Big Dick, Smallville, Chapter 14: Richelle Tries
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Richelle was perched on the street lamp, her web stretching up to it, her body upside down as she held onto the web for dear life with both her hands and legs.

Blood was rushing to her head, and it was making her feel woozy. She let herself flop back to normal, swinging for a few feet before she hit the ground again. She was off-balance as she stood there, grabbing the lamp post to brace herself.

Why did Spider-Man even do that? It wasn't like it was a useful position to be in. Holding onto the web with your feet was just awkward, and she was still dealing with the rush of blood even now, several seconds later. What a dumb thing to do. It kinda made sense when he was climbing downwards for him to be upside down, but why would he balance himself upside down?!

She huffed, folding her arms as she leaned back against the lamp post.

She'd come out here to clear her head. It had sort of worked, in that her head had gotten bloated with blood... but also, it hadn't helped at all!

Her mom had slept with Dick! Dick had slept with her mom! She couldn't figure out whose betrayal was actually worse. Well, okay, it was her mom, since Dick constantly said he wasn't her boyfriend, whereas her mom was obviously not supposed to sleep with the guy she was into! Argh!

"Dick...!"

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Lex dutifully listened to the audio that Amy had left on his desk. It was... well...

He just pinched the bridge of his nose as he finished the file. It wasn't particularly long. The context was obvious. But she obviously expected it to have some enormous impact on his decisions going forward, and it simply didn't, for one simple reason: he already knew Victoria wasn't really interested in him. She'd managed to find her way onto his computer, locating the files that he'd left for her. Her father had already tendered an offer for Cadmus Labs, and he was sure his father was gleefully watching him waste his money. The Hardwicks were about to become a lot less wealthy, and the Luthors were about to become significantly more.

He wished Amy's innocent beliefs about relationships were true for people like him. That he'd seen Victoria at that charity event and innocently thought that perhaps they could make a happy life together. That he cared if she cheated on him with Dick (if, indeed, she had cheated on him with Dick - he did now remember a certain plasticity about her smile when she'd been 'introduced' to Dick at the event).

The reality was that for people like him and Victoria, a romantic relationship was first and foremost a business partnership.

A business partnership she'd already betrayed in a far more substantial way than just by having sex with someone else.

He sighed. It was a sweet gesture on Amy's part. He was sure she had the best of intentions. He also wasn't blind. He could tell that she was interested in him... but he'd let the girlish crush fester quietly. Maybe for too long.

Still, something felt cruel about crushing her hopes so quickly after such a gesture. Once the Hardwicks had bitten too deeply into the poisoned apple they'd tried to steal from his garden, he'd tell her the actual reason that Victoria would no longer be visiting the mansion, at least. Depending on how long that took, he might be able to let her down gently at the same time.

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Savannah panted softly as she laid on the bed, Dick having just pulled out of her. "Mm, you fuck me so good, white boy," she breathed out, looking up at him with a light smile on her lips.

"And you always pay me back," he replied, planting his cock in between her breasts.

"You really like my big black tits, huh?" She teased, smiling up at him as her hands went to her breasts, just gripping his cock with them. He started to gently pump back and forth atop her. "Good thing I'm the bustiest girl in Smallville."

"It's a good thing that you're beautiful, sexy, and drama free," he told her - his little way of reminding her that he wasn't comparing girls. That was part of his charm, really. When you were with him, other girls didn't exist. She quietly leaned forward, suckling softly on his cockhead, her tongue flicking against it. She could taste herself, a little bit, but most of the flavor was his cock - and it was a damn fine treat, a salty piece of white man-meat. He grunted in response, his length throbbing as he grew that little bit more excited, his hips pumping at her breasts, his balls slapping against them.

The titfuck didn't really do anything for her, but he clearly liked it, his hands reaching for her nipples, pinching them and pulling her breasts that little bit tighter around his cock. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't really pleasurable either - sadly, her tits weren't that sensitive. She suckled all the harder on the tip of his cock as he upped his pace, his length spearing into her mouth, running along her tongue as he just pumped away. She did her best to further massage his cock in her breasts, pushing her tits into each other, and into his dick, as he pumped at them both.

He let out a little groan of pleasure, and she made a game of seeing how quickly she could make him come, her tongue dancing along the underside of his cockhead each time it pushed into her mouth, her lips suckling on it. The little noises he made were always fun to hear, the little grunts and groans, the soft pants, the needy hnnghs where he almost but not quite came. Those ones were almost like a form of denial play, because she'd slurp extra hard on his cockhead as it was pushed deep into her mouth, mash her tits into his dick, lean up, and do everything she could to get him off - but then he'd fall slack for a moment, his orgasm once more missed.

She wondered how annoying it was for him. Or if it even was annoying - maybe he was intentionally trying not to come each time he did that. Hell, maybe he was just putting on a show for her.

It was fun, anyway. When he finally came in her mouth, she showed off his sweet-tasting cream for a long few seconds, then gulped it down eagerly, smiling warmly as she did. "Another tasty load of your white cum, Dick," she said, as he planted his ass down on the bed, sitting there as he caught his breath in the afterglow. She rested her cheek against his thigh, and he automatically started to stroke her hair. Her eyes first went to his cock - still hard, like always - before rolling onto her back to look up at him. His own eyes ran across her naked body, and she could only smile at the way he drank in her tits with his gaze. She wiggled her body. "Like my big, black tits still, huh?"

"Absolutely," he agreed. "Just like you like my big white cock," he added, absently flexing his dick right in front of her face. She let out a little laugh, then leaned in, kissing it flirtatiously, her tongue flicking against his slit. "Come on, babe, don't tease me."

"Who's teasing?" She replied, a smile on her lips, and she opened her mouth wide and expectantly.

He just planted one hand on the back of her head, quietly directing her down onto his cock, making her start to slowly but surely swallow up his length. She hummed around it, wanting to add to his pleasure, her tongue dancing along it - then the doorbell rang. For a moment, he just looked into the distance, like he could see through walls to the front door, and she just kept on sucking all the while, humming faintly to invite his attention back to her.

He did turn his gaze back to her, idly running his fingers through her hair as she sucked him up, shifting on the bed to make it easier for her. Soon enough, he was lying on his back on the bed, head propped up on some pillows, and she was on her hands and knees between his legs, slurping his fat cock up into her throat. She made sure to push her tits into his thighs as she moved, knowing by experience that that always excited Dick that little bit more. She gulped up his cock, hands on his thighs, running her tongue along the underside of his length.

"That's a good girl," he said with a long sigh, hand reaching down to run his fingers through her hair. She started to bob, gently raising and lowering her mouth on his cock, enjoying his salty taste as she bobbed on his dick. "God, your black lips and tits both look so good wrapped around my white cock, it's hard to pick which one I want more," he said, and she just smiled with her eyes up at him, hand reaching out to gently fondle his balls.

Then something wet sounded like it hit the roof just above Dick's room. He lived on the second story, so she initially assumed that it was just water or something, but Dick's response was to look in that direction, then hurriedly pull her off his cock. "Fucking hell, sorry, Savannah. I've got to deal with a little drama, I think," he said - and then Savannah saw a girl out the window, seemingly holding onto a rope or something.

It was Richelle, actually. "Oh, hey, Richelle," she said, with a smile and wave to the other girl. "You want a round with Big Dick?" She knew that Dick was fucking her, and she'd seemed okay, even if she was an awkward pervert that Savannah normally wouldn't think twice about. "Probably shouldn't try breaking into his bedroom."

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Richelle just sort of awkwardly sputtered as Savannah opened the window, still naked, and felt a steaming sense of inferiority as she watched those big stupid tits of hers flop around. After a second of just hanging there, she decided to clamber into the room. She'd been invited! "Hey, Dick," she said, with an awkward smile as she stepped into his bedroom.

"Richelle. Climbing up the side of my house is not romantic," Dick said, making her cheeks burn in humiliation at the quiet reproach.

"Yeah," Savannah said. "If you were a guy and you did that to me, I'd open the window with the yard clippers in hand and send you on your ass."

"I-! I was worried you were sick or something bad had happened! I mean, there were those guys, they tried to kill you, and they could move through solid objects or whatever, right?!"

"Richelle. Here is the rule. No climbing the side of my house. No stalking me. No weird 'romantic' shit. I'm not going to be your boyfriend, now or ever." Richelle squirmed, feeling smaller and smaller the more he spoke. "If you can accept all that, then I'll call you up and fuck you silly from time to time. If you break those rules, that's it, we're done. Understand?"

"Okay. I understand. Sorry... I really was worried, though! I mean, it was just a couple days ago that it happened..."

"To be clear, Richelle." Dick leaned up on the bed, and he was really hot and sexy. "I'm only even giving you this last chance because you did me a real favor, and you've never done anything too serious. I need you to understand that I've seen you following me at inappropriate times. It's one thing to look at me while we're at school, it's another to shadow me from a block behind." He- he'd noticed her?! B-but-! She'd been so stealthy! She'd practically been a female Solid Snake! "Got it?"

She gulped. "Yes... sorry..." She could feel tears starting to form in her eyes. She'd totally screwed things up! Idiot! Idiot! Now- who knew how much extra time it would take for Dick to realize that she was perfect for him, that they were pretty much picked by God for each other?! Months? Years?!

"Good. I need to make that clear to you, but you don't need to feel bad. If I didn't want to fuck you, I wouldn't offer you this second chance either." He got up from the bed at that point, his dick bouncing back and forth in the air as he moved, so big and hard and enticing. Richelle was practically drooling as he approached her. "Get down on your knees," he told her, and she dropped quickly to her knees, her jeans smacking against his carpeted floor. He just casually lined up his cock with her lips, and she let her mouth fall open for him, hoping that he'd forgive her for this transgression if she behaved herself now.

When he didn't immediately shove his cock forward, she instead slurped his cock down into her mouth, gagging a bit as she took it, tearing up, but continuing anyway. Her hands grabbed onto his bare thighs, and she looked up at him for approval. He gave her a little pat on the head - and then turned his attention up to Savannah.

She couldn't complain about that. If she complained about that, he'd definitely file her into 'gross clingy stalker bitch' and then they'd never be together. She had to show that she was totally fine being just another fuckbuddy, or he wouldn't keep her around long enough to stop sowing his wild oats. So she just started to bob her head on his cock, noisily slurping and sucking, licking all over his big, fat, tasty cock as it slid in and out of her throat.

"Don't worry too much about Dixie, she really loves sucking cock," he told Savannah, and Richelle nodded readily, happy to hear him use her nickname again. Her hand went down into her pants (you had to wear pants when you were jumping around and swinging webs, Supergirl was an idiot to wear a skirt any guy could look up), starting to frig herself as she simultaneously began to forcefully bob on his cock, ramming her mouth up and down as hard as she could, sucking and slurping and twisting her head energetically, wanting to show him what a good girl she could be.

He reached out for Savannah at that point, pulling the other girl up to him, and Richelle resisted the urge to let out a noise of unhappiness as she watched him grope Savannah's tits and ass (why did she have to be so skinny? Why couldn't she have big tits?! Maybe she should get a boob job, then he wouldn't need Savannah's tits!) and start making out with the black girl. She could hear them sloppily slobbering all over each other, the wet smacks of his tongue against Savannah's. Out of the corner of her eye, she could even see him slide his fingers into Savannah's pussy, starting to finger her.

It was obviously a test! She wasn't dumb! She wasn't going to fall for it! Obviously, he was doing that to see if she really meant it when she said she was sorry and that she'd do better going forward, so she just bobbed all the more frantically on his cock, closing her eyes altogether to just focus on pleasuring him. She wouldn't overreact, or get angry, or upset (at least, not outwardly) about him fingerfucking and making out with another girl right in front of him. She was going to ignore the little noises of pleasure that Savannah was letting out as she got fingered. She was going to focus on Dick, and herself, and screw Savannah! She'd show Dick that she could be a good girl!

Her hand in her cunt got even more active, her bobbing more frantic and louder. Her head swiveled from side to side as she sucked and licked all over his cock, her eyes remaining shut. In her mind's eye, she could rewrite the whole scenario. He wasn't making out with somebody else. It was just the two of them there, her on her knees, sucking his dick, and he was just quietly taking it. In fact, in this fantasy, it was their wedding night, and she was in her wedding dress as she slurped hungrily on his dick, her mouth bobbing up and down maniacally. She'd open up with the blowjob, and then-! Actually, he'd probably fuck her, right? She could ask for a fucking after this blowjob, and he'd probably give it to her, he wasn't selfish!

She slammed herself down his length, holding herself down in his pelvis, mashing her nose into his groin. Her hand in her cunt went absolutely crazy, and she finally managed to get herself off, letting out a choked moan around his cock. "See?! I can suck your dick and come even when you're fingering and making out with another girl in front of me! That's how much I love you, Dick!" She wanted to cry the words out, but obviously saying them out loud would be stupid. So instead she just slurped on his cock even more wetly as she came, her legs spasming beneath her. Wet, gagging noises of pleasure escaped her throat, and she could only hope that it served to further pleasure him, her mouth going absolutely wild on his dick.

Once her orgasm finished, Dick pulled her off his cock, leaving her to gasp and pant for air, staring up at him through teary eyes. He also broke off the kiss with Savannah, looking down at her again. "Pay attention to me!" (She didn't scream that, either.)

"Why don't you get naked, babe?" She immediately started to strip, peeling her way out of her clothes. He casually led Savannah away from her, and with a little direction, she was soon lying on the bed right next to Savannah.

