Big Dick, Smallville, Chapter 5: Tina
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I wasn't paying much attention in class that day, and I was interested in someone fresh and new. Don't get me wrong, girls you already know are great, with the knowledge of how best to please you, and your knowledge of their bodies, but there's still something fundamentally pleasant about fucking a new girl that can't really be compared to fucking one you already knew. Even one you'd only fucked once or twice, like Chloe or Richelle, couldn't compare to taking a totally fresh girl and blowing her mind.

Anyway, the girl I picked out was Tina. I knew her name because she was friends with Lana, and Whitney couldn't shut the fuck up about Lana, so I got to hear it all. Tina herself dressed down, but... when you've seen as many women in and out of their clothes as I did, it was pretty easy to see when a girl had a pretty tight body wrapped up under clothes. So I approached her as school let out. "Hey, Tina," I said.

"O-oh, hey, you're Dick, right?" She was surprised and off-balance for just a moment, before she stiffened up. "What is it?"

"I decided that I wanted to talk to a pretty girl I'd never actually had a conversation with yet, and I noticed you getting your stuff out of your locker," I said, gesturing to said locker, "and I thought, serendipity."

She smiled nervously at that, sort of scratching the back of her head. "You aren't just trying to use me to get to Lana, right?"

"No," I said.

"Because I was thinking about how you avoid Lana, even though she's a cheerleader, and I was thinking it might be because you have feelings for her," she said.

"No. I don't have feelings for her. If I had feelings for her, I'd go balls deep in her every day. Don't worry." I couldn't exactly say the real reason I avoided her - namely, that those meteor rocks made me sick - but I did still have to make sure Tina didn't think this was one of those, 'fuck the ugly friend to fuck the hot friend' type deals. I didn't waste time with those, not when it was completely unnecessary. "I want to talk to you, do stuff with you, see where things go," I explained. I knew where they'd go, by long experience - my dick would wind up in her pussy.

"Oh. Well... if you're not just using me to get to Lana..." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Richelle was a good demonstration of the advantages of a girl who thinks it's impossible you'd be honestly interested in her: ridiculous enthusiasm once you got to the bedroom. "...then sure. What do you want to do?"

I just shrugged noncommittally. "Walk with me, see what I come up with?" I suggested.

* * *

Tina had a hard time believing any of this was happening. They had pretty much just chatted and walked right back to her place, doing absolutely nothing else as she unlocked the door to the antique shop her mom ran - she lived above it. Her mom was out, gauging by the fact that the door was locked. Things were starting to get tight, in terms of budget, but her thoughts weren't really on that. They were on Dick.

He was the quarterback, and she'd heard plenty about him, other girls bragging in the locker room, counting up how many times they'd fucked him, comparing who'd gotten the most screws in the past month, things like that... it was all kind of ridiculous, but it definitely set in her brain a very clear impression: Dick was really, really good at sex! She'd figured for sure he had just been trying to use her to go talk to Lana somehow, since the two of them were friends from when they were young - from before the treatments that made her better - but he did seem incredibly dismissive of Lana, always trying to reorient the conversation no matter how subtly Tina brought her up... which was ridiculous, because Lana was so hot and sexy and desirable, so there was no way he really didn't care about her.

Was he really interested in her? Her? She'd never had a guy express interest in her before, and it had her heart pounding hard in her chest. She'd always felt so jealous whenever she saw Lana with any guy, her best friend getting all that male attention. But now? Now "Big Dick" himself, quarterback, stud, ladykiller, sexual god to hear some girls tell it, was behind her, his hand going to her ass and making her blush as they stepped inside the store.

"So, beautiful," he said, smiling as he stared into her eyes, his compliment so earnest. "Want to show me your bedroom? I'm curious where a girl as gorgeous as you lays her head down to sleep."

It was really, really obvious that he was just saying nice words to get her up to her bedroom so he could fuck her - but she appreciated the thin lie. She wasn't a slut. She deserved to be wooed at least a little bit, and as his fingers sank into her ass, well... she had to admit that she didn't really want to be wooed too much. Was this what Lana thought about all the time? "We live above the shop," she said, pointing to the staircase, and Dick just walked alongside her as they headed on up.

Soon enough, they were in her dumb, boring, normal bedroom. "Looks nice," he said, glancing at her bed. "I wonder how it looks with you in it?"

