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Big Dick, Smallville, Chapter 4: Chloe
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I didn't normally read the school newspaper, as I am not the most boring man alive, but for some godforsaken reason one of my teammates was waving it at me that morning. "You see this?" Jack asked me, and I took the paper with a roll of my eyes, quickly flicking through it.
Huh. Apparently the coach was abusive to some of the guys. I'd never noticed it, but, obviously he wasn't going to be abusive to me, I was the star player on the team and effortlessly succeeded. Oh, and seven of the guys had cheated on their math midterms, which meant we were going to be down seven players. "I have now seen it," I said, handing him back the paper.
"Did you seriously read all that?"
"It's called speed reading," I told him.
"Uh. Okay. So. What do you think?"
"I think Coach probably shouldn't abuse the guys," I replied. I'd known he had something wrong with his head the first time I had tried going to talk to him while he was in the sauna - the guy had fucking meteor rocks in the sauna. Boy I really hope some fucking radioactive space junk can aerosolize and coat the inside of my lungs! That's my impression of him. Anybody that crazy was a danger to themselves and others. I honestly can't believe people in this town, sometimes.
"Well, yeah, but we're gonna be down seven team members," Jack said.
"So? Just... so? You think I can't handle it? Just get the ball to me and we win, same as always."
Jack let out a small laugh at that. "Sure, sure, whatever, man," he said, not really sure if he could believe me. It was sad that he couldn't make such basic inferences from past experience, but I wasn't gonna make a fight out of it. "Everybody's gonna be dunking on us at school."
"No, they aren't," I replied.
"I dunno, man. Aren't you pissed at all?"
"No," I said. God. It was like he wanted a fight. "Why should I be?"
"This Chloe chick- she just completely ripped into the whole team, you know?"
"Wait, it's written by a chick?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he said.
"She hot?"
"I mean, not that hot, no. Cuts her hair short, bleh."
Some guys were so shallow. There were so many other traits that went into making a girl hot besides hair length, like tits, ass, legs, abs, lips - just looking at one 'bad' trait and declaring the girl unattractive was just missing out on opportunity. Even Richelle, who didn't have much up top or down back, had a rich enthusiasm I'd missed out on because I hadn't fucked her before that point. "I'll look into it," I told him. Jack clapped me on the shoulder like a total idiot, clearly expecting me to go intimidate this girl. Which I had no intention of doing whatsoever. No, I just wanted to know if she was hot or not.
* * *
Chloe hummed thoughtfully, her laptop open, a blank document in front of her. She didn't have a whole lot to write about at this point, mostly because she'd kind of exhausted all her investigative journalism by this point. She had seen Lana Lang upset by the article, so maybe there was an angle there? Cheerleaders were probably just as liable to this kind of thing as football players.
"Hey," came a male voice, making her jump in her seat, almost sending her expensive laptop crashing down to the ground, though a quick grab on her part made that not happen. The guy in question had actually interposed his hand between her laptop and the ground, and she followed his arm up to his face, swallowing as she met his eyes. It was Richard Johnson, the football team's quarterback, and she was all alone in the room right now. Part of her wanted to believe he wouldn't beat up a girl, but the rest of her was totally willing to believe that. "Oh, no need to be scared or anything, I don't care about the article."
That was... reassuring. "Then why are you here?"
"Well, honestly, I did read the article, and I felt annoyed at Coach for messing with the guys-" Not exactly what she would have expected. She would've figured denial, more than anything else. "But then I got curious about who wrote it. When I found out it was a hot, single chick like you, I had to come talk to you."
She felt her cheeks flush at that comment. She knew that Richard was kind of a playboy, he had that rep, but it was easy to see how he'd gotten it. There was this kind of blunt honesty to how he talked that made the compliments that he did say come off as all the more sincere for it. He wasn't putting on a front, he just honestly thought she was attractive. And he was- obviously, very, very attractive himself. "Yeah? What about?"
"I was wondering what you're doing after you finish... whatever you're writing," he said, gesturing to the laptop in front of her.
"Blank document right now," she replied, earning a sincere smile from him at the tiny, self-deprecating remark. "But I was just thinking of going to talk to Lana Lang, if you want to come with."
His expression instantly soured, which struck her as potential story fodder - a failed romance? Did a guy like him actually dislike one of the hottest girls at school? Was Lana harboring some dark secret only he knew? Was he not as shallow as everyone said? "Nah, I'm not into that kind of stuff," he told her, waving her off. "Plus, a girl having her own interests is good."
"Yeah?" She asked, a bit surprised by that. She'd expected the big tough guy football player to want to monopolize women.
"Yeah. If she doesn't have any interests of her own, it means she wants to spend every waking hour with you, and that can be... well, even for a cute, hot, funny, gregarious girl, that can get on your nerves after a week or two. You get me?"
"I can't say I've ever had that problem."
"No? Hard to believe a girl as hot as you has never had a guy who's just... salivating over her, following her around like a lost puppy." She felt the heat return to her cheeks at that comment.
"Yeah? Well... I haven't," she said.
"Right. Well, here's my number," he said, offering her what looked like an actual business card with his name, home address, and number on it. She quirked an eyebrow at him. "It saves some time writing it down, plus girls feel more comfortable when they get my number than when I get theirs anyway. It means I don't have to feel bad about not calling them often enough, too," he added, with this cocky smile. "When you get done with Lana, call me. We'll go out."
"Go out where?" She asked.
"Wherever you want," he replied, with a grin. She felt another flush to her cheeks at the way he smiled at her. It was easy to understand how he was such a playboy.
* * *
I wound up picking up Chloe an hour later. I didn't drive around that much, since I didn't actually need to, and I enjoyed the exercise, but when you're picking up a fresh girl, making a good impression is important. The car had been a used piece of crap that no one in their right mind would drive, but I had given it plenty of work, and now it just looked like a fairly nice car. "Hello, gorgeous," I said, having rolled the far window down.
"Does that line normally work?"
"Only when used on gorgeous women," I countered, and she wore this cute little smile. Richelle had taught me that I was probably being a bit too picky with my girls, and I was hopeful for things with Chloe. She did have pretty nice tits, even if she wasn't as busty as Savannah, and she had a really nice affect, too. You know the type, girl who's so completely unused to male attention that she gets a bit flustered from any of it. Unlike Richelle, though, she could handle herself way better. "You gonna get in, or was your idea of a date just the two of us talking from a distance?"
"Well, I mean..." she pretended to hem and haw, but then she opened the door. "I guess if that's what you want, I can put up with it."
"As your reward for putting up with it, what do you want to do?" Given how receptive she was to my advances, I was sure I could get this girl on her knees without much work, so it didn't really matter to me what we did.
"I wanted to ask you about Lana," Chloe said, and I groaned at that. "What?"
"Why would you want to talk about another woman right now?" I asked Chloe, giving her a look that told her my annoyance.
"I'm just curious. She says you avoid her."
