A High School Harem

It was a goofy looking necklace sent to Jack from his cousin that just got married. It was shaped like a rose but slightly more oval than round, with a small dot at one side of the innermost fold. It was kind of a reddish-purple and Jack couldn't tell if it was stone or metal. It was very smooth and quite pretty when it caught the light just right.

The attached note told him it was a family heirloom and that tradition held that Jack was to wear it for a week after his eighteenth birthday without taking it off, not even to sleep or shower. Weird, but his cousin was always weird, as was most of the family. So Jack figured what the hell and put it on.

That night his dreams were filled with girls and boobs and boobs and girls. Especially the girls in his senior class at school. He woke up in the middle of the night to pee and swore his dick was at least two inches longer. He figured he was just tired, or half hard or something. He went back to bed for more sexy, sexy dreams. He woke up with morning wood that was defying his boxers. It wasn't a tentpole, it was too long and thick to fit in his boxers straight out. Instead it was down his left leg with the head and part of the shaft sticking out. He shifted it and the thing stuck up against his belly, pressing the elastic out from his waist. Jack made it to the bathroom and relieved himself, but his cock was still hard. Normal enough, but it had never been this big before. Jack decided to just jerk it off in the shower. It took three times as long and when he started to cum he just couldn't stop. For a bit there he was concerned he might clog the drain.

Eventually he made it to the bus. Girls kept glancing his way. It was weird. That part kept up all day. Whenever he turned his head Jack swore girls were quickly glancing away from him. Hot girls, popular girls, geek girls, cheerleaders, drama queens, girl jocks and even the artsy girls. It was a little disconcerting.

Jack's last period that day was study hall. As the student crew chief for the theatre department he had a key to the auditorium and permission to work on the set instead of going to study hall. Today he decided to take a nap on one of the couches in the prop room. He left the door open to the main stage area, and the lights off. He set an alarm on his phone and dozed off, consumed by sex dreams again.

Jack awoke to the sounds of moaning and a slick wet sound of slapping flesh. He looked at his phone. He had only been asleep for ten minutes. Quietly he moved to the door and looked around. The house lights were off, but the stage lights were on. There was a single girl on stage, facing the audience, her back to Jack. She was sitting in a chair with her legs up on the arms. It took Jack a moment to realize she was masturbating. The moaning got louder and the sound of wet, slapping flesh got faster, and suddenly the girl cried out, "Oh Jack, fuck me Jack, fuck me!"

Jack walked up from behind, squinting to make sure the auditorium was otherwise empty. Whoever this was she had to have one hell of an exhibitionist streak to set things up like this. Satisfied the place was empty he bent down and whispered in her ear, "I'm here."

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OOC:

Another harem fantasy. Looking for a female co-author to write multiple female roles, but one at a time unless you want to wrote more than one character in a scene.

Jack's necklace is magical. It makes him incredibly virile and irresistible to women. The girl in the chair can be anyone from a student to a teacher. I'm leaving that open to my co-author.

I like oral and vaginal sex, cum play and titty-fucks. Feel free to read my work to see if you're interested. If you are interested, PM me with your first post.

Thank you.

Nisha’s eye fluttered open as she looked up at Jack and smiled dumbly, almost as if she was drunk or under the effect of some narcotic but Jack wouldn’t have expected anything like that from the class president who, until recently, never even remembered his name right.

Then again, he wouldn’t have expected any of this either. Her white blouse was unfastened and a quick glance over the stage revealed several of the buttons which had spun away when the chocolate skinned girl had ripped it open in her eagerness. Her bra had been pushed up around her neck, leaving her perfectly curved 38D breasts hanging freely. Her skirt was pulled up around her waist and panties hanging from her ankle, leaving her trimmed pussy open and free as her fingers plunged deeply inside it. Juices were already flowing down out of her cunt, dripping from the chair onto the polished stage below to form a puddle which was spreading further with each lurching motion of the young woman’s body.

Without saying a word Nisha reached up with her free hand, finger wet with her essence and quickly hooked it around the back of Jack’s neck. With surprising strength she pulled his face down to hers, her mouth open and ready for him as she began kissing his with wanton need.

“Fuck me, Jack,” she kept mumbling between hungry kisses, “Make me your whore Jack.”

Nisha? Nisha. It was Nisha. Little miss 4.0 grade point average. Star of the theatre. Solo vocalist. President of the student council. Prim and proper Indian girl, her path to college and probably the White House, all planned out. And here she was, dishabille, aggressively masturbating for an imaginary crowd, and calling out his name.

Jack took a minute, enjoying the view. Her tits were jiggling as she vigorously worked her sex. Her magnificent, firm, brown breasts, with chocolate nipples. Her shirt was missing buttons; how did that happen? Damn, those thins looked delicious. He continued looking down over her body. Her skirt was flipped up, revealing what was normally a neatly trimmed bush, but right now it was a sloppy, wet mess from her masturbation. The scent of her sex filled the stage. Jack grinned. He couldn't wait to taste her. He wanted to plunge his newly enormous cock deep inside of her, and make the girl who had ignored him scream his name.

