I was a Teenage Sex God Ch. 07

The band played the opening chords of Berlin's "Take My Breath Away." Lance instinctively drew her body close to his.

"Don't even think about it," she told him. "Raven and I are not letting you out of our sight so you can bang one of your groupies in the parking lot. Your cock belongs to us tonight."

Luna gently ground her thighs against his crotch as they danced. Up close, he could smell her perfume and feel the heat of her body. Lance grinned and bore the sweet agony of deferred delight. Her cockteasing left him fit to be tied.

"May I cut in?" asked someone behind Lance.

"Hi, Morgan," said Luna with barely disguised annoyance. "He's all yours." The tall blonde led the cheerleading team with the intensity of a drill sergeant. She also on/off dated Steve Knight who looked none too amused with her dance partner.

"Are you sure Steve is OK with this?" he asked quietly.

"Of course, he's not. First of all, you're the star player on the team now, not him. Secondly, you're a junior with a ten-and-a-half inch cock that gets to bang all the varsity cheerleaders he lusted after for the past four years."

"That's simply not true," he interjected with mock indignation. "I measured eleven inches as of this week."

"Laaaaaance," she smiled flirtatiously. "Don't you think it's a bit childish to measure your dick?"

"Maybe someone else wanted to measure it. And she didn't call my tool 'childish' either."

Morgan suddenly stiffened. She could make out Steve's angry glare clear across the gymnasium. The party was over.

"Uh-oh, I better go," she told him.

"You want me to take care of that prick?"

"No, I want to take care of your prick," she smiled. "Don't waste your time on that loser."

Morgan left Lance standing alone on the dance floor. He slunk over to the punch table and poured a drink for himself. After a quick check for chaperones, he pulled a flask out of his tux and emptied it into his glass.

"Yo!" a peppy voice greeted him. "How's it hanging?"

It could be none other than Hilary, the head of the math club. Lance generally didn't hook up with nerds but the two of them had a comfortable arrangement. She taught the failing student remedial algebra so he could stay on the football team. Lance taught her sex. In private, Hilary turned out to be a closet hottie. Her thick horn rim glasses obscured a buxom figure. She had her sexy librarian look down cold.

"I heard you got a 'C' in math this quarter. Congrats."

"And I heard you got a 'D' in cleavage. Or maybe even a double 'D.' Congrats."

Hilary mock-punched him on the shoulder.

"So how does it feel to be the big man on campus tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, technically speaking, Peoria Tech is not a campus," Hilary began to explain in her characteristically academic manner. "A campus is defined as the grounds or buildings of a college or university. However, my use of the phrase 'BMOC' carried a double meaning. First of all, 'big man' refers to the notoriously large size of your endowment. With a measurement in the double digits, you likely are at least two standard deviations beyond median penis size. Secondly, you are a proverbial 'big man on campus' by bringing two dates to Prom. Though monogamy is withering away as a social norm, only dedicated playboys have the savoir-faire..."

"Savoir-what?"

"Savoir-faire. I suppose you would call it 'game.' Only a dedicated playboy would have sufficient game to score a date with two desirable females. Further, Luna and Raven openly display a bisexual orientation that hints the three of you will enjoy a ménage a trois after the dance. Many would consider such an arrangement to be the pinnacle of masculine prestige. Ergo, you are a proverbial 'big man on campus.'"

"Where are you going to college, Hilary?"

"Harvard. Early admission."

"Where are you going to college?"

"Bradley University."

"I didn't know they notified anyone yet."

"I meant I am going there tomorrow. There's a sorority chick I'm banging."

Hilary mock-punched him again.

"Oh, Lance... I don't know what I will do without your rapier wit."

"Rapier what?"

"Never mind. But I always wanted to ask you something personal. Is that OK?"

Lance nodded. He didn't quite understand where this conversation was heading. As with all girls he fancied, Lance already had become quite 'personal' with Hilary that quarter in the most intimate and orgasmic of ways. What did she want to know?

"Lance?" she asked. "Does it ever bother you that most of your interactions with the female gender center around your penis?"

"Huh?"

"What matters to you besides girls?"

"Umm..." said Lance, trying to decipher her statement. "I sort of like football. And bodybuilding."

