I was a Teenage Sex God Ch. 07

Lance took deep and hard breaths, tempering his erection to the consistency of cold steel. The moment almost felt like the opening of a football championship. A challenge lay before him. He would need to prove his physical prowess with two demanding jezebels. Then the absurdity of that notion struck him. There were no opponents on this field. They were a team united by the common goal of pleasure. Come what may, he had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

"May I cut in?" murmured Lance to his lovers.

Luna and Raven broke their kiss. His face hovered so close he felt their hot breath on his cheeks. The three of them converged in a tangle of tongues. Their hands roamed his body. Raven's touch seemed tentative. Her fingertips glided across his arms and chest, tracing the sculpted contours of his ripped torso. Her explorations did not surprise him. A lot of girls liked to feel up his muscles. Most women never encountered a supersized physique like his. On the other hand, Luna's touch was more intimate. She jacked his erection with a practiced familiarity.

"So, here's the plan," she whispered into his ear. "You're going to fuck me and Raven is going to watch. If she likes what she sees, you will do her next. Maybe."

Having laid down the gauntlet, Luna rolled on to her back. She spread her legs wide open in invitation. Raven moved away from her. The girls clearly agreed upon this game plan in advance. Lance was happy to oblige them. He crawled toward Luna and dipped his head between her thighs. He worked from the outer edges, nibbling on her inner-thighs and the goose-bumped flesh that surrounded her brimming slit. His flickering tongue teased her perineum, the sensitive area between her anus and vagina. Then, just for kicks, he licked her asshole.

Lance had no problem with getting down and dirty under the hood. He ventured places the typical high school jock refused to go. Many of his teammates wouldn't touch their girlfriends this way. So the teen stud had to do it for them. While most guys attributed Lance's enviable love life to his ten-and-a-half inch cock, his success lay just as much in his unflagging dedication to oral pleasure. He loved to make a girl come with his mouth. And with his newly augmented tongue, he could do things to a woman that she never dreamt about.

Lance advanced slowly to her vulva, licking it gently but firmly. He planted a wet kiss on her labia majora. Luna arched her back with anticipation. She knew what was coming next. His tongue burrowed inside her folds, the tip delving deep into her love canal. The long ribbon of muscle began to undulate as his lips hummed against her slit. Though Luna never measured it, the playboy had the tongue of a gila monster. Fully extended, it hung several inches below his chin. As much as Raven delighted her, the oral organ reached places even the lewdest lesbian could not touch. He ate pussy better than any man or woman that she had ever known.

The teen Lothario took his time. He knew their encounter would be an all-nighter. Though impulsive and impatient by nature, Lance enjoyed the slow and torrid pace of their lovemaking. He slowly built Luna up to her crescendo with perfectly timed flicks and twists of his tongue. Every girl had her own unique hot spots and pleasure points but Lance knew her vagina fairly well from previous encounters. The virtuoso played her body like Hendrix on a guitar, squeezing sounds out of her voice box that Raven never heard a woman make before.

Luna grabbed her girlfriend by the hand. Their gazes met. Luna had a pleading look in her eyes, a look of guilt.

The vixen had raved to Raven about Lance's incredible cocksmanship. But she didn't tell her about Lance's cunnilingual gifts. His dick was just one thing. The bi-femme needed something from a man that Raven could not provide herself. But oral was different. It put him in direct competition with her girlfriend. And Luna could not help but become vocal as the lizard-tongued rogue gave her the best head of her life.

Luna searched Raven's expression for her feelings as his tongue speared into her depths, deeper than the dicks of most guys that slept with her. At last, Luna's girlfriend smiled back. She approved. Luna opened her thighs a bit wider and let him bury his tongue to the root inside her twat. She held Raven's hand in a white-knuckled death grip. Seconds later, a monster orgasm rolled like thunder through every inch of her body. Her muscles clenched. Her eyes rolled into their sockets. The tiny hairs on her legs stood up on end.

Luna remained silent for a long time. Lance knew it to be the sign of an authentic female orgasm. She was too stunned to speak. Finally, his lover came up for air. Her breath was rapid. It slowed after a minute. A tear of bliss ran down her cheek.

"I'll have whatever she is having," joked Raven. Luna laughed weakly.

"Could you get me a pillow, Raven?" asked Lance. She handed him one. Lance placed it underneath Luna's rump. The cushioned platform raised up her vulva by a couple inches, giving Lance a much better angle to access his lover. While other dudes already would be moving on to intercourse, the superstud was preparing himself for a very long meal. But Lance did not plan on dining alone. He motioned for Raven.

