Jason, High School Stud

Jason, High School Stud

Chapter 1

First Day

By Western Tiger

(This a carryover series from Adventures of Jason, Teenage Stud - Chapters 1 -15. Jason was a shy 18 ‑ year ‑ old who discovers he has amazing physical gifts and an unusual ability to attract women. For the full picture of Jason read that series first, but this new one has enough information to get you through.

Everyone in this story is over 18. Involves unprotected teenage sex in public places. If this offends you, please move on!

Thank you to the one million plus readers of the first Jason series. I hope you enjoy this one as well.)

Monday morning. First day of school.

Mom dropped me off in front of my new high school. I'd argued to ride my bike, mostly to avoid the whole hovering parent thing, but she shut that down fast. "It's five miles," she'd said, like that was the final word on the subject. And honestly, she surprised me by being cool about the drop‑off itself. No fussing, no overlong pep talk. She just checked that I had money for lunch, told me to have a great day, and drove off like she didn't want to make it harder than it already was.

So there I was, standing on the sidewalk in the drop‑off lane with my backpack slung over one shoulder, looking at the place where I was apparently going to spend the next two years of my life. The whole campus looked like someone had stitched together three different decades and hoped no one would notice. The main building was the "new" part -- three stories of classrooms stacked in neat rows, a library with big, tinted windows, the administrative offices, and a cafeteria. That section was from the 90s, which meant it wasn't new at all, just newer than everything else.

Attached to it, almost grudgingly, was the older wing. You could see the age in the brickwork -- that faded, sunbaked red that only buildings from the 60s seem to have. It held the old auditorium with its creaky wooden seats, the shop classes that smelled like sawdust and motor oil, and a gym that looked like it had hosted more church revivals than basketball games.

Off to the side, separated by a stretch of fresh concrete, was the sports complex -- the crown jewel. Brand‑new everything. Gleaming basketball court, locker rooms that probably smelled like disinfectant instead of sweat, a swimming pool with bright blue tiles, and offices for coaches who took their jobs way too seriously. Beyond that were the baseball and soccer fields, the football practice field, the track, and then the monster itself: a 10,000‑seat high school football stadium. Because in the South, football isn't just a sport -- it's a religion with better attendance.

When Mom and I had come to register, the guidance counselor had given us the whole timeline: old wing from the 60s, main building from the 90s, sports complex barely four years old. It was like the school had been built in geological layers.

I hadn't been in school for almost two years -- not since my father died and everything in our lives went sideways. We moved, then moved again, and that's how I ended up starting as an eighteen‑year‑old junior, which felt like its own kind of spotlight I didn't want. I wasn't excited about any of it, but Mom insisted I go back. She said it was time. And maybe she was right.

So I took a breath, squared my shoulders, and started walking toward the front doors, trying to pretend I wasn't already wondering how long it would take before I felt like I belonged there.

I first dropped by the main office to sign in and get my home room and class assignments. I instantly felt like the shy boy I had been before this past summer when I had started having sex, and I mean a lot of sex. (see The Adventures of Jason, Teenage Stud, Chapters 1 - 15.)

By my own count, I had slept with 21 different females since July 4th weekend. I'd had sex every day since then with at least one partner and sometimes as many as three. The past week alone I'd somehow managed to fuck 10 different women both old and new lovers.

So why did I feel like a little kid again? Even though I had all this confidence because of what I had accomplished in the past two months, it was a new school, new faces, no friends and the sense that I had to start all over.

I was also bummed to be trapped here after all that free time this summer where I could spend whole days trying to seduce women. Now I was stuck in school surrounded by many nubile teenage girls with no place to take them even if I could score them. Add homework, swim team, mom hovering at home, and it felt like I might not have sex ever again.

Sunday was the first day in two months that I had not had sex at all. Mom had made me promise to stay home all day and do things around the house. I only managed to get out long enough to ride to the bank to put the money I had earned from Chandra in the ATM. (see Jason, Chapter 15.)

When I woke up this morning, I had been horny as hell. My cock was like a piece of cured wood. Hard, thick and ready to go, but no place to go to. With mom pushing for me to get ready, I had not been able to enjoy a morning stroke session. So my teenage monster was aching for the usual "happy ending." Maybe, I would be able to find a spare moment to duck into a restroom and stroke out a quick one.

However, looking at my schedule, I did not see a chance for that. I had back-to-back classes until lunch time and only then did I have a free period before my final class of the day.

My home room was full of the usual suspects. Jocks, geeks, the cool kids and the losers. Weird hair, bodies not yet grown into yet, acne, braces and awkward posture. The homeroom felt like it was sweating even though the AC is blasting with a whole cross‑section of South Georgia teens trying to look casual while the summer heat still clung to us.

The boys slump into their seats in basketball shorts or cargo shorts, legs sprawled like they haven't figured out how long they are yet. T‑shirts dominate--graphic tees, faded sports logos, or plain cotton--but a few show up in polos or wrinkled button‑downs because somebody's mama insisted on "first impressions." Sneakers thud under desks: Nike, Adidas, Vans, DCs. One kid is inexplicably wearing a hoodie, sweating but committed.

The girls bring the full spectrum of dress‑code‑approved creativity. Cotton dresses with cardigans for the freezing classrooms, denim shorts that just barely pass the fingertip rule, bike shorts under oversized tees, skirts with leggings, and tops that cover everything but still try to look cute. Flip‑flops slap against the tile, gladiator sandals tangle in backpack straps, flats squeak. Hair is straightened, curled, clipped, or frizzing from humidity; a few feather extensions still cling to 2012 like it's a personality trait.