The other girl was so much more casual about this whole thing than Richelle could possibly be, spreading her legs readily for him. Richelle grabbed her thighs and hefted them up a little, wanting to make it that little bit easier for him to fuck her - and she won their little unspoken contest, because he shoved his cock into her pussy first, just ramming himself inside her and starting to pound away. He watched her body from above, his eyes on her features as he furiously pounded into her, his mattress squeaking beneath her as he rutted away. Her pussy was wet and on fire from the rough fucking, and she just let the pleasure wash over her. It was soooo good, he was so rough and hard and just wonderful. Her eyes wandered his naked body, and she could feel a dopey smile run across her lips.

Then she came. Her body spasmed on his cock, and she tried to lock her legs around his hips, wanting to drag him inside her and feel him spray his hot cum inside her on some animalistic instinct. Unfortunately, he just casually pulled out, her wobbly legs too weak to stop him despite her super strength, and went right over to shove his dick in Savannah's pussy.

"Mmm, that's it," Savannah half-moaned, quivering on his cock, and Richelle immediately regretted not dirty talking for him. Idiot! Idiot idiot idiot! She had to be the best lay he'd ever had, if she wanted him to ever stop fucking other women! Dick's cock was pressed deep inside of Savannah's pussy, and he was just rolling his hips around inside her. "Fuck me with that big, white, cock, baby," she breathed out, squirming subtly on his cock. He took hold of her thighs, pushing deep inside her, and Richelle could actually see the other girl's stomach faintly bulging.

She needed to take in every detail of how Savannah fucked Dick, to be the absolute best lay she could be! She had an advantage (superpowers), but she hadn't been having sex with Dick for as long. "Your black pussy loves this white cock, doesn't it?" Dick asked, as he ground around inside her. She just panted and moaned, nodding her head rapidly. He leaned down over her as he just shifted his hips, rolling his cock around inside her, his hands going to Savannah's breasts. He played with and squeezed them, making Richelle feel inadequate up top again, but she just mentally resolved to put together the money and get a boob job... but what if he liked big naturals?!

She was still warring with herself over whether or not to get a boob job when Savannah came, moaning loudly on his cock - and he promptly pulled out of her, grabbing Richelle's thighs and just starting to ram away at her pussy. She squeaked at the first thrust, then remembered: dirty talk! She couldn't do the race play thing, though. "Ohh, it's so big, Dick! Thank you for fucking me with your big dick! I love it! Harder, harder," she panted out, mostly because it sounded good, but Dick apparently liked it, because he upped his pace still further, the mattress squeaking underneath her as she got absolutely fucked into the bed.

She loved how it felt, his big, fat cock ramming deep inside her, her head spinning from each thrust. Her head rolled from side to side - and then she came, moaning as she cast her head back. Dick took the opportunity to pull out of her, going back to Savannah and stuffing his cock inside, just grinding against her while Richelle quietly shivered on the bed in the afterglow of her own orgasm.

"That's it, that's it, stuff me full of that big, white cock," Savannah begged. "You feel so good inside me, grind it in."

Richelle just bit her lip. She should add her own dirty talk, right? Even while he was fucking Savannah? But it had to be good, though. It had to get Dick off. It couldn't sound selfish or needy, like begging for more sex, or he'd definitely get mad at her. Well... okay... "Fuck her good, Dick!" She said, and both of them looked at her, making her instantly want to curl into a ball. "I- I'm encouraging you, to have good sex," she said, hurriedly - and Dick just reached over for her, continuing to grind inside of Savannah. He gently pat her head, reassuring her that she hadn't done something bad and gone too far - and then he stuffed his fingers into her cunt and started to fingerbang her hand, pounding at her pussy with relentless force.

She actually wound up coming before Savannah, that round.

* * *

I kept alternating between the pair, grinding deep inside Savannah's pussy before ramming away at Richelle's eager cunt. Richelle tried some dirty talk, but while it was nice that she was trying to be encouraging... well, I decided to tell Savannah to give her some dirty talk tips, after we were done. (And Richelle wasn't around, I didn't want to hurt her feelings.)

When I finally decided I wanted to come, I just shifted up onto the bed, placing my dick between their faces. They were both a little woozy from all the orgasms, but they managed to lean up. Savannah kissed and suckled at the side of my cock, and Richelle soon copied her, looking up at me for approval. I just gingerly pushed their bodies together - I didn't want to make a mess on the bed - and then came, spraying hot cum all over their bare chests and naked, sweaty bodies. It looked better on Savannah (white cum on dark skin is damn fine), but Richelle was making an effort, so I made sure to give her an equally thick load rather than making her feel left out.

When I was spent, Richelle kept on quietly suckling on the side of my cock, looking up at me sweetly for approval.

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Big Dick, Smallville, Chapter 13: Nanananana Nanananana Spider-Girl
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One problem with fucking so many girls is that sometimes, they approach you for sex. Obviously, it makes them feel like shit if you turn them down, but equally obviously, if you fuck every girl who asks, and half the girls in school want to fuck you, it wouldn't matter even if they were all insanely low-libido, you'd have no time for anything but sex. And while I like fucking, a lot, I do like being able to do other things too.

I'd long since learned how to be gentle when I turned a girl down.

When I closed my locker, Richelle was standing there, wearing a bright smile - it was the sort of thing that would be a jump scare in some teen comedy, but I didn't react. "Dick?" She asked.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Can we talk, alone?" She glanced around for a moment.

"Sure. We can talk," I told her. I glanced around, finding a currently-quiet hallway, and guided her over to it.

She was practically bouncing on her heels as she followed me, and once we were alone, she grinned brightly and leaned in. "I'm the one who saved you from those thugs," she said.

"Oh. Yeah, I know. I recognized your clothes," I told her. She looked a little off-kilter by that response, so I decided to throw her a bone. "Thanks for that, by the way."

"You're welcome." She hummed and smiled up at me, looking a little expectant.

She obviously wanted me to fuck her. Now, on the basis that she did probably save my life, it was a reasonable ask... but exactly how many acts of fucking was one life saved worth? Lots. She was a great fellatrix, and she'd cleaned up okay, but she was still a flattie up top and I liked all different kinds of girls. I exaggerated the time so I could really take care with my answer to the implicit question, just contemplating it as I sat in front of her.

I ultimately decided, what the hell. One good screw, but done in such a way that she didn't think she could ask again and again for sex just by citing the saving my life thing. "After school, you want to come by my place?"

Her expression shifted, looking... less than happy, for some reason, but then she smiled again. "Sure," she said, nodding along. "We can talk more there, and I can tell you all about my cool superpowers, and everything."

Oh. Did she not want sex? She just wanted to talk about superpowers? She was some kind of comics nerd, come to think of it, so she probably was wanting to brag to somebody, and she didn't have many friends at school...

"Great. See you later, then," I said, giving her ass a quick squeeze before moving on. She let out a little noise of delight at that - a cute little half-gasp of bliss - so I figured that things were pretty good.

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It's a lot easier to be interested in what somebody's babbling about when they're a cute girl who's sucked your dick. Richelle was actually a surprisingly good storyteller - mostly because she was constantly monitoring me for my responses to her words.

She'd been bitten by a tarantula, and gotten the web-slinging powers she'd shown off. She was also feeling extra flexible and strong, but couldn't stick to walls like Peter Parker, and she couldn't really pull off the whole 'web slinging' thing. She figured that was probably because real spiders can't swing on their webs really, they just walk on them. She was thinking about learning to sow so she could make a superhero costume. I was actually starting to think she didn't want me to fuck her, she just wanted to brag, which was fine with me - girls generally only wanted to brag about something once, whereas they wanted to fuck me all the time.

"...and I did try lifting some stuff, and I could lift like two hundred pounds! I only weigh ninety-five pounds. I looked it up, and spiders can lift like ten to fifty times their body weight, but that's mostly 'cause they're so small. Still, pretty cool, huh?" She said, looking at me for approval.

"Yeah. It's awesome. Good for you, Dixie." She preened at that. "I'm not sure about the crime-fighting thing, though. You could get hurt."

"W-well, yeah," Richelle admitted. "But I've got superpowers, though!"

"So do other people," I pointed out. "I mean, one of those guys just walked right through your webbing. I think they were mostly out of juice when they attacked me." I tried to think of somebody else it wouldn't be tattling to mention their powers. "Oh yeah, and the coach was a pyrokinetic, too."

"You beat him up! You can't say I can't be a superhero just because I'm a girl!"

"He literally stole a car and drove onto my house's lawn," I told her. "I was defending myself. It doesn't have anything to do with gender. I don't go looking for fights." I guess, technically, I kind of had with that Rickman guy? But I hadn't actually, y'know, finished the fight or anything.

"Well, okay, but you don't have powers! I do! It's just like Uncle Ben said! With great power, comes great responsibility!"

"That's a comic book. This is real life, babe. Doing vigilanteism is like a crime."

"No, it's a citizen's arrest," she explained, puffing up. "It's actually legal."

"You can just become a cop if you want to fight cops so bad."

"All cops are bastards."

"Being a superhero is like being a cop, except you don't get paid and have no backup. Also, when you took those guys down, who do you think actually arrested them?"

"What if they try to make me do something I don't want to do, huh?"

"Then... quit? You're suggesting being a cop, with no pay, or backup, because 'all cops are bastards,' and then handing the criminals you take down over to the cops."

She huffed, then muttered to herself. "I thought you'd be more supportive." I'm pretty sure it was supposed to be enough of a mumbly thing that I wouldn't be able to hear it, but, you know - super hearing.

I decided to pretend like I didn't. "Look, babe. Comic books are comics."

"I have Spider-Man's powers!" She countered, halfway flipping her hands into the air. "Wait a second." She paused for a moment, staring me in the eyes. "Oh my God! You're a superhero too!"

"I'm not a superhero."

"Just what a superhero would say," she concluded, and I wanted to give her a noogie so badly in response to that. "You ask me for advice on dealing with your villains, but couched in questions about manga characters with telekinesis and mind control," she explained, a grin on her lips. "And then, you took down Coach Walt, with some lightning punch. I bet that you even started things with those thugs, but they managed to escape to track you down."

I'll give Richelle one thing - in addition to being a really enthusiastic fellatrix, she was also pretty smart. Or maybe had read too many comics. "Fine. Yes. I do have superpowers. Now, stop, trying to be a superhero."

She wore this dumb smug smile at that. "Jealous that your girlfriend has better powers than you?"

"You're not my girlfriend, and I am extremely secure in my masculinity." I did not mention that I could lift a hell of a lot more than two hundred pounds. "Look, let's take a break from this conversation. I figured you came here to fuck, and you do like fucking, don't you?"

She wiggled her lips on her mouth in a fairly cute way. "Wait... you don't want to be a real life superheroine's boyfriend?"

"I don't want to be anybody's boyfriend. I like being single and free to fuck around. If that's a problem with you, I can take you home, and that can be the end of things."

"No!" She instantly responded. "Sorry! I'm not clingy! It's okay," she said. I could see her heart rate accelerate, and then she got up, hurriedly starting to strip. "Let's do it, which hole do you like best, Dick? I'll do it in any hole you want."

I watched as she stripped herself naked. Trying to pick a hole was, honestly, hard. On the one hand, she was an enthusiastic fellatrix; on the other hand, fucking her cunt would feel good for her, and she'd gone for blowjobs-only the last time we'd fucked; and on the gripping hand, we hadn't done anal yet and she had a decently nice ass, though I didn't know how well she'd take to it. "Let's do it missionary," I told her.

"Alright!" She practically threw herself onto her back on my bed, spreading her legs immediately. It was pretty sexy and cute, so I just took off my pants, and she let out a little pant as she saw my cock pop free, her lips spreading just a little bit. When I started to approach her, she spoke up. "Um, take off your shirt, please," she said, looking worried that I'd complain about such a minor ask - I just smiled and took my shirt off. She stared at my bare chest as I got onto the bed with her, taking hold of her thighs.

I knew how she liked it, and she was already wet, so I just thrust inside her without any sort of real build-up, making her moan in pleasure as I started to pump at her body. The bed squeaked beneath us, with each and every thrust serving to make her body bounce on my dick. I expected her anxiousness about me not fucking her to slow down how fast she came, but as I pounded at her pussy, she came within a minute, thrashing and squealing out pleasure as her back arch and her pussy tightened up on my cock. I groaned, enjoying the feeling of her around my cock.

I did double check to see how she responded to a hard fucking during her orgasm as I pumped inside her - just in case anything had changed thanks to her Spider-Man ripoff powers - but her response was as enthusiastic as always. It was probably gripping me harder, but I couldn't really tell, just enjoying the way her inner walls were clamping down as I rammed away at her.

When she finished coming, she spoke up, this absurd, lewd look on her face as her tongue danced around in the air with each and every thrust. "Huh, harder," she panted out, and I used her thighs to heft her up a little, so her lower body was suspended in the air - and that gave me a better angle to fuck into her, pounding away. Her stomach swelled subtly with each thrust, as my big cock rammed deep inside her, and she just twitched and gasped in place, writhing on my dick in pure simple-minded ecstasy, her mouth falling open as she lost herself in the moment.

It was definitely one of her most obvious charm points, that raw, giddy enthusiasm. Plus the fact that she was into it nice and hard, so I didn't have to hold back much at all, just pounding at her pussy as she squirmed and writhed on my cock, moaning and gasping. "Dick, Dick," she whined out, quivering on my length before she came all over again.