He didn't have a crush on Nisha. Whatever romantic feelings he had were crushed over the last three years of being ignored, or ordered about. She had gotten his name wrong every single time they had spoken. Every single time. It wasn't a difficult name, but somehow he was always, Jim, or Josh, or Joe, or Jay, or some other J name. And it wasn't like they didn't see each other all the time. They were in all the same classes. All the same classes.

Jack didn't have a crush on her, but he certainly lusted after the queen of the school. He'd masturbated to her more than once, imagined a dozen scenarios where he could fuck her hard and walk away. Ride her hard, and put her away wet, like a whore. Use her as nothing more than an object for his sexual release.

This particular scenario, with the stage lights on, and her masturbating, he'd never thought of before, but he wasn't going to let it go to waste.

Jack leaned down and whispered in her ear and Nisha reacted instantly. Her free hand reached up, grabbed jack by the back of his neck and pulled him in for a series of deep kisses. Her other hand was still rubbing her slit. He could smell her juices on her fingers, feel them on his neck. He kissed her back, exploring her mouth with his tongue. His right hand reached down, cupping her left breast, squeezing it, kneeding it, enjoying it's softness, it's firmness. His other hand braced himself on the back of her chair.

She begged him to fuck her, to make her his whore in between kisses. Jack was not going to disappoint her.

With his weight balanced against the chair, he lifted up on his toes and kicked off one shoe, then the other. He undid his belt and his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. He broke the kiss, releasing her tit, to push his boxers down to his ankles. Stepping out of them he walked in front of her.

Jack stood there for a moment, letting the stage lights present his silhouette to her. He wore a shirt, his socks, and stood at profile, so his enormous cock stood out, not at ninety degrees, but angled up, a long shaft with a wicked curve and a large bulbous head. He was in decent shape, like a runner or a swimmer, slim, and about six foot tall. The cock was disproportionately large for a man of his stature. His hair covered large, heavy ball sack hung underneath it.

He stood there for a moment, letting her take it all in. Then he moved in to her, standing between her spread open legs, he pushed her hand away from her slit and aimed his cockhead up to it. He rubbed it up and down her slit, getting the tip of the beast coated in her slick, girl cum.

"You are my whore, Nisha," Jack said, using one hand to rub his cock on her clit, the other reaching down and grabbing a nipple. He pulled it up, lifting her orb with it.

"My slut. My fuck toy. My cum dump. Mine and mine alone. Say it, slut. Say that you belong to me, or I won't fuck you."

He slid his cockhead down from her clit and into her innermost folds. He pushed against her hole, putting pressure on it, but not gong in. His hand that had been on his cock moved to her clit and squeezed it. His other hand still played with her nipples.

He was ready to fuck her, and she was ready to be fucked. He just wanted to hear the words.

"Beg for it, cum slut."

Moaning into Jack's mouth as she felt his fingers between her legs, Nisha breathed heavily. "I'm yours," came the words, formed from the panting gasps of air escaping from her throat, "I'm your slut, Jack. I belong to you. Now fuck me!"

Her legs suddenly moved up behind Jack, pressing against the back of his thighs to pull him closer to her. Her hands moved down at the same time, wrapping around his waist, fingernails biting into his buttocks as the prim and proper class president pulled the guy she barely knew inside her. Nisha let her head roll backwards as her mouth fell open, a deep sigh of satisfaction rolling from deep inside her as she felt his thick shaft entering into her. She lay back in the chair, her body melting under the warmth of the stage lights as she luxuriated in the sensation of being totally filled by him, her body shaking gently as waves of passion washed over her.

As the moment passed, the envy of every girl in the school and the object of many's desires began to work her hips between Jack's legs. Her feet dug into the back of his knees, forcing him forwards into her as her nails dug deeper into the firm flesh of his ass. Grinding against him with a slowly building pace, the slick wet noise of their union echoing over the stage, the beautiful desi girl began to moan in time with her motions, breasts lifting and falling as her breaths came hard and heavy.

"Ohh yess..." she panted, "Harder, Jack. Fuck your little slut harder..."

"I'm yours," Nisha panted, "I'm your slut, Jack. I belong to you. Now fuck me!"

Jack was teasing the Indian beauty with his cock, keeping her from coming by keeping his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Nisha wasn't putting up with that. Her legs lifted off the arm rests, her panties flying off her ankle into the audience, and wrapped around his waist, her hands grabbing his ass, pulling him forward and pushing his cock into her pussy.

Alright, if that's what she wanted...

Wait. Her head rolled back, her body shaking and...

Was she cumming? Fuck. He wasn't even all the way inside her. But it sure looked like she had cum. Her body shaking, muscles relaxing, and the sounds coming out of her weren't words. It wasn't a standard moan, more like an exhale of pleasure. She felt really good on his cock.

Was that it? Were they done? Clearly from the puddle of girl cum he was standing in, Nisha had cum before. Could she go some more? He hadn't cum yet, and fuck, did he need to. Should he ask her? Jack wasn't sure. He had some experience, but not a lot. Not as much as Nisha seemed to have. Should he ask? He should ask. He should definitely ask.

How the hell do you ask a question like that?

Nisha didn't give him a chance to find out. Her hips started to move and after a second her feet dropped from his waist to the back of his knees, and she grabbed his ass tighter, pulling him into her the rest of the way. Part of him was surprised he fit. Fuck, it felt good. She started to grind but started panting, begging him to fuck his little slut.