"About the sa-" she started, before realizing what he was really getting at. "I'll show you," she said, breathing the words out, a certain tingle going down her spine as she strode slowly over to the bed, hopping into it. She grasped the base of her top, peeling it up past her waist, revealing pale skin and bare breasts. He watched her with hungry eyes, and with a guy like that looking at a girl like her... she kept stripping, peeling away her pants, getting out of her underwear, just letting him feast his eyes on her entire naked body. She felt so embarrassed, as he eyed her up. Maybe she'd totally been misreading the signals he'd been giving off?

He stepped towards her then, kissing her fiercely on the lips, and she felt a heck of a lot more confident at that point. One of his hands reached for her breast, gently playing with the flesh there, making her squirm as tingles ran down her spine. Was this what Lana felt like, when she was with Whitney, when Whitney touched her? His thumb brushed against her nipple, and the other hand slid along her bare stomach, down towards her sex. His fingers explored her womanhood: they teased her clit, slipped inside her, but what felt best was the push of his palm against her pubic mound, pleasure coursing up as she wriggled beneath him.

He hadn't even taken out that famous cock of his, the one that gave him the Big Dick nickname, and she was already feeling great, her heart racing, pounding in her chest. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, pushing past her lips, teasing her teeth, until she opened her mouth, letting it inside her. His hand continued to rub and play with her breast, gently cupping the flesh, and it all felt great, as he touched her like that. She could just close her eyes and relax, enjoying the feelings.

As she grew closer and closer to the edge, as she moaned into Dick's mouth, though, she couldn't help but feel her mind wander away from him, and back to Lana. For a moment, she even imagined that it was Lana kissing her - and that was when she came, moaning loudly into his mouth, her hands clasping the back of his head, holding him against her. The ridiculous image of an equally-naked Lana atop her bloomed larger and larger in her mind, until the pleasure finally finished its cascade over her body, and she simply trembled beneath him, letting her eyes open again, the reality of Dick looming over her naked body reasserting itself.

That was a ridiculous thought. Lana, kissing her? She shouldn't think about her friend that way, especially not at a time like this. Fortunately, she had something else to preoccupy her thoughts, as Dick unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, his hard cock bouncing free. It was simply ludicrously enormous. She wasn't really interested in porn or pictures of dude's dicks, but she'd seen some that were supposed to be 'big'. His was even bigger. It seemed to be as large as her forearm, as she just stared at it, her mind blanking out as he started to spread her legs. "It's my first time," she said, on automatic.

"Don't worry, it's not mine," he reassured her, a genuine smile on his lips, half-cocky, half-considerate. A moment later, his cock was pressing into her pussy, slowly but surely spreading her wide to accommodate his cock. He was simply enormous, and she felt like she was being pulled apart - but he was so gentle that it only felt good, the slow forceful movement pausing intermittently and turning into a gentle back-and-forth saw. The rubbing feeling was pleasant on its own, as she panted in pleasure beneath him, her fingers really trying their best to find purchase on his back. "You want to look at something?" He asked her, grinning and leaning up.

She didn't really have a chance to respond - he just pulled off his shirt, revealing a muscular chest. Normally, she liked guys more like... boy bands, slender and lithe, but Dick's body was definitely doing something for her despite that. Even more, though, was the way he returned to playing with her breasts and pubic mound, cupping and toying with the former and applying this gentle, repetitive pleasure to the latter. She could feel herself tighten - impossibly, ill-advisedly - around his hard cock.

He was already so huge inside her, why was her body trying to make it even harder for him to move around? She did her best to still her body, and her pussy, to become limp beneath him so he could get all the way inside, but she was really struggling. He was just so fucking big! She was a virgin! It hadn't hurt yet, but it still could! She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate, to relax, and Lana appeared in her mind's eye again - which had the opposite of the intended effect, her pussy tightening on his cock. Why did Lana always appear when she was trying to enjoy herself and ruin things? It happened when she (rarely) masturbated, too!

"You can come whenever you want," he told her, his voice reassuring but also pushing aside the mental image of Lana. "Don't feel too anxious about it. I'll get it in there eventually," he told her, continuing to worm his way that little bit deeper inside her. She opened her eyes, staring up at him, panting as she felt that huge thing fill her up. Her fingers clenched into a fist, and her gaze wandered down his body, along his muscular, bare chest, then his toned stomach, then the half of his cock that had yet to be stuffed inside her - and she promptly came.