Everyone's attitude is a mix of trying too hard and pretending not to care. Some kids sit tall, performing confidence; others fold into themselves, hoping not to be noticed. There's the overdressed kid sweating through long sleeves, the underdressed kid tugging at shorts that feel suddenly too short, the "I woke up late" kid with mismatched socks, and the "I planned this outfit for a week" kid who smells faintly of Bath & Body Works. Phones hide under desks, earbuds snake out of pockets, and the room hums with that awkward, hopeful energy of a new year--everyone watching everyone else while pretending they aren't.

Mrs. Baker, my homeroom teacher, seemed like a tough old broad. She looked like the kind of woman who'd been teaching forever, late fifties and zero patience for nonsense. She called the roll, laid out the rules, answered the usual first‑day questions about where we were supposed to go and how not to act like idiots in the hallways. Then the bell rang, and the chaos of the school day began.

I drifted through the corridors trying to find my first class, Advanced Algebra, when I spotted Chase -- the star quarterback -- holding court with a pack of guys who were clearly his teammates. I'd met him at the pool party last week (see Jason, Chapter 13), but when I nodded at him, he completely ignored me. Typical.

A few minutes later, just as I found my classroom, I heard someone call my name. "Jason." I turned and saw Becky Smith waving from down the hall. She was Chase's girlfriend, another familiar face from the party. She was also Chandra's younger sister and for a moment I wondered how much she actually knew about the weekend -- and how much she didn't.

I had spent a good deal of the weekend having sex with Chandra. (Jason, Chap. 15) She had also made a porn film of us fucking which she was going to post on her site on Pornhub. Then she hired me to come fuck her once a week so we could film it for Pornhub. I was now a professional porn star - sort of.

I walked into class my first class in two years wondering about my place here. New kid, no friends really my own age, high school junior, but also an almost legendary lover of several women in the past weeks and now paid porn actor. What part of this made sense? And math was my first class?!?

I was off balance, a little overwhelmed, and thinking about who knew who, who talked to who, and how fast reputations traveled in a place like this. Plus the strange ability that my deceased father had passed to me, allowing me to read females' emotional desires was in overdrive. They weren't focused on me but the first day emotions of all these excited and nervous teenage girls was complete chaos and was overloading my brain. I could barely function.

Algebra was taught by a 30-year-old geeky guy who was very enthusiastic about math and wanted us to be excited about it as well. I grabbed a seat in the back of the class and the chaos in my head seemed to calm down. The female emotions were still swirling around but they are more focused on what the teacher was saying and the people in front of them.

My next class was much more interesting. Earth Science was an elective science course that I selected to take instead of Chemistry. It was a lucky choice because my teacher was a total babe. Her name was Mrs. Harrison, and I was immediately enthralled by her sexual appeal.

I had chosen a seat toward the back, but Mrs. Harrison was one of those teachers that wanted us to sit in alphabetical order which put me near the front. As I moved toward my new seat, I picked up some casual interest from a couple of girls, but it was just in passing. Everyone by this time was more focused on the proceedings of the day. This new seat gave me a pretty up-close view of Mrs. Harrison and how seductively she was dressed.

It was obvious that she had a great rack and she didn't mind showing it off the first day of school. Her dress was knee-length and was not cut low in the front but her ample cleavage was very hard to hid. Every time she turned round to write on the blackboard, I was enthralled watching her hips swaying sexily in the skirt that clung tightly to her long legs and firm ass. I enjoyed ogling her that close range, and I kept fantasizing about what kind of panties she was wearing.

"Jason? Jason? Wake up Jason," I came out of my daze to see my sexy teacher looking at me with a frown on her face.

"Are you with us, Jason? ", she asked sarcastically.

"Yes, Mrs. Harrison, "I stuttered and I heard a couple of girls giggled at the back.

"Then you won't mind reading the next part of the chapter in your textbook."

I had no idea where to start as I looked at the open book in front of me, desperately seeking the passage I was supposed to read. Finally, a cute girl next me pointed at the right spot on my page, and I managed to read the text without making myself look like more of a fool.

When the bell finally rang for class break, Mrs. Harisson called me to her desk as all the other students were leaving.

"Jason, I didn't mean to embarrass you on the first day, but you need to pay attention. Ok?"

I mumbled something in reply in the affirmative, but what I was really focused on was the rock on her finger and the signals of interest that I was getting from her while we talked. I noticed her glance a couple of times at my crotch as she spoke, and I thought to myself maybe I could score a married teacher.

The next two classes went by in a whirl of US History and a computer class elective. My brain was exhausted by the time the lunch bell rang from too much female teenage emotions and an overload of information.

I was drifting toward the cafeteria as the other kids ran to get in line. I was aware of people passing me but I wasn't really paying attention when all of a sudden a sharp blast of excitement surged through my brain, and I heard my name called out. I turned to find a lovely, tall black girl staring at me, wide eyed.

"Jason? What the fuck are you doing here?" Daria said, as she looked at me like I had just landed from another planet. I was just as shocked to see her as well. I had just fucked her stupid in a dressing room at H&M on Friday (Jason, Chap. 15), and here she was at my school.

"I go here," I stammered with as much confidence as I could manage. She was a beautiful, sexy girl with large breasts and coffee colored skin wearing a tight, clingy dress with a high cut slit up one side. The pure excitement exuding from her was intense.

