, not thirty feet away.

"I don't know, he doesn't look fam...wait a minute! I think that's Rick the Prick! You know, from down the street!"

Sheri looked closer now. It did look like Mindy's neighbor, but he had definitely changed since she had last seen him over two years ago. She could remember the lustful gazes the gawky teen had given them as they lounged around Mindy's pool while he sweated bullets, push mowing the Cain's lawn. Mindy took endless delight in tormenting the shy boy, but Sheri had frequently taken pity on him, trying to carry on a conversation with him. These often ended awkwardly as inevitably he would sprout an obvious hard on and slump away with Mindy's derisive laughter echoing after him. 

"Wow, he's really grown up," Sheri said, instantly regretting the words as Mindy chuckled.

"Like what you see Sheri?" she teased, noticing the glimmer of interest in her friend's eye. She leaned further over towards the open window. "Oh, Ricky!" she called.

"Stop it Mindy! I was just saying..." Sheri shrank back into her seat, horrified that Mindy was apparently going to get his attention

"What?! You think he's cute, don't you?"

"I didn't say that! He's just, you know, grown up..."

"Oh, Ricky!"

"Cut it out Mindy!"

Rick could hear the two girls plainly and cut his eyes to the car to see Mindy Cain waving him over. He groaned. Just what I need, he thought, more cock teasing. Mindy had forever wiggled suggestively in front of him or flashed him huge portions of cleavage when she knew he was staring, which was often when they had been in school together. He had filled up many a tube sock late at night, fantasizing about his sexy neighbor. He had been enormously relieved upon her graduation and studiously avoided her when she visited home. 

"Hey Ricky! C'mere! We won't bite!"

People at the snack bar were starting to stare, so Rick ducked his head and began shuffling towards the car.

In the car, Sheri turned to Mindy. "Don't you dare embarrass him!" she hissed at her grinning friend as the obviously mortified boy walked slowly over. She turned back.

"Hi Rick! Long time no see! Whatcha doing?"

"Yeah, Ricky. Where's your car? You do know this is a drive-in, right?" Mindy laughed. Sheri elbowed her friend as Rick stopped near the window, his hands shoved into his cutoffs. He shuffled his feet nervously.

"Hi guys," he mumbled and wondered if his mom would come pick him up so soon or if he was expected to stay and endure this torment. From his vantage point, he could see right down Mindy's gaping blouse and his cock began to harden in his pants. He discretely shifted it so it might not be so apparent, but Mindy noticed his furtive movements and teased a long, manicured nail down her collar and slipped it between her creamy mounds of flesh. She pushed her fingertip between the soft valley and brought it back out, before teasing the corner of her mouth with it. Sheri did not notice Mindy's teasing, but Rick's bug eyed reaction was evidence enough.

"Not wearing tube socks tonight, Rick?" Mindy giggled. She had overheard Rick's mother complaining to her own mom about the plastered shut socks years ago and couldn't resist the jab.

Sheri whirled at her friend. "Shit Mindy!" She made up her mind right then to somehow make it up to the humiliated kid for all the years of Mindy's taunting. "Here, get in Rick. You can watch the show with us."

"Sheri! No fucking way!" 

Sheri was already opening the door and bounced out, leaning the passenger seat forward in order to allow Rick to get in the small back seat.

Rick blushed even more furiously. "Uh, aw, no thanks Sheri. I appreciate it though. My friends oughta be here soon."

Sheri looked at the flushed boy. She could tell he was lying. She did feel really bad over the way she had allowed Mindy to treat the boy over the years and saw no better opportunity to right two wrongs than to let him hang out with them. She hoped that maybe just by being seen with the two popular former students, his coolness quotient might be raised. 

It was a friendly, innocent proposal on her part, but to Rick, the idea of sitting in the car with the two beautiful girls was like a dream come true, he could feel his cock hardening even more. He kicked at the ground sheepishly.

"No, really Sheri. That's super nice, but I'll wait for them."

Sheri huffed and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the back seat behind her.

"I insist!" 

Rick had to duck quickly to keep from getting brained by the doorframe as he was hauled into the car. He plopped into the seat, his bare leg contacting Sheri's smooth thigh. When she leaned across him to pull the door shut, he sucked in half the oxygen for a mile radius, her small, soft tits pressing against his arm.

"There! Comfy?" she smiled at him. Rick grinned awkwardly back at the black haired coed.

"God, what a pair of lips," he thought, looking at her full mouth, "I bet she could suck the chrome off a...."

"You've got to be kidding, right?" Mindy huffed from the front seat, turning around to stare at Rick.

"I'm not. So you might as well find someplace to park. Rick is going to be our guest tonight," Sheri said with authority. Mindy muttered under her breath and gunned the car towards the back row of the drive-in, hopeful that no one would see who was in her car. Flicking her eyes to the rear view mirror, as she listened to Sheri chat one-sidedly with Rick, she had to admit that little Ricky had grown up quite a bit since she had seen him last, but still...

Mindy found a parking place and shut off the engine. She rolled her eyes as Rick haltingly told Sheri about his summer. She could see that her friend was showing genuine interest in the geek's ramblings and she threw open the door.

"I'm going to get a drink. You want?" she asked looking at Sheri.

"Yeah, you want anything Rick?"

"Uh, popcorn?" Rick could see the repugnance on Mindy's face and scrambled to pull some money out of his pocket. She huffed and held her hand out, snatching the wrinkled twenty from his hand.

"Your treat geek," she snapped and stomped off.

"I'm sorry she's such a bitch to you Rick," Sheri apologized when she turned back to the boy. "There's no reason for her to act like that."

Rick blushed even redder and shrugged. "It's ok. I don't even notice."

Sheri patted his knee, her hand cool on his leg and didn't notice his bugging eyes as she turned towards the screen and reached out to attach the speaker to the window. "You're nice to act like that, but we both know she has been a shit for a long time."

"You more than make up for it Sheri," Rick said before he could catch himself. He braced himself for a slap, but Sheri just turned and patted his arm.

"Aww, you're adorable!" She suddenly leaned over and chastely kissed his cheek. Her peppermint breath floated over Rick's face and her hair brushed his face as she swung back around. He shifted in his seat, his cock at full mast, desperate that he not creep out Sheri with his woody. She was being so nice to him, he didn't want to ruin it. He sat back and tried to concentrate on the previews, his nose full of Sheri's clean, fresh scent.

Minutes later, Mindy walked back up to the car, struggling with the two drinks and large popcorn. She was disgusted to hear Sheri giggle from the backseat at whatever lame story Rick was stuttering through. She placed the items on the roof and yanked open the door, taking satisfaction in the way Rick jumped in surprise.

"Here are your snacks lovebirds," Mindy sarcastically said, handing back the popcorn and drink. She got in and slumped as far as she could in the seat and still see the screen. A horror movie she had been dying to see was showing and this only pissed her off more. Rick's presence was sure to ruin it.

Sheri giggled again from the back.

"Mindy! Did you know that Rick saw the first Star Wars twenty times?!"

Mindy rolled her eyes. "Why am I not surprised? Watch out if he wants you to put your hair up in buns."

Sheri punched her friend in the shoulder and grabbed a handful of the popcorn Rick was holding in his lap. If Mindy would only give this kid a chance, she thought, she'd see he wasn't the dork he'd been made out to be. While he would never be a suave jock type like Mindy went for, Sheri found his stories entertaining.

"Tell me more about this new Watchmen comic," she prompted Rick.

Rick felt like he was rambling and he was, practically chattering non-stop once Sheri got him talking. He found her easy to talk to, once he got past her beauty, which was hard to do. Her huge blue eyes twinkled when she laughed at his lame jokes and every time she flipped her long black hair, his nose was filled with that clean, fresh smell. Their chatting trailed off as the movie started. 

Rick's eyes were glued to the screen, but he was painfully aware of how Sheri shrank against him each time the hockey mask wearing villain dispatched a victim. Her long, smooth legs rubbed against his as she shifted positions and her B cups brushed his arm from time to time. His dick had been hard for thirty minutes, and while he never wanted this evening to end, he looked forward to the chance to rub one out once he got home.

For her part, Sheri had no idea of the effect she was having on the horny boy. While not as well traveled as Mindy, Sheri had had her share of boyfriends over the years and had quickly gotten tired of their clumsy groping. She was enjoying Rick's company, but only saw him as a friend, an innocent kid who she could maybe pump up their self-confidence with some conversation. 

The next hacking came from a dark closet and Sheri squealed, pressing herself against Rick as the villain disemboweled someone on screen. Without taking her eyes from the screen, she reached down for some more popcorn without being aware that her startled jump had spilled the box on the floorboard.

Rick yelped when he felt Sheri's hand close over the iron bar in his shorts. It pulled back for just a second and then closed back over the fat tube, squeezing tentatively. He cut his eyes at Sheri, whose eyes were no longer on the movie screen, but glued to the fabric stretching monster in his lap. 

When her hand first contacted the huge, hard lump, Sheri instantly knew what it was; having had her hand forced into enough slobbering boys' laps to know. She jerked her hand back quickly, but curiosity brought it back. "Damn, he's hung!" she thought, her nipples instantly stiffening inside her tight, white T. Small enough that she rarely wore a bra, she could feel the scratch of her shirt against the sensitive tips as they strained outwards. She timidly gripped the thick shaft, feeling its heat burn her palm through the denim fabric. Even in the darkened interior, she could see the length of the broad cock snaking down his thigh. She ran her hand down the pulsing cylinder to where the corpulent head lay, not two inches north of where his cutoffs ended. Slowly she slid her cool fingers under the edge of the fabric.

When she dropped her hand down on his hard cock, Rick was sure that he was going to shoot off in his pants. This was only the second hand to ever touch his hard on, the first being...well, you know. Sheri seemed to be fascinated, not disgusted by his erection as she slid her hand down, squeezing the bursting tube tenderly. It took all of his self-control not to cum at the first touch of her cool fingertips as she slipped her hand underneath his shorts.

Totally unaware as to what was going on behind her, Mindy called over her shoulder, "Don't let him try the hole in popcorn box trick Sheri!" This startled the two, not enough that Sheri withdrew her hand, but enough that she raised her eyes to look at Rick. He was breathing heavily through his mouth, his eyes wide, and the whites of his irises visible in the dark. When she withdrew her hand, he was sure that his first, albeit abbreviated, hand job was done.

Sheri raised her finger to her lips to shush him and felt the heat of his cock still on her skin. Shocking herself with her boldness, she reached down and began to unsnap his pants.

Rick's heart pounded wildly in his chest as Sheri slid his zipper down and folded back his pants. He watched as her hand slid into the opening and closed around his shaft. His eyes flicked to hers, but her attention was focused on the big tube she was hauling out into the opening.

"Fuck me, that's huge," she whispered as the enormous pole waggled in her fist. It jutted above her fist menacingly and she was sure that there was room enough for her to stack her other hand on top with room to spare. She licked her lips unthinkingly, further inciting Rick's passion at the sight of her pink tongue teasing her impossibly full lips. She looked at him again.

"Can I?" she asked. Not trusting his voice, Rick adamantly nodded his head. It would take an army to stop him at this point. He bit back a whimper as the sexy girl began to slowly whip her hand up and down his aching pole. 

Sheri couldn't get over how fucking big the hard cock felt in her hand. The skin was smooth and soft, underlain with his spongy hardness. As her hand crested the top, a big droplet of cum oozed from the tip, she opened her hand and spread the goo over the tip with her palm. Sneaking a look at Mindy, who was engrossed in the movie, Sheri risked licking her palm, intending to only lubricate her act. The salty flavor of him was a pleasant side affect as she began to slowly pump him, her eyes glued to the towering prick.

Rick's eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned, much louder than he intended. This unfortunately got Mindy's attention and she swung around.

"What are you two...?" Her words trailed off at the sight of her best friend's hand filled with Rick's pink missile. She looked at Sheri who seemed to not even notice their discovery. When she looked up at Rick, his mouth dropping open in shock, she overwhelmed his attempts at holding out and his hips pumped up off the seat cushion.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" he gasped.

"What the hell?!" Mindy managed to get out before the first salvo leapt from his blooming cock and splattered wetly against the ceiling of her car. With a barely stifled whimper, Sheri dropped her head, her full lips parting wide to encompass the exploding cock. She had never had a cock in her mouth, much less one shooting glob after glob of cum onto the back of her tongue. His output quickly overwhelmed her and she pulled back, the last shot grazing her cheek and clinging stickily. She continued to pump his reeling snake, her mouth still full of his hot, salty load. She closed her eyes, moaning in lust as she struggled to swallow the immense load. She opened her eyes to see Rick staring at her with something like reverence.

"Have you two lost your fucking minds?!" Mindy screeched, looking at the big wet stain on her upholstered roof. "You're paying to clean that shithead!" she said to Rick.

"Mindy? Mindy!"

Sheri's voice startled Mindy out of her rant. "What!?!"

"Drive to the park. Now."

"No fucking way. Were not leaving 'til..."


High School Harem Ch. 01



"Mindy, now! And maybe I'll let you have a turn." Where this was coming from, Sheri didn't know, but she knew that she had to have this big cock in her, the sooner the better.

"You'll let me what?" Mindy said dazedly and then her eyes focused for the first time on the size of the big club jutting up out of Sheri's fist. She gasped. "Fuck me! Where have you been hiding that one?!" Without taking her eyes off the still hard monstrosity, she cranked the car and dropped it in drive, peeling out and almost pulling the speaker out as it clattered off the car to the ground. She nearly hit another car before directing her attention back to driving. As they sped out of the drive-in, a cloud of dust following, Mindy adjusted her rear-view to watch Sheri continue her pud pulling. Unable to control herself, Mindy blindly reached back and gripped the big shaft, the car swerving and almost going into the ditch.

"Hey!" Rick squeaked, concern for his safety momentarily overcoming his amazement at his current situation. "Watch where you're going!"

"Fine!" Mindy hissed, returning both hands to the wheel. She was amazed at how quickly the sight and feel of the gigantic organ overwhelmed her feelings towards Rick. He may be a geek, she thought, but he's a geek with a great big cock. "But I get the next one!"

"Just keeping it ready for you," Sheri whispered her hand still full of the hot cock. As her pumping continued, she tilted her head towards Rick and offered him her glistening lips. Without a thought, he smashed his mouth to hers and they moaned loudly into each other's open mouths, their tongues slip sliding rapidly.

Mindy was thankful no cops were on their side of town as she broke every speed limit posted and slid into the secluded teen parking area in record time. The heavily wooded area was open in places, allowing one to pull their car between the close set trees and giving a modicum of privacy. They had the entire area to themselves tonight, however, as everyone else was still at the drive-in.

Mindy slammed the gear lever in park and punched the trunk release button. She was out of the car in a flash, snatching a blanket from the trunk and shaking it out, just behind the car. Rick was the first to hesitantly step from the car, his pants still unbuttoned, his protruding tool waggling in the fresh air. Mindy looked at him hotly and dropped to her knees whipping her blouse over her head. She fumbled with the rear clasp of her bra, her attention centered on the big shaft making its way slowly towards her as Rick shuffled forward. 

"Get out of those clothes boy and help me with this," she hissed. Rick rushed to take off his own shirt, exposing his newly formed, hard muscles. Mindy looked him over appreciatively as he bent and pushed his shorts and underwear down, stepping out of his checkerboard Vans. He stood awkwardly, not sure what to do next. Mindy eyed the twitching snake and the big balls dangling underneath. Her mouth watered at the sight and she swiped her hand across it before she started drooling. "Get that thing over here."

As Rick stood before her, she found it easier to center her gaze on the drooling pole rather than look up and acknowledge just who she was about to suck off. She reached back and was finally able to unclasp her bra. Rolling her shoulders forward, she shrugged it to the ground.

"Wow!" was all Rick could think at the first sight of Mindy's uncovered beauties. They were full and firm, riding high on her chest. The light brown areolas were small, the size of half dollars and her small, hard nipples jutted out and up slightly. Mindy gathered the mounds in her hands and squeezed them together enticingly. She spoke without looking at him. "Worth the wait?"

"Uh huh," Rick muttered. All the years of imagining what Mindy Cain's big tits looked like paled in comparison to the real thing, now glowing before him in the soft moonlight. He watched breathlessly as she lifted her large orbs alternately and licked her stiff nipples.

"Now you're just showing out," Sheri said behind him, startling him. Mindy giggled and shook the big cans.

"Wanna fuck 'em?" she offered. In response, Rick almost knocked her to the ground, bolting forward and pumping his aching cock between her offered pillows.

"Slow down Opie!" Mindy huffed, regaining her balance and squeezing her soft mams tightly around the violently pumping prick. The oversized pole seared the valley of her boobs as it pistoned back and forth rapidly. She dropped her head and drooled a long strand of saliva into the deep chasm, greasing his progress. When Rick's thrusts showed no sign of slowing, Mindy looked up and regarded him dubiously. "You'd better have a whole lot saved up, 'cause I'm not settling for..."

Rick reached down and crammed her head onto his pumping prick, the head slipping between her red lips and sliding forward until its progress was halted by her throat. Mindy coughed and retched, almost choking on the spongy knob. She sputtered and fell back, gasping for air.

"You little shit! You almost fucking choked me!" she spluttered.

Rick dropped to his knees between her splayed legs and wildly thrust his prick at her pink gash, his hands tightly holding her knees. Thankfully, before he tore her a new one, Mindy grabbed the bucking prick and pointed it in the right direction. He promptly sunk half of his length into her, causing both parties to moan loudly. Rick's first pussy did not disappoint, bathing his pole with wet heat. He could feel her strong pelvic muscles fluttering, struggling to accommodate the big intruder. His eyes were glazed over, his mind a whirl of emotions. One second he was imagining the many years of torment at the hands of this busty vixen, and wanting nothing more than to fuck her mercilessly. The next he was almost overcome with gratitude at her allowing him, geeky little Ricky, to fuck her. He felt Sheri's cool hands on his shoulders.

"Slow down Rick. Enjoy it, take your time." This brought him out of his trance and he focused on the wiggling body underneath him. A slight grimace creased Mindy's face as she wiggled her hips in an effort to adapt to him. He pulled back until only his big knob remained lodged. Mindy blew out a breath and looked up.

"Give me a second, huh?!"

"Sorry," Rick muttered. Mindy reached down and shifted his pole with her hand. She sighed and wiggled her ass.

"Ok," she nodded, "But slow!"

Rick began to slowly pump his hips back and forth, working more and more of his immense baton deeper into Mindy's tight cunt. Her legs came up and wrapped around his hips once his big balls slapped against her ass.

"Fuck me now. Fuck me hard geek," she goaded. Rick's eyes flashed and he braced himself on both arms, instantly hitting top speed between her soft thighs, the wet smacks echoing off the surrounding trees.

"Fuuuuuuccccckkkk me!" Mindy screamed, her senses over loaded by the hard battering she was receiving. Her fat boobs bounced and shook between them. She reached down and began to rub her stiff clit. She had never felt so stuffed, so full. It would be a miracle if she could walk away from this one under her own power, she thought right before her pussy gushed and convulsed around the bulky pole.

Her nails dug into Rick's lean back muscles, raking him. He threw his head back and howled with her. Amazingly, he was able to stave off his own eruption as Mindy bucked and twisted against him. Presently she slumped back and lay under him gasping as he slowly continued to pump into her.

"Oh....my.....God," she managed.

"Uh, thanks," Rick said. Maybe there was hope for him after all he thought, watching the satisfied, well fucked former cheerleader writhe beneath him.

"My turn stud."

Rick had almost forgotten about Sheri and he lurched to his feet turning to her. She had removed her own clothes and stood demurely in front of him, hand on her hips, one foot poised in front of the other. Her legs were long and lean, capped by a small, tight ass. Stacked on top of this was a flat mid-section above which two apple sized tits jutted enticingly. Her long hair hung down past her shoulders and her big smile lit up the night. The sight of the slim, sexy lass enflamed his desire further and he bumbled forward, almost toppling her. In self defense, she clung to him and wrapped her smooth legs around him, allowing his forward progress to be halted by the back bumper of the car. She reached back and slammed the trunk. Seating herself, she reached between them and managed to position his cock at her entrance.

Whimpering softly she felt the big knob sink into her tight pussy, bulling past the soft pink lips. Sheri dropped her head back and moaned loudly. Rick began to fervently lick and suck at her neck. His hands found her narrow hips and held her tight, pumping his hips slowly. Her walls enclosed him so tightly that he was amazed she didn't peel his cock like a banana. Luckily, she was a squirter, her juices bathing his shaft as it spurred forward.

The two young lovers soon found a rhythm, Sheri's hands gripping his shoulders and his hands coming up to cup and squeeze her cute boobs. He thumbed the big pink nipples and dropped his mouth onto one, sucking it into his mouth.

"That's it Rick. Suck my tits. Oh, you're fucking me so good baby. So good." She gasped as his spongy knob bounced off her cervix. "Fuck me faster, please, I need it. Please, please, please..." Her voice trailed off into whimpers and grunts as Rick sped up. His eyes glazed over and he could feel his balls coiling in his sack. Sweat dripped off his forehead onto Sheri's chest as she clung to him.

"Oh, oh, I'm gonna cum, baby, that's it!" she screamed. 

Rick started to pull away, but with a growl, Sheri pulled him back.

"Cum in me, please cum in me, I'm on the pill!"

That was all it took and Rick's pistol fired off round after round deep into Sheri. She could feel the hot splashes inside of her and it triggered her own intense orgasm. Wailing, she writhed against him, absorbing his hard thrusts.

As they slowed, the couple clung to each other, breathing heavily.

"That shit better not take the paint off," Mindy muttered behind them, watching Rick's impressive output drip wetly from between Sheri's thighs to drop onto the trunk lid. 

"How was the movie?" Sheri's younger sister Amy asked when she wobbled home an hour later.

Sheri stopped in the hall and regarded her sister curled up on the couch. As good as Rick had made her feel earlier, she felt the need to repay him even more.

"Hey, isn't Rick Thomas in your class?"

To be continued?



High School Harem Ch. 02



(Author's Note: All characters, whether described as such or not, are all over 18 years of age. This is a continuing series of fantasies harbored since my own high school years. Enjoy.)

Amy, Leanne, Beth

Rick Thomas slunk through the halls of his high school, glancing at each clock he passed, willing time to speed up and rescue him, at least until he had to do it all over again on Monday. Since the beginning of his senior year, the brown haired teens' days had marginally improved. As it was, he kept to himself, eating his lunch in the farthest corner of the cafeteria, bolting from class to class and fleeing the premises as soon as the dismissal bell rang. There was no sense tempting fate.

Over the summer, his rail thin frame had filled out considerably, helped by Mother Nature and his labors on his uncle's landscaping crew. He hadn't been tripped once in the hallway by the football jocks, though their insults and jeers still chased him down the hallway as he scurried like a frightened mouse looking for cover. The biggest improvement seemed to be with the girls in the school. Gone were their sneers and teases, replaced by something akin to acceptance. He still saw them whisper and giggle to their girlfriends while looking his way, but it had a different air to it. He wondered if it had anything to do with what had happened between him and Mindy Cain and Sheri Stilson a week before school started.

Since that glorious night, Rick had filled countless tube socks late at night with re-enactments of his first time with a girl, much less two girls! He spent the first couple of weeks afterwards snatching up the phone at home every time it rang, praying it would be one of the beautiful coeds calling for a rematch. It soon became clear to him that it was a one time occurrence and they had gone back to their lives as college students with nary a thought of geeky little Ricky.

The fact of the matter was that the night of passion had a big impact on the two friends, especially Sheri. She had wanted many times to pick up the phone and call Rick, if not for a blatant hook-up, then just to talk to the shy young man. She had felt a connection with Rick and not just through his big cock. Sheri however, had used all her powers of resistance, honoring her promise to her younger sister Amy. Upon limping home, fresh from getting fucked by the big dicked kid, she had regaled her sister with tales of the prowess of the bashful boy. Amy had made Sheri promise to keep the information to herself. Part of Amy was mortified that her sexy older sister had slept with Rick, but the other part of her was curious as to what could have been so captivating as to compel her to do so. Amy had gone to school with Rick since grade school and the thought of fucking him was beyond repugnant, but to hear Sheri talk...

Amy was currently leaning against her locker, scanning the hallway for her timid classmate. Eighteen years of age, Amy was of average height, thin for her frame, with long brown hair. She shared her most interesting attributes with her older sister, Sheri. She had big blue eyes and a sensuous mouth, her lips full and pouty. It had taken her almost a month to work up the courage to approach Rick and she had waited until just before last period to do so. She spotted him creeping his way through the crowded hallway, his books clutched to his chest and his eyes glued to the floor. She took a deep breath and reached out to tap his shoulder as he shot past her.

"Can I talk to you a minute, Rick?" she asked. 

Rick whirled around and took a defensive step backwards. His reaction was understandable given that the only time anyone talked directly to him at school it was to harass or tease him. He relaxed slightly, seeing that it was Amy Stilson. He had known Amy forever and had to admit she had never openly abused him like most people. She just acted like he wasn't even there. He took a deep breath and gulped.

"H-h-hi Amy." His first thought was she might be contacting him on Sheri's behalf. But why would Sheri go through her sister? Could there be something wrong? What if she was pregnant? She had said she was on the p...

"How's your week been Rick?" Amy said sweetly. He could smell the spearmint gum she was chewing and he lost himself for a moment watching those full, poufy lips work. He snapped back when he heard her sigh dramatically.

"Uh, I'm sorry. What'd you say?" he stammered.

"Never mind," she said.

Amy flipped her brown hair about her shoulders and cut quick looks up and down the hall. Most of the students had filed into their classes and it didn't appear anyone was taking an interest in her conversation with Rick. She leaned closer to him. Rick reflexively leaned away, but when Amy cocked an eyebrow in exasperation at him, he hesitantly leaned back.