He pushed his palm down against her pubic mound as she orgasmed, making her moan as the pleasure grew greater, sparkles of color appearing in her vision as the blood fled her head to go where it was more needed, down in between her legs. It felt absolutely amazing, way better than when she did it to herself, hot pants escaping her throat as she wiggled around beneath him, her legs absently kicking at the air behind him, her hands clawing at the sheets under her.

"You look cute like that," he told her, leaning down over her, kissing and sucking at her neck, and she saw stars at that point, as his hands continued to rub her breast and press down against her pubic mound, his cock continuing to wiggle ever deeper inside her, millimeter by millimeter, inch by inch, sawing its way inside her, doing its best to completely stuff her with its entire, absurd, engorged size.

She moaned softly, hands clawing at the bed beneath her, as he stuffed her like that, and even when her orgasm had left her, she kept her head cast back, desperately panting for breath the deeper he got inside her. It felt unbelievably good, every inch of her twitching in pleasure beneath him. She felt that massive cock of his work its way ever deeper inside her, and it was unbelievably good, unimaginably good, and her brain sparked with pleasure as he filled her up completely, a squeal escaping her throat as their hips collided, another orgasm running through her, so powerful she briefly blacked out.

In that momentary occupation of a liminal space, somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, there was only the raw pleasure. Even Lana, that frequent interloper in her moments of bliss, was gone. There was the pleasure, and there was Dick, and there was his Big Dick inside her, plowing her, forcing her insides to adjust for him.

* * *

I looked down at Tina, seriously concerned for her health. Sometimes girls passed out from an orgasm, sure, but I hadn't really worked her that hard, and we weren't in an awkward position or anything - it was just missionary. So I used my ability to see through people, to try to check and make sure her heart was still pumping at a good rhythm and all that kind of stuff, and my eyes went wide as I saw what was going on inside her - her entire skeleton was laced with that green meteor crap.

It would've made my dick wilt, if I hadn't already been completely speared inside her and clearly fine (I guess it was low enough levels that the deadly radiation couldn't get through her muscle and skin), but I was definitely worried at that point about her health. Whatever the EPA had said, I did not believe that stuff was safe for humans. I mean, hell, Coach had been breathing in those fumes and it had turned him into a wannabe serial killer with pyrokinesis.

She started to wake up after having only been out for a couple seconds. "Sorry," she said, her voice breathy, her cheeks red. "I, uh, it felt really good," she started, even as I began pulling out of her, knowing I had to have a Serious Conversation, which was generally a mood-killer that ended sex. "That's never happened to me before," she explained, her voice getting even more fast, her expression one of abject humiliation, as she presumably thought that coming so hard that you literally passed out was something that pissed off a dude. Yeah, that's why all porn has the girls faking not enjoying themselves. Women can be so dumb about some stuff.

"No, no," I reassured her, shaking my head as my dick popped free. "I mean, it's happened to me before, some girls get like that," I explained, and she did seem to feel a bit better. I really had to say it. I didn't talk about my powers much, because why the fuck would I, but... "Look. I have the ability to see through solid objects. Do you know that you have..." there had to be a fucking name for that shit, but I didn't know it. "Green meteor rocks, going all through your bones?"

"Oh," she said. She blinked a few times, then sighed, nodding quickly, which was moderately reassuring. "Yeah. I know. I had - have - osteogenesis imperfecta, it's a genetic disorder where your bones don't grow right. They thought it was Type II at first, but since I lived longer than a year, they concluded it wasn't. Still, it was bad enough that doctors didn't believe I'd make it out of adolescence. The 'green meteor rocks' were part of an experimental treatment, and it worked. Really well," she added. "It made me much stronger and tougher than normal, and I can turn into other people, too."

If that had been the only option to save her from death, I could understand. I mean, chemo's basically poisoning and irradiating your body on purpose. It was totally unlike idiots who basically swallowed that stuff without a care in the world, like Coach or Lana.

"Dick?" She asked, her voice small, and I shook my head as I came back to the conversation.

"Cool. Okay. Those are some cool powers." Probably not as cool as mine, but... "What do you mean by 'turn into other people'?

