Big Dick, Smallville, Chapter 1: Savannah
I sat at my desk, counting off the seconds before I could be out of class and banging… mm, probably Veronica today? Or was her name Victoria? I thought about going for Savannah. It had been a while since I fucked her.

I'll be straight and say I won the genetic lottery. I'm handsome, smart, strong, charming, and I have a big cock that all the girls swoon over. I was raised by just my dad. My mom fucked off for some reason that my dad changed up seemingly on every retelling. Was it because she was a whore? Because she'd caught him cheating? Because she didn't love me, never did, since I was adopted? All I know was that there's no sign of the woman anywhere in Smallville, and I'd checked - once, I'd flown over the city, looking for her, my eyes silently tearing through every wall and inspecting every person.

I even inspected our home and the farm, some part of me wondering if Dad had maybe killed her - all I'd found was the spaceship under the barn, the one I'd come in on. (Yeah, I'm an alien, apparently. Go figure.)

I understood, though, even if I didn't know the exact specifics. My Mom fucked off because women are fickle creatures. I know that well enough, having been the guy to make them fickle in more than a dozen different cases. I glanced at the clock again, idly thinking about who to fuck. Occasionally - very occasionally - I'd start thinking about my mother, and part of me would not want to be the guy responsible for fucking up somebody's relationship.

So, that took V-whatever off the list - she had a boyfriend, that was true regardless of whether or not she'd drop to her knees because I unzipped my pants and snapped my fingers. I was pretty sure Savannah wasn't with anyone right then. I idly looked over at the wall, my gaze slipping right past it as I used my alien powers to 'zoom' in on her locker. There weren't any photos of a guy, nope. Nothing identifiable as a keepsake or a love letter. So, I wouldn't have to feel too bad about her bouncing on my dick and squealing my name.

* * *

Savannah had an absolutely rocking body, fit from being a cheerleader, with big perky tits and perfect dark skin that looked absolutely fantastic when it was stained with my cum. She was moaning as I fucked her under the bleachers, lost in her lust for the moment, her body gently writhing beneath me. Her legs kicked at the air, hot pants escaping her mouth, brushing against my skin.

I could hear as her heart raced, could feel the tiniest squirm, could take note of the slightest change in her breath. Every little autonomic response was something I could perceive, and I was taking full advantage of each and every one to make her feel absolutely perfect.

"Fuck me, white boy, fuck me with that big dick of yours," she mewled beneath me, pleading for more, for harder. I took a firm grip on her hips and gave her everything she wanted and then some. I found exactly the right places to work. I've never been able to quite figure out how to turn the visual of a woman's insides - the web of nerves - into finding her most sensitive points, but I easily compensated with a photographic memory and plenty of experimentation. My big fat cock was soon rubbing up against her g-spot even as my pelvis pressed against her clit, and she actually went cross-eyed, brown hazel eyes twisting in on themselves in a sexy-ass show that was just for me.

When I felt the urge to come, I pulled out and just slapped my dick in between her tits, and started to fuck them. She wasn't on the pill, so I wasn't going to come inside and give her some half-alien baby. I have absolutely perfect control of my body, and it took about four strokes before I started spraying my cum all over her face and neck. She just had a rapturous look as she let me do it all, a sleepy smile on her face.

"Fuuuck, Dick," she breathed out, just lying there, coated in sweat and cum. "You're the best lay I've ever gotten."

I had already started to pull on my pants, but I did enjoy hearing those words from girls. "Nah, that ain't true." She gave me a confused look. "I'm the best lay you'll ever get."

She let out a little laugh at that, closing her eyes for a long few seconds. "Yeah, probably."

"Not probably," I told her. "Definitely." I stepped over next to her, my pants on but my bare chest exposed. Her eyes wandered it for a moment before making their way back to my face - if my cock had still been out, she'd definitely have had a hard time looking anywhere but there. "Say it, or I'm not gonna fuck you again."

"Alright, alright. You're the best lay I'm ever gonna get in my whole life. I could fuck a new guy a day, and I'd never feel as good as this. That good enough for you?"