"I see. Of course, you must realize that those sports place an emphasis upon prevailing in situations that require body and fitness. That itself is a very gendered practice that reinforces hegemonic masculinity."

"Uh. OK?"

"I don't mean to insinuate that the phallus is not an important element in the construction of male identity. Biology is destiny. Yet I gather from your speech and behavior that you define yourself in terms of your penis to a much greater degree even than most 'Lager lads' or other working-class men. I need hardly comment upon the temptation for you to embrace a hypersexualized persona. Clearly, the size of your endowment has allowed you to enjoy a much larger and diverse body of sex partners than typical males. Further, you are able to provide them with an intense degree of pleasure that borders on the sublime. Accordingly, you enjoy an enhanced social status at this school despite your disdain of community standards. But let me ask you something directly. Is there nothing else besides sex that carries meaning in your life?"

Lance paused for a moment and mulled over her question.

"Nope."

As Hilary droned on, his gaze drifted once more to her breasts. The straight-A jezebel sported a rocking body underneath her dowdy wrap dress. Their afterschool meetings had not been very productive as of late. They could barely get through two or three math problems before the teen stud had his tutor on her back. After a mind-blowing powerfuck, she usually just did Lance's homework for him and sent the hunky himbo on his way.

"Moon to Lance," she joked. "Are you listening?"

His attention had shifted to the dance floor. Raven and Luna made a very hot couple. The lipstick lesbians slow-danced their way in his direction. A few male students discreetly snapped photos as the pair locked lips. That kiss would fuel a school year's worth of masturbatory fantasies at Peoria Tech. But Lance would get to live out their fantasies in just a couple hours. Even by his own elevated standards of pleasure, tonight would be special.

Without hesitation, he approached his dates.

"May I cut in?" he asked Luna with a smile.

"As long as I get the next dance," she replied.

A mid-tempo number started. Lance guided his partner to an empty part of the dance floor where they could talk.

"I don't know much longer I can take this, babe," he confessed.

"Don't call me 'babe,' babe," she retorted.

"Aw, c'mon. I know Luna told you about me. Aren't you curious about 'The Lance Leo Experience'?"

"About as much as a colonoscopy."

Shot down in flames! Raven apparently did not like to flirt.

"May I cut in?" asked Luna, coming to the rescue. She knew Raven did not suffer fools, especially male fools. Lance let her into their circle but didn't leave. Instead, he draped his arms over their shoulders and drew them closer. The move carried risks. Luna probably wanted to speak to her girlfriend privately about him. But he knew where such a conversation would lead. Raven would back out of the plan. Instead, he decided Luna and him would have to seduce her together.

While Lance possessed a silver tongue, seduction was not an act of words as much as a physical expression of desire. Its secret involved the fluent usage of body language. With his hands resting upon the small of their backs, he intuited their emotions. Luna's posture felt relaxed whereas Raven remained stiff as a board. However, her muscles gradually un-tensed as the beat of the music went on.

"Don't be scared," Luna whispered into her ear. "He won't be like the others. I've been with my share of guys and none of them came close."

Lance put one of his legs between Raven's. With his hands on either thigh, he gently rotated his hips. Their contact was subtle yet sensual. He switched legs. His massive tool ran down the inseam of his other pant leg. She could feel the bulge underneath the material. Luna got behind Raven and nudged her girlfriend forward. Her skirt rode up a bit. Lance could feel her bare inner-thighs and the warmth of her pussy through his slacks. Her muscles flexed in rhythm of the music. Raven began to lose herself in the moment.

"Do you feel that?" he murmured into Raven's other ear. "It's big enough to share. You won't be a third wheel."

As the song wound down, Lance made his move. The ladykiller bet small at first. He leaned forward toward Luna and gave her a warm kiss on the mouth. Her lips parted. His tongue darted into her mouth. Lance felt her body turn to jelly. She gently humped her crotch against his thigh, already aching to be filled with his massive tool. His mouth finally pulled away and he let Luna take the lead.

What happened next seared itself into Lance's memory for the rest of his life. Raven and Luna came together in a long erotic kiss. He saw their tongues sliding against each other. He felt the heat of their quickening breath inches from his face. They each leaned into him to maintain their balance upon stiletto heels. And when his companions briefly pulled apart, a hand pushed the back of his head towards their faces to join the fray.

