Alex wins, barely.

Warning: Character Development and World Building. If you don’t like dialogue, get out now. But don't worry, there's plenty of sex, too!

Alex’s heart was pounding. She was whimpering with every rise and fall of her body. Mike’s perfect cock was hitting parts of her that had never been stimulated before. And she couldn’t let herself cum. He was kneading her breasts with his hands. She had both hands on his chest now, looking deep into his lust filled eyes. His obvious desire for her made her feel incredible. A week ago, she was the tall, gangly, wannabe slut of her high school with the big tits and no social life. Now she was fucking one of the hottest guys she’d ever seen in a school-issued orgy in an effort to fuck the hottest woman she’d ever seen.

Alex bit down on her own tongue. She’d regret it later, but the pain helped distract her from the pleasure.

After what felt like hours riding him, Mike counterattacked with the swiftness and lust she’d started to expect. He surged forward, Alex landing on her back, her arms spread wide. She wrapped her long legs around him as he started really pounding into her.

Suddenly she had an epiphany, and she stopped moving entirely. Let him do the work, she thought to herself. This is just like the two-kilometer run. The one that works at the beginning usually loses.

She looked up at the skylights while Mike rammed his massive cock into her. She moaned with every thrust, but refused to help him make her cum. She grit her teeth and shut her eyes. She remembered her track training, the constant warmup runs, the cardio (not nearly as fun as this world’s cardio), the coaches, she remembered the other Mike, Mike Holloway, close to graduation and about to get a scholarship to Oregon, before bombing out because he was caught smoking weed on campus. She tried not to think about the beautiful dick in her cunt. She tried not to think about how his mouth felt on her breast. How each motion he made brought her more and more pleasure.

Then he yelled. Alex’s eyes bolted open, she could feel his dick throbbing. She might actually win this! With her hand, she took the back of his head and drew him into a deep kiss, and used her legs to help him pound her.

And it was magical. His face in a grimace, he couldn’t take it anymore. She yelped as the first bolt of cum erupted from his cock and splashed against her insides. She dug her fingers into his arms and gripped tightly, letting out a yell of her own. She wasn’t going to orgasm. She wasn’t! He kept thrusting into her as he came, flooding her pussy with his hot cum. Finally, he fell back and out of her pussy, landing on his ass with audible whump.

“Holy shit,” he said.

She desperately gripped her pussy with both hands and rolled on to her side, burying her face into the mat. “I need to cum I need to cum I NEED TO CUM!” she screamed. Her body didn’t understand why she didn’t orgasm, it was rebelling against her, her pussy was spasming wildly, and her hands were soaked with their combined love juices.

“Mike, a word?” she could hear Ms. Bichir say. What?

She looked up and watched as Ms. Bichir dragged Mike away and started grilling him about something. Her high was coming down hard and a feeling of dread washed over her. Ms. Bichir was angry, and Alex didn’t know why. She did what her teacher said! Why would she be angry?

Ms. Bichir made her way back to Alex. “You. Get up, and come to my office.”

No, no, no, no! What’s going on?!

Alex pulled herself to her feet. It was tough, she was really wobbly. Someone helped her up, one of the girls she didn’t know. “Thanks,” Alex choked out. She could feel the lake of cum that Mike left her oozing out of her pussy and down her leg, she kept a hand there trying to preserve it. It felt really good inside her.

Ms. Bichir’s office was larger than Alex expected, a large space with a desk surrounded by chairs, a couch, and a trophy case with several entries. Alex wobbly sat down at one of the visitor chairs, and Ms. Bichir took the other one.

“Who the hell are you?” Ms. Bichir asked.

“What?” Alex asked, baffled.

“You’re no prude worlder. I’ve been trying to get Mike to help me start a power-fucking team for this school, and you out-fuck him day one? No way. Did Alexandria Arton pay you to take classes for her? Is that what’s going on?”

“Are you FUCKING kidding me!?” Alex bellowed, taking Ms. Bichir aback. “You have my ID, you have my file, and you’re seriously coming at me with his bullshit?” Alex was furious.

“Don’t make me call your parents,” Ms. Bichir threatened, not nearly as confident.

“Please do.” Alex grabbed the phone from the desk and put it next to Ms. Bichir. Her pussy was in intense pain, but it almost felt like the pain in her heart was worse. How could this be happening?

Ms. Bichir silently checked her iPad, then picked up the phone and dialed a number. She then hit the speaker button. The call rang twice then picked up.

“Theodore Arton speaking,” Alex’s father said. A feint but distinctly male “uh, uh, uh,” sound, along with a light smacking, could be heard.

“Hi Dad,” Alex said, frowning at Ms. Bichir.

“Hey Pumpkin,” Ted replied. Ms. Bichir’s facial expression immediately changed. She knew she messed up badly.