"Can you keep a secret?" she whispered. He nodded. "My parents are out of town tonight and my dad just stocked up the fridge with beer. You wanna come over and knock back a couple? Maybe watch a movie?"

Rick was totally flummoxed at her request. "Why?" he asked.

Amy got a semi-hurt look on her face and turned to leave. Rick scrambled to stop her.

"No, no, no. I mean, why me?" 

Amy's face relaxed and she shrugged. "Sheri told me she talked to you at the movies a few weeks ago and I thought it was about time we got to know each other better. She said you're a pretty interesting guy," she said stretching the truth. Sheri had said he was interesting, but Amy edited the part about her knowledge of his fat dick.

Rick's first thought was, "Would Sheri have told Amy about their liaison? Surely not." His next was that he was overanalyzing the invitation. He definitely didn't have any plans for the evening and it would be nice to spend it with someone his own age and not his overbearing parents.

"S-s-sure! I'd like that! What time?"

"Say about nine," Amy said. "And keep it to yourself. I don't want a bunch of people raiding my dad's fridge."

Rick grinned and mimed zipping his lips and throwing away a key.

Amy had to struggle to keep from rolling her eyes. She smiled back and headed for class, Rick's eyes glued to her tight little ass as she walked away. He then turned and headed in the other direction, a definite skip in his step.

Out of sight to the two conspiring teens, Amy's best friends, Leanne Walsh and Beth Rierson, had curiously watched them, wondering what had gotten into their friend. They looked at each other quizzically and rushed to catch up to Amy.

"Hey Ames! What the hell was that all about? You and Rick the Dick got a hot date tonight?" Leanne teased; bumping her round ass against Amy's hip when they caught her. Leanne was slightly shorter than her friend and curvier. She had the type of body you knew she would have to fight a weight battle with later in life. As a teen though, she carried it well, her hips and rear arced away from her body deliciously and it was generally accepted throughout the male students that she had the best ass in school. Her upper body couldn't keep pace with her lower, though she sported a nice handful of chest flesh. She was blue eyed and blonde, often times keeping her hair in a long braid, as it was now. She toyed with her hair as she waited for Amy's explanation. 

"Yeah," Beth parroted, "Is that your new boyfriend?" Amy and Leanne rolled their eyes at their friend. Beth was definitely the third wheel in the group, following Amy and Leanne's lead in everything. She was the same height as Leanne, but heavier, carrying all of the extra weight in her chest, which she tried vainly to cover up with bulky sweaters and voluminous tops. She was painfully aware of her big tits, each the size of volleyballs, and it was the rapid blossoming of them that led to her dropping out of cheerleading in high school. She couldn't endure the hoots and whistles of the boys when she ran across the gym at pep rallies or games, their calls of "Hey, nice jugs!" burning her ears. She wore little makeup as one more way to not distinguish herself, but in reality, she didn't need it. Her complexion was milky white, with long black hair and blue eyes. Picture a chubby Snow White and you'd be dead on. 

"Cut it out guys," Amy said defensively. "Rick's a nice guy."

"Since when?" Leanne guffawed. "I don't think I've ever seen you exchange two words with him and now you're inviting him over to watch movies and drink your dad's beer? What's really going on? I thought we were going out to the lake tonight? Somebody said Scott's got a keg."

"Maybe some other time," Amy said, rushing towards her class as the tardy bell began to sound. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Leanne and Beth just stared in wonder at their friend.

"Something's up and were gonna find out what it is," Leanne said to Beth as they turned and headed to their own class. 

Rick's mentioning at dinner that he was going over to a classmate's home to watch movies quickly became the center of the Thomas' dinner conversation that night. His parents were thrilled that he might be coming out of his shell and urged him to stay as late as he wanted. 

At precisely nine o'clock Rick stood on Amy's front step, awkwardly clutching the 2 liter soda his mother had insisted he take. He turned and waved his mother and dad away furiously as they sat in their car at the curb, eagerly watching their son. They waved and pulled away before he turned back to ring the door bell. He had assured them he would call for a ride or get Amy to bring him home later.

As the bell echoed inside the home, he conducted a breath self-test and checked to make sure his fly wasn't open right before the door opened. 

"Hey Rick! Come on in!" Amy chirped, leaning out to pull him bodily into the foyer before he was spotted by any passersby. She was looking on this night as kind of like having a vibrator in your bed side drawer: it was nice to have it there when you needed it, but you really didn't want to advertise its existence.

"I, uh, brought a drink," Rick admitted sheepishly, thrusting the bottle towards her. Amy smiled at his awkwardness. He had gotten kind of cute over the summer, she admitted to herself and if what Sheri had told her was true, then tonight should be fun. She had threatened Sheri with bodily harm if she was lying to her about Rick's dick and was eager for some confirmation before investing too much time entertaining the geeky teen boy.

In order to get the ball rolling quickly, Amy had purposely dressed in as little as possible. She wore a thin, white T shirt, two sizes too small for her. It clung tightly to her chest, accentuating her apple sized boobs. Right before opening the door, she had pinched and twisted her nipples, instantly hardening them. They jutted out in sharp relief against her shirt and the fabric was so thin, you could see the brownness of her nipples. The shirt ended inches short of her tight, baby blue wind shorts (sans panties of course), exposing her belly button. She shamelessly stretched her arms over her head, further exposing her flat stomach and drawing Rick's widening eyes down her torso. She noticed him nervously shuffling his feet and set the hook further by turning and beckoning him to follow her into the living room. Amy could feel his eyes burning into her twisting ass as she walked over and gestured to the couch.

"Make yourself comfy. I'll get us a couple of beers," she purred and walked out to the kitchen.

Rick's cock had been at half mast since he'd been invited over by the nubile girl and her blatant clothing and stretching had only exacerbated the situation into a full blown lumber mill in his pants. He reached down and positioned his hard pole straight up, under the waist band of his shorts and made sure his shirt would cover the pulsing head before he sat on the leather couch. "Could lightning strike twice?" he excitedly thought, "Or was this simply just an innocent invitation to hang out?" He eagerly awaited Amy's return.

Amy sashayed back into the room, stopping just beside him, her bare leg contacting his. Rick reflexively pulled away, but she stepped forward, bringing them back in contact. He left his leg there this time, hesitantly looking up at her as she extended a long neck beer towards him.

"I hope light beer is ok," she said, smiling broadly down at the red faced boy, a thin line of perspiration visible on his brow. "So, my little parade is getting to him," she thought as he reached up and took the beer, nodding his head. Amy sat down on the couch, cocking herself on one hip, her body pressed tightly against the lean, wiry frame of her target.

Rick could feel the softness of Amy's firm left boob pressed against his right arm, the hard nipple boring a hole into his bicep. She was sitting so close to him that her left shoulder and arm were lodged underneath his arm and he could feel a trickle of sweat from his forehead begin to make its way down his temple. He licked his lips nervously. The two teens merely sat there in silence for a few long moments, until Amy kicked off her flip flops and began to run her manicured toes up and down Rick's right calf.

"Uh, Movie?" he ventured. Rick usually never spoke unless spoken to, but Amy's proximity to him had made even the waist band technique uncomfortable. He was hoping she would have to get up and retrieve a remote, allowing him the opportunity to re-readjust himself, though he didn't know where to.

Amy was in the process of curling herself around him like a snake and his question caught her off guard. "What?" she said looking up at him. He nodded towards the dark TV screen.

"Movie?" 

He felt like a mono-syllabic Neanderthal, but Amy's lush, warm body was overriding even his usual two word sentence structure. He cut a glance at her face and thought he detected the same lustful look he had seen in her sister's eyes when she was jacking his big cock. Lord knows he had replayed the scene enough times, but he wondered if his imagination was getting the better of him.

Unbeknownst to him, it wasn't, as Amy could feel her crotch heating up and getting moist just from rubbing against the lean muscled youth. She got her bearings and spied the remote on the couch armrest past Rick. Rather than ask him to retrieve it, she leaned her body over his lap and grabbed for it.

Rick sucked in a lungful of breath as Amy's midsection sunk down on his throbbing stake. By now, his cockhead was protruding above his shorts and he was certain that she had to feel its spongy hardness rubbing against her tummy. Thankfully his shirt still covered the tip.

Amy definitely felt the big lump pressing into her abdomen as she picked up the remote. "Jackpot!" she thought. "Wow! Sheri wasn't exaggerating!" Rather than sit back up, she swung her legs onto the couch and lay across him on her stomach.

"I'm not hurting you am I, Rick?" she asked innocently as she directed the remote and cued up the just released VHS of "Sixteen Candles". When he didn't reply, she turned her head to look up at his beet red face. She smiled sweetly, her big blue eyes sparkling mischievously. 

"Erm, no. Fine," he grunted. She boldly winked and rolled back, facing away from him, resting her head on her left hand.

They stayed this way through the opening credits, no sound in the room except for the movie, before Amy took the next step, laying her warm hand on Rick's right thigh. His eyes got even wider, feeling her idly pet and stroke his upper leg. Curiosity was overwhelming what little restraint Amy had left and her hand drifted higher, pushing the bottom of his T shirt higher and higher until the bottom edge of his waist band was exposed. Both of the teens already rapid breathing sped up, Rick knowing what she would uncover if she continued, and Amy eager to find out. She audaciously grasped his shirt between her fingers and lifted it, exposing the purplish pulsing head peeking above his shorts. The head was broad and fat, flexing rapidly as his heart pounded.

"Oh my!" she breathed. "You are a big boy, aren't you!?" She brazenly wet her forefinger in her salivating mouth and teased it over the tip. Rick groaned deep in his chest and his head dropped back against the couch.

"What're the odds?" he blearily thought, not even contemplating that this was a set-up. He could feel Amy's finger idly trace the shape of his mushroom knob. His cum swollen balls gave a lurch, coughing up a creamy glob of juice at the tip. He watched as if in slow motion. Amy lowered her head towards the exposed bone and began to drag her wet, pink tongue over him. She gathered up the salty output and savored it on her tongue. "Yummy!" she thought and began to poke the edge of her tongue into the blooming slit. Rick's balls began to give her a steady supply of his salty goodness which she eagerly consumed. Her soft, slippery tongue felt so good on his overheated cock. Eager to feel more of her mouth, Rick lifted his hips and tried to push down his shorts without dislodging her, but Amy swung her body to the carpet between his legs and reached up to assist. 

The movie droned on in the background and Amy thought, "Now THAT'S a Long Duck Dong," when the fat shaft cleared his shorts. She wrestled them off his legs and flung them over her shoulder, pegging the sleeping cat that fled the scene with a screech. 

Rick pulled his shirt off and sat back against the couch, opening his legs wider as Amy rested her palms on his legs and simply stared in awe as his drooling scepter hugged his stomach, hovering over the belly button. Below, his full balls sloshed in their sack, eager to unload their creamy contents. Rick had wisely drained himself before coming over, "Huh, huh, I said coming", he thought, not thinking he was going to get this lucky, only wanting to stave off anything that might inadvertently arise. 

Amy leaned down and blew a stream of warm breath over his crotch, her eyebrows knitting in amusement at his excited reaction. "Now what am I supposed to do about this?" Amy naively asked, looking up at him. Rick gulped.

"Suck it?" he volunteered.

Amy seemed to contemplate the request for a second, her eyes drinking in the sight of the meal that lay before her. "Okay!" she said brightly before dropping down to suck one of his ponderous balls between her lips. The big orb filled her mouth and she rolled her tongue over the crinkly skin of his sack as she tenderly sucked on it. She closed her eyes and moaned. She dropped the now glistening sphere and switched to the other, repeating the act. Once she had his low hanging sack slathered in her spit, she pressed her face into his crotch, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled his male scent. Amy then pulled back and took his cock in her hand, lifting it alongside her cheek and smiling demurely at Rick.

Rick took pride in the discrepancy between the hugeness of his long prong and Amy's face. It stretched from where her chin rested on his balls to halfway up her forehead. She positioned it in front of her mouth and flattened her tongue out on the underside, wiggling it enticingly. 

"I don't think I'll be able to take all this big old cock in my little mouth," Amy whispered, fluttering her eyelashes seductively.

"Th-tha-that's ok," Rick managed as her saliva oozed off her snaking tongue and dripped down the shaft, further coating his balls. Amy pursed her lips and tilted her head, skimming her full, wet lips up the tube until the fat head rested on her chin.

"Can I just suck on the head a little?" she implored. Rick could only nod enthusiastically. Amy leaned over and took a deep breath, opening her mouth wide and extending her pink tongue out. She eased her lips over the thick head and closed them at its ridge and began to suck enthusiastically upon the iron hot knob. Her hollowed cheeks bulged around the thick mushroom, her tongue whirling about the spongy flesh.




High School Harem Ch. 02



Rick mentally checked a "To Do" off his list of things to accomplish before he died. "My first blowjob!" he eagerly thought. He didn't count Sheri's cum catching or his involuntary choking of Mindy. This was what he had always thought a blowjob would be. He didn't know how many cocks Amy had sucked before, nor did he care. All he cared about that she was sucking on his right now. And doing what he surmised was a pretty good job of it!

Amy hummed low in her throat as she avidly mouthed Rick's cock. He was oozing copious amounts of precum onto her lashing tongue which she swallowed as fast as it was offered. She pulled her lips off with a wet pop. Sitting back, she reached down, grasping her T shirt which she whipped over her head, exposing her cute little boobs. Reaching back she began to jack his prick while Rick leaned forward and cupped and squeezed her breasts. A little overeager, he pinched her nipples a little hard. 

"Oww!" she yelped.

"Sorry!" Rick said, yanking his hands back. Amy smiled knowingly. She had had enough inexperienced hands yank on her tits that she recognized a novice when she felt one. She reached out and guided his strong hands back to her chest.

"Here, let me show you," she offered and instructed him on how to cup and mold the soft flesh and how to stroke and tease the rigid nipples for maximum pleasure. After a few moments, she let him take back over and leaned over his looming staff. She drooled a long string of saliva onto the head and began to work it in with her hand.

"So...so...so nasty," Rick muttered, watching her spit another glob into her palm. Amy grinned devilishly.

"Oh you haven't seen nasty yet." She smacked her lips and opened wide, sliding him back into her piping hot mouth. Working in conjunction, she jacked the bottom portion of his cock while she tossed and twisted her head around, her hair flying about. Rick reached down and tried to tuck her hair behind her ears. She stopped and looked up. 

"You wanna watch me suck this cock, don't ya?" she teased. Rick nodded eagerly, so Amy obliged him by gathering up her tresses in her hand. "Here, hold my hair." He used both hands to hold her hair up in a rudimentary ponytail as she resumed her sucking. 

Rick was beside himself with excitement, watching her long neck work up and down, tossing her head up and down the top third of his dick. Slowly, she began to work more into her mouth until she felt the broad head hit her throat. There was no way she was going to get any more in there, but she got points for trying. As she pushed forward, her lips fluttered open around him. She tried for more, but coughed hard on the intruder and drew back, thick, viscous spit connecting her lips to his cock. Amy gathered it in her palm and lubed him up more.

"Ya wanna fuck me?" she pointlessly inquired, her blue eyes twinkling. Getting his by now familiar nod, she stood and pushed her shorts and panties to the ground, kicking them away. Rick licked his lips at the sight of the wispy brown hair covering the pink lips barely visible to his eye. Amy noticed his hungry expression.

"You ever dine at the Y, Rick?" Seeing his perplexed look, she clarified, "Pussy. Do you eat pussy?" What a dork, she thought, though with that big cock he qualified on two levels of dorkdom.

"Yes, I mean, I, uh, haven't, you know, I'd like to..."

"Okay, okay, I get it," she said cutting off his ramble. She stepped onto the couch, straddling him and bringing her muff to eye level. "No time like the present to learn." She palmed his head and pulled him closer. "Lick it, don't bite it."

Rick inhaled her musky scent and extended his tongue dragging it through the wet outer folds of her pussy. The taste was tangy, but sweet and he pressed closer and began to wiggle his tongue, her juices flowing into his mouth.

"Wow, for a beginner, he's not bad," Amy thought. She hadn't found many teenage boys who were adept at this art, preferring the more experienced and tender tongues of her girlfriends to...

Rick's hyperactive tongue flicked over her stiff clit, setting off pops of pleasure in her brain. "Oooooh, that's it Rick! Right there, but not so much. Suck it a little." Rick sucked the little stem of flesh between his lips and sucked it tenderly. He reached up and grabbed her soft ass cheeks, bracing her and pressing her tighter against his sucking face. Amy used the opportunity to squeeze and mold her breasts, heightening her pleasure. She mewled and cooed, feeling him suck her sensitive cunt lips. She groaned loudly and reached down with one hand to encourage him. Rick didn't need any encouragement. "Chalk off another To Do", he thought.

Amy felt the tremors between her thighs and knew she was close. "Put a finger in that pussy Rick. No, put two. I gotta get ready for that big dick." He clumsily poked around for a few seconds until she guided his fingers home. Her cunt flowered open as he thrust his digits forward and back rapidly. With a squeal, Amy came hard on his tongue and fingers. She hunched her hips forward, grinding herself against his face. Rick greedily sucked down her copious juices until her hips jerked and shuddered and she drew back. She looked down at his glistening face and expectant brown eyes.

"Niiiiiice job. Now let Amy take over." She squatted down and grasped his rigid pole and held it aloft. Working the big head back and forth, she coated it with her pussy juice. She inserted him at her opening and began to slowly bounce up and down. Her hole flowered open to accept the big visitor as she sunk down. Rick was thrilled at the tight, wet feeling of Amy's gash and he grasped her bouncing hips, encouraging her to take more.

"Not so fast there cowboy," Amy warned. "I'll get there soon enough." She worked her hips around and up and down, sinking further with each move. Presently she had half of the giant cock in her and lowered her legs, resting on her knees astride him. Amy put her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward. The two teen's mouths came together, licking and sucking each others' tongue. She cradled his head and pressed his mouth to her breasts. Rick's mouth opened and sucked the tender flesh between his lips as Amy began to avidly bounce upon him.

"Yeah, fuck me motherfucker! Fuck me hard," she goaded. Rick began to pump his hips up off the sweaty leather couch, their combined perspiration slicking the surface. "Fuck me like the cheap slut I am," Amy screamed. She'd never felt so full of cock. It seemed she could feel every ridge and vein on the monster as it pumped smoothly up in her. She wasn't sure where her language came from and neither did the two unseen pair of eyes peering around the corner of the kitchen avidly watching the copulating pair.

Leanne and Beth had slipped into the house right about the time the cat fled the scene, almost tripping over the frightened feline. They watched their best friend in amazement take the immense teen cock deep in her mouth before getting what looked like a first class head job. By the time they watched her bounce and jerk atop Rick, they both had their hands in their own shorts, rubbing themselves eagerly. This was the first fucking they had witnessed, but they had all three experimented on each other, as alluded to earlier. Leanne was an admitted cock hound and her thoughts centered on how she was going to get in on this. Beth was a cock virgin and committed to stay that way, satisfying her urges with her own hand and her friends' tongues when the opportunity was there. In her eagerness though to see the impossibly big cock now smacking in and out of Amy's weeping hole, Beth leaned over too far and the peepers fell into the living room. 

Amy squealed and popped off of Rick, almost breaking his cock off at the base, certain that her parents had busted them. She curled up at the end of the couch, covering what she could, while Rick doubled over and groaned. When she realized who it was and what they had been doing, her eyes flashed with fury and embarrassment.

"What the fuck!? What are ya'll doing here?!" she screamed.

Leanne huffed and pushed Beth's corpulent body off hers. "Watching you fuck Rick Thomas, what do you think?"

Amy's mouth gaped and shut, gaped and shut. "Well...well...well get out of here! I can't believe you two! Don't you have any common..."

"Uh, uh, not for a second," Leanne countered, getting to her feet. "I for one am not leaving until I get a crack at that whopper. What about you Beth?"

Beth shook her head. "I just want to watch," she mumbled. Amy and Leanne rolled their eyes at their friend.

"No way!" Amy spat. "This isn't some free for all, is it Rick?" She looked down at the boy who by now was sitting up, his cock still pointing stiffly north, and following the conversation like a tennis spectator.

"Well, I dunno, I guess I could, can't we, can't we all just get along?"

Amy swung around to confront the amused Leanne.

"This is so like you Leanne! You're always trying to horn in on me!" She looked back at Rick. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, you won't have a drop left for her!" She strode over and gracefully straddled the boy, reaching between them to position his cock. With a groan shared by both of them, she slowly sank down on his staff.

Leanne's eyes flashed with jealousy. Who would have thought she'd ever be jealous of anything having to do with Rick Thomas, she thought. As she watched Amy's supple ass cheeks rotate slowly on the thick shaft, she began to remove her clothes. Once she was naked, she dropped into a nearby armchair with a front row seat to the passionate pairing. Nudging the riveted Beth with her foot, she crooked her finger. "Here kitty kitty. I've got something good for you!"

Beth turned to see Leanne opening her legs and positioning one on the armrest, exposing her soggy slit, covered in downy blonde hair. Beth unselfconsciously licked her lips and crawled over. She trailed her pink tongue down the soft, smooth flesh of Leanne's thigh and began to slowly lick the moist offering. Leanne sighed happily, cupping her hot tits, and settled back to watch her friend fuck.

Rick wasn't sure whether to shit or go blind. He hoped neither as he was having too much fun watching the lesbo liaison and he was also sure dropping a deuce would put a damper on the evening's festivities. Amy lifted and dropped her nimble hips upon him, wiggling and squirming her hot box along every inch of his aching tool. Her juices bathed his shaft hotly and dripped down, coating his sack. He gripped her hips to control her movements, but Amy pulled them away and pinned them above his head.

"Uh uh. Let Ames do all the work, baby." She began to move her tits over his face and searching mouth as she rode him, allowing him to capture her rigid nipples from time to time. Rick's hips pumped up to her of their own accord, matching her slow rhythm. She figured if she could prolong this as much as possible, she might drain him dry and prevent Leanne from topping her. Amy knew that she was no match in the experience department and didn't want Leanne to steal her thunder. She could see a whole year's worth of potential fun with the horse cocked youngster and hoped she would not have to share. 

Leanne oohed and ahhed as Beth's nimble tongue flicked over her clit before sucking on the moist flaps covering her hole. Beth would dip her tongue into her hole and wiggle it back and forth, teasing copious amounts of fluid from her. Leanne reached down and lifted Beth's shiny chin from between her thighs.

"Stick a finger in my ass, hmm Beth?" she whispered.

Beth grinned wickedly and wet her forefinger in the tight pussy before beginning to pump it slowly in and out of Leanne's tight backdoor. She dropped her head back down and resumed languidly licking the sopping cunt.

As much as Amy wanted to ride Rick all night, the feel of his big hole stretcher were bringing the feelings of a monumental orgasm to the forefront. She began to pogo faster on his lap, the wet slap of their flesh reverberating around the room.

"You gonna cum stud? Huh? You gonna shoot all that sticky load in my hot box? I hope so, 'cause there's nothing I like more than a hole full of hot cum." She released his arms, allowing him to reach forward and cup her jiggling breasts, squeezing and molding them to his hands. He had gotten the hang of it and was now expertly twiddling her nipples while softly squeezing the supple boobs. Amy reached behind her and found his low hanging sack. She gathered the sloshing eggs in her hand and squeezed gently.

"I bet you've got a big load saved up in there for me, don't you? Don't hold back baby. Fill me up! Shoot me full of that hot load!" Amy had ceased her gyration and was now bouncing straight up and down the big cock as fast as she could stand. When she twisted Rick's nipple with her free hand while tugging his sack with her other, he let loose a guttural yowl and arched upwards, the first big barrage of cum flowing up his thick shaft to splash wetly in her sucking hole. 

At the feel of the warm gush, Amy also came, screaming, "Yes! Yes! Fill me up you big dicked fuckerrrrrr!" The two teens twisted and bucked on the couch, Rick slipping down to a lying position and Amy riding him down to continue to writhe atop him. Splash after splash rocketed out of his shaft deep inside her, bathing her walls with hot cum. It felt like it could go on forever, but soon his balls were empty and he lay back gasping, sweat dripping off his face as Amy slumped against him. They lay there holding each other until Amy slid forward, his spent cock slurping out of her well fucked hole with a plop. "Check," he thought. Amy rolled off him to the floor and turned her head to Leanne.

"Top that one," she challenged.

Leanne grinned confidently and gently pulled Beth's still sucking mouth from her hole. "With pleasure," she countered and walked towards the fucked out Rick.

Rick lay on his back gasping. He felt like he had shot a gallon of cum into Amy and now he saw Leanne's approach out of the corner of his eye. "Water, water," he pleaded like a dying man in the desert.

"Beth? Do be a dear and get Rick some water," Leanne said sweetly as she got on her hands and knees between his splayed legs. She could see the combined fluids of Rick and Amy glistening from his stomach to his thighs and she grasped the fat tube of his dick in her hands. She shook it experimentally, watching it flop back and forth. "This is gonna need some primer," she said. "Lucky for you, I'm the best cocksucker in school." She began to roll her tongue along his cock head and down the sticky shaft, sucking up the sweet fluids coating it.

Beth returned from the kitchen and handed the grateful Rick a glass of tap water. She watched excitedly as Leanne lathed her tongue all over the still formidable pole. "Can I just hold it for a second Leanne?" she hesitantly asked.

"Sure," Leanne allowed. "Wrap your hand around the base and grip it. Pump it while I suck on the tip." Leanne popped his thick head in her mouth and began to tenderly suck him as Beth wrapped her hand around the base and began to slowly tug it. The big pole felt so hot and alive in her hand and Beth mentally wrestled with the idea of allowing the kid to just pop her cherry and have it done with. Lord knows if she'd ever get a chance to fuck someone as big as this. She had only seen cocks like this in magazines or on the internet and here she was jacking one. 

