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Lance had a small gym at home but he preferred using the weight room at school. The facility had much nicer equipment. Though he saved most of his energy for game days, the star athlete always pushed himself hard. After two sets of twenty pull-ups in a row, he favored a 300-lb bench press. Accordingly, the miraculous mesomorph was gaining muscle at an exceptional rate and dominated the gridiron as the starting quarterback for Peoria Tech. Though he generally ignored the coach’s playbook, Lance always scored two or three touchdowns each game. He employed a simple strategy. After catching the ball, the teenage juggernaut mowed down everyone in his path until he crossed the end zone. By the middle of his first season, recruiters already were visiting the school to watch him in action.

Surprisingly, Lance did not entertain any ambitions for a career in football. The sport bored him. However, touchdowns allowed him to score in a more hedonistic field of endeavor. The alpha stud wanted to fuck every member of the varsity cheerleading squad. He had seduced ten out of twelve cheerleaders so far and the two holdouts had come to watch him lift that day.

Though he initially amassed a female following due to his string of successes on the gridiron, the teen stud also attracted an audience of horny seniors to cheer on his weightlifting sessions.  His afternoon workout had become a well-known ritual at Peoria Tech. After he finished lifting, Lance picked out one of the girls and took his star-struck fan back home to fuck the living shit out of her. 

The girls already were milling about the weight bench when he came out of the locker room. As his admirers greeted him with suggestive smiles and hungry looks, the eighteen-year old hunk peeled off his skintight tank top so they could take in his muscle-bound torso.

Lance flashed a confident grin and struck a few bodybuilder poses. He had just qualified for the state finals of Mr. Teen Universe and wanted to practice a few moves in front of an audience. A couple chicks took out their phones. Lance photographed amazingly well. With his chiseled visage and flowing black mane of hair that reached the middle of his back, the athlete possessed the aura of a heavy metal heartthrob. Below the belt, however, Lance looked every inch the porn stud he one day would become. Speaking of which, he enjoyed quite a few more inches than his peers as revealed by the salami-shaped bulge in his cargo shorts. Lance held his smile as the cameras flashed. Yes, some guys did have all the luck. 

Though he never cared about social status, his popularity had been on the ascent as of late. Lance got away with things that others would not dare to attempt. On prom night, the sophomore brought not one but two seniors as dates. He slow-danced and necked with both of them at the same time. The underclassman then got elected Prom King to the astonishment of the senior class. However, he did not get crowned. Lance had left with his dates already to find a hotel.   

After the flurry of wolf-whistles died down, he lay down on the weight bench and got down to business. The young Olympian loaded a huge number of plates onto the barbell. With 300 pounds on the bar, the sophomore stud broke the existing record for the one-rep bench press at his high school but Lance performed ten reps at that weight. He lifted the weight off its backrest holders and slowly lowered the bar to his chest. With a loud grunt, the teenage strongman hoisted the weight into the air and then brought it down once more. Smoothly and effortlessly, Lance cranked out rep after rep.

“Nine! Eight! Seven!” called out the crowd like a countdown to New Year’s.

Lance felt a familiar and not unpleasant burn in his muscles as adrenaline surged through his blood.  The lifts actually became lighter as he continued. Lance actually could feel himself growing bigger and stronger. While other 18-year olds had reached their physical and sexual peak, the teen stud’s hormones had just shifted into overdrive.  In a matter of months, he gained more muscle mass than many bodybuilders acquired in a lifetime.

Though the government swore him to secrecy, Lance confided to several girlfriends that he was experiencing an enhanced form of puberty. Before dying in combat during a Navy SEAL operation, his father volunteered him to become part of a top secret medical study at Fort Benning. The experimental drug had been intended to stimulate muscle growth by elevating the subject’s testosterone levels. However, it also caused an unintended “side effect” that delighted the budding Don Juan. His already impressive genitalia underwent a growth spurt in his late teens. The waiver he signed warned about a condition called “megalopenis” but the fine print in the contract ran for fifty pages. Lance had not appraised the consequences of his decision at the time. Had he done so, the teen would have signed even faster. Uncle Sam had transformed him into a superhuman athlete with a bionic tool.

“Six! Five! Four!”

His admirers gathered around the bench in a huddle. He could feel the heat of their nubile bodies.  The pleasing aroma of wet pussy filled his nostrils. Lance had to restrain himself from sprouting an erection. The teenage hunk loved the adulation of his female following. Lance quietly mused which cheerleader he would fuck that afternoon. Marla looked ripe for the plucking. The buxom brunette had just broken up with her boyfriend. On the other hand, Ann had slipped him her phone number after practice that week. The tall blonde showed a lot of leg below her short skirts. He wondered what it would feel like to have them wrapped around his back. 

“Three! Two! One!”

Lance replaced the bar on its holders with a loud iron clank. As he caught his breath, the door to the weight room swung open.

“Sorry, ladies,” boomed a female voice. “Gym is closed today for maintenance. Time to go home.”

Lance’s pack of groupies grumbled with annoyance. The teenage hunk glared at Ms. Johnson.

“Listen, teach,” he explained. “Tomorrow is a game day. I need to prepare.”

“Then you ought to show up at practice. The coach hasn’t seen you all week.”

“I was busy, Ms. J.”

“Busy with what?”

Lance declined to offer an explanation. He had not practiced with the team lately because the teenage Casanova banged cheerleaders most afternoons.

