Big Dick, Chapter 2: Richelle
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Booker's mom apparently did have control of him. I couldn't really sympathize with his situation - I never knew my mom - but he actually came up to me in between classes, and apologized for attacking me. I didn't rub it in. The whole thing was annoying, more than anything else.

During practice, he didn't specifically try to knock me down, and I returned to my near-perfect record. When we finished practice for the day, I found Vanessa, took her to the men's bathroom, and fucked her silly over the toilet. She was very appreciative and cleaned my dick off afterwards, praising how big it was, how good it felt in her, how much better a screw I was than her boyfriend, you get the idea. I came all over the inside of her mouth, making her cheeks bulge as she had to swallow it all down.

After that was done, I went home, did my homework, and started sexting with several different girls. There was this widow down the street with a rocking body and a big ass collection of lingerie, and she was definitely getting the most attention of those girls. They were all thirsty as fuck, though, trying to convince me to come over and fuck their brains out with fun offers like blowjobs and food and video games... ultimately, I decided to go screw the widow. Her lingerie collection was really nice.

* * *

At school the next day, I saw Richelle had cleaned herself up. She wasn't a stunner in terms of fashion or anything - she was wearing a loose sweater that hid her body, not that there was anything to really hide - but she had actually put on makeup and washed her hair properly. It was still messy, but now it looked like a girl who had just gotten out of bed. She was definitely more fuckable now, but did that make her actually fuckable?

After some consideration, I decided it didn't really matter. I fucked girls like Savannah because they were hot. I was gonna fuck Richelle because she'd helped me out - it was fine if she wasn't that attractive.

I approached her in between classes, and her eyes swelled up like saucers behind her glasses as I came over to her. "H-hi," she stammered out, wiggling her hand nervously as she looked up at me. "Dick," she added, in a soft voice, letting the word drip up through her mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Hey," I said right back. "After school, you want to come over to my place? I wanted to thank you for your help earlier," I added.

"O-oh! Yes! Yes!" She squeaked and bounced on her feet rapidly, her petite body seeming super hyperactive as she did so. "Yes, I would like that a lot, Dick!" She let out a soft breath, looking positively dizzy with excitement. I just smiled and patted her head, and this time my hand didn't come away oily, though her cheeks did glow at the touch. "I'll come over around five?" She suggested, her voice growing super squeaky towards the end, almost cracking with anxiousness.

"Sounds good to me," I told her. If she had something to do right after school, I wasn't gonna make her leave it to come fuck me. This was reward sex, not just me getting my rocks off. "See you then," I said, turning to go.

"See you!" She practically shouted the words, then covered her mouth, blushing bright red.

Honestly, there was no reason for her to be so nervous. She was cute enough, and I was gonna fuck her basically no matter what she said. I'd had sex with more annoying chicks in the last week.

* * *

I was surprised when she showed up in front of my house wearing an actual dress. Especially since it made her butt properly 'pop.' Her ass had looked pretty flat normally, but something about how her dress squeezed it made it look nice. "Hi!" She was really loud as she greeted me. She even had a purse - I'd never seen her with a purse before.

"Hey," I said. "Come on in."

"I-in?" She stuttered. "Are we go-going to eat together? Am I going to m-meet your dad?"

"I mean, maybe you'll meet my dad," I told her. "But you're not coming in for food. Come on," I said, taking hold of her wrist and halfway dragging her inside. She blushed, but she didn't resist or argue, letting me drag her up to my bedroom.

"A-ah, I'm in Dick's bedroom," she breathed out, her eyes wide with wonder as she looked all over the room, a lewd pant escaping her throat. "I can't believe it..."

"Believe it."

"Oh! You watch Naruto too??" She asked, her eyes lighting up. That's the show with the dumb blonde kid, right? My confusion must have been obvious enough, since she bit her lip a moment later. "O-oh, sorry, nevermind, I'm stupid, sorry, Dick."

"It's fine. How do you want to do it?"

"Do what?" She asked, blinking without any apparent awareness of why I'd dragged her up to my bedroom to fuck her. I didn't mind popping her cherry if she was a virgin, but I also didn't want to pressure or trick a girl into sex. I could pop plenty of cherries without any guile, just because girls love muscular handsome guys with big cocks.

"Have sex." Her mouth fell open in shock, her eyes growing even wider, a blush covering her whole face. "If you're not interested, that's fi-"

"No! No! I'm interested! Yes! I'll have sex with you, Dick! I'm a virgin, though, ah!" She covered her face with her hands. "This is happening so much faster than I thought..."

"For real, I don't want to fuck a girl with reservations," I told her, and her eyes turned up to me again. "If you don't want to fuck, that's fi-"

"I do, I do!" She hurriedly started to take off her dress, revealing her pert b-cup breasts to open air, wiggling out of the thing to reveal a simple plain gray pair of elastic panties. "I do want to have sex! Please, have sex with me, Dick!"