Jack laughed, a long, low growl. Like an animal.

He moved his hands from her body and put them on the arm rests, bracing himself. He moved one foot back, and the other forward. He pulled his hips back, maybe pulling three inches out of her. He held it out for a half second and then rammed back down into her, letting her feel the full length of his cock for a moment, then pulled back, farther, waited and slammed home. The next stroke he pulled all the way out of her until the crown of his cockhead crested her labia. Jack stopped, holding himself there, looking Nisha in the eyes.

"My slut."

Bam! He shoved his magically engorged cock all the way inside her, giving it all to her in one hard thrust.

After that he didn't slow down. Out fast, not quite letting the crown crest, then slamming it home, faster each time until he was working at a rhythm.

They weren't making love, they were fucking. He was pounding her hard, letting all the frustration out of her never remembering his name, never treating him with respect. Fuck this bitch. This was a revenge fuck. Nice and hard. Use her like the whore she was.

"Fuck meat," Jack said between grunts and thrusts.

"You're just my piece of fuck meat."

As the air was forced out of her body by Jack's first thrust Nisha let out a hard gurgling gasp, going limp in the chair from the shock of the sensation. She barely had time to recover herself before the next thrust drove even harder for her, knocking the air from her lungs a second time as she gasped and spluttered. The third time she was more prepared and managed to hold onto her breath, but it was a close thing, a low, needy moan slipping from between her lips as she clamped them down.

Looking up at Jack Nisha smiled with devilish desire as he used a foul word her parents had forbidden her from ever speaking to describe who she was to him now. She knew what she was to him now, and she loved being it for him. Her fingernails twisted to dig into his buttocks as punishment for being so wonderfully cruel to her, but as she heard him call her "fuck meat" her expression flickered to despair for a brief second before quickly flowing back to one of pure loving devotion as he confirmed that she was his fuck meat.

"Yesss," she growled, low and deep, her body rocking in the chair under him as Jack thrust his manhood deep into her again and again, causing her breasts to sway and buck as her drove into her. "Use me, use your fuck meat," she gasped with ragged breaths, her body pushing back against Jack as she flexed her muscles, tightening her cunt around him as her juices squelched out with loud coarseness he would never have expect to hear from such an uptight princess.

Under them the chair began to groan, its legs gouging deep furrows into the stage as their combined weight, and the force of Jack's fucking, scraped away layers of polish and splintered the wood. Neither of them cared though, and with her eyes drilling their way into Jack's Nisha opened her mouth and screamed in pure ecstasy as she reached her limit once more, exploding a shower of her juices over his belly as she did.

Jack kept fucking Nisha until she screamed, her juices blasting out from her pussy, around his cock, and splashing across his abdomen. She was cumming. Clearly, she was cumming. The very thing Jack had been concerned about moments ago no longer mattered to him. Then he had just been starting to have sex. Now he was in the thick of it. A moment ago she was a girl he wanted to fuck, maybe out of revenge, but also because she was beautiful and desirable and desperately wanted him. Now she was his, an object, a thing for his pleasure. Fuck meat.

He was using her. And he needed to get off.

So when Nisha squirted all over him, Jack didn't slow down, he kept thrusting. Hard. Driving her into the chair and scraping up the stage.

A few thrusts later, his cock balls deep inside her, Jack stopped.

"You are a slut, cumming all over me like that."

He took a second to get his balance, then slipped his hands off the arms of the chair and under her knees. Never breaking the connection of his thick man meat being inside her, Jack pulled her legs off his waist and pulled them up against his chest, her feet over his shoulders. His hands moved down to her hips and pulled her with him as he stood upright. Nisha's head and shoulders were now laying on the seat of the chair, her body angled up to meet Jack's at his waist.

"Now I'm really going to fuck you, you bossy bitch. You're going to cum on my cock, over and over again, like the cum slut you are. Isn't that right my tight, little cock sheath?"

Jack shifted his feet, getting his weight balanced forward. Holding her hips and ass Jack went to town, pounding her harder then before, the new angle opening up new places in her pussy that his cock hadn't reached before.

As he tossed her back, her nails scraping over his ass as he pulled away from her, treating her like as nothing more than a ragdoll, Nisha felt a wave of desire wash through her. She'd never liked it rough with anyone before, not even the captain of the senior football team she'd let fuck her in the locker room the year before, preferring to be the one in charge. Even the captain had had to lay back as she'd climbed on top of him, riding him like a bronco until she was satisfied. To be treated like a piece of meat like this was at once insulting and incredibly hot, especially with Jack's thick, throbbing cock buried deeply inside her.

Licking her lips with anticipation Nisha wiggled her hips teasingly, about the only thing she could do pinned in the chair as she was. "You really think so?" She asked in a playfully mocking tone, "You think you're good enough to..."

Whatever she was going to say was cut off entirely as Jack rammed himself balls deep into the class president's tight wet cunt. Her words breaking down into random gurgling sounds in her throat as the air was slammed out of her lungs once more. Unlike before Jack didn't even give the brown skinned beauty a chance to recover before he slammed into her again, his pace fast and hard enough to leave Nisha gasping breathlessly as she desperately sucked in every breath she could, only to have them forced back out as a loud, uncontrollable groan of passion with his next thrust.

