Socializing in the Cafeteria

Trish was starting to really enjoy being a slut. Like, really coming around.

What was so bad about liking to have sex? Wanting to have sex as much as humanly possible? Slut-shaming was bull-shit. Alpha males like Ryan were fucking worshiped like gods for being studs, showing off their big dicks and fucking whatever girl happened to strike their fancy. Yet when a girl sat back and spread her legs to some random dude it became this huge societal faux pas. Complete bullshit.

No, she was still going to go to CU and study Nuclear Engineering. She was going to make a ton of money, learn how to split the atom, and provide endless energy to fuel the future. She was also going to have fuck ton of sex and actually enjoy herself without giving a shit about the rules her Judeo-Christian patriarchal society wanted to muzzle her pussy with. Granted, she was only going to fuck the guys Ryan wanted her too but that was just common sense. She was Ryan's slut after all.

And if Ryan wanted to keep her to himself... well, that wasn't so bad either. Sex with him had been ten times better than the asshole beta she'd lost her virginity with.

Currently, she was having a rather exciting moment stuffed under Ryan's lunch table alongside Gianna sucking Ryan's huge yummy cock. She was licking up it's length while the other girl cradled his sizeable nuts in her hands, just sucking at the loose pouch they were in. She'd never felt anything like this. It was scary, but kinda cool. She really loved his fucking huge dick. It smelled heavenly. Hunkering down, practically sitting on her heels, she gingerly licked it to get a taste and immediately fell madly in love. Fire, hot and sexy, shot down her tongue and through her whole body, almost making her fall over. Trish's hand gripped tight, holding her up for another taste. It was like Ryan was built to hold onto with both hands. She licked all around the top and made him squirm. She was doing it right!

"So hey man. What does a guy have to do to earn some of that slut pussy?" That was Terry above.

It seemed like half Mrs. Moore's class had decided to make Ryan's lunch table their new port of call. Trish could actually recall seeing where Ryan sat in the past, basically an Outcast's table, barely filled with an ever revolving cast of wanderers who had no true place of their own. Weird, given how hot he was. But he'd been a loner who barely spoke before his renaissance of confidence recently. In any event, their class had turned abruptly into a Clique all on their own due to the natural consequence of all of them becoming pseudo school celebrities due to the well publicized orgy. Other students were either jealous or disdainful, or full of excited curiosity asking so many questions. No surprise that they'd naturally banded together after the onslaught of interest. It didn't hurt that they were a tribe of sorts and Ryan was their leader. Mrs. Moore had asked them to think of themselves that way and given the circumstances, it came easily.

Terry's out of nowhere comment was met with complaints from the girls at the table and apparently a balled up napkin bouncing off his head based on his squawk of complaint. Trish didn't care. She had a big cock to suck, but pleasuring Ryan didn't take up too much of her attention and it was easy to pay attention to the discussion above.

"Hey! Hey!" Terry exclaimed, "I'm just asking! Andrew got some!"

"I'm his best friend! That's how! Not to mention I supplied him with my hot-ass mom!"

Trish was jealous of that hot-ass mom. She was sitting beside Ryan and Trish actually had an arm holding herself up across both Ryan's and the older woman's thick thighs. Ryan actually owned Mrs. O'Brien. There would definitely be a loss of independence if her relationship with the alpha-male were that solid, but there was no denying that Kelly held a place of importance and supremacy that his mere sluts, even Christine, couldn't hold a candle to.

Though when Ryan spoke, her ears perked up naturally, "Hehe... Right about when you swear your undying loyalty to me, man."

Whether it was a joke or not, Terry's response was instant, "I swear! I swear it, Ryan!"

There were laughs and comments around the table, no one taking it too seriously but then Ryan said, "Alright. Now all you've got to do is drop your pants right here and one of my sluts will be right over."

"Holy shit."

"Really?"

"You're not going to do it, are you?"

"Ryan's getting blown..."

"Yea, but he's Ryan."

"Hey! I got head from Mrs. Moore today, in class!"

"Yea, we know. We were all there."

"I'm just saying..."

Trish could hear the sound of Terry hastily taking off his pants and Ryan said with a chuckle, "Alright. Just a blowjob for now. I'll let you fuck one if you come to the tattoo parlor after school."

