COCK 'O THE WALK

Story by misfit446

This has been on the hard drive a bit too much. I'll throw it out and see what happens. If you like it let me know, otherwise this is a one shot.

COCK O’ THE WALK

Clifton Young High School stud Stephen Brennan was the scourge of the young, horny girls. Supposedly he’s popped more cherries than any guy before and fucked a third of the girls in his class. Brenda Evers heard of this and decided to test him both in prowess and stamina.

Brenda Evers walked into Clifton Young High with a knowing swagger. Her Oshkosh B’Gosh overalls billowed about her lithe body as her very large secret wobbled about her left leg while her overly large balls slithered about her right thigh. Being a new student didn’t phase the seventeen year old. She could hold her own.

The introductions in class of the new student were awkward yet satisfying for Brenda. She was pretty good with names and faces and worked hard to remember the ones she wanted to be friends with.

At lunch, Brenda sat by herself. She studied the students around her, watching which clique was which. It really wasn’t that hard. The geeks, the cools, the druggies, the goths and the socialites. There were a few others, like the dramas, the advanced placements and the athletes. But Brenda wanted to be in with the socialites. They usually were the best dressed, preppy, cute looking girls who were the true chameleons. To the outside world they were straight laced kids, but under the surface, they were wild, party loving, sex starved horny beings needing, wanting and dreaming of hard, steamy sex. Most were probably sexually active in one way or another. And Brenda hoped to be a part of those girls’ lives.

She laughed to herself as she thought of her Davis High School days. It was a good thing her dad got transferred to the corporate headquarters or she would have been found out by all. She made the mistake of showing Kimmy Peterson her long dick and word spread. Mostly among the girls, which was fine with Brenda. So she got invited to lots of sleepovers.

But Kimmy got possessive about Brenda’s cock. And that started a string of embarrassing encounters in public with the bitch screaming, crying and fighting. Brenda wanted to sample all she could but Kimmy wanted Brenda for herself.

Even with Brenda sneaking into Kimmy’s bedroom every night and fucking her to near unconsciousness, she still found afternoons with others. But ‘Kimmy The Kunt’ would always find out about those trysts and start another round of problems.

So when Brenda found out they were moving and quickly, she practically jumped with joy. No more problems. She convinced her parents that moving at night would help her to get over the sadness of leaving all her friends. So the truck was packed in darkness and drove off at dawn. The family slept on the floor in the new house with sleeping bags that first night to satisfy their only daughter.

Brenda slept very well. The stress and strain of daily high school life with Kimmycunt,, as she called her, was gone. She had a clear slate.

This time she wasn’t going to make the same mistake. She was going to be upfront right away. No one would own her or claim her. She wanted to be with them all. And anyone trying to do so was out of the rotation. Period.

She finished her milk, stood and grabbed her tray. She tossed the garbage out and put the tray on the stack. She turned and noticed a lot of the students were looking at her. She smiled and waved, walking out to the courtyard, hiding behind several large trees. She whipped out a cig and lit up, sucking the foul smoke deep into her lungs. Though she didn’t think she was addicted and had been off them for a month, she thought it would look cool and give her an aura of naughtiness.

The sun felt warm and welcoming. It was a good thing the new house had a pool which she planned on using a lot. And tanning was something she always wanted to do but never had the time with all the fucking she was doing.

So within a week, she had met Anya Morgenstern, probably the head socialite in the school. As their friendship got closer, Brenda found out that Anya was secretly sleeping with Stephen Brennan. He was a tall, nice looking boy on the golf team, yet socially dating Ken Stern.

But it was a secret for several reasons. “You’ve GOT to promise not to tell anyone.”

“Promise. But why all the creeping around? Hell, Ken is always around.”

“Oh, I can control Ken. He’s easy.”

“Wow. Pussy whipped?” Anya gasped at the words and nodded.

“I’m confused. So what about Stephen?”

Then Anya sighed and sat on her bed. “Because he isn’t in the group.”

“What group?”

“Well, us, you know, all the girls and guys that we hang with.”

“Oh.”

“Steve’s with the jocks really, being on the golf team and all.”

“But why can’t he be in both?” Brenda asked, playing along.

“Oh Brenda, you just don’t get it. He can’t. It’s like an unwritten

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