"Come with me," she commanded as she grabbed my hand and turned, dragging me behind her down the hallway.

We were now going against the flow of the students headed for lunch, but for some reason the teachers we were passing did not say a word to us. Then she turned down a hallway I had not seen yet, and I realized we were in the older part of the building.

"Where are you taking me," I questioned. Her emotions were a jumble. Sex was a big one, but there were touches of caution and anger there as well. I could not get a read on where she was headed, but if more sex was involved? Count me in!

"You'll see," is all she said as she pulled me into the old school auditorium, down the aisle, up on the stage, and behind the curtains into the backstage area. She then pulled me down a dim hallway to a locked door. As she pulled out a key from her purse, she ordered me not to move. She opened the door and pushed me in, and turning on the lights, closed the door behind her, and locked it. We seemed to me a costume storage room with racks of different types of colorful costumes covering the walls, and a long table filling the middle of the room.

I was still trying to figure out what was going on when I felt her hand caress my cock through my jeans. I was momentarily struck dumb, but my cock did all the talking, becoming full length and iron-hard quickly. My poor balls were full and needing release.

"I should be pissed off at you leaving me like that in the dressing room. I almost got fired."

"Sorry," I muttered. She did seem angry, but she was still stroking my big cock up and down through my jeans.

"You are going to make it up to me, big boy! I'm going to give you the best fuck you ever had, and you better keep your mouth shut about it."

The hungry lust in her eyes, and her face aglow with passion let me know I had no say in the matter. She began to strip naked while she explained she was the costumer for the drama club and had the only key to this room. I watched as she quickly disrobed and again noticed how hot she was.

Huge, round tits that sat high and firm on her bare chest with large, brown elongated nipples, a nice curvy waist, a bare pussy, her long, shapely legs. Her tits stood out proudly on her chest like two perfect scoops of ice cream with no sag.

"Well, don't stand there! Take your clothes off," she demanded.

She watched me as I quickly stripped. As my erect teenage monster came into full view, she stared at it hypnotized like someone watching a magic show. All her emotions became focused on one thought, "... big monster cock. The longer she stared, the harder her nipples got until they were hard round points on her big D-cup tits. In the dim light of the room, it looked like tiny drops of her honey began to leak down the insides of her thighs.

Watching and feeling her excitement made my thick man meat get even harder. It pointed straight out from my body like a steel pipe. The blood vessels pumping with every beat of my heart, which was racing with excitement.

Daria moved toward me and pulled me to her, kissing me deeply while one hand slowly stroked my meat stick up and down. My hands grabbed one large tit and her round ass, squeezing both.

After several moments of kissing and feeling each other up, Daria had me climb up on top of the long table, my giant cock waving in all directions as I did. I stretched out with my cock pointing straight up toward the ceiling like a rocket ready for takeoff. I especially enjoyed the view as she climbed up on the table. Her big tits swaying with every move as she lifted her body over mine, her bald juicy pussy glistening at me as she swung into position.

"I love riding, just like a cowgirl. I am going to ride your nice, giant cock!"

She squatted over me, her hands around my fat cock, sliding her moist pussy lips slowly up and down the length of my teenage monster, the excited shaft engorged with my hot blood ready to explode.

"This is the largest cock I've ever seen in my life," she added, with a moan of desire as she slid my shaft up and down between the soft, buttery fold of her cunt. I was already leaking pre-cum in big dollops that she smeared along the length of my jutting cock.

"Oh, yeah, I'm going to fuck you so good," she promised. "I want you to fill my burning cunt, I want to feel your prick filling my horny cunt with a huge load of your hot cum."

My dick felt like an iron bar as it stood tall and proud, almost reaching up to her full round breasts. Daria raised her body up and even lifted a leg up in order to create enough space to bend my giant hardon enough to enter her wet hole.

"Jesus, you must have to be the biggest cock in the school now," she mused as I watched her line up the head of my massive prick with the entrance to her leaking vagina.

Then, she pushed down, sliding her tight pussy down over the head of my mighty cock. Without resistance, my missile slid up into Daria's warm and inviting opening. She groaned with pleasure as she impaled herself, the head pushing past the lips of her humid vagina, the hot slick folds of her canal parting, taking me deep inside her until I came to rest against the mouth of her womb.

"That feels so fucking good," she whimpered.

And God, it did feel good. The snug caress of her cunt, so wet and furnace hot with a grip that was out of the world. Her walls wrapped around my thick cock like a tight velvet-lined glove. I grunted in pleasure as this horny high school slut slid her hot pussy up and down on my dick. We began to get a rhythm going as she began bouncing steadily up and down on me.

"You fucked me so good last time. I have been thinking of your cock and masturbating all weekend. I was hoping I would see you again," she cooed as she worked her cunt up and down my shaft. "And here you are with your huge cock up my horny cunt again. Oh God, that feel good."

She rode me hard. The undulation of her hips and the throbbing, milking pull of her cunt was amazing. Daria gave out cries of pleasure as she rode my giant cock. The unmistakable sound of wetness filled the costume shop as she drove my stiff manhood into her tight young cunt over and over.

I reflected as I watched this beautiful 18-year-old slide her slick pussy up and down my powerful rod that I had been worried that I would not be able to have much sex while going to school. And yet on the very first day of the new school year, I have a beautiful teenage girl bouncing on my peg during lunch.

"Unh, unh, unh, unh," Daria moaned as she drove 9 inches of my monster into her tightly packed pussy. Her large breasts were bouncing up and down wildly as she tried to pound my ass into table. Daria was delirious with pleasure as she rode my towering manhood, her aching pussy sliding effortlessly up and down with the wetness of her arousal.