"She's Whitney's girlfriend," I said, with a shrug. "Other fish in the sea. For example, one of them just got into my car," I explained.
"You're hiding something."
"I can show you something I'm hiding, if you want," I told her, deciding to take a different tack. Honestly, when I said that, I was undecided between showing her my spaceship and pulling out my dick so she could give me an in-car blowjob.
"I'm interested in that, for sure," she replied, a grin on her lips at the idea of getting some secret from me. I started the car, driving off the lot. "So, what's the secret?"
"I'm deciding," I told her, and she quirked an eyebrow. "What, do you think I've only got one secret?"
"I'm surprised you have any," she replied. "You seem like a straightforward guy. Plus you're a jock."
"Being straightforward just means I don't have time to bullshit, not that I air out all my baggage to everybody. And I didn't cheat to get my good grades," I told her, making her smirk.
"Hope that's not my one free secret," she replied.
My thoughts went through what I could tell her. I was fucking a few married women and a teacher or three, but that wasn't my secret to tell. There was my spaceship, but that was a genie you couldn't put back in the bottle. Those green rocks making me sick was something I was going to take to my grave, if I possibly could. "Mm. You know Richelle?" I asked Chloe, and she nodded. "Her mom's got telekinetic powers," I told her, and Chloe's eyebrows rose high enough you'd think they were about to pop off her head.
"Really? You're not just fucking with me?"
"No. It's a pretty stupid thing to fuck with you about. Why would I possibly do that?"
She squinted at me at that point, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. "Really?" She asked, and I nodded. "You mean you don't know about..." she trailed off. "I run a website."
"Cool." I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about.
"The Wall of Weird?" She asked, something that was completely meaningless to me. "It - you know, it has a bunch of news articles about weird stuff in town. You've never seen it?"
"Nah," I told her, with a shrug. "Probably shouldn't put Caroline's thing up on it, then. Probably not good to blast that everywhere."
"Yeah," Chloe said. "How'd you learn about it?"
I just shrugged. "One secret, Chloe," I said, with a cocky grin, as I pulled into a parking lot. The whole little strip mall had closed down at some point, and there wasn't anything particularly close by, meaning this was free parking without anybody to look in. I put the car in park. "I might be able to help you with that website of yours, though don't get needy about it."
"Yeah, don't worry," she said. "I'm sure that..." she trailed off as I unzipped my pants, letting my cock pop out, big and hard. Her eyes went wide in surprise as she saw it. "Holy crap," she said. "That's huge."
"Yeah," I agreed. "That's another free secret for you. Well, it's not much of a secret." I grinned. "Wonder if this qualifies as a Wall of Weird thing? That I've got a dick in the top nth percentile?" She was just staring at it. "You can touch it, if you want, Chloe," I told her.
Her hand reached for my cock, as if hypnotized by the thing in question, her fingers slowly trailing along my length, her breathing growing heavy as she gently ran her hand up and down. "Can this even fit in a girl?" She asked, ever the curious little thing even in a situation like that.
"Yep. Fits in plenty. They like it in them, too. Why? You want to see if it fits you?"
She flushed at that, but she didn't argue with the idea. On the contrary, she stared as if hypnotized down at my cock. It was a pretty common reaction. Girls realized that my dick was so big, they would literally never get another chance to try something like it out if they didn't take it right now - and once they got it, they generally found they liked it.
"Here goes nothing," she breathed, before leaning forward to wrap her lips around the very tip of my dick. She gulped audibly, having that cute, enthusiastic virgin energy. It was a lot more familiar than Richelle's particular brand, more sucking on the tip curiously, then starting to push herself, stretching her pretty lips wide on my cock as I just leaned back and let her get to work, one hand sliding along her back, down towards her cute butt, giving it a quick squeeze.
She just let out a quiet noise around my dick, a soft sound of pleasure that made my cock vibrate in her mouth. My fingers slipped up under her jeans, finding her scrumptious ass cheek and starting to grope her for a long few, very pleasant, seconds, as she wiggled and squirmed in response to my touch. She looked up at me, almost unable to believe she was getting so much positive attention, and I just softly pet her with my other hand. "You look really sexy like that," I told her, which was God's honest truth, and she blushed that bit brighter - but still didn't pull her mouth up off my cock.
No, instead, she started to push further down, some trace of pride visible in her expression as she pushed herself ever further down my length, until at last my cock hit the back of her mouth and she stopped, gagging. The wet feeling of it was delicious, even as she paused and pulled back and off my cock, the wet pop that followed a quiet statement that she wasn't quite good enough to take me to the base right then. "Sorry," she said, wiping her lips.
"No need to apologize," I told her. "You can take your time, Chloe." She bit her lip, then leaned forward to try again, not even hesitating as she wrapped her lips around my cock. There was a drive there, as she pushed herself slowly but surely forward, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. My hand pushed her pants down, letting them tug just below her cute butt - then I slipped my fingers into her panties, starting to gently play with her pussy.
When a hot girl's sucking your dick, no reason not to make her feel good too, after all. Encourages her to do it again in the future.
I could tell what got the strongest responses from her, and I quickly identified that as gentle brushes of my index finger and thumb against her clit, a sort of teasing, almost rolling motion that earned lewd noises around my cock and plenty of stimulation. I just sighed as she worked, starting to bob up and down what of my dick she could get in her mouth, not pushing herself past her limits, but working hard anyway. It was quite pleasant, even though she was only really stimulating the top quarter or so of my dick.
Soon enough, she seemed to realize how lackluster the stimulation she was giving me was, and her hands came up to get involved, one jerking me off, slow at first, then faster and faster as she realized how I liked it. She was definitely the type of girl who tried her hardest to make the guy feel good, which also happened to be my favorite type of girl. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she looked up at me, bobbing ever faster, starting to really slurp and suck noisily on my dick, even as her cheeks began to glow and her thighs began to quiver from my work on her clit.
"That's good. That's good, Chloe, you're doing good," I told her, my voice coaxing and soft. I had pretty much total control over when I came, and Chloe definitely wasn't good enough to overcome that. It was up to me to decide when I came... and she was doing a good enough job that I was happy to let it stretch out, watch as she twisted her head from side to side, her cheeks noisily slurping over and over as saliva dribbled out of her pretty mouth. She was really impassioned, and she was putting in some nice porn star techniques - you know, the kind that girls in porn do but girls in real life don't, or at least, mix up. Because they look good for the camera, but don't necessarily feel so good.
Wet slurping and moaning was great, but her tongue was pretty much still in her mouth, just sort of impassively rubbing at the side of my dick as she worked me over like that. Pleasant as it was to see her like that... I could give her a bit of help. "Lick it, Chloe," I told her, and she did exactly that, her tongue starting to slide up and down my dick, making it twitch in her mouth as I just leaned back in my chair, continuing to play with her clit all the while. I could see her reactions, the soft, gentle squirms of her body as I touched her, finding and learning all her weak points.
