Back when I was a young buck at boarding school, my sex life was out of control.

All of us were a little out of control. Maybe it’s because we were young, horny, and removed from any parental supervision, but everyone was down to fuck (we were 18, after all). The sex was wild, awkward, and messy. Teenage stuff.

During my junior year, I had just broken up with my girlfriend, who I’d been with for years. She didn’t go to our school, so barely any of my classmates knew we’d split. But I was happy we were done; I wanted to be fucking blitzkrieg-style like the rest of my friends.

The funny thing was, the girls were totally in charge. There were rumors that a few of them even had a “Bang Book” where they rated all the boys they’d slept with in explicit categories. None of the guys had actually seen this alleged book, except for one dude who claimed he caught a glimpse of it on a girl’s bedside table after receiving an afternoon handjob.

One of the “Bang Book” authors was this loud, ballsy chick named Lillian. She was hot: tall with long brown hair, a resting bitch face, a perky little ass, and big double-Ds she squeezed into tight tank tops. Lillian was the kind of scary cunt who took two hours to perfect herself every morning, yet wouldn’t hesitate to ruin all of it if the need to fight came up. I once watched her rip out a clump of another girl’s hair. I always wondered what the fuck her parents did to her.

Lillian sat in the row beside me in math class. We rarely spoke, but shared glances every now and then. One day I was staring bored at our teacher, blabbing away, when I suddenly became distracted by a loud, repetitive tapping. I turned my head and noticed Lillian, drumming her long dagger nails on the desk and glaring right at me. Then she released a smile from her stuck-up, angry face, drew her finger to her mouth, and rubbed her lips.

I don’t remember how I reacted. I probably just concentrated on controlling my boner while gaping at her like a dumb dog. When I looked back toward the front of the room, she started the nail-drumming again. I glanced back again and she smiled.

“Wanna fuck?” she mouthed.

After what seemed like the longest class of my life, Lillian slithered up to me and my more-than-ready cock. “Let’s go to your room,” I said.

Lillian smiled, grabbed my hand, and dragged me down the hall. She was dominating, normally something I’m not attracted to, but I was game. You know how it is. Fucking her would be a prize complete with endless bragging rights.

When we got to her dorm room, Lillian shoved open the door and pulled me inside. Immediately, I went for it. I pulled her toward me, cradling her waist and smashing those big, bouncing tits right up against me.

Lillian was an excellent kisser. Nothing about her was timid. She undid my pants and wrapped her fingers around my rock-hard cock. Then she moved her hand up, spit into her palm, then moved it back down, stroking my cock at just the right speed.

After a  minute or two of kissing and handjobbing, Lillian dropped to her knees and grabbed my ass, shoving my entire dick into her warm, soft mouth. She bobbed and stroked, working her tongue like a magician while her free hand played with my ready-to-explode ball sac.

I had never gotten a blowjob that good before. Lillian moaned and looked up at me, sucking all the way to the head and pulling her mouth off, letting a tight rope of spit string from her lips to my cock. Then she shot herself up, ripped off her tank top, and pulled me back onto the bed.

Reaching under her skirt, I realized Lillian wasn’t wearing any underwear, and got even harder. I said nothing, just fingered her tight, creamy pussy. Her tits looked like they were going to strangle her neck.

“Stick it in me,” she demanded.

I shoved my cock inside her and fucked with all the vigor I had in my horny teenage body. I don’t know how long it lasted — probably a lot less than I remember. Lillian was whimpering, moaning like a little puppy as she pulled at my neck and I thrust as hard as I could. Her cunt was dripping wet and tighter than a pinhole.

When I was about to come, I pulled out and hoisted on top of her, ready to come on her tits. Instead, she grabbed my dick and started sucking it again until I exploded a load so big down her throat that it dribbled out onto her chin and all over her neck. She slurped, gave me one final send off suck, and then swallowed. I fell backwards, feeling like I was going to pass out.

Suddenly, Lillian got up, walked to her closet, and pulled on some sweatpants. She sat back down, gave me a kiss, and resumed her resting bitch face.

“I’m going to say eight out of ten,” she smirked. “Not bad.”

I was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, I laughed.

She raised her eyebrows and gestured towards the door. “You can go now,” she said.

What the fuck? Somewhat offended, I grabbed my clothes and dressed quickly, trying to get the hell out of there.

But then it occurred to me — I’d just fucked Lillian, queen bitch of our school, in between math and science class. What did it matter that she was booting me out after ranking me in her “Bang Book”? I couldn’t wait to brag about it to all my horny friends.

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