"It definitely is," I said. I could hear someone coming. People have different paces, different breathing patterns, and once you learn to do it, you can identify them by it - at least, I can. The other guy wasn't even outside yet. If I'd cared enough to, I could have gotten Savannah cleaned up and clothed, but… I didn't.

It was just her brother, after all. Let him see his little sister coated in spunk. What was he going to do? Punch me? Might as well punch a steel ingot, for all it would accomplish. Probably worse than that, actually - I'm harder than steel. I'd once had a guy try to stab me in the gut (I'd been fucking the guy's big-titted girlfriend), and the knife had just snapped under the pressure. I had made sure the guy didn't talk about it, and that was that.

* * *

Savannah's brother was named… Booker, that was right. He was on the football team with me, a year older than me. Handsome enough dude, if you were into dudes. (I'm not.) Taller than me, even. I'm six even; Booker was six foot three, a bit bulkier too. I'm muscular, but my body has its limits - there just isn't any good workout material around when you're strong enough to lift a car over your head without breaking a sweat. Anything much bigger than that would break if I tried.

Maybe it was because he was bigger that he thought that he could intimidate me into submission? "Hey. The fuck're you doing with my baby sister?" He asked, when we were in the showers after the game.

"What do you think?" I asked, with a snort at the absurd question. I doubted Savannah had gotten herself completely cleaned up before Booker had found her. "I was fuckin' her, like I do with every girl I feel like."

"That's my baby sister."

"Don't worry, she liked it. Told me it was the best sex she'd ever have in her whole life. I messed her up for her future husband, I'm sure," I said, with a cocky smirk.

"Alright. Let me rephrase. Stop. Fucking. Savannah."

"Hmm. Nah," I said, with a callous wave of my hand. "Ain't like I'm raping her, man. We're having a good time, you know? Just some fun fucking. Not like there's anything else to do in this town besides sex."

At that point, Booker slammed his fist right into my face - and gasped in agony, pulling it away. I'd even been nice and let my face tilt a few inches to one side, lessening the damage, but it looked like Booker had gotten real pissed as he collapsed onto his knees, clasping his hand. "Dude, come the fuck on," I said, looking down at Booker, getting only hate in return. "Now you're gonna have a busted hand for the game? Tell me you didn't break something."

"Fuck you!" Booker hissed out, making me laugh. His sister was already doing that.

"Want me to call the school nurse?"

Booker just screamed in impotent rage at me. "Goddammit, fuck you!"

* * *

Booker's hand, much to his relief, hadn't been broken. He'd gone out to just clear his head a little after what had happened. His arm still hung limp at his side - even if it wasn't broken, it was bruised, so he was using his off hand for most things now.

He must've completely fucked up his punch. There wasn't any other explanation for it. What, was Dick made out of solid steel? Fucking prick, just fucking his baby sister and laughing about it. It'd be one thing if they were going steady - Dick was a decent enough guy, when he decided to be - but Dick had probably taken half the girls' cherries in the whole school, and apparently, that included his innocent baby sister's too. He was infamous for his ability to get girls on their knees.

Fuck, back when Clarence had been on the team, the poor doofus trying and failing to lose his virginity, Dick had gotten Sheryl to take his cherry, just by saying that he'd fuck her after it was done (and she'd cleaned up). They didn't tell Clarence about that, ever, obviously. The ego boost even helped Clarence out. He asked out his crush, and… he was pretty sure Dick had fucked that girl a few times too, after she'd gotten together with Clarence, but he hadn't exactly stumbled on her coated in cum like he had with Savannah.

He found some berries he knew were edible growing from a bush, pulled some off. They were a little bigger than normal, but that suited him just fine, and he popped a couple in his mouth, enjoying the sweet taste. Actually, they were better than fine, they tasted fucking great, sugary and delicious. He just started pulling them out. His hand stopped bothering him as he chowed down on berry after berry, just flopping on his ass and pigging out.

What he didn't notice was the faint green glow that emanated from the soil that the bush was growing from.

