The Hard Sciences Pt. 02

All parties portrayed and to be portrayed in this story arc are above 18.

*****

-There Has to be a Morning After-

I have to admit, I slept surprisingly well though I didn't think I was going to be able. My mind normally races at the thought of new objects of my fascination, unable to let them go until I've had the chance to thoroughly research and go over them. Yesterday had been huge for me, two girls in one day with implications grander than I could possibly imagine, and yet, there I had slept, as gentle as a newborn baby. Maybe I had just needed to get laid all along. The post sex chemical release your brain gives you includes norepinephrine, serotonin, oxytocin, vasopressin, nitric oxide, and the hormone prolactin... all of which are great for getting a little extra rest in. But I was up now, and my brain was back in action, deciding on who I should run my hypothesis on next. I threw on my favorite, though recently somewhat cliched, dark grey t-shirt of a caffeine molecule, some jeans, and my black and white sneakers, grabbing my bag and heading downstairs where my mom was half expecting me in the kitchen.

"Morning, Byron baby." she said to me, her voice still somewhat tired, as she worked far too much.

"Morning, mom. How was work last night?" I said, grabbing a couple of waffles and throwing them in the toaster.

"Not bad, not bad... but I got an email I need to talk to you about." she said, her sigh exasperated, "You got a detention for fighting?"

Of course I should have expected this. To be portrayed as some sort of monster for simply trying to protect myself. Modern school policy was written by cowards and fools.

"Mom, it wasn't like that, I swear. It's just... I was..." I started, but slowed myself down, the story quickly coming back into my head and all the moments that followed.

"Those boys picking on you again?" she said, something she must have said to me more times than I can count at this point.

"Yeah, but, it's okay, I think I made my point this time." I said, not wanting to explain how much that particular "point" had sucked my dick, "I won't let it happen again."

"I hope you don't... I can't keep worrying about you being out there like that, By." she said, clearly tired of always having to think of me as weak and predated upon.

"I know mom, I'm sorry to have worried you... sincerely." I said, and those words were deep and true, because I was done being the victim anymore, it was time to strike back.

I smothered my waffles in butter, peanut butter, and grape jelly. Unhealthy, yeah. But I was also starving, I hadn't expelled that much energy in quite some time. Not since my more carefree days running around the playground, and before I ended up being run OFF the playground. My bus ride to school was one of quiet observation, reviewing the girls on the bus for who might be a viable candidate to test my "mojo" on. I hadn't come up with a proper project name for it yet, so for now, I was calling it the "Powers" theory, after the most absurdly proficient, yet surprisingly uncouth ladies man out there... Austin Powers. There were a few prospects who I made mental note of, typing their names into my phone's notepad, but otherwise not ogling or staring. I didn't want to come off as completely creepy either on the chance that I might have been wrong about everything. I was also not going to make any sort of move until I knew what the potential repercussions were from sleeping with Trish last night. Donnie might have found out, and all the hypothesis in the world wouldn't matter if I was dead.

"Morning, Mr. Blake." the assistant principal Mr. Pugg said as I came through the front doors, "No more trouble today, okay?"

No promises.

"I promise." I said, giving him a smile.

He knew me as an honor student, a science fair winner and a bit of a sheepish loser, and yet, while he also knew I was always being picked on, somehow he felt I was some sort of problem child. Again, I can't stress enough how much I hate school policy, and as an enforcer of it HIM, by extension. I went to my locker, though I didn't need to, fishing around and waiting for the inevitable interaction. He lumbered in, as always, a dopey look on his face, his bag hanging over one shoulder. Donnie Dane, the bane of my existence, and now... my cuckolded little bitch. I couldn't help but turn and look as he stepped up to his own locker, something which didn't take him long to notice.

"What, you didn't learn your lesson yesterday? Look somewhere else." he said, his face smug and arrogant.

Boy, I wish I could have wiped that look right off his face... if only he knew. Then came Trisha, who he turned to and gave a kiss on the lips, another morning ritual... again, if only he knew. Donnie went back to digging through the trash heap that was his locker, while Trish turned and looked directly at me, not speaking, just smiling in a sultry sort of way and waving with a wiggle of her fingers. Good, last night HAD INDEED happened, and I wasn't just crazy. I gave her a wink and a small blown kiss, and watched as she practically melted, biting her lower lip as she smiled at me. The whole transaction ended in a matter of seconds, Donnie turning and throwing an arm over her shoulder, the two heading off to their first class together. My dick was getting hard all over again just looking at her, so I caught a few deep breaths and started on my way, thankful that I had gotten away with everything... for now. It was time to move on to the next phase of my plan.