"Hey, babe," he whispered in her ear. "Would you mind sucking your girlfriend's clit while I eat her out?"

The two of them exchanged conspiratorial glances. Luna pricked up her ears but didn't hear their plan. However, she soon grasped its intent. Lance and Raven double-teamed her twat with a vengeance. Their tongues roamed anywhere and everywhere. The 1001 erotic nerves that peppered her pussy fired off a battery of signals to her brain. It redefined sensory overload. Luna grabbed a fistful of bed sheeting in either hand. Her pussy was about to have a meltdown.

Raven met Lance's gaze with a smile. She dug his style. Lance knew how to treat a lady. He suddenly withdrew his tongue from her girlfriend and closed in for a kiss. The Goth babe's jaw relaxed. She let her guard down more than their previous kisses. While her orientation leaned strongly toward other women, a tiny share of her desire had been set aside for Mr. Right. Or, perhaps, as Luna put it, "Mr. Big." Lance fit that bill to a tee. He had found her loophole and it was big enough to slide in his ten-and-a-half inch cock.

Their tongues darted around Luna's clit. They mashed their lips together. Raven hummed loudly. Lance did the same. Their vibrating lips caused her pulsing nugget of lust to peek out of its hood. The two of them broke their kiss and smiled at the sight of her twitching clit. They both knew she was on the brink.

"That's a pretty sexy tongue you got," whispered Raven into his ear as she nibbled upon the lobe. "Can you reach her G-spot?"

Lance smiled in the affirmative.

"Do her Gråfenberg," the jezebel told him. "I'm going to love up her clit."

"I love teamwork," he grinned.

As Raven began to lick her girlfriend's clit, Lance plunged his tongue deep into her pussy. His tongue stroked the anterior wall of her vagina. He controlled its movements with gynecological precision. Lance probed her carefully and studied the reactions of his lover. The tip of his tongue ran over a ridge and her back popped into an arch. Bingo. He had found her G-spot.

Lance grasped her thighs in his iron hands. He expected Luna would experience a great deal of orgasmic turbulence in the next few minutes. Lance flickered his tongue against her hot spot gently at first. As her moans grew in volume, he applied more pressure. Meanwhile, Raven tongued her clit with slow but firm strokes. It only took a minute before the twin-tongued assault pushed their lover over the edge. Her thighs convulsed. Her vaginal walls contracted. And, without any warning, she squirted like crazy. Luna doused his face in a geyser of pussy juice.

Unfazed by her sudden outburst, Lance doubled down. He buried his face deeper into her crotch and kept teasing her hot spot. Luna did it again. She coated his entire neck and face in fuck syrup. Lance kept going. He tripled down. His tongue explored the deepest recesses of her cunt. He felt her thighs clench. That meant he just nailed her A-spot. Luna cried out. Raven kept tonguing her clit. Another massive orgasm rattled Luna's body. They were on a roll!

THIRTY MINUTES LATER

Raven handed him a towel from the bathroom. Lance wiped off her girlfriend's ejaculate off his face. He lost count around seven climaxes but Luna enjoyed a pretty good run. Now he finally would get to have a little fun of his own. He knelt between her open legs. Luna remained in the same position as before. Her rump lay atop a shammed pillow, thighs spread wide in lewd invitation.

Raven sidled up behind him. Her hands glided down the muscle-bound landscape of his torso, past his sculpted eight-pack abs, and grasped the base of his tool. She pumped his huge manroot with both fists.

"Nice," she purred into his ear. "You're almost as big as our favorite dildo. Almost."

Lance cleared his throat.

"OK," Raven corrected herself. "Maybe a bit larger. Just a bit."

The Goth clung to his back like a second skin. She leaned her weight into his body, urging him forward. Lance took the hint. He grabbed Luna's ankles and began to sink his prong into her wet gash.

"Oh, my God!" she piped. "Go easy, hon. I think you grew since last time."

"Slam it in," countered her girlfriend. "She likes it rough."

Lance erred on the side of caution. He took his time with Luna. Since the inception of his second puberty, his tool was growing into a lethal weapon. Lance never once hurt a girl because he used his gift responsibly. The teen stud knew the line between pain and pleasure easily blurred with a guy like him.

"Not that slow," complained Luna. "Give it to me for real."

Lance slightly picked up the pace. He had slid about halfway inside Luna when she lost it.

"FUCK YEAH!" the size queen yelled without shame. "Pound me with that big dick!"