"Jesus, your cock is so fucking big... I'm gonna.... cum... soon... fuck...."

This was different from the dressing room on Friday where I had controlled the rhythm and speed of our encounter. Now she was in control, driving more and more cock into her soaking wet pussy, her entire lithe form shiny and slick from physical exertion as she humped the throbbing muscle between her legs.

Daria was a perpetual motion machine as she bucked and thrust against me, seeking the viscous fluid her convulsing body needed. She leaned her torso forwards so I could kiss and suck on her large bouncing tits as she rode me. She moved with a frantic rhythm, her bouncing body building fast toward an orgasm.

Deciding to help Daria reach her goal faster, I grabbed hold of her hips and began thrusting my thick cock upwards into her hole, banging into her cervix, moving my hips to match hers. My extra effort brought a quick response as the room filled with her cries, her hips now flying up and down my rod, trying to cram as much cock into her quaking vag as she could.

"Oh My Fucking God...," she trailed off on a string of obscenities as her vagina start fluttering along the length of my cock. She was building to a huge climax as I kept fucking into her harder and harder. My gaze followed her magnificent body down to where my proud pussy pleaser continually drove into her young, shaved snatch, and I wondered where she put it all.

Daria's hips were in frantic motion, driving her molten cunt up and down on my thrusting prick in search of my sperm. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on my rod and began pulling at me with a rippling, milking motion that got tighter and tighter. I reached up, grabbed her bouncing orbs, and pinched both thick brown nipples between my fingers. The added stimulation went directly to her over heated cunt and started a chain reaction of pleasure.

"Oh, God! Jason! I am cumming!! OH GOD!!!!! AAHHHH!! OH FUCK!! l" Daria screamed as her orgasm overtook her. Every muscle in her body tensed and froze as her pussy exploded, a river of buttery fluid pouring her overwhelmed cunt, flowing down over my cock and balls.

Enjoying the feeling of her convulsing twat squeezing and tugging my shaft, and watching her sexual heat build into visceral, intense hunger as I continued to feed her cock. Crying out with desperation as her orgasm built and built, her hands were around my throat gently tightening as she cried out with pleasure.

"Yes, oh fuck yes, I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'M CUMMING, FUCK, OH YES, YES!"

As I watched her pleasure filled face ride out her climax as her orgasm crested and ended, she collapsed onto my chest; her tits pressed against me. Her still climaxing vagina pulled at my rigid cock, and she ground her hard little nub against my rigid shaft. I appreciated I was in the enviable position of fucking this super-hot 18-year-old in the first place. But now I needed to cum.

Fortunately, Daria was ready, "Umm, that was a nice warm-up. Have you cum yet?

I looked up at her smiling face and shook my head no.

"Great, I didn't think so after how long you held out last time. Because I'm not done with you yet, Jason!"

She lifted her pelvis leaving just the head inside her warm, sopping cunt, then she turned around, and slid back down on my prick. Now with Daria in a reverse cowgirl position, I felt her began to raise her hips up and down, slowly fucking my cock.

I can feel the muscles of her moist pussy grab and wrap around my girth as she drove her vagina up and down my cock. Picking up the pace, Daria managed to take most of my length in this position as she pounded herself on my huge throbbing erection.

"Fuck I need this so bad," she moaned as she squatted over me, the arch of her back facing me. Her skin brown, smooth, and creamy, glistening with sweat as my length penetrated her again and again. Her tight little asshole winked at me as she rose and fell on my cock. Taking my thumb, I began to massage her back door as she moved against me. The added stimulation seemed to delight her as she let out a big groan and her hips moved faster and faster.

The smell of hot pussy and hotter sex filled the stuffy costume shop, and the sound of flesh smacking against flesh grew louder. Deep groans of pleasure escaped her as she drove herself onto my unyielding cock. Her cunt started to ripple and squeeze as her climax came on quicker, pulling and milking my thick shaft.

Squishing noises came from her rapidly rising and falling sopping wet cunt as she rode my turgid prick. Deciding to help her reach her goal of a massive climax, I slide my thumb into her humid rectum up to the first joint. I could feel my own dick through the thin membrane that separated her anal canal with her hot, quivering box.

This produced a loud cry of appreciation as she bucked up and down, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, please, please keep- OH GOD!!!"

Daria's ass went into overdrive as she sought to prolong her climax. Reading her desperation through the hungry thrusts of her pelvis, her insatiable lust for my cock, I grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto my peg. Thrusting up into her climaxing hole, sent her shattering orgasm higher and higher until her cunt exploded.

"Uh... uh... uh... uh... OOh GOOD GOD!!!! OH FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME!!! AAHHHHHH!!"

She quickly climaxed again as she roared out her lust. I pounded into her seeking my own moment, but I could feel her start to weaken. Just before I came, she gave a strangled moan and collapsed downwards exhausted, her quivering pussy still pulling at my precarious, vibrating rod.

I lay there in agony. I desperately needed to cum but Daria who was a big girl lay prostrate on top of me.

I shook her and she stirred.

"Get up!" I commanded.

She mumbled, "I came, oh god, I came so hard. Did you come inside me?"

"No! Please get up!" I begged.

She moved just enough for me to roll out from under her and stand up next to the table. She looked at me bleary eyed, confused.

"Do you want to stroke me until you finish."

"No, I need your cunt."