Leanne was cramming more and more of the gullet stretcher in her mouth and now had over half running along her wiggling tongue. She'd taken many a cock to the balls in her mouth before and wondered if she was up to the task with this one. Only one way to find out, she thought. As the thickening head clogged the entrance to her throat, Leanne adjusted her angle of attack and concentrated on relaxing her throat muscles. She felt the cock slip into her throat and pressed down harder. The last few inches slid past her lips and she fluttered them around the wide base. She'd taken the whole thing and Leanne and Rick watched in amazement, as well as the slowly recovering Amy. 

By now, Amy was sitting up and idly toying with her well fucked cunt. It still felt like she had something lodged up in her and she wondered if her twat would ever be the same. It was her turn to be jealous, watching her friend deep throat the big cock down to the base. Leanne held the position for a second, then rose back up halfway and caught her breath. She took another deep breath and plunged back down repeatedly, a wet "gak, gak, gak" coming from her throat. Rick was well on the way to recovery, his softening sausage doing a 180 and headed towards another full blown hard on. Leanne pulled all the way off and spoke the words Rick never thought he'd hear.

"Wanna fuck my ass now stud?"

Amy, Beth and Rick all gasped simultaneously at the wicked offer. Amy knew that this was Leanne's ace in the hole (excuse the double entendre') having heard her friend describe the pleasure of anal sex.

"Wait," she protested. Leanne turned to regard her.

"What? You gonna let him fuck your virgin ass now?"

Amy looked at the long, thick cock and slowly shook her head.

"I didn't think so," Leanne said confidently and then lay back, her head on the couches' arm rest. She lifted her legs and held them back close to her torso, exposing her big gash and the winking rosebud below it. "Get it wet in my pussy first, big boy!"

Rick scrambled around, sending Beth skittering away as the big club came dangerously close to smacking her in the side of the head. She scooted back until she bumped against Amy who wrapped her arms protectively around her friend as they watched with trepidation the unfolding action. 

Rick situated himself over the folded up Leanne and hefted his pole towards her weeping hole. He aimed and thrust in the same motion, lodging four thick inches in her. Leanne gasped and jerked at the bold intrusion. "Maybe I've bit off more than I can chew," she thought. "If he feels that big in my pussy, he's gonna feel even more..."

Her thoughts were cut off as Rick lunged forward again, pumping his entire plank inside of her. His balls swung forward to smack against her upturned ass loudly before he pulled back part way and pumped forward again, mercilessly skewering the whimpering teen.

"So big! So fucking big!" Leanne wept. Rick began to pound the helpless girl into the couch, his hands grasping her legs as her own swept up to claw and grip his muscular chest. Leanne never had a chance, Beth's priming of her had her on the verge of orgasm already and the feel of the big lance pumping in and out of her rapidly sent her screaming over the edge. She dug stripes down Rick's back as she clung to him and shrieked her way through the most intense climax she'd ever had. Rick did not let up, power fucking her throughout. When she slumped back, her arms falling limply to her sides, Rick pulled his glistening pole from her pussy and pointed it down.

"Nuuuh, uhhh, enough, enough," Leanne muttered, but suddenly she felt the big knob against her asshole and knew what she was in for. Rick pumped his hips and lodged himself inside her O ring. "Another check," he thought and began to bear down relentlessly, his hips jerking to and fro. Leanne's blond locks swept back and forth across her face as she shook her head.

"Nooo, noooo! It's too big! No! Stop, please!"

It was too late for surrender. Rick was on auto pilot, the hot clutching ass squeezing him tightly. He bulled his way further and looked down to see the obscene sight of half of his monstrous pole lodged in the young girl's ass. He experimentally rolled his hips and watched the grimace of pain on her face. He started to pull back before her hand weakly fluttered up.

"Where're you going? Give me a second though." Even through the searing pain in her ass, Leanne recognized that the good feelings couldn't be far away. The "hard" part was over, now it was just a matter of getting used to having a round peg in a square hole!




High School Harem Ch. 02



Rick rested on his haunches until he felt and saw Leanne's hips begin to move, rolling the big steak inside her stretched ass. He applied more pressure and watched another inch slip into her. Leanne gasped and opened her eyes.

"That's quite enough, thanks."

Rick grinned sheepishly and pulled back slightly before pushing forward. He continued to repeat the process, the way getting easier and easier as he did so. After a few minutes of this, he was pumping a third of his cock easily into her taut ring with a steady rhythm. Leanne was now moaning quietly to herself, as her hand came down to stroke her pussy. Her eyes were squeezed shut, but he could tell that she was no longer in pain as she was before. He heard another moan and looked over to see Beth slumped back against Amy as Amy's hand had slid into Beth's shorts and was rapidly frigging her. Since he had already given Leanne one screaming orgasm, he saw no harm in shooting for the trifecta.

"Hey, you want some of this Beth?" 

Beth's eyes fluttered open and she looked at him hotly.

"Why not?"

Rick looked down at Leanne, who was looking up at him exasperatedly.

"Just gonna leave me high and dry?"

He shrugged and grinned. Leanne shook her head, but smiled back.

"That's ok. Just promise me you'll give me another shot at that cock in my ass sometime."

Rick still couldn't believe the departure his life had taken from reality. "Sure," he promised and then gently pulled himself from Leanne's ass. He stood over Beth and Amy. Their eyes were drawn like magnets to the glistening pole wagging wetly above them.

"Oh Amy!" Beth whispered. "I don't think I can..."

"Shuuush," Amy calmed her, as she withdrew her hand from Beth's crotch. "It'll be worth it, trust me." Amy started lifting Beth's shirt, but Beth stopped her, realizing that Rick was going to see her nude. The chubby teen was more concerned with him ridiculing her than taking on the monster twitching between his legs. 

With sensitivity beyond his years, Rick knew what she was thinking. "Let me see you Beth. You're so beautiful." It was the most words any of the three had heard the shy kid utter in twelve years of school. Taken aback, Beth relaxed and allowed Amy to draw her shirt past her slightly round belly and up and over her huge mountainous tits. Rick's eyes drank in the size of the big globes, each as big as his head. Beth shook her black hair out once the shirt was off.

"Well?" she asked meekly. Rick did not answer as he dropped to his knees and grasped her shorts. Beth lifted her hips and allowed him to slowly pull the khaki shorts and simple white cotton panties down and off her legs. He sat back and looked the curvy girl over. She definitely carried a few extra pounds here and there, but the highest concentration was definitely in her chest and Rick could think of no better place for them. She was leaning back on her hands as Amy unclasped the multiple hooks of her heavy-duty bra. The back sprang apart and Beth sat up, allowing the white garment to slip off her shoulders and fall from her bosom. Her weighty tits sloped down on her chest, full and round. Her areolas were light brown and large, at least three inches across. The nipples jutted up plump and fat. Beth reached down and gathered her huge jugs in her hands, pleased at the look of lust on Rick's face. This was the first time a man had seen her tits and she wanted to make sure he wouldn't forget it soon. Dipping her head, she sucked a pebbly nipple between her lips and watched his eyes grow wide. Rick felt Leanne come up behind him and press her soft body against his back. Her hand came around and began to stroke his twitching rod.

"There're something else, huh?" she asked redundantly. Indeed, Rick thought.

Amy scooted away from Beth allowing the curvaceous girl to lay back. Her big globes sagged and spread out on her chest like two pillows. She rested with her feet flat on the floor, her plump thighs spread wide. Rick drank in the sight of her bushy pussy, covered in thick black hair. His mouth was suddenly dry.

"Wa.."

Leanne was on top of things and handed him the glass before he could finish. He took a long drink and knelt down between the milky white thighs. Here he could smell the musky scent of her cunt, already prepared by Amy. He grasped her soft thighs and lifted them slightly. With not a word, Beth sat up on her elbows and reached forward to grasp his prong with one hand. She moved it to her virginal opening and swished it up and down. Her thick pussy lips parted and coated the spongy head with her plentiful juices. She moved it further down and allowed him to lodge the bulbous head in her opening. She took a deep breath and raising her blue eyes to his, nodded.

Rick began to slowly push in and out. Of all the pussies he'd been in (until the last month, that had been nil), this one was by far the hottest. He didn't know if it was her ultra tightness or her abundant wetness. Either way, her pussy felt like no other. He had just about started thinking this whole "cherry popping" thing was a bunch of hogwash when three inches in, he butted against something solid and Beth hissed through her teeth.

"Hymen," Amy and Leanne both intoned.

"Beth, honey, you're going to have to relax," Amy coached, laying down beside her friend and running her soft hands over Beth's huge fun bags. 

"And you," Leanne said in Rick's ear. "Your job is easy. Judging from the way you bum fucked my ass, knocking a hole in that cherry should be a piece of cake. When she gives you the go, just thrust. Don't hold back, that'll just prolong it. Get it over with."

Rick and Beth both nodded in understanding. Beth took a deep breath and looked at Rick. "Ready?" He nodded. "Okay, do it!'

Rick pumped forward savagely and would swear later he heard an audible ripping sound. Beth threw her head back and screamed, her hips lurching up off the carpet and dancing on the end of his spear. Rather than continue, Rick held his position and allowed her to buck and shake. She whimpered and moaned for a few moments before her lurching hips came back to earth.

"Ohhhh, shit that hurt!" she muttered. Leanne and Amy smiled proudly like pleased parents. As with Leanne's ass, the hard part was over and once Beth began to coo and wiggle her hips, Rick started pumping his iron bar in and out of the deflowered gash.

"It's really starting to feel good," Beth said excitedly, reassuring her friends. "I'm starting to see what all the fuss was about!" She looked up at the laboring Rick. "Ooooh, you are a bad boy though! Fucking my little pussy with that big old dick. Why I oughta, uh, ohhh!" Rick felt her sugary walls close even tighter along his bullet train as she came. Amy leaned over and sucked one of her nipples between her full lips while Leanne scrambled to do the same on the other side. With her friends cradling and pleasing her body on both sides, Beth became a woman on the end of Rick Thomas' big cock.

Slowing his thrusts as she came down from the peak, Rick realized he had held off through a deep throat, straight fuck, ass fuck and a deflowering without getting his. He had accumulated so many check marks on his "To Do" list tonight, he wasn't sure he had a list anymore. But there was one thing he'd always wanted to do to Beth Rierson...

The three girls looked up at him as he knee walked up Beth's body and hovered over her soft mountains.

"Uh oh, Beth. Looks like your titties are about to get fucked," Leanne whispered.

Beth grinned with a new found cockiness and raised herself up on her elbows.

"Only if he squirts that big load all over my pretty face!"

Rick grinned wolfishly. "Now your reading my mind!" 

Amy and Leanne sat up and each pushed their respective tits towards the other as Rick lowered his long shaft between the silky cushions. The pliable flesh parted around his pole until he rested against her breast bone. The earlier wetness of their fucking ensured that no lubrication was needed, but all four teens, as if on cue, leaned over and spit between Beth's tits. This caused them all to giggle giddily.

Rick was in heaven. Her tits were so fucking big and so soft. He began pumping between them, the orbs sloshing and rippling at his passage. Only the head protruded at the top of the long trip and if he really humped hard he found he could graze it along the underside of her chin. After feeling the spongy head poke her a few times, Beth dipped her mouth down and licked his knob each time it appeared.

"Yeah, fuck her tits Rick. That is so damn sexy," Amy breathed struggling to maintain her grip on the left boob as Rick's lunges became more forceful. "Gotta warn you Beth, if what he shot in me is any indication, he's a damn oil derrick." They all four chuckled. Amy continued, "Sheri said he hit the top of the car with his...." 

The titfuck stopped and three sets of eyes snapped to Amy's suddenly reddening face. Snap. I'm busted, she thought. 

"Who said what?" Leanne and Amy gasped, both shocked. 

Amy shrugged and grinned helplessly and touched the stupefied Rick on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Rick. Girls talk. Probably more than guys. You're not mad are you?"

Rick just looked at her for a beat or two.

"No more talking," he said simply and began to jackhammer himself between the buxom girls' torpedoes. He could feel his cum boiling in his sloshing balls and his only concern was getting the "evil" out. 

Beth was still staring wide-eyed at her friend, but the battering titjob soon brought her back to present. "Uh, oh, yeah, that's it, fuck 'em Rick, fuck my big titties, fuck 'em hard and come all over my fa..." Rick grunted and sat back, whipping his drooling cock from between her cleavage and stroking it right in front of her face. Beth had just enough time to wet her red lips and close her eyes before the first big glob smacked right into her forehead. Rick continued to whip his snake and coated her cheeks, her nose, and her shut mouth, sealed the left eye shut and plastered her hair down on the right. When she heard him sigh and felt him sit back, Beth risked opening her right eye. It felt like she'd pressed her face into a vat of glue. The big, sticky globs clung to her face and hair and to her friends, it looked like big, white rain drops glistening on her skin.

Beth opened her mouth and hesitantly extended her tongue as a big glob slid into her mouth. She closed her lips and rolled the morsel on her tongue and taste buds. "Mmmmm," she intoned. It was like the dinner bell had rang as Leanne and Amy simultaneously began to lick and suck every bit they could get their tongues on. They were so caught up in their feast, they almost didn't realize that Rick had stood and was in the process of dressing.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Amy asked, getting to her feet and wrapping her arms around his neck, pressed her body to Rick's. "The night is still young and so are we. Why don't you hang out and we'll see if we can't have a little more fun later on. My parents won't be home for hours!"

Rick grinned and nodded, noticing the eager expressions on all three of his new fuck buddies faces. He really did want to see how the movie ended after all. 




High School Harem Ch. 03



 (Author's Note: All characters, whether described as such or not, are all over 18 years of age. This is a continuing series of fantasies harbored since my own high school years. I welcome any and all feedback. It's why I write! Enjoy.)

Chapter 03: Kim 

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, Staying Alive, Staying Alive! Ah, ah, ah, ah, Staying Aliiiiiiiive!"

If only he had some retro bell bottom pants, Rick Thomas thought, as he strutted down the middle of the Valleyview Mall, his internal soundtrack pumping out the smooth styling's of the Bee Gees. Then, his transformation would be complete. It was a Saturday, a week removed from the Friday night orgy with Amy, Leanne and Beth that had transformed his life forever. He had skulked into school on Monday, as normal, but his head full of the glorious time spent with the three nubile teens. And that not a month past his very first sexual experience with two older girls! 

He noticed the whispering in the hallways, but that was de rigueur for the 18 year old boy. Someone was always ridiculing him in some way or the other. However, this, his senior year, had been markedly better, what with the maturing his body had undergone over the summer and, of course, his defloration at the hands of the "college chicks" and his four-way with his classmates. He hadn't expected anyone to find out about those events, the girls "swearing" him to silence in each case, but the Pony Express of the Wild West had nothing on teenage girls! 

The rumors about Rick the Dick spread like wildfire! By Tuesday, it seemed that every girl he passed in the hall had a smile for him. On Wednesday, he had to pick up at least a dozen pencils "dropped" by girls in class and as he would rise up from the floor, he was always greeted by a delicious view down a neckline as the dropper reached for her pencil and thanked him with a big smile. Thursday he was forced to walk from class to class clutching his books at his waist as several senior girls were discovering how apparently good their pens tasted, all the while staring at him hotly. And just yesterday, he had to wrench open the "jammed" lockers of several girls who assisted him by reaching around him from behind, their soft breasts boring holes in his back. At the rate he was filling up tube socks at night, he would be well served to buy stock in Fruit of the Loom.

So here he was in uncharted territory on Saturday. The mall! Rick never went to the mall, a popular hangout for teens. Well, he did go once a year with his mom to buy school clothes, but he insisted that they do this on a Wednesday night in order to minimize his exposure to his contemporaries, but never by himself. As he cockily walked down the middle, his head held high for once in his life, he could see the clumps of girls whispering and nodding his way. He even heard a "looking good Rick" from behind him and it was all he could do not to spin around and "shoot" the speaker with twin hand pistols and offer a sly wink. "Would that be cool?" he thought. "How do the cool kids interact? Do I just go up and talk to the girls or wait for them to approach me?" He sat down at the fountain area to ponder this.

For all his external new cock sure attitude, Rick was still painfully shy. Two glorious nights were not going to erase 18 years of reclusiveness. Apparently his God given endowment was opening doors to potential new relationships with girls and he wondered how to use this to his advantage. As nice as this was, he still longed for friends, not just fuck buddies. The sneers of the guys at school had been replaced by looks of awe and in some cases jealousy. He wished he had a guy friend he could ask some questions of. He heard a commotion and turned his head.

Approaching the common area was Blake Reeves, senior starting quarterback, class president and all around stud. Now there, Rick thought, there's a guy who's got all the answers. He watched as Blake and his usual posse of "dudes" shoved their way through a clump of junior high boys unlucky enough to be caught in their path. Now normally, Rick would have fled the scene like a black man at a Klan rally, but today something made him stand and lock eyes with Blake. Maybe, just maybe, he could use his newfound popularity to insinuate himself into the group. Wouldn't that be the coolest, Rick thought, hanging with the football jocks! No athlete himself, but maybe just being around them might take his cool quotient to yet another level, he thought. But then again, Blake's face would be the one he would undoubtedly picture, when years later, he might find himself pouring his angst out in therapy. The husky boy was often the lead tormentor of any game of "Let's humiliate Rick". He started to sit back down, but Blake had noticed him and elbowed his buddies, raising his Big Gulp to point out Rick. They headed his way.

"Hey Rick! How's it hanging?" Blake said, walking up to him. The boys around him all giggled and laughed with Blake's over emphasis on "hanging". 

Rick gulped nervously and shifted his weight over his feet. Smiling nervously, he ran a suddenly clammy hand through his close cropped brown hair. "Hey guys. What's going on?"

"Nuttin'," Blake replied. "But you know all about 'nuttin' don't you Rick?"

Rick jammed his hands in his jeans and looked at the laughing eyes of the group. He was slowly realizing he'd had a very bad idea. This was confirmed as he watched Blake take the top off his over size soda and then unceremoniously dump its contents on Rick's head. The icy liquid soaked his hair and clothes, puddling at his feet. Rick had just enough time to inexplicitly think, "Well, he hardly drank any of that," before Blake crushed the Styrofoam cup against Rick's chest and shoved him. Rick took a surprised step backward as he felt every eye in the mall turn to the scene.

Blake leaned close to Rick's face and he could smell the bacon, egg and cheese stink of his breath. "Look here, geek. Don't for a second think you are anything more than you were last week, last month or last year. You're still a freak. The fact that you are deformed only confirms it. So why don't you keep that deformity to yourself like you have all your life? If I even hear of you talking to another girl in school, I'll personally relieve you of that deformity. Hear me punk? Take that monster to the queens on Canal Street if you've got to stick it in something." The hyenas all cackled as they, to a person, all managed to brush hard against Rick on their way past him.

Rick could feel hot tears welling in his eyes and his inability to stop them only made them come faster. The junior highers that had witnessed his humiliation openly laughed and pointed. As he looked wildly about, the sticky drink soaking every inch of his being, he noticed how the eyes of his classmates, the same ones that had moments before looked at him with awe or lust, now found anywhere to look but at him. Most turned away. At least, he thought, wiping his eyes, their not joining in for once. He fled the scene clumsily, almost slipping down in the puddle drink surrounding him.

Rick hit the exit doors at top speed eager to get anywhere but here. It suddenly occurred to him that his mom had dropped him off and wouldn't be back for another two hours. Perfect, he thought, where can I go now? He spied the Wal-Mart across the parking lot and thought he might hide out there. As he stepped off the curb, his eyes glued to the asphalt, a black Camaro screeched up right in front of him. He yelped and jumped backwards, certain it was Blake and his cronies back for more.

"Get in."

That wasn't Blake's voice, but it was his car. He bent hesitantly and looked into the car. Even worse, it was Blake's girlfriend Kim Witt! She flung a hand towel at him which he caught defensively. "Mop yourself off first," she said as she leaned over to open the door. Rick soaked up what liquid hadn't already dried to a sticky mess on him and dropped the towel to the ground. "Well? What are you waiting on?" Kim said, racing the rumbling engine. Seeing the look of fear on his face, Kim frowned and shook her head. "Don't worry. This isn't some set up. Get in before someone sees us!" What do I have to lose, Rick thought climbing into the car, except for maybe 3 years of orthodontia if Blake saw him. He shut the door and Kim peeled away from the curb, the tires squealing. 

Rick huddled in the corner of the black leather seat, watching Kim out of the corner of his eye as she drove. Kim was relatively new to his town, moving there before the start of their junior year. He hadn't had many classes with her, but with the few he had, he had stored up enough batch material to keep him company many a night. 

She was a cheerleader and Rick had often thought that her parents must have sent off to some cheerleader embryo mail-order company to get her. He could just imagine the attribute check list: Blonde Hair? Check. Blue Eyes? Check. Gorgeous face complete with full, red lips? Check. Short, fit body? Check. Big tits? Check. Check. And the piece de resistance: Loose moral values? Big check.

Kim had fucked her way through half the athletes in school before settling on Blake at the end of last year's classes. They were the perfect king and queen of the school, floating around confidently, sure that everyone in school either wanted to be them or be with them. He had never spoken a word to the haughty princess and didn't intend on starting anytime soon. To tell the truth he was terrified. He could see her delivering him to the hands of Blake and his goons for the ass whipping to end all ass whippings.

"Push that in for me," Kim ordered, startling him, as she pointed to the cigarette lighter. He reached forward and punched it in, slumping back in his seat. Kim extracted a Virginia Slim menthol from the pack on the dash and inserted it coolly between her full, lip glossed lips. She lit the stick when the lighter popped out and blew a long stream of smoke over Rick. He coughed, but stayed silent.

"Well don't you look like a fish out of water?" she said, indicating his wet clothes. She inhaled deeply from her cig and looked at him again. "You want?" 

Rick realized she was offering him a cigarette and shook his head. Maybe he should take one, he thought. Didn't they offer one to condemned men before the firing squad unloaded on them? Because that's what he felt like he was headed for, even if she wasn't handing him over, once word got out that he had been within 50 yards of Kim, much less riding with her in Blake's car, he was dead meat. He slumped lower in the seat and cast a nervous eye out the window.

"Oh, relax already," Kim said, rolling up the automated, tinted windows. "This isn't some setup. I'm not delivering you to Blake."

Rick sat up a little behind the black shield of the darkened windows. "So, where are you taking me?"

"First we're getting you out of those wet clothes and then...well, we'll see then." 

The rest of the five minute drive passed in silence until they pulled up in front of a big brick house. Kim got out of the car. Rick mustered his courage and did the same, looking at the house with more than a little trepidation.

"Would you relax?" Kim said sharply, flipping her cigarette into the bushes. "There's nobody here. Even his parents are gone for the weekend."

Rick had started to follow, but upon hearing the word "his", he stopped in his tracks. Kim had opened the front door and now looked back at him. She tucked a long strand of her golden hair back behind her ear and huffed. "What now?"

Rick gulped and looked around. "His? His who? Is this Blake's house?"

Kim sighed and put a manicured hand on her shapely hip. Rick couldn't help but notice how her big boobs shifted under the tight, silk top she was wearing. It didn't look like she was wearing anything under there from the movement he detected. He wondered sickly what was on the cheerleader's mind.

"Look. This is the last place he'd look for either one of us. Don't you want to get out of those clothes?"

Rick still didn't move. "Why...why are you doing this?"

Kim left the door and walked towards him. She stopped just inside of his personal space and Rick fought to not step backwards. She actually smiled at him, revealing her straight white teeth. "'Cause that was a shitty thing that Blake did to you at the mall. I saw it all. He's an all around shit I've come to realize, plus he's an even shittier lover."

Rick's eyes widened at her forthrightness. The otherworldly quality of what was happening to him ensured that the still green cocksman that he was, didn't put two and two together. He just surmised she was somehow trying to make it up to him by perhaps offering him a change of clothes. 

He shrugged and followed her into the cool interior. "Ok. You gonna give me some of his clothes?"

Kim shut the door behind him and pointed down the long hall. "Even better. Use his shower and I'll lay out some clothes for you." When Rick merely looked at her, his mouth agape, she gently shoved him before her down the hallway. They entered what was obviously a teenaged boys' room, well maybe not a "Rick" room. Posters of football players and scantily clad swimsuit models decorated the walls. Rick's eyes locked on the famous one, you know, the "Angel", her hair teased and blown, nipples leaping off the glossy poster as if in 3D? His mom had confiscated that one, but not before Rick was able to crank off many pleasing ropes as she smiled down at him from where she hung above his bed. Kim pointed to the bathroom door.

"Go ahead. Shower up. Rub his bar of soap on your balls. Put his toothbrush in the crack of your ass, whatever makes you feel better. I'll be out by the pool when you're done." They both smiled at each other at the thought of Blake brushing his teeth with Rick's ass paste. He headed for the door and looked back over his shoulder at Kim, but she was already rummaging through Blake's chest of drawers.

"Kim?" She turned to look at him. "Uh, thanks." She smiled that sweet smile again.

"No prob. I'm sure you'll repay me later."

Rick grinned goofily and shut the door behind him, locking it, just in case.

Hearing the lock click, Kim cursed under her breath. Damn, she thought. How am I supposed to see if it's true now? For as Kim, and you the reader know, Rick was the only person not aware of what exactly was going on. Kim had listened all week to story after story of how Rick Thomas had fucked three of her classmates senseless and this was on top of him banging two of the hottest girls to ever graduate from the school. She had already grown bored with Blake and his immature jock type behavior and was mulling over ways to break up with him, yet keep her ranking in the high school hierarchy. What better way than to fuck the new horse in town? She smiled to herself, finding the clothing she hoped to find and dropping it on the bed. She tugged her blouse over her head, her big boobs bouncing free and headed for the pool. Let the second part of her plan commence.