* * *

I was surprised to see Booker back at practice after school the next day. I did think that Booker probably deserved the bruising his hand got, for trying to punch me just for fucking his sister, but I didn't want the guy to completely ruin his hand by doing something stupid. I turned to the coach. "Hey, this dumbass punched me the wrong way yesterday, he probably needs a day or two," I told him.

"I know," the coach replied. There was a note to his voice that said he'd already heard the story and found it tiresome. "Nurse says his hand's all healed up now," he explained, and Booker dutifully waved the hand around in front of his face, wearing an annoyed look. "You two shouldn't fight. Team needs to work together, even with our star here," he added, giving me a small elbow to the ribs.

"Hey, I'm not the one starting any fights," I replied, putting all the blame squarely where it belonged: Booker. If an attractive woman wanted to fuck me, well, I'd fuck her. I wasn't exactly going to deny a babe like Savannah my dick.

"I get it," Booker replied, though he fixed me with a solid glare. "Not gonna repeat that mistake."

That didn't sound like a promise not to punch me again, but I didn't give a fuck. If he wanted to break his hand against my face, well, what could I possibly say that would dissuade him from punching me a second time that the injury couldn't?

Booker did wind up on the opposite team in the scrimmage, but I didn't really care. Even when Booker clearly was doing his damnedest to tackle me, motivated by a bit more than team spirit, I just kept on doing the same thing as I always do when I have the ball: keep just out of reach of the person chasing me and do my best to play like they actually had a chance of knocking me down when their body hit mine. I had a perfect no-tackle record, but maintaining the pretense that it was a real competition was half of what I still found fun about football.

The other half was fucking the cheerleaders, like Savannah. They fucking loved the fact that I was such an ubermensch on the field, though my muscular body, handsome face, good grades, and big dick don't exactly hurt. Still, there was something special about picking a cheerleader to reward with a fuck after a good game.

My thoughts can wander like that even during a proper game: I'm just that damn good. It wasn't the other guys' fault for not being born perfect. If somebody managed to actually block me while I was distracted, I could generally barrel right through them. Booker getting in front of me didn't even process as a threat - until he actually collided with my midsection.

I'd been intending to do a half-spin to one side, avoiding any seriousness to the hit without actually injuring Booker. But as our bodies collided, I felt like about a million times more force that Booker hit me with than I'd ever gotten hit with before. Combined with the fact that I hadn't anticipated it, I wound up knocked on my ass for the first time, ever, since I first picked up the ball.

The whole team was about as shocked as me. Even Booker seemed surprised, before a cocky grin took over his face. "Guess you're not as invincible as you act, huh?" He looked so sure of himself in that moment, probably thinking that he'd put the fear of God into me. "Maybe this is God warning your ass."

I was more confused than anything else, as I got himself back to my feet. The coach actually came over to make sure I was okay - "You feeling alright, Dick?" He asked. "Under the weather, woozy? Any trouble thinking?"

"I'm fine," I said, waving it off. The only other time that I'd felt anything even approximating serious discomfort was when I'd found some glowing green rocks in the forest, back when I was ten - they made me feel like shit the closer I got, so I had moved away and just avoided the things in the future when I did spot them. A few people actually turned the damn things into jewelry, and apparently they don't bother anybody but me. I let my gaze slide right through Booker's uniform, but... no, there was none of that crap on him anywhere.

It was disconcerting. That's not a feeling that I experience much. Mostly when some girl I fucked decided not to fuck me when I offered, since it was so rare.

Was Booker like me? An alien? Hard to believe. Especially since he'd gotten hurt punching me earlier. Also, the fact that he was black didn't help. Two aliens, one white, one black? Maybe I was actually getting sick? "Actually - can I take the rest of the day off, coach?" I asked. "Hate to leave the rest of you high and dry, but I do have some homework to do."

"Sure thing," the coach said, since he would do virtually anything I asked, because I was clearly a superstar athlete who was going places. "Alright, Dwight, you're up," he declared, even as I headed off.