Their lips met in a three-way kiss. Lance needed a moment to orient to the novel situation. At first, the presence of two females divided his focus. He did not know whom to please. However, his instincts took over as their embrace turned steamier. Though Luna initiated the exchange, Lance slowly assumed the lead. Though a kiss only signified 'first base,' the master of seduction knew how to escalate it swiftly and decisively into a home run. His organ throbbed with excitement. He was about to strike the ball out of the park and score his first double conquest.

As the music wound down, they all needed a moment to get her bearings. Raven was breathing a little heavier than usual and had a glazed look in her eyes. Students who had not been dancing were staring at them. She felt as though the three of them had just had sex in a roomful of people.

"I need to powder my nose," said Luna, taking her girlfriend by the arm. "You do too."

Lance strode back to the punch bowl. The other students stared at him with a mixture of awe and envy.

"I must confess that witnessing your osculation proved exciting," said Hilary.

"You again?"

"Where did your consorts go?"

"To powder their noses."

"They probably are conferring about you," she noted. "I hope they reach a positive verdict."

Lance saw Luna and Raven emerge from the ladies' room and quickly head in his direction.

"The jury wasn't out long at that one."

With a girl on either side of him, they hooked their arms around his.

"Lance," ordered Luna. "Take us home."

With that, the two girls marched their companion toward the exit. The prom would still go on another two more hours but none of them desired to postpone joy a second longer. They took the long way out. Not a few guys gave him a thumbs-up. Not a few girls winked at him. Lance considered discretion to be the better part of valor but not even he could resist a victory lap. As the star quarterback of the football team, the baller was no stranger to the adulation of the crowd. But Lance felt as if he had scored ten touchdowns at that moment. The teen was about to live out every bro's fantasy.

The night was quiet and cool. His escorts guided their studly date across the parking lot to a waiting stretch limo. Raven threw open the back door. Luna shoved him inside. He scooted toward a leather-upholstered couch that occupied the back of the vehicle. It easily could hold all three of them. However, Luna grabbed him by the collar and yanked him away.

"Sorry, Lance," she mocked him. "No boys allowed."

Lance took the seat opposite them with a scowl. The teen stud had promised Luna to play nice no matter how badly he wanted to bang them. But Samson hadn't agreed. He had not been there when she demanded his promise. But the raging manbeast was very much present at the moment. Lance took slow and deep breaths, trying to contain Samson. Never in his life had he felt such overpowering urges. His skin tingled. His breath grew heavy. His cock almost ripped through the fabric of his slacks.

The motor of the limo rumbled to life. The sound prompted Luna and Raven to kiss each other. Their caresses became much more heated than what they displayed in public. Lance never saw two girls make out like that except in porn. Maybe that's why Samson's hold began to loosen. Their snogging had mesmerized the barbarian as much as Lance.

The limo stopped at the gated entrance to Raven's home. The electronic doors slowly opened and the vehicle drove up a hill. Her mansion stood on the other side. Raven's father owned a local construction firm and was one of the richest men in Peoria. Besides a large plantation-style home with tall white columns lining the front, the grounds had a swimming pool, basketball court, guesthouse, and four-car garage. With Raven's parents out of town, the trio would have the run of the place all weekend.

As soon as the car stopped at the double-door entrance, his companions bolted out of the vehicle. Lance followed a few paces behind. His massive erection caused him to walk bow-legged and slowed his roll. Before he could catch up to them, the girls scurried into a bathroom off the vestibule and locked the door behind them. "Just a sec, hon," Luna told him. "We gotta tinkle." Lance grumbled. Powdering their noses was just one thing but why did these chicks have to piss together?

He looked at his watch and counted out the seconds. Five minutes passed. Lance tried to listen in on their conversation but no longer could hear their voices behind the door. Finally, he knocked. No one answered. He opened the door. The bathroom was empty. There was a second door on the other side of the room. It stood wide open. His phone vibrated. He read the message: "Seek and ye shall find."

Lance explored the palatial home. The billiards room was empty. So was the kitchen and living room. He ascended the double staircase in the vestibule. Lance opened the doors to various bedrooms. Nothing. He reached the end of the hallway. The pink door was locked. He heard soft music and laughter on the other side. Lance knocked politely. Nothing. He knocked harder. "Who is it?" called out a sing-song voice.