Ten minutes later, after soaping his nut sack a dozen times with the bar of soap and spitting a big loogie into the shampoo bottle, after he used it of course, Rick toweled off. He spied Blake's toothbrush and giggled to himself while he put it between his ass cheeks. He did a couple of deep squats before it fell out of his crack and he dropped it back in the cup. He unlocked the door and opened it slowly, still fully expecting to find a hit squad on the other side. Whew! No one there. He spied a gym bag and put his crusty clothing in it. Now where were the clothes Kim had picked out? He spied a lump of fabric on the comforter and picked up what was possibly the smallest bathing suit he had ever seen. 

To call this a Speedo would be an overstatement, he thought. He briefly thought about selecting something else, but figured getting out of here while the getting was good was his best choice. He squeezed into the thin suit and turned to the mirror. It looked like he was smuggling fruit in there, a big banana and two large plums to be exact. Maybe it was something that Blake wouldn't miss he rationalized as he covered his front with the gym bag and stuck his head into the hall.

"Pssst! Kim?!" he called before remembering she had said she would be by the pool. He crept down the hall and headed for the back patio. He opened the French door and shut it behind him. His breath caught in his throat as he spied Kim lying on a reclined lounger, puffing on a cigarette. 

She wore a pair of sunglasses and nothing else. Her top was off, exposing her healthy fun bags to the bright sunlight. Rick could feel a definite tightening in his suit as he looked over the fleshy, tan mounds. They stood up proudly and defiant of gravity, each topped with a tiny, erect nipple. He watched breathlessly as with each rising of her hand to take a puff, her arm would brush her boob, sending it jiggling. His eyes slid down her flat, slightly muscular stomach to her pubic mound. She definitely knew her way around a razor, as only a thin landing strip decorated her glistening sex. Kim slid her foot up along the calf of her opposite leg, exposing her pussy lips to the suddenly dry mouthed boy. He licked his lips nervously and jumped when she spoke.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer," she called. Kim sat up at a forty-five degree angle, raising the back of the chair up. "Come on over here." 

Rick gulped and clutched the bag tighter to his waist and walked slowly over. Kim was now reapplying baby oil to her brown skin. What looked heavenly at 18 would probably look like an alligator handbag in another twenty years, Rick thought. She rubbed the greasy lotion into her calves and thighs while her blue eyes peered at him over the top of her sunglasses, the smoldering cigarette all the while clutched sexily between her red lips. He openly ogled the slosh and sway of her tits as she rubbed lotion along her arms and stomach. He thought of averting his gaze, but quickly concluded that his looking was the whole point to the show. 

With a rush of bravado he didn't know he had, he dropped the gym bag beside her chair and stood with his hands on his hips. Kim pushed her glasses further down her nose and coolly looked him over. Damn, some things do get better with age, she thought. While she had never given Rick Thomas even a first look, her pulse quickened and her already hard nipples twisted tighter as she examined his broad, muscled shoulders and chest. He had the beginnings of a sexy six pack on his abs, but just below that was the prize she was hoping to see. His fat, hardening cock stretched under the tight fabric almost to his left hip. She could almost see it growing longer, the spongy head snaking under the suit. 

Kim was a girl who knew what she wanted and didn't believe in beating around the bush. If the cat wasn't already out of the bag, Kim upended the bag and shook it, looking up at Rick's face and saying huskily, "That's some cock you've got there Rick."

Rick's chest puffed with pride at the look of lust on the unattainable cheerleader's face. He watched her slowly lick her lips before taking a last puff of her cigarette and flicking it into the pool. He had been slow on the uptake, but he knew now that all this wasn't just for him to get back at Blake, but also for Kim to exact revenge for what he didn't know. Nor did he care.

"You wanna suck it?" he boldly asked.

Kim nodded her head quickly. "Uh huh. Gimme."

Rick swung a leg over the seated girl, bringing his crotch to her eye level. Her hands seemed to move in slow motion as they came up and began to peel down the tight swimsuit. She really had to pull to give his now hard cock room to exit the top. It swung out thickly, striking the side of her oversized sunglasses, almost knocking them from her head. Kim pulled it down further, until his big balls flopped out and hung down heavily. She looked up at him awestruck as the long shaft bucked in time with the pounding of his heart.




High School Harem Ch. 03



Rick knew he'd never get another chance like this. I mean, here he was, beside the pool of the biggest asshole in school, a boy who had tormented him since grade school and his cock was pointing directly at the salivating mouth of the asshole's girlfriend's mouth. He took the bull by the horns or rather the cheerleader by the hair and pulled her slutty open mouth down over his bulbous head. 

Kim moaned in lust as she felt the hot, spongy head clog her mouth. Her nimble tongue struggled to lick the monster as he pumped forward, sending it right to the back of her throat. She coughed reflexively and he pulled back, a long strand of viscous saliva extending from tip to lip. 

"Too much for you slut?" he asked, his face flushing with his audacious behavior. 

Kim looked up at him, the glasses covering her eyes, but unable to hide the utter look of lust on her face. She wondered where the shy, unassuming Rick Thomas had gotten too and who was this bold, take charge cock god before her. She opened her mouth, extending her tongue and wiggled it. 

"Fuck my face?" she whispered sexily. 

Rick groaned and palmed her skull, drawing her forward and pumping half of his cock into her mouth and past her tonsils. Kim almost gagged and reached up to wrap her hand around the thrusting base, ensuring that he wouldn't try to pump too much into her maw. She sucked voraciously on the hot tube as it slid wetly between her lips. Her lips were stretched taut around his thickness and her pussy was gushing gallons at what it was going to feel like to have that pelvic stretcher between her legs. 

Rick was right on top of things, reaching back as he pumped his hips into Kim's face. He blindly found her wet pussy, not wanting to take his eyes from the sexy sight of his cock fucking her face. He slid his fingers over the smoothly shaven lips and lower down wormed his middle finger between. He poked her oozing hole with his middle finger, thrilling to the muffled moans coming from her overstuffed mouth. He pulled his finger from her greedy hole and cheekily crammed it unbidden into her hot ass. Kim squealed around Rick's thick cock, but all that he heard was muffled, so he used his thumb on her pussy hole, effectively "six packing" the soon to be homecoming queen. 

Saliva drooled from the corner of Kim's stuffed mouth, dripping down her chin and splattering onto her heaving chest. Rick was really hitting his stride, taking long, strong strokes into the slutty girl's mouth. His eyes were glazing over Kim could tell, but she didn't want his to shoot off in her mouth. At least, not this time, so she nipped him with her teeth causing him to jump back, his cock exiting her mouth with a plop.

"Ow!" he protested. Kim wiped her mouth with the back of her arm and rolled over and stood, then bent over, grasping the top of lounger. She wiggled her lush bottom at Rick unnecessarily for he was already stepping up to the plate, pointing his big bat at the pink target of her pussy. 

"Come and get it...uhhhh!" she grunted as Rick pumped himself fully into her in one hard stroke. Even with her many partners, the big cock now sliding wetly to and fro was stretching her in places she didn't know existed. She could feel the scratchy feel of his nuts slapping up into her pussy as he pumped her from behind. 

Rick's hands left Kim's soft hips and reached under, filling his palms full of her glorious orbs. While Kim wasn't the tightest fuck he'd had in his limited career as a swordsman, she was definitely the most active, pushing back against him urgently and rolling her sweet hips when he bottomed out. He twisted and pulled on her little nipples as she moaned encouragement.

"Oh, fuck me Rick. Fuck me like Blake never could! Your cock is so big and feels so good baby!" Her compliments faded off into incomprehensible grunts and moans as he continued to hammer her rapidly.

"You like my big cock slut?"

"Uh huh!"

"Does he fuck you like this?!" He asked needlessly, her squeals and the way she thrust herself backwards giving him all the information he needed. Their sweaty flesh smacked wetly against each other. Kim could feel a change in rhythm to his pace and her eyes widened behind her glasses as she smiled, seeing the French doors of the patio slowly open.

Blake had slammed the door of this friend's car after exiting it in his driveway. His mood did not improve at the sight of his black Camaro parked safe and sound in the drive. Where did she get off, he thought. Stranding him at the mall and him having to ride bitch like some punk back to his house. He stomped in and called for her. Not getting an answer, he headed for the most likely spot, the pool.

As he was opening the door, his eyes focused on the copulating pair facing his way across the pool. What in the fuck!! His disbelieving eyes told him that was Rick Thomas over there, dog fucking his girlfriend! But that couldn't be right...could it? He thought he'd made his point clear at the mall, but as he listened to Kim moan like a dog in heat, he realized he hadn't. He clenched his fists and began to stride towards the pair.

"Riiiiick?" Kim managed under the battering he was administering.

Rick gritted his teeth, his eyes glued to the bouncing moons of her ass thrusting back at him. "Yeah?" He was close, so close and couldn't wait to add a little more sunscreen to the bucking girl's back.

"We've got company," she trilled and began to bounce back against him even more forcefully. Rick raised his bleary eyes to see Blake striding around the pool, his face a twisted mass of rage, his hands clenching and unclenching at his side. Rick found the insolence inside himself to smile and wave at the approaching jock. He then leaned forward, grabbed a handful of Kim's swinging, sweaty locks and pull her head backwards, eliciting a squeal from her.

"Hey Blake! Nice of you to join us!" Rick called. He realized he was probably going to die here today, so he might as well go out with a bang. "Kim told me that your three inches weren't quite doing it for her anymore, so I offered to help her out. That's ok, right?"

Blake's furious stride had slowed to a jerky shuffle as Rick and Kim smiled at him. His limited gray matter struggled to process the fact that not only was the biggest geek in school fucking his girlfriend, she was apparently loving every thick inch of it!

He struggled to speak. "Wh...wha...what is this?"

Kim caught him up to speed between impacts.

"This...is...how...a...real...man...fucks...shiiiiiiiit!" Kim's primed cunt exploded around the hot cock, drenching it in her juices. She almost ripped the back off the lounger as she convulsed and twisted in her pleasure.

Rick almost felt sorry for Blake as he stood there dumbly, watching Kim buck like someone undergoing electroshock therapy. Rick's vision tunneled and he pulled out of Kim's wet, sucking hole. "Blake?"

Blake slowly turned his head towards Rick just in time to see his first shot of cum arc in the bright sunlight and splatter wetly on Blake's penny loafers. He jerked backwards in shock as he watched the monster continue to fountain its contents all over Kim's back. The streams of cum slid wetly off her sweaty back to drip down onto the expensive all weather cushions. Mom's gonna be pissed, Blake thought sickly as Rick added insult to injury, wiping his spent cock on what appeared to be Blake's swim trunks and flinging them into the pool. Blake gathered himself and stepped forward.

"You motherfucker! I'm gonna..."

The punch came out of nowhere. Rick didn't even know he was going to throw it until it was halfway to Blake's face. His knuckles crunched the thin cartilage completely, flattening his nose. Blake stumbled backward and lost his balance, wheeling his arms in the air as he fell into the pool. A pink cloud drifted away from his face as he surfaced spluttering. Rick turned away and bent down, kissing the offered lips of Kim.

"Thanks."

"No, thank you," she purred. He reached past her and picked up Blake's keys and wrapped a towel around his waist. He turned back to see Blake looking at him from the pool, his face full of despair and his ruined nose dripping redly into the pool.

"You stay where you are. I'm taking the Camaro." 

Blake opened his mouth to protest, but Rick held up a hand.

"Not a word of this will come from me. I figure we're pretty much even by now anyways. Kim can come get the car at my house later. The keys'll be in the ignition. I need a nap." 

Rick walked away from the ex-couple, Blake's confused and Kim's awestruck eyes following him. Only after he entered the house did he shake his hand and cradle it. Ow, that always looks easier in the movies, he thought to himself. He let himself out the front door. He cranked the engine of Blake's car and peeled out, leaving twin thick black stripes to mark his departure.



High School Harem Ch. 04



(Author's Note: All characters, whether described as such or not, are all over 18 years of age. This is a continuing series of fantasies harbored since my own high school years. I welcome any and all feedback. It's why I write! Enjoy.)

Chapter 04: Miss Fisher 

"Mr. Thomas? Would you stay after class please?"

Lounged in the back of his sixth period Social Studies class, holding court, with three starry eyed sophomore girls around his desk vying for his attention, 18 year old senior Rick Thomas thought he had misheard his teacher, Miss Lisa Fisher.

"Ma'am?"

Miss Fisher looked at him over the top of her slim, tortoise shell glasses, her brown eyes stern, and no quarter given. "If you had been paying attention, Mr. Thomas, you would have heard me. After class please." She turned back to the blackboard. "Turn around girls. This isn't the social hour!" The three young girls giggled and turned away from him, but not before sliding their phone numbers to him.

Rick blushed furiously and pocketed the slips of paper. Not that he was going to call them. He didn't have time for the underclassmen anymore, not with every senior girl with a pulse clamoring for his attention. My how things change, Rick thought, putting his hands behind his head, his eyes directed forward, but unfocused, the lurid scenes of the past month replaying like a XXX peepshow in his mind.

Barely a month ago, Rick Thomas was the stereotypical teen wallflower: shy, unassuming and trying his best to fly below the radar. His previous 18 years were ones of rejection, isolation and humiliation. He was a frequent target of ridicule from the boys in his class and was roundly ignored by the girls, which was on some level, even more hurtful. 

This past summer, however, Rick had matured significantly, if not mentally, then definitely physically. His thin, frail frame had filled out doing summer labor and had now matched the heretofore unseen attribute which was the reason for all the attention he was getting. To be blunt, Rick was hung. Like they say some major league baseball players have been touched on the arm by God? Well, Rick's blessing was further south. He'd always known he had it, but no one else had. The towel snapping, ass slapping arena of the PE shower was something he'd avoided at all costs, but he'd seen the other boys and knew they just didn't measure up to what he was packing. Introvert that he was, he kept his 'light under a basket', not wanting to draw attention to himself.

That all changed the week before school, when an older girl had shown pity on the shy boy, showing him attention at the drive-in when she saw him all alone. What were innocent overtures of friendship, quickly turned to lust when she and her friend had realized what they had on their 'hands'. This was parlayed into a wild four-some with some classmates and that in turn put him in the position of fucking the head cheerleader and punching out her quarterback boyfriend. Since the last episode, Rick had been inundated by the females of the school. Some tip toed around the reason for their sudden interest, but others were more forthright. Not to give you the impression that Rick was suddenly the Don Juan Romeo Tom Cruise of his high school. He was still painfully shy, but realized that the meat between his legs was his ticket to a much more enjoyable senior year. 

For instance, just this morning Carrie Moore had offered to "suck his big dick" at the time and place of his choosing. She claimed to give good head, you know, lick the bone, cradle the boys, and eat the gravy, so he'd timidly taken her up on it. They were supposed to meet after school behind the gym and Rick couldn't wait. He'd only jacked off 4 times this week and the pressure in his swollen nuts was mounting. 

Normally, Rick would Prell up in the shower before school, throw out some ropes in the afternoon and then see how high he could shoot in the air at night in his bed before passing out with his cum crusted belly. He was starting to think of his cock as a gift to the girls of the town and who was he to waste what, he'd been told, was "the tastiest spunk in town"? All in all, Rick was living the teen dream. He had an always ready cock and scores of girls lining up to empty it for him. He just wished he was more confident around them. Every time they approached him, he found himself talking to the floor or their chests if he was feeling particularly brave.

The dismissal bell rang and the students sprang as one for the door, eager to start their weekend. Rick hung back to see what Miss Fisher wanted. He watched her as she wished the other students a good weekend. 

Lisa Fisher was new to his school. She had come here from out of state, the rumor being that she'd left her previous posting after only three years and not with a good recommendation. She was 25, single and lived in an apartment complex not far from Rick's house. He knew because he'd seen her out jogging in his neighborhood before. Rick had side swiped a mailbox with his Huffy at the sight of his prim and proper teacher running down the street. 

Since the first of school, Rick had wondered what Miss Fisher was like outside of school; mostly because you don't see many 25 year olds who wore their hair up like she did in a tight bun or dressed like she did. Lisa seemed to have 10 different versions of the same business suit: conservative cut, neutral color, high necked blouse and simple black flats. On the day he spotted however, an entirely different creature was revealed.

Miss Fisher was wearing a scoop neck running singlet, high cut wind shorts and a jog bra, that if it hadn't already failed entirely, was definitely not up to the task of restraining the lurching softballs rebounding on her chest. From the jiggle of the large for her frame melons, Rick could tell they were natural, not the store bought ones that were beginning to show up even in the small towns of the late eighties. His eyes had just started to consume her lithe legs when he impacted the mailbox, sending him head first into the Anderson's flower bed. Thankfully, Miss Fisher was distracted listening to her Walkman radio and didn't see the embarrassing accident. That night he'd sent up six frozen ropes while imagining Miss Fisher, skirt pulled up above her waist, glasses askew and brown hair jostled out of her bun by Rick who stood behind her pumping his oversized midget's arm into her womb.

"Mr. Thomas? Mr. Thomas!"

"Huh!" Rick had been daydreaming and looked around confused. Miss Fisher cocked her finger and gestured him forward. In a move put to use many times over the years, Rick stood from his seat and discretely covered the big bulge in his jeans with his books. She pointed to the front row chair and sat behind her desk, opening the grade book. Rick groaned inwardly.

While he was no Einstein when it came to school, he usually managed to maintain a C average, with the occasional B. Since coming into his own socially, his grades had been slipping and he surmised that this discussion was going to touch on that. Miss Fisher looked up at him, her hazel eyes big behind the glasses.

"So, what's the problem Rick? Your grades in my class have really been slipping. At this rate, you are going to fail social studies."

Rick's breath caught in his throat. He couldn't fail, he thought. His parents would kill him! The Thomas' knew they didn't have a college kid on their hands, but Rick's uncle had promised him a job laying pipe (huh, huh...laying pipe) after graduation. If he failed Social Studies, he'd have to repeat it in the summer, as it was only offered in the fall semester. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened and hung open at a loss for words.

You are an evil woman, Lisa Fisher, the teacher thought. It was true that Rick was not performing well in class, but she didn't think anyone had ever failed the "gimme" coursework in Social Studies. Her intentions were not pure, dear reader (as if you were surprised!). You see, the lovely Lisa Fisher was a size queen and had been since her senior year when the basketball team had choo-chooed her after practice. Since that time, she had spent as much time as possible scouring the globe in search of the biggest womb brooms she could wrap her lips and legs around. Her obsession had even dictated her vocation. High School teacher? Please! Ready access to scores of horny senior boys was like a dream "cum" true. She had woven a nice little web at her previous job; that is until she snared a senior boy, still in the closet, who apparently liked big dicks as much as she! Her hasty resignation was the only thing that kept her from a full-blown scandal. After all they were adults: all aged at least 18 years like a good scotch. And that's how she found herself here. 

She'd been a good girl in the four months she had been in town, satisfying herself with her extensive assortment of dildos and vibrators. She had even tried to change her ways, hitting the singles scene, but that only left her exhausted. Older guys seemed to think they had to play it cool, play the game, whatever! Lisa just wanted to be fucked: frequently and forcefully. When she'd first heard the rumors about the unassuming Rick Thomas, she felt like raising her hands in praise. It was like manna from heaven! Rick seemed like the type who'd keep his mouth shut and what inexperienced teen boy wouldn't jump at the chance to learn at the feet, or between the legs, of the master?

Lisa hoped that Rick would stumble upon the answer to his current situation all on his own. That way, her seduction wouldn't have to be so overt. She loved the hunt and knew she would make a fine cougar one day. Lisa interrupted his mumbled excuses.

"It seems to me that someone is paying more attention to the girls in school than their studies. Would you agree?"

Rick blushed furiously from the tips of his toes to the follicles of his scalp. It was hard enough to talk to his own contemporaries, but Miss Fisher was definitely on an entirely different plane of existence. He couldn't meet those sparkling hazel eyes so he merely stared at her desktop.

"I thought as much. Listen, Rick, I know it's your senior year and you want to enjoy it and all, but you have to balance that with your schoolwork. Have you thought about taking advantage of the tutoring offered after school?" He shook is head. The tutors who helped their classmates after school were as awkward as Rick himself, but he didn't even fit in with them due to his decidedly average intelligence and grades. He couldn't bear the thought of sitting there for hours listening to those dorks drone on and on.

"Miss Fisher?"

"Yes, Rick?"

"Is there...is there any make-up or extra work I could do to help my grade?" Lisa sat back and appeared to ponder the request. This was going exactly as she intended. She could sense the prey drawing closer and closer to the trap.

"Well, I don't know Rick. There's not any extra work really right now, but perhaps I could tutor you some? See if that doesn't pull your grades up."

Rick brightened. "That'd be great. When?"

"How about now?" Lisa kept her face a mask of seriousness and waited for him to grab the bait. The school would be empty inside of 15 minutes, especially on a Friday. One click of the lock on the door and she'd have the unsuspecting boy all to herself.

Rick panicked slightly, the vision of Carrie Moore's DSLs (dick sucking...oh, you know!) in his mind. She was waiting for him right now behind the gym and Rick was eager to drop a load in the slut's mouth. "Er, I have someone...something to blow, I mean do this afternoon. Could we do it another time please?"

Lisa was disappointed. The anticipation was getting to her, but she pretended to check her day timer before she answered. "Listen Rick, we don't have a whole lot of time to get you turned around, so what about this evening? If it's alright with your parents, you could come by my apartment and we could spend an hour or two going over things."

This also didn't fit in with his plans. Rick wanted to take the family wagon and cruise the strip for the first time ever. The rear seat folded down and everything! He might have to put that off until Saturday from the look on Miss Fisher's face.

"Uh, ok."

"Say 7?"

"Ok." 

"See you then."

Rick stood up to walk out, forgetting to employ his cock-blocking notebook. Lisa's eyes were immediately drawn to the huge bulge stretching the fabric of Rick's blue jeans. Damn, it looks like he's got an eggplant shoved down in there, she thought, but looked down quickly at her desk when Rick glanced at her.

"What number Miss Fisher?"

"Oh, 327."

"Ok."

Rick shuffled out of the room and made a beeline for the gym, hoping that Carrie hadn't given up on him showing up. When he turned the corner, he jumped back out of sight and pressed himself against the wall, his heart pounding. Blake Reeves and several of his cronies were standing right in front of the gym door! Blake had been on the receiving end of Rick's punch and that after watching Rick recreate a Jackson Pollack on Blake's girlfriend's back. Rick took a deep breath and eased his head around. Blake's right eye wasn't swollen shut anymore, but he still had a nasty bruise and tape covered his broken nose. Rick had gone to great extremes to avoid the boy all week, but he now stood between him and a promised blowjob. What now?

"Hey! There he is!"

He'd been spotted, and here they came, sprinting towards him! Rick turned to flee and ran right over Miss Fisher who had come up behind him, her arms full of books. Papers went flying as Rick bowled her over. She fell backwards on her rear with a yelp as Rick fell to his knees. The slap of running feet suddenly stopped as Blake and the boys rounded the corner. They simply stood there, faces flushed with adrenaline, looking from Rick to Miss Fisher.

"Rick! Watch where you're going!" Miss Fisher admonished. "Oh, hello boys." Lisa saw immediately that something was going on. The way Blake was staring at the cowering Rick was downright scary. "School's out. I think it's time for you three to leave."

Rick could tell from the furious looks on their faces that this was not over and Blake confirmed it. "This isn't over shithead!"

"Blake!" Miss Fisher scolded, but the group of toughs turned around and strode quickly away. Miss Fisher looked at Rick. His fearful eyes followed the retreating figures. The bravado he had shown a week ago in punching Blake was long gone. Why can't I be like that all the time, he thought. 

"Sorry 'bout that Miss Fisher," Rick said, standing and extending a hand to help the young teacher to her feet. As she reached up to take the offered hand, Rick flashed on the recurring fantasy, for here was Miss Fisher, hair loosened and glasses askew from the impact. His cock gave a lurch in his pants. The fact that she stumbled into his arms as he helped her up did not help matters. His nostrils were filled with the sweet lavender perfume she wore. Her head only came up to about his chest and her close proximity ensured that the big boobs she kept strapped down under her conservative suit pressed softly into his hard abs. He took a hesitant step back and she looked up at him. 

"No problem Rick." She watched as the boy began gathering up the strewn about papers and admired the strong muscles she could see on his torso highlighted by his tight T-shirt. "Say, they are probably going to be laying for you outside. You want a ride to that thing you have?"

Rick looked at the gym door not 30 feet away, but it occurred to him that the suck session had probably been a set-up anyway. "Could you go ahead and tutor me now, Miss Fisher?"

Lisa's face lit up, but she covered it and nodded. "Sure, come on."

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Minutes later they pulled out of the parking lot to the chagrin of Blake and the boys, who had in fact been waiting on him. Blake gave Rick the bird as Miss Fisher drove past. To the shock of Rick and Blake, Miss Fisher returned the salute, and then used the finger to push her glasses up on her nose. "Assholes," she muttered.

Rick looked at her in shock. "I'm sorry?"

Lisa glanced at the boy sitting stiffly in the seat beside her. "Just know Rick that high school doesn't last forever. There is life after. Pricks like Blake will be washing your car five years from now."

Rick smiled and glanced at his teacher as she drove. She was definitely the prettiest teacher he'd ever had and the sexiest, given what he'd seen that day as she jogged. He hoped that someday he might have a girlfriend, a real one, not just a fuck buddy, half as pretty as Miss Fisher. 

