I was a Teenage Sex God Ch. 08

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bev waited a few seconds and exited the locker room. The teacher followed him through the gymnasium at a long enough distance that he didn't notice her. Marla was waiting for him in the parking lot. She was one of the girls that Bev kicked out of the weight room that day.

Without breaking stride, Lance walked up to the cheerleader, hooked his arm around her, and led his next conquest towards his motorcycle. The noise of the chopper drowned out their voices but their body language spoke volumes. Marla clung to him like a second skin as they sped out of the parking lot. Wherever they were heading, she was about to get the ride of her life.