“What are you looking at?” barked Ms. Johnson to Ann and Marla. “Move on out.”

As his groupies sullenly filed out of the room, the teacher strutted over to the weight bench. Lance shot a defiant stare at Ms. J.

“So let me ask you again. Why did you miss practice?”

“I need a new jockstrap,” he finally told her.

Lance had not lied. Like any growing teen, he often experienced erections at inappropriate times. Unlike his peers, however, his tool got so big and hard that it often tore a hole in his jeans. After sprouting a boner on the football field, his ten-inch python snapped the elastic straps affixed to the waistband and pouch of his jockstrap. Fortunately, the coach excused him from practice until the athletic department could order a custom-sized model for his unusual equipment.

“Fuck it,” he told her. “I can work out at home.”

However, no sooner did he sit up to leave then the teacher shoved him back down on the bench.

“Where do you think you are going?” she snapped. “Our star quarterback needs to prepare for the big game. Let’s see you pump some iron.”

Lance growled with irritation. The teacher not only had interrupted his workout. She nixed his favorite cool down exercise – banging a chick. Lance grabbed the bar in a white-knuckled death grip. It flew off the bench as if the load weighed nothing. Lance cranked out rep after rep with barely a pause. Nothing fueled an intense workout like anger.

“Is that all you got?” mocked the teacher. “Let’s go for 350.”

Without asking for permission, Ms. Johnson slid more plates onto the barbell before Lance performed his next set. The added weight slowed him down. With great effort, Lance cranked out each rep. After barely making it to ten, the teen hunk looked up to see her gazing down at him.  Lance had a perfect overhead view of her big titties. Even compressed beneath a sports bra, her D-cups jutted out of her chest like a pair of melons. 

“OK, let’s do another set,” she told him in a softer voice than before.

As he slowly lifted the bar, the buxom blonde knelt down to caress the distended muscles of his chiseled torso. The heel of her palm glided over the thick slabs of his bulging pecs, feeling the breastplate of muscle surge with tension as he powered the massive weight into the air and held it up for several seconds. Her fingers crept lower, tracing the deep rifting of his perfectly sculpted eight-pack abs. Lance grinned. He could tell where things were about to head.

“So I’ve been hearing things, Lance,” she began flirtatiously. “I’ve been hearing things about you in the locker room. The girls talk about how much they love getting fucked by your big stud cock. Generally, I don’t take locker room talk too seriously. We joke about guys as much as you dudes joke about girls. But I overhear comments almost every period of gym class. It sounds like you laid half the female student body. You know some of your girlfriends never came with a guy before. I guess you’re opening a whole new world to them. Is that what they tell you?”

Before Lance could say a word, she fished something out of her purse.

“Still, I figured they might be exaggerating until I found this in the mail.”

She held up Lance’s custom-sized XXL jockstrap before dropping it on top of his chest. 

The teen stud didn’t answer at first. Lance still had three more reps to complete and not even a MILF could disrupt his focus on a good workout. So Ms. Johnson used the lull in their conversation to seize the initiative. She climbed onto the weight bench and straddled his waist. Lance finally dropped the barbell into its holders with a loud clank.

“You ever get a lapdance before, hon?” inquired the buxom brunette as she ground her crotch against his. No sooner did his hands reach out toward her rack than she grabbed his wrists and pinned them back against the steel bar.

“Not so fast,” she grinned. “You’ve got to earn it.”

Before that afternoon, Lance never really noticed Ms. Johnson. She was a new hire at the school and they seldom crossed paths. That would soon change. Bev looked like a bustier version of Jillian Michaels. The gym teacher sported a very hard body with sinuous cords of muscle winding around her shoulders, back, and legs. However, she was still very much a lady. Even though Ms. Johnson spent two hours a day performing cross fit, she had a nice juicy rack that not even a compression bra could hide. But perhaps Lance prized her smile most of all. She had a perfect set of bright, white teeth that struck a bold contrast with her darkly tanned complexion. Bev boasted a Cheshire grin as she held him down. She was enjoying this game.

“Don’t worry,” she reassured him. “The janitors went home early. It’s just you and me kid.”

Lance playfully tried to wriggle his wrists out of her grip but she continued to restrain him.

“Twelve,” she ordered him. “I want you to bench that weight twelve times.”

“But I barely reached ten,” he complained.

“Twelve,” she repeated firmly. “Just this one last set. That is, if you want to fuck me...”

No matter how long the odds, Lance never backed down from a challenge. And the teen stud hardly couldn’t imagine anything he wanted more at that moment than to bury his schlong inside the gym babe’s hot steamy cunt. After taking a deep breath, Lance lifted the bar into the air.

“One…Two…Three,” she counted in a husky voice as she instinctively ground her hips against his crotch in rhythm with each rep. The fitness babe ran her tongue over her lips. She admired his muscle-bound torso, his pecs and abs straining beneath a bright sheen of sweat. Bev felt something stir between her legs. A giant bulge throbbed underneath his shorts. She couldn’t see it yet but the shaft felt huge. Noting her reaction, Lance flashed a grin of his own.

“Four…Five…Six,” panted Bev. Lance paused for a moment to admire her. She was now breathing harder than he was. He ground the bulge against her crotch suggestively. Lance could feel the heat of Bev’s pussy beneath her tight workout shorts. Unable to resist, the hardbodied brunette plunged her hand between her thighs. He could see her fingers wriggling underneath the Lycra fabric as she played with her clit.