They drove in silence for a while until Lisa noticed Rick turning his head to read the names on the cassette tapes in her console. "Pop one in if you want, Rick. I'm getting tired of listening to you babble on anyways." Rick grinned bashfully at her and pulled out the new one of the band he'd seen recently on Friday Night Videos (no cable at his house). They had that wild lead singer, Axe something or other, and the guitarist that looked like Cousin It. He laughed as Miss Fisher screeched along with the singer. Man, she's so cool, he thought, tapping his hand on his leg in time with the beat. Before he knew it, they'd pulled up at her apartment complex and he slowly got out of the car. 

Riding in the car with Miss Fisher, he'd almost been able to forget that she was his teacher. Resigning himself to two hours of lecturing, he followed her up the stairs to her apartment. Miss Fisher unlocked the door and he walked in behind her. 

The apartment was small, a living room with one couch, an overstuffed chair and coffee table. It was open to the small dining nook and kitchen. A short hallway led to the one bedroom and bath.

Miss Fisher dropped her purse and books on the kitchen table and turned to the boy standing in the living room, his hands stuffed into his pockets, looking around the room. "You want a Coke, Rick?"

"Sure." 

She went to the fridge. Well, she thought, if things go according to plan, I definitely won't have to worry about any boring pillow talk with this one. She grabbed the can and took it to Rick, who was looking at her entertainment center.

"Thanks Miss Fisher," he said, taking the can. "Hey, you've got Sega!"

Lisa smiled. She'd bought the video game as something for her young lovers to do while they recovered between bouts. "First of all, here it's Lisa, alright?" He nodded and smiled. "Go ahead and fire it up. I'm gonna get out of this suit before we start studying, ok?" 

Rick gulped and nodded, the thought of Miss...Lisa changing in the other room was very exciting to him and he quickly sat cross legged on the floor by the game system while she headed to her room. 

Ten minutes later, he was engrossed in the video game and didn't notice Lisa's return to the room. She'd slipped out of her clothes into a baby blue jumpsuit with a zippered fly running from her neck to her crotch. The zipper was currently a third of the way down, allowing any viewer to get quite an eyeful of the round globes within. She posed behind him, her hands on her hips and her legs shoulder width apart. 

"Are you ready for me Rick?"

Rick's head turned, turned back to the TV and then double-took, the controller falling from his hands. From the neck down, Lisa looked nothing like the conservative teacher she had been moments before. She had taken the time to put her hair back up in its bun and was still wearing her glasses though. Rick couldn't help himself and his eyes slid down her slender throat and he stifled a groan, spying the soft roundness of her breasts peeping out from the zipper.

"Why don't we study on the couch?" Lisa purred. 

Even her voice is different, Rick thought. It was becoming uncomfortable to sit cross-legged with the growing stiffness in his pants, so he stood, lamely shielding his crotch with the red soda can. He walked to the couch, partially hunched over and sat in the corner, as Lisa came over and sat in the middle. She turned her body toward him and propped her head on her hand, crossing her legs towards him. Rick started to reach for his books on the coffee table so that he might have a more substantial cock cover. The deep view of Lisa's natural tits was pumping gallons of blood into the tissue of his cock, extending it down his pants leg. Lisa reached out and stopped him with a soft touch of her hand. Rick jerked back as if scalded. Lisa smiled. He was a nervous one, she thought.




High School Harem Ch. 04



"Why don't we wait on the books, Rick? Tell me about yourself." 

When the bashful teen merely shrugged, she thought, okay, well then why don't we just fuck? She decided though to play a bit more. 

"Okay, do you have a girlfriend? Is that the reason your grades have been slipping?"

"My mom..."

Lisa's hazel eyes widened. So that's how it 

is in that family! "Your mom's your girlfriend?!"

Rick seemed to come out of his haze of breast gazing.

"Huh? No...no! I mean, I need to call my mom. I usually ride the bus home and she'll be wondering where I am."

Whew, Lisa thought. "Oh, right." She had a sudden idea. "If you want, I'll call her so she doesn't think you're up to something."

Rick actually made eye contact and grinned, and then his eyes returned to her tits. "Ok. Good idea."

Rick's eyes burned holes in Lisa's tight little butt as she got up and walked into the kitchen. When she disappeared from sight, he quickly did some rearranging in his pants, hoping to hide his blooming hard on from being discovered. He couldn't help himself. Miss...Lisa was so sexy! How embarrassing it would be if she saw him popping a boner while she was trying to help him study, he thought. Lisa probably had lots of boyfriends. She would probably get a big laugh out of some high school boy's boner just from sitting next to her. In an effort to get his mind off Lisa's sexy little body, he started mentally cataloging his comic books.

"Mrs. Thomas? Hi, this is Lisa Fisher. I'm Rick's Social Studies teacher," Lisa said into the phone. "Oh, no ma'am, he's not in any kind of trouble. Rick's a perfect student. Yes ma'am, I know he can get distracted easily. No, ma'am, he's doing fine..." Lisa could tell this might take sometime if she didn't get it back on track. "Mrs. Thomas, the reason I'm calling is that Rick and some of the other students are working on a project at my home and I wanted to make sure it was ok." She listened to the woman prattle about Rick's involvement in activities. "Yes, I will bring him home when we are done. Well, probably a couple of hours at least, depending on how hard it gets," she said smiling. "Oh, no. I'll make sure he has something to eat. Okay, nice talking to you too." She hung up and walked back into the living room.

"Now, where were we?" She was disappointed to see that Rick had a book in his lap. She walked over and bent to take it. "We'll get to that soon enough Rick..."

Rick knew that Lisa would be able to see his big teen boner once the book was gone, so as she slid it away, he reached to grab his Coke can. Lisa's posture exposed a healthy slice of her cleavage, distracting Rick, who promptly spilled his drink in his lap. "Shit!" He jumped up off the couch to keep from spilling liquid on it. "I'm so sorry Miss Fisher!"

Lisa hurried to get a cup towel from the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, "It's okay Rick, accidents happen." She returned with the towel and started to hand it to the obviously embarrassed youth, but had a suddenly wicked idea. She stood before him and slowly dropped to her knees.

Rick stood awkwardly, his wet hands outstretched. He couldn't believe his eyes as Lisa slowly kneeled before him. "Wh...wh...what are you doing?" he stuttered.

Lisa looked up at him, an impish glint in her hazel eyes. "Drying you off, silly. Now stand still."

Rick could not stifle the groan that emanated from deep in his chest at the first contact with his stiff boner. Miss Fisher rubbed the towel vigorously over his crotch, seemingly oblivious to the fat tube she was rolling back and forth under his jeans. Much more of this and he was going to cream off in his pants. Thankfully, she stopped and sat back on her heels.

"This is never going to work. Here, I'll wash them. There will be time while we study."

Rick reached to stop her. "No, wait, I..." But it was too late. You see, the newly minted stud had taken to going commando, not wearing his normal tightie whities to give himself more room. Lisa quickly discovered this as she expertly ripped open the button fly jeans and thrust them down. His long, fat cock swung up from its confines and bounced before settling to point directly between Lisa's wide stretched eyes.

Oh, Lisa, you have hit the fucking jackpot, she thought. It was easily the biggest cock the nympho teacher had ever laid her eyes on. Jutting up from his groin, it was as big around as her wrist and almost as long as her forearm. Pulsing, thick veins criss-crossed the surface leading up to the wide knob crowning the scepter. Every time Rick's heart beat, Lisa could detect a slight jump in the big missile. She slowly raised her eyes to Rick's. It was all she could do to not laugh out loud at the horrified look on his face. Priceless!

"Rick, why is your penis so hard?" she innocently asked. Rick continued to look at her slack jawed. "Did I make your penis all stiff?" This time he nodded his head slowly. She slid his jeans all the way down and extracted them off him as he kicked off his shoes in slow motion. "Well, we'd better do something about it. You can't study with this big thing taking up all your blood supply." She daintily took it in her tiny right hand then stacked her left on top, still leaving almost another handful protruding obscenely above. Using an alternate cork screw motion, she began to fist the pole. 

Somebody pinch me, Rick thought as he watched his sexy teacher jack his tool. No, don't. If this is a dream I don't want to wake up. Lisa was studying his prick intently as she worked her fists up and down. She licked her lips and looked up at him over the tops of her glasses. Between the sight of the big hazel eyes, the glasses and the hair bun, Rick was sure he was going to make a glazed donut out of her face if she kept this up.

"Does that feel good Rick," she asked sweetly. The piping hot shaft was smooth and hard in her palms, her fingers not even meeting around his thickness. 

"Uh huh. Do it faster," he managed.

"Like this?" Lisa asked, jacking harder. He nodded. Lisa spied a pearly drop of cum oozing from the tip. "You wouldn't think badly of me if I lick it just a little, would you Rick?" Without waiting for permission, Lisa extended her wet, pink tongue out and lolled it all over the spongy purple head, gathering up the salty offering. She hummed to herself, dropping her left hand to give her more Popsicle to taste.

"Oh, Miss Fisher," Rick groaned. "That feels so good!" Lisa was trailing saliva up and down the pulsing pole while continuing to twist and jack with her right hand. She flicked her tongue along the sensitive underside of the head, drawing a gasp of pleasure from the teen. The way she was matter of factly going about licking him, it occurred to Rick that this had been a set-up and he asked as much.

Lisa drew back and flattened his shaft to his belly, pinning it there before lowering her mouth to his dangling nuts. "No, Rick. This isn't a set-up. I haven't heard any of the senior girls talking about your big pussy pleaser!" Her mouth was soon full of crinkly nut sack, cutting off further communication.

Rick grinned like the Mad Hatter on crank. Looking down, Lisa's eyes were shut, her forehead scrunched up as she desperately sucked his golf balls. He felt her head turning and suddenly she was facing the other way and was licking a wet trail from his nuts to his ass! "Fuuuuuck!" Rick groaned as her persistent tongue wormed its way into the recesses of his ass. She tunneled her way past the outer ring and tasted deeply of him as he squirmed in pleasure on her face. Lisa was moaning herself, loving the tangy funkiness of Rick's ass. She felt the zipper of her jumpsuit lower and was pleased that he was getting into the swing of things.

Rick opened the zipper as far as he could reach and pulled it back. Lisa's big, round orbs jutted out into the air, each topped with a tiny, pink nipple. He squatted slightly and palmed the mounds, gathering them up and squeezing tenderly. The nipples responded, seeming to pop up off the soft surface. He took his cock in his right hand and began to alternately slap the jiggling melons with it. Lisa's groans from behind him told him that she loved the treatment. He moved his shaft between the big boobs and squeezed the tender flesh around his hardness. Rather than thrust between them and risk dislodging Lisa's tongue, he jiggled and pressed the flesh around him, thrilling at the soft heat encasing his cock. 

Rick knew he couldn't hold out for long under this kind of treatment and something told him that Lisa was the type to appreciate a good meal, so he raised himself off her wiggling tongue and turned, presenting her with his stiff meat.

Lisa was reclined backwards, her arms supporting her. She looked up at the hard cock that Rick was shaking at her. She licked her lips and plunged forward, sealing them around the bulbous head. As she began to avidly suck, Rick groaned and palmed her hair bun, cradling it like a joystick to control her movements. Lisa needed no encouragement, doing her best to cram as much of the gigantic fucker in her maw. Halfway to the base, the bulky boner stretching her mouth wide, the head butted up against her throat. She knew that she'd never be able to take it all, so she wrapped her hands around the remaining shaft and looked up at him pleadingly.

"You want me to fuck your mouth?" Rick whispered.

Her mouth over stuffed, Lisa could only nod emphatically. Rick began to saw his big log in and out of her lips. Long strands of saliva dripped from them to splatter onto her tits below. The wet suctioning sound filled the tiny apartment as Rick's thrust became more urgent.

"I'm gonna cum Miss Fisher!"

Lisa yanked her hot mouth off his pole just long enough to answer, "Cum in my mouth and for the last time, call me Lisa!" With a gulp she took him back between her lips and braced for what she was hoping would be a bellyful of teen spunk.

One hand cradled Lisa's hair bun and Rick reached down with the other to yank on his swinging nuts. Her hair was rapidly shaking free of her bun, so Rick inserted his fingers in it and shook, dislodging the bobby pins. Lisa began to vigorously toss her head about, her shoulder length brown hair flying, her mouth still sealed around his cock. 

With a roar of passion, Rick began to shoot long ropes of cum deep into Lisa's mouth. The output was so copious that she was quickly overwhelmed and drew back. As she swallowed down the creamy load, two more thick shots impacted her glasses knocking them askew. She frantically reached up and jacked his rod towards her face, painting it with the last blast.

Trembling before her, Rick watched through glazed eyes as his cum coated teacher popped his spent rod back in her mouth and sucked tenderly. Her glasses were crooked and hanging from one ear, basted with his batter. Lisa's face was a mask of concentration as she drew out the dregs of his climax, sucking them down her throat to her suddenly warm belly.

"Wow!" was all Rick could manage as Lisa purred contentedly. He was not surprised to see her take off her glasses and lick them clean while she looked up at him and winked. 

"I'll say," she replied. "Yum. You do have tasty spunk. You must eat healthy." Rick grinned and shrugged. Once satisfied that she had cleaned up all traces of the salty spray, Lisa stood and walked to the couch, she turned to Rick and shrugged out of the jumpsuit, kicking it off as it puddled to the floor. She ran a hand down her flat belly and between her legs, rubbing her moist slit. Rick saw that she kept it nice and trimmed and his mouth suddenly watered. "So, how are your eating habits, Rick?" Lisa asked as she reclined on the couch, spreading her legs.

Already not one for words, Rick struggled to come up with something witty. Seeing his look, Lisa cocked her head quizzically.

"Don't tell me you've never been down on a muffin?"

Rick meekly shook his head, but he was eager to find out so he dropped quickly between her legs and looked up expectantly. Lisa giggled and ruffled his short brown hair. "Well, I would be remiss if I didn't teach you something today! Ok, start slow. Get down there and get a little taste first."

Rick eagerly moved his face right between her thighs and inhaled deeply of the musky scent emanating from the obviously wet pussy. Lurching forward, he sealed his lips around her and began to lick fervently. 

"Whoa!" Lisa called, her hips jerking as the overexcited youth directly contacted her sensitive clit. "Take it easy Beeve! Start by just licking my pussy lips, save the man in the boat for later." Seeing his perplexed expression, Lisa reached down and spread herself open. "These are my lips, just kiss and suck them like you would if you were kissing. Down there, below, you see my hole? Ok, that's a good place for a finger or two or three to be while you're licking. And up here, here's my clit. That's the control center. Save it for last. I think you'll know when." Lisa removed her hand and moved it opposite of its twin to cradle her bountiful boobs in her hands, tweaking her nipples.

Rick leaned forward and hesitantly began to trail his tongue over the slick pussy lips before him. Looking up and seeing the sexy smile Lisa offered him, he slid two fingers into her wet hole and began to slowly pump them in and out. Her hips began to swivel and sway as Rick found a rhythm with his tongue. He would alternately drag it through the folds of her lips, extracting the sweet juice within, then flatten it and wiggle it over the entire area.

"Oh, Rick, that's good! You are a good student! Keep that up and you may get a gold star for today," Lisa excitedly groaned.

Rick lips spread into a smile, albeit one hidden from Lisa. He loved the taste of her on his tongue and enthusiastically sucked down her juices. He extended his tongue as far as he could and stuck it up inside her juicy hole alongside his pumping fingers. Lisa reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him tighter to her.

Damn this kid is a fast learner, she thought. What a great find right out of the gate. If the rest of these corn fed teen boys in town were half this good, she would be in excellent company for some time to come.

Rick couldn't press his face far enough into her pussy to satisfy him, so he pulled his juice slickened fingers from her hole and reached under to grab her round, firm ass cheeks. Using both hands he lifted her hips off the couch and began licking and sucking the juicy gash even more fervently.

"Oh, oh, oh, that's it Rick! Eat my pussy! Make me cum! Oh, baby, make me cuuuummmm!" Lisa groaned. All too soon, Rick's dedication pushed her over the edge and she came hard on his wiggling tongue. "Ahhhhhh! Ooooooh! Uhhhhhhhhh!"

Rick had to fight to keep his tongue centered on her thrashing gash as she exploded in orgasm. He was surprised to feel her squirt her juices into his mouth. I didn't know girls could do that too, he thought.

Lisa's hips bucked and jerked in his strong grasp as she tossed her brown hair wildly about. As her climax waned, she had to reach down and gently push the still licking teen's mouth away from her sensitive cunt.

"Oh, oh, that's enough baby! Whew, that was something else!" she praised as he raised his glistening face and smiled shyly at her. "Where'd you learn to eat pussy like that?" she said, winking at him.

"I, uh, had a good teacher," he offered, "Umm, I've gotta pee?"

Lisa laughed and raised her leg over him, stretching out languidly on the couch, the warm after glow of her passion radiating through her. "With that tongue and cock you've got, it's easy to forget you're still a kid, Rick." When his smile slid from his face, she patted him on the arm. "I don't mean to insult you; you've just got a funny way of reminding me is all. The bathroom is over there, but hurry back. I'm not done with you by a long shot."

Rick shot her a shit-eating grin and stood, his reviving cock bouncing. Lisa's eyes were drawn to the thickening pole. "Not done at all."

Rick went into the small bath and relieved himself. As he washed his hands, he examined himself in the mirror. Who are you again, he asked, grinning at his reflection, and what have you done with the old Rick? He exited the bath and walked back to the couch.

Lisa had turned and now had both feet back on the floor. She was slumped against the couch cushions, one hand groping her tits while the other slid leisurely over her pussy.

"Just keeping it warm for you baby," she purred. "Think you've got one more in there for me?"

The lyrics to Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher" suddenly reverberated in his mind. He dropped his hand to his now stiff cock and jerked the thick tube. Lisa pursed her full lips and blew him a kiss.

"Mmmm, that looks sexy Rick," she whispered. "Tell me, have you ever jacked off thinking about me?"

Rick nodded slowly as he watched her stroke her wet pussy and trail her fingers over her flat tummy.

"What do you think about when you do, lover?"

"Fucking you."

Lisa almost rolled her eyes, but didn't want to embarrass the boy. Well, it's not like I'm looking for pillow talk here, she thought. "So what are you waiting for? Looks like that big stick is ready and I'm more than ready for it." She cocked her smooth, sexy legs and put her feet up on the couch, fully opening herself to his eager eyes. Rick dropped to his knees and shuffled forward until the fat head of his cock pressed against her pussy. Lisa reached down and positioned it at her flowering opening. Rick pressed forward, sliding the first couple of inches inside the overheated gash. Both parties gasped aloud at the feeling. Lisa leaned up and grasped his slim hips, pulling him forward. Rick pumped forward, wedging himself further into her. Lisa was rolling and pumping her hips towards him while squeezing her experienced pelvic muscles around the enormous cock.

Never in her life had she felt so stuffed with cock! She gazed hotly up at the laboring boy through slitted eyes. "Fuck me Rick! Fuck me hard, don't hold back, please! I need it, I need it!"

Rick's hips began to piston forward and back, slowly building momentum. There was no resistance, only sweet, hot, wet friction as he pumped rapidly between the sexy teacher's thighs. Lisa moved her hands to hold her legs back as Rick leaned forward, bracing his fists to either side of her lurching boobs. They shimmied and swayed with his thrusts, mesmerizing the excited teen's already over loaded cerebellum. 

"Good, so good," Rick mumbled.

"Oh, Rick, yeah, tell me how it feels, baby!"

"Good?" He said and grinned, realizing that no words could do justice to the velvet glove he was boring through. Lisa giggled and worked her hips faster against him.

The two lovers were sweating copiously, their rhythm matching each other thrust for thrust. Rick felt like he could fuck forever and Lisa was secretly hoping he would. She keened aloud as she experienced several mini-orgasms one after the other. Like a well-oiled piston, he pumped to and fro, never losing stroke or steam.

"Ooooo, I'll walk with a limp for a week, but it's so worth it," Lisa exclaimed looking up at the hung teen's face. Rick smiled back at her and sped up his thrusts, jolting her body. Lisa bounced like a rag doll on the end of his cock, her energy waning. After several minutes of rapid fucking, he had literally fucked her out.

Rick could feel the first tremors deep in his groin and gripped her slim waist, yanking her on and off his rigid dick. Her brown hair was plastered to her face, obscuring her lovely features, but Rick could tell she was still enjoying the fuck due to her continued moaning and cries. He pumped deeply several times and pulled back, jacking himself over her pubic mound.

Strand after thick strand leapt from his belching tube, coating her torso. This set off another orgasm in the lusty teacher and she hummed with satisfaction, feeling the hot blasts criss crossing her stomach. Rick slapped his prick against her mound, and then leaned forward, brushing away her hair. Even after the intimate act they had just shared, he hesitated. Lisa didn't however, reaching up and pulling his lips down to hers. They kissed passionately, as Lisa murmured into his mouth, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."




High School Harem Ch. 04



Later, they lay on the couch, intertwined together. Lisa confessed to overhearing of Rick's prowess and he listened awestruck as she described what she had heard prior to seducing him. He filled in a few of the blanks for her. Lisa reclined her head against his hard chest while he trailed his fingers over the soft curves of her body. She suddenly had an idea and sat up, turning to the almost dozing Rick.

"What would you say to a reciprocal arrangement, Rick?"

"Huh?"

This time she did roll her eyes. "All you have to do is keep me supplied with as much of this cock as I can stand and I'll see about adding some more notches to your bedpost. Surely there are some more senior girls you've thought about over the years."

Slowly, Rick's mouth widened into a smile.





(So? What'd you think? PLEASE send feedback. It's the only way I'll know if I'm getting any better! Love hearing the fantasies and scenarios you all have out there, keep them coming!)



High School Harem Ch. 05



(Author's Note: All characters, whether described as such or not, are all over 18 years of age. This is a continuing series of fantasies harbored since my own high school years. I welcome any and all feedback. It's why I write! Enjoy.)

Chapter 05: Angie

"What are you girls giggling about?"

It was late on a Friday afternoon, school was out for the week, and Lisa Fisher was sitting in a lawn chair behind the school. The curvy brunette was currently fulfilling her responsibility as sponsor for the school's drill team. All teachers were required to volunteer in some way for the students' extracurricular activities, and since Lisa had been on drill team when she was in high school, she was helping out by chaperoning trips, doing some choreographing and generally making sure that a "responsible" adult was present at practice. 

Describing the 25 year old Lisa as responsible was a bit of a stretch, given the fact that she was currently enjoying a physical relationship with one of the senior boys, 18 year old Rick Thomas. Their affair had begun a month ago, when she had seduced the shy boy under the guise of tutoring him in Social Studies. Lisa had targeted Rick after catching wind of his groin gift through the school's grapevine. Apparently, the introverted Rick, once the rest of his body caught up with his cock, had been banging his way through the senior class with impunity. Once she had him de-pantsed in her apartment, she hadn't been disappointed. 

The most accurate description that came to her mind when she first saw his cock was a midget's arm holding a plum. The kid was enormously gifted and under her tutelage, was rapidly learning how to use it. Since that first time, they had fucked and sucked in every position they could think of. Lisa's apartment constantly reeked of sex, but she wasn't complaining. She had even gone so far as to offer to "pimp" for him, hooking him up with any of the senior girls who caught his eye. Rick had eagerly taken her up on her offer, reeling off several girls' names whose wares he had not yet sampled. In fact, three of the girls on his "To Do" list were sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of Lisa at the moment, all being members of the drill team. They all had their heads together, sharing in low tones some bit of juicy gossip. 

"Oh, nothing Miss Fisher," Angie Hill, the most outspoken of the three, said. Angie was 18 and a senior, as were the other two, Stephanie Forney and Ann Hopkins. The girls had been best friends for forever and currently all shared leadership of the drill team. Lisa had asked the three to stay after practice, presumably to talk about the drill team, but in reality, to put hers' and Rick's plan into motion. As she watched the three girls chat, she had to hand it to Rick; he had good taste in potential fuck buddies.

All three girls were undeniably gorgeous, their skin smooth and tanned from the summer. Angie had brown, shoulder length hair and was the shortest of the three, barely cracking 5'. Her body was toned and curvy, with hips and tits just the right size for her frame. She got more than her share of attention from the boys in school and took advantage of this, bouncing from one senior boy's backseat to the other. She was widely known in school for her slutty ways and Rick could probably hook up with her all on his own, but why go to the extra effort when you had Lisa ready and willing to assist?

Stephanie was the blonde in the group with round curves and a frame just this side of plump. Her hair was mid-length, just brushing her shoulders and she had big blue eyes, highlighted by her long eye lashes. She had an ample bust line which was the source of many a hard-on in the bleachers as she flounced about during the drill team's performances. She was the least sexually experienced of the three, most of her activities confined to sweaty grab and gropes at the drive-in.

Ann, the undeniable leader of the group, had had long, slightly curly brown hair, but she had cut it off into a short bob just prior to school starting. She had dark brown eyes and a statuesque figure, with long legs and a nice bubble ass. As with Angie, she had boobs well-suited to her frame (sorry to disappoint my big tit obsessed readers?). Her maturity for her age put her out of reach of the high school boys and she was currently dating a sophomore in college. 

Lisa sat in her chair, trying not to be too overt in her attempt to over hear the girls' conversation. She was still mulling over how to put her plan into action when she distinctly heard Rick's name come up.

"Rick? Rick Thomas? Is that who you all are talking about?" 

The three girls turned towards Lisa and she could see from the flush in their cheeks that not only were they talking about her Rick, but whatever they were discussing was probably not G rated. 

"Yes ma'am," Stephanie explained. "We were just talking about how much he had grown up over the summer." In reality, they were comparing what they had each heard concerning the hung boy's escapades.

