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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.
* * *
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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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.
* * *
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.
Next Chapter
Any chance of a Caroline x Richelle threesome?