I enjoyed her quickshot nature, too. Obviously, if you want to fuck girls a lot, you have to make sure they enjoy themselves - but for Richelle, that was mostly just about pounding at her. I could just enjoy watching her head roll this way and that, watching her mouth open and close as she gasped for air, the occasional moan of my name the only coherent noise she could make. Her pink skin, her perky nipples, the light sweat she was working up, making her skin shine in the light of my room - all of them were hot as hell.

Eventually, though, I decided that she'd enjoyed herself enough, and it was my turn. I pulled out of her pussy, and she let out a low, animal whine at the sudden absence, as I let her body flop bonelessly down against the mattress. Apparently her spider powers didn't grant her enhanced endurance, but I didn't mind much, moving over to her face with my cock, still slick with her juices. She opened her mouth without hesitation, noisily and intently sucking on it as I started to stick it in her mouth, her tongue dancing wildly, her eyes looking up at me for approval.

I ran my fingers through her hair as she did so, her cheeks hollowing sharply. When she gathered enough of her wits and energy about her, she reached up for my cock, stroking me off desperately, starting to shift on the bed, slobbering on my cock as she moved to take it deeper and deeper into her throat, gagging wetly but not letting that stop her. I just groaned, kept petting her - and then erupted halfway down her throat. She choked and sputtered, some of my cum shooting out her nose, but even that didn't make her pull off, her reckless, endless enthusiasm now manifesting in a blowjob that didn't stop for anything, her sucking lips dutifully smacking against my cock.

When I was finished coming, I pulled out of her mouth, going over to collect some paper towels from my desk and offering them up to her. She flushed and hurriedly dabbed at her face - then actually sniffed the paper towel, drinking in the smell of my cum like it was the sweetest ambrosia.

It really made me want to fuck her some more, my cock twitching in the air in front of her.

"We can keep going," she said, her gaze a little nervous as it landed on my cock.

I weighed it up in my head, then decided to go for it, getting back in between her thighs and starting to pound away. She squealed in bliss, actually holding the paper towel up to her face and sniffing at my cum that way.

I made a mental note that she was into smell stuff. Wasn't sure quite how to incorporate it into this position, but something to think about next time.

* * *

Richelle sighed as she plopped down on her bed. Her legs felt almost boneless from the hard fucking she'd gotten from Dick. Did he have sex superpowers? Was that it?

Well... super strength was a sex power, and she had super strength, but apparently she couldn't match him in the bedroom...

She sighed, rolling over to stare at the ceiling. She had forgotten to ask what his powers were, when she'd figured out that he had them. They could have bonded over them... maybe then he would have realized they were perfect for each other!

She needed to work on her sexual endurance, that was really it. Obviously, Dick had a very high libido - you didn't get a reputation like his without one - and he didn't want to have a girlfriend because he knew women couldn't keep up with him. She literally had superpowers, and she couldn't! He'd fucked her until she couldn't stand, then left her in his room to recuperate. He'd been nice and sweet and folded up her clothes by the bedside and kissed her forehead and tucked her in, but at the same time, she'd been showing him just how pathetic a woman she was, that she couldn't keep up with him. What guy wanted a woman who couldn't sexually satisfy him?! He'd still been hard when she'd given up...

She needed advice. She'd ask Savannah, since she was the only girl at school Richelle really knew... but Savannah was also fucking Dick, so she probably would just say something like, 'Dick just isn't that kind of guy.' Which was useless advice!

Maybe... maybe she could ask her mom? Obviously her mom wasn't the best at romance, or she'd have a dad or stepdad by now, but at least she was an adult...

* * *

Caroline stood in front of the door, her chin raised high, her eyes set forward - then she rapped on it. Soon enough, that boy's father appeared in the door, looking her up and down with lecherous eyes. "I'm here to speak to your son."

"He's in his room," he said, with a jerk of his head inside, just readily inviting her in. "Normally they're a bit chestier," he muttered under his breath, making Caroline steam at the comment, her cheeks heating up. She wanted to turn around and give the man a peace of her mind - but she resisted the urge, instead walking upwards to the boy's room.

"What're you doing here?" He asked, when she entered, his expression mostly just confused. He was actually just sitting at his desk, shirtless, with a book in his hand that he was apparently reading - but she focused her eyes up on his face, resisting the urge to admire his body, ignoring her treacherous body and hormones. "Caroline?"

"Stop-" She swallowed, her entire body full of anxious energy. "Stop just, playing with my daughter's heart!" She practically yelled the words out. "There."

"I'm not playing with her heart," he said, with a casual, self-assured energy.

"You're- I know you're fucking her, and have no intent of- of marrying her or anything. I know your type!"

"Yes. I told her. I'm not her boyfriend, or interested in being her boyfriend."

"Yet you keep fucking her," she accused, though she could feel her position crumbling beneath her feet.

"Dixie's a big girl." Dixie?! What, he had a cute pet name for her? This... ravenous bastard. "She can make her own decisions about who she fucks. Unless she sent you to talk on her behalf?"

"No, she-" She was completely losing her initiative. "She came to me to ask for advice, and I can only say that..." He got up out of his seat, and she lost her train of thought for a moment, her eyes falling on his muscular chest. Her accursed female body continued to betray her desire to remain sinless. "That, it's inappropriate, to have carnal relations, with a girl who isn't- who you have no intention of-" He was getting closer. She could smell him. His scent clogged her nose up, clogged her brain up. Why did she react this way to him?! Why did her clitoris throb as she remembered what he did last time, when he forced her...

"I'm going to keep fucking Dixie until she tells me she doesn't want to," he told her. He loomed over her. Powerful. Masculine. Strong. His hand went to her shoulder, and she could feel herself melting in his presence. All her thoughts of protecting her daughter were just dribbling out her wet cunt. "If she doesn't want to enjoy casual sex, that's fine. Plenty of other fish in the sea. But you can tell her that those are the options. There's no romance here, and I'm not interested in it."

He paused for a moment, just staring at her for several long seconds, while she just quietly quivered in place. It had been so long since she'd touched herself, or been touched, and thoughts of him had danced continuously through her head in every idle moment, the Devil working his wicked magic on her mind.

She needed to go. She needed to go before the temptation became too great for her. "Please," she breathed out instead - not a whine of escape, but of desire. She didn't want that to be what she said. She needed to...

His other hand went to her cheek. His thumb brushed against her lip, the touch electric. Her body was primed for a boy like him, and she couldn't control it. He seemed to just stare down at her, then gave her a smile. "Alright," he told her, and she knew what that meant, what it meant he would do to her. He used that hand of his to push down on her shoulder, and she just descended to her knees in front of him. He casually took out his cock, that thick, massive rod of his immediately looming over her features.

Her treacherous body reacted to it, of course. Her mouth fell open. Her eyes stared up at it in awe, wonder, arousal. Her clitoris throbbed once more, begging for her touch; her sex wished so dearly to be the thing that was going to be penetrated by it...

She had to suck it. She had to suck it, to keep at bay those thoughts, those desires. She had to. She leaned forward, her mouth opening wide to accommodate the tip of his cock, her tongue dancing along his cockhead. He just sighed, smiling down at her, hand on her head. Her heart fluttered despite everything, her wicked female body not caring in the least that this boy was taking advantage of her daughter, that he was her daughter's lover, that she was sucking the cock of a boy her daughter's age.

His taste on her tongue was intoxicating, and she did her best to slide forward, simply closing her eyes and relaxing. Relaxing as she felt him press against the back of her throat, her gag reflex the one part of her that still resisted allowing this boy to have his way with her however he liked.

He just casually tightened his grip on the back of her head, a silent command to her. And just as her feminine nature demanded, she submitted to him in spite of everything. All her time in prayer and Church couldn't stop the sin of Eve from making itself manifest in her, and she started to push against her gag reflex, her throat quietly spasming against his cockhead. His taste and scent filled her mouth as she strained to take more of him into her mouth and throat, as she strained to better service him, as she strained to get him off with her mouth.

Was it even about keeping him out of her sex at this point? Was it not her female pride now? Her desire as a woman to prove herself an effective Jezebel, to claim with her mouth and tongue that she could do well enough? Or maybe it was her lusts instead; the memories of working his length over, being made to degrade herself and venerate him, kissing and praising him and his iron rod, still danced through her head in idle moments, inciting the fire in her core that she refused to quench despite all temptations.

But now, presented with the object of that fire, the delirious, mind-melting thing in her mouth, she couldn't resist it any longer, and all that resistance only compounded the degree of her sin. She could hardly even claim he was forcing her into it. His hand on her head was commanding, but not urgent. If she pulled back, she believed he would even let her go, just as he claimed he treated her daughter. It was her own wicked, sinful self that was urging her on, slurping more noisily on his cock as she wetly gagged on his length. Her eyes opened to look up at him, and there was just a casual smile on his lips, though she could only see it through blurry eyes as she sucked and slurped on the uppermost part of his cock, her tongue dancing along the underside of his length.

She needed to take him deeper. She needed to. She forced herself along his length, the wet gagging pain somehow only a transcendently beautiful thing, an experience of quiet, masochistic self-improvement. Her clitoris continued to furiously throb, her sex feeling achingly empty even as she worked her hardest to take him ever deeper into her mouth, to get rid of his erection and to keep him far from her agonizingly slick sex.

She hoped that when she got home, she wouldn't be overcome by temptation and give in to the desire to self-pleasure...

But she doubted it.

Then he erupted, the young man simply spraying thick, vibrant seed all over the inside of her mouth. She jerked by way of response, his flavor clogging up her palate, her tongue, her throat, almost spewing out of her nostrils with how obscenely thick it was. She desperately swallowed as quick as she could, gulping it all down, and when he was completely spent, she couldn't help but notice that his cock was still hard.

Still throbbing.

Waiting for her pussy.

Waiting for her to reach out for it. To take it. To stroke it. To guide it into her cunt.

She shouldn't. She shouldn't.

But she was a woman, and just like a woman, she was so, so weak.

* * *

After she finished stripping herself naked and just bending herself over my bed, Caroline let out this piteous little whimper, needy and sexy at the same time. It was a bit of a change from her previous 'oh nooo, I don't want this,' and I definitely preferred it. Even if she wasn't willing to say out loud what she wanted, well, that slick sex and wiggling ass of hers didn't leave much up to the imagination. Given she'd sucked me off so enthusiastically, I couldn't exactly deny her at least a bit of fucking. I started off gentle, pushing my cock into her tight pussy and reaching one hand around to tease her lower lips. I was barely even an inch in when she came, shrieking like a banshee in ecstasy as she did.

Her other orgasms weren't quite so quick, but there was a quite rapid succession of them.

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Big Dick, Smallville, Chapter 12: Kinetic
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Caroline hadn't even left her room since last night. She had... truly disgraced herself. She'd listened to her daughter fuck the young man who had raped her, and she had touched herself to the sound. She had imagined herself in her daughter's place. She had... reached climax several times, to that.

She had managed to get enough of her wits about her to return to her bedroom before Dick finished with her daughter, but that mere act of removing herself from the incubus's presence had not been enough to end her lusts.

She had touched herself to the thoughts of him. Of the way he treated her. Why was she cursed with a woman's body and a woman's needs and a woman's lusts? Richelle's father had been much the same, just casually seizing her, using her, intoxicating her with pleasure until she was a lonely teenage mother who had only realized far too late that there was a reason God forbade sex before marriage.

She asked God once more for strength, in the lonely hours of the morning. Perhaps He would not be so kind as to spare her from these lusts altogether, but at least she could avoid the boy himself. If the opportunity did not present itself... if the boy did not arrive at their home and confront her, and take her, and claim her again... she swore to herself and to God she would not seek him out.

How could she even consider doing it?

The memory of the taste of his cock came unbidden, staining her tongue instantly. It ignited something inside her once more, and she squirmed on the bed.

Stay strong, she told herself. Stay strong. God is mightier than this.

She only hoped that she was mightier than it, too.

* * *

After practice wrapped up, we were in the locker room getting changed, and I approached Whitney. The locker room was a good place to talk to him, since his girlfriend and her poison necklace were never around. "Hey, man. You seem out of it," I told him. "Something happen?"

It wasn't good for the team if one of us was moping. Also, he was my teammate, and I was the quarterback, so it was kind of my duty to check in on him.

He sighed at that, staring at the locker and just slamming it shut. "You wouldn't understand."

"I'm a smart guy, I can understand a lot of things," I told him, and he let out a small laugh at that, shaking his head for a moment.

"It's my scholarship to Kansas State. It's... been withdrawn," he said, letting out a long sigh.

"Sucks, man."

"It doesn't just 'suck,'" he snapped at me, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. He was throwing a hissy fit. "It's easy for you, Dick. Everybody fawns over you, you'll obviously go pro, but I'm going to wind up stuck in this town, working some shit job at Circuit City until I start having heart problems in my fifties, only recognizable as a has-been and remember-him."

"There's Circuit Cities in Metropolis too, you know," I pointed out. He just gave me a glare. "If you want to move out of town, it's not hard. Save up a few thousand dollars for your first couple months' rent, get a job-"

He slammed his locker shut. "Oh, so I can play out the same fate in the city?"

"No, nobody will remember you or think of you as a has-been, in that case," I responded. "If your problem is that you're not going to go to college, that's a different problem from if it's living in this town." I patted him on the shoulder. "You're a smart guy, Whitney. You can come up with something."

* * *

"Chug, chug, chug," Wade and the others chanted, and Whitney eagerly drank down the beer, letting out a loud belch when he finished the drink. He got a sharp smack on the back at that point. "Good job, man," Wade said, patting him even harder. He almost coughed up what he'd drunk at that point.