She tried to reach up to grab at Jack, but with her legs held firmly in front of his chest there was no way for her hands to reach him. Unable to punish his rough treatment of her, and with her ample breasts swaying back and forth from his rough treatment of her grasping cunt the desi slut instead moved her hands up to grab her own breasts. Her fingers massaged the soft mounds, nails digging into them only adding to the pleasure she was feeling. With a playful moan she moved her fingers up over her sublimely curved chest, her eyes looking up into Jack's with mischievious intent as she twisted her nipples savagely, pulling at them as her brasts stretched up away from her chest.

"You really think so?" She asked in a playfully mocking tone, "You think you're good enough to..."

Their was a huge smile on Jack's face. Shutting up the bossy bitch put a smile on his face. Shutting her up with his cock was even better. Jack's smile got even bigger as a image of Nisha choking on his cock as he fucked her face came unbidden to his mind. Her pussy felt amazing, how would her mouth feel?

Jack pounded her harder, slamming down with excess force at the idea of fucking her throat. Those flush lips wrapped around his thick log of a shaft. Gagging and grunting, like she was now, but more.

He watched as she played with her tits, grabbing and groping them, roughly abusing her own breasts, trying to get off and putting on a naughty show. Fuck, maybe he should fuck those titties next. Pounding into them as they bounced, his cock surrounded by soft, warm titflesh. He wanted to see Nisha covered in his spunk, every inch of her body coated after he used him, thoroughly, for his pleasure.

Fuck, she was getting louder and louder. If anyone found them there would be hell to pay, but Jack didn't care right now. All he was thinking about was fucking his new whore. Pounding her tight little cunt until he came. Oooh! and where should he cum? All over her body? She hadn't seen his loads yet. He could fucking paint her with his seed. Her face? Plaster her and let the cum fall all over her tits and body. That was tempting.

Wait a minute. What did she say? He called her his slave and she didn't call him Master, or say yes, she had challenged him. Sure, she may have been joking, but what if she wasn't? Fuck that. He knew what to do.

Jack thrust into her three more times, slowing down with each thrust until the last one, which was epicly slow. He let Nisha feel every inch of his cock, every throbbing vein with her pussy. When the crown of his cock came to her pussy lips he slowed down, pulling out of her with a long, loud sloppy sound, rubbing the crown of his cock back and forth through her pussy entrance four or five times, letting her pussy open and close around it before pulling out to just the first centimeter of his cock being inside her. Just the tip of the tip.

He held that pose, holding her legs against his chest, on the verge of fucking her again, looking down at the desi slut and smiling.

"You know, maybe you're right," he said, after taking a deep breath, calming his mind. "Maybe I'm not good enough. Maybe I shouldn't make you my fuck meat, my sex slave, my cum dump."

He let go of her with his right hand and slapped her ass, hard enough to redden it.

"Or maybe," he growled, scowling, "maybe you should beg me for my cock, slut. You're such a bossy bitch, Nisha, but now I am the Master and you are the slut, slave. You're a cum hungry whore, who lives to pleasure me."

He moved his right hand between her legs and grabbed her clit, squeezing and pulling it.

"Beg me slut. Beg me for my cock. Loud. Nice and loud. Let everyone in the auditorium hear you shouting it, slut."

Jack gave her ass another hard slap and then grabbed her hip again, getting back into position. He pushed his cock another centimeter into her, starting to stretch her cunt again in anticipation.

"If you're a good little twat I will let you cum on Master's cock again. Fuck meat."

As he began pulling out of her Nisha pushed her body after him, trying to keep his giant prick buried inside her for as long as she could until he finally slipped out between her lips. She could feel the air blowing into the gaping hole between her legs, and the sensation caused her to shiver for a moment as she looked up at Jack as he held himself there, expecting any moment for him to slowly slide his way back into her velvet embrace.
Turning her head to one side, pouting her lips with disappointment, Nisha stared into Jack's eyes out of the corner of her own, trying to gauge how serious his implied threat was. Bucking her hips she tried to tempt him to plunge back into her as she took the moment to take several large breaths, finally able to get a good lungful of air inside without it being pounded back out. Her head felt a little light, and the dark skinned fuck toy wasn't sure if it was from the rush of pure oxygen her body had been craving for the last few minutes, or from the overwhelming surge of endorphins Jack had caused to be released inside her just by finally letting her experience the feel of his manhood inside her needy cunt.

She was quickly snapped out of her contemplations as her backside quivered under the sudden impact of Jack's hand across her buttock, and Nisha could feel the sting of his handprint on her sensitive, overstimulated skin as it darkened with a tell-tale bruise. Part of her was tempted to rise in defiance at being treated so basely, to spit in Jack's face and push him away, but that part of her was so small and quiet inside her mind compared to the overwhelming shrieks of joy at being his that she barely even registered the thought at all.
As his fingers closed around her clit Nisha squirmed and bucked, feeling his cock rubbing against her opening but never entering her. She could feel it twitching, and knew he was close to release, and the desire to feel his seed spilling inside her was almost too much to bear. He was right, every word he said was right. She was his property now, his slut, his slave, his cum hungry whore and everything she did should serve only to pleasure him.
"Please Master, please," the words exploded from her lips before she even realised she was saying them, and Nisha could hear them echoing around the auditorium with a sense of pride. "Please fuck me with your cock, please cum in me, please use your cum dump fuck whore!" As she spoke her body squirmed and writhed in the chair, pinned in place by Jack's weight and the pressure he exerted holding her legs against his muscular chest.

