A High School Harem

[Felix80]

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.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Gwen just didn't know what had gotten into her that day. Everything had seemed normal at first. She'd felt fine when she'd gotten up that morning. Had gotten dressed in her outfit for the day, pulled her long and silky highlighted blonde hair up into a messy top bun, and then finished getting ready before driving herself to school in the new car her parents had gotten her as an early graduation present and to celebrate her already having received an acceptance letter from her top college pick, NYU. She'd been accepted into their theatre program.

Her friends at school had been ecstatic for her when she'd told them the news, but none of them had been surprised really. She'd been making the lead in school shows for as long as any of them could remember, absolutely loved the stage and the spotlight. Plus she had an amazing set of pipes, and her grades were good as well. Everyone had said she was a shoe in, that she was destined for Broadway. They'd talked and laughed, their lunch table buzzing with excitement about the news, but then Jack had walked by.

She knew who he was of course, they'd worked on a lot of shows together, but she was always out front practicing and performing with the other actors and he was always working backstage with the crew, so she couldn't really say she knew him super well. He was cute enough she supposed, but she'd never really payed him much mind before. Truth be told she'd kinda had a thing for a while for her current co-lead in the school musical, a broad chested baritone that also was on the school football team. They'd been flirting a lot during practices, and she was pretty sure he was going to ask her to Homecoming.

So why couldn't she stop thinking about Jack?

Ever since she'd seen him in the cafeteria at lunch that day she couldn't seem to get him out of her head, one lewd fantasy after another filling her mind and making it impossible to focus on her work. It wasn't like her at all. Not that she was a prude or anything. She'd had sex before with her ex, and she would get off to stuff on PornHub from time to time, but the level that this was at was completely insane?! Her pussy had been in a near constant state of arousal for the rest of the day. By last period, Theatre, she was desperate for release. She'd asked the teacher if she could go practice her lines on the stage by herself and thankfully they'd agreed.

She'd quickly made her way down the hall to the auditorium, grateful when she found it empty, and pulled a chair out to the center of the stage. She did plan on actually practicing her lines, but first she had to get this out of her system. One particular fantasy had kept coming back into her mind, the image of Jack fucking her on stage while an entire theater full of people watched. Their own kinky little show.

She sat down in the chair, spread her legs, and slid her hand up her skirt, leaning back and shutting her eyes as she slid her hand down into her panties and began to touch herself as she imagined the scene. God she was already so soaked! It didn't take long before she was pushing her panties to the side, finger fucking herself right there on the stage, biting her bottom lip to try and hold back her moans. The closer she got to cumming though, the harder it was, and eventually she found herself crying out.

"Oh Jack, fuck me Jack, fuck me!"

She hadn't expected an answer of course, hadn't realized anyone was there at all, so of course she was more than a little shocked when she felt a warm breath against her ear and heard a male voice whisper back.

"I'm here."

"Holy shit!" she gasped, jumping within her seat in her surprise and instantly scrambling to pull her hand away from herself and close her legs, turning to see who it was who had spoken, her blue eyes going wide when she saw that it was none other than Jack himself who had caught her.

She was embarrassed beyond belief of course, her cheeks beginning to burn with a blush, but at the same time...

"Holy shit," she breathed again as she felt her pussy give a clench at the sight of him so close, so close that she could smell him.

Her eyes took him in hungrily as she bit her bottom lip and gave a little moan at his scent, not even realizing that she had. Did he have cologne on? God he smelled amazing!

She struggled, trying to reign herself in.

"Sorry, I uh... I didn't know anyone else was here."

 

[Felix80]

Jack stood, moving up stage and stage right, which put him slightly in front of Gwen and on her left, the lights behind him, partially obscuring his face in shadow. The large bulge in his pants was right in her eye line.

"Holy shit is right," he said in a low voice, loud enough for her to hear but it wasn't loud enough to carry into the audience. A stage whisper was second nature to him now.

The stage lights were unforgivingly bright. They had to be so people in the back row could see every little movement the actors made on stage. Gwen had chosen center stage for her performance, and there were more lights on her than anywhere else on stage. Jack could feel the heat from them already and he had only been on stage a moment.

That wasn't the only heat he was feeling right now.

Gwen's face was flushed, her breathing ragged now that she was sitting up in the large chair. Her breathing had her breasts heaving up and down in that tight, tube dress, though his view of them was obscured by her stylish jeans jacket. He was hoping to do something about that. An image of the tube dress crumpled up into a belt around her waist came into his mind. In his fantasy her breasts and pussy were exposed for him to see as she pranced around for his pleasure. Flashes of the devastatingly beautiful blonde performing different sexual acts on his body came unbidden to him. He wanted her, needed her. He felt his body shake and his cock strain, his cock pulsating and pushing against his pants.