"Yeah, I sure did manage to drink some beer," he said, earning laughs all around.

"Look, I know you're feeling like shit after the news about your scholarship getting pulled," Wade said. "I felt the same way when my scholarships dried up after I blew out my knee. But there's more to life than college," he said, reaching out for a girl, who smiled and came up to him. Effortlessly charmed. He casually groped hes ass and kissed her before just giving her a smack on the butt and sending her on. "You can live a good life, man. Even after all this."

Whitney sighed at that, his thoughts going back to what Dick had said. "Yeah right."

"Nah, for real," Wade repeated. "I've got a great business opportunity," he continued, an almost conspiratorial smile on his lips.

Whitney just quirked an eyebrow. "What?"

"Ehh... I'll tell you later," he said, with a small cackle, then jerked his head to one side. Whitney decided to go with him.

* * *

The next time I saw Whitney, he had a tattoo.

Oh, he had it covered up, but I recognized it pretty quickly, because I check for meteor rocks semi-frequently. Not as much as I should, probably, but often enough to catch that a member of my team now had a glowing green L on his shoulder. Presumably, it was short for Lana.

Jesus. Maybe they really were meant for each other. What was Lana gonna do to one-up him? Eat her stupid necklace? Get some meteor rock grills?

He looked psyched as hell, his previous apparent depression having ended, so I wasn't going to directly mention he'd decided to plant the 'drive you crazy and/or kill you and/or give you superpowers' rock into his skin. I just kept my distance from him and fucked Savannah during the lunch break, the black beauty moaning as I all but mauled her tits - more for my pleasure than for hers, it was my dick that was doing all the pleasuring of her tight black pussy.

Once it was time for practice, though... well... Whitney was basically toxic to me at this point. I literally could feel the way my powers and body started to wither and die the moment I got within a few feet of him. So, I decided to tell the coach that I was under the weather, and head off. (It was a new coach; the old one was still a quadriplegic psycho in prison for a bunch of attempted murders.)

With the sudden influx of free time, of course, I flipped through my contacts to consider exactly who to fuck. I'd just done Savannah. Chloe liked to watch. Tina, maybe? Tina had gotten me discovered by Chloe, so maybe I could do something with that? Eh. Sex was about fun, not weird power plays. Richelle... I didn't really want to fuck Caroline, since girls that are all weird about consent are just a chore. A girl should say what she wants, and then I'll give it to her, trying to fumble around in the dark as she pretends she doesn't like it... it just isn't a good time.

Hm, how was Amy doing, actually? The last time we'd fucked, her brother had gotten sent to the psych ward... I guess I should check in. She was a cute, hot piece of ass too. I called her up. "Amy?" I asked, when she picked up.

"Hello?" Was her response.

"It's Dick."

"Oh," she said, with this venomous note to her voice.

"Hey, I didn't get your brother in trouble - he got himself in trouble, attacking people. If you want me to fuck off, just say so, but I was just thinking about how cute you were, and how I'd like to see you again."

There was a long pause, then she spoke up again. "Okay. Come over. I have some free time."

* * *

Amy knew that Dick had fucked Victoria. He'd admitted as much last time that they'd fucked... but how could she prove that to Lex? He wouldn't just listen to her, not after everything with Jeff - he'd just file it under 'crazy stalker's sibling is also a crazy stalker.' Which was totally reasonable - it was Jeff's fault, not Lex's.

But now, if Dick came over... she found an app on her phone for recording, plugged her phone into the wall, and set it to record, face down. It'd catch what Dick said before/after he fucked her, and that would contain proof that Victoria had cheated on Lex with Dick.

She'd have to edit around the part where she actually was fucking Dick, though, so during the sex itself, no talking about Victoria! She nodded to herself.

The fact that it meant she got to have sex with Dick again certainly wasn't something she minded... that much. She was sure sex with Lex would be different, because she loved him, but Dick definitely had something special going for him, with his amazing body and his big, hard, cock.

"Amy?" That was Dick's voice, as he knocked on the door, and she scrambled over to open it, smiling up at him as he arrived. "Hey. You want to do it here?"

"Yeah," she agreed immediately. "Um. One question, though," she added. He made a gesture to speak. "Who's the better lay: me, or Victoria?"

He snorted at that. "You shouldn't ask for comparisons. What if I said you were worse?" His hand casually cupped her cheek, and she let out a soft breath as he leaned down and kissed her. "You're both great. If there was a girl who was truly the best at sex, then I would only fuck her. But everyone has their own charm points and skills."

That wasn't quite a confession. "You've fucked us both. What's she better at than me?" She didn't want to sound too pouty/needy, so... "If I wanted to be better at sex than her?"

Dick let out a chuckle. "She was a fun zipless fuck. There's something nice about fucking a rich girl. But let's focus on the two of us, not on her, Amy," he said, grabbing her by the hip, pushing her backwards towards the bed. He gently guided her down onto her back on the bed, quickly stripping her bare beneath him, disrobing himself almost as fast. His bare skin was exposed, pure rippling muscle delighting her eyes... but it was his cock that really caught her attention. The sheer girth of it, the length, the fat thing coming to rest on her stomach, looming over her, telling her just how deep it would end up going. Her pussy quietly pulsed with desire as it rested there, just-barely not teasing her clit with their respective positions.

"Put it in," she breathed out. "Put it in and tell me I'm better than Victoria."

He just frowned at that. "You got some kind of issue with Victoria? I've dealt with that kind of crazy before, I'd really rather not do it again."

"No, sorry," Amy said. "Just fuck me," she corrected, and he grinned at that, lining his cock up with her sex. She took in a deep breath, and exhaled as he simply shoved himself ever-deeper inside her, laying claim to her tight cunt with every passing inch. She let out a low groan, her back arching, as she felt his thick rod rub its way all over her inner walls, as she felt him resculpt her cunt to the size of his cock. Her deepest points were soon being stimulated, her pussy wet and slick and eager for his cock. She writhed on him, panting for breath and delirious with the sensation of just how deep he was.

He was full and inside her, grinding at her deepest points, and she just squirmed beneath him. The pleasure was just as good the second time, intense and mind-numbing, her body squirming as she laid beneath him, her breathing hot and ragged as he forcibly fucked her like that. Most of his cock remained inside her, each pump of his hips only pushing him a couple inches back and forth, letting him rub all over her deepest points.

"You're cute like this," he told her, and she just wriggled on his cock, a brainless gasp escaping her throat. "If you want to make it better for me, though..." He trailed off, and she nodded stupidly. She wanted to be good at sex- for Lex, of course, for Lex. "You could try talking during, you know? A little dirty talk to spice things up."

"Cuh, can't, ahnm," she moaned out, quivering beneath him.

"Mm, something to practice when you masturbate, then," he told her, casually fucking her all the while, her body on fire with each and every thrust, hot breaths spilling out of her mouth.

"Nn, not, ahm," she whined, and he paused his thrusts, making her head slowly come back together. He looked down at her with some small note of concern in his gaze - oh, she'd been saying 'not,' he must have thought she wanted her to stop. Her cheeks glowed as she realized what she'd actually been about to say, but she managed to speak up despite it. "I, it's not, like this, when it's me," she admitted. "It feels so much better with you."

At that, Dick leaned down over her, sucking on her neck as he started to pump at her pussy again, and it felt even better this time. Her hands came up to just fruitlessly claw at his back, his skin seeming to resist it as she scraped against and beneath him. Her breaths spilled out endlessly, her inner walls quietly twitching around his cock, her eyes half-lidding and almost rolling back as she lost herself entirely in the moment.

She came again, in hardly any time at all - and then he popped his lips off her neck as she moaned out her pleasure, her inner walls pulsing and squeezing around his cock. "That was good dirty talk," he told her, his hips still pumping away inside her, seeming to ignore the way her legs just wrapped around his hips, trying to squeeze and pull him deep inside her and hold him there. "You're a natural," he told her, and she could only flush. "When you dirty talk with whatever guy you're with, say things like that. Tell him how good it feels. How masturbation can't compare."

She nodded, biting her lip for a moment. "I, cuh, can't, come, from, masturbatingggg!" The last word became a drooled-out nonsense as she came on his cock, spasming once more, eyes peeling back. He just held himself inside her this time, rolling his hips around and around, teasing the inside of her pussy. She could only gasp in response to what he was doing, only quiver and jerk, her eyelashes fluttering senselessly as he went at her. His cock rubbed and ground against the most sensitive parts of her, and she was left gasping for breath, losing herself in the moment, her eyes rolling around in her skull as Dick just laid waste to her needy cunt, as he taught her all about what pleasure was.

* * *

Amy was definitely trying, I could tell - but she also was definitely weak to my big cock. I'd have recommended that she try buying a big dildo, if she couldn't come while masturbating normally - it's not like my dick has magic powers, it's just big and I pay attention to what makes the girl feel good - but it probably would have come off as insulting. So, after fucking her for a good twenty minutes or so, I casually pulled out of her pussy, leaving her a sweaty, panting mess on the bed, and gently planted one hand on her head, pulling her mouth towards my cock.

She dutifully opened up, mouth stretching wide as I slid my cockhead into her mouth, rubbing it around on her palate and tongue. She started getting involved, tongue flashing out to tease and rub at my cock, a low groan escaping my throat, and I just came, splattering the inside of her mouth with a nice, thick load of my cum. She let out a gentle sigh around my dick, her eyes turning up to me with a lusty expression as she gulped down my cum.

I was pretty sure she was actually into Lex. At the same time, she really was into sex with me, that much was obvious.

Not that I could blame her. Most women were really into sex with me.

It was probably more convenient this way, really - sometimes girls got confused and got to thinking I was their boyfriend, and she seemed particularly disinclined to do so. More risky that she'd wind up thinking that about Lex.

"Mm..." Amy hummed from the bed, gulping down the cum in her mouth. "So..." She sounded husky and horny as she looked up at me. "How did you do it with Victoria?"

I chuckled at that. I understood the impulse, at least. She was into Lex; Lex was with Victoria; she had to be better than Victoria, right?! I just patted her head. "Don't tell her I said this, but you're a better lay." Victoria was a bit... lacking in the bedroom. The kind of girl who thought that her job was about looking good when the guy stuck it in.

She smiled at that. "Thanks... but how did you do it, though?"

"From behind, in the closet," I told her, and she smiled.

Then there was a scream from elsewhere in the mansion, and not the kind of scream that came when you saw a cockroach. I swiveled my head around to find the source, eventually locating Victoria getting attacked by four guys - all of whom had green glowing marks on their upper arms.

And one of those green glowing marks was in the shape of an 'L.'

Whitney.

At least he wasn't involved in the actual attack, instead seeming to gesticulate wildly as one of the guys held onto Victoria - the other two just grabbed his shoulder and dragged him into a hidden room, where they immediately started to shove money into bags.

Whitney was involved in armed robbery. And by "involved" I mean he was currently shoving money into the bag while one of his buddies menaced the hot rich girl.

Cool.

Great.

Didn't get the scholarship you wanted, so it's now time to become a career criminal.

I guess that explains the green tat - presumably, it gave you some type of superpower useful in robbing a mansion.

I just grabbed my phone and called 911, stepping out of Amy's bedroom in my underwear so that I could tell them what I'd actually seen without her wondering how I had seen what was going on despite it being obstructed by several opaque walls.

I couldn't go deal with it personally - they all had glowing green tattoos, my experience with Whitney at practice had shown that they were enough to fuck me up - but I could at least keep an eye on things, just in case there wound up being something I could do.

In the end, though, I mostly just watched as Whitney and his crew shoveled money into bags, and even when security wound up arriving, they managed to seemingly walk through walls, shoving Victoria aside before vanishing just before they could get caught, using their abilities to maneuver around the security teams and escape the mansion altogether.

They'd stashed a car a couple blocks away, and I considered the situation for a long few seconds.

Whitney had gotten that tattoo, like, yesterday. He couldn't have been seriously planning this for that long - he'd gotten the tattoo and gotten roped into this, probably in the same day. I didn't think of him as a criminal or anything...

But he had done this. They weren't holding him at gunpoint, and in the car, his body language suggested more relief than anything else, as the car started to drive away from the mansion.

So, I left the mansion at high speed, flew up into the air, and followed the car from above. They managed to avoid the police, but I could see through walls, and as far as I was concerned, the four of them glowed. They got out of the vehicle in a parking garage, switched cars, taking their loot and driving off into the sunset. Once they parked at some abandoned warehouse that looked like it had been turned into a place to host raves, though...

I called the police again. I told them that I'd managed to follow the robbers all the way here, and had seen them enter this building.

It was apparently very important to them, because it only took a couple minutes for them to show up at the address I gave.

* * *

As it turned out, the cops weren't able to capture and hold the people capable of walking through walls - I probably should have thought of that, to be honest, but I was a bit too distracted by the moral implications of turning in a member of my football team (after much consideration: none).

Whitney showed up for practice the next day. There was maybe a bit of jumpiness and anxiety in his movements, but he was otherwise unperturbed. I had to bow out again, once more claiming to be under the weather.

I wasn't particularly in the mood for sex at that moment, so I wound up just wandering around town, using some of my spare cash from one of my sugar mamas to pick up a couple new video games, get some ice cream, and just enjoy some time to myself.

Richelle actually found me while I was enjoying some nachos at the mall's food court, which was somewhat surprising, but I figured there was no reason to tell her to buzz off.

"So, u-um," Richelle swallowed, as she sat down across from me, fidgeting in her seat. "When you get done eating, do you want to, um, feed me something? In the bathroom?"

