Big Dick, Smallville, Chapter 9: Victoria
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Dad and I were in the media room, watching football on the big screen. Dad made a couple comments about how I was way better than any of the players, and since it was true, I let it go. It felt like bad sportsmanship to rub it in like that, though. "Idiot!" He shouted, as the quarterback got tackled. "Man, if that was you, the guy wouldn't even have touched you," he said, taking a drink. "I made the wrong bet, this team sucks."

"I mean, you know how it is, Dad. Any given Sunday," I said, and he let out a sigh, even rolling his eyes. He didn't do any better than chance. Frankly, I think he did worse. People like betting on longshots, since turning a hundred into three hundred feels better than turning it into a hundred-fifty, and it makes the odds on them worse. My dad was no exception, as he had once again bet on the team that was the favorite to lose.

"Bah. They should be doing better," he said, waving his hand angrily at the screen before taking another long swig of his beer bottle.

I decided to change the subject from his probably-lost money. "How'd it go with that chick you met on Tinder?" I'd used the app a couple times, but it was just so impersonal. Part of what makes a girl hot is her personality, and the only personality I could ever identify from a profile was "crazy bitch". I felt bad for my dad, since he was relying on it to meet chicks nowadays. I knew I was getting the best results, since Tinder had an Elo, and it was still like a dead version of sex.

"Flaked again," he said, then belched. "Fucking ref!" He said, throwing a bit of trash at the screen as the ref made what I could only assume was a perfectly reasonable call that made Dad's chances of winning his money even worse. A loud knock came from the door. "Go check the door, kid," he said, and I got up to do exactly that, opening it to see Lex Luthor.

"Hello," he said, offering his hand. "I'm Lex, we met earlier at my plant."

"I remember." I decided to take his hand and shake it. "Surprised to see you coming down here. Worried I'm going to sue?"

"No, I wanted to offer my personal thanks," he said. "You helped save the lives of the hostages, and while my father denies all responsibility, the information you gave may help Earl Jenkins survive his condition. I personally have seen to ensuring he receives the best medical care possible."

"Okay. Good for you." Really had no idea why he was telling me this.

He let out a small laugh. "Sorry. What I mean to say is, thank you, Dick. I wanted to extend a bit more gratitude than just saying those words, so..." He paused, taking a step back, and gesturing towards the driveway. There was what was presumably his car - some sleek overpriced thing rich idiots bought because they couldn't think of anything better to spend their money on and were haunted by the idea of it just accruing interest, it could've been a Lamborghini or a BMW or a Mercedes-Benz, I actively avoided giving a shit - but also a second car, wrapped in a big old gift bow. It was a fairly nice red sports car. "I didn't want to go crazy on it." Oh. Just buying me a car, nothing crazy. "I'll have to write you a check if you want it, since there's taxes and registration fees and all that. I assume your father won't be opposed?"

"Hey Dad," I called out back into the home. "Guy wants to give me a free car, says he'll pay for taxes. Can I have it?"

"Yeah," Dad called back. "Wait, guy?" He added, a moment later.

"Yeah," I said, turning my attention back to Lex.

"In addition, if you choose to pursue legal action against LuthorCorp for some reason, this is in no way a payoff. That's in the paperwork too. You did a truly good thing, and you deserve a reward for it. That's all this is."

"Well... thanks," I said. It was weird. I hadn't previously been rewarded for doing the right thing, unless you counted sexually satisfying needy women. Or sex because a girl liked me more after I did the right thing. Okay, I could think of plenty of times I'd been rewarded for doing the right thing. Just not with an expensive new car.

"I'm hosting a charity gala at the Luthor Hall Collection at the Metropolis Museum; you can consider yourself invited. You can bring a girlfriend as well."

"I don't have a girlfriend," I said, pretty much on reflex - it was something that I had to make clear to the girls I was fucking, so nobody got too attached and thought they were special just because I made them come their brains out. Lex looked at me with obvious suspicion in his eyes, one eyebrow rising in challenge. I guess I am a six foot buff, gregarious guy, so it'd be pretty hard to believe I was single, but at the very least I could be between girlfriends, so I had no idea why he was particularly suspicious. "I have girls I like and have sex with." He let out a laugh at that, lips curling up into a genuine smile.

"Well, if any of them would like to go on a date like that, you can feel free to invite them. Otherwise, if you've got an interest in history, you can just come to the gala."

"I might go, sure," I said, with a shrug. To be honest, I was planning on it the moment he invited me. It was a chance for me to possibly find a lonely woman who was really, genuinely rich. Obviously I wasn't going to get hitched to some chick just because she had eight or nine digits of assets, but sex with well-off women was very nice because if you were good at it (I was), the women will give you all sorts of nice gifts.

"I'll look forward to seeing you again," he said, starting to leave before turning back. "Oh, and, one last time in case I forgot, Dick - thanks for what you did."

"You're welcome," I said, earning another smile and laugh.

"Not the humble type, I see." He gave me a clap on the shoulder, before heading back to his own car and driving off.

I watched the rest of the game with my dad. He, predictably, lost his money and got mad at the team he bet on.

* * *

Moira had actually been incredibly interested in getting me a proper suit when I mentioned that I needed the money for it. She pretty much treated me like a doll to play dress-up with the whole time, and barely even seemed to think about our normal post-purchase screw. Well, until it was well and truly fitted and tailored. Then she was a woman in heat. I guess she liked guys that were dressed nice.

The charity gala itself was weird. A lot of old people were there, naturally, and I could chat with them well enough, but I wasn't here to meet old dudes and older ladies. I looked around for any attractive girls who were single, and soon found one.

I just walked right up to her without hesitation, planting one hand gently on her bare shoulder to get her attention. "Hmm?" She hummed, turning my way. Her eyes seemed interested, as she took me in. I was definitely interested in her - she looked only a few years older than me, early twenties rather than teen, and she also looked smoking hot, and given she was here, probably rich. "Oh. Hello."

"Hello," I said, offering her my hand. "Dick. You are?"

She took my hand, and I naturally spun it around and kissed the back, earning a small laugh from her. Yeah, she was interested. One trick with women, to tell if they're interested or not, is to do just one thing that pushes at the limits of what's normal flirting and conversation. If they laugh it off and smile, they're generally into it. Unless it's an uncomfortable laugh or an awkward smile, obviously. "Victoria Hardwick," she said, like the name should mean something to me. It probably would have, if I wasn't invited here out of some sense of gratitude on the part of Lex, and instead had been another rich guy.

"Nice to meet you, Victoria," I said, like I actually knew who the fuck the Hardwicks were. "Want to grab a quick drink before the main festivities start? If you can call them festivities, anyway."

She smiled gingerly at that. "Sure."

* * *

Within ten minutes, we'd made our way to a supply closet, and she was panting as our lips mashed against one another, her hands running up under my shirt to slide up my chest. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, in between kisses.

It was such a ridiculously cliched line that my bottled response came out of my lips on automatic. "Well, you are, and I'm glad you are," I told her, my own hands groping that lovely round rump of hers as our lips pushed into each other once again. Her lips tasted faintly of strawberries, as we kissed, my fingers sinking into her nice ass as her tits pushed into my chest.

For a long few moments, her hands were only concerned with my chest, running along my abs, my pecs - but then she pressed deep enough against me to feel my erection, and her eyebrows rose, a faint hum of curiosity escaping her lips. One hand slid down at that point, worming its way into my suit pants, and she let out a gasp of surprise as her fingers wrapped around my cock, as her senses informed her that the thick, hard thing she felt in between my legs wasn't a toy or some rolled up socks or any other kind of stuffing, but my actual, genuine cock.

"That's big," she breathed out.

"Want to see if it fits?" I asked her. Women generally did - after all, they'd never get an opportunity to try out a real cock as big as mine probably ever again in their life.