Fuck. He needed to fuck her.

Jack knelt down on one knee so he was face-to-face with Gwen. He looked into her eyes, just staring into them. She was beautiful, and vulnerable, and he wanted her. The smell of sweat and sex hit him then and he grinned. Even with her legs together there was no denying how much she reeked of sex right now, and it was taking him past the point of no return.

"Don't stop on my account," he said, leaning in closer, "the show must go on."

What he wanted to do was spread her legs, rip of her panties and dive in face first. What he wanted to do was rip off her dress and fuck her right there on the chair. What he wanted to do was stand up and undo his pants and let her worship his newly massive cock until he bathed her in a fountain of cum.

What he did was restrain himself. Jack wasn't a rapist. He needed permission and to get it he had to ask the right question.

"Did you want me in the audience for your performance, or is here okay to watch?"

He paused, breaking eye contact to take a long look from her legs, resting on the bottom of her skirt, then up to her breasts. He was letting her see him admiring her body. When he finally made it back to her eyes he grinned at her, wickedly.

"Or did you have a more active role in mind for me in this piece? You did say 'Fuck me Jack, fuck me, fuck me.' Was that stage direction or was it part of the performance?"

He wanted to make a comment about being willing to join the performance or that he was good at following direction, or something witty, but he was pretty sure that would be going too far.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Gwen had felt her pulse race, her breathing become even more ragged at the sight of Jack's bulge. She found herself wanting to rip his pants away, to free the huge cock that she could tell was straining against them and beg him to fuck her with it.

Dear god, what had come over her?!

She swallowed hard, gripping the chair tightly to keep herself from springing at him as he knelt before her, her cheeks burning more at his smile. Could he smell her? She could smell herself. Shit, this was embarrassing.

"Don't stop on my account," he said, leaning in closer, "the show must go on."

Her mouth dropped open in surprise. Was he serious?! Was he making fun of her?

"Did you want me in the audience for your performance, or is here okay to watch?"

She could not help but notice the way his eyes moved over her then, taking her in admiringly, the wicked grin as he added, "Or did you have a more active role in mind for me in this piece? You did say 'Fuck me Jack, fuck me, fuck me.' Was that stage direction or was it part of the performance?"

She felt her pussy and abdomen give another involuntary clench at his words, a shiver running down her spine. He definitely wasn't joking around, she realized, he was dead serious. He was willing to fuck her right there on that stage if she wanted. And fuck, she did, she wanted it so, so badly.

Shit, this was crazy. Absolutely insane! What if someone else came in, spotted them? The idea should scare her, but instead it just seemed to turn her on even more. She just couldn't seem to help herself, especially now that he was so close.

Slowly, she sat up within the chair, her hands letting go of it so that she could arch her shoulders back and let her jacket droop off of them.

"I want you here," she told him, her lust filled eyes locked on his as the jacket slid down her arms and rested in the chair behind her, her legs relaxing and parting wider again in invitation, "Join me Jack, please."

 

[Felix80]

Before Gwen answered him, she leaned forward in the chair and pushed her shoulders back rolling her jeans jacket off and thrusting her breasts in his face. Jack was staring at them, two luscious orbs, covered in cloth, but right on display for him. No, not on display, being offered up to him.

"I want you here."

Jack looked up from her breasts when she spoke. Part of him felt like he'd just been caught staring at her tits, but then he saw the lust light in her eyes. Fuck, did she want him more than he wanted her? Was that even possible?

The jacket slid off her arms as her legs spread more, her breasts moving, jiggling slightly. The smell of sex, having never left, got more powerful. He felt blood rush to his groin, his cock throbbing in response to her actions. He would need to free the beast soon.

"Join me Jack, please."

In a smooth motion Jack shifted his weight to his left, stage left, moving directly in front of Gwen, his back to the imaginary audience, and dove into her dress covered breasts. Both hands went to her upper back, holding her there as his mouth assaulted her magnificent mammaries, kissing and biting at them through the fabric, trying to find her nipples, and through the mental fog of lust, determining if she was wearing a bra. He was going to have to cover those beautiful boobs with cum, and they should probably be uncovered for that.

Or not. Would Gwen want to walk around the school with her dress covered in his spunk for all the school to see?

His left hand moved down her back to her ass and pushed her forward on the chair until her sex was pressed against his chest, her legs splayed wide open around him.

Leaving her breasts for a second, he looked up at her and grinned.