I decided to wait until after she had come, at least the first time, before orgasming myself, and slipped a hand into her shirt, starting to fondle her breasts. They weren't as big as Savannah's, but they were definitely nice, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh there as she wriggled under my attention. I found that what she liked best was having her nipples played with, and soon enough I was doing exactly that, my fingers rubbing and teasing the sensitive nubs. She gasped around my cock, eyes going wide, as she drew closer and closer to orgasm.
It was cute, seeing the expression on her face, as she realized I was going to make her come before she made me come. Embarrassment, then determination, starting to bob up and down my cock extra fast, stroking, jerking, playing with my balls, slurping noisily and wetly on what of my cock she could get in her mouth, making degenerate noises that pleaded with me to just come already.
I just grinned down at her, continuing to work her over, and soon enough, she lost control, moaning around my cock as she came on my fingers, twitching, hips bucking against my hand. Hot breaths escaped her throat as her eyes rolled up, and I let go, then, finishing inside her mouth. She sputtered a bit, but only a speckle or two of cum escaped her mouth, as she twitched in place beneath me.
When we were both finished with our respective orgasms, Chloe finally pulled off my cock, gulping down my cum. "Tasty," she said, almost matter of factly. She glanced down at my cock, reaching with her fingers to scoop up what of my cum had wound up coming back out, feeding it into her mouth. It was damn sexy to watch, as she cleaned me up.
"Good work, Chloe," I said. I could already tell that she was done, though - the kind of girl who wouldn't fuck you on the first date, just blow you. "That was really good."
"Yeah, you're just saying that," she said. "I couldn't make you come faster than you made me come."
"I have total orgasm control. I only come when I want to. Don't put that or how big my dick is on your website, either."
She snorted at that, wearing a smile as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then licked up the bit of cum that was there. "Yeah... gonna have to get a better source before I put that up," she told me. I put my dick away at that point, zipping up again. "Not gonna try for more?"
"I can tell you're good," I said. "I'd like to be wrong, though."
She actually seemed to consider for a second, glancing down at my groin, then bit her lip. Then she shook her head. "Yeah. I'm done."
"Right. Where do you want me to drop you off, then?" I asked.
"Just take me home," she said.
* * *
I obviously had plenty of other women to do besides Chloe, and she didn't call me up the next day or anything, so I pretty much put her out of my mind. She called me at one point to ask if I knew anything about the whole cheating/abuse deal, and I had to tell her I didn't. I'd been paying a bit more attention to Coach Walt's behavior since that article came out, but if he was smacking the guys around, it wasn't when I was there.
There was this thing where Principal Kwan's car caught fire - lucky for him I was there, because I managed to get him out of the car and to safety before the damn thing blew the fuck up. I was a bit suspicious of that, but the cops investigated, and there wasn't any sign of tampering with the car, accelerant, that kind of thing. Just faulty wiring, not a car bomb put in place by Coach, despite Chloe's furious texting to ask if I thought that was what happened.
I was taking a brief break from practice when Chloe sent me a photo via phone of Coach standing out in the field in the middle of the night with the seven suspended players and what looked like gouts from flamethrowers flying through the air around them. That shit was definitely worth my attention.
It was accompanied by a simple text: "Know anything about this? Working on article rn." I was completely ready to confront Coach about the whole thing, but as I looked for him, I noticed he wasn't actually on the practice field. That was weird. My gaze wandered, searching through the building for any sign of him. It was a huge pain in the ass, given how big a school was, and I got briefly distracted by Chloe's presence in the small office or club room or whatever you call it, where she was clearly typing away at her computer, her smartphone on the desk right next to her as she did so.
Then her smartphone burst into flames, and I wasn't dumb enough to just stand there gawking. I ran into the building, used my superspeed to make the rest of the journey. By the time I was there, the entire room was engulfed in flames, and the coach was standing there, hand pushed against the wall, eyes closed concentration. I'm not a moron, so I just punched him in the face, knocking him out cold before I rushed inside, where Chloe was forced into a corner as the fire filled the whole room. "Richard! Help!" She screamed desperately.
I could walk through the fire and grab her, but I wasn't so confident I could safely shepherd her through it. It was pretty much everywhere, immolating the whole office, so she'd probably get burned to death as I dragged her out. Instead, I sucked in a deep breath - then exhaled in a single massive burst. The sudden, powerful gust of wind pushed Chloe up against the wall and completely stamped out the fire in a heartbeat, leaving the room still sweltering, but safe.
She ran for me immediately, wrapping me in a hug as she desperately clung to me. I gently patted her head. "God, I thought I was dead for sure - the fire just grew like it had a mind of its own, blocking off anywhere I tried to go," she said, still trembling. "Thanks, Richard." I'd had plenty of hot babes clinging to me in the past, but there was something particularly nice about the way she was clinging to me now. I was a hero.
"It was this jackass, I'm pretty sure," I said, gesturing to the still-unconscious body of the coach. I'd say I worried that I might have given him brain damage, given he was still KO'd, but, I honestly wasn't worried about that at all. "He was standing outside the room, concentrating real hard. He probably has a superpower, like, uhh, the X-Man who does that."
"Pyro?" She asked. "And he's not an X-Man, he's with the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants."
"Really? They're seriously called the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants?" She giggled at that, some of the tension draining from her as she glanced down at the coach's unconscious body again. "Oh, and call me Dick. Or Big Dick. I don't like Richard."
"Ah. Sorry. Dick," she corrected. "What are you going to do about him?"
"What else? Call the cops," I said, taking out my phone to do exactly that.
Fortunately, even though the fire had completely incinerated Chloe's smartphone and laptop beyond recovery, she had sent me that picture of the coach turning sprinklers into flamethrowers already - combined with the testimony of a couple of the guys he had been trying to intimidate, the cops were more than willing to believe my story.
Unfortunately, he got out of police custody by starting a fire and escaping the hospital in the chaos. I don't know what the hell he was planning on doing at that point, but he came straight to my place, driving like a maniac down the road and just landing in our front lawn, completely ruining the grass as he halfway spun out. He stumbled out of the vehicle like a drunk guy, his eyes burning with a desire to kill, even as part of the front porch started to immolate.
For me, time seemed to slow down as I sped out of the house. There was a long few seconds as I thought things through (for me - for him, I pretty much just appeared and acted), and this time, when I punched him square in the jaw, it was just hard enough to damage his spine. He collapsed to the ground, and that was the last time he ever walked, as far as I know.
"Goddamn, dude," I said, as I looked down at him. He was still conscious, though unable to move. "It's just football."
* * *
It was the next day, after classes, that Chloe approached me again. "Hey, I heard about what happened," she said, gently patting my upper arm. "Sorry you got in trouble for me."
"Trouble?" I snorted. "I just punched the guy in the face. If the cops were at all worried about me being some liar looking for an excuse to beat up the coach, they stopped once he tried to burn down the hospital and drove straight to my front lawn."
She smiled at that. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Still, thanks for saving my life." She paused, glancing from side to side, and I knew what she was going to say before she said it. "Want to go somewhere more private, so I can thank you properly?"