There was a moment of genuine hesitation, her eyes going to the door, and I honestly thought maybe she was one of those girls who actually would stop you at some point because they don't want it. Then she turned around, putting her hands against the wall. "I like it from behind," she told me. "Don't make a mess," she added, as I pushed up her dress.

"Wasn't planning on it," I told her, pushing her panties to one side before slipping inside her waiting sex. She gasped at the feeling of me filling her up, slowly but surely making my way inside. One of my hands slid around her, finding her clit and teasing it with my fingertips. By the way her breath quickened and her heart rate rose, I could tell she liked it, as I rolled my fingertips one by one across it, an up-and-down rhythm that made her squirm, leaking her juices all over my cock, her inner walls squeezing me.

"Fuh, fuck," she panted, as I finally finished completely plugging her up with my cock, my whole length getting lodged entirely inside her. She felt nice around my dick, tight as hell as I just stayed there. Her fingers seemed to claw at the wall as she just gasped and squirmed. "My breast, play with, my nipple," she breathed out, and I dutifully used my other hand to reach up for her breast, gently rolling my fingertip along the nipple, toying with it from different directions, slowly but surely increasing the intensity of the sensations I was bringing to bear on her hot body.

* * *

Victoria had never been fucked like this. Dick's cock was simply enormous by any standards. She bit her lower lip to stifle a moan, as he ground himself inside her, continuing to play with her nipple and clit. His fingers kept playing, teasing, rolling, doing such an incredible job and only getting better as he worked. No guy she'd been with compared, either in terms of raw attentiveness and skill, or in terms of how big he was. Dick was porn star big, and she had to admit to a little jealousy that porn starlets got to get fucked by cocks this big every day.

Her biggest previous partner was seven inches; this guy had a full foot longer. Her most attentive previous partner had been Lex, but as a powerful orgasm hit her, she knew that Lex had never made her come this fast. Her legs shook beneath her, hot pants escaping her throat as she trembled, her heart racing from the pleasure that coursed through her whole body. Dick just kept up his work, playing with her nipple, playing with her clit. She felt like a worm on a hook, with that cock inside her. He wasn't even thrusting, and she'd already come.

"You like it, huh?" Dick breathed the question, exuding it like it was just an assumption of the reality she lived in. Not that he was wrong to do so - she definitely did like it, liked having him inside her. Liked the way his hands played with her nipples and clit. She nodded rapidly, greedily, wanting more. "Don't worry, there's plenty more," he told her, giving her neck a soft kiss - then he started to peel back.

If him lodging himself inside her had been a mind-numbing experience, something entirely new and fresh that left her gasping for air, him pulling out was like she was being turned inside out. Her inner walls clung to him, seeming to want to follow him. Every inch he pulled back, she gasped, her toes curling in her heels. She could feel the nipple that Dick wasn't playing with scrape against her dress, and she worried that she was going to become too much of a mess, just from this, even though all she was doing, was sitting there, hands against the wall. She had come to this damn gala for Lex, after all, but here she was, getting screwed by another man.

She just exhaled, as he paused his movement out of her. She couldn't tell how much of him was out of her, but it felt like half was still inside - which meant she was about as full as she had been with Lex, back when they'd been together. Dick was just that big. Her breathing was ragged as he started to push in again, and she squirmed, almost whimpering as she tried to restrain herself, not to make any noise or attract any attention - then his balls slapped at her clit again, and she let out a lewd cry, a staccato noise of ecstasy as she jerked atop him.

He grinned at that, kissing his way up to her earlobe. "Come all you want, make all the noise you want. Nobody's nearby," he said. She just shivered and jerked on his cock, as he rested entirely inside her, knowing that he was definitely enjoying himself as her pussy squeezed and gripped and did its best to milk an orgasm out of him. Fuck. She really had meant to come here for Lex, and she'd gotten completely distracted by this... well, she could meet with Lex again after the gala, if this took too long, she rationalized, as he began to slowly peel out of her again, that inside-out feeling making her gasp again.

"I'm on the pill," she told him. "You can come whenever you want." He just pushed back inside her at a lethargic pace.

"I pull out anyway," he told her, giving her clit another quick brush. "No sense in taking the risk you messed up."

"I puh, put a timer, on my phone," she defended herself, but he only responded by upping his pace inside her, his fingers against her clit brushing that little bit faster. Her legs pretty much turned to jelly inside a few seconds, as he rutted inside her, and she moaned beneath his attentions, her pussy squeezing, clamping, as pleasure coursed up her spine. She couldn't keep it in any longer, couldn't keep it quiet. She'd have to trust he was right, and there was nobody there, because he was just getting better and better, his fingers sliding across her bare skin, making her toes curl in ecstasy. Hot breaths escaped her throat, her head casting back, and she came again on that big, fat cock of his.

"You look cute, when you're coming," he told her, as he just lodged himself balls deep inside her and frantically played with her clit. "Those pretty cheeks of yours turned pink. Those beautiful eyes rolling back in their sockets. Your lips parted, your tongue almost lolling out," he explained, as he held himself deep inside her. "It's sexy." She just nodded, as his cock remained where it was, deep, deep inside her.

When she came down from that orgasm, she panted desperately for air, and spoke. "I, ah, have some things, to do at the gala, I can't, be back here with you, as long as it takes," she managed to get out. He pulled out of her at that point, a movement that was so fast that she almost came right then and there, at the feeling of being turned inside out.

"Then just suck me off the rest of the way."

She felt a heat grow in her cheeks, at such an embarrassing order - but she turned around and knelt anyway, getting down in front of that cock. She'd come hard and fast, from his cock inside her, so the least she owed him was getting him off. She reached up for his length, softly stroking it, and leaned forward to wrap her lips around the top of his cock. It was so big, she really doubted she could get it to the base - she took some pride in her sexual skills, but definitely not that much, so instead she licked and sucked on it noisily, giving him her best bedroom eyes as the hand jerking him off got faster.

It didn't seem to accomplish too much. He relaxed, just relishing the feeling of her mouth around his dick, but he was hardly about to come, by the expression on his face, his fingers softly running through her hair. She could taste herself on him, but he definitely wasn't getting off any time soon, as she sucked ever harder on his dick, twisting her head from side to side, sucking noisily at his length where it rested in her mouth. Her eyebrows wiggled suggestively, as she gave him her best 'smoldering, lusty' look - something she was quite practiced at, she felt.

Even that wasn't working, which was beginning to drive her to frustration - and apparently, him too, because his hand gently wrapped around her head, starting to push his cock that little bit deeper into her mouth. She wanted to get him off, and quick, so she did her best to relax, her fingers softly stroking his thighs as he pushed into her mouth.

He hit her throat, and for a moment, she thought she could manage to take it, previous work at blowjobs sufficing to greatly reduce her gag reflex - then he was another inch inside, and the sheer bulk of it made it impossible not to gag. Her throat squeezed, and her eyes started to tear up - but she didn't try to pull back. She did her best to relax, to let him deeper inside her mouth, to just take it. She did want another go-around with Dick. Who knew? Maybe after Lex, she'd-

Her thoughts were cut off as her gagging got worse, her eyes blurring from the tears. He stopped trying to push her to the base, but she just took that as a personal slight. Dammit, she could deepthroat a damn cock! She didn't need his pity! She relaxed her throat as best she could, even as her hands reached around to grab that succulent ass of his, fingers digging into the muscles as she did her level best to ram herself down. She choked, gagged, and sputtered, some saliva dribbling out over her lower lip.

When she had gotten about two-thirds of the way down his cock, her eyes were rolling back, her cheeks were wet with tears. At that point, he started to come, groaning as he jerked in place. She could taste it, frothy and bubbly in the back of her throat, making her gag a bit more as his sticky seed just came and came. His load was as obscenely large as his cock - more so, even. It felt many times more than any cumshot she'd taken in the past, just clogging her throat with a citrusy taste. Her toes curled, and, she finally felt him peel her off, letting her breath in earnest, gasping for air as she settled down on the floor, wiping at her face with the back of her hands.