More people loudly talked over each other above after that statement. Some boys asking if they'd get to fuck a slut if they showed up. Some girls complaining about the boys' boorishness. Trish guessed she knew what she was going to be doing when she wasn't getting the tattoo Ryan was insisting on later. She felt Gianna's elbow dig into her side pointedly. Oh, she was the slut who had to suck Terry's dick now, huh?

Ehh... She didn't mind. She crawled backwards, extracting herself from between Ryan's thighs feeling a bit smug. The others were all holding it over her for not jumping into perfect slut-dom right off the bat and here Gianna was trying to act like she had some special relationship with Ryan. Like they were in love or something and she deserved the top spot between his legs. Dumb cunt. Christine with Kelly's help had already obtained the absurd position as 'top slut' or 'chief of sluts' or whatever. Pretty sure there wasn't any other way to be one of Ryan's sluts. They were basically sex on legs for him, at his command. He certainly wasn't falling in love with any of them. Had Gianna been there when he'd casually fucked that non-slut Tomi just because he could?

Trish scrunched herself up and moved around between all of the legs and feet making the space between the table claustrophobic. Cumming was all she lived for, that and making dicks spray pathetically, she thought as she found Terry with his pants and boxers down around his ankles. His dick was hard and standing up, and it looked hilariously insignificant compared to Ryan's huge cock. Still, the thought of sucking him was kind of hot anyway. Her mouth watered. Between her legs watered. All this wet, she'd been boiling hot, ready to trot ever since Mrs. Moore's class, no matter how much she'd tried to deny it at first.

She pushed between his skinny thighs and grabbed his dick, honestly eagerly, engulfing the tip. Terry let out this absolute oafish groan above, his hands lightly clutching at the back of her head. He was easy to swallow whole, though pressing her nostrils into his pubes was not ideal to say the least. Not heavenly. But nasty and hot all the same. Terry was built to hold gingerly with the finger-tips of one hand and she stroked him lightly and tongued his small nut-sack when she wasn't bobbing her head on him.

"Hold still for me, will ya?" Ryan said and Trish found herself trying to figure out what he was doing. If it was fairly easy to suck Ryan while still paying attention to the conversation around the table, it was even simpler to do so with Terry. She was just banging her head back and forth and the guy was reacting like she was sucking out his soul through his dick, moaning like a little bitch!

"God, what's he going to write on Lisa?" she heard Nadjia whisper above. Someone adding, "Ryan's always writing on people. Isn't that weird?"

After a few moments, Ryan asked, "Okay, so what's the difference between being my slut or being my groupie?"

"Yea! I think that's like basically the same thing!" That was Daniel Cross.

"Not always." Rachael Inaba.

Lisa's voice had a manic quality to it suddenly, "Well, I'm all about you, Ryan, just how cool you are and great... like you're the best!"

"Okay, but would you sleep with him?" asked Christine.

"Of course, I would! That would be a dream come true for me!" For every other girl here too, thought Trish derisively, they all wanted to fuck him. Who wanted worthless seed making a baby inside them? Well, she did, but that was because it was sick and hot, wholly separate from the prospect of getting the best genetics for her offspring.

Lindsey deadpanned, "So no difference then."

"Haha... but don't all you girls want to fuck him? Because he's the alpha male?" said some guy she couldn't picture.

Trish couldn't figure out what they were all talking about. Didn't much care either. Little drops of stuff were oozing out the tip of Terry's dick, not tasting half-bad. Salty. She was so horny. What she wanted to do was touch herself but her jeans wouldn't let her. They were pulled tight enough to keep her hands off, away from the focal point of her exquisite hunger, but they were also too taut for her to rub through or/and squeeze her way to a much needed orgasm. Fuck, she needed to get Ryan to fuck her again. He had felt sooooo big inside her! Orgasm city right from the get go.

"Oh hey, Dean." Ryan called out. Apparently the school QB had shown up, "Glad you could make it."

"Well, yea. Christine texted. You had something you wanted to talk about?"

"That's right. But let's go somewhere more private."

Trish would have paid more attention but Terry had just came in like two minutes from her oral efforts and she was too busy sucking down his salty seed as he actually forcefully gripped the back of her head and pushed her down into his crotch.

"Kelly, continue to hold court for me, will you?"

"Of course, baby."