"Its funny that you mention him," Lisa said, standing up and stretching, before folding up her lawn chair. "I'm thinking about asking him to be our new equipment manager." The job entailed lugging the team's flags and other props on and off the football field and accompanying them on road trips to away games. It was the long road trips on the bus that had Lisa thinking would be a good way to "introduce" Rick to the girls. "What do you all know about him?"

Stephanie and Angie dissolved in giggles while Ann merely smiled. Lisa could tell she wasn't going to get a straight answer from them, so she let it go. As she was picking up her stuff to leave, Angie spoke up.

"What was it that you wanted us to stay after for Miss Fisher?"

Lisa had to think for a second, but then it occurred to her that they needed to work up a new routine for the half-time show. "What are ya'll doing tomorrow afternoon? We need to choreograph a new routine." It turned out that Stephanie and Ann both had prior commitments, but Angie was free and promised to show up at Lisa's apartment tomorrow afternoon.

Thirty short minutes later, Lisa blew a stray strand of her hair out of her face as she gazed lustfully down at Rick Thomas. He was currently stretched out on her bed, shorn of clothes and was assisting Lisa in bouncing her curvy hips atop his towering pole. He had been waiting at her door step for her and the two lovers had not wasted any time falling into bed. 

Rick's rigid cock sluiced rapidly in and out of Lisa's wet gash and while he still stretched her like never before, it was becoming easier to handle his womb broom, which led her to worry that he was ruining her for any future lovers. So long as she had ready access to the hung teen she wasn't going to worry about doing without his big dick any time soon though.

"Uh yeah, fuck me Rick. Pump that big thing up in me!" Lisa closed her eyes as goose bumps erupted on her flesh from the thrill of being fucked so thoroughly. While Rick was nude, Lisa hadn't bothered to strip bare. Her panties and wind shorts were pulled to the side allowing him access. She reached down and grasped the bottom of her tank top and lifted it up and off her head. Her big boobs bounced naughtily inside the confines of her simple white bra, but she wanted to feel the rough scrape of Rick's hard body against them. She reached for the front clasp and in a quick movement, separated the two cups, allowing them to swing free. Rick immediately reached up and cupped the orbs in his strong hands. He slid his thumbs over her hard nipples before tweaking them.

"Mmmm! That's it lover, pinch my hard nipples!" Rick continued to do just that, pinching and pulling on her nipples, turning them a bright shade of red. Due to his eagerness and inexperience, Rick sometimes got a bit overexcited, but Lisa loved it rough. She lowered herself down until her hands were poised to either side of his broad shoulders.

For his part, Rick couldn't think of a single thing he'd rather be doing on a Friday afternoon or any time of day for that matter. Since him and Miss...Lisa had started fucking, his evenings had turned into one blur of flesh and fluids. This was foreign territory to the shy youth for up until a couple of months ago, he'd never even seen a real live boob, much less fucked, sucked, squeezed or painted one with one of his tremendous loads as he had since first hooking up with a couple of hot college coeds. As readers of this series know, he'd plowed his way through several of his classmates since then. However, since he and Lisa had started fucking, he'd been off the market so to speak, confining himself to the busty teacher currently laboring atop him. His activities were the subject of wide spread speculation among the senior female population at school as they to a person all wanted time with the overnight sensation.

As far as Rick's parents knew, he was spending his evenings studying with Miss Fisher. His grades, for whatever reason, were improving, which pleased them, but it wasn't due to any studying. The only thing being pored over or studied was Lisa's highly fuckable body.

Rick felt the gentle, soft press of Lisa's oversized mams scraping against his chest as he reached down and clasped her undulating buttocks in his hands. Listening to her sighs and moans of passion, he was astounded for the thousandth time how much his life had changed since his "secret" had hit the streets. In the last three months, he had banged two college chicks, four of his senior classmates and a teacher. Not a bad way to break an 18 year old dry spell! Even though he was becoming a cocksman of particular renown, some things hadn't changed and Rick was still painfully shy when it came to girls. He was comfortable pumping his prodigious pud into them, but the simple act of carrying on a conversation escaped him. He had thought that after shellacking Kim Witt, the school's head cheerleader, and punching out her quarterback boyfriend Blake, he would somehow be transformed into some kind of high school deity, but this was not the case. He still had to be constantly on his guard to keep Blake and his goon squad from pounding him between classes and he still clammed up whenever approached by any of the senior girls. Things with Lisa though were much different.

In the safe confines of Lisa's apartment, Rick felt safe and comfortable and had shared more with her than with anyone else in his young life. Not to say that he and Lisa sat around discussing world politics or anything, but at least he was able to keep up his end of a conversation.

Rick was yanked from his daydreaming by the high pitched yelps and squeals coming from Lisa. He couldn't believe he had been so distracted that he had almost forgotten about the older goddess twitching on top of him. He was almost disappointed that he had missed the chance to cum with her, until she started to slide down his torso. Lisa stopped when her tits were positioned directly over his groin. She steadied herself on outstretched arms as Rick eagerly reached down and squeezed her big, soft jugs around his massive shaft. He immediately began to thrust between them, his big mushroom head glancing off the hollow of her tender throat on each upstroke. When he had established a quick rhythm, Lisa looked up at him and grinned.

"Penny for your thoughts?" When Rick only grinned back at her, Lisa rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on Rick! I was up there bouncing like the Easter Bunny and you were a million miles away! What gives?"

Rick was still somewhat distracted, with good reason, by the delicious sight of Lisa's jugs cradling his dick, so he almost didn't register she was speaking to him.

"Huh? What?" From the look on her face, he could tell she was about to get pissed off, so he finally came up with something. "Oh, nothing. Just thinking about you."

"Rick...."

He grinned bashfully. "Ok, I was thinking about some of the other girls." A soft "fap fap fap fap" was now emanating from the junction of his cock and her tits as his thrusts became more urgent.

"See," she admonished, "Honesty is the best policy. You know I'd never be jealous of you. In fact, I've lined up an opportunity tomorrow for you." The heat of Rick's long dick between her tits was turning Lisa on and she could feel little mini orgasms popping between her legs. She didn't know if they were aftershocks or the heralds of a new climax. She hoped the latter. 

Rick's log lurched between the velvety mounds at the possibility of Lisa bringing him some fresh pussy.

"Who is it?"

"Well that would ruin the surprise," she smiled. "Let's just say that it is someone high on your 'To Do' list and they're coming over here tomorrow to practice drill team."

Rick thrust faster, squeezing Lisa's tits ever tighter around his aching cock. How fucking lucky could one guy get? He had the tits of the hottest teacher in school wrapped around his cock and here she was, pimping on the side for him as well! His hips lurched off the mattress, skewering Lisa's fun bags, sending a long strand of funk juice splashing up against the base of her chin. Lisa squealed and sealed her sucking lips around his fountaining cock, siphoning off the remainder of his passion.

Once he was done spewing, Rick lay gasping as Lisa suckled his spent member. He watched her draw her swollen lips off his pole and swallow down his offering.

"Ummmm, yummy as always Rick!" she purred. Her lips glistened glossily when she smiled at him. Lisa rolled off the bed, bent over and picked up Rick's clothing and tossed it to him. He caught it and looked at her surprised.

"Don't you want to...?"

"Yes, I do," Lisa replied, "That's why you need to leave. Go home and start storing up an extra big batch for tomorrow. You're going to need it!"

As Rick watched Carrie Moore's slick, puffy lips slide up and down his thick pole, he crossed his fingers that his normal recovery time would apply.

It was close to 2 a.m. on Saturday morning and he had been awakened by the cliché "rocks on the window pane". Opening his 2nd story bedroom window, he'd found himself gazing down the deep cleavage of Carrie's low cut top. She'd waved cheerfully and gestured him down. Upon sneaking out of the house and hesitantly walking up to her, he had been taken aback when she unceremoniously dropped to her knees on the dew slick ground and yanked his pajama bottoms down.

Between long, deep sucks of his throat swabber, she apologized for setting him up that day at the gym after school. "I really did want to suck this big thing Rick," she unnecessarily explained. "But somehow Blake got wind of it and decided to jump you before you got there."

Rick didn't reply, only gripped her brownish-blonde hair tighter and pumped his hips a little faster. Carrie was having no trouble taking his pole half way to the base. She'd tried to replicate Leanne's deep throat, but had come up short. Her Hoover like suction and active tongue left him with no gripes however. When his cock head bumped the back of her throat on the fore stroke he paused to let her apply her considerable suction skill before drawing back as her wet tongue slithered along the underside. Carrie's one hand now came up to cradle his swinging nuts and her other insinuated itself between his ass crack. When he felt her finger slide into his ass and tap on his pulsing prostate, he bit back a scream and began to fire off in her mouth. 

Carrie game fully struggled to keep up with his profuse blasts, but they quickly overwhelmed her, drooling out the sides of her wide stretched mouth and dribbling onto her heaving chest. "Mmmm, mmmm, aggggg!" she mumbled around his stick, swallowing back his thick offering. Rick hissed through his teeth as she drained his balls. Carrie continued to suckle gently on his softening cock until he pulled back, the shaft flopping down, and a strand of cum still connecting it to her bloated lips. She sexily smacked her lips and blew him a kiss before he helped her to her feet. She threw her arms around his neck and stretched towards his mouth. "Give uth a kith!" 

Rick made a face and pulled back from her. He hadn't realized she had been drinking until the smell of liquor and cum washed over him from her mouth. Not that he hadn't tasted his own salty output before, he'd kissed Lisa dozens of times after she'd copped his load, but the lethal combination of Boone's Farm and ball juice turned his stomach. Carrie stumbled back, her hand gathering up the dregs from the corners of her mouth and licking them clean. She didn't appear to be pissed at his refusal though, calling over her shoulder, "Thanks for the late night snack!" as she stumbled into the darkness. Rick shook his head and headed to his room. He needed to catch some shut eye before tomorrow's activities. 

The next morning, Rick was dismayed when his mom insisted he mow the yard before running off to "play with his friends". Since he couldn't exactly tell his mom he had a fuck date planned, he sullenly pushed the mower round the yard, leaving numerous stray tufts of grass in his wake until his father pointed them out, creating an additional fifteen minutes to the already two hour torture.

When he had finally finished and showered, he called Lisa's apartment.

"Hello?"

"It's me," he whispered since his mom was around the corner in the kitchen.

"Rick! Where the hell have you been?" Lisa hissed into the phone. "We finished the routine a half-hour ago and I've played hell keeping her here since we've been done!"

"Sorry. Had to mow," he mumbled.

"Well, get your big cock over here ASAP!" she whispered and hung up the phone.

Rick placed the phone back in the cradle, told his mom he was headed out and hopped on his Huffy, pedaling furiously to Lisa's apartment. As he flew into the parking lot, he spotted Lisa and an unidentified girl on the grass outside the complex, going through a series of gyrations and dance moves. He pedaled over, eager to find out exactly who Lisa had selected for their first "victim".

Angie blew her sweaty hair out of her face with a huff. This was the fifth fucking time Miss Fisher was insisting they repeat their new half-time routine, in order to get it "just right". She was hot, tired and hungry for it had been a long morning. Miss Fisher bent over the boom box, rewinding the cassette tape, so Angie turned around to first position. That's when she saw something that brightened her day considerably.

Rick Thomas, the subject of much wide spread speculation, was not thirty feet away, astride his bicycle and studying her intently. She smiled broadly at him and perched her hand on her hip, adopting a sexy "come hither" pose. Rick's face went white, and then blushed beet red. He dropped his gaze to the grass, avoiding Angie's twinkling brown eyes until Miss Fisher looked up and noticed him.

"Rick, glad you could make it," Lisa said, coming up behind Angie. She grinned widely and shot a thumb up at Rick. "I thought you could watch the new routine and get an idea of what we do each week," she explained for Angie's benefit.

Angie didn't care why the supposedly hung teen was there, she was just thankful that she would have a chance to throw her name into his hat before Stephanie or Ann. She was dying to find out if the rumors were true. Angie made no bones about her fascination with boners and if the stories were true, the biggest one seen in a long time was currently lying along the left ("no right....no DEFINITELY left") thigh of the shy boy in front of her. Angie licked her lips and flipped her shoulder length brown hair back. "Can I dance for you Rick?"

Rick felt like he was swallowing a grapefruit as he gulped nervously. He could only slowly nod his head. He dropped his bike to the curb with a clatter and walked over to the lawn chair that Lisa was gesturing to. He was intent on taking a circuitous route around Angie until he gathered some courage, but as he drew near, she stepped close and rested a cool hand on his hard bicep. "It'll be nice to get a man's opinion." Rick swallowed another grapefruit and folded himself into the chair. Lisa punched the play button and the pumping beat of a Prince song began. Angie fixed her eyes on Rick's and began to dance with the beat.




High School Harem Ch. 05



Her hips dipped and swung rhythmically as she twirled and performed. When she bent at her waist, her back to Rick, and grasped her ankles before rolling her hips, Rick's already half hard cock lurched in the tight confines of his shorts. Angie spun around and stalked forward until she was at his feet. Rick nervously wiped his sweaty palms on his shorts and sat zombie like in his chair, unable to tear his eyes away from the sexy dance unfolding in front of him.

Lisa pursed her lips and cocked an eyebrow when Angie bent forward, rested her hands on Rick's shoulders and whipped her head about, her hair flying wildly. "That's not part of the routine," she thought. "This maybe easier than I thought!" 

The song came to an end and Angie stopped dancing, but remained where she was, panting, her warm breath smelling slightly of the spearmint gum she was chewing. Her face was only six inches from Rick's. They both licked their lips slowly and Lisa was sure they were about to tear into each other when Angie spoke softly. "So, what'd you think?"

Rick started to clap his hands, but actually missed his own hand with his first try. He sat gape mouthed as Angie smiled and stood up. Presumably in an attempt to cool herself, Angie grasped the front of her T shirt and moved it out and in, drawing Rick's eyes to her straining nipples. 

Lisa didn't think the opportunity would get any better, so she clapped her hands. "Good job Angie! I think Rick's reaction indicates we have ourselves a winner! Why don't we get some lunch?"

Angie slowly slid her gaze down Rick's muscled frame until her eyes rested on the twitching tube apparent in his shorts. "I could eat," she murmured. "How 'bout you Rick?" Rick nodded his head slowly, not missing where her gaze was directed. "I'm going to wash my hands," Angie said and turned, heading up to Lisa's apartment. She blatantly rolled her hips for Rick's benefit as he and Lisa followed her up. Once inside the cool apartment, Angie headed for the hall bath.

Lisa grabbed the still gaping Rick by his arm and gripped his big hard on with her other hand. "Did you see the look on her face Rick? You've got to make your move now!" He nodded. "I'm going for burgers!" she called for Angie's benefit. She whispered in Rick's ear, "You can do it baby! I'm looking forward to seeing it when I get back!" Lisa then slipped out the door, shutting it loudly so that Angie would know she was gone.

Unbeknownst to Lisa and Rick, Angie wasn't as slow on the uptake as she let on. During her routine, she had noticed that Lisa wasn't watching her dance; her eyes were also glued to the big snake pulsing in Rick's pants! Once inside the bath, Angie had pressed her ear to the door and distinctly heard Lisa's comment about Rick making "his move". 

"So, that's their game?" she thought. "I may be easy, but I'll be damned if I'm going to just roll over for Miss Fisher and her new boy toy!" She decided to have a little fun, while still getting what she wanted. She hurriedly began to remove her clothes. 

When the door shut behind Lisa, Rick panicked slightly. "Now what?" he thought. "Make my move? I don't have any moves!" He heard the toilet flush in the bathroom and waited for Lisa to exit, his heart pounding triple time in his chest. The moments until he heard the lock disengage and saw the knob begin to turn seemed to stretch forever. When the door finally swung open and Angie Hill exited the bath without any clothes on whatsoever, Rick thought that he was going to stroke out on the spot.

Angie smiled at him coyly, flipping her brown hair back and posing with her arm extended up the door frame. She cocked her hips sexily, her other hand grazing along her flat waist before teasing through the wiry, close cropped hair in the V between her thighs. Rick's eyes jumped from her full tits to her pussy and back again, eagerly absorbing every detail. Her areolas were small, two inches across and capped by eager, jutting nipples, pale pink in color. Rick watched transfixed as she brought her hand up and cupped a breast, teasing the nipple and jiggling it before his bugging eyes.

"See any thing you like Rick?"

Rick nodded his head rapidly. "Lots!"

Angie smiled and licked her lips. "Good, 'cause were going to have us some fun. First though, I have to know if all the hype is true." She nodded down, her eyes glued to his tenting crotch.

"Huh?" the slow on the uptake teen asked.

"Your cock. I want to see your cock," Lisa explained, somewhat exasperated that she had to spell it out so blatantly.

Always eager to please, Rick lowered his zipper and hauled his prick out into the air. Angie hissed between her teeth as the monstrosity appeared. It bounced and settled to point directly at her. No descriptors had done him justice. It was enormous, the head huge and purple and the long pink shaft jutting out thickly. His full balls swung heavily beneath, one riding up slightly higher than the other. She could tell that the output of those huge eggs would put any of the other boys she had ever been with to shame. Her mouth was practically salivating as she imagined the hot poker sliding between her full lips, her mouth stretching to accommodate his girth. She resisted the urge to drop subserviently to her knees and suck him like the slut she was. She had bigger plans in mind. Angie crooked a finger at Rick and beckoned him to follow as she casually strolled into Lisa's bedroom. Rick followed like a puppy dog.

Once they were in the room, Angie turned to Rick and said, "Now Rick, it's obvious that you and Miss Fisher are fucking, hmmm?" Rick could only nod dumbly, his eyes glued to her abundant charms on display. "So, where does she keep her goodies?" Rick looked perplexed and Angie sighed, thinking, "It's a good thing he's got that big dick, 'cause he sure is dumb," but she patiently explained to him what she was looking for. "You know, lubes, vibrators, that sort of thing."

"Oh," Rick said, catching on, "They're in the nightstand. Why?"

Angie didn't answer before opening the drawer and examining the contents. When she found what she was looking for she dangled the fur lined handcuffs in his face and smiled sweetly. "Because you're about to help me, while I help you."

Lisa did actually go get take-out burgers and fries so that she wouldn't be tempted to interrupt the festivities too early. She stood just outside her apartment door and took a deep breath, imagining what she hoped to find inside. If all went according to plan, in moments she would not only have Rick's big prong at her disposal, but Angie's lush body as well. For while she first and foremost loved the cock, a taut fit teen coed was almost as much fun to play with. She unlocked the door and eased it open.

When Lisa saw Rick sitting, fully clothed on the couch, her shoulders slumped in disappointment. She pushed the door shut with her foot behind her. Rick looked up at her, no expression on his face.

"Rick? What happened? Where's Angie?"

Rick shrugged his shoulders. "She left."

Lisa huffed, frustrated that the plan had somehow failed. "What happened? Did you say or do anything? Please tell me you at least tried to fuck her."

He again shrugged his shoulders. "I guess she wasn't interested. She just took off."

Lisa was beyond disappointed. She had really been looking forward to bedding the nubile girl along with Rick. She walked over to the dining room table and dropped the greasy sacks of food on it. "Well, what did you say? Did you..." She shook her head. "Nope, doesn't matter now anyways. I just hope whatever you did doesn't come back to bite me in the ass."

Rick nodded his head in understanding. Lisa had been honest with him about the circumstances that had brought her to his school and he could understand her worry that the same situation could repeat itself and result in her needing to skip town. It was his biggest concern that he could put Lisa's job in jeopardy, for even though he was 18, he was still a student and she was his teacher and what they were doing would not be looked upon kindly by school officials. He had taken great pains to keep their activities private, even though he had no confidants he would have told anyways. He felt guilty for the deception he was now engaging in, but Angie had assured him that it would all be worth it. Lisa turned away from him and started to pull food out of the sacks. Rick took a deep breath.

"Uh, Lisa? I'm pretty horny. You want to fuck?"

Lisa turned to look at him. She couldn't help but smile and laugh at the hangdog look on his face as he sat there on the couch, unconsciously rubbing his hard on through his shorts. She had really expected too much out of the kid to seduce Angie in the very apartment of their teacher when they could have been "discovered" at any second. Fact was, she was horny too, and her anticipation of the three-way had kept her juices simmering since last night. In answer to his question, she pushed down and off her panties and shorts and headed for the bedroom, whipping her top off on the way. Rick bounced up off the couch and followed, her bra landing on his head as she unclasped and tossed it over her shoulder. She tossed herself into the middle of the bed, her big tits rebounding off each other, her brown hair framing her face. "Does this answer your question?" she purred, gathering her breasts in her hands and squeezing them.

Rick grinned and walked to the side of the bed. "Hey Lisa, could we try something different today?"

Lisa sat up on her elbows. This was new, she thought. Normally Rick just got it up and was game for whatever she suggested. She was pleased to see him taking a more assertive role. It almost made up for her disappointment with their plans gone awry. Besides, if Angie Hill put two and two together and blabbed, this might be one of the last times she'd have with the obscenely hung stud. "Sure baby, what do you have in mind?"

Rick's grin widened and he pulled her pair of sex cuffs from his pocket and dangled them in front of her surprised, but pleased face.

Five minutes later, with a considerable amount of instruction from the "victim", Rick had Lisa securely cuffed to the bed, her hands extended to the posts of the head board. The freedom of her hands denied her, Lisa excitedly ground her thighs together to scratch the itch beginning between them. Rick smiled down at her as he began to strip off his clothes.

"Is this something you've thought a lot about Rick?" Lisa whispered, noting the beads of perspiration on his brow. He didn't answer, his rigid cock swinging upwards at the same time that the closet doors behind him slowly opened and Angie Hill stepped out smiling, as nude as Lisa and Rick. Lisa's mouth dropped open in shock as the smirking Angie walked slowly forward, stopping behind Rick and pressed her supple body against his.

"I think a better question is, have you thought a lot about me Lisa?" From behind, Angie ran her right hand over Rick's hard pecs and abs, while her left hand reach around and grasped the prodigious cock straining forward. "You don't mind if I call you Lisa, do you Miss Fisher?"

Lisa nervously licked her lips, not out of fear, for she didn't think that the two teens would do anything to hurt her, but more out of excitement and anticipation to see what was planned for her. She shook her head negatively. "How...how did you know?"

Angie giggled like a schoolgirl (which she was). "I heard you talking while I was in the bathroom, but come on; did you honestly think I would fall for something so contrived?"

Lisa again shook her head in the negative, watching transfixed as Angie whipped her little hand up and down the mighty shaft jutting out not two feet away.

"Well, you were right! You should have just told Rick to drop trou right there in the living room. I've been hot for his cock since I first heard the rumors around school. Now I find out that he has all I could ever want and more, plus delivers me a delicious teacher to play with...what more could a girl ask for?"

Angie's right hand had joined her left and she was now pumping Rick's cock with both hands. It was steadily leaking fuck lube at the tip, which she was gathering up to slick the nasty hand job. Lisa's mouth was filling with saliva so turned on was she by the sexy sight. She desperately wanted that big shlong in her mouth, to feel the spongy knob sliding over her wet tongue, the thick shaft stretching her plump lips. Her legs twitched against each other as she strained to rub them together in such a way as to get some relief. "Please, please, somebody touch me!" she croaked.

Angie was standing on her tip toes, licking and kissing all along the back of Rick's neck as his head lolled backwards from the passion of her touch. She looked over his shoulder at Lisa, her brown eyes twinkling with merriment. "Not just yet I think. You need a little time to think about how much you've taken me for granted, even though your theory has been borne out. Why don't you just watch for now?"

Angie now slid around the side of Rick, while dropping lower, so by the time she was at his hip, her knees were firmly on the ground. She glanced at Lisa's flushed face two feet away. "Is it ok if I suck your cock Lisa?"

Lisa knew she was addressing her, but Rick, as always, was a step behind everyone else. "Sure! Go ahead," he eagerly answered. He turned his body, the long pole now waved in front of Angie's face. Angie again looked at Lisa.

"No, Rick. This is Lisa's cock. I want to know if it's ok with her if I suck it."

Lisa bit her bottom lip as waves of excitement rippled though her curvy frame. Her overheated skin ached for the touch of a hand, any hand. She was getting what she wanted, albeit not how she had planned, so she resigned herself to the role of spectator for now. "Suck him. Suck his cock," she huskily whispered. She watched as Angie smiled broadly then turned to face the enormous dick pulsing in front of her.

Her hands in her lap, Angie began to lick the upper, inner thighs of the quivering teen boy as he stood like a statue over her, his hands on his hips. Each switch from one thigh to the other brought her higher, until she began to graze his ball sack with her tongue. With each pass she spent more time on his crinkly nuts, sucking them into her hot mouth one by one until she was at eye level with his prick. Angie pressed her plump lips into the crease of his thigh and groin, wiggling her tongue up and down.  

Rick's hands were now clenched at his sides, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to grasp Angie's head and plunge his bone into her mouth. He looked down at Lisa, her arms extended overhead, helpless to participate in the erotic scene unfolding just out of reach. Their eyes met and he mouthed, "I'm sorry." Lisa bit her lip and mouthed back, "Don't be," for despite her desire to jump headlong into the fray, the helplessness and anticipation was turning her on incredibly. She knew that when she was able to participate, the wait would be worth it. 

Angie drew back until the angry purple head bobbed before her lips. She extended her wet, pink tongue and flicked it over the spongy head, droplets of precum dotting the surface. Rolling it around the tip coated it in her shiny saliva as she continued to lick, her eyes gazing upwards to Rick's face to see his reaction. Rick's balls were boiling with the need to cum and he summoned all his willpower to keep from doing so. Satisfied with the glossy sheen she had applied to his knob, Angie opened her mouth over the bulbous head and began to tenderly suck him into her mouth.