“What are you looking at?” she moaned. “Keep going.” 

“Seven…Eight…Nine…” growled Lance under his breath as he pushed himself through each rep. Bev began to lose it. Her lips parted slightly as a quiet gasp exited her mouth. She fixed her gaze on his straining torso, admiring how the demanding workout jacked the pectorals, lats, and triceps of his superhero physique. Bev almost could smell the testosterone oozing out of his pores as Lance heaved the massive weight into the air one more time. “FUCK!” bellowed the teenage manbeast in a deafening baritone that echoed through the gym. A shudder ran up her spine as she mashed her hand against her wet pubic mound. Bev had hooked up with senior jocks before but no one them excited her like he did. Lance was bigger and stronger than any man she ever had been with.

Lance paused again. He looked winded but his teacher gave him no quarter: “You think you’re a stud, then finish your set!  No pain, no pussy!” Thus motivated, Lance cranked out the last two reps with a renewed burst of energy and dropped the weight in the rack. A loud clank of finality reverberated in the weight room. Lance closed his eyes for a moment. He needed a moment to assess the situation. Even though he practiced a heavily accelerated form of seduction on many females, Ms. Johnson came as a novelty. She turned from foe to flirt to FWB in a matter of minutes. Even for a super-player like Lance, the reversal of fortune represented a stunning turnaround. She was his. And now that he assumed his customary position of dominance, the alpha teen did not plan to let her off too easy.

Without warning, Lance bolted upright on the bench so that he now sat face-to-face with Bev, her thighs still straddling his crotch. He swiftly closed in for a kiss, rocking her ass in his lap. As she continued to finger her pussy, Lance felt her stiffen for a moment in sudden orgasm. The spasm was short, sharp, and spontaneous. Dipping his hand into the front of her shorts, he withdrew her moist finger and brought it up to his lips.

“I bet a ten-and-a-half-inch cock would feel better than that finger,” he noted. His serpentine tongue darted out of his mouth and coiled around her digit. The prehensile ribbon of muscle wound all the way around Bev’s index finger once and then a second time. Lance winked at her audaciously, gauging her reaction. Ms. Johnson also heard many of her students raving about his oral skills but she figured the comments about his tongue were bullshit. They were not. He had the tongue of a Gila monster. Bev exhaled slowly, trying to maintain her composure. The teacher felt the last vestiges of her authority quickly withering away. Ms. Johnson liked to be in control of a situation, be it professional or personal. However, before she could open her mouth to speak, Lance grabbed her finger and pressed it upon her lips.

“Shhhh,” he whispered. “Not a word. We don’t want to get in trouble. I can’t help what the cheerleaders say about me. When you rock the world of an 18-year old chick for the first time, she won’t stop talking about it with her friends. But when I get down with an older babe, we keep things discreet.”

Bev shifted her weight in his lap.  An unspoken question lay upon her lips.

“Don’t worry, teach. I just turned 18. Barely legal is still 100% legal.”

As he spoke, Lance silently undid the hooks of her sports bra with one hand. With the other, he slid the hairband off of her ponytail. Bev shook out her hair and revealed a lovely brunette mane with foil highlights.

“Stand up, babe,” he murmured. “Let’s see what you got.”

As Beverly got to her feet, she glanced down at Lance’s shorts. A forearm-sized erection tented the front of his cargo shorts. She’d never seen a guy with a bulge like that. Not even in porn.

“Yeah, Bev. That’s why the coach lets me wear cargo shorts in gym class. I’m too well-hung for anything shorter. My schlong hangs below the hemline.”

Lance stood up from the bench and undid the drawstring of his shorts. He yanked down the garment and his erection sprang into the air. Ten plus inches of wrist-thick cock pointed straight at Bev. He took a step towards her and his organ poked her right in the belly. Lance grinned at his predicament. He wanted to close in for another kiss but his boner blocked their way. 

“Looks like I got cockblocked again,” he joked. “Can we still be friends?”

“Friends with benefits?” laughed Bev.

“Friends with some very big, thick, and explosive benefits,” grinned Lance as he reached behind her to undo the last hook of her sports bra. Her jugs spilled out of their voluminous cups. Lance looked impressed.

“Nice, Ms. J,” he noted. “You can hide a lot under a compression bra.” Bev looked a bit put off by his salacious compliment but Lance did not back down.  “I bet I love your big titties just as much as you love my big cock.”

Bev laughed again. The kid had better game than men twice his age. Without missing a beat, he knelt down to unzip her shorts and peel them down her thighs.  Just her panties remained. The garment was soaked with her juices. “I love the scent of wet pussy in the morning,” enthused Lance as he casually untied her panties. “It smells like… victory.”

As soon as the garment pooled on the floor, Lance dropped down in front of her and reached around the hard globes of her ass, pulling her crotch towards his face.  The teenage Lothario inhaled her musk and let out a deep growl of satisfaction. His tongue gently probed her labia, savoring the taste of her love nectar upon his lips. Beverly’s clit throbbed urgently but its need did not distract him from the tantalizing task of swabbing her crack. He maintained a gentle but persistent licking as his teacher impatiently thrust her hips forward, propelling her pussy towards his teasing tongue. Lance held his ground so she threw one of her legs over his shoulder and pressed harder against his face. He responded by leaning back until she threw her other leg over his shoulder. With both her thighs draped over his back, Lance tightened his grip upon her hips and slowly stood up, lifting his lover off the floor.

