Big Dick, Chapter 3: Caroline
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I wound up having to go find Moira and give her a good seeing to, to get the money to replace my smartphone. She's a franchisee, the owner of a McDonald's that's just off the interstate that runs nearby, which is about as close as you get to genuine wealth in Smallville, outside the Luthors. After I gave her a nice, long fucking while her husband was away, I told her my sob story about dropping my phone into the river, and she soon offered me the few hundred dollars it would cost to replace, then I gave her another good fucking before heading out.

Easy money. I bought a new smartphone, reinstalled my apps and contacts from the cloud, and then contemplated my contacts list for a long few seconds before deciding to try calling Richelle again, since she was the one who asked me to meet in the first place. She didn't pick up. Weird.

I flipped through my contacts list again. Thinking about Richelle had me in a blowjob mood, so I decided on Melanie - that girl could suck like a damn vacuum cleaner, even if she didn't have quite the same manic enthusiasm of Richelle. I got a blowjob from her in her pink fluffy bedroom while her parents argued downstairs about money, and when she finished me off, I held my hand over her mouth to keep her moans quiet as I fucked her nice and good.

* * *

The next day at school was weird, though. Richelle still wasn't there, and she still wasn't picking up her phone. It sent me straight to voicemail. I got a blowjob from Savannah during lunch, but it was hard to enjoy it. In the back of my head, the situation with Richelle bothered me. It was weird, right? A girl asked me to meet up, then ghosted me. I didn't think that had literally ever happened, plus, someone had (probably) tried to kill me (that had happened before). Was Richelle pissed at me and trying to murder me? She really didn't seem like the type, and why not show up to school if she was?

After school, I decided to go check on Richelle. I have a trick to look out over the town - find an empty area (easy) - and fly straight up, then zoom in on whatever you're interested in, skimming through walls if you have to. I found Richelle in her house, in her bedroom, which was totally understandable if she was sick, but she looked more upset than sick. After a closer inspection, I realized the locks on her bedroom door were on the outside, and I got a much sharper understanding of what was going on.

I could see her whole house from there, though her parents weren't home at the moment. I could theoretically just yank her out of there if I wanted to, but that wasn't a great idea, so I settled back down to solid ground and thought about what to do. Ugh. I was getting way too anxious about Richelle. It was damn distracting from the things in life that are worth doing, like sex. I called up Thea, this smoking hot late-thirties widow with zero kids and zero boyfriend. She was always good for a fun date into the city, which would help take my mind off whatever was going on with Richelle.

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Caroline spotted that boy coming out of the woods, and she decided to follow him from a distance in her car. He eventually made his way to one of those McMansions, being greeted by a woman old enough to be his mother. She was pretty sure that she wasn't his mother, though - Richelle had been quite certain that he didn't have one. The woman had left. No wonder he was so poorly behaved, without proper female guidance in his life. Still, that was an explanation, not an excuse, and... the woman was kissing him on the lips.

Her eyes widened, hate boiling in her heart. This, this- young man, he had dared to propose her daughter do that sort of thing with him, and now, he was also gallivanting about with an older woman?! He couldn't die fast enough! She watched as he got into the passenger seat of the woman's car, the pair driving off together, probably on some debauched date.

They got onto the interstate, headed for the city, and as their car gained speed, Caroline reached out with her powers for the vehicle and waved her hand, a small aid to concentration that helped. The front left tire of the car burst, and she hit the brakes hard, not wanting to get caught in the accident as the vehicle ahead of her spun out of control. She watched with righteous joy as the sinful pair's car spun, and hit the divider with a slam - then she drove past, confident that the problem had been solved. Perhaps, after apologizing sufficiently, Richelle would even be allowed to go to school? She would have to speak to her pastor.

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I removed my hand from the car frame where I'd been gripping it. I had a certain weight and superstrength, and I could fly, so when we'd started to spin out of control, I'd grabbed it there and forced the car to move slower, less dangerously, into its accident. Slowing it down too much would have been dangerous, since I could have just ripped the car to shreds in doing it. "What happened?" She asked, sounding a tad woozy as she sat there, upside down, still strapped in.