"You heard the lady," Raven told him, shoving his hips forward. "Do it!"

Taking her cue, Lance began to 'longcock' her with seven-inch strokes. He plunged himself into her body deep and hard.

"Fuck her, Lance," she barked. "Harder!"

Raven remained fastened to his V-shaped torso as he thrust into her girlfriend. She teased and goaded Lance with flirtatious obscenities. Her dirty talk got him so hot that he nearly blew his wad. Lance dug their scene. Luna clearly was using his body to experience the vicarious thrill of fucking her girlfriend. What dude wouldn't want to be used as a strap-on dildo for these Sapphic foxes?

Lance had just enough wits left to angle his strokes toward her posterior fornix. Not a lot of guys could reach a woman's "deep spot." Even fewer knew how to pleasure it. But with his expert cocksmanship, Lance hit the target dead center. Luna's face went blank. Her legs began to quiver. The silence in the room became deafening. Suddenly, a torrent of filthy language exploded from her lips.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! POUND ME, YOU BIG-DICKED MANWHORE! CRAM IT IN!"

Lance hammered away at Luna's Deep Spot with his massive tool. With perfectly timed and angled thrusts, he sustained and intensified her climax, surfing her body to a stratospheric crest of bliss. The secret involved tuning himself into a babe's orgasmic wavelength. He knew what a lady wanted even before she did. And, with each new seduction, his intuition matured.

Luna grew quiet again. That meant she was coming hard. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on his big dick like a steel trap. Lance rode her through three more orgasms, each bigger than the last. When he scored a fourth time, her pussy ruptured with another wet blast of love nectar. Lance made chicks squirt all the time but Luna really hosed him down. His pecs and abs glistened under a fresh coat of girly cum.

Even Raven looked impressed. She never saw Luna get this hot.

"Don't try this at home, kids," he joked to her.

"Wow, I'm like so jealous now."

"You won't be after I do it to you next."

"We'll see about that."

Raven dipped her head between her girlfriend's thighs, positioning her tongue at the juncture of cock and cunt. Lance liked her plan. Raven would lick Luna's swollen clit while he fucked her. He felt the size queen's twat ripple with excitement as he fed her inch after inch of wrist-thick horsemeat. Luna moaned loudly from the sheer mass and volume of his unyielding column of flesh. Raven studied her reaction. It pleased her.

Luna had promised Raven to give up men. But she couldn't quit Lance. Luna didn't lie to her girlfriend about him. The couple was too tight for secrets. She told her about his cock and what it did to her. Raven wasn't jealous. She was curious. Bi-curious. Luna hatched a plan. Raven approved. They would take him on Prom Night.

Raven didn't know what to expect. Now she did. It got her hot. Lance was a stud. He would feed both of their starving pussies with thick and juicy manmeat. The Gothic vixen tried to imagine how he would feel thrusting inside of her, filling her completely, stretching her further than she thought possible.

Lance reversed directions. His thick shaft slowly emerged from her galpal's dripping twat. It seemed to go on forever. Raven lazily dragged her tongue across the length of his rigid cockflesh. He tasted like Luna but with a hint of male musk. Suddenly, her girlfriend tensed up again. Her clit was twitching like a rattler's tail. Raven captured that little bud between her lips and clamped down on it. She struck the jackpot. Luna cut loose a full-bodied moan, not simply of passion but wonderment. The vixen vocalized her astonishment at how incredible the two of them made her feel.

Luna's vaginal walls began a series of hard contractions. Lance was not unfamiliar with her response. A girl typically experienced between three and 12 spasms during orgasm. But Luna was still going strong after 15. And her contractions seemed to intensify after 20. She took long, deep breaths, trying to slow down her racing heart. The girl could not help herself. Luna loved Raven but she still needed meat. Lance satisfied that deep hunger. She felt a small tear of joy run down her cheek. It had been too long.

Then Lance lost it. After six hours of cockteasing, his balls held back a virtual reservoir of spunk. Of course, the anticipation of a threesome had been fortifying his libido for weeks, if not longer. While most of his male peers were fascinated by this illicit endeavor, Lance actively schemed to make it happen. He thought about possible scenarios day and night. And, at long last, the libertine's ambition had been fulfilled.

Luna felt his tool grow even harder than usual. It throbbed inside her body. Lance loudly inhaled and exhaled. His visage darkened with an almost animalistic expression. His breathing slowed to a crawl. His broad chest expanded ominously as he gulped a big lungful of air. Every muscle in his body was jacked. Raven impulsively jammed her forefinger up his ass. She popped him like a balloon.