“Who’s that?” a male voice said faintly. The sounds of sex had stopped.

“It’s my daughter,” her father whispered. Wait, what…? “Is everything okay, Alex?” he asked her. “It’s pretty early. Is school too rough for you? I can come and pick you up.”

Ms. Bichir came to the rescue. “Mr. Arton, this is Mariana Bichir, I’m Alex’s gym coach. Everything’s fine. In fact, she really impressed me in training today, and I wanted to ask you if you’d consider letting me place her in some advanced extracurriculars. I’d love to have her on the team.”

“That sounds great—“ her father started.

“Who are you fucking?” Alex interrupted. Ms. Bichir looked immediately concerned. “I can hear him on the call. You’re fucking him; who is that?”

“Now, Pumpkin, hang on.”

No way. That was not happening. First Bichir and then Dad? “Does Mom know?”

“Well I’m sure she assumed—“

“She assumed?!” Alex was getting angrier and angrier. “Is this why we came to the Sexworld? So you could fuck guys behind mom’s back? That’s why you uprooted us? And you just assume Mom’s okay with you fucking other people? Okay with you plowing some strange man’s asshole? Or that me and Pat and Rach will be okay thrown into a worldwide clusterfuck? Is that what’s going on here?”

“Honey, I can explain—“

Alex picked up the receiver in a rage. “EXPLAIN IT TO MOM!” she screamed, then slammed down the phone. “FUCK!” she yelled.

Ms. Bichir’s reaction was instant. She closed the gap between them and kissed Alex deeply, sucking down Alex’s tongue and cupping Alex’s vagina with her hand. Alex moaned deeply. Dad can go fuck himself, this is what she wanted. This is what she fought for.

Ms. Bichir kissed Alex’s neck, prompting Alex to let out an “Oh God, yes.” She trailed down Alex’s body, kissing her shoulder, her chest, taking a sensitive nipple into her mouth. Alex had both of her hands on Ms. Bichir’s shoulders. Her fingers’s played lightly on Alex’s skin, drawing new sensations out of her and making her moan. The twenty-something then continued, kissing Alex’s stomach, her hips… Ms. Bichir’s target was very clear.

It was like the world was made right again when her beautiful teacher reached her pussy. Alex had both of her hands wrapped in Ms. Bichir’s black curls, moaning as the woman licked her pussy lips, occasionally putting her tongue as deep into her as it would go, and used her fingers to stimulate Alex’s clit. Cassie may have been great just an hour ago, but her teacher was on a whole other level. This was a woman who knew exactly how to get a reaction out of Alex, and it succeeded incredibly.

Alex’s orgasm was monumental. The built up release of the constant physical stimulation from Mike and Ms. Bichir both exploded out of Alex like a firecracker. She screamed in orgasmic seizure as she flopped around in the chair, shaking and arching her back. It was the single biggest orgasm Alex had ever had, bar none.

Alex flopped back into the chair, spent. Her pussy was still convulsing. Ms. Bichir took her hands and pulled her towards the couch, before they both crashed into it side-by-side. Alex had Ms. Bichir by the shoulders, and was licking some of her own juices and Mike’s cum from her teacher’s jaw. She’d promised herself that Ms. Bichir would clean out Mike’s cum, and she got her wish. Ms. Bichir was playing a hand on Alex’s thigh, and Alex was really glad she shaved this morning.

“I am so, so sorry,” Ms. Bichir said.

“You do that to me again in a bit, and I think I can forgive you,” Alex teased, then kissed her on the cheek.

“Deal.” She looked at Alex. “You know, it’s okay if your dad is having sex with men.”

Alex shook her head. Ms. Bichir rested her head on Alex’s shoulder. Alex had never been big on post-sex cuddling, but this was really nice. “That’s not it. At all. People can fuck who they want.” She took a breath. “It’s like you said, there are rules. Dad broke them. I mean, he’s always breaking them, but… I’ve never had the guts to call him out on it before.”

“Sounds like things aren’t so great at home.”

She shook her head again. “They aren’t. We’re really good at pretending they are, but Dad is… he’s always been the man in charge, telling us how we should live our lives, right? And he always just makes those decisions. Like, I grew up Catholic. Then when I was like, ten, Dad said we’re done with church and we’re no longer Catholic and that was that. He’d tell us, ‘study to be a doctor or a lawyer so you can make a lot of money’ while he works a shitty office job and spends his money on those stupid cell phone games. Or how he tells Mom that she ‘needs to cook for us more’ when he’s never home for dinner and Mom just went back to work. Or he tells us not to smoke when he’s always smoking in the bathroom. And now he drags us here just so he has an excuse to fuck around.”

“I thought you liked it here,” Ms. Bichir said.