She stared at my large, ready to explode, swinging erection as I pulled her to the edge of the table. Helping her to sit up, I spread her legs and stepped between them. My giant teen cock looked like a blood red club as it pointed at her gapping, dripping fuck hole. Taking my python in my hand, I inserted the bloated head just inside the lips of her red, battered, aching cunt.

"Are you ready?" I asked almost nonchalantly.

"Yes, please!" she answered with a hint of anxiety.

I gradually let my length penetrate her. She moaned as my monster slid up inside her hyper-sensitive channel. She felt it, slowly pushing inwards, distending her lips as the sharp end of my rod pressed inside her eighteen-year-old pussy. My cock was now halfway inside her ravaged cunt. She re-positioned herself and looked at me with a mixture of fear at the sheer size of my distended prick now inside her vagina, and pure lust for me to cum inside her.

"Oh Jason, fuck me please. Cum inside me," she begged.

I slowly withdrew from her, trying prolonging the moment. I hoped I would last longer than a couple of quick thrusts and begin cumming. My dick had calmed down a bit, but my balls were aching for release. I paused for just a moment as Daria trembled in my arms unsure of what would happen. I wanted to start thrusting into her full force, but my extended sexual experience told me to take it slowly at first and then I would build up pace and take Daria to a new-found level of orgasmic bliss.

After slowly pushing in and out of her soaking, but sensitive vagina, I reached the back of her womb. She had managed to take ten inches of thick cock up her stuffed twat. I began to increase the pace of my thrusts and obscene noises of genitalia squishing and banging filled the room as I thrust my throbbing cock into her inner depths.

Almost as once she began building again, and I started to thrust without mercy seeking my own orgasm and release the pent-up sperm in my aching balls. She wrapped her arms around me, securing my face against her chest and making insane sounds as I plowed into her core. and within a few moments, she shivered through yet another climax.

"AAAAAHHHHH," she screamed as the head bounced off her cervix. I was grunting like a beast as I built this frenetic pace, my overloaded sperm sacks were aching for release. I was about to explode, but the feel of Daria's magic cunt was so amazing that I did not want to stop.

She started screaming obscenities about my cock and how I was the best fuck ever. I had ignited an entirely new level of desire in her as I sought my climax, but now I wanted to drive her insane with lust. A red mist covered my eyes as I thrust into her.

"Fuck! Oh shit, shit!" she was delirious and swearing uncontrollably. "Yes, fuck me JASON, FUCK ME!"

She was hot, sweaty, and panting, but wanting more cock. She was like a bitch in heat, wanting more and more, and I was happy sending it her way. Her pussy muscles clenched and squeezed hard around my thrusting shaft. Her boiling vagina started to pulse and leak her warm cunt juices all over my balls and dribble down the insides of her thighs and onto the table.

Daria slithered her hands around my hips and grabbed onto my hard, driving ass with her pink tipped fingernails. She dug into the muscles, squeezing the knotted cheeks as though her next orgasm were somewhere inside of me, and she were trying to force it out into her body.

"Oh, fuck me, Jason'" she moaned. Her hands gripped me tightly. Her arms were like steel bands which joined them in our mutual pleasure. 'Fuck me, Jason... fuck me. God, what a cock!"

I had a firm grip over her bouncing hips as I pushed and pulled her body onto my throbbing prick, spearing more cock into her spasming insides. Her firm breasts bounced and heaved on her chest while she rode my enormous rod, crying and screaming, and whimpering and groaning Her eyes were bulging, and stared emptily right in front of her, her mouth gaped open, as she panted and wailed. Drool came from the left corner of her mouth.

I bent forward and kissed her on the mouth. It was open and wet, and she sucked on my tongue as if she were trying to pull it out by its root. Her legs were suspended in air on either side of my hunching body. Her unanchored legs jerked helplessly up and down like a puppet dangling from the end of a string, as I drove my cock mercilessly into the tight, squeezing hole of her liquid cunt. Her ass was sitting on the edge of her desk as I continued to drive my raging prick into Daria's wet core.

"Oh God! Fuck me...!! Oh I'm going to cum!!"

I thrust relentlessly into her clutching pussy. I knew she was close from the way her writhing body shook in my arms. Just a few more strokes. Five, ten, fifteen thrusts and her cunt exploded again, as her tight hot sleeve clamped down on my invading member, and pussy juice flowed from her cunt, down the crack of her ass and onto the top of the table.

"OH, MY GOD!" Daria screamed. "OH, MY GOD!!!!!"

I felt the tell-tale sensation behind my balls and knew that I was close to cumming. I let the milking action of her velvet walls pull the hot sperm from my balls.

I grunted, "Oh fuck yeah, I'm cumming! I'm gonna blow, FUCK!"

I bucked hard into her, my cock squirting inside her fiery hot tunnel, pumping a fountain of thick spunk into her eager cunt, that amazing milking action sucking up every drop my cock could pump into her. I had shot several rounds of hot cum into her famished womb and slowly stopped thrusting into her.

The juicy tightness of Daria's cunt swallowed all the cum pouring out my bursting gonads. I was filling her up to overflowing. A thick paste of our co-mingled juices of cunt juice and sperm leaked out of her saturated minge, covering my shaft and balls, and draining down the crack of her ass, onto the table.

She collapsed against me. Her head resting on my shoulder, trying to catch her breath. Her drenched pussy still pulsed and tugged at my prick, her hungry milking seeking every last drop.

"Jesus, you know how to fuck. Damn it, you feel so good! Fuck!", she gasped.