"FUCK YEAH!" he boomed. Luna loved how his muscular pecs twitched when the bodybuilder was about to blow his load. His nipples grew hard like a woman's. Suddenly, he cut loose a triumphant roar of bliss. His outburst was deafening. Lance experienced much more intense climaxes than any guy she ever dated. Everybody loved sex but he seemed to enjoy it on an entirely different level. A lot of her friends called him promiscuous but she simply considered him passionate. With the lust of twenty men burning in his loins, the alpha stud simply carried out his biological imperative. The stallion-pricked Lothario was destined for a life of conquest and would leave a thousand satisfied lovers in the wake of his gargantuan desire.

"Oh, Lance!" she cried out with unvarnished ardor. "Come inside of me! Fill me up!" Luna was on the pill so he didn't need to wear a Magnum XL. Both of her hands flew behind the nape of his neck and pulled him down to kiss her. They crushed their lips together and embarked upon an epic tonguedown. Lance slammed his hips forward. Luna moaned into his mouth. Her legs locked around his back and pulled him in even deeper. Lance stuffed his blunt crown into her cul-de-sac, the hidden cove of bliss that lay below and beyond her cervix. She felt his tool lurch upward violently as a surge of spunk rocketed up his shaft.

Lance blasted her like a water cannon. His eruption immediately flooded her intimate delta, triggering yet another high voltage orgasm. Luna thrashed and writhed underneath him as he continued to pump torrents of seed into her womb. Her vaginal muscles spasmed uncontrollably in an effort to milk his monster to the last drop. A deep, savage growl passed his lips. His voice dropped to an extraordinarily low pitch when the manbeast climaxed. Lance's basso profundo resonated in the bedroom, more felt than heard.

The large canopied bed shook with the force of an earthquake as his hips violently slammed into Luna. Standing at six-and-a-half feet tall, the champion bodybuilder had transformed into an unstoppable force of nature. His peak waned and then returned with redoubled intensity as he took his mate like a mustang in heat. Raven marveled at his passion. Lance oozed an animal magnetism that turned her on like no other guy. Part of her attraction had an obvious explanation. The hunk had been blessed with the cock of a porn stud. But she also liked how he handled his powerful weaponry. Lance exhibited an unapologetic air of dominance and aggression. He wanted to wring every last bit of orgasmic pleasure out of her girlfriend's body and reduce the brassy vixen to a limp rag doll. Lance epitomized masculine strength but the teen stud did not rule by fear. He conquered through bliss.

Luna warned her of Lance's seductive talent. The teenage Casanova addicted his lovers to a standard of pleasure only he could provide. After giving them a taste of his love, they craved his big dick like a narcotic. With dozens of horny seniors at his beck and call, he treated the student body as a personal harem. No single man ever got so much pussy. Promising him a ménage a trois seemed like the only way to guarantee a date with the ladykiller to prom.

Raven wanted him. She had heard about 'lesbians with exceptions' but previously understood the concept in name only. But Luna was right. Bisexuality could be situational. With a guy like Lance, anything became possible. He brought a naturally erotic vibe into the bedroom. She heard threesomes could be awkward but their guest appeared completely at ease. In turn, his casual approach made her feel relaxed. Game on.

Lance was floating in bro heaven. Every lucky star had aligned that night. Two of the hottest seniors at Peoria Tech had propositioned him for a threesome. Nothing was forbidden and no strings were attached. The three of them had the run of a deluxe mansion with Jacuzzi, swimming pool, and even a wine cellar for an entire weekend. And while other teens were still fumbling their way through puberty, Lance had blossomed into a major league cocksman that nature destined for threesomes. His tool measured a panty-dropping ten-and-a-half inches, perfectly complementing the alpha stud's ultra-muscular physique. And along with accentuating these coveted attributes, his elevated testosterone levels blessed him with an inexhaustible libido to satisfy multiple partners.

And he was coming. Lance could experience a truly stellar magnitude of climax. It exploded like a big stick of dynamite between his legs. The orgasmic recoil of his weapon literally knocked him on his ass a few times. His exceptional muscle mass cushioned the blow but not entirely. The discharge would have knocked another man unconscious. On the other hand, the sensation exhilarated Lance. It was the ultimate high. Along with the onslaught of physical pleasure, his partners stroked his ego as much as his cock. Lance was discovering he no longer had to play by the rules. The monogamous boundaries that restrained other males did not apply to him. An uncharted world of sexual adventurism had just opened up to him and the rogue lover intended upon exploring and conquering it.