"Accident," I said. "The front tire burst." Something didn't add up, though. It was too weird. Two near-miss accidents, two days in a row? Well, calling them near-misses was being generous, but if I'd been a normal human, I'd probably be dead by now. The first one was definitely something weird, but this one could just be a coincidence, making me paranoid...

"Ugh..." Thea groaned, rubbing her head. "It's going to really... suck, explaining why you were in my car."

"Don't worry, babe," I told her, giving her a peck on the cheek. "I'm not hurt. I can get home on my own."

"No, it's, you probably shouldn't," she got out, but I was already clambering out of the car. "Dick!" She yelled, but I was already off the road. I zoomed out of there once I was out of sight. It was more convenient to me anyway, plus I got to look like a good guy.

* * *

Richelle looked like she'd been crying her eyes out, when she came into school the next day. I was glad she was ungrounded or whatever, but I didn't want to deal with her in that condition. Crying girls weren't exactly the best lovers, and I didn't know (or care to learn) how to make a girl feel better other than with my cock.

Still, she spotted me during lunch period, and lit up with shock as she did so, hurriedly rushing over to my table where I was hanging out with the other football team members. "Dick! You're okay!" She sounded so damn excited, like she'd just had her favorite ship from some stupid manga made canon.

"Uhh. Yeah," I said, looking at her in honest confusion. "I was alive yesterday too. Day before that as well. Goes all the way back to my birth."

"No, I, um, I heard you had got in a car accident, I'm so happy that you're not dead, Dick," she said.

"Where'd you hear that?" I asked.

"U-um, my mom told me," she explained, frowning. The other guys were starting to give each other looks from how long I was humoring this girl for, and I got why. She had cleaned up a tiny bit, but her sclera were pink and she was still a mess, not exactly the hottest chick at school by any means. If they'd seen how she sucked cock, though, they would understand.

That information triggered a quick analysis of my experiences over the past couple days. How would Richelle's mom find out that I got in an accident? I'd gotten out of there before there were any witnesses. Plus, Richelle was the one who'd asked me to meet her at that bridge - or, somebody with Richelle's phone. Like her mom. Who had probably caused the accident, and tried to push me off the bridge, by... "Oh. I had another question about a story I was reading, actually." I rose to my feet. "Richelle knows a lot about manga, so I asked her some questions about it," I explained to the other guys. "Plus, she sucks cock like a pro." The other guys laughed at that, accepting the explanation.

Richelle turned bright red at that point, but she let me easily guide her out of the cafeteria, taking her into the halls to get somewhere a little quieter to talk. "D-did you really have to tell them th-that..." she stammered out, ducking her head.

"Hey, babe. It's a skill. You're good at it. Nothing to be ashamed of." My hand went to her ass, groping it for a moment. She didn't have much of one, but girls always appreciate a physical show of you finding their bodies sexy, especially when they're feeling insecure like Richelle was. "And honestly, you're great at it. When you missed school, I had Mel suck me off, it was good, but honestly, I'd rather have had you."

"A-ah?" She sputtered at my words. "You're... having sex with other girls?"

"Yeah?" I replied. "Duh. Did I say I wouldn't?"

"N-no," she said. "Sorry! Sorry," she added, glancing up at me. "Sorry. Obviously, I g-get it, I'm, you know, haha, the kind of girl that all your friends get weirded out you're with anyway! Totally, totally understandable, yeah."

"Hey, don't be down on yourself," I told her, giving her ass another squeeze. "It's not you. I'm just not that kind of guy, you understand?" She nodded in acceptance. "Anyway. Okay. Let me set the scene. Protagonist is out by a bridge, gets pushed from nowhere, but he manages not to fall. Then he's-" couldn't mention a car accident or she might get suspicious, so, "-on a wagon, one of the wheels pops off and he almost gets killed that way. Two days in a row. He's pretty sure it's a single person, but he doesn't know how she did it."

"Alright, uhm, okay, so he's pushed from nowhere. Is it an invisible attacker?"

"He tried fighting back, but couldn't grab them."