-Saved by the Bell-

You might be shocked at how hard it is to consider who you might try and seduce when presented with so many options. I'm talking dozens of tight toned teens, perfectly pale pallors, and big beautiful breasts... hell, I'd settle for small ones too. I wasn't picky. I considered Linh Lee, the honor student and track star... she was a beautiful blend of Vietnamese and American, who's legs also drove me wild... she would be a good candidate. There was Meredith Hopper, the energetic budding director of the school drama production with her silky straight brown hair and supple breasts. There was also Jeannie Houseman, mousy but sexy with her big green expressive eyes and detached demeanor. I felt like a kid in a candy store, except well... candy you can eat in front of anyone. Getting one of them alone, or even willing to give me the time of day... that was a different story. I wanted to fuck all three of them, and as many other girls as I could, but I would have to wait until the time was right.

"Hey Jeannie, I..." I started, as she walked past my desk, but she didn't even look at me.

Maybe I was wrong about all of this.

"Good morning, class." Ms. Pinchin said, closing the hall door and stepping in, her attire slightly different today.

She was still nearly the same, but her sandals were now more like flip flops, which I fucking loved. I can't help what I like, and I like women's feet. That aside, she was wearing a little makeup today, just some eye liner, but it gave her a sexy edge. She was also wearing painters overalls, which aren't very sexy, but the tight black t-shirt she had on WAS. I know I wasn't the only one to notice. She proctored class as always, leaning in and talking quietly to different students as they worked on their art projects, giving them constructive criticisms or compliments, finally approaching me as I sketched a poorly drawn bowl of fruit (art is not my strong suit).

"And what are we working on?" she said, leaning in next to me like she had to so many others, but quietly whispering in my ear, "I haven't stopped thinking about yesterday... it was SO fucking good."

I practically jumped in my seat, her hot breath sending tingles throughout my entire body.

"You're going to have to promise to let me suck that BIG... FAT... DICK of yours next time..." she continued quietly, her tongue practically in my ear now, my whole body on edge and starting to squirm, "Or... you could just put it in my wet little pussy..." she finished, this time lightly nibbling my ear lobe.

I lost all control at this point, pushing away from my desk and standing, my jeans only barely containing my erection, which I covered with my hands as best I could and stammered the first thing that came to mind.

"Can, can I go to the bathroom..!?" I said urgently, my body rigid and now incredibly pent up.

"Of course, Byron." she said nonchalantly, as if she hadn't just asked me to fuck her.

I felt the urge creeping up again, and it was coming on hard. I needed to masturbate, or at least, ejaculate. It's like my body just couldn't handle the semen inside me as it reached a boiling point. I rushed out, a few chuckles following me as I did, the usual suspects laughing at my awkwardness as always, still calling me "Baby Byron" as I had once had my pants sprayed with water to make it look like I wet myself. That was freshman year, day one. What a fucking fiasco. I knew I couldn't use the bathroom nearby, as it was frequented this time of day... the math hating students nearby often using it as a refuge away from personal development. So, instead I decided to cut down the further stairwell and use the boys room by the gym, which should be empty right now. As it turns out, the stairwell wasn't empty. Sitting together at the bottom steps and sharing a forbidden cigarette, were Nikki and Danielle, the inseparable duo of troublemakers who were reported to deal in a few pills and their ability to score liquor for parties. They turned to look up at me with a sort of annoyance as I came down.

"Hey, what's the rush?" Nikki said, blowing out a puff of smoke, clearly intending to rib me for whatever that might be.

"What'd you piss yourself?" Danielle added in with a laugh, noting my hands covering my crotch.

"No, it's not... can you just... can you move..?" I said, a small grimace on my face.

"Oh ho ho... or what?" Danielle tossed back, her look smug and defiant.

I was about to answer when it all took over again, that same detached feeling of flat, emotionless power. I could feel my face turning from nervous and overwhelmed to a more stern look of annoyance.