He reached into her purse and offered her a tissue. She took it gladly as she wiped down her face. "Thank you," she said. "That was quite something."

"Give me your number, I'll call you again soon," he told her, and she nodded along, dabbing one last time to clear her face.

Then she scribbled down her number and handed it over to him. "Be sure to call soon - that was quite something."

"You weren't half bad yourself," he said, starting to dress himself as she knelt there. She reached into her purse to retrieve her compact, getting her face done up properly, while he headed back to the gala himself. Probably for the best. She certainly didn't want to look like a total slut to Lex.

* * *

I had made contact with a woman who appeared to be the only hot single chick at the whole damn gala. I knew all of one other person there, which was Lex Luthor, so I figured I might as well talk to him. "Ah, Dick," he said, smiling and reaching for an enthusiastic handshake. "I thought we'd lost you to boredom."

"Nah," I said. "Just met a hot girl, we were talking."

He let out a small laugh in response, a warm smile on his lips. "I'm sure. You do have a surprising reputation, for a hero, I have to admit. I did a bit of digging, and it seems you weren't being entirely honest about the name Dick - you're also known by Big Dick, aren't you?"

"Only chicks call me that," I said, with a dismissive gesture. "Be weird for a guy to do it." I wasn't gay. Nothing against gay people, I just wasn't one of them.

"I see. Anything in particular I can do for you?"

"I don't know anybody here, so, I figured I might as well talk to you. Could always find that chick to talk to again." What was her name? Victoria? Valerie? Virginia? Vivian? I'd already forgotten, other than that she had a last name that she seemed proud of. "Other than that, though, it's you or head home out of boredom."

Lex gave another small laugh at that. "Well, I don't know if I have that much to talk about with you - I may have a bill of clean health, but I'm hardly a college athlete - but I'll give it a try."

"Could talk girls," I suggested.

"Women are a classic discussion topic among men," Lex agreed.

"Ever the hopeless romantic, I see," the chick I had just been banging interrupted, her gaze completely focused on Lex for a moment.

"Victoria," Lex said, smiling as he saw her. Right, right. That was her name. He wrapped her in a brisk hug, though it felt more familial than sexual. "This is Victoria. An old friend," he said, turning his gaze back to me. "Dick here is a hero," he said, though his hand was on the small of Victoria's back. Not a possessive thing, just long acquaintanceship and some old intimacy. Victoria's eyes met mine, and there was a plastic note to her smile. "Went in to confront a hostage taker, managed to talk him down."

I could guess the relationship between the two. Exes who parted on good enough terms. Victoria wanted to get back with him, but he didn't know about that (either yet, or because she was being secretive about it), and she'd decided to fuck me because I was hot as hell. "It's a pleasure," I told Victoria, taking her hand and just shaking it this time. It's not like I owed it to Lex not to fuck his ex or anything. Hell, I barely avoided fucking my teammates' girls.

Victoria warmed a bit, now that she knew I wasn't planning on immediately telling Lex we'd been fucking in a supply closet. "A hero? I'm impressed. The closest thing to heroism we usually find at a place like this is heroically giving to charity for a tax write-off."

Lex smiled at that, like it was an old joke. Probably it was, for the obscenely rich. "Dick here's lonely since everybody at these things is twice our age," Lex said.

"Oh?" Victoria asked. "Yes. I suppose he would be." She gave me a look, her eyes seeming to plead for me to go. "I'm afraid I'm at a loss for words, honestly - I had hoped to start catching up with Lex, it's been months since we saw each other last."

"I'll get out of your hair," I told Lex, giving his bald head a quick rub, and he laughed at the move. "Probably going to wander around for a bit, maybe take in some of Metropolis, then head back to Smallville."

"Ah," Lex said. "Sorry." He sounded genuinely apologetic. "I wanted to do something nice for you, and yet all I've actually succeeded in doing is boring you."

"Nah, it's fine. Got to enjoy the company of a girl. Even got her number. I'll probably wind up calling her soon."

"Good luck with her, then."

"I don't need luck," I told him, earning another quick laugh, before I actually left properly. I wandered around for a bit, chatted up a few local college girls, and wound up quietly banging one of them in her dorm room while her roommate slept. (Said roommate woke up halfway through, but pretended to be asleep as she played with herself to the show. I decided not to mention it to the girl I was fucking, for obvious reasons.)

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Big Dick, Smallville, Chapter 8: The Web
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I decided to check out Chloe's website. I mean, it was supposed to be about weird stuff that happened in town, and with Jodi and Caroline and Coach and the guy at the Luthorcorp plant, I was having to deal with those weird things happening seemingly every day. So, I decided to check out what Chloe had put together, rather than bumbling around like an idiot.

The website itself was surprisingly crisp. I expected something bursting out of the '90s, but it was just text with a few images, links to news articles, yadda yadda. There wasn't any tagging or sorting, though, so you basically just looked through a page of a bunch of different hyperlinks to other pages and short titles and descriptions, then hopped on down. They were ordered chronologically, rather than by subject matter, which also didn't exactly improve the convenience factor.

I took a look at the most recent few articles: weird shapes in the sky, a mystifying robbery case involving somebody seemingly teleporting out of a locked room, and large, organic spiderwebs found stuck to the sides of several of the taller buildings in the business district.

Given how many articles there were there, I had held a vague expectation that Smallville was holding some crazy secrets. I mean, I'd already seen a pyrokinetic, a shapeshifter, a guy who had epileptic fits that could threaten to bring down a building, and a girl whose jaw could unhinge, just this school year alone. And the school year hadn't been going on that long. But if this was the most she could get... I mean, come on. UFOs are just literally anything people see, people break out of impossible situations constantly (see: magicians), and somebody spraying silly string across the side of a building proves literally nothing.

Still... even if it was ninety percent bullshit... I added it to my RSS feed reader, just in case there was anything actually important that came up down the line.

Then I called up Blair. She was a tatted up 'bad girl' (to the extent a place like Smallville had them), and while generally I would have preferred she not cover herself in tattoos, well - she worked it well enough. She mostly did weed and E, the latter of which was always fun to fuck a girl who was high on. (I'd tried it myself, but it didn't do anything to me.) Plus, she was always down for anal, and I was in the mood for it.

Anyway, I doubted her boyfriend would try to stab me again, after how it went for him last time.

* * *

Mmm. What to do today? Or, really, who to do. Blair had been fun last night, but now I was thinking a threesome would probably be nice. Savannah and Vanessa, maybe? We'd done that before. Or somebody new? With as many girls as I fucked, it'd take a spreadsheet to go through all the possible combinations. Funny a concept as that is, I'm actually not a gigantic nerd who does that kind of thing, so I was left to try to do it manually in my head. Richelle, Jodi, Savannah, Vanessa, Blair, Chloe, Tina, Moira, Caroline, Thea...

"Hey, Big Dick," Chloe said, interrupting my thoughts. I had been putting stuff into my locker, and I just turned to her. It was weird that she approached me, to be honest. Maybe some annoyance showed on my face, because she shrunk a little. "Sorry. Bad time?"

"No." There was an awkward silence, and I decided to be nice and fill it. "I checked out your website. Kinda interesting."

"Oh? How much did you read?"

"Just the few most recent articles. Seemed a bit, uh... low threshold for inclusion, if you know what I mean." She frowned at that. "Nothing wrong with that, better too much than too little, but you really think some kids spraying silly string on a few buildings is some magic meteor stuff?"

"Yes?" Chloe countered. "Duh? Where do you think you got your," she gestured to me, "you?"

"I'm not saying they can't do anything, I'm saying that you're including what's pretty unlikely to be magic."

"Well. It wasn't silly string," she countered. "It was organic. Similar tensile strength to steel, just like normal spider silk, but way, way thicker. That was in the article I linked."