“Holy shit!” Bev gushed as her head rose toward the high ceiling of the weight room. Lance was so strong that he had plucked her right off the ground without so much as a grunt of exertion. The face-to-cunt position allowed him a lot of control. As he explained to her later, Lance could raise and lower her body at will to change the amount of pressure and area of focus exerted by his tongue.

As soon as they gained their bearings, Lance bat her throbbing clit back and forth with the tip of his tongue. He flicked it with the pace and accuracy of a boxer hitting a speed bag. Bev felt a shudder of bliss rocket up her spine. The teen stud was giving her incredible head. And he performed it while holding her up in the air with his bodybuilder arms. His prowess astonished her.

As she squirmed in his grasp, Lance sucked her clit into his mouth and gently bit the hardened tip. “Ohmigod!” Bev cried out, startled by the intensity of her own passion.

She grabbed a fistful of his hair in either hand and shoved his head into her crotch, humping her wet vulva against his nose and chin. Bev smothered his face with her pussy, almost suffocating him between her thighs. But the teen stud gave as good as he got. He tongue-fucked her box until his entire face was covered in pussy nectar.

In Bev’s experience, most dudes carried out cunnilingus as a carnal chore. They held her muff at tongue’s length, never wanting to roll up their sleeves and perform the dirty work required for getting a gal’s rocks off. The pungent flavor of a woman usually did not please the masculine palate. So when she first heard the phrase “eat pussy like a champ,” its significance eluded her. Lance laid that point of confusion to rest. It took quite a man to lift a girl into the air and eat her cookie like that… The physical demands alone disqualified 99.9% of the male population. But it was his hunger that impressed her most of all. He clearly loved the raunchy smell and taste of moist cunt. While most guys expected the girl to give head, Lance flipped that script on its head. She wondered what made him so different than the others…

Bev had been with a few senior jocks before. She hooked up with football players that had just turned 18. But no matter how effectively the athletes dominated the gridiron, the teacher always had to take the initiative with them. Frankly, they lacked the knowledge and experience to please a woman. But Lance was different. She could tell he was no ordinary jock. The student did not hang out with his teammates. And he dressed more like a heavy metal stoner with his chain wallet, ripped jeans, and Motley Crue tank top.

Normally, a dude like that would receive no end of grief by playing on a football team. However, the other players steered clear of him. Their reluctance to engage him seemed especially notable since he appeared to be fucking several of his teammates’ girlfriends on the cheerleading squad.

Though Bev never saw him raise his fist in anger, Lance clearly intimidated his peers. He looked bigger and stronger than any of the other players on the varsity team. But maybe his persona scared them even more. Lance carried a thuggish vibe. No other student rode a Harley Davidson to school in the morning. Quite simply, a jock didn’t fuck with a guy like him. The flip side to the coin was that a chick did fuck with a guy like him. He was a badass alpha stud with a ten-and-a-half inch cock.

Bev often spotted him in the parking lot. He always seemed to be riding and in and out of school with a different girl mounted on the back seat of his motorcycle. Besides cheerleaders, Lance seemed to have a thing for Goth chicks but she also saw him with rockers, hipsters, and even a couple mean girls. He cared more about looks than cliques. Rumor had it he only dated seniors over 18. If true, the kid was probably streetwise. He knew better than to mess around with jailbait.

More recently, Ms. Johnson had seen him riding around town with older women on the back of his bike. Lance probably had graduated from seniors to college girls. It all began to make to sense to her. He was a great white shark in a small pond and had fished out the dating pool of Peoria Tech. But before he started crashing sorority parties at Bradley University, the school stud must have laid close to fifty of the hottest seniors that semester. At least, that’s the figure Bev overheard in the locker room. And she also suspected that Lance had "gotten extracurricular" with other teachers besides her. He exuded remarkable sexual confidence. She hadn’t realized how quickly things would escalate with him. Lance lacked the inhibitions that restrained other men.  He probably would fuck her right in the weight room.

Gripping her by the hips, Lance sank his blunt, thick fingers into the hard globes of her tight ass. She gave a soft moan of disappointment after he planted a farewell kiss on her pussy. Bev wanted to come so bad… His muscular arms flexed with raw power as he lifted her bodily up and over his shoulders. But Lance didn’t return her body to the ground. He held her in mid-air. “You ready for some big dick loving?” he smiled. “Let’s kick things off with some standing cowgirl.”

Bev felt her nipples harden. For most girls, "standing cowgirl" was more of an urban myth than an everyday sex position. It was not for the faint of heart or loins. Only a male with exceptional upper-body strength could perform it. Without missing a beat, however, Lance deftly maneuvered her body into position, her crotch hovering just a couple inches above his erection. Her legs parted instinctually for him. She grabbed his shoulders for stability. Bev gasped aloud as the fist-sized knob pulsed just a hairsbreadth away from her juice-brimmed slit. Her legs wound themselves around his back in a scissors hold as his flaring crown parted open her lips. His girth stretched her opening wider and wider. Her vaginal muscles burned but in a nice way like a good workout. “Cram it in,” she ordered him through gritted teeth. Bev gripped his shoulders with redoubled determination as Lance shoved his hips upward. Just before the burn became too intense, Bev felt a sudden popping sensation and let out a sigh of relief.

Lance looked her straight in the eye. “You’re not out of the woods yet, Ms. J,” he told her with a cocky grin. “There are still ten inches to go.”