"Okay, okay, pushed from nowhere. Maybe it's like, summons? Like ghosts or something? He never saw the attacker in either case, right?" I shook my head. "So it could be ghosts they summon, unless it's not that kind of story, in which case it would be something kinda like ghosts but technically not ghosts, like invisible projections. Oh! It could be telekinesis!"

"He didn't see-" I started, then stopped. "Hm. Do you have a photo of your mom anywhere?"

"No, I don't, sorry! I really should, I guess, since she's my mom, but I don't! Why?" She asked.

"Just wondering. She grounded you, right?"

"Yes, sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't be there to suck you off like I should have been, Dick." She gave me a great pair of apologetic doe eyes as she said that.

"Don't worry about it, plenty of other mouths in the sea. Hang on a sec," I told her, taking out my phone and going on Facebook. I flipped through pages until I finally found Richelle's page. Her last name was Smith, and her mother was... Caroline Smith. "This your mom?" I asked, presenting the photo.

"Yeah! Yeah, why? Did you want to get her permission for something? I really don't think she'd give it to you, sorry, she's really conservative about sex stuff, she got super mad about me being out with you for our date," Richelle continued, going on and on.

Caroline Smith was pretty okay looking, just like her daughter. No major flaws, but also no real tits or ass. She had her hair short, and she also had a beauty mark near her lower lip. Unlike her daughter, she actually appeared to take very basic care of her appearance.

More importantly, though, she was the woman who had been drinking the soda when I'd gotten my push off the bridge. She'd probably been there for the car accident on the highway, too. "Thanks, babe," I told her, interrupting her shpiel. "I gotta get back to my friends. I'll call you."

"Ah! You can't! My mom threw out my phone, sorry!"

"Well, when you get a new one, give me your number," I told her. I gave her a peck on the forehead. "Seeya."

It was only after I returned to the table that I realized I probably could have asked her to suck me off in the bathroom or something. Mostly because that was the assumption the other guys were using as to what I'd been doing.

* * *

Before I actually went to Richelle's house, I scoped it from above. Like I mentioned earlier, some people are dumb enough to actually keep those poisonous green rocks on jewelry, and I obviously wasn't interested in getting anywhere even vaguely close to somebody wearing them. If Caroline was murderous, and had that kind of jewelry, then she might actually kill me, so it was really important I check every last room, even though it felt like it took forever.

Fortunately, the green rocks did glow to my senses. No real idea why, since other people didn't see any glow, but probably it was related to the fact that they were incredibly poisonous to me. Like how human corpses smell really, really bad to humans, since if there's a human corpse around, that means somebody died without their body being disposed of, which means the area's extremely dangerous to humans. Though it was just a glow, not like it was unpleasant to look at from a distance, so maybe it was something else.

Either way, there weren't any green rocks in Richelle's house, though that didn't mean that Caroline herself wasn't wearing one. God. I hated how people wore that shit. Whitney's girlfriend did that. Uhh, yeah, lemme just take this crap that literally murdered my parents and wear it around my neck. What, are you a fucking rapper wearing the cap that somebody busted in your ass, Lana?

I waited at a distance for Caroline to come home, sexting with Liz, Betty, Gwen, and Kim. They were all friends, so there was a fun, competitive note when I sexted them all at once. The real treat of that group was Kim, though, by far. She was into that cosplay stuff. I didn't really understand it that well, but I did know she looked really nice in a tight ninja outfit, butt presented to the camera, or dressed up like a French maid with a frilly apron, or any of the dozen other sexy outfits.

Fortunately, I wasn't left to linger in sexting heaven for too long, or I probably would have gotten bored and gone fucked Kim's brains out in that bikini-jacket-chaps combo thingy that was some hot anime character. Caroline got home within an hour, parking her car in the driveway and heading inside, with a certain spring to her step. She was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a long dress that reached down around her ankles. One quick check for any sign of that meteor crap on her, and, nope. I texted the girls "brb" and swooped in, putting myself between Caroline and the door while she was looking down.

"Wha-" Caroline sputtered in surprise. "You. You aren't real, the devil is trying to make me feel guilty, and he won't succeed. So just go on back down to Hell where you belong, young man."