"Sure thing, Chloe," I told her.
* * *
We wound up in a supply closet. There was something uniquely delicious about the way she was acting, now. I'd had girls thirsty for me plenty in the past, of course - I was hot as hell and had a big dick, so, duh. But I'd saved her life, and she was thinking that was all romantic and sexy and made her feel safe. I did always try to make girls feel safe with me, but there's a difference between "feeling safe" and "this guy literally saved you from certain death."
She mashed her lips up against mine, desperately gasping for air as her hands clasped my cheeks, and there was a truly unique and delicious passion in her movements. It was different from Richelle's stupid manic crush - it was something that I'd really... earned, or caused. I pushed my tongue into her mouth as my hands started to grope her ass cheeks, and she moaned gently into my mouth, panting as she did. She kept up the kiss for a long few seconds, then finally pulled back, staring up at me, lips parted. "Thank you," she breathed out. "Tell me how I can thank you properly."
"Well, for one, you can take off your clothes," I told her.
She blushed, but she started stripping, peeling off her shirt, then removing her bra, letting her good-sized tits come free. My hands went to caress them, thumbs teasing her nipples in the way I knew she liked, even as she started to wriggle free of her pants too, pulling her underwear down with them as she kicked off her shoes, leaving her in just her socks at that point, her naked body fully presented to me. I drank it in for a long moment - then just hefted her up, pushing her against the wall, holding her by the thighs to keep her legs spread as my cock pointed at her pussy. "This really isn't how I pictured losing my virginity."
I chuckled at that. "Don't worry," I told her. "Your big, strong hero is the one who's taking your virginity, so you don't have to worry about anything," I explained. Her cheeks glowed at that, but she certainly didn't argue with the claim, as I filled her pussy up with my cock. She groaned in response, her fingers scrabbling at my back. Obviously, there was no actual scraping of my bare skin, given how strong I was, but her tight little pussy was squeezing my dick pleasantly as I slowly but surely stuffed her to the brim. She gasped as I filled her up all the way, squirming on my cock once I got entirely inside her.
"Fuh, fuck, how does that thing even fit," she breathed, glancing down in between her legs to see the place where our two bodies merged. I could tell she liked it, the way my cock had completely stuffed her up - some girls really liked it, when you were balls deep inside them, just on a raw physical level, and Chloe was one of them.
"Don't worry about it, Chloe," I told her, gingerly shifting my hands around on her thighs. As far as I was concerned, she was light as a feather, though she squeaked as I moved around, rubbing my dick all along the inner depths of her pussy. "It's enough that it does fit, and it feels good," I told her, as my thumbs finally found her clit, starting to rub it from both sides.
"Oh, oh God, Dick," she moaned, suddenly leaning into me, pressing her bare breasts against my chest, perky nipples scraping at me through my shirt. "It's, nnngod," she moaned, coming at that point, going cross-eyed with pleasure. Her pussy clamped and squeezed on my cock, her whole body grinding against me. She was pretty much rubbing my dick all over her own insides, and I could tell it felt really, really good for her.
"Yeah, that's it," I told her, enjoying the feeling of her warm, wet sex around my cock as she squeezed and clenched around me. Hot pants escaped her throat, as she just wriggled and squirmed atop me, gasping and panting in desperate pleasure. Every last inch of my cock was getting massaged, and the hot former virgin was gasping for air as she plastered herself against me. I even did that little bit extra to rub my body against her clit and nipples in a way I figured was pretty similar to how she liked it with my hands - and, indeed, that seemed to be exactly what happened, as she grit her teeth and just held herself tight. "Enjoy yourself, Chloe," I told her, and she sucked in a few deep breaths.
"You should enjoy yourself too," she panted out, though she remained hilted, just rubbing my dick along her inner walls - which was her tastes, not mine. Not that I really cared much one way or the other. "How do you like it, Dick?"
"Normally, with the girl coming her brains out," I explained, as I used my grip on her hips to start just rubbing my cock all over her insides, making her gasp and cling to me all the tighter. "What do you think? Am I making good progress?"
"Yuh, yeah," she panted out, her cheeks glowing as she clung to me. "It's, really, nuh, nice," she panted, her eyelashes fluttering, her words by this point becoming pretty senseless. I just kept wiggling my hips, not so much fucking her as trying to worm my way an extra millimeter deeper into her pussy. She loved it, though, as she clung to me, her legs having come to wrap around my hips. I pushed her up against the wall to make it easier for her to keep up the position, then held her up by the ass, my other hand beginning to slowly rub all along her naked body, sliding up her back, caressing her tits, playing with her nipples, running up to her chin and gently tilting her head to let me kiss her again.
She moaned into my mouth as another orgasm hit her, her tight pussy clamping down hard on my cock. I just groaned, grinding away at her pussy just like how she'd shown me to do, and her wiggling on my body got even more enthusiastic, wet pants escaping her throat as she whimpered and writhed in pleasure. It felt fantastic, and looked even better.
I just kept grinding away, relishing as she came, then came down, panting heavily like she'd just finished a hundred meter dash, her body flush with color and slick with sweat. Each time she finished an orgasm, she'd speak up, some mumbly thing, "Good," or "Ahm, it's so, nuh, nice," she'd get out, then lose her voice and descend into a squeal or a moan as she came again. Sometimes I'd keep up the kiss so long that she could barely breathe, her eyes rolling up as she clung ever tighter to me.
By the end of things, she'd come over a dozen times, and pretty much everybody else had gone home from school. I popped her off my cock, letting her wobble for a few seconds before she found her footing. "Did you come?"
"You wanna make me?" She nodded. "Just kneel," I told her, and she dropped to her knees. I gently took hold of the back of her head, directed her to take my cock into her mouth - and then let go all that pent up semen, spraying it all over the inside of her mouth in a quick few seconds. She gulped greedily, hungrily sucking it all down, like it was the tastiest thing ever. This time, she didn't sputter as it hit the back of her throat. When I was finished, I pulled out of her mouth, idly stroking my cock for a few seconds. "Hey. You need a new phone, right?"
"Yuh, yeah?"
"I know the manager at Valley Electronics, I'll tell her to give you the employee discount."
"I need a new laptop, too," she said, with a faint smile.
"What am I, your sugar daddy?" I teased. "Sure. I'll mention that, too."
"Thanks."
* * *
When she got her new phone and laptop, Chloe surprised me by immediately starting to sext me. It was a bit unusual, too - most of the time, girls would fall all over themselves to describe what they'd do to me, in the hopes that I'd come fuck them. I got the vibe that Chloe wasn't so desperate (I made a mental note to do my level best next time we fucked to make sure she was). Instead, her sexts were mostly just requests for pictures of me - shirtless, naked from below, of my hard cock, "surprise me," and the like.
I sent her plenty.