"Could have posted that on your site. Anyway, sometimes cops make misidentifications, as they are morons. They also let Coach get free to come try to murder me." This was turning into an argument, and there wasn't much point in arguing with pretty girls. "Anyway, wanted to talk to you about something," I said, and she perked up. "Would you be down for a threesome?"

The way she bit her lip, her heartbeat accelerating, her cheeks growing slightly flush, the answer was 'fuck yes, but I don't want to admit it.' I just hoped she wasn't confused and thinking I was suggesting a second dick in the room. I wasn't against it on any kind of moral principle, but, I wanted girls to have their attention entirely on me when I was fucking it. "Uh... actually... I was thinking... could I watch?"

"Watch?" I asked. "Oh. Like with Savannah." Chloe glanced around desperately, as if terribly worried somebody overheard. Don't see why you should be a voyeur if you're terrified of getting caught. Seems like a real robber-robbed situation. Don't dish out what you can't take. "Sure." I took out my phone, texting Savannah.

I paused for a moment, considering girls in my contact list, and I suddenly got a text from Richelle. A glance around showed she was sitting in her next class, busily texting as she waited for the class to actually start.

Well... she was a church girl, and she was offering wild stuff, so...

The last text took a few seconds longer, and I could see the momentary consideration on Richelle's face, even through a couple walls, before she seemed to convince herself to go for it with gusto. "Right," I said, looking over at Chloe. "Got something set up. Just have to pick a time that works for all of us. After school?" I suggested, texting without even looking.

* * *

Chloe was surprised to see Dick's bedroom. She didn't know what she quite expected. Weights? Cheesy pinup posters? Sports memorabilia? It was mostly just clean. A bed, a desk, a chair, a few water bottles on the desk, some of which were empty, some of which weren't. A notebook or three. Phone charger. Then just dressers of clothes, and a clothes hamper in the closet with dirty clothes in it. It was clean, which was also a big surprise for a guy's room. She'd assumed they were all messes.

She was... less surprised? More surprised? Weirded out? When Richelle started stripping the second they were in Dick's bedroom. She hadn't said one word to Chloe before she started to strip a manic look in her eyes as she stared at Dick. Well... he was really fucking huge, Chloe had to admit. She could understand wanting to make a good impression. It's not like she wasn't wearing a push-up bra herself, as embarrassing as that was to admit to.

"How do you want me, Dick?" Richelle asked, her voice breathless as she spoke, her eyes wild. Sheesh. You'd think the girl was a starving woman in the desert, for how she responded when Dick started to pull off his shirt. Not that Chloe wasn't sneaking plenty of peeks herself, at that toned, buff stomach and upper body of his.

"Let's start with a blowjob," he said, taking off his pants too and just sitting down on the edge of the bed, his big, throbbing, massive thing pointing up towards the ceiling. It was so huge. Bigger, even, than the stuff she'd seen in porn. Richelle didn't hesitate. She just slammed down to her knees and sucked his whole cock into her throat, swelling with his thick cock as she took him to the base in a moment. She lightly gagged and slobbered, drool running out of her mouth as she started to desperately worked her way down his entire cock, soon getting the whole thing in her throat, only gently spasming as she held herself down there.

"Damn, babe," he said, running his fingers through her black hair. "You're sucking me good." She smiled at that, letting out a loud hum of approval, like hearing she was a good cocksucker was the hottest thing ever.

To Chloe, though... the scene was incredibly hot. She was standing here, just watching how a woman serviced Big Dick's big dick. How Richelle manically ground herself into his base, staring up at him with eyes that pleaded for approval, as if to declare that, yes, she did like this! She did want this! Please keep going, please keep treating her like this, please keep using her mouth and throat for your own personal lusts, Dick! Chloe could almost imagine the girl offering those manic words, as she wetly sucked and slurped more and more saliva dribbling out over her lower lip as she worked over that cock, twisting her head from side to side.

Chloe felt a heat growing between her thighs, as she watched the scene. She managed to draw her eyes away from Dick's cock, to look up at his eyes, which were focused on Richelle, his fingers softly running through her hair. He looked loving. Doting. It wasn't just kindness, though, there was also power and strength, but that masculine perfection was put to use, here, simply to keep Richelle on her knees.

It was hot. It was unbearably hot. Looking at pictures of Dick's cock couldn't compare to seeing how he was with a woman. It was like he - he had this sense, this understanding, that women would love sucking his cock and thank him for the privilege. Richelle was by this point noisily masturbating, just slamming her fingers in and out of her pussy as her juices dribbled out in copious quantities. The confidence he exuded as he got blown like that was insanely hot, and Chloe was squirming in place.

"You can touch yourself, if you want, Chloe," Dick said, giving her the most casual glance before turning his attention back to Richelle. Richelle let out some mewling noise that was probably meant to tell him that she didn't like that he had looked away from her, but Chloe didn't care. She was caught in the question of whether to touch herself, to the sight of the shy, awkward girl Richelle gurgling around Dick's big, fat cock.

The question soon resolved itself, without much involvement of her conscious mind. She wriggled her way out of her tight shorts and stuffed two fingers into her panties, starting to roll them around her clit, to stimulate the sensitive little nub as she bit her lip and watched the scene in front of her. Richelle just focused on Dick, staring up at him, her eyes halfway rolled up, saliva dribbling out over her lower lip as she slobbered and masturbated, and Chloe watched as the girl actually came like that, hips bucking, her butt bouncing forward and back forcefully as pleasure rushed through her from mistreating herself like that.

Of course, Chloe's attention returned back to Dick's face almost immediately, drinking in his muscular body only with the periphery of her vision. Her main focus was on his expression, as she squirmed and played with herself. With the way he looked down at Richelle, like he could just... do whatever he wanted with and to her, like she was his to please, or be pleased by, at his will. The way he looked down at her like it was just assumed that she wanted to suck his dick (which, in fairness, it definitely seemed like she did), it was so... nng, the power, the masculinity, the confidence, it was so hot. She liked that Dick was so confident.

"Mind if I fuck your face, babe?" Dick asked Richelle, which was so hot. There was a casualness to his tone, a way that he spoke as if it was basically assumed Richelle wouldn't mind if he fucked her face. Especially with how he was right, Richelle rapidly shaking her head, Dick taking a clump of her hair and starting to just pound her face up and down his cock, wet slapping noises as his balls repeatedly hit her chin. Every thrust of his cock speared all the way down that slender throat of the girl's, and her eyes rolled up as she played with herself, as she allowed herself to be used.

Chloe's breathing got more ragged with each passing second, her eyes going wild with lust as she just stared at the scene. Richelle gurgled and moaned and mewled around his fat cock, her eyes rolling up in ecstasy as she just salivated continuously around his length, saliva splashing down onto her chin, onto Dick's groin, really just all over the place. She was masturbating like a wild woman, slamming her hand into her cunt as she lost herself in the moment.

When Richelle would actually come, moaning even as the noise was repeatedly cut off by the fat cock in her throat, Dick would turn his gaze over to Chloe, grinning faintly at her as he admired her body. His eyes looked at her like he could see through her, see through her clothes, see her naked body right then and there, and her cheeks glowed under his gaze. She found herself, increasingly, wishing she could get down on her knees and replace Richelle, that she could be the one losing herself beneath Big Dick's domination, that she could be the one servicing him with hungry mouth and greedy tongue.

Then Dick ended the spell, peeling Richelle up off his cock, the girl's tongue waggling desperately at the air, suggestive, pleading, plaintive, as if silently asking if she could please get some of that yummy, tasty cum of his all over her mouth and face. Dick decided to give her exactly that, mushing her forward so just the tip of his cock was past her lips, and he groaned as he blatantly ejaculated, hot cum splattering all over the inside of the girl's mouth. Chloe came to the scene, to the sight, to the look on Dick's face, still in control as he stared down at Richelle, not losing himself even for a moment. So powerful. So disciplined. So manly.