"Do you smell something?" Jack asked, then dove back to lick and suck on her breasts. After a moment he broke off the assault again, but didn't look up.

"I think I smell sex." He focused his attention on her right breast, squeezing her left ass cheek.

"I wonder where it's coming from?" He focused his attention on her left breast, squeezing her right ass cheek.

"I think I know," he said as he moved his head away from her chest. He glanced down at her sex, then met her eyes and raised his eyebrows up and down, jauntily.

Jack moved his hands away from her back and ass, resting them on her thighs. He bent down, getting on both knees then letting on leg out behind him until he was staring at her partially, panty-covered pussy. They were wet with her sweat and juices and he was staring right at them. He inhaled deeply, the grinned up at Gwen. He leaned in so his nose and mouth were all but touching her and breathed in again, longer this time.

"Smells delicious."

Jack began assaulting Gwen's pussy with as much vigor as he had her breasts. Possibly more. He was licking her, sucking her, nibbling and even biting her through her panties. Where the panties had been dry they were now wet with saliva. Where they had been wet they were now soaked through. His hands moved under her thighs, his arms followed, lifting her legs slightly as he continued the assault, never seeming to come up for air he licked and sucked at her sex through her panties. He spread her open with long licks of his tongue, pushing the cloth a little deeper and deeper inside her folds with each lick. It was fairly clear he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Gwen had bit her bottom lip with a groan as Jack had begun to kiss and lick at her breasts through her dress, the heat of his mouth easily making its way through the stretchy cotton like material, as well as the thin and stretchy material of the black, seamless balconette she was wearing, her nipples hardening into tight little nubs as his mouth moved over them.

"Oh god," she gasped, her head eyes closing and her head arching back for a moment before looking back down to watch him as he continued and pulled her towards him on the chair by her ass.

She felt a bit of embarrassment again when he commented on being able to smell the scent of sex coming from her pussy, but his attention to her breasts and ass felt too good for her to truly care, squirming upon the chair at the feel of his mouth and hands upon her, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly now, pulling him towards her. When he bent down she shifted even more in eager anticipation. Then he was leaning in, taking a big long whiff of her.

"Smells delicious."

The look on his face had said it all, and as he began to devour her through her panties she couldn't help but moan out at the pleasure he gave her, his licks and bites and sucking driving her wild, her body squirming and arching upon the chair, her hands moving to the back of his head and holding him to her. As he continued, his tongue pushing deeper and deeper against the black cottony fabric of her thong, she just couldn't stand even that thin barrier anymore. She had to feel his mouth directly upon her, NOW. Moving one of her hands, she slid it down and hooked her fingers into her thong, pulling it to the side for him.

 

[Felix80]

Jack heard Gwen's squeals as he started his oral assault on her pussy. He felt her squirm against his tongue and when she arched her back she was pushing her sex against his face. Jack grinned at that, though his lips were against her panties so no one could see it, but she could feel him push back against her sex, licking and kissing her, pushing forward with his head, applying pressure to her hidden treasure trove of pleasure. Then she put her hands on the back of his head and pushed his head into her crotch.

Gwen had to be close. She had already been masturbating before he caught her. She reeked of sex. Her pussy was already wet. He'd been playing with her breasts and slurping at her panties. Part of him wanted to keep going until she came, and part of him wanted to strip down and shove his cock into her.

No it was probably better to get her an orgasm first. Then, when she was ready, they could move on to his pleasure. Or their pleasure if she was riding him. The image of Gwen naked, riding him cowboy style with her tits bouncing in his face came to him and he redoubled his efforts.

Jack didn't notice when Gwen moved her hand from his head. He was very focused on the task at hand. Then she slipped her hand in front of his face and pulled her thong aside, giving him full access to her cunt.

Jack paused to get his bearings. Now that he could see what he was doing a new plan emerged. He could see her clit now and that was the focus of his next series of attacks. First he extended his tongue and pushed it down onto his chin. Then he pressed his chin forward until the flat of his tongue was pressing over Gwen's clit. Once he was firmly in place he pressed forward, all the weight of his head and the strength of his neck pressing against her clit with the soft, bumpy, pliable tongue acting like a cushion. Finally, Jack began to rock his head forward and back.

It was a simple motion, one he could keep up for days. It didn't take a lot of muscle, effectively his head was pivoting forward and back on his neck about half an inch at a time, but it put the entire weight of his head on her clit, creating incredible pressure. The tongue was a wet, supple, but rough texture on her clit. The rocking motion applied it all to her in a pulsing sensation. And she could control the speed he moved forward and back with her hands on the back of his head.

Jack could hardly wait to see if Gwen liked it.