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I didn't normally read the school newspaper, as I am not the most boring man alive, but for some godforsaken reason one of my teammates was waving it at me that morning. "You see this?" Jack asked me, and I took the paper with a roll of my eyes, quickly flicking through it.
Huh. Apparently the coach was abusive to some of the guys. I'd never noticed it, but, obviously he wasn't going to be abusive to me, I was the star player on the team and effortlessly succeeded. Oh, and seven of the guys had cheated on their math midterms, which meant we were going to be down seven players. "I have now seen it," I said, handing him back the paper.
"Did you seriously read all that?"
"It's called speed reading," I told him.
"Uh. Okay. So. What do you think?"
"I think Coach probably shouldn't abuse the guys," I replied. I'd known he had something wrong with his head the first time I had tried going to talk to him while he was in the sauna - the guy had fucking meteor rocks in the sauna. Boy I really hope some fucking radioactive space junk can aerosolize and coat the inside of my lungs! That's my impression of him. Anybody that crazy was a danger to themselves and others. I honestly can't believe people in this town, sometimes.
"Well, yeah, but we're gonna be down seven team members," Jack said.
"So? Just... so? You think I can't handle it? Just get the ball to me and we win, same as always."
Jack let out a small laugh at that. "Sure, sure, whatever, man," he said, not really sure if he could believe me. It was sad that he couldn't make such basic inferences from past experience, but I wasn't gonna make a fight out of it. "Everybody's gonna be dunking on us at school."
"No, they aren't," I replied.
"I dunno, man. Aren't you pissed at all?"
"No," I said. God. It was like he wanted a fight. "Why should I be?"
"This Chloe chick- she just completely ripped into the whole team, you know?"
"Wait, it's written by a chick?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he said.
"She hot?"
"I mean, not that hot, no. Cuts her hair short, bleh."
Some guys were so shallow. There were so many other traits that went into making a girl hot besides hair length, like tits, ass, legs, abs, lips - just looking at one 'bad' trait and declaring the girl unattractive was just missing out on opportunity. Even Richelle, who didn't have much up top or down back, had a rich enthusiasm I'd missed out on because I hadn't fucked her before that point. "I'll look into it," I told him. Jack clapped me on the shoulder like a total idiot, clearly expecting me to go intimidate this girl. Which I had no intention of doing whatsoever. No, I just wanted to know if she was hot or not.
* * *
Chloe hummed thoughtfully, her laptop open, a blank document in front of her. She didn't have a whole lot to write about at this point, mostly because she'd kind of exhausted all her investigative journalism by this point. She had seen Lana Lang upset by the article, so maybe there was an angle there? Cheerleaders were probably just as liable to this kind of thing as football players.
"Hey," came a male voice, making her jump in her seat, almost sending her expensive laptop crashing down to the ground, though a quick grab on her part made that not happen. The guy in question had actually interposed his hand between her laptop and the ground, and she followed his arm up to his face, swallowing as she met his eyes. It was Richard Johnson, the football team's quarterback, and she was all alone in the room right now. Part of her wanted to believe he wouldn't beat up a girl, but the rest of her was totally willing to believe that. "Oh, no need to be scared or anything, I don't care about the article."
That was... reassuring. "Then why are you here?"
"Well, honestly, I did read the article, and I felt annoyed at Coach for messing with the guys-" Not exactly what she would have expected. She would've figured denial, more than anything else. "But then I got curious about who wrote it. When I found out it was a hot, single chick like you, I had to come talk to you."
She felt her cheeks flush at that comment. She knew that Richard was kind of a playboy, he had that rep, but it was easy to see how he'd gotten it. There was this kind of blunt honesty to how he talked that made the compliments that he did say come off as all the more sincere for it. He wasn't putting on a front, he just honestly thought she was attractive. And he was- obviously, very, very attractive himself. "Yeah? What about?"
"I was wondering what you're doing after you finish... whatever you're writing," he said, gesturing to the laptop in front of her.
"Blank document right now," she replied, earning a sincere smile from him at the tiny, self-deprecating remark. "But I was just thinking of going to talk to Lana Lang, if you want to come with."
His expression instantly soured, which struck her as potential story fodder - a failed romance? Did a guy like him actually dislike one of the hottest girls at school? Was Lana harboring some dark secret only he knew? Was he not as shallow as everyone said? "Nah, I'm not into that kind of stuff," he told her, waving her off. "Plus, a girl having her own interests is good."
"Yeah?" She asked, a bit surprised by that. She'd expected the big tough guy football player to want to monopolize women.
"Yeah. If she doesn't have any interests of her own, it means she wants to spend every waking hour with you, and that can be... well, even for a cute, hot, funny, gregarious girl, that can get on your nerves after a week or two. You get me?"
"I can't say I've ever had that problem."
"No? Hard to believe a girl as hot as you has never had a guy who's just... salivating over her, following her around like a lost puppy." She felt the heat return to her cheeks at that comment.
"Yeah? Well... I haven't," she said.
"Right. Well, here's my number," he said, offering her what looked like an actual business card with his name, home address, and number on it. She quirked an eyebrow at him. "It saves some time writing it down, plus girls feel more comfortable when they get my number than when I get theirs anyway. It means I don't have to feel bad about not calling them often enough, too," he added, with this cocky smile. "When you get done with Lana, call me. We'll go out."
"Go out where?" She asked.
"Wherever you want," he replied, with a grin. She felt another flush to her cheeks at the way he smiled at her. It was easy to understand how he was such a playboy.
* * *
I wound up picking up Chloe an hour later. I didn't drive around that much, since I didn't actually need to, and I enjoyed the exercise, but when you're picking up a fresh girl, making a good impression is important. The car had been a used piece of crap that no one in their right mind would drive, but I had given it plenty of work, and now it just looked like a fairly nice car. "Hello, gorgeous," I said, having rolled the far window down.
"Does that line normally work?"
"Only when used on gorgeous women," I countered, and she wore this cute little smile. Richelle had taught me that I was probably being a bit too picky with my girls, and I was hopeful for things with Chloe. She did have pretty nice tits, even if she wasn't as busty as Savannah, and she had a really nice affect, too. You know the type, girl who's so completely unused to male attention that she gets a bit flustered from any of it. Unlike Richelle, though, she could handle herself way better. "You gonna get in, or was your idea of a date just the two of us talking from a distance?"
"Well, I mean..." she pretended to hem and haw, but then she opened the door. "I guess if that's what you want, I can put up with it."
"As your reward for putting up with it, what do you want to do?" Given how receptive she was to my advances, I was sure I could get this girl on her knees without much work, so it didn't really matter to me what we did.
"I wanted to ask you about Lana," Chloe said, and I groaned at that. "What?"
"Why would you want to talk about another woman right now?" I asked Chloe, giving her a look that told her my annoyance.
"I'm just curious. She says you avoid her."
"She's Whitney's girlfriend," I said, with a shrug. "Other fish in the sea. For example, one of them just got into my car," I explained.
"You're hiding something."