When Dick was finally finished coming in Richelle's mouth, he popped out, and the girl smugly swilled his cum, looking over at Chloe with a look that exuded an absurd amount of confidence that, honestly, didn't make a whole lot of sense. Sure, Chloe also liked sex with Dick, but she was here to watch. She was enjoying watching. Her only regret was that she hadn't gotten permission to record the whole thing. She would have just video taped Dick's face as he fucked Richelle's mouth, but it would have been hot as hell, something to jill off to over and over again in the future.

"I wanna fuck your pussy," Dick said to Richelle, who nodded rapidly, scrambling up onto the bed, getting on her back and spreading her legs wide. Dick just clambered up on top of her, pointing that fat cock of his directly at Richelle's cunt. Again, he spoke like it was obvious that she'd do what he said, moved like it was obvious, this casual certainty and control that was so fucking hot. He thrust inside of Richelle a moment later, making the girl squeak as he filled her up, grabbing a tangle of her hair, forcing her lips up into his chest, making her just kiss at his pecks.

Again, the horny girl turned her gaze over towards Chloe, giving her this ridiculously smug look out of the corner of her eye, that frankly, didn't make any sense at all. It was so weird. Dick didn't seem to care, though, just treating it like an expected, normal part of a threesome, that the two girls would get involved in some weird status game - that was really hot. The thought that he had girls fighting over his dick. Chloe didn't want to be a girl fighting over his dick, but she could imagine it in her head, Richelle and Savannah both on their knees, pushing and shoving to get more of his fat cock into their mouths, competing to please him, so that he would fuck them first...

She came again at that point. Dick's presence in this moment made it so much better, so much more. She could hardly compare what happened when she masturbated alone to - to this, this perfect experience, this raw feeling of being in the presence of so much confidence, so much self-assuredness. Alpha male. This is what that term was invented to describe, the man right in front of her. Her hips bucked as she was forced to steady herself against the wall, her eyes still focused on Dick's face, the way that even as he rutted inside a girl, there was still this quiet calm. There was no anxiety in him, no question of if he would make the girl come, of if he could manage to hold out for one more minute. He would make the girl come, he would make it last as long as he liked, and that confidence made Chloe's thoughts bubble over into raw lust, anything more sensible crushed beneath them.

* * *

I pounded away at Richelle's tight pussy, just going at it rough and hard like I knew she liked. The girl herself was licking hungrily at my bare chest, tongue slithering across my pecs, and occasionally glancing over at Chloe to give her some stupid smug look. I didn't really know, or care, about the whys of that. It was harmless, and getting Richelle off, so she could go ahead and sneer at Chloe for all I cared. It just made her easier to please, which I did, pounding inside her nice and hard, enjoying that tight, formerly-virginal pussy as it squeezed and spasmed on my cock.

I decided to reward her for all her hard work, mashing my lips against hers hungrily, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She made a quiet squeak of delight, tongue lashing right back at mine, eyes wild for a moment before she glanced over at Chloe again. Given Richelle's distraction, I figured I could spare a glance that way. The geeky blonde was currently masturbating desperately, one hand in between her thighs, the other bunching up a chunk of her shirt absently. Her teeth dug into her lower lip as she watched the show, her eyes not on Richelle, not on my cock in the girl under me, but on my face. As if I was the hottest thing she'd ever seen.

That made my dick twitch inside Richelle, and for a moment I was worried I was going to nut, going so far as to pull out of her pussy and start to pump at her thighs instead, holding them together around my dick as I leered down at her. "Fuck my pussy, Dick, come in me, come in me, Dick, you can do it, you can make me pregnant, I don't mind ruining my life if it's for you," the girl in question said, her voice desperate and energetic. It sounded almost like she meant it.

I decided to ignore it, though. Plenty of girls got off on the forbidden idea of getting pregnant, after all, and I never came in any of them. After a half-minute of fucking her thighs, I was ready to take the plunge back into her pussy, and she squeezed down on my dick, mewling and squirming in pleasure, her legs locking around my waist, acting like she could possibly keep me inside her with her skinny little legs alone. "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck my pussy, Dick, yesss!" She squealed desperately, hands clawing at my backside as she did, eyes rolling up in pleasure as she came all over again.

Richelle definitely had the upside that she was easy to please. All she wanted was raw force and speed, and I had plenty of that to give her, making her come several more times until she was just a mess of splayed limbs on the bed under me, sweat-slick and panting, her lips parted as she gasped for air. At that point, I finally popped out of her pussy, fucked her thighs for a quick few thrusts, and then came all over her stomach, making her let out a disappointed sigh.

I really hoped she was on the pill. I might have to note her as 'crazy' if she wasn't, which I didn't want to do. She was pretty damn good in bed, even if her face and body weren't anything much to look at. I got up and off the bed, stepping over to Chloe, putting one hand on the wall next to her head, my cock twitching and pointing at her stomach. "Enjoy watching?" I asked her, and she nodded quickly, this cute little thing.

She opened her mouth, and to my surprise, the words that came out weren't, 'fuck me.' Ninety nine times out of a hundred, a girl in this situation would say exactly that. Instead, Chloe said, "Can- can I record this next time?"

"Nah," I said. "The girl has to be cool with it. You got any female friends who trust you enough to go along with it?" She bit her lip, then shook her head no. "Then make one," I told her, kissing her on the lips. "Richelle's kinda geeky, like you. Reads a bunch of manga and comics."

"I'm not... that kind of geek..." Chloe said, a shockingly meek defense. "I mean, I'm into journalism, not that stuff."

I shrugged. "You'd know better than me who the local hot female journalists are," I told her, taking a step back, letting her gaze wander down my body to my cock. She gulped as she saw it, realizing it was still hard, ready for her to do whatever she felt like to it. Her free hand, the one that wasn't (still) masturbating, reached forward for it, starting to stroke it, just jerking me off. She bit her lip as she looked up at me, asking if she was doing it good.

I mean, she was doing fine, but it was a handjob. If I needed a handjob, I could do it myself. I have my own hands, and I have jerked off before (not in a long while, though). "A handjob isn't going to get me off, Chloe." She paused at that, her gaze going down to my cock again. I wondered what she'd pick. She'd seemed more excited to watch Richelle sucking my dick, so maybe she had an oral fixation, or maybe it was just that blowjobs looked better than vaginal (definitely, when I watched porn while fucking a girl, I preferred it to be a blowjob scene).

Turns out I was at least partly right, because - still masturbating, by the way - she knelt down in front of my cock, starting to just tenderly kiss the tip, then starting to suck on the first few inches of my dick, jerking off the rest of it. She stared up at me, her eyes locked on mine, like my face was the sexiest thing she had seen in her entire life. I have to admit, the feeling was kind of mutual: where Richelle was manic, Chloe seemed almost hypnotized, entranced. It was like the watching my face was sexier than the sex itself.

I wasn't gonna complain, though. If a girl liked my pecs or my face more than my dick, that was all good - as long as she put out, which Chloe was definitely doing, as she bobbed up and down the top couple inches of my cock, her tongue flicking and licking at my dick. I just sighed, running my fingers through her hair. "That's good, Chloe. You're doing good." I kept petting her, reassuring her of the quality of her work, licking my lips as I admired her down there. She kept on masturbating, even seeming to intensify it when I licked my lips.

Obviously, I wasn't going to come any time soon. I was taking my time, just enjoying as she sucked me off like that, her eyes locked on mine. From time to time, she'd try to take it deeper than she had already, but her gag reflex would act up and cause problems, making her sputter and pull back, tears starting to form, sclera turning pink, a look in her eyes that said 'sorry.' I met it with, "Just do what you can, Chloe," and she'd nod rapidly before getting right back into it.