I smiled at her enthusiasm. I guess I basically had been teasing her, with lines about how she could stop whenever. She was really eager for my cock, I figured, as I pulled up my shirt and tossed it off, reaching for my waistband and pulling down my pants and underwear together. Her eyes, which had temporarily been roaming my bare chest, went down to my cock, and her jaw just dropped as she saw how big it was. "It's so big..."

She knelt in front of me instantly, just slamming to her knees in front of my cock. She let out a soft breath as she stared at my dick, her hands going up for it, stroking my length. Her nostrils flared as she started to just sniff at it, and then, tentatively, she licked the very tip, getting a taste of my salty precum. She actually moaned in pleasure at that, her eyes briefly lidding as she looked up at me.

I was planning on fucking her first, but I've never turned down a blowjob in my life, so I just put my hand on the back of her head and urged her forward. Her mouth stretched wide to accommodate me, really struggling to handle it, and I wasn't even a quarter of the way into her mouth before she started to gag, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

I wasn't the one who kept pushing my cock up against her gag reflex, though - that was all her. When you've got a cock like mine, you learn to be gentle with girls who are learning to handle it. Richelle didn't seem to believe in gentleness, though, because she was forcing her mouth down my cock like a woman possessed, choking and spitting and gagging as she did, going cross-eyed as her hand slid down in between her legs and started to frantically masturbate.

She looked like a mess as she worked me over, but I just patted her head, and she wore a dopey smile around my cock at that tiny reward. She had only gotten one third of my dick in her mouth, but still, she was clearly working very hard. "That's a good girl, Richelle," I breathed out.

She popped off my cock at that point, coughing and gasping for breath, then she looked up at me. "C-could you, u-um, c-call me, by a pet n-name? Like sweetie or cutie?"

"Sure, babe," I told her, and she lit up at that, then quickly went right back to choking herself on my cock. "That's a good girl," I repeated, as she slammed her face into my pelvis, her glasses starting to go askew as she furiously worked to take more of it into her mouth and throat. She was just jackhammering her face up and down the first three or four inches of my cock, gagging, saliva spraying out of her mouth, then repeating the process over and over again, as she pounded away. Her hand in her cunt was moving fast and hard, making plenty of noise as she jilled off.

It took not even two minutes of cocksucking before she orgasmed. She was on a hair trigger, it seemed like, which I definitely liked, as she moaned and jerked around my dick, not pulling off even as she came. Her cute little tits jiggled, and her face was a complete mess, eyes rolled up as she just flopped around on my cock. Tears had caked her cheeks, her sclera were pink, saliva coated her chin and she just kept going anyway, seeming not to mind at all as she frantically masturbated.

Lots of girls liked sucking my cock, but I didn't know any who were quite this enthusiastic about it. Certainly not the first time. It ratcheted her up quite a few spots on my mental ranking list - appearance counted for a lot, but so did enthusiasm. Maybe I'd call her up later without her needing to do anything for me, I decided. I mean, she'd just be a suckslut, but she seemed like she'd be happy with that.

I ran my fingers through her hair, and she responded by moaning around my cock, getting more forceful as she just ground her face towards my groin. She had only managed to take four inches so far, but as her lips stretched and strained, as she wiggled and jerked in pleasure, she managed to slowly creep forward. The feeling of her tight throat gagging around my dick was positively amazing, and the feeling of her moans and hums around my dick - divine. Every second there was a growing temptation to just blow my load, but she was enjoying herself right now, and this was a reward for her, so I held off, just letting her go wild.

She'd pound her face up and down my dick, sloppy drool running down her chin as she took my dick into her gagging, resisting throat, again and again. She'd sometimes pause to grind herself down against it, mewling in unmet desired as she struggled to take my whole length. Even on those rare occasions (and they were shockingly rare, given what a rough time she was having of it) when she'd need to catch her breath, she'd do it sniffing my dick and pressing her cheek against my length.

"It's so incredible, Dick... I love being so close to it. I love how it, smuh, smells," she said. Her nervousness seemed completely gone now, that she could just say lewd things like that with a dopey smile on her face. I definitely didn't mind hearing it, either. Like I said, enthusiasm counts for a lot, and soon enough, she was coming again. She actually tried to leverage the orgasm into taking even more of my cock, trying to just ram herself all the way down my cock, but she only got maybe to five inches that time as she spasmed and squirmed. I reached down for her throat, able to feel my own dick through her neck, and immediately, she copied the movement, hand going to her throat to feel my cock inside it.

