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Christina Paladino, Paula Bennett, Rachelle Johnson and Linda Jensen were hanging out at Christina's house after school. At Paul T. Bradley Memorial High School, the perceived value of a given person was often dictated by how many people wanted to fuck them. "So how many guys have you been with, Paula?" Christina asked. "I don't have a precise number, but I think it's around 300," she estimated. "How about you, Rachelle?" "It's somewhere around 250, I think.". "Linda?" "Probably somewhere like Rachelle," she guessed. "How about you Christina?" "Only 122," she said in a downcast way. "Fewer guys seem to like us big girls and I tend to have more older ones hitting on me than guys my age," she disclosed. "How many of those were your teachers, Christina?" "six," she revealed. "But Mr. Jefferson seems to really like doing me. I've been with him a bunch." "Yeah, he loves girls like you," Rachelle noted. "I mean, I've been with him, too, but the big soft girls, I think, is what he has as a first preference."

Paula then got a wicked gleam in her eye. "Well, you guys want to make a game of it? Guys aren't going to think bad of you if you ask them to go to bed with you, so how about we see who can fuck all the boys in the school first?" "That's not possible, Paula. There are like what, 1400 and something boys in this school? Probably at least 25 of those are going to be gay only and there are other guys with preferences that preclude being with one or more of us.," Rachelle pointed out. "And it could take us until we're seniors to do everybody. Plus you have students moving in and out of the school's area all the time." They thought about it for a minute and Paula suddenly proposed, "we could just keep track of who we do it with and whoever does the most guys from this school by either the time we graduate or one of us moves will be the winner." They all giggled at the thought. "Okay, we'll do that," Rachelle decided for the group.

"What about teachers, administrators and janitors?" Linda asked. "The problem for me," Christine answered, "is that I'm not sure if some of them can even get it up. And others are so old they're just not attractive. I mean, you do them once and they'll keep hitting on you," she observed. "Yuck." "Okay, so students only then," Paula assented.

"Now what will the prize be for the winner?" Christina inquired. "How about $100 each from the losers?" Paula proposed. "I guess I can just write the check now," Christina anticipated. "Yeah, Paula, you have such an advantage. You're tiny and even an average sized guy is going to feel gigantic next to you." "But the thing about that, Linda, is that I can't handle some of the more endowed guys. 5-6 inches and that's about it for me. Anything bigger and he is hitting my cervix." "You can just do it with you on top and control the level of penetration," Christina advised. "Yeah, but I like to have the whole thing inside me and I think guys prefer that, too." "Some guys won't get with me just because I'm black," Rachelle projected. "So we all  kinda have some strikes against us for some guys." "Should we count being with lesbians?' Christina pondered. "You're the only bisexual in this group, Christina, so let's just keep it to guys," Rachelle advocated. "Okay," Christina consented.

The following morning, which was a Friday, the 5'0" 88 pound Paula decided to start with who was behind her in her first period health class. That was Mike Aaron, a stumpy 5'3" bespectacled nerdy looking guy who had a paucity of sexual experience because he was deemed not as attractive as a lot of his fellow teenage males. Just before class started, Paula turned to him. "Hi Mike." "Hi Paula." "If you're not busy during lunch, would you like to sleep with me?' His eyes did a quick scan of the pixie haired, B cupped petite Paula and then he accepted. His cock immediately solidified and began leaking precum as he continued to take sporadic glances at her throughout the lecture. At the end of the class, she hugged and kissed him before they set out for their second period instruction.

Meanwhile, in her first period class, Christine's eyes flitted around the room for possible candidates with which to kick off her participation in the wager. Christine was 5'4" 150 pounds and auburn haired She was one of those wide hipped heavy girls who looked great naked, but not in her street clothes since they don't make a lot of well fitted apparel for women built as she was. Part of that weight was her heavy D cups with large nipples. Her stomach was soft, but not didn't bulge. After class, she buttonholed Carl Parmelee and propositioned him for a lunchtime fuck. He thought about it for a minute and then decided that he didn't have anything lined up, so "what the hell," he said, in agreeing.