* * *

I felt fine. Hell, I felt great. I could still fly, crush rock with my bare hands, and look through walls. As I settled back down on the ground after the unpleasant experience, I took the time to actually try thinking through what the hell had happened.

Booker had definitely hit me harder than he had any right to. Did he have super strength or something? It didn't seem likely. Booker had actually gotten tackled during the scrimmage from one of the other players, so it was hard to believe he was anywhere close to as strong as me.

It felt like some nerd shit. You know, one of those manga where the bad guy has a weirdass superpower and the protagonist has to figure out how the fuck it works during the fight itself. I didn't really read those that much, but, hell, the local bookstore had them and there's not much more to do in this town other than fuck and read.

I did know a girl I could ask, though. Richelle. She was pretty ehn, appearance wise, so I never really bothered with her, but she got good grades and hung around the bookstore. I could tell she was into me, though, and not just because every girl was into me. She had a picture of me stuck to the back of her locker. It was normally hidden behind her books, so she probably figured it was safe, but I could just look through her books to check it out.

It was a picture of me at the pool, too, so I knew she was plenty thirsty. That'd make her easy to pick her brain for info. I found her at the bookstore, quietly nursing what looked like one of those girly romance mangas as she sat by the shelf. "Hey, Richelle," I said, making her jerk in sudden surprise, twisting around to look at me, eyes big as saucers.

"Y-you know my name?" She stuttered out. "I mean, ah, hi, Richard!"

"I know everybody's name," I told her, even as she rose to her feet. "And please, call me Dick. Everybody does."

"O-oh, sorry, I didn't know, I thought it was just friends," she said, hurriedly apologizing, gulping loudly. She was definitely incredibly into me, and the shy crush deal did up her cuteness rating by a few points. I spared a glance down her body, even slipping past her clothes, but she was a slim B-cup without much ass, so... why get the discount goods when you can get the luxury versions?

"Anyway, I was wanting to pick your brain about something," I said.

She bit her lip, looking unsure. "I-is it homework?"

"Nah," I told her. "It's a story. Guy's super strong and tough, but this other guy, who definitely isn't, manages to knock him on his ass. I was wondering why."

"Well, maybe the author just forgot," Richelle said.

"Nah, it isn't that badly written."

"Hm." She bit her lower lip again, this cute movement. She did have pretty nice lips. Plus a beauty mark. I wondered if she'd like sucking me off? She didn't wear any makeup, so she didn't exactly look great, but I could probably convince somebody to show her how to put it on properly. "Uh, um, maybe he has some kind of super weight?" She suggested. "If you're strong, that doesn't mean you're heavy, after all." I shook my head again - it definitely wasn't that. "I guess... he could be a power nullifier?"

"A what?"

"You know. Like Touma or Asta," she told me, two names that meant literally jack and shit to me. "A-ah, sorry... I mean, it's a power that turns off other powers."

Hm. I did remember that my powers got shitty when I got near that green crap, but... "The guy could use his other powers after the hit, though," I explained.

"Um... maybe it's touch range?" She suggested. That would fit, actually. "Sorry... maybe it's only the super strength? Ooo, it could be like, a thing where it forcibly levels off powers so that nobody can beat him!" She started bouncing on her heels excitedly. "So, if somebody had like, a Strength of 300, right, but he only has a regular Strength of 10, then they get forced down to Strength 10 too! Unless the other powers are combat powers..."

"I'm pretty sure it's not that, but thanks," I said, starting to turn to go.

"Ooo! Wait! Dick!" She said, clearly genuinely desperate to keep talking to me. Normally girls only got like this after I fucked them. I turned to meet her gaze, and she hurriedly came up with something"U-um, what's the name of the story you're reading? Manga? Webcomic?" She asked.

"Oh. I don't remember?" I shrugged. She pouted at that. "Sorry." I decided to give her what she wanted, and gently patted her head, even frazzling her hair for a moment. Of course, I quickly regretted it, since her hair was oily as fuck, so I just pulled my hand away. "You should probably get new shampoo."

