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Harper used the tattered remains of his sweatpants to wipe off his cock, before tossing it down into the pool of cum his counselor lay in. She’d probably end up sleeping there. Not wanting to deal with girls throwing themselves at him if he walked down the halls naked (or the inevitable disciplinary meeting with the unfortunately male dean), he did his best to hide his flaccid-but-still huge member with his hoodie and crept off to the locker rooms to clean off. Fortunately, classes were still going on so the halls were empty. As he went, he texted one of his many regular booty calls to bring him a pair of pants to get through the rest of the day.
She was waiting for him when he reached the locker room. If Harper was the ultimate expression of the male form and sexuality, Morgan Rowe was his female counterpart. The head cheerleader and teen alpha bitch had a body that would make porn stars feel inadequate. Long legs with thick, powerful thighs led to a huge, perfectly formed ass. Her wide child-bearing hips were practically begging to be gripped and pounded into. A tight waist and a flat stomach with a hint of abs leading to the biggest, most magnificent pair of tits Harper had ever seen, and he’d seen vastly more than his fair share. Despite being all-natural, they sat high and proud on her chest, a testament to her exhaustive physical workout routine keeping everything firm and tight. But even her astounding tits paled in comparison to her supermodel-shaming face, framed by her waist-length lustrous black hair. Rumor had it she could make a man cum on the spot just by licking her plush, pillowy dick-sucking lips. Harper believed it, even he could barely restrain himself around her.
Despite having the sluttiest bimbo body in the known universe, her sparkling green eyes had a hard flintiness behind them, hinting at her whip-smart mind and overwhelming ambition. She was on track to be salutatorian of her class (she was a couple years older than Harper, a senior), had transformed the cheer squad into nationally competitive powerhouse in her time with them, and had already been accepted to several top-tier universities, with many of them offering her a full ride. It was because of this that she was entirely unimpressed with Harper’s whole emo thing. At first, she had fallen on her knees and worshipped him, just like every other girl, but after spending about a week with him, she had actually come to be disgusted by his personality and attitude. She’d still demand to suck his cock and get ruined by him at least once a week, but she’d made it very clear he’d never be anything more than a booty call.
This had sent Harper into a bit of a depression (although what didn’t) and he’d fought it off by fucking the entire cheer squad at once, which had enraged their football player boyfriends. This included Morgan’s then-current boyfriend and captain of the football team Chad Michaelson (yes, really), who had foolishly broken his arm trying to fight Harper alone. Morgan, seeing her former star football player boyfriend lose all his prospects, had promptly broken up with him and sought out the valedictorian of the class, some skinny nerd who apparently had even more offers than Morgan herself, and was clearly going to be a big deal one day. She still fucked Harper regularly, but rumor had it the nerd was also packing an absolute hog (not quite as big as Harper but still a monster) and she had set him up on a rotation of the rest of the cheerleader squad to make it up to him.
All this to say, Morgan showing up herself instead of sending an errand boy (or girl, if she was feeling generous) meant that she was expecting some cock pro quo in exchange for the sweatpants she held in her hand. Her lightly tapping foot told Harper she’d been waiting for longer than she’d have liked, although that could mean 30 seconds when it came to waiting for him. She was wearing her tight cheerleader uniform, which accentuated her outlandishly sinful body, but she didn’t need it to. She could make men leave their wives in a frumpy sweater and pajama pants, and seduce the wives at the same time. As she watched him walk towards her with barely disguised scorn, she said, “Took you long enough, shithead.”
She really was not a fan of him at all.
As Harper walked past her into the locker room, taking the offered sweats with a grunt, she swatted him on the ass, “Hurry the fuck up and get hard, I need to get to practice in like a half hour.”
As he removed his hoodie, revealing his massively jacked physique once again, he heard her involuntary moan of lust, even as he whined, “But I just fucked the new counselor, give me a minute.”
Morgan rolled her eyes, saying “You’re such a fucking loser, we both know you barely have a refractory period. I’ve fucking seen you keep fucking after cumming so many times now.”
This was certainly true. Harper had a seemingly bottomless well of stamina (and cum). He could keep going through orgasm after orgasm, and each load would be just as big, if not bigger, than the last. By the time he’d finished with the cheerleader squad, the locker room where they’d had their orgy had been completely covered in his thick spunk, nearly ankle-deep on the floor. The girls had apparently been finding dried bits of it in their various nooks and crannies for weeks afterwards. The room still smelled faintly of it when the showers were running, even after the janitors had closed it for a full month to deep clean it. He flicked his fringe out of his eyes, as he did dozens, if not hundreds of times a day, and raised his eyebrows hopefully at Morgan, subtly bouncing his huge pecs as he did.