At first she thought her actions were finally working as she felt the cockhead spreading her wide once more, a trickle of her juices quickly flowing its way down between her buttocks to add to the growing puddle soaking into the scarred wooden stage beneath her. Then she realised it wasn't her actions at all, but instead Jack's reward to her, a gift to show how much he valued her honesty and desire.

"Put it in me please Master," she continued, her eyes looking up into Jack's with all the loving desire she felt for him, "Fill your cum dump fuck meat whore with your seed. Please Master, please. I need it Master. I need you inside me." It felt so good to say those words, and for some reason Nisha felt freed and loved as she lay there, trapped and helpless beneath this man she'd barely known not so long ago, but who now she'd devote her entire life to do anything to please.

"Fill your cum dump fuck meat whore with your seed. Please Master, please. I need it Master. I need you inside me."

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Jack had plunged into her before Nisha had finished speaking. He eased into it, getting his penis to pump into her in a gradual way. After a few plunges he started to go faster, faster and deeper. It didn't take long until he was back to the rhythm he had been at before, raging, breathing heavy, pounding her into the chair and scraping up the stage. A few more minutes of this and Jack was ready to cum.

He thrust into her, balls deep, his hands grabbing her tight and pulling her onto his cock, lifting her slightly off the chair. A second later his cock exploded inside her, his sperm blasting against her cervix. One, two, three big streams of cum. Something in the back of Jack's head went off, reminding that he wanted to cum on her. He fired off a fourth blast as he pulled out, released her with one hand to grab his cock with his hand. He fired off one, two blasts on her pussy and the underside of her skirt. He aimed a little hire, as best he could and fired off three streams on her tits, her bra and her face.

Jack was exhausted but he managed to lower Nisha down, gently, before he sat down on the stage, then lay down.

"Fuck," he said, exhaling. "That's some damn fine pussy you've got there fuck meat. We might have to do this again."

Jack took a few breaths, getting his air back then said, "When you're ready, get down here and lick your Master's cock clean. Someone went and got cum all over it."

At first Jack's gentle thrusts were teasingly slow, and Nisha pouted up at him with desperate need as she tried to push her hips up to meet them, eager to be penetrated deep and hard by her Master here where anyone could be watching them.

Soon his pace quickened, and Nisha heard the echoes of her voice ringing in her ears. "Fuck your slutwhore, Master. Use her cunt. Make her your cumdump fuckmeat..." She couldn't quite believe that those words were coming from her mouth, and at once was ashamed and proud to be calling them out loud enough to bounce from the far wall of the auditorium.

After a few minutes she felt her pussy tightening as Jack's prick throbbed between her cunt lips, and she knew he was almost at his peak. Bearing down, she squeezed him hard and was promptly rewarded by a hot stream of his semen as it shot deeply inside her. Throwing her head back she cried out in passion as her body shook, waves of pleasure washing through her as her hips bucked up against Jack's waist, pumping herself onto him as he filled her more and more.

When he pulled back, cock spraying his seed over her crotch to drip down between his buttocks, Nisha knew what to expect and quickly spread her legs as widely as she could for her Master. Reaching up she pushed her breasts together, lifting them as an offering for her Master as she opened her mouth wide, begging for him to bless her with his reward.

Her eyes rolled back with delight as she felt his loads splash over her chest and face, her tongue reaching out and licking as much as she could into her mouth before leaning forwards to suck more from off her breasts. Her tongue scooped the thick, creamy offering between her lips before swilling it around, letting the salty flavour become everything she knew for a few precious moments before finally swallowing the gift down her throat with a deep sigh of intense satisfaction.



Nisha's heart leapt with anticipation, and her mouth spread into an inane grin of pride. Her Master was pleased, and wanted to defile his pet more. Despite every achievement she'd worked hard and sacrificed for over the years, every contest won and every play performed, this was the greatest moment of them all.


Laying back, her Master's seed cooling over the full length of her body, and slowly trickling out from inside her gaping cunt, the dark-skinned beauty took a moment to bask in her pleasure. Finally she let herself flow out of the chair, her legs curling under her as she dropped down into the puddle of their combined juices, not caring how much of a mess she was making of herself as she lay down in the sticky mess.

Crawling over the floor, her arms outstretched for her Master's cock, Nisha slithered across to where he lay. Wasting no time her hands grabbed hold of him, one grasping the root of his cock as the other closed carefully and gently around his swollen balls. Bringing her mouth down, the school idol pushed his manmeat as far down her throat as she could as her tongue licked and lapped its way along the shaft, sucking up the combined flavour of his cum and her pussy juice with near orgasmic delight.

Nisha was into it. Her body was writhing, her pussy pulsating, her voice screaming, begging Jack to fuck her, to use her, to own her. Jack was up for the challenge.