She actually squeezed it at that point, still coming down from her own orgasm as she literally choked herself around my cock. I groaned at that point, grabbing the back of her head and just letting go directly into her throat. She choked and sputtered, some of it going the wrong way, but she didn't resist at all, as some of my cum flew out of her nose and the rest got deposited straight down her throat into her stomach. It was only after a long few very pleasant seconds that I pulled back, and she remained kneeling, panting in front of me, a dopey smile on her lips. "Was, was I good, Dick?"

"Yeah, You were good, babe. Now bend over the bed so I can fuck you good."

There was zero hesitation on Richelle's part. She immediately scrambled over to my bed, hurriedly presenting her ass up to me, hurriedly peeling her sticky panties off and tossing them to one side. There was a manic look in her eyes, and her face was even more of a mess than before, with snot-cum coming out of her nose, but I didn't give a fuck. She'd earned a reward for helping me out with Booker, and now she was going to get it.

It was genuinely surprising, how smooth I went in. I was all prepared to have to slow down as her cunt tried to resist my entrance, but she took it with ease, her legs curling up and ankles kicking her own ass as I just pushed all the way inside her in a single second. She moaned in pleasure, going cross-eyed and actually coming on the first thrust, vibrating on the bed, jerking in pleasure in place. "Ish sho goooood!" She got out, her thighs smacking at my hips.

"Thank me, then," I told her, giving her ass an appreciative smack. It wasn't as big as it had looked in that dress, but it was still plenty nice, pert and round.

"Yes! Thank you, Dick! Thank you for fucking meeeee!" She squealed as I started to just pound away, holding her by the hips as I enjoyed her body. She was shockingly easy to slip into, for a virgin, and about as wet as any girl I'd ever had in my life, pretty much just drooling her pussy juices out onto the bed and floor as I railed her. "I love it, thank yooooou!" She orgasmed again, her pussy clamping down on my cock, adding a delicious flavor to the overall pace of the sex itself.

"You're welcome," I told her, pumping away. "You know, since you suck cock so damn good, I was thinking I'd like your number," I added. She just nodded rapidly, her eyes rolling around in her skull as I kept ramming at her pussy. "Good. Glad to hear that you'll be happy to be my on-call suckslut," I added.

She came again to that, orgasming on my cock like a wild woman, letting out this staccato moan. Fuck. She'd probably orgasmed three times in the previous minute and a half, if not faster than that, and it felt genuinely amazing to me. I normally had to really work to get that kind of response from a girl, but Richelle? She seemed to just come from anything. "Anything, fuhr, you," she managed to slur out, before I just bottomed out inside her all over, making her go cross-eyed as she came her brains out again.

I ground my dick against her insides, reaching down to toy with her clit, but it seemed to barely do anything for her - the grinding or the clit play. I mean, she was enjoying it, sure, squirming on my cock, but she wasn't enjoying it nearly as much as she'd been enjoying getting fucked hard. So I went back to doing that. I definitely didn't prefer wiggling my hips around with my cock inside a girl's pussy, to using her cunt like it was my right hand. She moaned and jerked on the bed as I started to roughly fuck her again, just thrusting my dick all the way to the base inside her, before peeling her back off and repeating the process.

She was tight, and with all her coming her brains out, she often felt more like she was "stuck" than anything else, forcing me to work a little to fuck her properly. Her eyes spun around in her head and she just drooled all over the place - from both mouths - as I pumped away at her cunt. "Kuh, come, come in me, Dick!" She pleaded, after about thirty minutes. "Make me a mommy!"

I obviously wasn't gonna do that, though. First off, if I was gonna knock up any girl... it'd be some rich older bitch I could make my sugar mama off of child support. Second off, for all I knew, my half-alien kid would go all Alien and rip its way out of her stomach. So instead I peeled my way out of her pussy, twisted her around, and stuffed my cock right past her lips all over again. She didn't fight back at all, looking up at me with bleary eyes, her glasses having long since fallen off. She still looked like a mess, though the tears had dried. She actually actively took my dick as deep as she could, sleepily slamming her face down my cock, and then started to gag and convulse as she did her best to coax another orgasm out of me.

I patted her head, and then let go, giving her a second load of my cum as a reward for all her hard work. She smiled stupidly around my dick as I filled her mouth, and when I finally peeled her off, she had some freshly dried snot-cum on her face. "That was great," I told her. "You're a really good cocksucker, babe. You'll probably want to freshen up in the bathroom."

"O-oh, yeah," she said, touching her face. "Ha ha, I got really messy, you like that, right, Dick?"

"It looks nice on you," I told her. "But I don't think you want my dad to see it."

"Okay," she said, looking around and finding her way to the bathroom, where she washed up. Once that was done, I helped her get dressed again, walked her to the door, got her number, gave her a quick pat on the ass and sent her home. I really had done my good deed for the day, it felt like.