“I love it here!” Alex looked her straight in the eyes, their foreheads touching. “Remember how I called it heaven earlier? I wasn’t exaggerating. This place has woken up something in me that I didn’t think I had.”

“I can tell!” Ms. Bichir laughed. “I had no idea that a prude worlder could do half of what you did today.”

“I think I’ve always been this way,” Alex played with her pussy lightly. “When I first got to high school, I wanted to have sex with pretty much everyone I saw. Oh, he’s hot. Ooh, she’s pretty. I wonder how her pussy tastes. I wonder how his cock feels. All of that. But I could never act on it, because in my world if you’re a girl and you fuck around too much, you’re shamed as a slut and everyone thinks you’re shit. And God forbid you admit to liking someone the same sex as you in the Midwest. But my pussy was on fire, and I didn’t even know it.

“So I first had sex when I was a freshman, and we were in his mom’s car or something, and it was awful. It was awkward and messy and… I don’t even think I knew what an orgasm was. I had a few boyfriends after that, nothing went anywhere, and the sex was really mediocre. So maybe it wasn’t sex I was after. I tried out for track, and it turns out I’m pretty decent. I threw myself into that, getting all that energy out, and it was great. Pole vault, that was my sport. I wasn’t good enough for a free ride scholarship somewhere, but it would have helped.” Alex grabbed her breasts. Her meaty C-cups have always been an embarrassment to her. “Then these came in. My balance was shot, so I switched over to running. Thought about… I don’t know, decathlon or something.” She sighed. “And before I could really get good at that, Dad said ‘we’re moving to the Sexworld,’ and then I came here, and I literally had sex with the first two people I met, and… well, you’ve seen the rest.

“This world is perfect; it’s everything I ever wanted and more. There’s no worrying about STDs. You perfected birth control so there’s no risk of unwanted pregnancy. I don’t have to hide who I am. If I want to have sex, I can, and it doesn’t matter who with. Boys, girls, teachers, students, strangers, and everyone in between.” She smiled dreamily. “After years of hiding who I am, I can be who I was meant to. I’ve had sex with six guys before today, just six. I’m going to double that count by… what, second period? You keep calling me a prude worlder, and I don’t think that’s right. I may have been born there, but I belong here.” She giggled, but then sobered up. “Now I just need to find a sport to help pay for college, and I think I’m good.”

“Power-fucking,” Ms. Bichir said instantly. “I meant what I said to your father. You beat Mike day one, and he was the guy I was going to use to get this school competing, and you didn’t cheat like I… thought like the big dumb idiot I can be sometimes. Yes, he got overconfident, and yes you need some major work on your technique, but you impressed me. You could compete in the big leagues, for sure.”

“Big league power-fucking. That sounds… Jesus, I can only imagine telling my parents. ‘Hey Mom, hey Dad, I’m going to go to a big college because I am just that good at sex.’ If I wasn’t living it, that would sound ridiculous.” She started cracking up. Then she kissed Ms. Bichir on the cheek. “You know I only won because I wanted to get into your pants, right?”

“Oh, no. No, no, no, Just-Alex.” Ms. Bichir said. “No teacher crushes. We only just met.”

Alex kissed her again, this time right on the lips. “Too late,” she admitted. “And you have to stop the Just-Alex thing. It’s really dumb.”

“Hey! I think it’s cute!” Ms. Bichir exclaimed. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. It was a thing my first husband did. I told him to call me ‘Just Mari,’ and it’s been Just-Mari ever since.”

“Aw, that is cute... if you’re a huge dork. Too bad you broke up.”

Ms. Bichir gave Alex a look. “What are you talking about? We didn’t break up.”

“But you said first husband.” Alex was getting confused.

“Well, yeah, I have two.”

She couldn’t believe her ears. “You’re married to two different people?”

Ms. Bichir smirked. “No, I’m married to three different people.” Always the tease, this one. “You didn’t think I’d only marry guys did you? Where’s the variety?”

Alex flopped back on to the couch. Ms. Bichir once again buried her face into the crook of Alex’s shoulder, and started laughing. “I love this world. I fuckin’ love it.” Alex was coming to the realization that she had been hopelessly naïve about the Sexworld.

“What, that’s weird to you?” Ms. Bichir asked. “What’s marriage like where you’re from?”

“Mostly? It’s just between two people,” Alex replied. “And mostly between just a man and a woman, though I think we’re starting to get our heads out of our asses on that one.”

“Sounds boring,” her teacher said. “Seriously, how does that work? Just two people?”

Alex laughed. “Looking at our divorce rates, not that great.” She looked at Ms. Bichir. “Hey, I have a thought. Why don’t you tell me about your first husband? How does a sexy, awesome sexworlder meet her future husband?”

“Oh, you don’t want to hear that. It’s silly.”

She looked Ms. Bichir over. “Maybe there’s something I can do to convince you…”