She rolled her eyes once again, and pulled off her top, revealing her truly magnificent breasts. She never wore a bra, as they sat high and proud atop a subtle shelf of her own fairly impressive pecs. It was all the more impressive given their astonishing size, two massive tear drops that even Harper’s huge, deceptively delicate-looking hands struggled to hold. Her pink nipples had already swollen to thumb-thick nubs, practically begging to be sucked and licked. Harper’s cock quickly began to swell to its full monstrous size simply at the sight. He stepped forward, beginning to palm and squeeze the glorious pair of tits before him, his cock coming to rest inside her deep cleavage, already drooling its thick precum.
Morgan allowed him to begin his ministrations as she doffed her skirt to avoid having it ruined by his precum, exposing her perfect pussy. Harper knew from experience that she worked her Kegel muscles just as exactingly as the rest of her body, and she had once demonstrated its incredible strength by lifting his entire body off the ground solely by his cock lodged firmly in her pussy. Legend had it she accepted all offers to fuck her, but would crush any cock under double digits in length. Harper believed she could do it, and had heard quite a few rumors of permanently-bent cocks among less-endowed boys at the school, but none about a cock getting outright removed. Still, it was one of the few reasons (to his mind) to be happy about his god-cock. Sure, it made it hard to be depressed when you were regularly fucking quite possibly the hottest girl to have ever existed, but at least she wouldn’t rip your cock off for being too small.
Their foreplay had progressed to a titjob, which thanks to Harper’s absurd length, could be performed standing. Morgan demonstrated her muscle control by squeezing her tits together rhythmically, engulfing his cock as no other woman could. Of course, even the biggest tits couldn’t fully contain him, and the head pushed through the top of her cleavage to be sucked by her pillowy lips. Her hands were occupied fondling his huge balls, savoring the feeling of them churning up a fresh batch of spunk for her to be soaked with later. Harper’s hands were squeezing and fondling her shelf of an ass as he thrust his hips in time with her tit pulses. She flexed and relaxed under his thick fingers, alternating between pillowy soft and meaty and firm.
His cock became increasingly slick with a combination of the freely-flowing precum and her copious slobber, and she moved from a titfuck to a full blowjob, sinking to her knees and sucking down his entire arm-thick length like a piece of spaghetti. Usually when receiving a blowjob, Harper would just force his way past all resistance with pure brute strength. Morgan was one of the few who could take it all the way without “assistance” and as far as he knew the only one who could do so without gagging. Still, he rested a huge hand on her head, if only to have something to do with it, and she allowed it so long as he let her do what she did best (among many other things).
A blowjob from Morgan Rowe was considered a greater honor than meeting the President or the Pope for those who knew her. She could make a normal man cum in seconds, often knocking them unconscious. For those who could withstand it for longer, it was a transcendent experience, described by those studs lucky enough to experience it as akin to glimpsing the true shape of the universe. Only Harper (and, according to gossip, her current nerd boyfriend) had ever gotten the full experience. Getting sucked off by Morgan was better than any other pussy he’d ever fucked, and he’d fucked a lot. It was simultaneously sloppy, tender, and violent. She would lovingly make out with the huge cockhead and sloppily kiss down the entire length before impaling herself, her plush, pillowy lips spread wide as she easily sucked up and down the entire length. The suction she applied very well could meet the infamous comparison of being able to suck the chrome off a tailpipe, and although she had never tested that particular idiom, there was little doubt in any of her lovers’ minds that she’d suck their cocks right off if she wanted to. As she felt Harper’s balls bloat and his shaft thicken, she allowed him to take command and begin forcefully skullfucking her, thrusting his entire length in and out with powerful strokes that would suffocate an ordinary woman. She took it all with ease, and even faked choking on it to heighten the effect. With a mighty grunt, Harper began spraying his huge load down Morgan’s throat. It was so powerful he actually saw stars for a moment. In his brief daze, Morgan pulled back off his spraying cock, jerking him off through his seemingly unceasing orgasm and deftly aimed it over her shoulder directly at Chad’s locker. Such was the force, volume, and thickness of each jet that an absurd amount of cum was forced through the slats and gaps in the metal to fill the locker full to bursting, soaking Chad’s uniform and gear. Morgan might find Harper generally unpleasant, but she seemed to have developed an active hatred of her ex.
She began to lick and suck his cock clean as his last monstrous spurts splattered against the wall of lockers, lovingly polishing the tip with her tongue as he at last finished. He was still steel-hard in her hands, and ready to fuck her harder than any other man possibly could. Even his normally massive muscles had pumped up fuller and thicker from the overpowering full-body flex during his orgasm. He was the picture of a sex god, and he was ready to claim his goddess.