It was definitely a cute question, and the thought was certainly appealing, but I just shook my head. "Not really in the mood at the moment."


"What? Why?" Her voice had some detectable anger to it, real energy of complaint behind it. "I mean... did you... already do it with somebody else?"

"No, just not in the mood right now," I told her, with a shrug. "I don't only think about sex, Dixie."

"O-oh, of course, that makes sense," Richelle said, nodding rapidly, her mood instantly heightening. "Sorry for assuming. So, you bought some video games?" She asked, tilting her head. I showed her the boxes for the games I'd bought - the latest Call of Duty and Elden Ring - and she let out a coo. "Ooo, Elden Ring! Hey, if you have any trouble with that, you can ask me, okay? I beat the whole game, even Malenia, without using summons at all," she explained, like those words meant anything to me.

"What, you fight the former First Lady?"

"Wha-? Oh! No," Richelle said, shaking her head desperately. "She's a really tough boss in the game," she explained.

"Cool. I heard it was good," I said, going back to my nachos, and we chatted a little about this and that. Unfortunately, despite Richelle's clear attempts to come up with something, we just didn't have that many shared interests.

That was fine in my book - you didn't have to share that many interests to have a good fuck with a person, or to like them, or to hang out from time to time - but it clearly bothered Richelle, who asked about any books or video games or comics or anything that I would recommend. I wound up suggesting Slay the Spire, this neat mobile phone game I'd been playing, which she gave me a look about but nodded along to.

Once I was done eating, I got up. "I'm kind of planning to get some alone time, sorry, Dixie."

"Oh! Oh, it's okay, you need alone time, obviously, that's fine," Richelle said, nodding along rapidly. "I'm not offended or anything, it's cool!" She pushed her tongue against her lower lip. "We could do a quickie and then I could go?" She suggested, with big eyes.

I almost took her up on it, to be honest - but I decided against it. "No thanks, babe. Maybe later. I'll call you next time I'm in the mood, alright?" That was enough to make her nod rapidly and happily, practically skipping off into the distance.

I went back to shopping at that point, picking up a couple books that looked interesting, before heading out. I was planning to just use my superspeed to get home, but I suddenly felt weak - and I got shoved up against the wall by somebody who felt way, way too strong.

That fucking meteor rock shit, I was pretty sure. "You bastard. You cost us our score, and our hideout," the guy said.

Great. One of Whitney's gang. "I... don't know... what you're talking about," I lied. He wasn't wearing a mask, so I was pretty sure he could and would kill me, and given I currently had less than no powers, well, I wasn't super confident in my ability to handle it. "Please, man, you must have me confused for somebody else."

"You're sure it was him, right?"

"Richard Johnson, yeah," the first one said, still holding me against the wall. Fuck. They must've gotten the info off a cop or something. Shitty corrupt small town cops.

I was actually starting to get seriously worried about dying here. Some stupid part of me noted this was my punishment for not getting that blowjob from Richelle, and I snorted, earning another slam against the wall. "You think this is funny?"

"No, just thought... I missed my last chance for a blowjob," I told him, and he just glared at me by way of response.

At that point, something large, white, and gummy just slammed into the guy, and he wound up tumbling across the ground. It was just bizarre to see, my brain not really quite processing. It looked like... I don't know... a giant wad of gum? The other two guys turned to face where it came from, and I saw Richelle there - well, she was wearing a covid mask, but I could recognize her as Richelle, since she was wearing the same clothes from earlier, had the same build, and the same hair. She flipped up her wrists and seemed to just fire another couple giant gumballs at the pair, knocking them back like she was hitting them with bricks - then she started to spray the stuff out like a firehose, coating the guys in it.

"Evildoers beware! It is I! Arachne! Here to stop your crimes!" She was really hamming it up, seemed to be enjoying herself, and had just saved my life, so I didn't note how cringe it sounded, just got well away from them and behind her. "Violently harassing this young man? Fiends! You should apologize!"

At that, one of them wiggled his way out of the goop, the stuff just sort of halfway phasing through him. His arm also fell off - or, it was one of those prosthetic arms, I realized, after a second. He roared and rushed towards Richelle. I was about to yank her back and run for it, when she just threw another brick of goop right at his face, knocking him onto his ass with a groan.

"I will be contacting the authorities, and you three will be facing justice for your crimes! Threatening this handsome young man!"

"They robbed Lex Luthor yesterday, I'm pretty sure."

"I knew it was you, you fucker!" The one who'd held me up against the wall shouted. He was still covered in goop.

"Can't you guys... you know... phase through stuff?" I asked, somewhat confused by their behavior.

"Yeah, and if you don't let me out, I'm gonna kill you," he replied, in an obvious lie. If he could get out, why would he need me to get him out?

"Hoho," Richelle said, in a fake laugh. "My spiderwebs are too strong for mere mortal thugs like yourselves to overcome! Despair before I, Arachne!"

I really tried hard not to cringe. She had literally saved my life, after I'd just got done turning her down for sex. The least I could do is not cringe.

"I'll call the cops, Arachne," I said, playing along. "But don't superheroes generally, y'know, have an ambivalent relationship with the police?" Also, I didn't want these guys to learn Richelle's real name and try to kill her too if they managed to escape.

"Oh." She paused for a second. "You're right! Thank you, citizen! And never fear - so long as I, Arachne, am still around, then evildoers like this will be defeated!"

Rather than swing away like Spider-Man, though, she just sort of walked off. Which, fair enough, really.

I later learned that their whole 'phasing through objects' thing only had a limited energy supply, which they hadn't topped up before coming to get me. I guess they figured that three-on-one was more than enough to beat me up. Hell, they even would have been right, if I didn't have Richelle to save me.

* * *

Richelle felt all giggly and happy as she laid in her bed. Okay, so she hadn't wound up having sex with Dick... but she had saved his life from a gang of thugs! She held her pillow in her arms, just squeezing it as though it were Dick himself and she was wrapping him in a big bear hug. She must have looked soooo cool.

He probably recognized her too, right? She hadn't changed clothes, though guys sometimes didn't pay much attention to clothes. She'd had an old face mask from Covid in her bag, so she'd worn it to hide her identity from those thugs...

She glanced over at her phone again, wondering if he'd call her to talk, and she could reveal her new superpowers, and then he'd be so thankful and impressed and awed by how cool and awesome she was, that he'd agree to become her full time boyfriend! She pulled the pillow up to her face and screamed into it in joy at the thought.

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Big Dick, Smallville, Chapter 11: Big Business
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I think it's pretty normal for a guy to feel protective about his girl. I'm not going to judge any guy for that. But I also feel like there's two ways you can be protective of your girl: one is prioritizing making sure she's safe, the other is looking all badass and powerful.

Whitney was going on about Lana in the locker room, and I was absolutely dead certain he was in the latter mode. Apparently she'd fallen off her horse out in the woods (of course the girl who sticks a deadly rock in a necklace is also a horse girl), and Kyle Tippet had been seen checking on her after she'd landed on her ass. Kyle was the town weirdo, basically, living in the middle of the woods like he was the Unabomber. It really goes to show how dangerous he was, that he would check on a girl who had fallen off her horse.

The obvious problem with Whitney's babble was that, y'know, the guy hadn't actually hurt his girl, and even if he had, she was far away from Kyle now and there was no reason to think he was going to chase her down back to her home.

I interrupted his tirade. "Whitney. I know you like Lana and all, but don't do anything stupid."

"What- I'm not gonna do anything stupid," was his immediate counter, in the tone of voice of somebody who was absolutely going to do something stupid.

I casually planted one hand on his shoulder. "Seriously, bro. Don't do something stupid. Kyle's some hermit, he's not a danger to your girl."

Whitney just glowered at me. "Easy for you to say, you don't even have a girlfriend."

There were a few chuckles from the guys at that. "Too much drama," I told him. "Look, if he comes barreling out of the woods to attack Lana, sure, defend her. But you're going to get yourself in trouble, if you go making a fuss." I tried to grind into Whitney's brain that he was being a dumbass, but it didn't really work.

He was being a dumbass, after all. If dumbasses could be talked out of it, we wouldn't call them that.

* * *

Caroline knelt quietly at her bedside, hands clasped together as she prayed to God for guidance. She knew she was not a perfect woman. That was surely part of why God had sent that... that boy to her. To show her just how far from His perfect will she had let herself wander. She was allowing him to... to use her body. Yes, he could - did! - force her into it, but deep down, she knew that she wanted all those things. That she wanted to be... touched, in a way she hadn't since Richelle's father had abandoned them both.

She had prayed again and again, for the Lord to free her from this temptation. He had not done so yet.

She was so weak, her female body betraying her at every turn. Even now, thinking about that boy started to light something up in her core. Something carnal and base.

She needed to pray for something beyond just relief from this endless temptation, though. She spoke aloud to try to focus her thoughts. She had to pray for one of the other parishioners at her church, after all. "Oh Lord, the Kent family are good and just people. Martha has long struggled with infertility, a challenge you placed on her and her husband Jonathan. They have behaved honorably and well under this long struggle, so I ask for Your mercy. I do not know how Bob Rickman convinced Jonathan to sell his farm, but I am sure it must have been some devil trick. Please, let Your perfect justice be done. In Christ's name, amen."

She let out a sigh of relief after the prayer was done, her thoughts having finally been pushed away from that boy.

Of course, just that thought was enough to restart all the problems, her mind going off in a very specific direction once more. She let out a soft whimper, her hands pressing against her head. Why did she feel these things? He was young! It- it would be one thing if she was his age, and they were going to get married, and all those things she'd once thought and felt about Richelle's father, but she was older and he was clearly just using her for sex! So why were her thoughts going back to him?!

Unless...

Unless God was reminding her of him, as part of His perfect plan? With a trembling hand, she reached for her phone, dialing the boy's number.

* * *

I had Zoe's head bobbing up and down my dick, the girl herself shiny with sweat, her dyed green hair looking cute and sexy as it frayed this way and that. My phone went off, and I casually reached for it. The number was Caroline, which was definitely weird. Even though she had my number, she never called it, and I pretty much only fucked her when we happened to meet (mostly because I was visiting Richelle) and she did her whole 'ohhh, please don't rape me, I would hate to have your massive bitchbreaker cock in my tight MILF pussy' routine.

"I'm gonna take this, babe," I told Zoe, who nodded around my cock before getting back to bobbing. I gave her head an approving pat as I picked up the phone. "What is it?"

"Ah!" She practically squeaked out the noise of surprise. "Sorry, sir." She sounded so meek it almost made me feel sorry for her, then I remembered everything I knew about her and stopped feeling bad. "One of the families at my church, the Kents... they were recently forced to sell their farm."

"Okay...?" I replied. "What do you want me to do about it? I'm not rich."

"No! No, as in, Jonathan Kent signed a contract he has no memory of signing," Caroline explained. I just frowned at that, which made Zoe get more energetic in her blowjob, since she could tell I was distracted.

On the one hand, it really wasn't my problem. On the other hand, it was wrong to steal people's homes using your powers (which, presumably, is what had happened here). "I'll look into it," I told her, then hung up without anything further.

I had a girl giving me a blowjob, after all.

* * *

By 'I'll look into it,' I of course had actually meant, 'I'll outsource looking into it to somebody with that set of skills.' And by somebody, I obviously meant a girl I was fucking, and I knew one cute geeky investigative journalist with an eye for the supernatural.

"This is really serious," Chloe said, laying out papers in front of me. "Rickman Industries was about to face an injunction for allegations about contaminating the groundwater at the sites of his pesticide plants. Then the EPA attorney assigned to the case jumped off the building less than an hour after talking to Bob Rickman himself."

"Okay, so this guy doesn't just buy out people's farms, he also is obviously a murderer. The cops haven't arrested him because...?"

"He was in the lobby when Paul Hendrix jumped. Witnesses, cameras... there's no way he did it."

"Oh, yeah, and there's no way somebody could fly, either," I said, rolling my eyes.

Chloe let out a snort at that. "Well, this happened in Metropolis. All these weird stories are related to the meteor rocks that fell here. Bob Rickman himself was trapped in his car during the shower, along with his friend, Kyle Tippet." I let out a groan at that. "Something wrong?"

"Whitney has been flipping out about Kyle daring to touch his girlfriend, yadda yadda," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "Lana fell off her horse and Kyle checked on her. But he lives out in the middle of the woods, so he must be a bad person."

"I was looking into Kyle, since he came up - both him and Bob became Salesman of the Year at their company for the next three years. Then they go their separate ways, Bob going into business for himself and Kyle going to live in the woods," Chloe explained.

"So... probably Bob Rickman is using mind control powers to force the Kents to sell their farm and killing EPA lawyers," I concluded.

"I mean, that's-" Chloe started with a skeptic's note to her voice, then stopped herself. "Maybe you're right." I was glad she wasn't going to play the skeptic here, since she ran a website about weird stuff in Smallville on the assumption that anything weird had to be related to magic green rocks.

If he really did have mind control powers, what was I supposed to do? I mean, I could grab him and toss him up into the stratosphere... assuming he couldn't mind control me, which was a stupid assumption to make. I could throw a brick at his head at Mach speed from across the town, but that would be murder.

Oh, come to think of it, I had another cute girl I could outsource this work to. "Thanks, Chloe. I'm gonna call up Richelle, she's better at this sort of thing than me." I took out my phone and gave her a call, and she picked up within the first ring.

"Dick!" She half-shouted the word in joy. "Do you want me to come over? I haven't done my makeup but I can do it if you want me to before I come over. Of course, you'll probably wind up messing it up," she added, with a slightly-manic giggle that was still cute.