* * *

Caroline tapped her foot impatiently. Richelle had said she was going out for dinner with some friends. When she had asked which friends, Richelle had stuttered and stammered and eventually offered some girl named Savannah. She had wound up calling Savannah's mother about the whole thing, and it seemed legitimate.

But it had been over an hour since she had left. Caroline knew all of Richelle's clothes, but when she went through the house after Richelle had left, she noticed that Richelle wasn't missing any of her clothes, except for a pair of elastic panties. No bra. No shirt. What was her daughter wearing? Something she didn't want her mother to know about, presumably. Something fit for a hussy, presumably. She would wait right here, right at the door, and not go to church like she had been planning. She thought she had raised her better than this, but apparently her daughter required some discipline.

That fact was confirmed when Richelle arrived home, wearing a dress without a back, like some common harlot! The girl's eyes widened as they settled on her, clearly distressed from being found out. "You-" she pointed one finger at Richelle, "-are going to tell me exactly what you have been doing instead of going out with friends, and then, you are going to your room, where you will remain until I tell you that you're free to go. Even if that means missing school. And give me your phone," she added, holding her hand out.

Richelle obediently handed over the phone. "I- I really was out with Savannah, I just, thought it would be nice... to look nice..." she explained.

It was an obvious lie. Richelle couldn't lie worth a damn, certainly not to Caroline. "No. Your punishment will be longer, now. Go to your room. If you think I can't find out things like this, you have another damn thing coming." To the girl's retreating backside, Caroline yelled out - "And even if you did get away with something, God wouldn't approve of it!"

She could see the flush run down the girl's neck thanks to that damned, horrible dress she was wearing. Caroline would make sure to tear it up.

* * *

Caroline had chosen to stay home that day, to ensure that Richelle didn't try to run off again. She was woken up from a midday nap by her daughter's phone, buzzing repeatedly with an unknown number. Could this individual be the one who had tempted Richelle into sin? She cleared her throat. She sounded similar to her daughter, enough to disguise it over the phone with an excuse like feeling sick. She flipped open the phone - not one of those damned smartphones - and answered.

"Hello?" She was managing the best scraggly voice she could, at the moment.

"Richelle?"

"Yes," she said. She paused for just a moment. "I really liked last night..." If this wasn't the one who had tempted her daughter to lie to her mother, then she would handle him. "Sorry, I couldn't come to school today, I'm sick," she added. She coughed for effect.

"Oh. That sucks. Feel better, babe. I was gonna ask you if you wanted to blow me in the cafeteria, but if you can't, that's fine. Rain check. See you when you're better."

He actually hung up without waiting for her to respond, though that was possibly because Caroline was fuming. Babe?! BLOW HIM!? What was her daughter doing with this man! Clearly nothing good. She would have to take care of him, somehow...

* * *

I wasn't really surprised to have Richelle suggest public sex. She'd talked obliquely about it in the call, but it was obvious that was what she wanted - for me to fuck her out near one of the bridges. It was pretty low foot traffic, but there were people there. Just a handful, maybe one per mile at the most. Still, I found the bridge in question and paused, waiting for her. I hadn't gotten there early, but Richelle didn't seem like the kind of girl to welch. I leaned my weight against the railing, glancing up and down the road, using my telescopic vision to try to pinpoint her, but it looked like she wasn't anywhere nearby.

I took out my phone, starting to text her. If something happened, I'd have to do something about it, after all.

Then - it was like somebody just shoved my phone right out of my hands, knocking it over the edge of the railing. "Oh fuck," I yelled, turning, trying to grab it without using powers. There was some lady who was drinking a soda in visual range, so I couldn't fly or use superspeed to get it, which was just about going to piss me the fuck off. I backed up my smartphone because I'm not an idiot, but fuck! Those things are expensive. I let out a groan of annoyance, rubbing at my face, still leaning over the railing.

Then something tried to push me right off. Obviously, I didn't let it do fuck all, but I swung my hand right around to smash open the skull whoever had just tried to kill me - but there was nobody there. I swung and kicked at the air, probably looking pretty stupid, but some invisible asshole had just tried to murder me.

Fuck it. This wasn't worth it. I headed home.

* * *

Caroline didn't understand why her power hadn't worked. She had pushed the boy hard - it should have been more than enough to send him tumbling to his death. She had definitely been able to push his phone off into oblivion, so at least he wasn't going to bother her daughter that way any longer. It must just have been being finicky - the Lord did love to punish women with random swings like that. She could try it again later. That brute had been doing... God only knew what disgusting things with her daughter. She'd have to keep her at home until she could remove this... foul influence.

She finished off her soda and shook her head, turning to head home.

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