Linda was thin but with surprisingly large C cups, dark brown alert eyes, a slightly hawkish nose, long brown hair and a nice bubble butt. She was cute, but not beautiful. She never had problems getting guys to drill her and she also lined up one of her first period classmates, a blocky slightly overweight Brock Jamerson who nonetheless had an engaging sense of humor and a cute face, for some afternoon delight.

Rachelle, who was a lean 5'7" with straight bobbed black hair, invitingly thick lips, B cups and a sparkling smile, asked a first period classmate, too, Drew Zachary. He actually didn't think that she was that attractive, but he had also never seen a black girl naked, either, so he accepted more for his sense of adventure than anything else.

Once the four had accomplished that, they endeavored to arrange something for right after school. Rachelle didn't have to wait. Just before her second period class and as she was standing out in the hallway, Dave Rivera came up to her and asked if he could do her during lunch. She explained that she was engaged for the noontime meal, but if he would like an after school thing they were in business. He quickly assented to that. He had his eye on her for a while but just finally worked up the courage to proposition her.

Christina got rejected by the second guy she asked, but the third one, Darryl Perry, accepted. Linda and Paula had both of their second period offers positively received and now they all later headed to lunch with their pussies already dripping with natural lube and ready to have dick slammed into them. They all met behind one of the classroom buildings where there was a large patch of grass and removed their clothes.

Paula wasn't expecting much from Mike in the penis department, but was happy to find that while he was only five inches it was quite thick. She got down on her hands and knees and presented her sex to him, no foreplay, and felt him forcing her vaginal walls apart with his cock. "Oh fuck," she gasped as he buried himself inside of her tight trap. He grasped her hips and started thrusting it in and out of her, the intensity of the friction heating her up in mere minutes. "Oh fuck, Oh shit Mike, that feels amazing," she broadcasted, as he crammed his rod into her repeatedly. "Fuck Paula, fuck you're tight," he declared, every pass of his dick in and out of her making it tingle more vividly. Her breathing was getting more hollow sounding, the pleasure within her mounting ceaselessly,  the carriage of his flesh knife through her moisture creating obscene noises. "Oh yes Mike, damn, don't stop," she pleaded, her eyes now rolled up in her head as her pussy caught fire, melting her resistance and causing her to be washed over the edge of insanity. "Oh fuck oh fuck! I'm cumming!" she squealed, as her brain begged for more of his prong and what it was doing to her. He was now at a point of no return and he polluted her gash with his spunk. They both fell to the ground. "Holy shit Mike, it's like your cock is a perfect fit for me," she told him. "That was amazing, Paula. I hope we can get together again," he wanted. "How about tonight sweety?" she retorted. "I can definitely do that, Paula." "Great. I think my bed will be more comfortable than the grass," she giggled.

Paula turned and watched as Carl was lapping up Christine's juices. He was surprised at how hot she was without her clothes concealing and distorting her body and made a mental note to give fat chicks more of a shot with him. Her sensitive clit quaked with every strike of his tongue on it and he was enjoying her taste. He had enhanced her wetness with his oral ministrations and since lunch was only so long,  he scooted up between her legs and pressed his engorged phallus through her opening. "Oh fuck, it's been too long since I felt that," she sighed while his spear stabbed deeper and deeper into her as she lay on her back. He was 6.5 inches and pretty thick himself and she was getting off on the sensations generated thereby. He peered down at her soft breasts and cute tender belly and then back at her face, which he had always thought was attractive, but he had allowed consideration of what he believed her body appeared to look like to get in the way of approaching her before. "Oh fuck oh fuck, she panted, her face betraying the pleasure she was in, which made her appear more angelic to him. Her breathing became louder and more irregular as he continued to bombard her cavern with his johnson until it all became too much for her and she emitted a pronounced moan and then a shrieked "oh fuck!" followed by machine gun panting as the orgasm claimed her.

He smiled after provoking her to that climax and now he was about to open up on her with his love gun, his own respiration devolving into a series of grunts and guttural intakes of air before he inundated her slit with his sperm. He dropped on top of her and held her. "Damn Christine, I didn't know you were that beautiful. You're really hot!" he whispered to her. "Thanks, Carl, I really appreciate that. You were magnificent." "Thanks babe. Hey, you want to do this again?" "Yes I would," she rejoindered. "Great. Can I come over tonight?" "Yes you may," she giggled. "Cool! I wish I had realized what a babe you are before."