"Or you can handle this yourself." I said, my eyes on hers, turning slowly to take in Nikki as well.

Nikki was only about 5'3, with dark brown hair and eyes, her complexion slightly pink, her nails painted a deep blue. She was wearing a ratty looking black t-shirt and ripped jeans, her sneaker clad feet turned slightly inwards, a cigarette hanging from between her fingers. Danielle was much taller, almost 6ft tall, her thick but short hair bleached blonde, wearing a fuzzy looking tan hoodie and equally torn up jeans, a pair of chains hanging from belt loops on either side and draping back around her hips. For people who were supposed to not care about anything, they certainly put a lot of effort into looking a certain way every day.

"Handle what..? Is that some sort of threat?" Nikki chimed in now, her look one of confused annoyance.

"Handle this FAT fucking COCK." I said, stepping down a few more steps, both of them looking at me with a look of surprise.

Their eyes drifted down to the now exposed outline of my dick pressed hard through my jeans, both of them clearly taken back slightly by it, Nikki's eyes coming back up, while Danielle's stayed down.

"Oh, uh, sure... okay." Nikki said, glancing down again nervously, but looking back up, her eyes hungry and excited.

I didn't question it, I just decided to go all in, taking a couple more steps before taking a seat between them, deciding to let them do all the work this time... see how far it would go. Nikki scooted in closer, moving up a step and leaning in to kiss me, the smoke on her breath pretty obnoxious, but I wasn't going to turn her down. She reached down, starting to undo my pants, Danielle moving in between my legs and pulling down my zipper before reaching down inside and gasping as she fished my fat black dick up and out, Nikki pausing our impromptu make out session to also let out a gasp of surprise. I wasn't going to say a word. No more guidance, no more instigating, it was time to see what would happen. Nikki then reached in, her small white hand cupping and pulling my balls out, the two of them moving to settle in front of me on their knees, each of them shooting me a playfully seductive look before leaning in and going to town.

"Oh... fuckkkkkkkk..." I couldn't help but moan out, Danielle sucking and jerking my shaft in slow and sloppy slurps, Nikki leaning in and tonguing and sucking my balls, her hand helping Danielle up above.

I know I said there's nothing like the feeling of a girl sucking your dick while you're cumming, but having your dick sucked by more than one girl at the same time..? That's right up there. I sat back, looking up at the stair bottoms above me, listening to every slurp and moan coming out of their mouths, feeling as Nikki moved up, the two of them now working the head of my cock together as their tongues mingled, and I sighed in contentment. I reached down and put a firm black hand on each of their heads, feeling the soft spring of their hair, the movement as they bobbed and sucked, and I realized how quickly life had turned around for me. Don't get me wrong, I was on track for honor society, college scholarships and my pick of any number of prestigious universities... but I would have traded all of that a week ago for just this sort of thing. Except now, I got to have both.

"God, I'm so fucking wet right now..." Danielle said after a few minutes, taking a short pause, her soft pink lips slick with spit that trailed to my dark brown dick.

"Fucking same..." Nikki chimed in, both of them clearly letting me know what they wanted.

I sat up, my look one of casual disinterest, though I was definitely down. I looked back and forth to their eager faces and picked Nikki.

"Pants down, bend over." I said, standing up, watching as Danielle put on a dejected pout, Nikki standing up immediately and turning around undoing her jeans and starting to lower them.

I couldn't wait, and I wasn't going to. She had barely gotten them around her thighs when I grabbed her hips, pulling her back and shoving her torso forward, her bare ass and pussy now firmly mine to enjoy. I squared myself up, pressing the spit slick head of my cock directly into the soft folds of her very accurately described wet pussy, and pushed in hard. Much like Trish, her body wasn't ready for a man like me, and she cried out slightly in pain, Danielle circling around to help ease her struggle, kneeling down to face level with her, before the both of them started kissing. I heard her moan out in pain again as it finally sunk all the way in, her pussy firm and tight around my dick. Once again, not a condom in sight and no one seemed to care, least of all me. I started in with firm deep strokes, making sure to drive it hard, the wet sound of our flesh colliding, my balls slapping against her thighs. The pair had to part mouths, as the impact was too much, both in terms of driving her face forward and her inability to keep from letting out hushed moans of pleasure. I decided I couldn't simply let Danielle go to waste, so I snapped my fingers to get her attention, and simply said:

"Tits, now."