It was probably ten minutes into Chloe's long, exaggerated blowjob that Richelle stumbled out of bed to look at the scene. "I can take it all the way, Dick," she said, plastering her naked body to my side, rubbing her petite breasts into my flank. "All the way to the base," she whispered. "I practiced after I failed to get it that time, on toys, you're so big it was hard to find one that I could really practice on, but I did it, I learned to suck your big, hard cock. Chloe can't, though, so why don't you let me instead? She doesn't really need to be here any more."

"Chill, Richelle," I said, giving Chloe a head pat to reassure her things were fine. "Different girls are different. That's what makes them nice."

Richelle's lips squirmed, she looked down at Chloe, and then she just let out an angry huff, grabbing her clothes and getting dressed. "Fine. Whatever. When you want a woman who really cares about making you feel good, you have my number." I also had Savannah's, Chloe's, Tina's, Jodi's- well, I didn't say that out loud.

"It's fine. Just won't do threesomes with you if it bothers you, Richelle," I told her.

"Oh, Dick," she said. "I was thinking, could you call me Dixie? Since it's also a 'Rich' name, it should have a nickname like Dick, but that doesn't sound very girly. So, Dixie," she explained, with a bright smile.

"Sure. Babe. Dixie. See you later, yeah?"

"Whenever you want," Richelle said, glancing down at Chloe, who was still nervously sucking me off through the whole thing. If anything, she seemed to be getting more off on it, now that I was barely paying attention to her. Damn. The perfect cocksucker - one you didn't have to pay attention to to get off. Richelle stroked her throat as if to remind me one last time she could deepthroat me, then left.

"Don't worry, Chloe," I told her. "Everybody learns at a different pace. Just suck my cock like that, I'll come soon enough," I told her. She nodded, though she did up her pace a bit, now that my attention was back on her, bobbing over the first few inches she could actually take with more intensity.

* * *

Richelle quietly fumed all the way home, finally getting back to her bedroom and flopping on her bed. Gah! She punched the bed a few times. She should never have agreed to a threesome! She wanted to tell Dick all about her cool new superpowers. She was basically Spider-Woman! Compared to that, Chloe's weak-ass blowjob skills were nothing! But Chloe was a huge gossip hound, so she couldn't exactly tell Dick about her superpowers right in front of her... Richelle sighed, lying down on her bed and just letting herself catch her breath for a long few seconds.

She'd figure out how to break the news to Dick, then he'd realize that there was no reason to bother with other, worse girls. Not when he could have a literal superhero as his girlfriend!

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Big Dick, Smallville, Chapter 5: Tina
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I wasn't paying much attention in class that day, and I was interested in someone fresh and new. Don't get me wrong, girls you already know are great, with the knowledge of how best to please you, and your knowledge of their bodies, but there's still something fundamentally pleasant about fucking a new girl that can't really be compared to fucking one you already knew. Even one you'd only fucked once or twice, like Chloe or Richelle, couldn't compare to taking a totally fresh girl and blowing her mind.

Anyway, the girl I picked out was Tina. I knew her name because she was friends with Lana, and Whitney couldn't shut the fuck up about Lana, so I got to hear it all. Tina herself dressed down, but... when you've seen as many women in and out of their clothes as I did, it was pretty easy to see when a girl had a pretty tight body wrapped up under clothes. So I approached her as school let out. "Hey, Tina," I said.

"O-oh, hey, you're Dick, right?" She was surprised and off-balance for just a moment, before she stiffened up. "What is it?"

"I decided that I wanted to talk to a pretty girl I'd never actually had a conversation with yet, and I noticed you getting your stuff out of your locker," I said, gesturing to said locker, "and I thought, serendipity."

She smiled nervously at that, sort of scratching the back of her head. "You aren't just trying to use me to get to Lana, right?"

"No," I said.

"Because I was thinking about how you avoid Lana, even though she's a cheerleader, and I was thinking it might be because you have feelings for her," she said.

"No. I don't have feelings for her. If I had feelings for her, I'd go balls deep in her every day. Don't worry." I couldn't exactly say the real reason I avoided her - namely, that those meteor rocks made me sick - but I did still have to make sure Tina didn't think this was one of those, 'fuck the ugly friend to fuck the hot friend' type deals. I didn't waste time with those, not when it was completely unnecessary. "I want to talk to you, do stuff with you, see where things go," I explained. I knew where they'd go, by long experience - my dick would wind up in her pussy.

"Oh. Well... if you're not just using me to get to Lana..." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Richelle was a good demonstration of the advantages of a girl who thinks it's impossible you'd be honestly interested in her: ridiculous enthusiasm once you got to the bedroom. "...then sure. What do you want to do?"

I just shrugged noncommittally. "Walk with me, see what I come up with?" I suggested.

* * *

Tina had a hard time believing any of this was happening. They had pretty much just chatted and walked right back to her place, doing absolutely nothing else as she unlocked the door to the antique shop her mom ran - she lived above it. Her mom was out, gauging by the fact that the door was locked. Things were starting to get tight, in terms of budget, but her thoughts weren't really on that. They were on Dick.

He was the quarterback, and she'd heard plenty about him, other girls bragging in the locker room, counting up how many times they'd fucked him, comparing who'd gotten the most screws in the past month, things like that... it was all kind of ridiculous, but it definitely set in her brain a very clear impression: Dick was really, really good at sex! She'd figured for sure he had just been trying to use her to go talk to Lana somehow, since the two of them were friends from when they were young - from before the treatments that made her better - but he did seem incredibly dismissive of Lana, always trying to reorient the conversation no matter how subtly Tina brought her up... which was ridiculous, because Lana was so hot and sexy and desirable, so there was no way he really didn't care about her.

Was he really interested in her? Her? She'd never had a guy express interest in her before, and it had her heart pounding hard in her chest. She'd always felt so jealous whenever she saw Lana with any guy, her best friend getting all that male attention. But now? Now "Big Dick" himself, quarterback, stud, ladykiller, sexual god to hear some girls tell it, was behind her, his hand going to her ass and making her blush as they stepped inside the store.

"So, beautiful," he said, smiling as he stared into her eyes, his compliment so earnest. "Want to show me your bedroom? I'm curious where a girl as gorgeous as you lays her head down to sleep."

It was really, really obvious that he was just saying nice words to get her up to her bedroom so he could fuck her - but she appreciated the thin lie. She wasn't a slut. She deserved to be wooed at least a little bit, and as his fingers sank into her ass, well... she had to admit that she didn't really want to be wooed too much. Was this what Lana thought about all the time? "We live above the shop," she said, pointing to the staircase, and Dick just walked alongside her as they headed on up.

Soon enough, they were in her dumb, boring, normal bedroom. "Looks nice," he said, glancing at her bed. "I wonder how it looks with you in it?"

"About the sa-" she started, before realizing what he was really getting at. "I'll show you," she said, breathing the words out, a certain tingle going down her spine as she strode slowly over to the bed, hopping into it. She grasped the base of her top, peeling it up past her waist, revealing pale skin and bare breasts. He watched her with hungry eyes, and with a guy like that looking at a girl like her... she kept stripping, peeling away her pants, getting out of her underwear, just letting him feast his eyes on her entire naked body. She felt so embarrassed, as he eyed her up. Maybe she'd totally been misreading the signals he'd been giving off?

He stepped towards her then, kissing her fiercely on the lips, and she felt a heck of a lot more confident at that point. One of his hands reached for her breast, gently playing with the flesh there, making her squirm as tingles ran down her spine. Was this what Lana felt like, when she was with Whitney, when Whitney touched her? His thumb brushed against her nipple, and the other hand slid along her bare stomach, down towards her sex. His fingers explored her womanhood: they teased her clit, slipped inside her, but what felt best was the push of his palm against her pubic mound, pleasure coursing up as she wriggled beneath him.