They all finished just as the bell rang to tell the students to begin heading to class. They dressed and scattered and the four girls looked forward to the final bell of the day. .

One of the problems with such sexually active girls, especially the ones who didn't wear panties, is that they often unknowingly left bits of the cum that steadily dripped out of them on the seats under them since their attention was on their teacher. So one had to be careful before lowering one's butt on to confirm it wasn't sullied by the product of some fun the previous occupant had engaged in.

And if a vagina wasn't covered by underwear, the teachers often noticed the tell tale white glob that glistened at the openings of their female students. If a male instructor wasn't hard before that, they were as soon as they got a gander at that. Some teachers even offered to eat it out of a girl when they witnessed such creampies. That request was usually honored.

Carl went over to Christine's house after dinner and her mom let him in. Christine took him upstairs to her room and they removed their clothes. "Fuck Christine, I love how full your body is. And you have a cute face, too," he stated. "Thanks baby," she shyly said. "Hey look," he continued, "you want to be my girlfriend? I know you're super nice, too," "Okay," she giggled. "We can still have sex with anybody we want because it's just sex," he propounded, "but I'd definitely like to have you around me as much as I can," he elaborated, as they snuggled in her bed. He cradled her head in his left arm and began kissing her soft lips, enjoying the smile she would show everytime they came up for air. He slid his right palm up and down her stomach before slipping that arm around her and holding her against him while their tongues danced around one another's. He nibbled on her ears and neck and then returned to kissing her again, which just felt so natural to him as he enjoyed the feeling of her fingers trailing the length of his bare back.

She reached down and took his cock in her lefthand and stroked it at a leisurely pace while his mouth circled the nipple of her left breast with his lips and sucked on it, instigating her to moan. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she sighed, as another stream of pleasure entered her system as she felt the pull of his suction on her sensitive milk nub. She stroked his dick faster and in a firmer manner  and the volume of his leaking precum increased to help lubricate her hand slipping over it. He felt the tightening of his balls as this progressed. His hand drifted down to her snatch and he inserted two fingers into her and strummed her g spot as she nudged him closer and closer to orgasm, their communication now wordless and coming in the form of sighing and moaning. After a few more minutes of this, his penis splattered her stomach with his semen and she was just about ready to orgasm herself, his wetness coated fingers rapidly rubbing her upper vaginal wall seeking to trip her trigger. Five minutes later,  her body seized and then she emitted a string of extremely short and quick pants and screamed, "I'm cumming!" the welling pleasure inside of her warming her emotions.

She reached for a tissue to wipe his dripping cum off of her stomach and then he went down on her, licking her marshy cunt, the light of the room twinkling off of of the tiny drops of her natural lubricant on her moist jelly roll, the taste of which spurred him to keep at attacking her clit and slit with his lips and tongue, bringing her off with the frequency of trains pulling  into a Tokyo train station, his face emerging from her love furnace damp with those juices. She welcomed him into her arms as he climbed on top of her and inserted his stalk into her furrow, her chubby legs pulled up against her body while he pistoned that manhood in and out of her, the heaving of their bodies and the exertion creating a kind of crude, sensual ballet that reduced their perception of their worlds to just the two of them generally and what their body parts were telling them specifically as they sent ecstatic message after ecstatic message up the chain of their respective nervous systems until those particular data packets created such a logjam that it overloaded their circuits and they exorcised the crowding with sudden bursts of euphoria. The aroma in Christine's room was now dominated by the scent of their secretions as Christine and Carl writhed against each other until his cock opened up on her womb with round after round of warm semen.

He cuddled her ample form against him and kissed her, Christine having experienced her third fuck of the day. He was digging the sensation of her pillowy body against his as they wallowed in the afterglow. "This is so much better than doing it at lunch," she commented. "When we were done we had to run off for class, but here we can take our time and live more in the moment." "Yeah," he retorted. "It feels really good to just lay here and hold you." She smiled and intertwined her fingers in his.