"I can show you something I'm hiding, if you want," I told her, deciding to take a different tack. Honestly, when I said that, I was undecided between showing her my spaceship and pulling out my dick so she could give me an in-car blowjob.
"I'm interested in that, for sure," she replied, a grin on her lips at the idea of getting some secret from me. I started the car, driving off the lot. "So, what's the secret?"
"I'm deciding," I told her, and she quirked an eyebrow. "What, do you think I've only got one secret?"
"I'm surprised you have any," she replied. "You seem like a straightforward guy. Plus you're a jock."
"Being straightforward just means I don't have time to bullshit, not that I air out all my baggage to everybody. And I didn't cheat to get my good grades," I told her, making her smirk.
"Hope that's not my one free secret," she replied.
My thoughts went through what I could tell her. I was fucking a few married women and a teacher or three, but that wasn't my secret to tell. There was my spaceship, but that was a genie you couldn't put back in the bottle. Those green rocks making me sick was something I was going to take to my grave, if I possibly could. "Mm. You know Richelle?" I asked Chloe, and she nodded. "Her mom's got telekinetic powers," I told her, and Chloe's eyebrows rose high enough you'd think they were about to pop off her head.
"Really? You're not just fucking with me?"
"No. It's a pretty stupid thing to fuck with you about. Why would I possibly do that?"
She squinted at me at that point, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. "Really?" She asked, and I nodded. "You mean you don't know about..." she trailed off. "I run a website."
"Cool." I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about.
"The Wall of Weird?" She asked, something that was completely meaningless to me. "It - you know, it has a bunch of news articles about weird stuff in town. You've never seen it?"
"Nah," I told her, with a shrug. "Probably shouldn't put Caroline's thing up on it, then. Probably not good to blast that everywhere."
"Yeah," Chloe said. "How'd you learn about it?"
I just shrugged. "One secret, Chloe," I said, with a cocky grin, as I pulled into a parking lot. The whole little strip mall had closed down at some point, and there wasn't anything particularly close by, meaning this was free parking without anybody to look in. I put the car in park. "I might be able to help you with that website of yours, though don't get needy about it."
"Yeah, don't worry," she said. "I'm sure that..." she trailed off as I unzipped my pants, letting my cock pop out, big and hard. Her eyes went wide in surprise as she saw it. "Holy crap," she said. "That's huge."
"Yeah," I agreed. "That's another free secret for you. Well, it's not much of a secret." I grinned. "Wonder if this qualifies as a Wall of Weird thing? That I've got a dick in the top nth percentile?" She was just staring at it. "You can touch it, if you want, Chloe," I told her.
Her hand reached for my cock, as if hypnotized by the thing in question, her fingers slowly trailing along my length, her breathing growing heavy as she gently ran her hand up and down. "Can this even fit in a girl?" She asked, ever the curious little thing even in a situation like that.
"Yep. Fits in plenty. They like it in them, too. Why? You want to see if it fits you?"
She flushed at that, but she didn't argue with the idea. On the contrary, she stared as if hypnotized down at my cock. It was a pretty common reaction. Girls realized that my dick was so big, they would literally never get another chance to try something like it out if they didn't take it right now - and once they got it, they generally found they liked it.
"Here goes nothing," she breathed, before leaning forward to wrap her lips around the very tip of my dick. She gulped audibly, having that cute, enthusiastic virgin energy. It was a lot more familiar than Richelle's particular brand, more sucking on the tip curiously, then starting to push herself, stretching her pretty lips wide on my cock as I just leaned back and let her get to work, one hand sliding along her back, down towards her cute butt, giving it a quick squeeze.
She just let out a quiet noise around my dick, a soft sound of pleasure that made my cock vibrate in her mouth. My fingers slipped up under her jeans, finding her scrumptious ass cheek and starting to grope her for a long few, very pleasant, seconds, as she wiggled and squirmed in response to my touch. She looked up at me, almost unable to believe she was getting so much positive attention, and I just softly pet her with my other hand. "You look really sexy like that," I told her, which was God's honest truth, and she blushed that bit brighter - but still didn't pull her mouth up off my cock.
No, instead, she started to push further down, some trace of pride visible in her expression as she pushed herself ever further down my length, until at last my cock hit the back of her mouth and she stopped, gagging. The wet feeling of it was delicious, even as she paused and pulled back and off my cock, the wet pop that followed a quiet statement that she wasn't quite good enough to take me to the base right then. "Sorry," she said, wiping her lips.
"No need to apologize," I told her. "You can take your time, Chloe." She bit her lip, then leaned forward to try again, not even hesitating as she wrapped her lips around my cock. There was a drive there, as she pushed herself slowly but surely forward, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. My hand pushed her pants down, letting them tug just below her cute butt - then I slipped my fingers into her panties, starting to gently play with her pussy.
When a hot girl's sucking your dick, no reason not to make her feel good too, after all. Encourages her to do it again in the future.
I could tell what got the strongest responses from her, and I quickly identified that as gentle brushes of my index finger and thumb against her clit, a sort of teasing, almost rolling motion that earned lewd noises around my cock and plenty of stimulation. I just sighed as she worked, starting to bob up and down what of my dick she could get in her mouth, not pushing herself past her limits, but working hard anyway. It was quite pleasant, even though she was only really stimulating the top quarter or so of my dick.
Soon enough, she seemed to realize how lackluster the stimulation she was giving me was, and her hands came up to get involved, one jerking me off, slow at first, then faster and faster as she realized how I liked it. She was definitely the type of girl who tried her hardest to make the guy feel good, which also happened to be my favorite type of girl. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she looked up at me, bobbing ever faster, starting to really slurp and suck noisily on my dick, even as her cheeks began to glow and her thighs began to quiver from my work on her clit.
"That's good. That's good, Chloe, you're doing good," I told her, my voice coaxing and soft. I had pretty much total control over when I came, and Chloe definitely wasn't good enough to overcome that. It was up to me to decide when I came... and she was doing a good enough job that I was happy to let it stretch out, watch as she twisted her head from side to side, her cheeks noisily slurping over and over as saliva dribbled out of her pretty mouth. She was really impassioned, and she was putting in some nice porn star techniques - you know, the kind that girls in porn do but girls in real life don't, or at least, mix up. Because they look good for the camera, but don't necessarily feel so good.
Wet slurping and moaning was great, but her tongue was pretty much still in her mouth, just sort of impassively rubbing at the side of my dick as she worked me over like that. Pleasant as it was to see her like that... I could give her a bit of help. "Lick it, Chloe," I told her, and she did exactly that, her tongue starting to slide up and down my dick, making it twitch in her mouth as I just leaned back in my chair, continuing to play with her clit all the while. I could see her reactions, the soft, gentle squirms of her body as I touched her, finding and learning all her weak points.
I decided to wait until after she had come, at least the first time, before orgasming myself, and slipped a hand into her shirt, starting to fondle her breasts. They weren't as big as Savannah's, but they were definitely nice, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh there as she wriggled under my attention. I found that what she liked best was having her nipples played with, and soon enough I was doing exactly that, my fingers rubbing and teasing the sensitive nubs. She gasped around my cock, eyes going wide, as she drew closer and closer to orgasm.