“Give me all you got, sophomore,” she answered defiantly. Lance advanced deeper and deeper, forcing her to open, a little, a little wider with each slow but inexorable thrust.

The mix of dull pain and blissful pleasure made her head spin. It hurt so fucking good. No matter how far his stud club stretched out her pussy, she craved more. Bev knew she was a size queen. There was no shame in it. But the buxom brunette had just learned for the first time what she had been missing all her life. Lance must have been twice as big as her last boyfriend. She only had seen guys hung like him in interracial porn videos.

As he hoisted her up and down his pole, Lance cast a sidelong glance at a full-length mirror in the weight room. The barely legal boystud looked damn good. It was fun to be a bodybuilding Adonis with a stallion-sized cock. Lance turned sideways so Bev could see herself too. “Take a look in the mirror, babe,” he whispered smugly to her. “That’s what getting fucked by a real man looks like.” While admiring his reflection, Lance noted that the door to the weight room had been left ajar. Janitors or no, neither of them wanted prying eyes.

“Hey, babe,” he murmured. “How about we cool down in the shower?” Before she could answer, Lance spun on his heel and marched towards the girls’ locker room. He exited the weight room and carried her across the length of the vast gymnasium as if she weighed nothing. With each step, Lance bounced her entire body up and down upon his thick shaft. She marveled at the casual stride of the teenage Don Juan. Lance seemed unconcerned with the risks of their encounter. A smirk played upon his lips as he walked buck naked through the giant basketball court with a teacher impaled on his tool. If someone entered the gym at that moment, they would have nowhere to hide. Yet he remained cool and completely in control of the situation.

Lance hip checked the door to the girls’ locker room. It swung open and they walked inside. Bev noted he seemed to know his way around the complex. The teenage cocksman clearly had been here before. Lance headed straight for the shower room, a rectangular block with five showerheads on opposite walls. Holding up his female burden with just one arm, he carefully switched on the taps. Lance then pointed all the showerheads to the center of the room. Steam clouded the air as they headed toward the intersecting jets of hot water.

Bev dug her heels into his back as water pelted their bodies from every direction. His expression darkened with savage lust. The erotic tension of the moment seemed to invigorate him. As soon as their gazes met, his face lunged forward. He didn’t kiss her like other guys. Lance betrayed a masculine hunger and aggression only tempered by his skill and experience as a consummate ladykiller. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting slightly of mint but more strongly of her own pussy. A deep growl sounded deep in his chest as his manhood pulsed and throbbed inside of her. Lance wasn’t just huge. Lance was hard. It felt almost inhuman, like a pillar of granite wrapped in flesh.

Bev locked her ankles behind his back and drew him closer. Lance responded with an upward thrust of his hips, driving another inch of wrist-thick cock into her steaming cunt. She moaned into their kiss as he plunged even deeper. Lance began to reach places that not even the big boys could touch.

“We’re at the ten yard line, coach,” he joked under his breath. “Thirty seconds on the clock but almost to the end zone.”

“Is that all you jocks can think about?” she quipped.

“I ain’t no jock, babe,” he answered in a more serious tone. “You and I know that. Football is just my day job. I’m the star player on and OFF the field.”

To underscore his point, he shoved the rest of his shaft inside of her. Lance went balls deep. Bev clung to him with all her strength.  The buxom teacher could feel his massive muscles flex and lock under a paper-thin layer of skin. His pecs twitched. His abs rippled. His heart thundered in his chest. She felt his grip tighten around her hips. His hands were large, strong, and calloused from a lifetime of hardcore weightlifting.  Lance hoisted her up a couple inches and dropped her again. His fist-sized knob lodged inside a delightfully erogenous nook of her quinny just above her cervix. Sexologists called it the anterior fornix or A-spot. Size queens just called it "heaven."

As a self-taught expert in pleasuring women, Lance equated the female orgasm to a bolt of lightning. The bright flash lit up the sky without a sound. The peal of thunder only followed a few seconds later. His lovers could be extremely vocal but they went silent during climax. Every muscle in her body seized up. Her eyes squeezed shut. He felt her pussy clamp down on his pole like a steel trap. For almost a minute, not a noise could be heard other than the spray of the shower. 

Suddenly, a loud groan exited her mouth, followed by a deluge of incoherent cries and screams. “YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.  Her chant grew more intense, reverberating through the shower room like an echo chamber. Lance hoped the janitors really did have the day off. The size queen was going berserk.

“Come for me, babe,” he growled. “Do it again! I want twelve reps out of you!” Grasping his intent, her eyes widened with shock. Could he be serious? Most guys were lucky to get three out of her. In truth, Lance had not weighed his words before uttering them but a guy like him never backed down. “Twelve,” he smiled. “Not ten. This is varsity.”

Lance planted his feet firmly on the shower floor and flexed his knees. He knew the next half-hour would be quite a workout, more for him than Ms. Johnson. Gaining newfound support, the cocksman delivered a mighty up-thrust and hit her A-spot dead center. The size queen shuddered with delight. The room became silent again save for the smacking sound of flesh-on-flesh as Lance hammered his hips into her body. Then another torrent of shrieks exploded from Bev’s mouth as she squirmed every which way but loose. Lance sped up his pounding, trying to sustain her climax for as long as possible. Finally, her body went limp as she caught her breath.

“Two,” he counted with a wicked smile. Bev’s mind reeled from the prospect of ten more orgasms like this one. His audacity was staggering. And his charm was irresistible.