"O-oh, sorry," she said, fidgeting in place, but I just headed on out.

* * *

Booker was waiting outside my house, looking confident and pissed as he walked right up to me. I toyed with my powers, looking directly through his skull into his brain; I could definitely still see that. He pushed one finger into my chest, and the power went off like a switch had been flicked.

Damn. Richelle was right. Maybe I should give the girl a tumble? She'd definitely appreciate it, but... I guessed I could have a girl help her out with her looks. Give her a makeover and she'd be good for a fuck. Probably. I liked them chesty up top and round down back, but I could make an exception if the girl had something worthwhile to offer other than that. And apparently Richelle had a good brain to pick.

Oh, and Booker was saying some shit, you know, blah blah, stay away from my baby sister, blah blah, I know what kind of guy you are, blah blah. I actually now knew that letting him touch me was how his power - if you could even call something that lame that - worked. "Look, dude," I interrupted, "your sister's not even younger than me." She was actually about a month older, if I remembered our birthdays right. "If I can choose to stick my dick in her, she can choose to get my dick stuck in her."

"Okay, you want it to be like that. I know you're not invincible, you fuck-" he said, taking a swing right at my head.

Of course, since I now knew not to let him touch me, I easily ducked under the blow and took a step back. He actually swung so wide that he almost lost his balance, he was that surprised that I decided to actually dodge his dumb ass instead of standing there and getting hit.

"I am pretty much invincible, actually," I told him, as I thought about how to hit a guy who tanked my powers whenever I touched him. "But, uh," I stepped back again as he tried to hit me with another fist. "This is assault, man. It's actually a crime. Plus, the coach wouldn't like-" he tried to tackle me at that point, and I easily sidestepped it. I could move insanely fast when I needed to, so there was no chance he'd actually hit me now that I knew what to do. "I don't like fighting. You wanna bitch to somebody about me fucking Savannah, bitch to her. She might actually change her mind."

Obviously, he just got more angry at that point, and I rolled my fucking eyes. You give a guy every chance... our front lawn, like a lot of 'em, had a simple chain link fence around it. I stepped inside, closed the gate behind me, and when he got close enough, I just kicked it out. I calibrated my strength and force, and it hit him in the legs and sent him tumbling onto his ass. "Agh! Goddammit!" He cried out in genuine pain, hands going to his knee to cover it. "You're such an asshole, Dick!"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm not the one starting fights because I don't like who you're fucking."

"You're not even..." he trailed off for a moment, surprised, then flexed his leg.

I didn't have much experience with pain, but I was pretty sure it didn't normally wear off that quick. Maybe in addition to being a power nullifier, he had healing powers like that Wolverine guy from the movies? That'd explain why his hand got better after his punch. He grinned like he'd just figured out something amazing, at about the same time I made the same guess. He got to his feet, grabbing the edge of the fence and fighting with me over it. Fortunately, he didn't realize that he had power nullification powers, so he didn't actually try to grab my hands or anything, which meant I could easily play at seriously fighting over the gate.

Then he got the bright idea to hop the fence, letting go and quickly running around it. I obviously caught up to him, and took out my phone to dial Savannah, putting the phone up against my shoulder as I played defense.

"Dick?" You could hear the desire in her voice.

"Hey, Savannah," I said. "Your brother's being a huge asshole right now, it's probably gonna get him in trouble if he actually follows through. You mind telling him off for me?" That actually gave Booker some pause, and I put the phone on speaker.

"What are you doing, Booker?" She asked it with a sharpness that made it sound more like she was his mom than his little sister.

"I'm just- talking about stuff, with Dick," he said, actually starting to back down.

"Yeah. Like how he wants to punch me," I told Savannah. "Tried decking me, again."

"Didn't you almost break your hand last time?" Savannah asked, and it was definitely hot hearing her say shit like that, in this context. "Bro. You can't do this. You're going to get messed up."

"I'm three inches taller than him and like thirty pounds heavier," he countered, turning this into a completely inane argument.

"He's fucking Dick. Have you hit him even once, since you started this stupid goddamn fight?"