The fat head filled her mouth as she stretched her lips around it. The heat from his prick bathed her squirming tongue as she struggled to wiggle it along the thick tube while it slid into her mouth. All too soon his knob bumped the back of her throat, causing her to reflexively cough and pull back, a thick, viscous strand of saliva still connecting her lips to his cock. She cleared her throat and shook her head, then stacked her hands on his cock at the root, in order to prevent herself or him from going too deep. As it was, she was now able to bob her head rapidly along his penis to the accompaniment of loud smacks and slurps.

"Fuck, that's sexy," Lisa murmured, her head turned to watch Angie's swollen lips sliding up and down. Angie winked at her before popping the cock out of her mouth.

"He tastes soooo good Lisa! And it's so fucking big! I can't wait to feel it stretching my tight little pussy!" She popped Rick back into her mouth and sucked voraciously, her cheeks hollowed out around him. "In fact, I can't wait any longer!" Angie stood and turned towards the bed, placing her hands on the edge right beside Lisa's body. She wiggled her tight ass back towards Rick, who got the idea for once and saddled up behind her. As he was getting into position, Angie leaned down and flicked her tongue over Lisa's turgid nipples. Lisa moaned low in her throat and arched her back, eager to feel more of Angie's mouth on her boobs.

Rick drug the fat head of his cock through the slippery folds of Angie's cunt, bathing himself with her hot wetness. He positioned the thick head at her pussy and began to pump himself into her slowly. Despite the wetness of her pussy and Rick's tender approach, Angie nipped at Lisa's nipple as the big intruder speared her opening.

"Ohhhhh! Go slow lover!" she squealed. Angie could feel every solid inch sinking in. He felt like a granite column spearing into her and there was no give or flex to the shaft as it steadily bore into her. Rick pumped forward and pulled back, more and more of his cock shining with her wetness as he progressed. Angie wasn't the tightest fuck he'd had to date, but the way she rolled and pumped her round ass back at him had all eight of his cylinders pumping at high speed. Rick gripped her soft hips and propelled her on and off his cock. As he speared forward, he twisted and rolled his own hips, hitting hidden spots of pleasure for Angie.

"Uh, uh, uh, ohhhh yessss! That's it! Fuck me Rick! Fuck me!" Angie whimpered, her hair flying about over Lisa's torso as she was pummeled from behind. At the rate he was battering into her, it was no longer possible for her to keep her mouth on Lisa's boobs, so she reached over with her left hand and began to gently rub the teacher's hot, wet pussy.

The restrained Lisa moaned and shook as she finally felt Angie's tender touch on her aching cunt. She squirmed and twisted on the bed at the feel of Angie's fingers sliding through her wet lips and dipping into her hot hole. Angie was a true multi-tasker, somehow being able to finger fuck and twiddle Lisa while still slamming back against the bone jarring thrusts of Rick.

Rick was huffing and puffing as he slung his slim hips into Angie. He could feel the harbinger of his orgasm deep in his swinging balls as they slapped wetly up against Angie's cuntal mound. "I...I...I'm gonna cum!" he stammered and started to pull out of the velvety hole.

"No, no! Shoot it in me, baby! Fill me up!" Angie squealed. Rick grasped her upper arms tightly, pulling her more upright and slammed rapid fire into her, the smacks of their teen flesh rebounding off the bedroom walls. Lisa was momentarily disappointed when Angie's fingers left her cunt, but she hoped that her time was now coming.

Angie's guts were doing flip flops as the enormous pole was pistoned into her. Her own orgasm was not far off, but she did not care if it came at the same time as Rick's. She had other plans for her climax.

"Ung, ung, ahhhhhh!" Rick moaned loudly, his cock swelling then spewing forth inside Angie. His cock belched stream after stream deep inside her, bathing her walls with his seed. Angie hoped the 99% effectiveness of her birth control held out under the onslaught of the millions of squigglers being released into her. Behind her, Rick bellowed his passion and lurched to and fro his body on auto pilot as he savored the tunnel vision inducing orgasm.




High School Harem Ch. 05



Spent, Rick slumped against Angie gasping for breath. Lisa looked up at the two teens. She ached to reach up and cup Angie's delicious breasts as they quivered and shook above her. Lisa whimpered excitedly, causing Angie to open her shut eyes and smile down at her teacher sweetly.

"Oooooh, Lisa! He's exquisite! He filled me up so full!" She smirked for a second and then asked, "Are you hungry?" Lisa nodded affirmatively, her upper teeth nibbling her full bottom lip. She pulled away from Rick, his long cock flopping down out of her hole. Angie put her hand between her legs and extracted it, daintily licking her fingers. "Mmmm, yummy!" She then crawled onto the bed and positioned her well-fucked pussy right above Lisa's salivating mouth, her tongue moving already, anticipating the oncoming feast. Angie reached down and pulled Lisa's head upwards and moaned as she felt her teacher's mouth seal around her juicy fuck hole.

Lisa slurped and licked voraciously as Rick and Angie's combined juices flooded her mouth. She swallowed down the sweet, salty flow as fast as her wiggling tongue could extract it. She struggled uselessly against the velvet cuffs, desperate to cup the twitching, quivering ass cheeks bouncing on her chin.

"I think I've made my point, don't you Rick?" Angie said, thrilling to Lisa's sucking, licking mouth. She looked over her shoulder at the shy teen, but he was worlds away, his eyes glued to his sexy teacher's mouth feasting on Angie's snatch. His briefly flagging cock was quickly reviving as he whipped his hand along it. "Rick?" she repeated. "Why don't you take off the cuffs?" 

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Rick scrambled to unlock the cuffs with the key on the bedside table. He twisted the locks in turn. As soon as her hands were free, Lisa immediately reached up and filled her hands with Angie's firm tits as the teenager bounced her delectable ass on her face. 

"Unnnnh, oh, yuh, yuh, yeeeeeahhhhh!" As Lisa twisted her nipples while keeping up her onslaught on her gash, Angie exploded in orgasm causing even more juice to flow into Lisa's sucking mouth. She slurped and drank deeply of the sweet nectar as Angie bounced on her face, her features scrunched up in ecstasy. The oral onslaught soon became too much for Angie and she slipped off Lisa's pussy slicked face, sliding down her body until they were face to face. Lisa's arms came around and pulled the sexy girl to her. Their mouths met in a long, passionate kiss before Angie began lapping around her mouth, tasting the sweet combination of her new lover's passion.

Rick stood mutely beside the bed, his newly hard cock bobbing in front of him. His brain struggled to process the sexy tableau in front of him. It seemed every day brought a new, mind-blowing experience. Who would have thought he'd ever get to watch two sexy women make out, much less the captain of the drill team and his Social Studies teacher?

On cue, Lisa turned her beautiful face to him and smiled lustily. "What are you waiting for stud? There are a couple of hot holes down there just waiting for your big cock!" Rick grinned broadly and his smile threatened to split his skull when Angie upped the ante.

"Make that three. I want that big cock in my ass too."

Lisa then went all in. "Hell, make it four!"

Rick knelt between the tangle of legs and began to rub his cock over Lisa's gushing slit. He wasted no time pushing forward, fucking three thick inches into his sexy teacher. At the same time, he nudged Angie forward, which served two purposes: first it brought her dangling tits within reach of Lisa's mouth, and secondly he was now able to enjoy his own snack. 

He first licked deeply between her swollen cunt lips before working his way north to her tight rosebud. Before delving into the tasty looking morsel, Rick gently bit each up thrust ass cheek, setting off a cacophony of moans from the two women, one stuffed full of cock, the other eagerly anticipating the rimming to come. His lower body was a blur of motion thrusting into Lisa while he clung to Angie's hips and began to circle her asshole with his tongue. Once the surrounding skin was slick with his mouth he began to worm his tongue up her funky hole.

Lisa's tongue flicked rapidly over Angie's stiff nipple stuffed into her mouth. From time to time she nipped it as her cunt convulsed in anticipation of her rapidly approaching orgasm. Rick's long probe was sluicing rapidly in and out of her, bringing her closer and closer. She couldn't tell exactly what was going on above her, but whatever it was, Angie was enjoying it judging by her squeals and whimpers. 

When Rick plunged deeply into her and flexed his cock, the fireworks exploded in her brain. Lisa screamed around the firm boob in her mouth. Only the presence of Angie atop her prevented her from flopping off the bed as she was wracked by wave after wave of pleasure. This had been a long time coming and tears of pleasure and release rolled down her cheeks. "Godddddd!" she screamed when another mini jolt hit her. The pleasure soon became too much and she squirmed backwards away from the steady probe of Rick. Angie raised herself up on her arms allowing Lisa to slide upwards and sit back against the headboard, the cute teen's chin propped on her flat stomach. 

"Wow!" Lisa gasped. "You two are something else!" Angie winked at her and she could tell that Rick was smiling even though his face was still firmly pressed between Angie's cheeks. With one final slurp, Rick pulled back and crouched over Angie, pointing his formidable poker towards her holiest of holies. 

Lisa patted and smoothed Angie's hair while the teen turned her face to look back at Rick. "Take it slow and easy, please Rick?" He was too caught up in aiming his missile to acknowledge, but Lisa put her mind at ease.

"Don't worry Angie. I've taught him well."

Angie's face flushed and her lips pressed tightly against each other. Lisa knew what she was going through as she watched Rick feed himself into the tight hole.

"Ohhhhh, goddamn that's big!" she moaned. The tension on her face slackened once Rick made it past the strong outer muscles. Angie cooed and calmed the shuddering teen as Rick's pace quickened once he had half of his cock lodged in her ass. "What we'll do for a big cock," Lisa thought, watching alternate pleasure and pain wash over Angie's face.

Rick was squatting over Angie's supple ass, pumping the thick baby maker into her guts. The clasping, squeezing muscles felt exquisite around him. It was everything a cock could ask for: hot, tight and responsive. Angie's hips began to roll as she became accustomed to him.

"Oh, yeah, fuck my ass off Rick!" she called over her shoulder. She looked up at Lisa. "Grrrrrrr, god damn that feels good!" she practically spat.

Lisa laughed. "Well, since you're in such good spirits, how open are you to expanding this party?"

Angie squinted and tried to focus on the question despite the explosions deep inside her as Rick buggered her. "Huh? What are you...oh, oh, uh, uh, shit!" Like a well-oiled machine, Rick was now picking up his pace, eager to dump a hot load in the girl's guts. Angie's body shunted forwards and back under the hard battering thrusts as Lisa cradled her body to her own.

"What I'm suggesting is that since you have a pool in your backyard, why don't you invite Stephanie and Ann over for a little pool party tomorrow? Rick and I could just happen to drop by...."

Even through the waves of pleasure washing over her, Angie pictured the myriad pleasures the five of them could enjoy. It just so happened that her parents were out of town for the weekend, so they would have the place to themselves. She smiled and nodded at Lisa. Lisa looked up at Rick, his focus centered on the obscene sight of his cock plundering the willing teen's ass. "How would you like that Rick? Me, Angie, Stephanie and Ann all to yourself tomorrow?"

The mere thought pushed Rick past the point of no return and he groaned and hauled himself out of the tight clutches of Angie's ass hole. Like a well choreographed dance routine, Lisa and Angie scrambled into position, their mouths open and tongues extended in front of the pulsing cock. Rick stroked once, twice and then exploded, alternately firing huge blasts of cream into each of the girls gaping mouths. He seemed to go on forever and once they had to close their mouths to swallow, he peppered their faces with the remainder.

Rick slumped back on his haunches and watched as Lisa and Angie turned to each other and began to eagerly lap his output from each other's face. He smiled to himself. Just when he thought life couldn't get any better......

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High School Harem Ch. 06



(Author's Note: All characters, whether described as such or not, are all over 18 years of age. This is a continuing series of fantasies harbored since my own high school years. I welcome any and all feedback. It's why I write! Enjoy.)

Chapter 06: Angie, Lisa, Stephanie, Ann

Lisa Fisher put her car in park, turned off the key and turned to the teenager sitting next to her. Rick Thomas took a deep breath, wiped his sweaty palms on his swim suit and looked back at her, smiling nervously.

The shy, unassuming 18 year old senior boy and his 25 year old teacher were parked in the driveway of Angie Hill, one of Rick's classmates. They had been "invited" to a pool party along with Stephanie Forney and Ann Hopkins, who were also in school with Rick. The pool party was merely a guise to bring all five of them together at once, for as reader's of this series know, Rick, after coming into his own these past few months, had been fucking his way through the crème' de la crème' of his school. 

He and Miss Fisher had engaged in a kinky three-way with Angie just this morning and it was her idea to throw the party. Ann and Stephanie were the last two notches on the bedpost that Rick had confided to Lisa during their frequent post-coital pillow talks. The busty brunette teacher was assisting her hung student in his endeavors, both to allow her ready access to his mythic appendage, but also out of genuine feelings for the kid.

What had started as purely a physical relationship between the two had bloomed into more. They both considered each other friends and Lisa often wondered if the tightness she felt in her chest when the bashful teen smiled at her was even more. Could she actually be in love with her young student? She reached out and stroked her fingertips over his temple, tucking a stray strand of his brown hair behind his ear.

"Relax honey. You've got this. The second we walk through that gate, every one of those girls' eyes are going to be on you. Remember what Angie told you?"

Rick smiled at his teacher. "I do, but I am so not cool Lisa. This is like something out of a porn movie or something!" 

Angie had confessed that she and her friends had been talking for weeks about the rumors surrounding the "new kid in town" (cue the soundtrack). After 11 years of teasing and ridiculing in school, Rick had blossomed during the summer before this, his senior year. His once pocky face was clear of the acne that plagued him and his once scrawny frame was now taut and muscular thanks to his summer laboring as a landscaper. The rest of his body had finally caught up with the eye popping cock he'd hidden out of shame for lo these many years. 

The three young girls behind the back yard gate represented the culmination of many nights spent alone in his bed, fantasizing while he "wrestled" with his big teenage snake. The geysering tributes he'd launched in their honor would have filled a 55 gallon drum, so long had he imagined a day exactly like this one was shaping up to be. Lisa cooed encouragement to her young protégé', reaching over and rubbing the fat sausage hidden beneath his swim trunks.

"Oh, baby, those girls are the lucky ones today. Once they get a look at this big dick, you'll be beating them off, instead of beating off!" The two lovers both laughed at the lame joke. Rick looked at his teacher suddenly serious.

"You're not going to take off or anything are you?"

"Not on your life hon," Lisa answered, quickly kissing him. She removed her hand from his groin and then resituated her big natural boobs in her bikini top. "I wouldn't miss out on this for the world."

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Angie had gotten her friends over at her pool under the pretext of an afternoon lying out and drinking wine coolers. It wasn't until they were there and working on their second fruity drink that she floored them with the tale of her morning. She took liberal creative licensing in describing the details, leaving out Miss Fisher entirely, but describing explicitly Rick's fat dick and the fun she'd had playing with him. She also glossed over the fact that it was Lisa's idea for them all to meet. She, Lisa and Rick had agreed that a semi-seduction of Stephanie and Ann would be much more exciting.

"Oh.....my.....God! I can't believe you fucked him!" Stephanie exclaimed once the tale had been told. She was busy smoothing suntan lotion onto herself, working it over the soft skin of her bountiful chest and arms. The blonde haired, blue eyed teen was a little on the plump side, but it worked well on her, accentuating her best feature: her large breasts.

Her friend, Ann Hopkins, watched enviously as the large orbs jiggled beneath Stephanie's hands. She'd always had small breasts and felt very self-conscious about them. This summer though, she'd had her own growth spurt, putting them in the big B to small C range. She finally felt as if she had the perfect sized accessories to accentuate her long legs and bubble ass. She took her sunglasses from her head and shook her short, bobbed brown hair back, slipping them on and settling back in the chair. "That is, if she really did..."

Angie cut her eyes at Ann as Stephanie tittered behind her hand. "I did too! You'll see!" While Stephanie accepted her role as third fiddle, Angie and Ann constantly went back and forth, waging a friendly, but competitive competition for Queen Bee of the high school. A much talked about topic at the school was which of the two would be selected homecoming queen in a few weeks. When Ann snorted her derision, Angie huffily put her own sunglasses on and settled back herself, whispering, "At least my tits are still bigger!" She smiled down her chest and palmed her firm C cups. 

It was at that moment that the three girls heard the clack of the side gate and the creak as it opened. They all eagerly sat up as one and turned to greet the new arrivals.

Miss Fisher entered first, her brown hair pulled up into a ponytail, wearing a barely there red bikini. The twin triangles of material struggled to contain the bounce of her boobs as she walked forward smiling. While no bigger than Stephanie's impressive chest, Lisa's tits looked much larger on her smaller frame. The straps of the suit hugged her hips, tying in the slim swatches only just covering her twat and ass crack. She waved and headed over. "Hey girls, thanks for inviting us!" At that moment, she realized the "us" was a "me" and she looked back for Rick.

Rick was standing just out of sight of the girls on the outside of the fence, trying desperately not to hyperventilate. He could hear Lisa greet the three 18 year old goddesses of his dreams and then heard her call him. Taking a deep breath, he put on his sunglasses and shuffled through the gate.

Lisa was standing close, smiling at him and waving him forward. Over her shoulder he saw Angie, Ann and Stephanie arising from their chairs. At the sight of the girls' bikinis, he stifled a groan and fought to keep his third leg from making its presence known. Angie and Ann both had on suits very similar to Lisa's, made up of only enough cloth to not get arrested for indecent exposure. Stephanie's was more modest, still a two piece, but covering her bottom completely, save for a stray cheek and wholly encasing her large bosom. As if a switch had been thrown, the threesome all flashed toothy smiles at Rick. He couldn't help but smile back while still ducking his chin slightly.

"Hey ya'll."

Lisa took his hand in hers, giving him assurance from her warm grasp as the girls came over. The three exchanged cheek kisses with her while their eyes roamed over the tall hunk at her side. Rick was wearing long trunks, to his knees, but no shirt. His lean muscles rippled in the sun as he first tried to shove his hands in his non-existent pockets, and then placed them awkwardly behind his back. Stephanie and Ann smiled and said hi after greeting Lisa, but Angie boldly walked to him and slipped her arms around his neck.

"Hey there," she murmured before kissing him on the lips softly. The warm feel of the curvy brunette's body against his awoke the monster in his trunks. He could feel the rush of blood to his appendage as it swelled from the proximity of his new lover. 

"Hi, Angie. How's it going?" 

She pulled back from him and took his hand, pulling him past her gape mouthed friends to the sitting area. "Better...now that you're here." Ann and Stephanie exchanged a wordless, pointed look at each other and followed, while Lisa hid a smirk behind her hand and brought up the rear.

"Can I get you a drink Rick?" Ann asked after Angie had ushered him to a lounger. Angie cut her eyes sharply at her friend as she took her hostess duty away from her. Ann smiled sweetly back at her while Stephanie and Lisa took their seats.

"S...su...sure! That'd be great!"

While Ann swished her way over to the cooler, hoping that his eyes were following her, Angie drug her chair right next to Rick's and slid onto it. "I'm so glad you came today Rick. It's such a nice day, don't you think?" She brazenly adjusted her bikini top, drawing the eyes of the timid boy. "Be a dear and put some lotion on me, ok?" She lay face down on the lounger and smiled up at him. "Oh, could you undo my straps for me?"

Rick gulped nervously, but his eager hands reached over, untying the top and bottom straps of her top. He located the lotion bottle and squeezed some into his hand, not realizing that every eye except Angie's was glued to him. He spread the lotion onto his hands then placed them on her sun warmed flesh, working it in. Angie hummed with pleasure at the feel of the boy's strong hands and stifled a giggle, knowing her friends were probably green with jealousy right now. It was at that moment that Ann, walked up, and feigning clumsiness, managed to spill a splash of the ice cold wine cooler onto Angie's back. She gasped and squealed, rolling onto her side, dislodging Rick's hands. Her arm covered her bosom, but not before Rick was treated to an eyeful of the firm oranges bouncing with her reaction.

"Shit Ann!"

"Ooops! Sooorrrryyyy!" Ann replied, no one missing the sarcasm. She handed the drink to Rick, who thanked her, before she went over and sat next to Stephanie, who punched her playfully on her shoulder.

With the mood broken, Rick sat back on the lounger, nervously sipping the beverage. Angie was staring daggers at Ann, who merely smiled sweetly. To defuse the situation, Lisa bounced to her feet and came over, sitting on the lounger with Angie.

"Here, let me." She upended the bottle and trickled it over the teen's tanned back, then began to work it in. The experienced, warm hands of her teacher caused Angie to coo in pleasure. She stuck her tongue out at Ann when she knew Rick wasn't looking and rested her head on her forearms. 

Ann and Stephanie watched Miss Fisher slowly and methodically apply the sunscreen to their friend's back. They each licked their lips, both wishing that it was them lying there. They were blown away by the sexy transformation of their teacher. While she often wore shorts and Ts to the drill team practices, the treasures now openly displayed had never been revealed to this degree. Silence lay over the group until Lisa chirped up.

"This is a really nice place ya'll have here Angie."

"Thanks Miss Fisher."

"Make it Lisa and that goes for all of you. I'm just another girl enjoying the rays today."

"Okay Lisa," she murmured, luxuriating in the touch of her sexy, older teacher. She could feel a dampness blooming in between her legs as her nipples stiffened against the lounger. "We've got it all to ourselves. My parents won't be back until Monday."

"How convenient for us," Rick blurted, then turned beet red as the four girls giggled. "I mean, how nice, you know, that, uh..." He trailed off and in his embarrassment, drained the rest of the cooler. He looked at the bottle. These things weren't half bad. This was those two old guys on the TV, you know, one of 'em doesn't talk? He placed the empty bottle on the table. "Can I have another one?"

"Let me!" Stephanie and Ann both answered, but it was Stephanie who hopped up first. She playfully pushed Ann back into her chair where her friend steamed silently. Once she heard Rick was coming over, Ann had envisioned herself slowly seducing the cute boy. This was not going to plan. Now she was competing with her sexy friends and maybe Miss Fisher, judging by the looks he was casting her way. Taking the bull by the horns, Ann swiveled and reclined her chair, lying on her stomach. "Rick? Be a dear and do me?" Her choice of words ensured that everyone's heads jerked her way. She smiled sweetly and dangled the lotion bottle Rick's way. 

"Ssssuuure!" he stuttered and started to get up. As he leaned forward, his vision was suddenly blocked by two creamy orbs, packed together, a deep slice of cleavage between them. He raised his eyes to Stephanie's mirthful smile. She leaned even further over, exposing more of her chesticles to his hungry gaze.

"Here's your drink Rick!" she chirped pressing the bottle into his hand. Stephanie glanced over her shoulder at Ann. "Oh, here Ann! Let me! Let Rick enjoy his drink." She took the lotion, absorbing Ann's steely glare. Stephanie knew she was running third in the unspoken contest to bag Rick. Angie had already had him once and Ann was undeniably the most beautiful of the three. She decided to play it as slutty as possible and get back in the running. 

"Pussy-blocked!" Ann thought. She was then shocked as rather than sit beside her, Stephanie straddled her prone figure, her legs on either side of her hips. She cast a surprised glance back at Steph who pursed her bright red lips and smacked an air kiss. Ann gasped in shock and sudden arousal as Stephanie ground down hard on her ass with her crotch. She then felt Stephanie's hands sliding slowly up the sides of her torso, grazing the sides of her breasts before coming back together at the clasp. This she undid and parted slowly. Sudden realization of the motive behind Stephanie's actions hit Ann and she quickly turned her head to look at Rick.

"Take me now Lord. It can't possibly get any better than this," Rick thought, his mouth gaping as he watched four of the hottest girls he'd ever laid eyes on rub suntan lotion on each other. He had a drink in his hand, okay kind of a faggy one, but a drink none the less; the sun's rays warm on him and not a care in the world. He soaked in the sight of Lisa and Stephanie's hands working over the tender, taut flesh of Angie and Ann. Angie was obviously enjoying the attention as coos of pleasure escaped her lips from time to time. He glanced at Ann's face and she was staring right back at him. She raised herself up slightly, her flattened out breasts coming more into view, but the nipples still pressed against the towel. She slowly lowered her glasses, her brown eyes boring into him and licked her lips slowly and sensuously.

Rick suddenly felt light headed. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or the heat, but in reality it was the rush of blood to his dozing giant. He realized this as he felt it snake along his thigh, heavy and full. He would have turned beet red if he'd had the blood to spare. Though he knew the show was all for him and he would have been instantly attacked had he the guts to show the ladies his arousal, you can't just undo 18 years in two months. He knew Lisa was going to be disappointed in his reaction, but he couldn't help it. The bashful boy sat upright, and then stood, trying to block his rising boner with the wine cooler.

"Uh, where's the bathroom?"

From her angle, Ann had the best vantage point. She saw the fullness in Rick's suit and marveled at how long it extended down his leg. "Oh my Lord!" she thought. "He's positively huge!" She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came.

"There's one in the cabana Rick," Stephanie said, pointing out the pool side hutch. She could not see what had struck her friend mute, but she could appreciate the tightness of Rick's abs, tapering down to his shorts, the muscled V disappearing out of sight. "Need me to show you?" If he took her up on it, she fully intended to jump his bones in there. 

"No, no, that's okay; I'll be, uh, I'll be fine. Right back." He spun and sped walked over to the cabana, going through the door. He shut it behind him and leaned back against it, eyes wide, his pulse pounding. Did he have time to rub one out, he thought. Naw, they'd know something was up. He took a deep breath, willing his heart to stop pounding and stepped in front of the toilet, struggling to remove his thickening pole. There was a small window at eye level and movement from the girls caught his attention.