"Actually, I had a question." I could almost hear her sit up, ready to answer. "How do people normally fight off mind control in manga and stuff?"

"Well, it depends. Sometimes it's just raw willpower." It definitely wasn't raw willpower, since I knew Jonathan Kent peripherally enough to know he wouldn't sell his farm, even at triple the valuation. "Then, other times, they have some kind of special resistance, which is basically what happens when Deku goes up against Shinso, though really I think he should have just kept his mouth shut... which is the other way! If you don't include that kind of option, you just don't get mind controlled in the first place! Like, if it requires eye contact, don't look in their eyes, or if it's an aura stay out of range, or whatever."

"Thanks, that actually helps," I told her. "Call you later, Richelle."

"Dixie! Call me Dixie, okay?"

"Right, sorry, Dixie," I said, and I could also practically hear her preen. "Talk to you later." I hung up at that point, putting down the phone. Chloe just quirked one eyebrow at me. "Best way to handle somebody who can mind control people is to not be mind controlled by him," I said, making Chloe snort. "There has to be a mechanism, right? It can't just be magic."

"It can't be magic? I mean... how do you fly without any visible method of projection?"

"Telekinesis, duh."

* * *

I let out a long sigh as I saw that Whitney's car was parked almost immediately outside Kyle's hideout. I'd planned to fly out to ask him about Bob's power - presumably, he had a similar power and knew how it worked - but instead, Whitney was out here to cause problems. I landed nearby, then zipped on over, finding Whitney in the middle of trying to beat up Kyle with a baseball bat.

"Whitney, what the fuck are you doing?" I asked.

"I- what?" Whitney said. "He attacked me," he defended himself. Kyle was scrambling away, out of easy beating range.

"That's your baseball bat," I told him, approaching slow and steady. "We've played the occasional game of stickball together, remember?" Whitney glanced at the bat like it was a traitor. "Look, just give me the ba-" he spun around to try to bash Kyle's head in.

I zoomed forward, grabbing his wrist and yanking him by it, sending him to the ground a moment later, the bat flying off in its own direction. "Fucking idiot," I said, even as he squirmed under me. "I fucking told you not to do this!"

"He's under someone's compulsion," Kyle said. I glanced back over my shoulder at him, frowning at the suggestion. "He needs a good smack to knock him out of it."

"I'm not good at punching people without hurting them," I told him.

"I'm out of it, you knocked me out of it," Whitney suddenly said.

"You're not a good liar, bruh," I replied. I dragged Whitney up, holding his hands behind his back. "Wake him up, Kyle."

Kyle hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, punching Whitney in the stomach, making him let out a loud whuff, sagging in my arms. "What- what's going on?"

Guess you didn't remember what you did while under Bob's control. "You came over to confront Kyle and get in a fight with him, despite me specifically telling you not to. Luckily, I managed to stop you before you did anything stupid. Now get out of here," I told him. "Your car's over there," I said with a point. Whitney still seemed somewhat disbelieving - understandable, really - but he got out of there before he could earn a rap sheet. I turned my attention back to Kyle. "Hey. Seems like Bob's trying to kill you."

Kyle stared at me for a long second. "Seems like."

"How does his power work? He's killing EPA attorneys, and I want to stop him."

"Why?"

I gave him a little look of confusion. "Because he's murdering people? Like I just said? That's bad, in case you didn't know."

"It's not your problem," Kyle said.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "I'm making it my problem. I like Smallville not having an evil murderer who poisons the groundwater and tries to kill random hobos in the forest buying up farms to build pesticide plants. Look, all you have to do is tell me how his power works."

Kyle frowned at that, then shrugged. "So you know he has powers?" I nodded, making a Get to the point gesture. "You shake his hand, and he can talk you into anything. You follow through, until either you succeed, or you get knocked out of it," he said.

"So all I have to do is not shake his hand?" Kyle nodded. "Christ. That's a relief. I was worried it worked on talking or whatever. I'll just put my hands in my pockets when I go talk to him."

I started to head off into the woods, and Kyle spoke up. "What? Not going to try to talk me into helping?"

"Do you want to help?" I asked, somewhat confused by the line of questioning.

"Well-meaning people often try to talk me out of living out in the woods," Kyle replied.

I just gave him a look. "Presumably you like living in the woods, or you wouldn't do it. If you don't like living in the woods, then stop doing it. Duh." Then I got back to heading off.

* * *

Bob Rickman was a man who really, really wanted you to shake his hand. He offered it when I first showed up. Offered it when I mentioned I was coming on account of the Kent farm deal. Pretended to trip and asked for a hand up. I didn't take him up on any of his offers, obviously, as I am not comically stupid. I'd caught him at the local coffee shop, where he had been enjoying a tall cup of joe before my arrival.

"Look, kid, the Kents sold me their farm. I paid well over the market value of the place," he explained, with a pleasant smile plastered to his face, and I thought about just caving his skull in.

For quite a while.

This guy was a murderer, after all. The fact that he'd done it with a mind controlling superpower just made it harder to prove, not less true. I spent a long, long few seconds thinking about that, using my superspeed to give myself the time and space to think it over.

In the end, though, I wasn't ready to kill somebody who wasn't trying to kill me, so I let it slide, shifting time back to normal as he continued with bland nonsense about business and capitalism and freedom and every other applause light line you've ever heard. "Now, I understand a lot of people are concerned about that nasty business with Mr. Hendrix, but I really did have nothing to do with it. It was just an unfortunate coincidence," he explained, a pleasant smile on his lips as he spoke. "The police interviewed me soon after the incident, and let me go."

"Uh huh." I shook my head. "You know what? Maybe there isn't anything I can do about this." Not a fun thought to have, given I normally could solve pretty much anything I felt like, but sometimes that wasn't possible, I guess. I shrugged my shoulders, headed for the exit - and then I saw Kyle coming in. Our eyes met for just a second, and I glanced over my shoulder at Bob.

Kyle shook his hand... and he got a somewhat placid look in his eyes. Bob, that is, not Kyle. He quietly talked to him for maybe a minute, and I heard what he was saying with my enhanced hearing.

"You're feeling intense guilt about all your crimes. You're going to go home, write a suicide note confessing to everything, and then shoot yourself in the head."

I thought about stopping Kyle. I could have walked over and punched Bob in the stomach, saving his life, but...

But...

The guy really deserved it, to be honest.

Kyle wound up catching up to me about a half-block away. "He tried to kill me first, with that Whitney kid," he told me. I nodded. Made sense. "Yeah. All the bad stuff he did - I could have stopped him a long time ago, if I'd decided to." I couldn't argue with that either. "Thanks for what you said. About just - doing the right thing." I hadn't put it quite that way. "Oh." He added, clapping me on the shoulder, a smile on his lips. "And hobos live on trains. I'm not a hobo."

* * *

When the news came that Bob Rickman had killed himself after writing a suicide note where he admitted to coercing Jonathan Kent into signing that contract, Caroline prayed to the Lord and thanked Him profusely for what He had done. "Thank you, God. I will try to be a better, more honest and good woman going forward," she had said, every word dripping with complete sincerity.

But she was weak. So pitifully weak.

When she had opened the door to find it was Dick knocking on it, she had shuddered in expectation, fully imagining he was about to throw her up against the wall and have his way with her. She readied herself for it, psychologically, physically. Her body wanted it, of that, she had no doubt. Her lungs exhaled breaths full of pure lust...

"I'm here to visit Richelle, she did me a solid so I owe her a good fuck."

"I-ahm, oh, she's- she's in her bedroom," Caroline explained.

He walked right past her. His eyes barely even looked her over. There was no hint he even saw her as a woman any more.

That was... good, right? Yes. Yes. God had heard her request for salvation from temptation, and granted it, just as He had granted her request to help the Kents with their farm. He was truly a just and loving God.

She shouldn't let her daughter merely... galavant around with the boy... but she also couldn't stand up to him. He would probably ravish her all over again.

She wound up sitting just outside the room.

Listening.

Her core heating up with every noise she heard. Every word. Every slap of flesh against flesh.

She wished that it was her in there.

* * *

Richelle was ecstatic when Dick had come by. "Hey, babe," he said, giving her this casual, confident grin as his hand reached for her cheek, and he just forcefully clasped her and pulled her into a kiss. She moaned softly in response to his touch, quivering as he kissed her. He was already fishing out his cock with his free hand, so she reached down to help him out with that, popping his button, unzipping his pants, his massive cock bouncing free and practically slapping her stomach. She shuddered softly at the feeling of it, fingers stroking up and down, starting to just furiously pump up and down his length.

Dick responded with a loving groan of pleasure as she worked him over. Her thoughts were already turning to how to make him feel as good as possible - she wanted to drain his balls so dry that he couldn't even think about other women...

One thing she'd noticed with Dick was that he absolutely, steadfastly, refused to come inside her pussy, no matter how much she pleaded and cajoled. From asking Savannah, he never came inside any girl's cunt, not even if they took their pills right in front of him, and he also hated wrapping it up. He was obviously concerned about having a child out of wedlock! He was so loving and kind that he'd never want his daughter raised without her father present! That was the explanation that made the most sense!

But it also suggested that if she wanted to drain his balls dry, then there wasn't much use in her cunt - he'd only fill that hole up with his cum and babies once they were married! So once he broke off the kiss, she just got down on his knees, right in front of his wonderful big cock, and wrapped her lips around it. She looked up at him - and then grabbed his hips and started to fuck her face on his cock as hard as she could.

There was still a bit of a gag reflex left in her, unfortunately, but Dick's groan, the way he cast his head back, was more than enough to make up for any discomfort as she wedged his cock into her throat. She ground herself down furiously, even as her throat quietly spasmed, making her way inch by inch down, until her nose was once again shoved into his pelvis. He softly, lovingly ran his fingers through her hair. "That's a good girl, Dixie." Her heart did a little somersault as he called her by her pet name. "Just like that," he continued. "You really like sucking cock, don't you?" She shook her head, and he looked concerned , so she hurriedly popped off.

"No, I love sucking your cock, Dick," she said, giving him her best smile. He let out a soft chuckle at that, and she slid forward on his dick once again, pushing all the way down, tongue sliding left and right on the underside of his cock, her hands grasping at his hips as she pulled herself down. She was tearing up, but she didn't care, not when she could get Dick off.

He groaned again, hand placed on the top of her head, but only gently. A quiet nudge, ready to let her pull back whenever she wanted/needed. He was so sweet like that. So wonderful, and perfect, and ideal, and just sexy, and amazing, and her tongue was dancing around on the underside of his cock, one hand going down into her cunt and starting to frantically frig herself, fingers pounding in and out of her pussy.

She slurped all the harder on his dick, her cheeks hollowing as her tongue went wild, losing herself in a moment of raw, delirious delight, sucking and slurping and licking and everything else she could think of, wanting to show him what an amazing, top rated cocksucker she was. Her lungs were burning, but she didn't care - in fact, her arousal was only spiking by just how roughly she was treating her own body, by the drool slipping out of her mouth as she patiently sucked on his cock.

She started to sputter as her eyes peeled back, her fingers going absolutely crazy in her pussy, and Dick was just offering her quiet compliments the whole time, telling her she was pretty, that she was a good cocksucker, that he loved her enthusiasm, that her mouth felt so nice, that her tongue was doing a great job. Sometimes he'd suggest something for her to do, and of course she'd do it, Dick was her God-chosen soulmate, and she'd do anything for him!

Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her off his cock, leaving her gasping for air, her chest heaving, her hand in her cunt still going crazy. "Rich- Dixie," he corrected, and she burbled a little in pleasure. "You can't be choking yourself out on my cock all the time. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, but you need to breathe."


He was sooo sweet, more concerned about her well-being than his pleasure. She gave him a dopey smile. "Suh, sorry, I just want to make it good for you... I know you never come in the girl's pussy, so my mouth is better for you, right? No interruptions," she said, tongue dancing invitingly at the air, eagerly urging him back in.

He contemplated her mouth for just a second or two - and then he stuffed his cock right back in there, grabbing her hair in an impromptu ponytail and just pounding at her face roughly. She moaned around his cock, loving just how rough and hard he was, the way he was treating her with force and desire, like he couldn't resist her mouth and throatpussy. He was absolutely wrecking her for his own pleasure, and her own arousal spiked at the way she'd incited such a response from him, her hand in her pussy going absolutely wild as he fucked her face, balls slapping at her chin again and again, echoing in her room.

When he finally nutted with a long groan down her throat, she kept slurping all the while, twisting her head around excitedly. He peeled her off once he was finished. "Go ahead, keep fucking my face, Dick, I love it, I want you to do it until you can't get it up!"

He let out a small laugh at that, patting her head sweetly. "I've never, once, run out of energy to get it up," he told her.

"Then I can be your first!"

He let out another laugh, shaking his head, and she decided to just go for it, slurping his cock back into her mouth, starting to pound her face up and down his cock as she frigged herself silly, playing with her cunt hard as she worked herself over. She'd show him! She'd make him feel so good! She'd show that he didn't need other girls, that she could and would completely satisfy him, in a way no woman ever had before!

* * *

Richelle had obviously worked herself over like crazy, so I decided to give her a nice cuddle in the afterglow. She jerked me off as she snuggled against me, not willing to talk for fear of hurting her already-aching jaw, but I didn't mind, letting her do her thing, kissing at my naked chest. "Told you, Dixie," I told her, idly playing with her hair, and she let out a little mewl-complaining noise, but didn't talk beyond that. I just leaned back my head and rested there, enjoying the feeling of her hand on my cock, as she jerked me off. The two of us wound up taking a nap like that.