"Why would the devil be trying to make you feel guilty?" I asked, leaning against the door, blocking her from entering her home.

"Because I killed you. Which I don't regret. You were making my daughter do... sexual things, despite her young age and purity."

"Oh? I was 'making' her do things?" I stepped towards Caroline, and she instinctively took a step back. I am on the football team, after all. I gently brushed my fingers against her arm, just to make sure she didn't have some power canceling crap going on like Booker, and she fortunately did not. "I can promise you, I never have to 'make' women do things. They do them all willingly, and they love every second." I had her pushed against the wall of her house now. She stared up at me, her lips softly parted, her pupils dilating.

I can read body language pretty damn well - I can hear your heartbeat, see your internal organs, catch other autonomic reactions like clenching your ass that people can't normally notice. I could see that Caroline was growing aroused as she looked up at me, trapped between me and the wall. Normally I don't like women like this - you know, the type with the rape fetishes that they get out by needing you to actually manhandle them into sex, rather than just doing roleplay like a normal, not-insane person - and I definitely didn't like Caroline, as she'd tried to murder me twice and nearly killed Thea.

On the other hand, women generally got a lot more docile after I gave them a good deep-dicking, and it was that or kill her, as far as I could see. Plenty of church ladies had gladly bounced on my cock, so I knew by experience that it was a good way to make a woman chill out. "I think you want to 'do things,'" I told her. I leaned into her, kissing her earlobe.

Then she actually shoved me with enough force to send me skidding across her front lawn. Great. Okay. She was a bit stronger than I had figured, from when she'd tried pushing me off the bridge. I was quickly back on my feet as she stood there, legs trembling as she stared. Great. Guess sex was out. "I will not fall into temptation, devil!" She yelled at me. She pushed both hands forward, and a wave of force hit my chest - I was braced this time, though, and my flight power meant I could counteract the force of the shove.

When the shove stopped, I pushed forward hard, pinning her to the wall again, and I loomed over her. She gulped. "You're making a scene, Caroline," I told her. "I'm going inside." I stepped right past her, making her sputter as I easily opened her front door and walked into her house.

"You!" She shouted, furiously, rushing in after me. Once we were actually both inside, I pinned her against the wall of her house, and she froze, realizing her mistake as I kicked the door shut. "Stop- stop seducing my daughter."

"I'm not seducing your daughter at all. She wants me, and I like her, so I'm fucking her. That's it. Seducing is when you tell a woman you'll marry her if she puts out, and I've never told any woman that, because I don't have to."

"You- you're, a sinful, beast, without a mother," she decided on. "Maybe if your father had been a better husband, you wouldn't have turned out so rotten!"

"I feel pretty fucking good, honestly. I'm not the one running around trying to murder people. You almost killed Thea, you know?"

"Thea?"

"The woman driving the car when you sent it careening off. You almost killed her."

"She- she was consorting with a minor!" Caroline argued. Holy crap, this woman's head was such a mess. I had to take a different tack.

I patted her cheek softly. "Carrie. You need to behave yourself. If you don't, I'm going to knock Richelle up. I don't know if she's on the pill or not, but if she is, I'll have her go off it, and then I'll come in her, over, and over, and over again," I told her, enjoying the rising flush to her cheeks as I said that, "until she gets pregnant. And since you're a good Christian woman, you won't make her abort it, will you? Then poor Richelle will be teen pregnant with my kid."

"No..." Carrie breathed out, now actually losing the false bravado of outrage in the face of a threat like that. "No, you, you can't."

"I definitely can, I promise you that," I told her. She gulped.

"I'll... do whatever you say..." she said, bowing her head in defeat, but there was obviously more than just 'I won't try to kill you again' in her tone. She was definitely one of those women who wanted to 'be forced' to have sex. "Just leave Richelle alone."

"Nah," I told her. "I'm not going to leave Richelle alone. But if you're good, I won't knock her up. Got it?"

"...I'll be good," Caroline said, her voice soft, whispery, almost girlish. "Sir."

"Oh?" I asked, my cock now ready and waiting for her. Still, I wasn't going to make this easy and just drag her off to the bedroom to fuck her 'against her will'. "How will you be good, Carrie?"