(Cue the 'Cars')

Suddenly, he was Judge Reinhold, though not wearing a pirates' outfit, watching as the four girls stood and as if on cue, removed their tops, dropping them to the ground. They turned and walked to the hot tub and slid into the water, resting their backs against the wall. Slight thickness turned into full on rigidity in his hand and Rick found himself slowly stroking his pud. Fuck, he thought. How am I supposed to hide this?

It protruded out, thick and throbbing, fully perpendicular to the ground. As he stroked, it hardened more to where it assumed its usual 45 degree stature. He had a sudden idea. He could see that the four some were busy gabbing, so he wrestled his cock back into his suit, took a deep breath, yanked open the door and in three long strides, dove into the pool. He swam the length underwater, and then surfaced on the side near where the hot tub was. He popped out of the water, forearms on the edge and looked up at the four bemused expressions peering down at him.

"Needed to cool off," he grinned.

"I'll bet," Lisa chuckled. "Come and join us baby."

The three girls giggled at Lisa's sudden familiarity as Rick grinned bashfully. "In a minute. I promise." He pushed away from the side and began to swim slowly up and down the length of the pool.

"Darn! I forgot my drink!" Stephanie said, stifling another giggle. With a big smile at the other girls, she rose, beads of water sliding off her smooth, tanned skin. She threw a leg out of the tub and exited, walking slowly towards her "forgotten" drink. As she saw Rick turn for another lap, her walk became more of a skip, setting her breasts jiggling. Rick's eyes widened suddenly and he floundered, taking in a big mouthful of water, which he expelled forcefully before righting himself. He tread water and stared at the busty blonde's passage.

Stephanie got her drink and then slid back in the tub, amused at the looks on her friend's and Lisa's faces. Lisa cleared her throat and took a drink.

"Ok, look girls. Let's not be coy here. I think we all know what we want here." She was pleased as they all nodded. "But listen, play it wrong and you might scare him off." 

Angie snorted. "That'll happen," she replied sarcastically.

Lisa smiled. "I'm just saying play it cool, ok?" They all grinned and craned their heads to watch as Rick got out of the pool. 

The muscular youth ran his hands through his close cropped brown hair, wiping the water away. He looked up to see four sets of eyes on him. Confident that the coolness of the water had abated his turgidity, he grinned and walked towards them. The temperature did in fact work well, Rick had gone soft, but the moisture of the water accomplished something else entirely.

His cock lay against his right thigh, plastered there by his suit which showed every detail. The fat head stood out in sharp relief through the fabric, tapering to the thick shaft running up his leg. The girls quickly put on their glasses if they weren't already wearing them to hide the hunger in their eyes as Rick came to stand next to the tub.

"H...How's the water?" Just beneath the roiling surface of the water Rick could see the bobble of the girls' breasts. He stood behind Angie, who craned her head backwards, smiling sweetly up at him.




High School Harem Ch. 06



"It's perfect, babe. Get in, there's plenty of room."

Rick swung his leg over the side as Stephanie and Angie parted to give him some, but not much room. As he settled down on the tub's bench seat, the two girls instantly book ended him, their soft tits pressing against his arm. Well there goes Mr. Softee, Rick thought as he once again began to grow hard. Well at least I have my suit on. It was at that moment that something red floated to the middle surface of the tub.

"Ooopsie! How'd that happen?" Lisa gasped, picking up her bottoms, dangling them briefly in front of Rick's wide eyes and flinging them back over her shoulder. The girls tittered and then snorted when Ann's black bottoms also floated up.

"Must be something in the water," she smiled, extracting and flinging them out. 

Rick felt Angie and Stephanie shift against him and on cue a pink and yellow bottom floated up and brushed against his chest. He slowly picked them out under the amused gazes of his tub mates. He coughed and laughed nervously and offered them back to their owners with raised eyebrows. 

"Keep 'em hon," Stephanie cooed, her right leg insinuating itself under his left, rubbing it beneath the water. Angie was doing the same on his right as he raised his arms overhead, dropping the garments to the ground behind him.

With his arms in the air, Rick realized he'd never have a better chance at the "movie stretch arm around her shoulders" move and brought them down around the two girls' backs. They both giggled and snuggled closer to him, their hands competing for space on his muscular chest. 

"You're turn Rick."

Rick looked up in surprise at Lisa, her smile broad. With the three teen girls' attention on him, Lisa mouthed, "Do it!" With a shrug, Rick started to bring his arms out from around Angie and Stephanie, until he felt their hands on his waistband.

"Let us!" they chirped, tugging down the trunks. Rick gasped, but lifted his hips, feeling them slide down, then to his feet. He kicked them off, joining the laughter as they bobbed to the surface. Lisa reached out and flung them out splattering everyone with water droplets. Rick laughed again and then moaned as he felt the back of someone's hand brush against his now rigid dick. Seconds later he was groped again before the hand retreated. He looked from Angie to Stephanie, but both girls were blushing similarly and looking down.

"Giiirlllls, jew got some 'splaining to do!" He laughed at his sudden comic genius and hoped that his Ricky Ricardo was passable. All four girls dissolved in laughter, so he figured it was a hit. He settled back against the side of the tub, relaxed, but highly stimulated by the soft hands still brushing against him from time to time. 

Silence engulfed the tub; all realizing they were on the edge of something big, but not sure how to proceed. Lisa broke the silence. 

"Truth or Dare?" (Hey, it's the Eighties, alright?)

Everybody laughed and agreed. Angie's hand, which had just grazed past Rick's full set of balls shot out of the water.

"Let me go first!" Everybody nodded. "Okay, Lisa...Truth or Dare?"

Lisa tried not to roll her eyes. She'd only suggested the game to further break the ice, but since it was her idea...

"Truth."

"How big was the largest cock you've ever had?"

The tub dissolved in laughter as Rick blushed purple. Lisa playfully splashed Angie before sighing.

"Ok....I'd say....shit, I don't know! I'm horrible with measurements!" 

"Well, show us!" Stephanie giggled.

Rick almost hefted himself out of the pool, thinking she was talking to him, but settled back as Lisa raised her hands out of the water, bringing them apart an appreciable distance, drawing ooo's of admiration from the girls. She flicked her eyes at Rick as she dropped her hands, but he missed her hungry glance behind her glasses.

"Ok, my turn," Lisa said and turned to Ann. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," the long legged beauty replied, her brown eyes shining. 

"Have you ever been with another woman and if so, who?" Everyone gasped as one, and then guffawed, three out of five already knowing the answer.

When Ann was able to catch her breath, she said, "Ok, I asked for it....so....yes, Angie and Stephanie...one on one...and as a three-some."

Rick was certain he was going to defoul the water of Mr. Hill's hot tub, his nuts clenching as Ann's bombshell exploded. It was only the sudden grasping and hard squeezes of two hands at the base of his johnson that prevented this. Since Stephanie and Angie's other hands were currently combing through his hair and tickling his ear, he knew it was a group effort. He groaned loudly.

"Rick? Honey are you okay?" Lisa asked, barely containing her laughter. She knew exactly what was going on as she watched the two girls outer shoulders rotate slightly as they began to stroke him in tandem.

"Errr, ummm, uggg, I'm fine, fine, oh god, goddamn."

The two girls had tossed pretension to the wind and were now stroking him rapidly, their movements only slowed by the lack of lubrication. They only lightly gripped him, but the sensation was still exquisite to the excited boy. Everyone's eyes were on Rick as his eyes rolled back in his head, his head lolled back and he gasped. They were all certain he was about to cum until seconds later, he raised his head back up, blew out a long breath and grinned at them. A quick mental flash of Bea Arthur naked had done the trick and staved off his climax.

"Who's turn?" he asked.

"Mine," Ann laughed. "Ok, Angie, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!" Angie giggled, her hand leaving Rick's dick to scrape over his six pack abs.

"Tongue kiss Stephanie."

"Ooooooo!" Lisa, Rick and Stephanie intoned, and then cut off as Angie leaned over Rick, quick as a snake and mashed her full lips against her friends. They fell against the boys' torso as their hands left his hair to entwine in each other's. Their hands never stopped moving over his cock however. 

Rick had a front row seat to the hottest lesbo kiss he'd ever seen. Angie and Stephanie's cute, perfect noses were slotted against each other as they seemed to be inhaling each other's mouth. As they pulled apart briefly he saw flashes of their wet pink tongues rubbing against each other. They were gasping and moaning right there inches from him. Suddenly Stephanie whimpered. Rick saw that Angie had pulled back sharply on the blonde's tresses, turning her to face him. He saw the naked desire in her eyes just before Angie pushed her forward, causing Rick and Stephanie's mouths to come together. Angie then joined them, the three teens' mouths sliding over each others as the girls jacked Rick's cock and he palmed and squeezed their tight asses. 

"Fuck...that's hot," Ann whispered, then gasped, feeling a hand slide over her thigh, then between her legs, gently rubbing her outer lips. She bit her lip and looked at Lisa who was staring at her with undisguised lust in her eyes. Ann leaned over, putting her hand behind her teacher's head and pulling her toward her. The women whimpered and moaned as their mouths met. Ann reached out and cupped one of Lisa's big tits in her hands, molding it to her hands, reveling in the feel of the soft flesh. Feeling the tiny nipple poking her palm, she twisted it in her fingers. Lisa gasped and drew her mouth back from Ann, exposing her long, graceful neck. Ann was upon it in the blink of an eye, licking, sucking the soft skin as Lisa frigged her and she continued to squeeze Lisa's boobs.

"Truth or Dare, Rick?" Angie whispered as the three teens drew apart, their breaths coming in short gasps, their mouths still only inches apart.

"Dare," he moaned.

"Stand up..."

Rick arose from the water, the two girls still pressing close to him. Just as his cock cleared the water, Stephanie shoved him back, his butt landing on the side of the tub. He caught himself with his hands behind him, and then moaned loudly as Stephanie plunged her mouth around him. Her tongue was everywhere, licking, flicking over his cock as she sucked him voraciously. He watched the hungry teen bob on his prick and reached down, holding her head, encouraging her.

"Suck it, suck my cock," he whispered. Stephanie's brows knitted together as she whimpered nakedly with lust. She moved to the side slightly, the upper third of Rick's pole in her mouth as Angie descended, her pink tongue licking the portion not being attended to.

"Look at that baby."

Ann removed her swollen lips from Lisa's neck and turned to see her two friends sucking the biggest dick she'd ever seen. She couldn't see it all, but she was sure it was at least...

"Get over there." Lisa was pressing against her from behind, moving them closer to the action. Ann found herself beside Stephanie, her hands on the side of the tub, her ass pushed backwards, leaning over to deeply kiss Rick. She felt Lisa's small hands on her hips and then groaned into the boy's mouth as a tongue drew slowly over her ass cheek. Lisa slowly and lovingly licked up every drop of water beaded over the surface of Ann's globes, and then worked her way back towards the middle. Dropping onto her knees in the tub, she firmly planted her face between Ann's firm round globes and began tenderly licking her outer cunt lips.

From a higher perspective, the five bodies would have been writhing, groaning mass of flesh, all moaning, rubbing and licking against each other, their senses inflamed. All five were thankful for the privacy afforded their orgy by the big privacy fence. It ensured that no prying eyes could witness their fuck session...at least from the ground.

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Ted Franklin had been tidying up his 2nd floor study, which happened to overlook the Hill's backyard, when movement caught his attention. The 45 year old accountant had spied on Angie and her friends countless times as they sunbathed, jerking himself off as his eyes devoured the nubile teen's bodies. Today he noticed that there were two more sunbathers than normal. A teenaged boy he didn't recognize and....was that...yes! Lisa Fisher, the prim and proper high school teacher he had lusted after since meeting her at a new teacher's party several months ago.

You see, Ted's wife, Janine, was on the school board. They were childless, but Janine was very involved in the community, mostly due to her job as a realtor. Now all of this seems very normal except for the Franklin's dynamic behind closed doors. Years ago, Ted had cheated on his wife with one of his secretaries and had been caught by red-handed by the icy Janine. He was sure that his domineering wife was about to kill them both, but she had simply shut the door and left the home. Not a word passed between the husband and wife for two days until Ted came home early to find his wife the meat in a senior boy sandwich. Already stunned speechless, he was further taken aback when he was instructed to have a seat, where he watched the lewd coupling.

After the two boys had finished with her, Janine sat her husband down and outlined how things would be in their home from now on. He could expect to find such a display quite frequently from now on, and if he didn't like it, he knew where the door was. Furthermore, his philandering days were over. She coldly told him that his pleasure would be derived from watching her and her young lovers and the occasional sloppy seconds she "might" throw his way. Sickly realizing how excited he was watching his wife fuck other men, Ted readily agreed and settled into his new role as a cuckold. 

Standing now, peering through the window shades, he could feel his dick stiffening inside his trousers as he watched the group lounge around the pool. Miss Fisher's appearance was a drastic departure from what he had seen of her before. She was wearing a red bikini which showcased her considerable assets. As his eyes lasered in on her big busted figure, his hand rubbed his developing bulge. The unknown boy went to the cabana and after he did, Ted watched flabbergasted as the four girls stood en masse and removed their tops. At this sight, he fished his straining prick from his fly and began to stroke. With his ring side seat, he groaned with need, watching things progress until the five were a mass of writhing flesh. He was close, breath hissing between his teeth as he whipped his hand back and forth.

"You're not jacking off over those girls again are you?"

The sudden surprise of his wife's voice caused him to lose control and he climaxed, shooting his load onto the blinds and window sill. His legs buckled as he came, almost spilling him to the floor. He felt Janine's approach behind him and waited for the explosion, which did not come. 

Janine stood beside Ted, not even looking down at the mess he'd made.

"Who are the new ones?" she whispered, watching the tryst below her.

"I don't know who the guy is, but that's Lisa Fisher," he mumbled, hastily stuffing his still leaking cock inside his pants.

Janine's eyes strained to corroborate his information; hard as it was since the unseen girl had her face plunged into Ann Hopkins' ass. "Is it? I can't tell." She glanced at the pearly goo decorating the blinds. "Looks like you could though. Clean that up." Ted hastened to obey as she turned her attention back. Even from her vantage point she could tell that the unidentified kid was enormously gifted. A sick plan began to formulate in her mind as she watched one of the teachers whose contract she yearly approved, tongue a student's dripping pussy. "Well, isn't this interesting..."

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Lisa's hands gripped and held apart Ann's ass, allowing the busty teacher to lick wetly through her folds, tickle the juicy hole, then continue up, where she poked her pink tongue experimentally at her puckered back door. Ann's moans and lurching of hips told her all she needed to know, so she concentrated her attentions on the tingling star.

Ann and Rick were having a hard time continuing their passionate tongue kisses in between their mutual groans. Ann was lurching and writhing from Lisa's oral attack, as was Rick, from Angie and Stephanie who were currently on either side of his shaft, skimming their wet mouths up and down the sides of his straining pole. Their tongues brushed against each other's around the throbbing vein lacing the underside of his cock as they slithered their mouths around wetly.

"Ohhhhh!" Rick moaned. "I gotta fuck somebody, please!"

"Me! Me! Fuck me Rick! No! Me! Fuck you, I wanted him first!" The three teen girls were on the verge of a pushing match, eager as they were to be skewered on the end of Rick's long lance. Lisa interceded, putting her hands in between the girls, copping feels as she did.

"Girls, girls! There is more than enough cock for ALL of us!"

"But I want to go first! Angie already fucked him!" Stephanie pouted, her full bottom lip sticking out.

"Grow up Steph," Ann countered her hands on her hips. "Alright, how do we settle this?" she said, looking at Lisa.

Lisa thought for a second and having no better way, suggested, "Uh, rock, paper, scissors?"

Stephanie and Ann immediately pounded their fists three times and both flashed paper. They did it again...scissors. On the third time when they both did paper again, Rick took charge. He grabbed Stephanie around her waist, picked her up and laid her on her back, her ass just jutting over the edge of the hot tub. He then pulled Ann to himself, gave her a brief, but passionate kiss and situated her on her hands and knees above Stephanie. 

"Voila'!"

Bending down, Rick first soul kissed Stephanie's cute, tight little beaver, worming his long tongue between her folds. He moved up next and repeated the process on Ann, eliciting gasps of pleasure from the two girls who had gotten over their differences and were currently swapping spit. Stephanie's hands were busy as well, cupping and squeezing Ann's pert breasts.

Lisa and Angie watched the lurid show until Lisa took Angie's hand and backing up to the edge of the tub, led her between her legs. Placing her hand on the brunette's head, she pushed her downwards. "Eat my cunt, you cheap slut," she muttered. Angie moaned low in her throat, the dirty talk exciting her, and hastened to please her teacher. She sealed her sucking mouth around the entirety of Lisa's gash, then commenced to lick and suck avidly, teasing the folds between her lips. Lisa threw her head back moaning and watched through half-lidded eyes the display to her right.

Rick was using his mighty spear to alternately open and tease each of his lover's. Their juices flowed copiously onto his spongy head, leaving it shining and wet in the sunlight. The girls were a mass of moaning, writhing flesh. Stephanie had her head craned up, licking from one of Ann's firm boobs to the other, gently biting her stiff nipples as she went. Ann cradled her head with one arm, assisting her.

Once he was satisfied with the state of lubrication, Rick slotted himself into Ann's folds and began to gently push forward. Her eyes widened as she felt the big intruder invade her hole, sliding past her lips into her hole and descending downward. Placing his hands on her hips, Rick moved her body to and fro, guiding her on and off his cock, pumping more and more of him into her. Full insertion was denied him however, as he butted her cervix, causing the young girl to squeal.

"Ahhhh! Fuck that's big!" Ann moaned, gasping. Rick pulled back slowly then powered forward halfway. He gave the long limbed lass a few powerful thrusts, then pulled all the way out and headed Stephanie's slot.

Stephanie's head fell back onto the ground and she whimpered at the first feel of the broad knob nudging into her pussy. As the least experienced of the trio, she'd not had the benefit of many cocks stretching her before Rick's monster. She grimaced slightly as he insinuated himself into her canal and began to slowly move in. Ann stroked her blonde friends face, encouraging her between kisses.

"It's ok, Steph. That's it, relax, relax. Feel it stretch you, filling you. It's gonna be so good, trust me."

Stephanie's smooth legs were wrapped around Ann's slim waist, her hips tilted upwards. At this angle, Rick was only able to pump about half of his cock into her buttery opening, but judging by the snug fit, that was about all she'd be able to take anyway. He stopped, flexing his young cock, feeling her inner muscles flutter around him. Running his strong hands over Ann's back, he reached underneath her, cupping her breasts. He pulled her upwards to him, planting his mouth on the nape of her neck, kissing and biting playfully. Ann melted in his strong arms, her hand dropping down to rub her flaming clit. Rick resumed pumping Stephanie with a rapid, short stroke, setting her big tits wobbling.

Stephanie was moaning now, becoming accustomed to Rick's size. She reached down, strumming her own clitoris. A bloom burst within her, her hips lurching upwards, skewering more of him into her as she had a short, intense climax. Rick felt the pull of her canal around him and the splash of her orgasm against his swaying balls told him she had cum. He rolled his hips around, heightening her orgasm and continued to do so until she blew out a long breath.

"Oh....my....God! That felt so good!" She reached down and felt what was still left outside her. A shiver ran up her spine at the thought of all of Rick plunged into her. "Did you cum Rick?"

Rick chuckled against Ann's neck.

"I think there will be no doubt when Rick cums honey," Ann answered for him as she writhed against Rick. She glanced over at Lisa and Angie, watching as Angie continued to slurp her teacher's gash. Lisa had already had two orgasms, but was eager for more. She caught Ann's eye.

"Room for us over there?"

Ann giggled. "Sure if you can work out the logistics!"

Lisa gently separated herself from Angie. "Let me worry about that." She crawled over, hovering her dripping pussy above Stephanie's face. "Hungry?" In response, Stephanie's tongue shot out and flicked upwards sexily. Lisa lowered herself down, allowing Stephanie to begin taking long, slow licks between her folds. 




High School Harem Ch. 06



Rick gave Stephanie a few more pumps and pulled out. He guided Ann forward and down. "Eat that ass Ann..." Ann whimpered and complied, her hands squeezing Lisa's firm ass while she wormed her tongue into her rose bud. Lisa squealed in ecstasy.

"Ahhhhhh! Unnnnngggg! Oh, oh, oh! Yesssssss! Eat me you sexy little bitches!" This further inflamed the duo currently swabbing her nether regions with their tongues. She felt a brush against her face and opened her eyes to see Angie laying back before her and opening her legs. Angie grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth onto her weeping pussy. 

"Eat MY cunt, you cheap slut!" she spat. Lisa moaned and obeyed as her hips lurched under the dual oral onslaught of her students.

Rick sat back for a moment, idly stroking his boner, admiring his handiwork. Wow, he thought. I've got the hottest teacher and trio of girls in school, licking each other while I debate which one I'm gonna fuck next. He wanted Ann to get off next, so he headed her way, teasing then pumping his cock into her pussy. Ann's hips rolled and shook, her ass cheeks jiggling, as he fucked her with a steady pace. I wonder if she'll let me...., he thought, and then wet his forefinger, tapping it against her exposed asshole. 

Ann moaned into Lisa's ass feeling Rick's finger and knowing what was on his mind. She was just getting accustomed to his prick in her pussy and now he wanted her ass! She whimpered as he poked his finger inside her, worming it around and then pumping it a few times.

"Oh my god, Rick! I don't know that I can do that! I want to....but I don't think it will fit."

"Only one way to find out," Rick answered. He continued to thrust into her, adding a second finger to the first. Presently, he rose up, his cock pulling from her with a pop. Crouching over Ann's back he pressed the broad knob into her shiny ass and thrust once, hard, as he slid past the tight ring. Ann yelped, but settled back into eating Lisa's ass. It felt like her ass was going to pinch off his head like a crawfish, Rick marveled. He held the position for a bit, allowing her to try and grow accustomed to it.

Ann felt like she had just backed onto a door knob, the big cock stretching her ass. She rolled her hips and pumped backwards, eager to have him deeper in her guts. Rick spat down upon the junction, but then gestured to Angie, who was watching his face. "C'mere." 

Angie rushed to assist, popping off the ground, leaving Lisa to moan and whimper, her face wet with Angie's juices. She knelt to the side of Ann, her eager eyes glittering as she looked from Rick's face to Ann's ass hole. Rick slowly pulled out, his cock springing upwards. Angie immediately sprang forward, engulfing half of his cock in her mouth and sucking deeply. Rick pulled her off and guided her face down to Ann's ass, where she also spat, and then began to lick and slurp her friend. As he stood watching, Rick thought, there has to be a better way to do this. He had it! He smacked Ann on the cheek and then picked her up, cradling her body to his. "Make some room down there you two."

Stephanie peered from between Lisa's legs. "Who, us?"

Rick laughed. "Yeah, you."

Lisa rolled to the side, brushing her brown hair off her face, as Stephanie scooted over, allowing Rick to lay Ann down in her spot on her back. Ann looked up at him, lust engulfing her face. She pinched and twisted her little nipples as he took her legs in his hands and lifted them. Nodding to the other three girls who knelt expectantly at the sides, he spoke.

"Get busy you three." 

Angie immediately made for Ann's slit, licking and teasing, while Stephanie and Lisa attached themselves to her cute, little boobs. Rick grinned. It was like a three-ring circus and he was the conductor. Just below Angie's face plastered to Ann's cunt, he saw his target winking at him. He first tapped Angie on the cheek with his cock. She willingly opened her mouth, allowing him to pump her face for a few strokes. She gagged and coughed when he lunged forward, his knob hitting the back of her throat. He withdrew, his cock dripping with the precious, viscous saliva.

"Sorry Ang," he shrugged. Angie smiled up at him and then resumed her licking. Rick guided his prick back to Ann's ass and began feeding it into her, inch by thick inch. Ann was keening and moaning, her senses overloaded. She had mouths on her tits and pussy and the biggest cock in town stretching her ass.

"Oh god...yes...please don't stop...please...please..." Her entreaties trailed off as Rick found his rhythm, pumping her butt slowly, but surely. The hour of teasing had him at a heightened level to begin with and he was eager to get off. With his current arrangement, everyone could enjoy his impending eruption. His hips worked back and forth rapidly, shunting Ann to and fro. He felt his balls tighten and roll upwards, so he slid out of Ann, his cock waggling in the air before he began to stroke it. 

"Gonna...gonna...gonna cummmmmm..."

The four girls squealed and giggled, all extending their pink tongues outwards, eager for the payoff. Rick groaned loudly and erupted. The first blast arcing high and long, splattering between Ann's jiggling breasts. He continued to paint her writhing body with shot after shot. The wet, hot splats triggered Ann's own climax as Angie helped her along, reaching down to rub her nubbin. All too soon, he was spent, staggering backwards into the tub and watching as Stephanie, Lisa and Angie feasted on his seed, tongues flicking and sucking Ann's torso. Lisa was kind enough to share, pushing her tongue into the still climaxing teens' mouth. 

Rick found a forgotten wine cooler and wet his mouth with the tepid drink, savoring it as much as the sight of the four girls coming together, their hands and mouths slipping over each others bodies. He sat in the tub, getting his breath back, knowing he would need this respite. Hadn't Angie said her parents wouldn't be back until tomorrow? He grinned and took another drink.

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(Thanks for reading and I hope you all have enjoyed my self-therapy, recreating my own high school fantasies. In reality, this completes all the girls I fantasized over, but I have really enjoyed the story line. Depending on feedback, I might continue Rick's exploits. Please let me know and also give me your thoughts on expanding his harem. These girls all had a lot of sexy mothers as well! Thanks again.)