Then he was marking her with his cum, marking her as his own as his jizz plastered her tits and face. That's when it happened. Watching his new slut gobble up his cum. She wasn't just eating it, she was feasting on it, total abandon. Fuck. That was a huge turn on. A cock-hardening turn on. Not something easy to pull off right after cumming.

He should have seen it coming. Nisha had grabbed her own tits, pushed them together and opened her mouth wide, begging for his seed with every action. But he wasn't really focused on her. He was focused on revenge sex on the bossy bitch who had never spared him the time of day.

As he lay on the stage, with his wanton fuck meat between his legs, he reconsidered his priorities. This was just a revenge fuck. He wasn't planning on getting attached. He still wasn't planning on getting attached, but considering how eager Nisha was, especially to eat his cum, well, maybe it was worth it to keep the bossy bitch around.

Jack sat up, propping himself on his elbows and watching as Nisha did her damnedest to choke herself on his half-hard cock. She was doing a fine job of getting rid of the 'half' in that description.

"You really love cum, don't you fuck meat?" As he ran his fingers through her hair, careful not to disturb her work, Jack wondered when exactly 'fuck meat' had become a term of endearment?

Well, maybe not endearment. A nickname?

Jack extended his left leg toward the audience, now sitting with his legs at a 90 degree angle. One hand on Nisha's head, encouraging her to keep 'cleaning' his cock, the other hand reached out for her ass and thigh, his torso leaning forward, then pulling her so she was perpendicular to his right leg and parallel to his left leg. This gave him very easy access to her breasts and pussy, while still allowing her to use her mouth and hands on his cock.

Jack gave her pubic mound a little swat, just above her pussy. "Spread your legs, cunt, I want your twat." He shook his head. Romance took all sorts of different forms.

He waited for her to comply. Looking her over he grinned. "You are one cummy, messy little slut, aren't you? I bet I can get you even cummy-er. Would you like that, fuck meat?"

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OOC: Love the pics!

As she felt Jack manhandling her body, shifting it around for his own benefit with no thought of her wishes, Nisha's only concern was that she had to pull back from his cock a little as her mouth twisted around on the shaft. Slipping it out of her throat along with a generous helping of her drool, she held the tip in her mouth, her tongue licking over every inch until her Master was done.

She leapt a little as his fingers swatted at her crotch, the sudden sharp sting sending confusion signals through her enflamed clit. Part of her wanted him to strike her again, just to feel his touch on her, but most of her wanted him to stop playing around and force his hand into her hot, dripping snatch and force her to orgasm for him again. Spreading her legs wide, the bratty bitch pushed her hips down and forwards, trying to rub herself against Jack's hand, but he'd already pulled too far away for her to do anything but give him a better view of her pussy as his seed dripped out and oozed its way down her thighs.

Leaning her head back, Nisha let the cockhead slip from her mouth with a clearly audible popping sound as she turned her gaze to look up at her Master with devoted love. "Your fuckmeat would love to feel more of your cum inside her," the desi beauty moaned, rubbing Jack's cock over the side of her face, smearing the mixture of her drool, her pussy juices and his cum across her cheek. "Anywhere inside her, Master."

With those last words Nisha's eyes locked meaningfully with Jack's as she licked her way down his long, thick shaft before sucking his balls into her mouth. Rubbing her tongue over them, Nisha carefully massaged the orbs with her lips, kissing them with gentle loving reverence as she awaited her Master's next desire.

Nisha's attention to his cock was preparing him to use it again. He wondered if she was enjoying the feeling of his dick coming to life in her mouth and throat. With her lavish attentions, he was definitely enjoying it.

He wasn't watching her work. Jack's gaze was focused on his Indian slut's pussy, watching his cum ooze out of it. He smiled, from the pleasure she was giving him, but also from an image that came to him unbidden: Nisha, legs spread wide, eagerly scooping his cum out of her puss and licking it off her fingers.

His attention snapped back to her work as he felt his cockhead being pulled out of her warm, wet throat and her lips sliding along his shaft until they got caught up on the cockhead's crown, coming free with a pop.

"Your fuckmeat would love to feel more of your cum inside her,"

He caressed her scalp with one hand, the other moving to her breasts, grabbing one of her large melons and starting to squeeze it, teasing, learning, getting a feel for her tits, as he felt and watched her rubbing his cock on her cheek. He could see the glisten from the stage lights off the mixed cum and saliva.

Fuck. She did love cum. He felt his cock throbbing in her hand, getting harder as she rubbed it against her cheek. Good.

"Anywhere inside her, Master."

"Anywhere, my fuck meat?" Jack asked. He paused, sharply inhaling. He was surprised when she took his ball in her mouth. It felt good to be in her warm, wet, paradise.

He shifted to his left, extending his left hand and scooping up the cum that had freed itself from her pussy. He brought it down to his crotch. Holding his penis to one side with his right hand, he smeared the thick, white jism on his ball sac and her upper lip with one smooth motion.

"Is my cum-hungry slut getting thirsty for her Master's cum? Do you want to swallow up all my cream into your stomach?"