"...no," he admitted.

"Yeah. Because he doesn't want you to break your damn hand." That wasn't why (it was because it might actually hurt), but I definitely didn't argue. "Look. Booker. I'm a grown ass woman," she said, which technically wasn't true but I also wasn't arguing. "I get to pick who I screw, and you know who I keep picking? Dick. You know why? Because he's a foot long and it feels fucking incredible."

"I don't need to hear that," he yelled at the phone.

"I don't need to hear that my big brother is getting into stupid fights over me like I'm a little girl! I'mma tell Mom, and if you don't come straight home, she's gonna know," she added, and at that point, Booker fixed me with a glare.

"It's not as big a deal as he's making it-"

"Get. Home." Savannah then hung up.

Booker glared at me, seriously considering trying to attack me again, before letting out a huff. "Hiding behind a girl?"

"I'll hide behind any damn thing, if it keeps your dumb ass from getting hurt," I told him.

He just let out another huff and turned to leave. I watched him go for a few seconds before heading inside and locking the door. Fucking loon. I went for my backpack to start sorting through the homework I hadn't gotten to, when my phone went off again. It was Savannah.

"Hey," she said. "So, he leaving you be?"

"Yeah, he headed home," I told her.

"Cool. Cool." There was a pause. "My mom's about to chew his head off. Can I come over?"

"To fuck?"

"Yes," she said.

"Sure," I said. It was all Booker's fault for being an asshole. Savannah had been helpful, which deserved a reward, and unlike Richelle, she was hot as fuck.

* * *

I had Savannah on her back on my bed within a minute of her knocking on the front door, and she definitely liked that. "Fuck," she breathed out, as I took out my cock again. "It's so damn big. Somebody actually looked it up, that's like - your dick is literally, one in a billion," she told me. She licked her lips. "And they were underestimating how big it is. Only ten inches."

"It's longer than that, yeah," I told her, clambering atop her and pointing my cock at her pussy. She'd stripped even faster than I had, and was now completely naked beneath me. She just grinned, this manic, very pleasant thing, and I slowly pushed my cock inside her, making her let out a gasp of pleasure. I enjoyed the feeling of her pussy around my cock - then slid my hands up to her breasts as I started to fuck her properly.

She had a real nice, big, round pair, as previously mentioned. They weren't particularly sensitive or anything, but they were definitely fun to play with. Big and round and perky, my fingers could just sink into it, and her nipples were definitely hard from the feeling of me inside her. "Goddd," she breathed out, letting her eyelashes flutter wildly beneath me. "It's so bigggg," she said, as I lodged myself deep inside her, then started grinding in place, rubbing my dick against her g-spot as my pelvis ground her clit. "Fuck, you're so goooood," she moaned softly, her hands tangling up around the sheets on either side of her. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna, come!" She squealed out the last word as an orgasm hit her hard, and I just grinned at the show, enjoying seeing her like that.

As she spasmed on my cock, her tight pussy gripping and squeezing my whole length, I reached over for my nightstand, picking up my phone and pointing it at her face. She made eye contact with the camera shortly as I started to record, clearly not caring at all about the thing. "Hey. Tell your big brother than you love my dick."

She actually blushed a bit at that, biting her lower lip, seeming to hesitate. I responded by slowing my pace - and that was all it took. "I love your dick, Dick!" She practically yelled the words out, wrapping her legs around my waist, trying to force me deeper inside her. "It's so fucking good, it's amazing!"

"Tell your brother than," I teased.

"It's great!" She said, meeting the camera with her eyes. "Booker, just let me fuck this guy, it ain't like we're getting married." She squirmed as I started to move my cock just right all over again, making her gasp and pant in pleasure, her eyelashes fluttering wildly. "Fuck, it's so damn good, this white dick is so good!"

She started trying to wriggle in place, doing her best to intensify her pleasure, and I held her down. I knew better than her how to move to maximize her pleasure, after all. She misinterpreted the action as a complaint about her words not being good enough. "I don't know if I'll ever love a guy as much as I love this cock, Booker. It ain't even about, just the size, though it's huge, but he's also, so damn good with it, fuhuuuuck!" She let out a moan as another orgasm hit her, her whole body bouncing on the bed, making the mattress squeak.