It was cute, seeing the expression on her face, as she realized I was going to make her come before she made me come. Embarrassment, then determination, starting to bob up and down my cock extra fast, stroking, jerking, playing with my balls, slurping noisily and wetly on what of my cock she could get in her mouth, making degenerate noises that pleaded with me to just come already.
I just grinned down at her, continuing to work her over, and soon enough, she lost control, moaning around my cock as she came on my fingers, twitching, hips bucking against my hand. Hot breaths escaped her throat as her eyes rolled up, and I let go, then, finishing inside her mouth. She sputtered a bit, but only a speckle or two of cum escaped her mouth, as she twitched in place beneath me.
When we were both finished with our respective orgasms, Chloe finally pulled off my cock, gulping down my cum. "Tasty," she said, almost matter of factly. She glanced down at my cock, reaching with her fingers to scoop up what of my cum had wound up coming back out, feeding it into her mouth. It was damn sexy to watch, as she cleaned me up.
"Good work, Chloe," I said. I could already tell that she was done, though - the kind of girl who wouldn't fuck you on the first date, just blow you. "That was really good."
"Yeah, you're just saying that," she said. "I couldn't make you come faster than you made me come."
"I have total orgasm control. I only come when I want to. Don't put that or how big my dick is on your website, either."
She snorted at that, wearing a smile as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then licked up the bit of cum that was there. "Yeah... gonna have to get a better source before I put that up," she told me. I put my dick away at that point, zipping up again. "Not gonna try for more?"
"I can tell you're good," I said. "I'd like to be wrong, though."
She actually seemed to consider for a second, glancing down at my groin, then bit her lip. Then she shook her head. "Yeah. I'm done."
"Right. Where do you want me to drop you off, then?" I asked.
"Just take me home," she said.
* * *
I obviously had plenty of other women to do besides Chloe, and she didn't call me up the next day or anything, so I pretty much put her out of my mind. She called me at one point to ask if I knew anything about the whole cheating/abuse deal, and I had to tell her I didn't. I'd been paying a bit more attention to Coach Walt's behavior since that article came out, but if he was smacking the guys around, it wasn't when I was there.
There was this thing where Principal Kwan's car caught fire - lucky for him I was there, because I managed to get him out of the car and to safety before the damn thing blew the fuck up. I was a bit suspicious of that, but the cops investigated, and there wasn't any sign of tampering with the car, accelerant, that kind of thing. Just faulty wiring, not a car bomb put in place by Coach, despite Chloe's furious texting to ask if I thought that was what happened.
I was taking a brief break from practice when Chloe sent me a photo via phone of Coach standing out in the field in the middle of the night with the seven suspended players and what looked like gouts from flamethrowers flying through the air around them. That shit was definitely worth my attention.
It was accompanied by a simple text: "Know anything about this? Working on article rn." I was completely ready to confront Coach about the whole thing, but as I looked for him, I noticed he wasn't actually on the practice field. That was weird. My gaze wandered, searching through the building for any sign of him. It was a huge pain in the ass, given how big a school was, and I got briefly distracted by Chloe's presence in the small office or club room or whatever you call it, where she was clearly typing away at her computer, her smartphone on the desk right next to her as she did so.
Then her smartphone burst into flames, and I wasn't dumb enough to just stand there gawking. I ran into the building, used my superspeed to make the rest of the journey. By the time I was there, the entire room was engulfed in flames, and the coach was standing there, hand pushed against the wall, eyes closed concentration. I'm not a moron, so I just punched him in the face, knocking him out cold before I rushed inside, where Chloe was forced into a corner as the fire filled the whole room. "Richard! Help!" She screamed desperately.
I could walk through the fire and grab her, but I wasn't so confident I could safely shepherd her through it. It was pretty much everywhere, immolating the whole office, so she'd probably get burned to death as I dragged her out. Instead, I sucked in a deep breath - then exhaled in a single massive burst. The sudden, powerful gust of wind pushed Chloe up against the wall and completely stamped out the fire in a heartbeat, leaving the room still sweltering, but safe.
She ran for me immediately, wrapping me in a hug as she desperately clung to me. I gently patted her head. "God, I thought I was dead for sure - the fire just grew like it had a mind of its own, blocking off anywhere I tried to go," she said, still trembling. "Thanks, Richard." I'd had plenty of hot babes clinging to me in the past, but there was something particularly nice about the way she was clinging to me now. I was a hero.
"It was this jackass, I'm pretty sure," I said, gesturing to the still-unconscious body of the coach. I'd say I worried that I might have given him brain damage, given he was still KO'd, but, I honestly wasn't worried about that at all. "He was standing outside the room, concentrating real hard. He probably has a superpower, like, uhh, the X-Man who does that."
"Pyro?" She asked. "And he's not an X-Man, he's with the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants."
"Really? They're seriously called the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants?" She giggled at that, some of the tension draining from her as she glanced down at the coach's unconscious body again. "Oh, and call me Dick. Or Big Dick. I don't like Richard."
"Ah. Sorry. Dick," she corrected. "What are you going to do about him?"
"What else? Call the cops," I said, taking out my phone to do exactly that.
Fortunately, even though the fire had completely incinerated Chloe's smartphone and laptop beyond recovery, she had sent me that picture of the coach turning sprinklers into flamethrowers already - combined with the testimony of a couple of the guys he had been trying to intimidate, the cops were more than willing to believe my story.
Unfortunately, he got out of police custody by starting a fire and escaping the hospital in the chaos. I don't know what the hell he was planning on doing at that point, but he came straight to my place, driving like a maniac down the road and just landing in our front lawn, completely ruining the grass as he halfway spun out. He stumbled out of the vehicle like a drunk guy, his eyes burning with a desire to kill, even as part of the front porch started to immolate.
For me, time seemed to slow down as I sped out of the house. There was a long few seconds as I thought things through (for me - for him, I pretty much just appeared and acted), and this time, when I punched him square in the jaw, it was just hard enough to damage his spine. He collapsed to the ground, and that was the last time he ever walked, as far as I know.
"Goddamn, dude," I said, as I looked down at him. He was still conscious, though unable to move. "It's just football."
* * *
It was the next day, after classes, that Chloe approached me again. "Hey, I heard about what happened," she said, gently patting my upper arm. "Sorry you got in trouble for me."
"Trouble?" I snorted. "I just punched the guy in the face. If the cops were at all worried about me being some liar looking for an excuse to beat up the coach, they stopped once he tried to burn down the hospital and drove straight to my front lawn."
She smiled at that. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Still, thanks for saving my life." She paused, glancing from side to side, and I knew what she was going to say before she said it. "Want to go somewhere more private, so I can thank you properly?"
"Sure thing, Chloe," I told her.
