In Chapter one, David discovers that he's the only interesting guy in Ashton Flats, and after a scene at the swimming hole, he convinces several girls to become his harem sluts. This chapter will make more sense if you read "Day One in Ashton Flats" (Which is Chapter One of this story) first.
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I stood just outside the main door to Ashton Flats High School (72 students and 9 whole teachers—Ashton Flats isn't exactly cosmopolitan in scope) not really wanting to go in because—after yesterday's swimming hole event—I wasn't sure how I'd be greeted.
You wouldn't think so, but there's something about fucking the shit out of a naked almost-stranger in front of a hidden crowd of other girls, and then forcing them all to swear allegiance to my cock that can sort of unnerve a guy. They'd had all night to talk themselves out of remaining in my sexual servitude, and if they had, they'd probably hate me with a vengeance for the rest of time.
Or, they might still be willing thralls, keeping their word to suck me off, jack me, and ride me like the King Donkey they had sworn I was pretty much every time I said. And I had no idea which way "my" cluster of horny sluts would go: hatred or hand-jobs. If there was a third option, I couldn't see it, and it was making me nervous.
But there was no putting it off; the bell rang. It was time to face the music and find out how the school year—and the rest of my life, since I'd be living in Ashton Flats till Doomsday for all I knew—would play out.
I know that *they* should've been nervous, not me—but at best I was jangling from every nerve and high on adrenaline.
My first class was English, and I stepped into the classroom. The class went quiet and I just about died inside until I realized that the teacher had come in just behind me.
The teacher's name was Mrs. Hardcourt and she looked it. Tight black glasses pinched her stern nose shut, and her taut teacher-garb made her look the ultimate English Class's nightmare.
"We have a new student today," she intoned, and pointed at me with a piece of chalk. " David Branley."
"Uh, it's Barnley," I said.
"Well, David," she droned. "Perhaps you can tell us all a bit about yourself."
I looked around the room, realizing as I did that about five of the faces already looked familiar (though their owners were wearing substantially more than they had been clothed in the last time I had seen them); the rest of the class—about fifteen kids, counting me—was looking at me expectantly. Only two of the faces were male.
"Let's see. I'm David Barnley. I just moved in." I pointed vaguely toward my house, which was about six miles off. "But I figure you already know that."
Several of the girls smiled bashfully. The tall one from yesterday at the pond blushed herself hot pink. I lost my train of thought when I realized that the last thing the tall girl had said to me was "My mouth is your horny cunt, David."
Everyone was still staring at me, hanging on my awkward pause. "So I guess I'll get to know you all, uh, later," I finished lamely. I sat down.
The girl behind me, who I didn't recognize from the day before, kicked my chair and whispered "Twice." She winked. I know I blushed, but my cock was suddenly iron hard. Of course the girls in the room noticed; I hadn't felt that naked—or that distractedly horny—in my life.
Mrs. Hardcourt blabbed on and on about something—I have no idea what—and eventually broke us up into groups to work on the handout she distributed.
It was me, the tall girl, the girl from behind me, and two other girls in my group. They introduced themselves to me—in that order—as Becky, Carol, Summer, and Sam. Becky, the tall girl, was getting off on licking her lips and watching me squirm and harden.
Carol leaned over and said "I know I missed the 'swim meet' yesterday, but can I be on the team, too?" When I nodded, she slid her hand under her desk and placed her palm on my bulging zipper. Even the tiny finger movements she made, tracing circles through my jeans onto my balls, practically sent me over the edge. I nearly came several times during class, but Carol never let me.