She turned her gaze down to my groin. "I'll do... nasty things... with my mouth, sir," she explained, her voice quiet and soft.

"Nasty things?" I teased. "What's that? I don't understand. Show me."

She fell to her knees in front of me at that point, unbuttoning my pants and unzipping them too, pulling them down around my ankles. My cock burst free at that point, bouncing right in front of her face, and her eyes went wide with shock at seeing just how big I was. "I have to protect my daughter from this," she said, before beginning to attack my cock with her mouth, kissing my dick again and again, her lips suckling and mashing against my length as she stared up at me. She kept cutting herself off, as she kissed my dick in between words. "I have- mf- have to- mhm- suck this- mmm- cock."

She was clearly enjoying herself, so I decided to let her take her time getting started. I just ran my fingers through her hair as she worked, kissing all the way up and down my cock, working herself into a feverish mania not that far off from Richelle's. "It's so-mm-tasty, and-mmmmm- big, and it smells-snf-so ni~ice," she said, looking a tad hazy as she stared up at me in a daze. Her nose began to wriggle as she sniffed my cock, over, and over again, just rubbing her cheek against my dick as she pushed up and down my length, drinking in every inch of it.

"You're going to be good from now on, aren't you, Carrie?" She nodded, rubbing her cheek against my dick in the process. "You're going to let Richelle go out on dates, dress sexy, and do whatever - and whoever - she wants."

"Yes, sir," Caroline replied, starting to kiss the base of my cock now, moaning as she did so, her lips sucking on bare flesh as she slowly, tremblingly, made her way southwards, eventually sucking my balls into her mouth. Her eyelashes fluttered as she just slurped on them, taking both inside, her cheeks puffing up, her tongue wriggling excitedly along the underside of my testes with obvious delight. She mumbled something around my balls, which would probably have been incoherent to anybody else, but with my enhanced senses, I could tell she meant something close to "I have to do whatever you say."

This was the upside to girls like this, though. Since they were doing this whole self-delusional nonsense, it meant once you finally did get things started, they could hardly start complaining about being ordered to do this or that minor thing. They hadn't resisted their 'rape', so how could they resist giving you $100 and still pretend to be virtuous?

I was definitely liking this blowjob. It was totally different from Richelle's, but it was easy to see where Richelle got her natural talent. There was this quiet, effusive enthusiasm as Caroline kept kissing her way up and down my dick, suckling and moaning, offering the occasional compliments that were repeatedly cut off by more kisses. "It tastes-mmm-so amazing- mmmmmm- I have to-mmf- keep licking. I don't-nnnmngfmhf!" She pushed herself down the tip at last, her mouth spreading wide to accommodate my cock, taking a couple inches before I hit the back of her throat and she had to stop. She gagged wetly around my dick, her hands going to my thighs to grip and squeeze.

"Does Richelle get an allowance?" Caroline let out a gurgle as she shook her head, her throat wetly sliding around the very tip of my cock and deliciously caressing it with each little gag. "You're going to start giving her one, as an apology for being such a shitty mom until now," I told her. She nodded brainlessly around my cock, then started to slide off my dick, leaving the tip completely coated in spit, shiny in the air. "Make it generous too."

"Yefh shur," she slurred out around my cock, and finally I peeled her up and off my cock, staring down at her face as she looked up at me as if in a daze, her lips parted, her tongue lolling out invitingly, waiting for me to thrust her right back down my dick. Instead, I pushed her lips against the side of my cock, making her start kissing and sucking it all along the length again, while I contemplated what to do with her next. "Sorry- mm- shir- mmm- for being sush- mmmmmmm- a shitty mom."

"I want your pussy now," I told her, and it took her no time at all to start stripping, pulling off her dress in a rush, then her ugly granny panties. I tore off her equally-ugly bra despite her not having much of a bust, making her pant in desire, enjoying being manhandled like that. Once she was naked before me, I grabbed her under the arm and dragged her over to her bedroom, throwing her down on the bed.