Lance began to lift and lower her body upon his rock-hard spike of flesh. His tempo was slow, steady, and relentless. The fitness vixen writhed ecstatically in his iron grip.  Bev couldn’t escape his phallic onslaught even if she wanted do. The alpha teen had assumed total control over her. She was but a plaything in his arms.  Yet his dominance did not imply brutality. At the bottom of his down-stroke, their gazes leveled with each other.  His eyes betrayed animal lust but also adoration.

The teen stud abruptly changed up his lovemaking technique. Instead of hoisting her body up and down, he suspended her body in mid-air and gently probed her interiors with his tool. His movements appeared precise and calculated. As Lance carefully angled his hips, she felt his knob brush past her cervix and lodge itself into a deep pocket of her vagina. In the past, she only had a vague sense of this place inside her body. Yet it now felt like a void that had meant to be filled for her entire life.

“That’s your cul-de-sac,” he whispered into her ear. “Not a lot of guys can reach that place.”

With his manroot buried from head to hilt in her pussy, Lance began a series of slow, ultra-deep strokes. Little by little, he stretched out her cul-de-sac. For all his bravado, Lance worked very methodically. The sexual prodigy focused on her body with the intensity of a laser. He wanted her to come. Bev felt a delightful tension build in her womanly core. Her abs tightened. She dug her nails into his shoulders with anticipation. Her climax would be of an unknown magnitude.  He was touching her in a place that never had been touched before. Bev unleashed a loud, wavering moan. The pleasure had become unbearable.

“Do you feel that, babe?” Lance murmured. “Feel that big cock of mine stretching your pussy?” Bev was too overcome with sensation to answer. “Feel it, babe,” he continued. “Feel it. FEEL IT!”  His commanding baritone shoved her over the brink.

A bolt of electric bliss rocketed up her spine and exploded in her skull. “OH, GOD YES!” she cried out just before she went silent. Every muscle in her body seized up.

The impact of the orgasm threw her head back like a shockwave. Her mouth gaped open in a silent scream. Without skipping a beat, his palm reached up to the nape of her neck and tilted her head back up so Bev remained face to face with him. He wanted to look her straight in the eye as she came all over his big dick. Lance watched her pupils dilate wide open. He loved the sight and sound of a genuine female orgasm – the vaginal contractions, that labored breath, the flush of her skin… But a woman’s eyes always moved him the most. They betrayed such a startled sense of awe at the pleasure he gave her.

Lance knew he had intimacy issues with women. That is, the teenage Lothario became sexually intimate with far too many females. How could he resist? As an athletic hero at Peoria Tech, Lance felt like a stud in a candy store. A seemingly endless number of girls eagerly lay and spread for him. Yet despite the joys afforded by his ultra-hedonistic love life, he still longed for a connection to a woman. And, if only for an instant, he could establish that bond in a palpable and meaningful way through his physical prowess. Lance felt blessed he could touch a woman on such a primal level. He relished his dark talent and used it without hesitation.

Lance held his gaze upon Bev as she came down from her peak. If an everyday orgasm rang her bell, the superstud had just banged her gong.

“Wow!” she finally said. “How did you do that?”

“I rocked your posterior fornix,” he explained.

“Huh?”

“Your cul-de-sac, hon. Don’t you read Comsopolitan?”

Bev chuckled a bit. She hadn’t expected his answer. Lance shifted her weight in his arms. His tool still felt hard as rock.

“You didn’t come yet,” she told him.

“But you sure did,” he smiled. “I count three down and nine to go.”

Bev gulped. She knew Lance wasn’t joking.

TWENTY MINUTES LATER

A haze of steam clouded the shower room as Lance continued to pound her in standing cowgirl. Her feet had not touched the ground since they began their rut ten orgasms ago. Bev marveled at his stamina. Bev had dated some gym rats before but Lance belonged to a league of his own.  The bodybuilding Don Juan seemed to draw upon an endless reservoir of strength when making love to her. Bev was hardly a small woman yet Lance handled her effortlessly as if she weighed no more than an inflatable doll

Bev drew a deep breath, inhaling the pungent aroma of raw sex in the air. She could smell spit, sweat, and pussy nectar but Lance’s potent yet seductive musk dominated the medley of fragrances. He possessed a natural and distinctive scent that excited her even more than the nicest cologne. She hadn’t noticed the pheromone at first. The teen hunk seemed to entice her purely by his good looks, big cock, and charming manner. But she suspected his abundance of Androstenone played a role in their nearly spontaneous hookup. The attractant lowered her inhibitions and opened her up to the risky prospect of hooking up with a student in the shower of the girls’ locker room.

The buxom size queen let out a deep groan as the tension built in her pelvic floor. Lance hardly changed his technique a bit since they began but he possessed a winning formula. With perfect aim, his cockhead bypassed her cervix and remained lodged inside her posterior fornix. Using abbreviated strokes that went from deep to deepest, Lance gently but firmly "nudgefucked" the hidden nook in her vagina. The move was subtle but it felt like a plug being shoved and yanked out of a socket that powered a 10,000-Watt orgasm generator.

“Here comes eleven,” he growled. “Just one more time. Come for me, babe. DO IT!”