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Big Dick, Smallville, Chapter 10: Amy
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Victoria couldn't help but remember that night with Dick, even as she was snuggled up next to Lex. Her finger idly trailed across his bare chest, the two of them naked in bed after some quite mutually agreeable lovemaking, but Lex wasn't as big, or as good. This wasn't a real relationship, she knew. Just business. She suspected Lex knew as much himself, but she didn't think he knew quite what kind of business. He'd talk around their shared dislike of their respective fathers. He wouldn't mention how they could turn on their parents together, in so many words, but...

He was leading up to it. That much was obvious. He had some absurd fantasy, that the two of them would ride off together into the sunset, their fathers' billions in their back pockets, maybe have some fairy tale marriage. She didn't doubt that. It was just a question of how long it would take him to bring up. She sighed, closing her eyes and nuzzling into his chest, playing the role of the lovely girlfriend. She did her best to stay awake until he went to sleep - she wanted to see if she couldn't look at his computer.

* * *

As it turned out, she couldn't. The computer was locked, and she tried the two of his passwords she actually knew from their time together: sparkline99 and drivehoneyintothebee1550. The damn thing wouldn't even let her access it as a guest to glance around the internet. She considered the device for a few seconds. She could theoretically try to get a keyboard that matched his desktop's with a keylogger inside - but definitely not tonight. She took a few quick pictures of his computer anyway, just in the hopes of using the info later.

She would say what did have her tempted, though - the thought of Dick. Lex was sleeping it off, hard, and even trying as hard as he did, he couldn't manage to fuck her as good as Dick had. His cock was just better.

No. It was a stupid idea. Dangerous. Likely to backfire. Later. She could do it later.

Her phone buzzed, and she pulled it from her purse, seeing that it was an unknown number calling. "Hello?" She asked.

"Hey. Victoria. Wondering if you wanted to hang out again," he said. The thinnest patina of plausible deniability over the obvious reality that he was asking her to screw. He sounded completely oblivious to the fact that she was having sex with Lex. She bit her lip as she seriously considered it. "Just thought of you, was wondering where you were, that kind of thing. If not, that's cool too, I've got other girls I can call up."

"I can come over to your place. We can-nngk!" She suddenly felt a hand wrapped around her throat and dropped the phone, the thing clattering down to the floor, screen cracking, her hands spasming and jerking as she tried to grab and grope at her invisible attacker. Her eyes started to peel back as she was choked in that position, even as she struggled to stay awake, to get free. She managed a good jab at whoever was behind her, getting free for a moment, and shouted at the top of her lungs. "I'm being attacked, I'm at Lex's place, call 911!" She had spun around by that point, and her mysterious attacker had seemed to disappear. Had he hidden behind the desk? "Hello?!" She yelled the words out, hoping that one of Lex's servants would show up to help.

She gingerly stepped over towards the phone - and then the hand gripped her throat again, coming seemingly from nowhere and choking her out as she thrashed and kicked, unable to scream again. "You don't deserve him," whispered a voice in her ear - and then everything went black.

* * *

Naturally, I called 911, and then immediately figured out where Luthor lived, and flew over there at Mach speed. For some reason I don't really understand, when I go that fast, I don't make a sonic boom, despite, you know, definitely breaking the sound barrier. I surveyed the building, spotting Victoria lying on the ground, unconscious but alive by the looks of her, and swept right inside in a heartbeat.

I looked for signs of the attacker. There were a few other people in the house, but none of them were close - I guess the study was soundproofed or something. Lex was in bed, there were two adults, and two teens at the place. I recognized the girl as Amy. I also remembered having considered banging her, after my reward-fuck with Richelle reminded me that less physically attractive girls often had nice other traits.

She was cute enough. Blonde hair that reached down to her shoulder blades, in shape, decent tits if not huge (I think a C-cup). I probably would have given her a tumble, but her locker was covered in pictures of Lex Luthor, and they were also clearly creepshots.

There was no way to identify which of the people there was the attacker, though, so I just focused on making sure that Victoria was alright. She was, in fact, breathing again, if raggedly, and her eyes slowly fluttered open as she lay there. "Dick?" She breathed out, seemingly bewildered by my being there. "What happened? I told you to call 911."

"I did. I happened to be nearby," I lied. "The police should be here soon. Who attacked you?"

"I don't know - I didn't see them. They- might have been invisible?" She said, frowning at the idea, her brow creasing at how dumb that sounded. "When I managed to get away for a moment, I saw nothing, and they somehow got behind me again, and - and they hissed, you don't deserve him."

"Huh." I contemplated what she'd said. Could it be Caroline? Hm. The marks on her neck looked like they were made with human hands, not with Caroline's power, which felt sort of plasticky and flat. "This place is way too soundproof, it's really unsafe," I said. "You want me to go get Lex? I'm pretty sure he didn't hear you screaming bloody murder." Either that, or he slept like a rock.

"Jesus Christ," she breathed out, rubbing her neck. "Let me get up. And yeah - go get him. And thanks. You might have scared whoever it was off."

"Nah, she was gone when I got here," I told her. If he'd still been here when I showed up, I'd have beaten the shit out of him already. Or her, if it was a girl.

* * *

"I'm so sorry this happened, Victoria. Thank you, Dick," Lex said, looking at me with genuine gratitude. As he wrapped Victoria in a tight hug for a moment, I decided not to fuck her. Guy seemed to like her well enough, even if she was rich and hot. Well, most relationships failed anyway, so I could bang her later. He hit a button on his desk. "Security, there's been a serious breach - an attacker, and a friend of mine, both managed to penetrate the building without you seeming to notice or do anything about it."

I felt bad about that. Obviously, security couldn't deal with a guy with superspeed and flight. Still, wasn't my problem, and wasn't really anything I could do about it, other than tell Lex I had superpowers, and I barely knew the guy, even if he seemed generous and nice enough. "Mind if I check on the other people here?"

"You don't think anything happened to the Palmers, do you?" He asked, his attention suddenly snapping as he hit a different button on his desk. "There's an intruder in the building - everyone, please come to my office for your own safety. Security will be working to ensure the building is safe."

This was his office? This room was fucking stupid big. Yeah, it had a desk, but it also had several sofas, a fireplace, like ten or twenty bookshelves, and what looked to be a dining room table by the size of it. Most offices I was familiar with were... much smaller.

Now, you might think that having superhuman senses, I could tell whether any of the four Palmers who showed up were the attacker, but that would be dumb. There's no physiological sign of being a murderer or a liar. The four of them were all agitated, because they had just been told somebody had broken into the building, and Lex quickly hit yet another button to lock all of us together in the room. Their heart rates were up, their breathing was abnormal, and so on. Which was entirely expected, murder or no.

I tried to watch their body language. I figured there was a good probability that whoever attacked Victoria was one of them, and the obvious candidate was Amy, since she was freakishly obsessed with Lex and Victoria was the chick he was banging. Unfortunately, I couldn't investigate things that thoroughly, given we were all stuck in a room until security finished searching through the building for an attacker that was either invisible or long gone.

"Sorry, Mr. Luthor," said the head of security, a middle aged guy whose body language screamed 'former cop.' "We couldn't find anyone. It seems like Sam had taken a nap while he was on duty - he's being let go, obviously."

"I understand. See that it doesn't happen again," Lex said, and the guy nodded, clearly taking his job seriously. Too bad the attacker was probably invisible.

"I-" Victoria started, then stopped. "I didn't see who did it, but I don't think that it was just that he was that stealthy. When I hit him in the ribs, I got away, turned around - he was nowhere. Then he was behind me, choking me again. I never saw him either time."

"So, what, you think the attacker was invisible?" The security head asked. I thought of Richelle again, and actually gave her a speedy little text.

"Didn't the government have some invisibility project, back in the day?" I prompted him. I had seen telekinesis, unhinging jaws, some kind of weirdo seizure, and, oh yeah, I could fly and shoot laser beams from my eyes.

"Yeah, didn't go anywhere, though," the head of security said. "I guess we can spring for some IR equipment, if you want, Mr. Luthor," he said, his gaze turning back to his actual boss.

"It seems like a prudent precaution," Lex said. "I don't want anybody in this house getting hurt under my watch because we were too lax in security."

I did spare a glance at the Palmers at that point - Amy seemed touched by his words, while her brother (whatever his name was, couldn't remember) looked more annoyed than anything else. Whatever. Family drama wasn't my problem. If it was Amy, there was a pretty easy solution in reach, though.

* * *

The next day at school, I approached her during lunch period, making her startle and slam her locker door shut way too fast. "Dick! Hi! I didn't know you were friends with Lex," she said, pushing her back up against the locker as she stared at me.

"I'm not, we just met a bit ago - I'm closer to Victoria, honestly," I said, and her expression instantly, and predictably, soured.

"Oh. What a surprise, that she's friends with another guy," she said, her voice dripping with contempt, annoyance, jealousy, yadda yadda. The girl was ticked that the guy she liked was going out with a tramp.

"Yeah. Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to do something, after school?" She blinked a few times, staring up at me, before her brain finally processed what I was saying. There was an obvious internal battle being fought right before my eyes.

* * *

No... her heart, and her body, belonged to Lex. She understood him in a way that Victoria never would. But this was Dick - Big Dick, as the girls called him. The one that girls bragged about fucking. The one who, if you had sex with him just once, you were marked out as one of the 'cool' girls. But what did she care about being a cool girl? She wanted to be with Lex. It could happen. It would happen. She would make it happen. She would show Lex how amazing she was, how much more she understood and cared for him, than some rich girl like Victoria who was only after his money.

But... it was Big Dick...

Plus... what he said... it had implied that he was having sex with Victoria. If Lex found out that Victoria was having sex with another guy, while the two of them were together? That'd be the end of her! There'd be no way that she could possibly stay anywhere close to Lex's heart, once he knew that she was a cheater! But she'd have to convince Big Dick to tell her about him having sex with Victoria. And the way to do that... it was obviously to have sex with him. She bit her lip, hesitating for a long moment. She had wanted her first time to be with Lex... but it was important that he see that Victoria was just using him, and how would she do that otherwise?

"Sure," she said, a soft breath escaping her throat as she spoke those words.

* * *

Amy now understood that Big Dick hardly knew the meaning of the words 'romance'. They'd gone out for a quick bite to eat, then he'd offered her a ride in his car. Suggested she come over to his place. He was nothing compared to Lex, who was sweet and kind and generous, but she needed to make a good impression on him, so she agreed to what he asked. In short order, they were in his bedroom - and he just started stripping, without hesitation.

Her eyes bulged as she saw him pull off his shirt, the muscles and tone of his body seeming to sing to her, to demand she reach out and touch him. Her fingers nervously rolled at the air, an act based on nothing conscious, and her breath spilled out of her mouth. She had seen Lex naked, once, years ago, when she had accidentally stumbled on him in the shower (she wouldn't do that sort of thing on purpose!). He was fit, since he fenced recreationally (it was such a cool hobby), but he lacked the sheer muscular bulk of the Crow's quarterback.

Then came down Big Dick's pants, and she saw the absurd manhood that he was packing. She had only seen Lex flaccid (sadly), but there was simply no way that his cock was as big as Big Dick's, or Victoria would never have cheated on him. It was as long as her forearm, and looked nearly as thick - when she tilted her forearm so that the thinnest side was presented to her, she suspected that it actually was as thick as her forearm, at least from that angle.

"You want to get naked too? I mean, if you want to just blow me, that's fine, but I was thinking a proper fuck..."

She gulped at that, looking at his cock. "Y-you won't tell Lex about this, right?"

"If I told every guy I knew about all the girls I fucked, I'd be dead by now," he said, with a cocksure grin. She gulped again, her throat feeling dry, but she dutifully started to strip herself naked. She knew her body really couldn't compare to Big Dick's, so she honestly was left to wonder why he had gone after her. She knew that there were dozens of other, hotter girls - many of whom he'd had sex with already. Why was he wasting his time with her? She could only lick her lips and wonder, as she pulled her top up and off, revealing her 32C bra, which was soon tossed aside. She felt strangely naked, until his lips suddenly pressed down against hers, his fingertips running along the back of her head, his tongue invading her mouth.

His fingers popped the button on her jeans. They pulled them down, slithering them off her ass. They soon slipped inside her panties, starting to gingerly rub at her clit, her pubic mound, her sex itself, sliding inside, seeking out a way to stimulate her. Finding her wanting in terms of that.

She had a tough time coming. She was sure that her love for Lex would compensate for that, but when she masturbated - well, she actually had never orgasmed. She'd considered buying toys, but the thought of having them delivered to Lex's house, the embarrassment that would ensue if he spotted them and figured out what they were - it was more than enough to stop her from doing anything like that. After a few fumbling seconds, he seemed to come to much the same conclusion, peeling her panties off as well, hefting her up with surprising ease, his thick cock slapping at her stomach, and he soon laid her down on his bed, breaking off the kiss and looming over her.

Her gaze, naturally, went down to the massive thing between his legs. The thing that was going to enter her. Should she ask him about Victoria now? Maybe she could subtly signal to him that Victoria was with Lex, maybe he hadn't picked up on that, and-

He pushed inside her. She had expected it to hurt, her first time, especially given just how enormous Big Dick's big dick was - but it didn't. It was gentle and smooth, even as she felt her inner walls cling desperately to his length, trying their best to grip and squeeze it. Her hands clasped the blankets underneath her as her breathing became increasingly ragged. The feeling of him - it was absurd. He was enormous. She could barely breathe, barely move. Her hips twisted subtly underneath him, undulating, twitching, and she gasped and spasmed as he bottomed out inside her.

