I was a Teenage Sex God Ch. 09

Alice and Nova alternately screamed out in pleasure as Lance's tentacle-like tongue penetrated each of their tight, slippery holes. He lapped up their juices hungrily, pushing them closer and closer to orgasm. At the same time, his huge hands roved the tattooed expanse of their lithe torsos, caressing their pierced nipples and massaging their supple curves. Their flesh quivered like jelly beneath his palms, chests heaving with breathless gasps, until both of them seized up with a sharp spasm.

Alice and Nova let out a simultaneous cry, shouting in unison as they peaked, juices spilling out of their pussies and running down his hungry lips. His tongue and fingers frantically darted out of one hole and into the other, trying to keep both women at a fever pitch for as long as possible. Their tempestuous orgasm extended and then intensified to a blinding peak that caused the whole bed to shake. The alt-babes kept repeating his name, their beautiful cries echoing in his ears, until they collapsed in a limp tangle of limbs.

Lance finally lifted his head up from between both sets of thighs, his face absolutely dripping with girly cum. Alice and Nova both burst out laughing, their giddy giggles ringing through the air at his soggy expression.

"Hey, Aquaman," Alice teased as she nestled up against Nova and ran her finger through his soggy hair. "I think you earned your participation trophy for the night."

Lance just grinned, his eyes twinkling with delight. "Oh, I'm not done yet," he said in a low, throaty voice and rolled onto his back. "So are you girls ready for the meat course?" their guest queried, his hand lazily massaging the length of his bulge, causing it to pulse like a python beneath the silk fabric of his boxers. Its obscene size presented an unspoken challenge, daring his lovers to try and take it on.

The teen Adonis lazily sprawled out on the bed, his rippling abs on full display, his smoldering gaze inviting them closer, every muscle in his body coiled in anticipation for their next move. Alice and Nova both felt their clits throb at the sight of his absolute and impossible hawtness.

Most alt-dudes were beanpoles with dyed hair whereas Leo was something else entirely -- a unique blend of superhero, porn star, and heavy metal frontman.

The women crawled between his legs, their hot breath tickling his flesh as they kissed and stroked his bulge. Lance felt his love muscle lurching upward, straining against the silk of his boxers as their hands wrapped around its shaft delicately, using just enough pressure to keep it from falling out of their grasp.

For a moment, they were stunned by the sheer size of it. Lance's cock was easily as long as their forearm and was so hard that they could feel its veins pulsing beneath their fingertips. Nova and Alice looked at each other with awe before locking eyes with him, each of them using a hand to stroke his shaft together from base to tip.

Lance closed his eyes in bliss as he felt the sensation of their fingers dancing up and down his length. The double-teaming technique sent pleasure coursing through him, electric shocks cascading through every nerve ending in his body, as Nova's hand gripped the base while Alice's caressed up and down his length.

"Holy fuck," Nova blurted out. "He's got an actual two-hander!"

"Nope, hon," Alice giggled as she started stroking his length with both hands. "He's got a three-hander."

Now, three hands were working together to jack him off, each of them compounding his pleasure until his whole body writhed on the bed. "Okay," Lance growled in a strained voice. "I think I'm ready."

With that, the girls began to tug at his waistband in order to withdraw his massive tool. However, even with both of them working together, they struggled to pull it out. Lance literally had grown too big for his boxers! His knob had gotten caught in the leg band at an odd angle that made it impossible to free.

The teen stud couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he watched their valiant efforts to release his fuck club from its silken confinement. Finally, he reached down, grabbed the waistband of his boxers, and yanked them down hard. An instant later, his mighty ten-and-a-half inch erection sprang upward, the wrist-thick shaft throbbing sensually, eager for the touch of a woman.

Licking their lips with lewd intent, Nova and Alice pounced on his crotch and began to stroke his schlong again. Up close, he seemed even bigger than they expected. Alice used both hands to fully encircle the base of his prick and jack it off. At the same time, Nova leaned forward, her wet lips wrapping around his cockhead, and greedily suckling it like a fist-sized chunk of hard candy.

The combined sensation of soft hands and wet mouths drove Lance wild with delight. He moaned and rocked his hips as the alt-babes pleasured him, feverishly fixating on their foxylicious forms. As of late, the lust-crazed Lothario found himself growing increasingly drawn to goth and emo females. Their tats, piercings, and trashy couture personified his worship of turbo-charged rock'n'roll rebellion.

What's more, Lance realized that many alt-chicks were into each other just as much as they were into him. He'd heard tales of wild three-ways with these kinds of girls, tawdry trysts in dark corners of bars, late-night adventures at underground loft parties, tight tatted bodies writhing against each other in the throes of pure sensual ecstasy. Fact or fiction, Lance definitely planned to find out if those rumors were true!

After what seemed like hours of having his big dick expertly licked, sucked, and caressed by these two bi-vixens, Lance knew the time had come to fuck. He rolled onto his back, allowing Alice to take hold of his shaft and steady its python-like length for her girlfriend. Nova took her place on top of him, his tip pushing against her slick slit as she bore down on him. The goth babe's eyes bugged out in pleasure as the tip of his prick wedged itself into the jaws of her snatch.

Nova slowly lowered her body, her mouth agape from the sheer size of Lance's dick. "This can't be real," she muttered breathlessly.

Lance let out a low growl as he felt Nova's vise-tight vaginal lips slide down the length of his shaft. "Keep going," he murmured. "I love how you feel, babe"

Nova continued her descent, encountering new sensations with each passing inch. "Oh, Lance," she moaned, her vaginal muscles trembling with anticipation. "Your dick is fucking amazing."

Eager to join in, Alice knelt behind Nova, grasped her waist and guided her girlfriend up and down Lance's pole. "Come on, baby," she purred in her ear. "Ride him like you mean it."