Bev’s head lolled to the side, then shot back up as another bolt of pleasure rocketed up her spine. Every part of her body seized up for an instant. Then she began to squirm and writhe uncontrollably against his broad muscular chest while hyperventilating. Bev never went out of control with a guy before. The size queen enjoyed hookups but they never quite sated the deep hunger in her loins. However, Lance almost seemed to be electrocuting her with his big dick. Even as she came, the teen stud kept pounding away at her. His conjugal rhythm was slow but relentless. Bev gasped for air. If the pleasure he induced was a narcotic, she was about to overdose.  Out of desperation, her vaginal muscles clamped down on him with all their might. She wanted to stop him dead in his tracks.

But rather than impede his thrusting, her squeeze box drove him over the brink. “HOLY FUCK!” he thundered. Lance’s muscle-bound chest expanded to almost menacing dimensions as he breathed gallons of air into his lungs.  The bodybuilder already cut an intimidating figure but his imminent climax made him feel bigger, stronger, harder… Jugular sized veins webbed his entire body. His massive pecs twitched. Lance’s grip on her butt tightened like a vise.

Lance cut loose a fierce roar of pleasure. The lust-crazed manbeast sped up his rut, whipping her body up and down his pole with reckless abandon. He raced towards his climax with the same intensity and determination with which he pursued a touchdown at the big game. But Bev was coming along for the ride as well. “COME ON!” he urged. “ONE MORE TIME! GIVE IT TO ME, BABE!” There was an unmistakable air of dominance in his voice. The alpha stud demanded her climax as if it were his tribute. Bev never felt so conquered by a man before. He owned her body in a way she had never allowed before. Bev felt a sudden tension in the deepest part of her vagina. A surge of bliss erupted from the molten core of her vagina and literally took her breath away.  The room went silent, save for the dull thud of blood in her ears. Everything went black.

When she opened her eyes once more, Lance still had his gaze locked upon her. But his expression had changed. Where an air of smug defiance had played upon his visage, she now saw nothing but awe. His moans became quieter yet more ominous. Then a deep growl sounded deep in his chest. His baritone dropped so low that it almost sounded inhuman. She knew he was close.

Seizing the initiative, Bev forcefully drove her ass down the entire length of his massive pole. The size queen knew what she wanted. Sometimes, once a gal worked herself all the way down a superstud’s fuck club, when she finally had her clit pressed up against his pubic bone, his thick shaft stretching her wide and smashing her G-spot, his giant knob lodged in her overstuffed cul-de-sac… All a girl needed to do was GRIND. When she mashed her body against his, everything inside of her got stirred up at once. The pleasure never stopped. And all she knew was pleasure, lust, desire, and a hunger to keep on coming.

“FUCK, YEAH!” her lover yelled out. The power of his deafening voice shook the room like the boom of a bass guitar at a heavy metal concert. Lance staggered forward and roughly slammed her back against the wall. The force of his movement startled Bev. In a flash, the unyielding muscles of his granite body pinned her against the tiles. He had supported her entire weight in the air for almost a half-hour but the climax caused his knees to buckle.

As his pleasure surged past the point of no return, his visage took on a savage expression. Lance rammed into her like a mustang in heat. His thrusts were sharp, sudden, and primal. Just like everyone else, Lance donned a mask in public. In the classroom or the cafeteria, he concealed his animalistic nature behind a façade of civility. But it seemed like that mask had slipped. Beneath a thin veneer of charm or at least savoir-faire, lay a ferocity she never saw in a man before. It scared her almost as much as it turned her on.

Bev felt his giant fuck club lurch upward and contract inside her pussy as a geyser of spunk shot up his industrial-strength urethra. His cockslit gaped wide open and blasted her fornix with a torrents of seed. “FEEL THE THUNDER, BABE!” he yelled. Had the exclamation come from any less of a man, it would have sounded bombastic. But Lance’s Sturm und Drang suited him. The exuberant Don Juan had a flair for the erotic and the dramatic. Bev would do anything to please a guy like him.

The teen stud’s incredible orgasm lasted over two minutes. Her insides quivered from each pop and burst of his weapon. At long last, Bev slumped against the wall. She looked down at the shower floor. His magnum load had overflowed her pussy from the very first blast and a large pool of semen spread below their feet. Little by little, it swirled down the drain…

“FUCK YEAH! FEEL THAT BIG DICK COMING!” he yelled out as his pulsating love muscle fired endless cables of spunk into her womb. Each wad outsized another man’s entire load. And while his peers discharged only five or six times during climax,

Lance experienced dozens of heart-stopping contractions. Bev never saw a guy come so hard. She couldn’t blame him for being such an avid playboy. Any male who enjoyed sex that much would become a slave to his cock. 

TWENTY MINUTES LATER

Bev lay face down along one of the benches in the girls’ locker room. Lance straddled her thighs and massaged her bare back. His hands felt strong but gentle. Bev squirmed a bit as he pinpointed a kink beneath her left shoulder blade and smoothed it out.

“Relax, babe,” he murmured. “Haven’t you ever gotten a deep tissue massage before?”

“And where by chance did you learn that?” she asked, not so much with skepticism as admiration with his evident skill. His touch displayed an incredible understanding of a woman’s body.

“I’m self-taught,” he answered finally. “Had a lot of practice though.”

“I bet,” she said quietly, a hint of disapproval in her voice.

“And you probably will feel some soreness down there tomorrow,” he continued, ignoring her comment. “Can’t be helped.”

Lance slid down the bench to work on her thighs. Her quadriceps ached as if she had just run hiked up a mountain. His fingers seemed to rub away the pain.