My dad was home, but he didn't give a fuck about me screwing women. Hell, he even encouraged it. "You love my big, hard, white cock, don't you?" I prompted her, and she nodded quickly, willing to agree to just about anything to get me to keep fucking her. "Tell your brother that," I ordered her.

There was zero hesitation, only her lips flapping and incoherent noises coming out as she struggled to talk in the midst of the pleasure. Within a second, though, she was talking. "I love his big, hard, white cock, Booker! I fucking love it! I want it all over my insides! I want him to fuck me every damn day! Any time he calls, I'm right there, ready to fuck - or suck, if that's what he wants! I've blown him a dozen times, Booker, it's so amazing having a big fat cock like that in your mouth!"

"That's a good girl," I told her, stopping the recording and putting it to one side. She just panted, her eyelashes fluttering as she stared up at me, no longer bothering trying to speak. I just relished the feeling of her around my cock, grinding when and how she liked it best, making her whole body twist and writhe in place on the bed.

Sometimes, she'd manage to start talking again, and every time, it was with a filthy mouth that was doing its best to get me off. "I'd do anything to get to fuck this cock every day!" "My, my ancestors got freed by Abraham Lincoln, and I got enslaved by Dick's dick!" "Fuck my brother, fuck him, I'd rather, fuck you, fuck!" Orgasm after orgasm hit her body, her dark skin growing slick and shiny with sweat as I enjoyed her and made sure she enjoyed herself.

When I finally decided I wanted to come, I pulled out, getting over her face, jerking myself off - and spraying hot cum all over her cute face, white semen staining it. She held her mouth open, tongue lolling out, eyes closed, just like a pornstar getting a facial the whole time. I had her pretty well trained.

Once I was finished, she laid there for a long few moments. "Thanks, Dick," she breathed out. "You fuck so damn good... you're not really gonna show that to my brother, right?"

"Nah," I told her. "Just some sexy fun." She smiled at that, though her eyes remained closed due to my cum coating her face. "Still, you owe me for this. Your brother only caused me problems 'cause of you," I explained, and she nodded, looking a tad upset at the fact that I was right, she had caused this. "I'm gonna be nice, though."

"Yuh, yeah?" She sputtered.

"Yeah. You know Richelle?" I asked her, and she nodded rapidly. "Does she have any friends?"

"U-uh, the teachers, I guess," she said. "Not like, any cute friends you can fuck or anything like that. I mean, I guess you could fuck one of the teachers." As if I wasn't already fucking every attractive female teacher at our school. Well, I guess that proved that we'd managed to keep that under wraps.

"Nah," I told her. "I'm not ticked at her. Zero female friends?"

"We caught her masturbating in the girls' locker room one time, she's-" she cut herself off.

"Say what you feel like, Savannah," I said, giving her ass a quick swat.

"She's a weirdo. Huge perv. It's like - impossible to talk with her about anything other than sex or those dumb Chinese comics she reads."

"Get her a makeover."

"Really?" She panted out, reaching up to collect some of my cum from her eyelid, then half-opening the eye. "That weirdo nerd?"

"Yes." It wasn't like it was an inaccurate description.

"You sure?" She asked, starting to scoop more of my cum off her features to let her see properly. "I'm pretty sure she's crushing on you."

"Oh, like half the school doesn't want to fuck me," I said, rolling my eyes.

"If you're sure, then," she said.

"Don't tell her I'm the one who told you to do it, either," I added. I wasn't necessarily gonna fuck her, but, once I saw how she cleaned up - then I could make a decision on if I should reward her for her help with my cock. "Anyway." I flopped onto my back on the bed. "I want a blowjob, Savannah."

"Sure thing," she said, much more comfortable with that than Richelle, moving to start sucking my cock. I just sighed and ran my fingers through her hair, letting out a pleased sigh as she worked.

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