He hadn't even taken out that famous cock of his, the one that gave him the Big Dick nickname, and she was already feeling great, her heart racing, pounding in her chest. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, pushing past her lips, teasing her teeth, until she opened her mouth, letting it inside her. His hand continued to rub and play with her breast, gently cupping the flesh, and it all felt great, as he touched her like that. She could just close her eyes and relax, enjoying the feelings.

As she grew closer and closer to the edge, as she moaned into Dick's mouth, though, she couldn't help but feel her mind wander away from him, and back to Lana. For a moment, she even imagined that it was Lana kissing her - and that was when she came, moaning loudly into his mouth, her hands clasping the back of his head, holding him against her. The ridiculous image of an equally-naked Lana atop her bloomed larger and larger in her mind, until the pleasure finally finished its cascade over her body, and she simply trembled beneath him, letting her eyes open again, the reality of Dick looming over her naked body reasserting itself.

That was a ridiculous thought. Lana, kissing her? She shouldn't think about her friend that way, especially not at a time like this. Fortunately, she had something else to preoccupy her thoughts, as Dick unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, his hard cock bouncing free. It was simply ludicrously enormous. She wasn't really interested in porn or pictures of dude's dicks, but she'd seen some that were supposed to be 'big'. His was even bigger. It seemed to be as large as her forearm, as she just stared at it, her mind blanking out as he started to spread her legs. "It's my first time," she said, on automatic.

"Don't worry, it's not mine," he reassured her, a genuine smile on his lips, half-cocky, half-considerate. A moment later, his cock was pressing into her pussy, slowly but surely spreading her wide to accommodate his cock. He was simply enormous, and she felt like she was being pulled apart - but he was so gentle that it only felt good, the slow forceful movement pausing intermittently and turning into a gentle back-and-forth saw. The rubbing feeling was pleasant on its own, as she panted in pleasure beneath him, her fingers really trying their best to find purchase on his back. "You want to look at something?" He asked her, grinning and leaning up.

She didn't really have a chance to respond - he just pulled off his shirt, revealing a muscular chest. Normally, she liked guys more like... boy bands, slender and lithe, but Dick's body was definitely doing something for her despite that. Even more, though, was the way he returned to playing with her breasts and pubic mound, cupping and toying with the former and applying this gentle, repetitive pleasure to the latter. She could feel herself tighten - impossibly, ill-advisedly - around his hard cock.

He was already so huge inside her, why was her body trying to make it even harder for him to move around? She did her best to still her body, and her pussy, to become limp beneath him so he could get all the way inside, but she was really struggling. He was just so fucking big! She was a virgin! It hadn't hurt yet, but it still could! She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate, to relax, and Lana appeared in her mind's eye again - which had the opposite of the intended effect, her pussy tightening on his cock. Why did Lana always appear when she was trying to enjoy herself and ruin things? It happened when she (rarely) masturbated, too!

"You can come whenever you want," he told her, his voice reassuring but also pushing aside the mental image of Lana. "Don't feel too anxious about it. I'll get it in there eventually," he told her, continuing to worm his way that little bit deeper inside her. She opened her eyes, staring up at him, panting as she felt that huge thing fill her up. Her fingers clenched into a fist, and her gaze wandered down his body, along his muscular, bare chest, then his toned stomach, then the half of his cock that had yet to be stuffed inside her - and she promptly came.

He pushed his palm down against her pubic mound as she orgasmed, making her moan as the pleasure grew greater, sparkles of color appearing in her vision as the blood fled her head to go where it was more needed, down in between her legs. It felt absolutely amazing, way better than when she did it to herself, hot pants escaping her throat as she wiggled around beneath him, her legs absently kicking at the air behind him, her hands clawing at the sheets under her.

"You look cute like that," he told her, leaning down over her, kissing and sucking at her neck, and she saw stars at that point, as his hands continued to rub her breast and press down against her pubic mound, his cock continuing to wiggle ever deeper inside her, millimeter by millimeter, inch by inch, sawing its way inside her, doing its best to completely stuff her with its entire, absurd, engorged size.

She moaned softly, hands clawing at the bed beneath her, as he stuffed her like that, and even when her orgasm had left her, she kept her head cast back, desperately panting for breath the deeper he got inside her. It felt unbelievably good, every inch of her twitching in pleasure beneath him. She felt that massive cock of his work its way ever deeper inside her, and it was unbelievably good, unimaginably good, and her brain sparked with pleasure as he filled her up completely, a squeal escaping her throat as their hips collided, another orgasm running through her, so powerful she briefly blacked out.

In that momentary occupation of a liminal space, somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, there was only the raw pleasure. Even Lana, that frequent interloper in her moments of bliss, was gone. There was the pleasure, and there was Dick, and there was his Big Dick inside her, plowing her, forcing her insides to adjust for him.

* * *

I looked down at Tina, seriously concerned for her health. Sometimes girls passed out from an orgasm, sure, but I hadn't really worked her that hard, and we weren't in an awkward position or anything - it was just missionary. So I used my ability to see through people, to try to check and make sure her heart was still pumping at a good rhythm and all that kind of stuff, and my eyes went wide as I saw what was going on inside her - her entire skeleton was laced with that green meteor crap.

It would've made my dick wilt, if I hadn't already been completely speared inside her and clearly fine (I guess it was low enough levels that the deadly radiation couldn't get through her muscle and skin), but I was definitely worried at that point about her health. Whatever the EPA had said, I did not believe that stuff was safe for humans. I mean, hell, Coach had been breathing in those fumes and it had turned him into a wannabe serial killer with pyrokinesis.

She started to wake up after having only been out for a couple seconds. "Sorry," she said, her voice breathy, her cheeks red. "I, uh, it felt really good," she started, even as I began pulling out of her, knowing I had to have a Serious Conversation, which was generally a mood-killer that ended sex. "That's never happened to me before," she explained, her voice getting even more fast, her expression one of abject humiliation, as she presumably thought that coming so hard that you literally passed out was something that pissed off a dude. Yeah, that's why all porn has the girls faking not enjoying themselves. Women can be so dumb about some stuff.

"No, no," I reassured her, shaking my head as my dick popped free. "I mean, it's happened to me before, some girls get like that," I explained, and she did seem to feel a bit better. I really had to say it. I didn't talk about my powers much, because why the fuck would I, but... "Look. I have the ability to see through solid objects. Do you know that you have..." there had to be a fucking name for that shit, but I didn't know it. "Green meteor rocks, going all through your bones?"

"Oh," she said. She blinked a few times, then sighed, nodding quickly, which was moderately reassuring. "Yeah. I know. I had - have - osteogenesis imperfecta, it's a genetic disorder where your bones don't grow right. They thought it was Type II at first, but since I lived longer than a year, they concluded it wasn't. Still, it was bad enough that doctors didn't believe I'd make it out of adolescence. The 'green meteor rocks' were part of an experimental treatment, and it worked. Really well," she added. "It made me much stronger and tougher than normal, and I can turn into other people, too."

If that had been the only option to save her from death, I could understand. I mean, chemo's basically poisoning and irradiating your body on purpose. It was totally unlike idiots who basically swallowed that stuff without a care in the world, like Coach or Lana.

"Dick?" She asked, her voice small, and I shook my head as I came back to the conversation.

"Cool. Okay. Those are some cool powers." Probably not as cool as mine, but... "What do you mean by 'turn into other people'?

"Oh. I can make myself look like them." She immediately shapeshifted into Lana Lang, which was... kinda hot, and also kinda completely insane. "Do you want me to look like Lana while you fuck me?"

I almost rolled my damn eyes at that comment. Lana, Lana, Lana. You'd think this chick was in love with Lana, for how much she talked about her. It was genuinely insane. "No, Tina. I want you to look like you while I fuck you." She blushed at that, and turned back into herself. She was kinda lucky I hadn't checked her skeleton before now - I knew that touching her wasn't gonna hurt me, obviously, but I'd stuck my dick right in the middle of her pelvic bone, which I definitely wouldn't have done. Apparently all the skin and muscle and whatever else was enough to protect me from the death radiation of that stuff. "You do want to keep going, right?" I asked her.