"Oh. I can make myself look like them." She immediately shapeshifted into Lana Lang, which was... kinda hot, and also kinda completely insane. "Do you want me to look like Lana while you fuck me?"

I almost rolled my damn eyes at that comment. Lana, Lana, Lana. You'd think this chick was in love with Lana, for how much she talked about her. It was genuinely insane. "No, Tina. I want you to look like you while I fuck you." She blushed at that, and turned back into herself. She was kinda lucky I hadn't checked her skeleton before now - I knew that touching her wasn't gonna hurt me, obviously, but I'd stuck my dick right in the middle of her pelvic bone, which I definitely wouldn't have done. Apparently all the skin and muscle and whatever else was enough to protect me from the death radiation of that stuff. "You do want to keep going, right?" I asked her.

"Yeah, yes," she said, nodding rapidly. "Put it back in," she breathed out, and I slowly slipped my cock back inside her.

* * *

Dick had completely rocked Tina's world, that day. They had gone at it for over an hour, his thick, massive cock spearing through her. He only came twice, both times in her mouth - he didn't want to come inside, because he didn't want to knock her up. That was how considerate he was. He had made her come... dozens of times, she didn't know how many, but they were all so amazing. She could still picture him, his naked body above her, his hard cock thrusting into her pussy, over and over again, until at last her mother had gone home and he'd managed to sneak out. She wasn't quite sure how, but she figured that being able to see through solid objects would definitely help you sneak around, so it wasn't that peculiar.

When she touched herself that night, Lana didn't invade her thoughts at all. Only Dick. She got why the girls liked to call him Big Dick, now, because there was no way she could satisfy herself with her fingers the way he had satisfied her with his cock.

She couldn't wait to see him at school tomorrow.

* * *

"Hey," she said to him, when she saw him after classes. Her fingers played with her hair as she smiled at him. "Want to, uh, come over to my place again? My mom has to talk to the bank, on account of money stuff, so she'll be out for... hours." He didn't seem super interested in that idea. "Or we could go to your place, or whatever," she said, and he still wasn't too interested.

"I kinda have a thing tonight with Savannah, so I can't do it. Thanks for the offer, though."

Her heart twisted in her chest for a moment. No, Savannah was on cheer, he was a quarterback, obviously they'd hang out sometimes. "How about the next day, then? I can probably get Lana to cover for me with my mom, we can do whatever you want." She licked her lips. "I know you liked it when I had it in my mouth."

"Tomorrow I have a thing with Chloe," he told her. "All booked up."

"Is she interviewing you?" Tina asked.

"No. She's having sex with me." Tina blinked at that. "So's Savannah. Look, Tina, sometimes girls get like this. I like you, alright? You're hot, you're nice, you're fun, and you have a dynamite pussy, but I'm not your boyfriend."

Her mouth just hung open for a moment. She- she was certainly aware he had lots of sex with lots of girls, but that was- he didn't need them any more. "You don't have to waste time with them. If you want Savannah..." she pushed him into a small blind spot in the halls, and then made herself look like Savannah. "You can have her. If you want Chloe..." again, she did the same thing, but for Chloe, "you can have her. There's no need for you to keep fucking other girls."

"Yeah. I can have sex with Savannah or Chloe. Because they consent to have sex with me. Turn back into yourself, by the way," he said, and she did so, still frowning as he put his hands on her shoulders. "I like variety, and that would just be you as another girl. Not the other girl. I mean, there's some fun stuff you can do with that, sure. But it's not the same. Like buying a copy instead of the original." He gently cupped her chin, tilting her head up to make her meet his gaze. She considered resisting, but decided not to. "You're hot. Your power is hot. We can fuck later, though."

"It's perfect," she said. "You can see through things, always recognize me no matter what face I wear, and I can be the girl who's whatever you want," she pointed out, desperately hoping beyond hope that he'd understand, that he'd realize just how perfect they would be together! What a natural fit they were!

"The girl I want is one who doesn't try to force herself on me and ruin my time with other girls," he said, taking his hand off her chin. "Call me some other time, number's in your pocket," he said, as he started to turn to walk away.

She grabbed him by the upper arm, arresting his motion as he turned back to her. "I see how it is." A raging inferno was starting to burn inside her chest. "So it was all a lie?"