What more did I need to say? She peeled her hoodie off, her shirt coming with it, and undid her bra. Her pale breasts showing the outline from where it had been snugly holding her all in. I reached out, my black fingers pinching her thick pink nipple giving it a nice squeeze and a tug, watching as she embraced the pleasure and pain. I hooked her around the waste and pulled her in, wrapping my lips around it next, sucking hungrily as I fucked her best friend into oblivion.

"Please... please... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum..." Nikki moaned, her body still bouncing hard against mine.

"So? Do it." I said, letting Danielle's nipple free for a moment, planning to work the other one next.

"Will you... are you going to cum in me?" she managed quickly.

She didn't have to "sort of" ask me twice, I simply felt a smug look wash across my face, and I gently moved Danielle away, instead, putting a hand on her shoulder and moving her down to her knees, her face right next to her friends bouncing ass, her eyes locked on mine eagerly. Nikki clapped both hands over her mouth as she climaxed, her whole body shaking and bucking as she did, jets of hot sperm unloading directly into her completely raw and unprotected pussy. I was feeling generous, so between pulses, I managed to pull out, grabbing Danielle by the head and jamming my very sloppy dick directly into her open waiting mouth, cumming as I did. I practically plunged the load down her throat, shoving hard, pumping and thrashing. If she had any objections to tasting her friends pussy all over my cock, she certainly didn't have the opportunity to express them, instead, I just got moans of satisfaction.

"Holy fucking shit... how did you... that was fucking amazing." Nikki said, catching her breath, Danielle slowing down from a frenzy to a slow and appreciative suck.

"Damn right." I said, feeling particularly cocky.

That feeling turned into one of near panic as the bell rang, letting us all know that class had let out. Not only had I just skipped the rest of art, but I was standing here with two girls, one leaking my seed, the other swallowing the rest. Now, as epic as it might sound to be caught in such a position, I wasn't about to give up the game, so I quickly pulled out of Danielle's mouth, and tucked myself away, buttoning, zipping, and turning to head back upstairs for my stuff.

"Wait, are you just... you're just leaving?" Nikki said, hiking her own pants up, the knowledge that my load was going to be trapped in there soaking into her panties making me want to fuck her all over again.

"Yup. Catch you two on the flip-side." I said, starting on my way up.

"Do you want to hang out later!?" Danielle called up after me, but I didn't respond.

I would definitely be seeing them both again, particularly as I hadn't gotten the chance to properly fuck Danielle, and I wanted to my body count to be so high I could brag about it.

-Fast Times-

I dashed as quick as my wheezy, under-muscled body would carry me, swinging back into Ms. Pinchin's art room to grab my bag, finding her sitting on her desk with my bag parked next to her, a devilish grin on her face.

"I knew you'd be back for this..." she said, lifting it and holding it out with one hand.

I moved to take it, and she pulled it away, giggling slightly.

"I hope you didn't run off because of me." she said, putting on a fake pout.

"Well, I, uh... sorta, I guess..." I said, my eyes looking down in what would have been shame had I not gotten a nice juicy eyeful of her bare feet only just barely covered by the thong of her sandals, my spine growing back, "But only because if I stayed, I would have ended up fucking you right here in front of everyone.

"Mmmm... tempting, but I guess you're right, that would have been a little hard to explain." she said, smiling, "Why don't you take this instead." she finished, taking a slip of paper out and jotting her cell phone number down on it, sticking it in the front pocket of my backpack before handing it back over to me, "Call me, we can meet up out in the real world sometime."

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" I said, taking a shot at guessing who it had been in her Meta picture.

"Fiance." she corrected, rolling her eyes, seemingly in annoyance, before turning them back to me, a coy smile breaking on her face, "But as far as you're concerned, I'm single... and willing."

"I'll keep that in mind, Ms. Pinchin." I said, throwing my bag over my shoulder and turning towards the door.

"Call me Cheri." she said, sliding off her desk as she watched me go, a small lump of disappointment welling up her in chest as I did... she had only taken one load, but was already hopelessly hooked.