With Alice's encouragement, Nova began to move faster and faster, her hips rising in perfect synchrony with Lance's thrusts. The bed shook beneath them as all three of their bodies became one seething mass of writhing flesh.

Lance loved watching the intimacy between the girlfriends. Rather than competing for his attention, they were helping each other to reach climax. It was a beautiful sight: two gorgeous bi-femmes pleasuring each other with his cock bonding them physically and emotionally.

The teenage rakehell smiled at Nova and reached up to caress her face, his hips thrusting upward as she rode him. "Fuck, yeah," he growled, his voice raspy with desire. "You've got a perfect pussy, babe."

The first explosive orgasm raced through Nova when she reached the bottom third of Lance's enormous erection. The goth threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy as wave after wave of seismic pleasure rocked her to the core. "Oh, God!" she screamed, unable to contain the pleasure that coursing through her nervous system. "It's too much...it's too much!"

"Too much and never enough, babe," Lance crowed while pounding away inside of her. Alice, who had been eagerly nipping at Nova's neck the whole time, locked gazes with him and mouthed two words: "Holy shit!" She clearly had never seen her girlfriend come this hard before.

Naturally, Alice's undisguised awe at his virtuoso performance only emboldened the champion cocksman. He pulled Nova down onto him harder and faster, bucking against her with the fury of a sex-crazed barbarian warlord. FUCK, YEAH! It was happening! It was definitely happening! The stoner could feel SAMSON growing in his heart and his loins, that primal masculine force which made the stoner feel like he could bang a hundred women at the same time. Letting Samson take over his body was the ultimate high, especially during these moments of carnal abandon.

"Come on my big dick, babe!" a stentorian voice exploded from his larynx. Nova gasped for air as the second orgasm hit even harder than the first. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her shuddering frame until she slumped in exhaustion against Alice who held her upright. Finally, she helped her semi-conscious girlfriend decouple from Lance and lie back on the mattress.

As Alice arranged her friend's limp body on the bed, Lance rushed to the kitchenette and to get a bottle of water. He quickly unscrewed the cap and brought it to Nova's lips. "Here, babe," he whispered. "Take a swig of this."

Nova opened her eyes and smiled lazily at him as she accepted the bottle. The alt-babe took a few small sips before running out of energy and handing it back. Alice smiled reassuringly at her and brushed a few strands of hair away from her sweaty face. "It's okay," she said softly. "Take your time."

Although exhausted, Nova managed to laugh weakly at the situation. "I guess I overdid it, huh?" she asked, a little embarrassed at having passed out during sex.

"It ain't you, babe," chuckled Lance. "I overdid it." Or, to be precise, Samson overdid it. The barbarian sex god fucked this waifish alt-babe to an inch of her life!

Alice stared in awe at Lance. He had just made her girlfriend come so hard that she blacked out, and yet his massive prick remained hard as a rock, its veins pulsating with each beat of his heart.

"What are you looking at?" Lance smiled, knowing exactly what she was looking at.

"I'll give you two clues," Alice whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "It's ten inches long and thick as my wrist."

Lance couldn't help but laugh at her bold answer. He turned to her and she planted a soft kiss on his lips, her eyes closed as she savored the electric contact. At the same time, Alice started stroking Lance's erection. She still could not wrap her head around its size. And she couldn't wrap her hand around it either! The goth babe soon opted to use both palms to pleasure his python.

"Well, I guess you don't have to worry about not getting a woman's rocks off," she told him with sly smile. "Not with that two-hander."

"Nope," he answered with a smug grin. "In fact, some would call me 'party size'."

"Party size, huh?" giggled Alice, floored yet again by his cocky attitude. "So, tell me loverboy, do you go about getting all these threesomes? Do you just ask around or what?"

"Well, there's not much asking when the ladies approach me before I get to them," he told her truthfully. "You can attest to that."

As Lance spoke, he suited himself up in a Magnum XL condom, laid Alice on her back, and positioned himself between her legs. She eagerly complied, preparing to be taken on the joyride of a lifetime...

THE NEXT DAY

Lance's Harley into the high school parking lot at about 11am in the morning. That was pretty early for the delinquent. Alice and Nova had to get to art school by 10am so he only had time to shoot one more load into each of their pussies that morning. Naturally, the sexual triathlete couldn't wait to see them again and continue the party. Even before getting to school, he already started sexting with both girls in a group text.

Even though Mondays always sucked, Lance's worst day at 18 was better than his best day at 17. The moment he strut into the school, a hush rippled through the hallways. Even the hottest seniors gawked at the mesomorphic Adonis.

Besides his unbearably sexy looks, the football champion did not conform to the jock stereotype. Lance was a badass stoner on a motorbike who gave zero fucks.

After his triumph on the gridiron on Friday, every senior babe officially wanted a piece of him. The graffiti inside the stalls of the women's bathroom said it all:

"Lance Leo is hung like a horse."

"On a scale of one to ten, Lance is a 10.5!"

"Who needs a vibrator when you've got Lance Leo?"

"For a good time, call xxx-xxx-xxxx."

Lance's phone number only remained on the wall for a couple days before the janitors removed it but he must have a gotten a half-dozen unsolicited booty calls last week and expected just as many this week.

"Yep, it's good to be me," he thought as the literal cock-of-the-walk headed around the corner towards his locker.

And, of course, that's when everything turned to shit...

His locker stood wide open. One cop searched it. The second took photographs of its contents and logged evidence. A third guy in a suit -- probably a detective -- walked up to him and flashed his badge: "Mr. Leo, we have a warrant for your arrest," he informed him as if it wasn't obvious already.

TO BE CONTINUED...