* * *
We wound up in a supply closet. There was something uniquely delicious about the way she was acting, now. I'd had girls thirsty for me plenty in the past, of course - I was hot as hell and had a big dick, so, duh. But I'd saved her life, and she was thinking that was all romantic and sexy and made her feel safe. I did always try to make girls feel safe with me, but there's a difference between "feeling safe" and "this guy literally saved you from certain death."
She mashed her lips up against mine, desperately gasping for air as her hands clasped my cheeks, and there was a truly unique and delicious passion in her movements. It was different from Richelle's stupid manic crush - it was something that I'd really... earned, or caused. I pushed my tongue into her mouth as my hands started to grope her ass cheeks, and she moaned gently into my mouth, panting as she did. She kept up the kiss for a long few seconds, then finally pulled back, staring up at me, lips parted. "Thank you," she breathed out. "Tell me how I can thank you properly."
"Well, for one, you can take off your clothes," I told her.
She blushed, but she started stripping, peeling off her shirt, then removing her bra, letting her good-sized tits come free. My hands went to caress them, thumbs teasing her nipples in the way I knew she liked, even as she started to wriggle free of her pants too, pulling her underwear down with them as she kicked off her shoes, leaving her in just her socks at that point, her naked body fully presented to me. I drank it in for a long moment - then just hefted her up, pushing her against the wall, holding her by the thighs to keep her legs spread as my cock pointed at her pussy. "This really isn't how I pictured losing my virginity."
I chuckled at that. "Don't worry," I told her. "Your big, strong hero is the one who's taking your virginity, so you don't have to worry about anything," I explained. Her cheeks glowed at that, but she certainly didn't argue with the claim, as I filled her pussy up with my cock. She groaned in response, her fingers scrabbling at my back. Obviously, there was no actual scraping of my bare skin, given how strong I was, but her tight little pussy was squeezing my dick pleasantly as I slowly but surely stuffed her to the brim. She gasped as I filled her up all the way, squirming on my cock once I got entirely inside her.
"Fuh, fuck, how does that thing even fit," she breathed, glancing down in between her legs to see the place where our two bodies merged. I could tell she liked it, the way my cock had completely stuffed her up - some girls really liked it, when you were balls deep inside them, just on a raw physical level, and Chloe was one of them.
"Don't worry about it, Chloe," I told her, gingerly shifting my hands around on her thighs. As far as I was concerned, she was light as a feather, though she squeaked as I moved around, rubbing my dick all along the inner depths of her pussy. "It's enough that it does fit, and it feels good," I told her, as my thumbs finally found her clit, starting to rub it from both sides.
"Oh, oh God, Dick," she moaned, suddenly leaning into me, pressing her bare breasts against my chest, perky nipples scraping at me through my shirt. "It's, nnngod," she moaned, coming at that point, going cross-eyed with pleasure. Her pussy clamped and squeezed on my cock, her whole body grinding against me. She was pretty much rubbing my dick all over her own insides, and I could tell it felt really, really good for her.
"Yeah, that's it," I told her, enjoying the feeling of her warm, wet sex around my cock as she squeezed and clenched around me. Hot pants escaped her throat, as she just wriggled and squirmed atop me, gasping and panting in desperate pleasure. Every last inch of my cock was getting massaged, and the hot former virgin was gasping for air as she plastered herself against me. I even did that little bit extra to rub my body against her clit and nipples in a way I figured was pretty similar to how she liked it with my hands - and, indeed, that seemed to be exactly what happened, as she grit her teeth and just held herself tight. "Enjoy yourself, Chloe," I told her, and she sucked in a few deep breaths.
"You should enjoy yourself too," she panted out, though she remained hilted, just rubbing my dick along her inner walls - which was her tastes, not mine. Not that I really cared much one way or the other. "How do you like it, Dick?"
"Normally, with the girl coming her brains out," I explained, as I used my grip on her hips to start just rubbing my cock all over her insides, making her gasp and cling to me all the tighter. "What do you think? Am I making good progress?"
"Yuh, yeah," she panted out, her cheeks glowing as she clung to me. "It's, really, nuh, nice," she panted, her eyelashes fluttering, her words by this point becoming pretty senseless. I just kept wiggling my hips, not so much fucking her as trying to worm my way an extra millimeter deeper into her pussy. She loved it, though, as she clung to me, her legs having come to wrap around my hips. I pushed her up against the wall to make it easier for her to keep up the position, then held her up by the ass, my other hand beginning to slowly rub all along her naked body, sliding up her back, caressing her tits, playing with her nipples, running up to her chin and gently tilting her head to let me kiss her again.
She moaned into my mouth as another orgasm hit her, her tight pussy clamping down hard on my cock. I just groaned, grinding away at her pussy just like how she'd shown me to do, and her wiggling on my body got even more enthusiastic, wet pants escaping her throat as she whimpered and writhed in pleasure. It felt fantastic, and looked even better.
I just kept grinding away, relishing as she came, then came down, panting heavily like she'd just finished a hundred meter dash, her body flush with color and slick with sweat. Each time she finished an orgasm, she'd speak up, some mumbly thing, "Good," or "Ahm, it's so, nuh, nice," she'd get out, then lose her voice and descend into a squeal or a moan as she came again. Sometimes I'd keep up the kiss so long that she could barely breathe, her eyes rolling up as she clung ever tighter to me.
By the end of things, she'd come over a dozen times, and pretty much everybody else had gone home from school. I popped her off my cock, letting her wobble for a few seconds before she found her footing. "Did you come?"
"You wanna make me?" She nodded. "Just kneel," I told her, and she dropped to her knees. I gently took hold of the back of her head, directed her to take my cock into her mouth - and then let go all that pent up semen, spraying it all over the inside of her mouth in a quick few seconds. She gulped greedily, hungrily sucking it all down, like it was the tastiest thing ever. This time, she didn't sputter as it hit the back of her throat. When I was finished, I pulled out of her mouth, idly stroking my cock for a few seconds. "Hey. You need a new phone, right?"
"Yuh, yeah?"
"I know the manager at Valley Electronics, I'll tell her to give you the employee discount."
"I need a new laptop, too," she said, with a faint smile.
"What am I, your sugar daddy?" I teased. "Sure. I'll mention that, too."
"Thanks."
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When she got her new phone and laptop, Chloe surprised me by immediately starting to sext me. It was a bit unusual, too - most of the time, girls would fall all over themselves to describe what they'd do to me, in the hopes that I'd come fuck them. I got the vibe that Chloe wasn't so desperate (I made a mental note to do my level best next time we fucked to make sure she was). Instead, her sexts were mostly just requests for pictures of me - shirtless, naked from below, of my hard cock, "surprise me," and the like.
I sent her plenty.
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I wonder if Chloe's a) just thirsty b) trying to use the pics to attract other girls to Dick as thanks for saving her life or c) making a little shrine/"wall of Dick" with pics of him and every girl he's fucked, including herself.
Considering the actress irl helped a dude start a sex cult, I think your onto somethimg