"No, I definitely really had sex with you and made you come your brains out," he told her.

"The- that moment, when we both told each other our deepest secrets, that was just to fuck me, huh?" She said, scowling at him.

"No, I told you about my secret, because I was worried about you," he replied, letting out a long-suffering sigh. "You chose to tell me about your secret."

"You- you should have said yes," she said at last. "It would have been perfect." She let go of his arm. She'd get him later. Teach him that he should have appreciated her.

* * *

I had wound up fucking Savannah at her place that time. It was definitely hot, knowing her mom and big brother could probably tell what we were doing, and the squeaky way she futilely tried to hold in her moans was even hotter. It did mean less dirty talk, but she had nice tits and a good body anyway, so I could settle for a bit of trouble on that front. Especially when I left a sweat-soaked Savannah in her bedroom, my cum plastered all over her tits and face, after a couple hours of sex.

I had walked for maybe five minutes from Savannah's house when I heard her behind me. "Dick," she said, and when I turned around, she was definitely not sweaty, or covered in cum, nor was she wet from coming out of the shower, nor was she wearing her clothes. "Hey," she said, as our eyes met. "Want to keep going? We could do it right out here-"

"No, Tina. This is what I'm talking about," I said. "You can't fool me." I hadn't even needed to use my powers, but I had done so anyway, to double check. "You're not Savannah, and that's okay, you just have to be satisfied with-" her fist landed on my face, and hit hard enough to send me wheeling to one side, which probably would have been enough to break my neck. Great. So this was more the "murder me" kind of situation.

"I can't believe you, Dick," she yelled, still wearing Savannah's face and voice. "I wanted you, I would have given you anything, everything you could want, if you could just, fucking, stop!" She kicked me, and it sent me sailing a few feet into the air, before I hit the ground. "All you had to do, was stop!" She kicked at my face, and I grabbed her by the ankle, twisting her around by it. After a quick check to make sure nobody was watching - somehow, they didn't seem to be - I just flew as fast as I could up into the air, holding her by the ankle as I did so. I had a firm grip, to make sure she didn't fall. "You didn't even tell me you could fly?!" She howled in rage.

"I told you about my super vision because I was worried about you fucking dying from radiation poisoning, not as some goddamn trust exercise!" I yelled at her, and she seemed suitably cowed as I wiggled her in the air. "If I'd been a normal human, you probably would have broken my fucking neck, Tina."

Somehow, she was actually, unbelievably, crying. Seriously? "I, I just wanted, us to be together."

"We've known each other for less than two days, Tina!" I paused. "If I put you down, are you going to keep being a psycho I have to deal with, or are you going to go back to being a cute girl with a tight body and shapeshifting superpowers I can have a good time with?"

She paused for a moment, realization playing across her face. "You- Coach Walt-" she started, clearly thinking that I'd just crippled.

"Was trying to burn down my goddamn house, with my dad in it, and he could have died."

Tina fell quiet, for a long few seconds. "I'll be good," she said, her voice quiet, sounding defeated. It definitely seemed to suggest that she would, actually, be good, so I put her down. She started crying even worse. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," she blubbered out.

I didn't really engage. It obviously wasn't alright, and telling her that would just encourage her to act out again. "Call my number if you want to schedule something," I told her, and she nodded, as she kept on crying

* * *

Chloe just stared at the photos she'd taken. She really, really, hadn't expected that. Dick could fly, and had super strength, and gauging by how far he'd gone when Savannah had kicked him, probably was super tough? She'd just wanted the photos of him, post-coitus with Savannah, a clandestine shot to catch something... primal about Dick. The shots he'd sent her of himself were really hot, definitely, but they failed to capture the man who was pretty much a physical manifestation of male virility and confidence, instead just being poses showing off his dick, so she'd wanted something a bit more natural.

Only to find out that apparently he was goddamn Thor or some shit. She definitely couldn't confront him about this, not directly, since that would mean admitting that she was pretty much spying on the first guy to give her male attention. Okay, no 'pretty much' about it, she was spying on him. Not to try to find out personal stuff, though! Just to get a good shot to jill off to!

Still... now her curiosity was definitely piqued... and she was probably going to start spying on him for the much creepier reasons...

Maybe she could contrive a reason to find out, that wasn't creepy, so they could talk about it?

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