"C'mon, Luna," he pleaded. "You can't do this to me."

His phone vibrated. The message read: "45 minutes. Need to rearrange the sock drawer."

He heard more laughter. Lance pounded on the door. He tried the knob. It was locked. His patience grew thin. He had acted like a gentleman all evening. Apparently, it did not do him much good. So when he felt Samson seething inside of him again, Lance did not try to restrain the lust-crazed manbeast.

The badass barbarian flexed his guns and growled. He took the doorknob in his iron grip and ripped the door right off its hinges. A stunned silence met his entrance. The girls hadn't expected him to break in like that. Lance hadn't either. He stood dazed in the doorway. Samson came and went in a flash again.

The teen surveyed Raven's spacious bedroom. The Goth favored purple and black décor. Black lights lit up the room like a dance club. A four-poster bed occupied the center of the room. Lance only could make out their lithe silhouettes behind the curtains of the massive canopied affair. Luna's head finally peeked out with a smile. She parted open the drapes to reveal a luxurious interior tricked out in high feminine style: shammed pillows, layers of floral quilts, and satin sheets in the darkest shade of violet.

And then there were his lovers-to-be. The vixens wore matching lace brassieres of a design that revealed more than concealed their voluptuous flesh.

Lance moved the foot of the bed. The girls met his leering gaze with flirtatious smiles. They did not seem unhappy to see him. Not at all. Without a word, Lance tossed his jacket to the floor. He yanked off his bow tie and undid the top button. His dress shirt was soaked in sweat. The garment had not been designed for his physique and he had trouble undoing the tiny buttons. Finally, he simply grabbed the collar and tore the garment asunder. Gold buttons plinked upon the hardwood floor. The teen stud shucked off his ruined tuxedo shirt. His V-shaped torso puffed out with each labored breath. His pecs twitched with excitement. His nipples grew hard in the cool air. Lance wasn't a Greek god. He was Dionysus with the phallus of Priapus.

Lance tried to take a step forward and suddenly felt something rip between his legs. He sensed his slacks might give out at any moment. Thankfully, the material proved durable enough to withstand the prom. The inseam slowed the progress of his erection for a moment before it sprang upward, smacked his abs, and angled downward until the pillar of glory jutted forward at about a 15-degree angle from the floor. The organ pulsed and quivered with a feverish intensity.

"That was awesome," cracked Raven. "So Incredible Hulk-y."

"More like the Incredible Hunk!" snickered Luna. "Look at that monster."

Lance didn't laugh along with the girls. The tuxedo was a rental. Nicole would be pissed.

"Hello, handsome," Luna said finally. "Would you like to join us?"

The teen stud needed a minute to process the situation. Lance knew he had not led an ordinary sex life up to now. The young blade got laid with a staggering number and variety of women. Yet all of his exploits still fell within the bounds of plausibility. He just got lucky... a lot. But tonight felt special.

The bodybuilding Adonis advanced to the foot of the bed and crawled into the canopied interior of the four-poster bed. The girls rolled away in opposite directions, letting him occupy the center of the mattress. They snuggled up to either side of him. Lance felt like the king of the world. Guided by instinct and intuition, the three of them embraced and exchanged passionate kisses. He let them take the lead, simply basking in the heated moment.

Lance inhaled a rich medley of fragrances: incense, pot, perfume, and pussy. Their mouths tasted of spearmint. Glossy lipstick smeared his face. His hands crept between their thighs. Their panties felt warm and moist. His finger dipped below the waistband of Luna's thong and gently tugged it downward. She raised her thighs off the mattress and let him roll them off her legs. Meanwhile, Raven unhooked her girlfriend's bra. Lance and Luna then disrobed Raven. She worked on her panties while Lance smoothly undid the snap that held up her bra.

The teenage Casanova admired his partners. The women made an excellent pairing. Raven possessed the elegant stature of a supermodel. Even naked in bed, the Goth goddess had not lost her natural poise. Luna felt earthier. She rocked a buxom body that any red-blooded male simply wanted to bang all night.

The girls began to make out with each other. Lance did not join the fray of tongues. He preferred to watch the live sex show for now. Their display of mutual desire unfolded slowly and steadily. Its eroticism made his dick throb but he dared not touch himself. A feather could have set off his hair-trigger weaponry.