I eased out of her swampy cunt and stepped away from her. As we uncoupled, a flood of hot, sticky cum poured out of her, draining down onto the table and starting to leak onto the floor. My cock had barely gone down even after that tremendous climax.

At the site of my unwavering spear, Daira slipped off the table and down onto her knees. She started to lick and suck my penis into her mouth. As she licked our co-mingled juices off my prick, I looked down at the bobbing head of this brown amazon kneeling before me and wondered if all the girls in this school fucked like she did. I felt like was king of the world.

I looked at my watch and realized we had a couple of minutes to end of lunch bell. We had done all of this in less than 50 minutes. She had cum at least 4 times and was covered in my semen, and I'd had one of my biggest ejaculations ever. There was cum smeared all over the table and leaked onto the floor.

I did not want to, but I tapped the bobbing head and suggested that we clean up, so she could get to class. Daria looked up at me and reluctantly stopped sucking my cock. She stood up and took a towel from her backpack, and mopped away all the mess between her thighs, the table and floor.

I had brought an extra t-shirt to school, so I used that to wipe all the cum off me. I rolled it up and stashed it in an empty pocket of my backpack. I watched Daria as she worked, her wet pussy and butt were winking at me the entire time. It was an enticing sight. If we had more time I would have fucked her several more times. She was one truly fine piece of ass.

Than the bell for the 6th period rang, Daria hurried to put on her clothes. She saw me watching, and gave me a horny grin, and wiggled her hips as she pulled up her thong. "You are a great fuck, Jason. Would you like to do this regularly?"

"How do you mean like every lunch hour?" I asked as I watched her dress.

"I would love that, but I know for sure with that cock you are going to fuck a lot of girls in this school. So what if I could show you a secret place where you could take girls during your free periods and fuck them right here on campus?"

"Like here?" I asked while she adjusted her bra over her amazing tits. The idea of using the costume shop was interesting.

"No, but close by. If I showed it to you, would you promise to fuck me at least once a week. For the entire school year?"

"Jesus, I would fuck you every day without a promise."

"No, Jason. You don't understand. When the word gets out about you and your magic cock. Every horny bitch in this school is going to want to fuck you."

"How do you know?"

"Cause I am going to tell them. I am going to be your pimp and for that you are going to promise me once a week. Deal."

"What about this secret place?"

"That is part of the deal. Promise once a week and you will get the place and free advertising from a satisfied customer. Deal?"

My sex obsessed brain quickly realized the possibilities. I had two periods back-to-back with no classes, so if I had a place right on campus to take hot, horny teenage girls and possibly teachers? Bingo! Plus I had already benefitted from satisfied women telling other women about me which led to more sex. What did I have to lose?

"Okay, deal. Where is this place."

"I have to go class now but meet me here right after school and I will show you."

Daria smiled at me as we emerged from the costume room, and she locked the door.

"Will this include another session with you today?"

"No, probably not. Just show up right after classes, follow my lead and you will get everything I promised.

"What are you talking about?"

"I have to get to class, but I can take the time to explain everything to you. Ok?"

We left the backstage area and were crossing the stage. "Why don't we just keep the sex between us?"

"Oh God, Jason, you gave the best fuck of my life! I would love that, but I can tell you like the hunt. You like the conquest. You would get bored with me, so this the next best thing."

As we walked up the aisle, she teased me, "Meet me here after classes, stud!" She kissed me on the cheek, and I watched her awesome ass wiggling as she walked away.

I didn't really have anywhere to go. Technically, I was supposed to spend my free period in the library, studying, but from the way everyone talked about it, the rule was more of a suggestion than anything else. No one seemed to actually check where students went.

I stopped off at my locker to take the soiled towel out of my backpack when a stern voice called out me.

"Where are you supposed to be, young man?"

I turned to see the principal staring at me from across the hall. He was a short, rotund man with a thick whiny Southern accent that seemed to come out of his nose. I was told he was a hard case and to not get on his bad side.

"I was just dropping some stuff off at my locker, sir. And then I was headed to the library."

"What's your name, son?"

"Jason."

"Well Jason make sure that you get to the library? I'm going check on you later."

"Yes, sir."

Then I watched Principal Mims waddle off down the hall. First day of a new school and I am already on the Principal's radar. Great!

As I enter the library and found a place to sit down, I noticed that all the noise in my head from earlier, all the confusing emotional signals from all the teenage females had quieted down.

I mused to myself, maybe it was because I had just had amazing, mind-blowing sex with Daria during school, or I had finally learned to filter out all the white noise. It had been two months since I learned I possessed these special skills and how most of them worked, but not to control them. Maybe with the opportunity of being surrounded by all this high school pussy, I would be able to learn how to perfect them.

Plus it seemed I had acquired an ally in Daria to help me get females, and a possible place to take them. Yet, I had no idea what she was planning for after school when she said, 'follow my lead.' What did that mean?

We weren't supposed to use our phones during school, but I'd figured out the loophole: turn the sound off and you could surf without anyone noticing. I checked my messages and found a small avalanche waiting -- Paige and Bianca wanting my attention (Jason, Chap. 11-12), Kelsey asking if we could meet up tonight (Jason, Chap 13). I texted back excuses to all of them, each one built on the version of the truth I'd told them.

When the period finally ended, I headed to my last class of the day: A. P. English. I hadn't sat in a real classroom for two years, and it showed. Mrs. Williams launched into Shakespeare's sonnets, Arthur Miller, and the rest of the semester's reading list while I sat there like a bump on a log, completely out of my depth. Everyone else seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. I didn't have a clue.