His whiny, mealy-mouthed persona gone, he shifted into full alpha male mega stud mode. He lifted Morgan easily by the throat, his huge muscles swelling and bulging, and positioned her gushing pussy at the tip of his throbbing monster cock. He shifted his hands to her waist, and plunged deep inside her, going balls-deep with a single thrust. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came on the spot, shrieking and moaning as her alpha bitch demeanor fled her body in the face of the biggest cock known to man. Her pussy reflexively began to flex and massage the massive invader, attempting to pull it even deeper within her core. He gripped her incredible ass as her thick thighs wrapped around his waist and she gripped his bulging biceps for balance. Her own considerable strength was no match for him as he lifted her up and down with ease, bouncing her manually on the full length of his cock with every stroke. Interestingly, although she could take his entire length and girth down her throat with ease, he was just slightly too long and thick for her pussy. The mild strain she felt as he brutalized her gushing snatch only enhanced her near-continuous orgasm, but a small corner of her mind was grateful her current boyfriend was slightly less monstrously endowed. Harper could fuck her like no one else on the planet could, but that was a sometimes treat. More regular sex demanded gentler treatment, if only by a bit. Still, she had to make the most of it when she could. “Y-you e-ven FFFFFFFFFUCKholyshit like a pussy, dickwipe.”
The whiny emo persona would’ve made some snide quip, or even, heaven forbid, stop fucking her, but the alpha sexgod currently in control took it as a challenge. Demonstrating his mastery of her body, he casually flipped her around on his cock without missing a stroke, and slammed her none too gently onto a bench, face down. He angled their bodies so that he was now plunging to the absolute deepest parts of her pussy he could conceivably reach, that anyone could reach, and was rewarded with an ear-piercing howl that transitioned into a drooling, guttural moan. Her pussy sprayed his thighs with an absurd amount of juice as he plowed even deeper. Her bountiful ass and thighs jiggled and flexed as his hips slapped powerfully against them with every thrust.
Although both of them could keep fucking for hours on end, Morgan had a deadline, and her mind was able to focus even in the midst of the near-unceasing orgasm Harper was slamming into her. She began to flex and pulse her inner walls more actively, beyond the involuntary Kegel movements she had trained herself to perform unconsciously. She rarely needed to demonstrate the full capabilities of her training, since most men didn’t last long even against her unconscious movements. As such, Harper was one of the few men who had actually experienced it. Even if he had the intellectual capacity to describe it with words, he would still struggle to. Just as he had broken the minds of lesser women (temporarily), the pleasure she could impart to a cock had left lesser men as incoherent simpletons. She had even put one unfortunate in a month-long coma. All this to say, even Harper couldn’t last long against such an onslaught, and his cock began to pulse and thicken even further as it prepared to launch its monster load.
With a deep, thunderous moan, his final thrust speared impossibly deep into her core, his long, delicate-looking fingers gripping her hips with brutal strength as he attempted to go even deeper. Every muscle in his body flexed as he unleashed, his huge muscles bloating even larger. He was joined by Morgan’s uncontrollable shrieking as the high-pressure gouts of cum pushed her orgasm to its peak, her body rewarding her with the ultimate pleasure in exchange for finally fulfilling its purpose, to be bred by an alpha megastud. Her belly began to bloat as her womb filled with a seemingly unending amount of virile seed, before he pulled out to finish his minutes-long orgasm by dousing her from head to toe with yogurt-thick spunk. For good measure, he shot his last few bursts at Chad’s overstuffed locker, the pressure so high it actually dented the metal.
Slightly fatigued by this session, Harper tipped over as his orgasm ended, landing on the tiled floor with a heavy thump as his cock began to slowly soften, still drooling thick chunks of cum. Morgan’s thighs were shaking as she rode out the end of her own final orgasm, promising pleasurable aftershocks for the rest of the day. Never one to rest on her laurels, she stood on shaky knees and promptly strode over to stand, legs spread, over Harper, arms akimbo. Even with a bloated belly and coated with a thick layer of spunk, she was the picture of a dominant sex goddess, and could’ve had any other man begging to lick her clean in seconds, if she so chose. She consciously had to restrain herself from fucking him again, as his pumped muscles looked even bigger and juicier than usual. His biceps looked bigger than her head, and his pecs almost certainly rivaled her tits at this point. She suspected that his frequent marathon fuck sessions were in fact contributing to his monstrous muscle growth, but she would never tell him that, since she loved getting fucked by a muscle beast like him, the bigger the better. Besides, he was just too dumb to figure it out on his own. Instead, she flexed her powerful inner muscles, expelling an astonishing amount of semen from her body, and depositing it directly back on Harper’s crotch. She patted her once-again perfectly flat stomach, spat on Harper’s face, and said “Fucking loser” as she strode purposefully towards the showers to clean herself off before cheer practice.
Harper, back to his usual self, simply stared mournfully at the massive pile of cum covering his bitchbreaker and sighed. “Why doesn’t anything ever go my way…”