Jack moved his right hand to move Nisha's hair out of the way, so he could watch her work. His left hand moved to her clit and started rubbing it. Slowly, at first, gently, but quickly getting faster and faster.

"So here's the deal, fuck meat. I am going to rub your clit. You are not allowed to cum without permission. You may beg for permission, like a good little slut puppy. I am going to rub you faster, and harder, on your clit, inside you, whatever I want to do. You're my sex toy after all. I can use you however I want. Whenever you let out some of your Master's cum, I will stop, and feed it to you. You have to eat it all up, because you are my designated cum dump."

Whether or not she grasped the dilemma right away, she was somewhat distracted, she would grasp it soon. Every time some cum leaked out of her cunt, Jack would stop masturbating her. She would be choosing between two different pleasures.

Jack couldn't help but notice that whatever Nisha had intended, whatever exhibitionist fantasy she was playing with when she started masturbating, they were even more on display now. Her legs were spread wide, he cunt gaped and oozing cum. Her body shining from the cum on her breasts, belly, and cunt, her jiggling tits on display as she sucked on his balls. Jack was open too, his legs at 90 degrees, his belly and thighs covered in Nisha's cunt juice from that first orgasm, and the second, his cock flopping up and down on Nisha's face as he leaned over and rubbed her clit at a fierce pace.

He made a mental note to get some video next time. Or maybe send Nisha home with instructions to masturbate again, and send him a video of it. That was a good idea. Would she do it? She was a very willing slut right now, but he didn't know how long this was going to last. Better enjoy it in the moment.

Sucking hard on Jack's balls, almost as if she was attempting to swallow them such was her eagerness to clean every trace of their love juices from them; Nisha only broke away as her Master brought his cum-dripping fingers close. Immediately she let the swollen orbs drop from her lips as she snapped her mouth forwards, trying to catch the fingers between her lips. She was just a little too slow and shot her Master a woe filled, puppy dog stare as he pulled them away from her again, before licking the cum from her upper lip with a long, steady stroke of her tongue.

"I love the taste of your cum, Master," the desi princess cooed as he stroked his finger through her hair, accepting the traces of his semen clinging to the strands as a badge of pride for the work she'd done in giving her Master pleasure so far. "Please feed me more."


Nisha's hips jerked forwards the moment Jack's fingers brushed between her legs, her crotch pressing against his hand with a hungry need before settling into his palm. As he began to tease the sensitive bud nestle atop her pulsing lips the desi girl responded in time, her hips grinding against his fingers as Nisha's eyes locked with her Master's face, listening with rapt attention as she licked the cum from his cock and balls with a slightly distracted air.

For a moment she was puzzled by her Master's words, her pleasure addled brain finding it difficult to comprehend what he was explaining to her. Or perhaps it wasn't just pleasure. For the last few days the same sensation had been building inside her whenever she'd been close to Jack, an incessant desire for him.

At first it had just been a general sense of arousal, the source unknown as she'd sat in class with her pussy melting between her legs. As she'd spent more time around Jack however, the feelings had grown stronger and more focused. Now she knew that her only purpose in life was to bring him pleasure any way she could, and if that mean subjecting her body to all manner of perversions then so be it.

All thoughts were pushed from her head though as Jack's fingers began to knead her clit with forceful strokes. Still sensitive from her first orgasm, the pressure he applied felt at once painful and wonderful, and soon Nisha's hips were bouncing up and down with no regard for how much of a total slut she'd appear to be to anyone watching.

And someone was watching. Up in the seating close to the back of the hall a lone figure sat with eyes locked in rapture as her fingers danced between her legs. Amanda didn't even know why she was there. Until a few minutes earlier she'd been working in her classroom next door, preparing a test paper for the next day, when an overwhelming desire had overcome her.

It had been the same all week, at different times of day and in different places, and the young teacher, newly qualified and inexperienced, had no idea what was happening with her body. Until now she'd not understood why this was happening at all, but now as she watched the school princess debasing herself on stage Ms. Li couldn't help but picture herself on her knees with that young man's cum dripping out of her tight, cleanly shaven pussy.

Shifting out of her seat, her clothes left in a hastily shed pile heap behind her Amanda slowly began to make her way down towards the stage; her fingers dancing between her legs as her other hand eagerly massaged her pert breasts. She was moving as quietly as she could, her motions as fluid and smooth as a jungle cat on the hunt, and as she reached the first row the young teacher slipped into a seat directly behind Nisha with a perfect view up between the Indian girl's legs to where Jack's hands was forcefully defiling her tight, cum-soaked cunt.

Laying back in her seat Amanda settled in as she lifted her fingers to her mouth, teasing the juicy digits over her lips as her other hand moved down to replace the first. Her pussy was quivering with desire, but still she knew that there was a line she mustn't cross. Sitting back she began to finger herself slowly, letting the orgasm build as she watched the two students fucking right in front of her.

So under the hidden gaze of the youngest teacher at the school, Jack was masturbating Nisha furiously. Her hips were bouncing so much her beautiful, brown breasts were moving in different directions as they flopped about on her chest and against Jack's leg. Jack didn't see any of this. His eyes were focused on Nisha's, holding her gaze as she kept licking and sucking on his cock and balls, despite the pleasure he was obviously giving her.