"Yeah, yes," she said, nodding rapidly. "Put it back in," she breathed out, and I slowly slipped my cock back inside her.

* * *

Dick had completely rocked Tina's world, that day. They had gone at it for over an hour, his thick, massive cock spearing through her. He only came twice, both times in her mouth - he didn't want to come inside, because he didn't want to knock her up. That was how considerate he was. He had made her come... dozens of times, she didn't know how many, but they were all so amazing. She could still picture him, his naked body above her, his hard cock thrusting into her pussy, over and over again, until at last her mother had gone home and he'd managed to sneak out. She wasn't quite sure how, but she figured that being able to see through solid objects would definitely help you sneak around, so it wasn't that peculiar.

When she touched herself that night, Lana didn't invade her thoughts at all. Only Dick. She got why the girls liked to call him Big Dick, now, because there was no way she could satisfy herself with her fingers the way he had satisfied her with his cock.

She couldn't wait to see him at school tomorrow.

* * *

"Hey," she said to him, when she saw him after classes. Her fingers played with her hair as she smiled at him. "Want to, uh, come over to my place again? My mom has to talk to the bank, on account of money stuff, so she'll be out for... hours." He didn't seem super interested in that idea. "Or we could go to your place, or whatever," she said, and he still wasn't too interested.

"I kinda have a thing tonight with Savannah, so I can't do it. Thanks for the offer, though."

Her heart twisted in her chest for a moment. No, Savannah was on cheer, he was a quarterback, obviously they'd hang out sometimes. "How about the next day, then? I can probably get Lana to cover for me with my mom, we can do whatever you want." She licked her lips. "I know you liked it when I had it in my mouth."

"Tomorrow I have a thing with Chloe," he told her. "All booked up."

"Is she interviewing you?" Tina asked.

"No. She's having sex with me." Tina blinked at that. "So's Savannah. Look, Tina, sometimes girls get like this. I like you, alright? You're hot, you're nice, you're fun, and you have a dynamite pussy, but I'm not your boyfriend."

Her mouth just hung open for a moment. She- she was certainly aware he had lots of sex with lots of girls, but that was- he didn't need them any more. "You don't have to waste time with them. If you want Savannah..." she pushed him into a small blind spot in the halls, and then made herself look like Savannah. "You can have her. If you want Chloe..." again, she did the same thing, but for Chloe, "you can have her. There's no need for you to keep fucking other girls."

"Yeah. I can have sex with Savannah or Chloe. Because they consent to have sex with me. Turn back into yourself, by the way," he said, and she did so, still frowning as he put his hands on her shoulders. "I like variety, and that would just be you as another girl. Not the other girl. I mean, there's some fun stuff you can do with that, sure. But it's not the same. Like buying a copy instead of the original." He gently cupped her chin, tilting her head up to make her meet his gaze. She considered resisting, but decided not to. "You're hot. Your power is hot. We can fuck later, though."

"It's perfect," she said. "You can see through things, always recognize me no matter what face I wear, and I can be the girl who's whatever you want," she pointed out, desperately hoping beyond hope that he'd understand, that he'd realize just how perfect they would be together! What a natural fit they were!

"The girl I want is one who doesn't try to force herself on me and ruin my time with other girls," he said, taking his hand off her chin. "Call me some other time, number's in your pocket," he said, as he started to turn to walk away.

She grabbed him by the upper arm, arresting his motion as he turned back to her. "I see how it is." A raging inferno was starting to burn inside her chest. "So it was all a lie?"

"No, I definitely really had sex with you and made you come your brains out," he told her.

"The- that moment, when we both told each other our deepest secrets, that was just to fuck me, huh?" She said, scowling at him.

"No, I told you about my secret, because I was worried about you," he replied, letting out a long-suffering sigh. "You chose to tell me about your secret."

"You- you should have said yes," she said at last. "It would have been perfect." She let go of his arm. She'd get him later. Teach him that he should have appreciated her.

* * *

I had wound up fucking Savannah at her place that time. It was definitely hot, knowing her mom and big brother could probably tell what we were doing, and the squeaky way she futilely tried to hold in her moans was even hotter. It did mean less dirty talk, but she had nice tits and a good body anyway, so I could settle for a bit of trouble on that front. Especially when I left a sweat-soaked Savannah in her bedroom, my cum plastered all over her tits and face, after a couple hours of sex.

I had walked for maybe five minutes from Savannah's house when I heard her behind me. "Dick," she said, and when I turned around, she was definitely not sweaty, or covered in cum, nor was she wet from coming out of the shower, nor was she wearing her clothes. "Hey," she said, as our eyes met. "Want to keep going? We could do it right out here-"

"No, Tina. This is what I'm talking about," I said. "You can't fool me." I hadn't even needed to use my powers, but I had done so anyway, to double check. "You're not Savannah, and that's okay, you just have to be satisfied with-" her fist landed on my face, and hit hard enough to send me wheeling to one side, which probably would have been enough to break my neck. Great. So this was more the "murder me" kind of situation.

"I can't believe you, Dick," she yelled, still wearing Savannah's face and voice. "I wanted you, I would have given you anything, everything you could want, if you could just, fucking, stop!" She kicked me, and it sent me sailing a few feet into the air, before I hit the ground. "All you had to do, was stop!" She kicked at my face, and I grabbed her by the ankle, twisting her around by it. After a quick check to make sure nobody was watching - somehow, they didn't seem to be - I just flew as fast as I could up into the air, holding her by the ankle as I did so. I had a firm grip, to make sure she didn't fall. "You didn't even tell me you could fly?!" She howled in rage.

"I told you about my super vision because I was worried about you fucking dying from radiation poisoning, not as some goddamn trust exercise!" I yelled at her, and she seemed suitably cowed as I wiggled her in the air. "If I'd been a normal human, you probably would have broken my fucking neck, Tina."

Somehow, she was actually, unbelievably, crying. Seriously? "I, I just wanted, us to be together."

"We've known each other for less than two days, Tina!" I paused. "If I put you down, are you going to keep being a psycho I have to deal with, or are you going to go back to being a cute girl with a tight body and shapeshifting superpowers I can have a good time with?"

She paused for a moment, realization playing across her face. "You- Coach Walt-" she started, clearly thinking that I'd just crippled.

"Was trying to burn down my goddamn house, with my dad in it, and he could have died."

Tina fell quiet, for a long few seconds. "I'll be good," she said, her voice quiet, sounding defeated. It definitely seemed to suggest that she would, actually, be good, so I put her down. She started crying even worse. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," she blubbered out.

I didn't really engage. It obviously wasn't alright, and telling her that would just encourage her to act out again. "Call my number if you want to schedule something," I told her, and she nodded, as she kept on crying

* * *

Chloe just stared at the photos she'd taken. She really, really, hadn't expected that. Dick could fly, and had super strength, and gauging by how far he'd gone when Savannah had kicked him, probably was super tough? She'd just wanted the photos of him, post-coitus with Savannah, a clandestine shot to catch something... primal about Dick. The shots he'd sent her of himself were really hot, definitely, but they failed to capture the man who was pretty much a physical manifestation of male virility and confidence, instead just being poses showing off his dick, so she'd wanted something a bit more natural.

Only to find out that apparently he was goddamn Thor or some shit. She definitely couldn't confront him about this, not directly, since that would mean admitting that she was pretty much spying on the first guy to give her male attention. Okay, no 'pretty much' about it, she was spying on him. Not to try to find out personal stuff, though! Just to get a good shot to jill off to!

Still... now her curiosity was definitely piqued... and she was probably going to start spying on him for the much creepier reasons...

Maybe she could contrive a reason to find out, that wasn't creepy, so they could talk about it?

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