This was what sex was like, she realized, her eyes bulging as the thick rod found its place deep inside her. It felt amazing, far, far better than it ever had been when she'd tried playing with herself, or when Big Dick himself had tried to play with her sex. "Ah, all the sensitive parts are hidden deep inside," he told her, rubbing his cock back and forth softly, making her eyes roll around in her skull from just how good it felt. He was pressing against her inner walls, pushing against the roof of her sex, making her jerk and twitch, her legs kicking at the air - and she loved it!

It felt impossibly good! It was easy to understand why people had sex, why girls bragged about how many times they'd managed to fuck Big Dick! He was just gingerly rocking his hips back and forth, rubbing his dick against the deepest parts of her as he made the inch or so of movement something constant and mind-numbing, and she was drowning in ecstasy already. Her breathing was heavy as she felt herself draw close to what she could only assume was an orgasm -

And then it hit. Hard. She spasmed in place, pleasure wiping away her thoughts as her hips jerked, her lips stretching into a large "O" as she came on his cock. It was wonderful, the sheer, delicious pleasure of it, the ecstasy, the wriggling delight that she had been completely submerged in. He grinned down at her, continuing to rub his cock around deep inside her. It only got more intense, the sensations, seeming to steal away all other thoughts.

Then she came down from that ecstatic high, panting as she lay there, the air that filled and flooded her lungs seeming so overwhelming in the moment that it was hard to even think about anything other than catching her breath. He pumped inside her with that same, slow, measured pace, rubbing against her most sensitive points, a grinding movement that made her bite her lower lip, that made her pant, gasp, and squirm.

Part of her - a small part, admittedly - reminded her of what she had been here to find out in the first place. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, before she managed to recover enough to speak. "Duh, did you, do Victoria, like this?" She asked.

"Nah, I fucked her a different way. Her clit was much more sensitive than yours," he said, his hands going for her breasts, playing with them for a moment, toying with them, pushing them this way and that, teasing the nipples - until he stopped. "Breasts too, seems like," he added. "Want another kiss?"

She had confirmation of what she had wanted to know. He was sleeping with Victoria! It would be enough to ruin her, and Lex would be thankful to her, and maybe even start going out with her. She could stop the sex now... she totally could...

Instead, she nodded, enjoying as he leaned down towards her, his lips pressing against her own, his tongue firmly invading her mouth. Her own hands reached up, stretching around his back, gently caressing it. Feeling those muscles. Since she was fucking him anyway... well, there was no reason to stop now... Her legs wrapped around his waist, dragging him deeper inside her, earning an appreciative hum from the man in question as he kept going... and going... and going...

As he fucked her, she came over, and over, again, seeming to drown in the pleasure that Big Dick was inflicting on her with a tireless forcefulness, his hard cock rubbing and grinding and making her shiver and jerk. She panted desperately for air, drowning beneath the waves of pleasure that constantly filled her. At one point, she actually passed out on his cock from how good it felt.

She definitely understood why the other girls all bragged about getting to fuck Big Dick, now.

* * *

I stared down at the sweaty, panting-for-air form of Amy, my cock twitching a bit as I admired her naked body. I hadn't actually come, though, and she was pretty much a dead fish at this point (my fault). "You can just sleep it off," I told her, pulling out, and she gave the tiniest bit of a nod, just enough to suggest that maybe she really was going to, and be fine with that.

I grabbed my phone as I got dressed again, and once I was back in my car, I decided - what the hell? Why not call Victoria? I was pretty deep in horny lust mode, and maybe she'd decided to break things off with Lex, after the murder? It'd be kind of hot, to fuck two girls who were interested in the same (other) guy in such quick succession. I waited a few seconds for her to pick up, but instead I got a declined 'boop,' the kind you get when somebody clicks the red 'no pick up' button. Weird. Probably a finger slip, that's the only reason I knew about it. If a girl was fucking around on her phone, sometimes she'd fatfinger that when it came up too fast. I tried the number again. Again, a click on the no pick up. Not let to ring in some other room, not just the phone was off, but an active choice to not accept my call.

I got out of the car, went out back, flew into the air, and looked for the Luthor estate. I zoomed in, and somebody was banging on the bathroom door, while Victoria remained barricaded inside, calling somebody on the phone. Presumably, 911. I blew through the air to arrive on scene, finding no sign of the security guards having even noticed a breach (and some of them did, in fact, have IR goggles on).

No idea who the jackass was, but I grabbed a fire poker and slammed it right against the side of his head, sending him tumbling to the ground. He wasn't unconscious, though I may have given him a concussion, judging by the woozy way he was scrambling around on the ground. Or maybe that was just how he moved. I kept my eyes on him, and he managed to get to his feet, and start running. "Victoria, this is Dick, I'm going after him," I said.

"Don't! The police are on their way!" She yelled, but I ignored her. What was he gonna do? Stab me? His one advantage (invisibility) was negated by my ability to see him, and I just followed him as he got to his feet, and scrambled through a door, slamming it shut behind him. I opened it, following him through, and he apparently still thought I couldn't see him, because he was trying to hide behind a grandfather clock in the hall, rather than keep running. I pretended like I didn't know exactly where he was, walked as if I was going past him, then slammed him in the gut with an elbow.

"Fuck!" He shouted, as he fell to his knees - it was a really good hit. Or maybe he had a concussion. I didn't really care. I snapped my hand out to grab his throat and just held him there, not tightening my grip, just keeping him in my grasp. "Fuh, fuck you, Dick, you, bastard," he got out. "I was just trying to scare her!"

"Yeah, I guess," I said, not really caring at all. "Tell it to your defense attorney, maybe it'll help. Cops are on their way." He started trying to beat on my arm, but it accomplished approximately nothing.

The security team realized something was amiss by that time, and they surrounded me, tasers drawn. I could almost feel the dumb smirk of the guy, by the way he went still, playing dead and hoping they'd think that I was the bad guy. Except some of them were wearing IR goggles. "Thank you, sir," said the head of security, "for securing the suspect. If you wouldn't mind, could you help us restrain him properly?"

"Sure thing," I said, twisting him around, grabbing his arm and pulling it behind his back - he was soon ziptied on the ground by the security team, and loudly complaining about brutality.

"How did you get in?" The head of security, whose name I still hadn't picked up, asked.

I just shrugged. "If I tell you, you'll patch one hole, if I don't, you'll patch them all. So figure it out yourself. Any idea who this guy is?"

"It's hard to say since we can't see him, but it sounds like Jeff Palmer." Amy's brother. Cripes. What a psycho. Going that far, for a girl you couldn't even bang? Crazy. I'd never understand people with siblings. "I guess that explains how he got past security - he was already inside."

"Cool. Gonna go check on Victoria, make sure she's okay. Cops are on their way." Christ, cops are so damn slow. It's almost like they don't have superspeed and flight, or something.

* * *

Jeff had to get out of this situation. Damnit! He'd ruined everything! He was just going to scare Victoria off, and then Amy would have a chance with Lex, but no! That bastard had ruined everything! He just had to get out of these zipties and escape, and she could take care of them both, once and for all, but how?

No... most of them couldn't see him. Only a couple had IR goggles, although they had their tasers trained on him. So, he'd have to twist his body around, and-

He got shocked with the taser, jerking in pain as his whole body spasmed.

* * *

Jeff went to a psychiatric hospital, in the end. I got more thanks from Lex, for showing up and saving Victoria and catching the guy and all that stuff. Said thanks included an open-ended favor, and it was weird getting one of those from a guy instead of a girl. I, sadly, did not get a hero's reward from Victoria, since she was still with Lex, though I could see by the moon-eyes she was making at me she was definitely tempted to cheat.

I wound up heading back home and finding Amy still lying on the bed, somehow, naked and plastered to it. It wasn't like, a seductive lying there, like she'd been waiting the past hour. It was like she had probably taken a nap and even after waking up, was still interested mostly in lying there. Since she was naked, and reasonably hot, and she hadn't brought me off earlier, I decided to push my luck. "Hey, sexy," I said, giving her hair a quick tossle. "I didn't come. You cool giving me a blowjob?"

* * *

Amy wanted to say no. She wanted to be loyal to Lex. She did.

But... she knew from gossip that Big Dick never came inside, and if you didn't finish him off, he'd basically never fuck you again. This was a chance to get another round of amazing sex, if she said yes. She could enjoy... that amazing experience, until Lex broke up with Victoria. Until then, she could have even more amazing sex with Big Dick. Plus, if you thought about it, she was so inexperienced, and Lex was so experienced, so he would probably appreciate it if she was able to give him a good blowjob, right?

"Sure," she said, softly. "I don't know how." She started trying to shift on the bed, but he stopped her, simply grabbing her, dragging her around to one side, her head hanging off, her blonde hair trailing all the way to the ground.

"Just open your mouth wide, relax as much as you can, and lick my dick like it's the tastiest thing in the world. I'll do the rest," he told her, as he unzipped his pants, not even properly undressing.

She obediently did as he said, letting him slide that massive cock of his past her lips. Unlike with her pussy, though, he didn't go all the way inside, just the first couple inches, so she could see the sheer quantity of his cock that she wasn't sucking, the massive thing seeming even bigger as she looked up at it from below, his testes hanging low as he slid back and forth. She did her best to lick at it with her tongue, flashing it around, this way and that, forward and back, side to side. He just moved slowly and gingerly in her mouth, sighing as he used her mouth in that position.

"Yeah, don't worry too much, Amy," he told her, his hands idly reaching up to stroke her breasts. It didn't do much for her, but it was pretty clear he was touching her to make her feel good, not to get his own rocks off. "It's not a huge deal that you don't know how to suck dick yet. Oh. You should try actually sucking. Like through a straw," he explained, and she did her best, slurping on his dick, her cheeks hollowing as she worked at him, hard. "Ahh, yeah, that's good," he breathed, his thighs wobbling subtly in front of her face, his balls swinging as a consequence, even as his dick remained still in her mouth. "Now, relax, alright? Just relax, gorgeous," he told her, and she felt a certain girlish flush hit her cheeks at the term of endearment.

She didn't have much time to think about how her heart belonged to Lex, as his cock just pushed its way deeper inside her mouth, spearing her throat. For an inch or so, she was relaxed enough to barely even feel it - then her body realized what was happening and started to gag and sputter. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she tried her best to avoid doing anything bad, like biting down or puking. He just groaned for a long few seconds in pleasure, then pulled out, letting her breathe, drinking in haggard breaths, blinking away the tears in her eyes.

"Don't worry about not taking it to the base the first time, just keep relaxing and we'll be balls deep in no time," he told her. She just nodded in response to his words, licking his dick in this upside-down position, her tongue squirming and wriggling along the uppermost part of his cock, her cheeks hollowing and slurping noisily as she did her level best to make him feel good. The sooner, the better, he got off, the more likely he would be to fuck her like that again...

He pushed against her throat again, pressing against the entrance, then making his way deeper inside. She did her best to relax, as he cooed softly, taking another few inches of her throat. Her legs kicked at the air as she tried not to gag or sputter, and he just groaned in pleasure, as his cock got halfway into her mouth, his balls hanging above her face, seeming so tempting in that position, like she should reach out and do something with them - so she did. Her hand went for them, gently fondling them, not really knowing what to do but knowing that a little touch would make it better for him.

"Oh, that's a good girl," he breathed. "You're an all-natural cocksucker, that's it," he added, starting to pull out of her throat again, letting her suck in desperate breaths around his cock - which seemed to stimulate him further, gauging by the way his dick twitched in response. He waited for her to catch her breath and blink away the tears - wiping them off with the hand that wasn't fondling his balls - before he started to push back into her throat, making her gag wildly, spasming in place, knees knocking together noisily. He kept pushing this time, though, and she did her best to let him get in, to relax, to allow that fat, massive cock into her throat.

After a long few minutes of that process, of her crying and gagging and straining not to choke or spit or bite or vomit, the pair of them had found a rhythm. He would push into her throat, a few inches in, just enough to get about half his cock to vanish down her throat, before her body would start to reject him. He'd try to keep himself there, groaning in pleasure as her body tried to push his dick out, clearly enjoying the feeling of her gagging around his cock. Then he'd pull back, letting her suck in breaths, and repeat.

Sometimes, he'd get further inside, with almost two thirds of his foot long cock buried in her mouth, balls waving so close to her face she could almost taste them, his scent and flavor completely clogging her senses - but there was no consistency. Either way, he was clearly enjoying himself, which was good, because it meant she had a good chance of fucking him again, and sex with Big Dick was amazing. She breathed desperately through her mouth and nose when her throat wasn't obstructed, and he'd just push back in after she caught her breath.

He was slow and steady, really not getting himself off any time soon, even as he played with her breasts, softly cupping them, pushing them together, teasing her nipples, doing all sorts of things to make it better for her. Saliva ran upside-down down her features, as her body twitched, spasmed, and then he finally came, just spraying his cum deep inside her throat, groaning as he found release. His salty flavor was strangely pleasant, as it filled up her senses, and she did her best to let him completely unload, before he finally pulled out with a long sigh.

"Oh," he said, as he finished. "The person who was attacking Victoria, he got caught." She nodded. That was good to hear - she'd felt so anxious and worried, wondering when some crazed psycho with invisibility powers would attack again. "Lex put in a good word for him, he's getting psychiatric treatment instead of a prison system. It's your brother."

She just blinked a few times at that. What?

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