Without warning, Jack pulled his hand away, far enough away that Nisha's wanton hips couldn't reach it.

"Fuck meat," he said teasing her, "Did you want to cum? I told you not to cum, didn't I? Let's see how much cum you let out of of that cock sheath you call a cunt."

His hand on her head moved to her right breast, slapping it gently against her left breast, which in turn slapped against Jack's left leg. Jack leaned closer to her pussy, getting a good look at her legs and cunt.

'Oh, look at all the cum! You're supposed to keep it in there. What naughty slut you are. I may have to spank you, fuck meat."

Slowly and deliberately Jack ran two extended fingers over her inner thighs and labia, gathering up as much thick cum and slick cunt juice as he could. His other hand stopped slapping her tit and found her nipple, squeezing it and pulling on it, lifting her breast by the nipple and shaking it. When he had all the goo he could get, he sat upright again and held his fingers over her face.

"Open up your mouth, cunt. You have to eat this up. Your pussy isn't keeping my jizz inside. You're a pretty lousy cum depository down there. You're going to have to beg me if you ever want me to cum in that cunt of yours again. Let's see if your mouth can hold my cum better.'

He offered her his fingers. When she was done cleaning them, he started rubbing her clit again, immediately going back to full speed.

"Remember, cum slut, you are not allowed to cum."

Nisha's body jerked as she felt her Master's punitive palm strike her titflesh. The blow wasn't hard, but the thought that she'd somehow disappointed Jack made the punishment all the more painful and she did nothing to protect herself from his retribution. In fact she arched her back, lifting her chest up to offer her breasts as a better target, just in case her Master decided that one blow wasn't enough recompense for her failure.


Blushing Nisha turned her gaze away from her Master, even as she slid her lips down his cock, letting it enter her throat. She didn't deserve to look upon him right now, not when she was being so disgustingly pitiful, unable to satisfy even his most basic request of her.

She could feel the juices dripping down out of her, but as she tried to clench her labia closed her wayward cunt flexed and pulsed invitingly, desperately calling out for someone to fill it. Nisha blushed, the shame of her lack of control washing over her a far deeper punishment than any physical pain she could be forced to endure.

A few metres away in the darkness Ms. Li bent forwards, watching intently as Jack fingered Nisha's cum soaked cunt. Down between her legs she mirrored the gesture with her own fingers, teasing her lips, stroking them in time with Jack's motions. In her mind they were his fingers, and that was her cunt he was teasing his cum off of.

Just the thought of that sent a shiver through the young teacher's body, and a short gasp escaped from her mouth before she could stop it. Quickly she moved her hand from her breast, leaving the livid mark from where her fingernail had been digging into her hardened nipple clearly visible against her porcelain skin.

Clamping her fingers over her lips, Amanda stifled herself as best she could. Her other hand kept working between her legs, unwilling and unable to stop from pleasuring herself as she stared with fearful eyes at the scene before her, hoping her distraction wouldn't stop the mesmerising performance.


Pulling away from his thick shaft, Nisha moved her mouth to the offered fingers, her tongue reaching out first to lick the underside, making sure to catch any wayward drops before they fell. Wrapping her lips around them, Nisha closed her eyes as she sucked on them, letting her saliva bathe the fingers for a second as she licked as much of the cum and cunnie cream cocktail from them as she could.

In the darkness Amy copied the slut's action, licking her own fingers as she pushed them into her mouth. Sucking on them hard, the teacher relaxed back into her seat. Her legs lifted up off the carpeted floor, sticky now with her own cream, and braced her feet against the edge of the chair. Her crotch was now on full display to the couple on the stage, her own performance echoing theirs as the teacher's fingers spread her lips wide and stroked over her quivering entrance.

When Jack pulled his hand away Nisha was left for a moment, her mouth hanging open desperately hungry to please her Master more. A moment later, as she realised that her job was done and turned her face back to his prick. Without pausing she slid her mouth back down it, lips sealing tightly and tongue wrapping around it as she tasted his salty sweetness once more.

As soon as has Master's gingers touched her clit Nisha's body began to buck once more, her mouth pumping on his shaft at a pace set by his manipulations of her. She knew then for certain that she was nothing but a fucktoy, a thing to be used by her Master for his pleasure. Her dark mood brightened at the thought, and Nisha felt the pleasure building inside once more.


In her mind Nisha began to debate her actions. With her orgasm drawing near she knew she wasn't allowed to let it break without asking for her Master's permission first. After all, it wasn't her orgasm, it was his, and he was merely allowing her to experience it for him. On the other hand her mouth could feel Jack's pulse quickening through her lips, his throbbing cock enjoying the sensation of her pleasuring him. Did she deserve an orgasm if it meant pulling her mouth away from her service of him? Could she really be that much of a greedy, self-serving slut?

For several long minutes Nisha held out as best she could, fighting against the growing wave inside her as she desperately sucked and moaned on her Master's cock. Her hands moved up, one cradling his drool covered balls while the other held the base of his shaft steady even as the rest of the fuckmeat's body bounced her head along his shaft.

Finally she couldn't hold back any longer, and with a long, deep gasp pulled Jack's cock out of her throat and cried out "May I cum, Master? Please may your fuckmeat slutwhore cum?"