I got on top of her at that point, just stuffing her tight MILF pussy with my hard cock, the woman gasping at the feeling of it. She felt like she hadn't had anything in her cunt since Richelle had popped out, so I took my time, sliding myself slowly but surely, inch by inch, inside her inner walls. She squeezed actively, with intent, her inner muscles wriggling around my cock to make me feel better as she panted, staring up at me with lust-mad eyes. "Look at you, you hot little slut," I told her, and she flushed with color.

"N-no, you m-made me, I'm not, a slut," she whimpered out, and I pumped into her in response to that, making her squeak from the force.

"You are. You're my personal slut now, Carrie," I told her, and instantly, any resistance to being called a slut vanished.

"Yes, sir," she said, her voice soft, and she leaned up to try to kiss at my chest and neck. I was still wearing my shirt, so I took it off, letting her begin to practically worship my bare pecs, her tongue slithering along, her lips kissing again and again, her eyelashes fluttering as she softly moaned. I was paying attention to her responses, though, and she clearly wasn't getting that much more out of my slow pace inside her than she had gotten from just blowing me. When I tried to up my pace, thinking she might like it rough like her daughter, she just squeezed, clamped down on my cock, and froze, her whole body seeming to lock up in response to the sensation in a way that made it clear she wasn't enjoying herself.

"You're lucky I'm so nice," I told her, and she nodded obediently as she sucked on one of my nipples. I could have just pounded her and not cared about her pleasure, but, I like it more when the girl enjoys herself. I reached for her clit, gently stroking it with my thumb, and that was clearly her weak point, by the way she shivered in response to the touch, her eyes lidding. She looked up at me with doe eyes, clearly wanting more, and I gave it to her, a slow, steady, circular movement around her clit.

"Yes... sir..." she breathed out, as I continued to stimulate her like that. "I'm... lucky... you're so... hnnng!" She bit her lower lip, going cross-eyed as she almost came, but she managed to hold back. That was curious - and cute. I decided to keep up the stimulation, stopping my thrusts altogether to just watch her stupid face as she tried not to come. She gulped and swallowed, her cheeks flush, her eyes rolling around in her skull senselessly, as she held back for as long as she could. Her pussy was gripping and squeezing and milking my dick, trying to make me come, as if her having an orgasm was sinful in itself and her best chance to avoid it was to make me come first.

"Come, Carrie," I ordered, and she promptly did so, letting her mouth fall open as she moaned in pleasure, her eyes rolling up as her body jerked beneath me. Her hot pussy wrapped and milked at my cock, giving it the tightest squeeze she could manage as she twitched beneath me, back arching. I pumped my hips in her pussy. "You on the pill?" I asked, and she shook her head no. "Get on it," I ordered, and she nodded in response.

"Yuh, yeh, yuh, yesh, shu, shur," she got out, as I kept playing with her clit, kept fucking her pussy. "I-I wuh, will," she proclaimed, wriggling on my cock like a worm, trying her best to intensify her own pleasure as I took her in that position. I leaned down over her, repaying her earlier kisses to my body with a suck on one of her perky nipples, and she mewled in pleasure, legs latching onto my hips as if to proclaim how delightful it was to be taken like this.

In the end, I took my time with her. A woman like that was clearly pent up, and the best way to deal with that was to really make her gush. Her orgasms each came a couple minutes apart, but I found her weak points quickly, leaving her squirming each time I drew her up to the edge of orgasm, and coming hard each time she reached it. Moans and gasps, fingers scraping along my back, all that kind of stuff was a constant refrain as I pumped at her needy cunt and played with her sensitive clit.

Eventually, she seemed to have orgasmed quite enough to be satiated. Even when she wasn't coming, she no longer tried to kiss and suck on my bare chest, to feel me up, to grope me. She just laid there in a passive heap, panting and gasping, flush and slick with sweat. I pulled out and jerked off on her face, and she just took it, going so far as to say, "Thank you, sir," when I finished coming, staring up at me blearily through the one eye I hadn't come on.

"Remember what I told you, and if you're a good girl, Carrie, I'll come visit again soon."

"Yes, sir," she breathed out, as I got dressed and left.

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