The final bell rang, mercifully, and I made my way toward the old auditorium. Daria was waiting for me just outside the doors.

"Okay," she said, practically vibrating, "we're having the first meeting of the drama club, and I'm going to nominate you for president."

I stared at her like she'd lost her mind. "I don't do plays," I said. "I'm joining the swim team."

"Look, stud, if you want that room where you can take all your sexual conquests, follow my lead.

"What the hell, does that mean?"

"That means I've told all the girls in the club that you're really handsome and hung like a horse. They're all willing to vote for you," Daria said, lowering her voice like she was sharing state secrets. "All you have to do is walk through the door and pretend you care."

"Why would they do that?" I asked.

"Because we've had the same club president for two years -- a snobby little actress who thinks her shit doesn't stink. Everyone's sick of her. They want someone different."

"Why are we even doing this?" I said. "I don't care about some drama club."

She gave me that look -- the one that meant remember the deal. "If I get you girls, and I get you a place to be with them, then I get you once a week. This is how we make that happen."

I blinked at her. "By joining a drama club?"

"By getting you a key," she said, tapping the auditorium door. "To a room nobody else can get into. And it's soundproof. The only thing you'd actually have to do is run lights and sound during assemblies. I can help you with that. We have one at one o'clock on Wednesday."

"I've never been on stage before."

"Doesn't matter," she said. "Tell Mr. Sutton you want to work backstage. That's even better. Everyone wants to be on stage -- he'll love having someone who doesn't."

It sounded like a really crazy plan to me. But if Daria could procure me a place to have sex and help get me girls to nail. Why not try.

We walked through the auditorium doors, and I counted maybe fourteen people scattered across the seats. Most of them were girls, a couple of guys who looked like they lived in the AV room, and a mix of faces that seemed younger than seniors.

One girl stood out -- very pretty, blonde, big tits, polished, the kind of girl who looked like she'd been practicing for red carpet photo shoots her whole life. She was a blue-eyed blond with hair that came down to the small of her back. Her 5'8" body was just perfect, tight and lean. Her small waist only served to highlight what I thought to be firm 36C breasts. If I didn't want that room that Daria was offering me, I would vote for this chick myself.

As we headed down the aisle toward Mr. Sutton and the cluster of students in the front row, Daria leaned in.

"That's Allsion, the club president," she whispered, pointing at the blond. "Total diva. Everyone's tired of her running the place."

"Great," I muttered. "So that's my competition?"

"Pretty much. You'll get every vote except hers -- and the three guys who worship her."

We sat, and Mr. Sutton launched into his welcome speech: what the drama club planned to do this year, the shows they were considering, how auditions worked, how backstage crews were organized. A few other new faces were sprinkled around, so he asked everyone to introduce themselves.

When it was my turn, I stood up.

"Uh... I'm Jason. I just moved here. I'm planning to try out for the swim team."

Mr. Sutton nodded. "Have you ever been on stage before? Or worked on a film?"

I opened my mouth to say no -- then I remembered the past weekend where my giant cock had been the star of Chandra's porno film.

"Yeah, I've been in a film," I said. "A short film."

Mr. Sutton perked up. "What's it called?"

"I... honestly don't know," I admitted. "I didn't really pay attention. But the director said I did a good job."

That seemed to satisfy him -- and everyone else. After a few more minutes of talking about the club's plans for the year, it was time to vote for president.

He asked anyone interested in the position to stand and say a few words. Allison, the blond -- the one Daria had warned me about -- rose to her feet.

"My name is Allison," she said, chin lifted. "I've been president for two years, and I feel I should continue for my senior year."

Before she even sat down, Daria raised her hand. "I nominate Jason," she said brightly. "He's new, he brings fresh energy, and he's actually been in a film. None of us have."

Allison's face tightened. She looked like someone had just insulted her in public -- which, in a way, Daria had.

When no one else nominated anyone, Mr. Sutton asked if we wanted a secret ballot or a show of hands. The group chose show of hands.

"All in favor of Allison?" he asked.

Four hands went up -- hers and the three guys who practically worshipped her.

"All in favor of Jason?"

Eleven hands. I didn't raise mine.

A round of applause broke out, and I felt my face heat. Mr. Sutton came over to me.

"Congratulations! Your duties are pretty simple," he said. "You run our meetings from now on, and you're responsible for running lights and sound during school assemblies -- not the plays. Someone else handles those. The light booth is up in the balcony. No one uses the balcony itself anymore, but the booth is still functional." He reached into his pocket and handed me a key. "Don't lose this. It's the only copy. If you need help, Allison can show you how everything works."

He thanked everyone for coming and reminded us the next meeting would be next week when we'd plan the year's activities. Then he dismissed us.

Allison approached me, her expression polite but stiff. She gave Daria the evil eye, then said to me. "I'll help you on Wednesday during the assembly," she said, offering her hand.

The moment we touched an electric shock ran through our bodies. Her large blue eyes widening in surprise, and I got a mental hit from her that read 'what the fuck". She looked at me like she had been stunned. She seemed to get weak in the knees for just a moment, then she quickly recovered. Allison gave me a quick, nervous smile, then she turned sharply and walked away.

Her long blond hair swaying to the rolling movement of her hips. I could see that for the ordinary teenage boy; she would be their dream of the perfect girl. For me, I just thought her pouting mouth and lips were perfect for sucking my thrusting cock.