“Lance?”

“Yeah, Ms. J.”

“Am I going to see you again?”

“Do you want to?” he asked in a neutral tone.

Indeed, Bev had not answered that question in her own mind. She wondered where a young man like him came from and how he had grown into such a skillful lover in such a short time. He was Lucifer in the flesh. Sporting the body of an Adonis and the loins of a stallion, the mysterious ladykiller made her come fourteen times without breaking a sweat. And while his peers were lucky to get to second base with a woman, Lance scored a home run with anyone he desired. The longhaired rebel exuded an aura of utter confidence and comfort with his extravagant sexuality. Bev couldn’t deny her attraction to him. If the badass biker rode his Harley into places where angels feared to tread, she wanted to be mounted right behind her man on the bitch seat. The kid made her feel young and carefree again. Yet the danger that attracted her to him like a dark magnet also made her wary. A fling with the young stud could wreck her career.

Lance’s fingers glided upward to her inner-thighs. He casually ventured into very intimate places that another masseur would avoid. Bev felt her clit twitch with excitement. His Midas touch of lust reawakened a hunger in her body that he just sated.

“Listen, babe,” he whispered, sensing her qualms. “I don’t date chicks. I fuck them.”

Bev looked up and shot him a defiant stare. But Lance he didn’t back down. Instead, he plunged his index finger inside her twat and dug the tip into her G-spot. She cursed him but only in her rational mind. Her body responded in another way to his cavalier tone. Bev felt an emptiness inside of her. Her pussy ached to be filled once more by the stallion-sized Don Juan.

“In fact, I’d like to fuck a few of the cheerleaders in your shower,” he continued, raising the stakes of their exchange. “So maybe we can work something out. You can see me again, but only if I get a key to the girls’ locker room.”

Bev needed a moment to absorb the presumption of his proposal. His insolence was staggering. She thought he might be joking at first. But Lance didn’t blink. Instead, he began to massage her G-spot with his finger. Bev shivered with excitement. The teen hunk literally had her pussy wrapped around his finger. The vixen thought about the fantastic sex they just had, far hotter than anything she experienced in a lifetime of dating and hookups.

"I know other men can't satisfy you," he whispered without a hint of self-doubt. “That’s why you came to me.”

Bev’s pussy tightened around his index finger. His words excited her.

“You were curious what a man twice as long and wide as your last boyfriend felt like inside you,” he continued. “You were curious about your sexuality."

 “I love your big dick,” she confessed in a breathless moan. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

Lance dug his finger into her vaginal wall and played her like a virtuoso. Her climax was sudden, sharp, and overwhelming. Every muscle in her body seized up and then went limp.

“You already gave me the keys to your pussy, babe,” he told her.  “Now all I want are the keys to the locker room.”

“OK,” she finally agreed. Bev knew the risks. But it also got her hot to think of him with younger women in the shower. Bev wasn’t just excited by the power he had over her. She was excited by the power he held over all females. The closet cuckquean always fantasized about being with an alpha male that made no apologies for studding with a harem. In a serious relationship, of course, Bev would never tolerate her mate sleeping with other women. But Lance barely qualified as a fling. Bev felt the sting of jealousy in her heart but it seemed like that very envy also fueled her desire for him.

Lance’s smartphone vibrated. He got up from the bench, picked up his jeans off the floor, and fished it out of the back pocket. The ladykiller made no effort to conceal the touchscreen from Ms. Johnson. At first, it looked like a photostream of amateur nudes from a Tumblr feed. In fact, Lance had just opened his messaging app to scan the last hour of incoming texts. The school stud must have been sexting with a dozen seniors. Lance scrolled downward and his face lit up. He turned slightly so she couldn’t see what he typed. However, his limp dong began to inflate. By the time he finished his text, it had grown into a full-blown erection. Lance looked down at his monster and smiled. He then looked up at Bev and told her smugly, “There are a lot of size queens in this school but there is only one Size King.” She gave him the finger but couldn’t stifle her laughter. Though a complete bastard, his honesty was almost refreshing.

Lance retrieved his underwear off the floor. He favored Andrew Christian’s "Trophy Boy" collection for his intimate wardrobe. The custom-sized pouch ensured ample room for his impressive endowment. However, the undergarment had not been intended to contain his porn star erection. “You need some help with that?” Bev whispered in his ear. She hovered behind him, her big tits pressing against his back as her hands glided across his chest, roaming the contours of his perfectly sculpted abs and pecs, then wandering below the belt… “Wow,” she gushed. “You’re already hard again.”

Lance spun on his heel. His muscle-bound torso crowded her field of vision. Toe to toe, he towered above her at six-and-a-half feet. His face swooped down to plant a scorching kiss upon her lips. But it was a gesture of farewell, not foreplay.  In another thirty seconds, he had the rest of his street clothes back on. “Don’t forget to lock up on your way out,” he joked while tapping out a quick message on his smartphone. And then he was gone.

Bev waited a few seconds and exited the locker room. The teacher followed him through the gymnasium at a long enough distance that he didn’t notice her. Marla was waiting for him in the parking lot. Without breaking stride, he walked up to the head of the cheerleading team, hooked his arm around her, and led his next conquest towards his motorcycle. The noise of the chopper drowned out their voices but their body language spoke volumes. Marla clung to him like a second skin as they sped out of the parking lot.  Wherever they were heading, she was about to get the ride of her life.