Smirking, Daria led me upstairs to the balcony that overlooked the auditorium. She unlocked a thick metal door -- the kind you'd see as a fire door -- and yanked it open.

Inside, the room looked like a concrete bunker: eight feet wide, maybe fifteen long, with heavy walls and a low ceiling. A long shelf ran along the side facing the stage, broken up by four thick‑glass windows. A battered couch sat against the wall. The soundboard and light board looked pretty old. At the far end, a bookshelf was stuffed with old scripts and dusty plays.

Posters, doodles, and marker graffiti covered the walls -- inside jokes, show titles, complaints about past productions. It was ugly. But it was mine.

"How do you know it's soundproof?" I asked Daria.

Daria pointed to the speakers mounted on the wall. "That's the only way to hear what's happening downstairs. If I stood on the stage and screamed at you, you wouldn't hear a thing. And I can guarantee you nobody can hear anybody in here."

She said it with a little smile -- the kind that told me she knew exactly what she was talking about. Her smile is so sexy and the implication that she had sex in the very place made me so hot that my pants snake surges down my thigh.

"From practical experience?" I ask, as I pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately. As we kissed, I fondled her breast with one hand, and with the other, I reach up under her dress through the side slit, and cupped her thong covered crotch. Daria spread her legs wide for me, giving me full access to her fork. I slipped my hand inside her thong, and located her wet labia, pushing two fingers up into her.

"You are so wet! Is every girl here a slut?" I whisper in her ear, as I begin to fuck her slippery cunt with my fingers.

"Only the popular ones," Daria sighs, as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me tighter. "This feels wonderful! Oh, oh, oh, yes! Fuck me with your fingers."

Daria swooned as I moved my fingers, in and out, pushing harder and deeper into her wet hole with each thrust of my hand. Her eyes were closed as we kissed fervently and I continued to finger her. Her cunt quickly becomes absolutely soaked and slippery. My fingers making a sloshing noise every time I pumped my fingers in and out.

As my hand played in her crotch, my other caressed the curves of her breasts. Her large nipples swelled up fully, straining against the material of her bra and thin dress, pointed and hard. I twisted her left nipple between my fingers, making her body quivered and eliciting a yelp.

With my two fingers inside her caressing her G spot, my thumb strummed her throbbing clit. I fingerfucked her with a firm circular motion while making constant contact with her most sensitive membrane. Her reaction was intense, as her hips moved in rhythm to my hand, writhing in ecstasy. Slowly I built her oncoming orgasm, pushing her higher and higher.

Her emotions were focused on the intense feelings growing in her vagina when suddenly a massive explosion of sexual nerve endings obliterated her consciousness of reality. She twisted and bucked against my hand trying frantically to extend her powerful climax.

"Oh Jesus... Ram It In There... SHOVE IT IN DEEP... YAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Daria let out a loud grunt, almost a yell, and came. The unmistakable sound of a screeching orgasm was heard throughout the booth. I could feel her body shaking against me, and it felt like every muscle in her body was pulled taut as she shuddered several times.

I did not stop fingering her creamy cunt until she went limp and silent, her body shaking in the final throes of her powerful climax. The pungent odor of hot pussy filled the air. We shared one more deep kiss and I stepped back. My fingers slowly withdrawing from her sensitive and sticky pussy.

"Oh that was so nasty... and so good," Daria muttered as she smoothed down her dress. "Damn, that was intense."

Hoping to continue this heated moment with a quick fuck, I started to unbutton my jeans.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she stared at me.

"I am hoping to christen this room properly and sample that amazing pussy of yours again," I answered optimistically.

"Don't be ridiculous. I have to go to work." She kissed me, told me to pull my pants up and slapped me on the ass. She observed the open door to the balcony and turned to me.

"You need to keep that door closed and locked every time you are in here doing something. We are lucky we didn't get caught. Allison said she almost got caught by Mr. Sutton once."

"You mean stuck up Allison, former Drama club president?" I questioned as I buttoned my jeans.

"Yeah, according to rumor, Allison has fucked at least 10 guys in here including our star quarterback. She is a real slut!"

"You mean Chase?"

"Oh yeah, Chase, they dated for a while. Last year they won king and queen at the prom. But according to Allison, he's got a really small dick. Which I can verify."

"You fucked him too?"

"I don't like Allison. She's a bitch, so I decided to take her boyfriend away from her. Uh, but after one roll in the hay with him. He wasn't worth my time. No like you."

She urged me to hurry up and closed the door behind us and handed me the key. Then headed for the stairs to the main floor. "I got to get to work. You need a ride home?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

She drove me across town and gave me a quick kiss and squeezed my cock when she dropped me off before heading to her shift at H&M.

Mom got home around five. She asked how my day went, and when I told her I'd somehow ended up president of the drama club, she nearly fainted. Shock wasn't even the right word -- more like she'd been hit with a plot twist she didn't understand.

I'd never shown the slightest interest in theater, or plays, or anything involving a stage. So when she asked why I'd done it, I gave her the safest answer I could think of: "I figured I should meet some people."

She lit up at that -- proud, relieved, convinced I'd finally stepping outside my comfort zone. She had no idea the only reason I'd agreed to any of it was because I was looking for a place. A private place. A place that came with a key. A place to fuck high school girls and not get caught.

I let her believe whatever made her happy.

Later after dinner, back in my room as I started doing my first homework in two years, I thought what a crazy day the first day of school had been. Could it get any weirder? I had no idea of how strange it would get.