My Self - Insert Stash

Chapter 350 - My OC Stash #50 - Being Sophia Hess's S_l_u_t In A World of Reversed S_e_x_u_a_l Morality by Chastity (Worm)

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

Ever since I had drunk that vial, things had been different. I hadn't noticed right off the bat, but it quickly became obvious that I had somehow moved to a world much like my own, except for one key difference: here, women were the s_e_x_u_a_l aggressors.

At first, I'd thought the change was some kind of uncontrolled mental power on my part, but every piece of media - television, comics, books - now followed this same mirror morality. The male action heroes hemmed and hawed, wondering if their love interests would make for suitable mothers, while the women aggressively pursued them, took advantage of them, wolf-whistled, and everything else. Either my power had warped literally every mammal and record on Earth or, more likely, I had fallen into some parallel Earth, very similar to my home dimension except for this one key difference.

That wasn't all the vial had done. I could also sense parahumans, detecting the faint and multicolored pulsations emanating from their bodies, echoes and hints of powers and trigger events rolling off them. I'd noticed two girls at my high school with powers: a gawky, dark-haired girl with an aura that looked something like long, oscillating strands of electricity, and a dark-skinned beauty on the track team, her own aura like a dark grey smoke, constantly swirling around her.

There was more to the power, something to do with manipulating the powers of others. I could tell that much, but I couldn't really test it. What was I supposed to do? Just try fiddling with another parahuman's powers at school? They'd probably notice, and probably not be pleased with me.

So instead I did my best to simply pretend that I didn't have powers - I couldn't do much of anything with them, after all.

But...

If you live and breathe, you've probably fantasized about having s_e_x with a heroine or villainess at some point, and almost all parahumans were one or the other. The gawky bullying victim didn't really attract my attention, compared to the standout that was the track star, Sophia Hess. Dark skin, athletic build, a lot of fire that made me think she'd be a wildcat - tomcat? - in bed. She'd probably have been way out of my league in my own world. I'm not ugly, but not handsome either - a seven out of ten back home, and that probably declines a point or two from guys spending much more time on their appearance here.

But if a six out of ten girl offers to have s_e_x with you any way you like, well... you'd probably take them up on it, right? Unless you had some reason not to, and as far as I could tell, Sophia was straight and single.

So I mustered up the courage to approach her after a track practice session, her body lightly slick with sweat. My eyes wandered a little - she was fit, as you'd expect of somebody who got exercise both as a track team member and as a cape. She smirked at that, tilting her head. "Something to say?" She asked.

"Yes," I said, really not liking the anxiety developing in my stomach. This would be easy. "Would you like to have s_e_x with me?"

She paused at that, frowning in surprise, tilting her head. "You're leading with that? Want to take it back?"

"No. I want you to f_u_c_k me, and take my v_i_r_g_i_n_i_t_y," I said. Hopefully that was a ridiculously s_e_xy enough thing to cover up for the fact that it was insanely stupid and socially awkward way to phrase it. She was basically the equivalent of a teenage boy, after all.

She smirked. "Hey, if you're offering, I'll take you up on it." She stretched her neck. "I should hit the showers first, though."

I just nodded, not blurting out the first though in my mind, which was that I didn't really care if she was sweaty or not.

She dragged me along with her, made me get on the bus she took back, headed to her home. She paused momentarily as she arrived, checking the driveway and garage, before heading inside, smiling like a maniac as she all but threw me on the bed. "You know, f_u_c_k_i_n_g boys is one of the perks of being on the track team," she said, slamming the door behind her, "but they're normally a little more circ_u_mspect about getting taken to my bedroom."

"I guess I'm a s_l_u_t?" I said, with a sheepish smile, not knowing what my response should be. That apparently satisfied Sophia, though, because she soon moved to straddle me, wearing a pair of shorts that showed off all her legs. Her hands gripped my biceps, holding me down beneath her, staring down at me.

"You're all alone in my bedroom. Door's locked. Mom's out. I could do anything I want with you." There was a certain menace in her voice, as if she wanted to see me afraid before she got to it.

"Go ahead," I responded, with a shrug - or as much of one as I could manage, my arms held to my sides like that.

She cackled at that, tossing her head up, dark hair tumbling around her features in a way that made her look beautiful rather than threatening. She let her hands leave my biceps, practically tearing my pants and u_n_d_e_r_w_e_a_r off, hard enough I briefly worried they'd rip as they slid down to rest above my knees. My by that point extremely erect c_o_c_k popped out, and she smiled at that.

"You like that kind of talk, huh?" She teased, her hand stroking up and down my length, slim, dark fingers contrasting my own skin tone. "Maybe you are a s_l_u_t," she said, still stroking me off. "I thought at first, you just had a crush and were dumb enough to think a girl's c_u_n_t was the way to a relationship, but that's not so, is it? You just want a nice, tight c_u_n_t around this c_o_c_k of yours." She tilted it from side to side, as if demonstrating exactly what she was talking about.

My length twitched at that, and she smiled wickedly. I wasn't used to this kind of dirty talk - it was pretty unique to this universe - but I couldn't deny I liked it. The aggressiveness, the eagerness, the way she could scarcely believe that I'd just come up to her and asked her for s_e_x. "I mean, I'd like to do it more than once," I told her.

She laughed at that. "Sure, if you feel good in my c_u_n_t," she said, l_i_c_k_i_n_g her upper lip. "You know, I don't even know your name. Do you like that, s_l_u_t? Being about to lose your v_i_r_g_i_n_i_t_y to a girl who doesn't know your name?" I nodded, and she laughed again, shaking her head, shifting her body to move from straddling me. Her gaze absently swept along my body with an appreciative hum as she peeled off her shorts and u_n_d_e_r_w_e_a_r, tossing them to the side before moving to straddle me again. "I'm going to pop your cherry in three... two... one!"

At that, she slammed herself down my entire length, making me groan at the feeling. Her insides were tight, exquisitely so, and my brain briefly simply shut off in response to the feeling, my eyes closing as I simply breathed in response to the p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e she'd inflicted on me. For her part, she pushed up my shirt, soon peeling it off, her hands running along it with some interest. It was clear she wasn't entirely satisfied with my body, by the way she poked and groped my stomach, as if hoping some abs would suddenly appear there, but she didn't say anything.

She was just resting on my pelvis, then, staring down at me as she did so. "How's it feel, not being a v_i_r_g_i_n any longer?"

"Good," I breathed out, and she just smiled at that, laughing again.

"Have you had your first kiss?" She asked, still smirking. I shook my head, which made her giggle even further, her fit body quivering around my c_o_c_k in the process, the small bounces from her laughter serving to massage my length where it rested within her. "You lost your cherry down there before your first kiss... I'd almost feel sorry for you." Her hand went up to my jaw, squishing my cheeks from below, forcing me to pucker up. "Maybe if you beg, I'll let you lose your kiss v_i_r_g_i_n_i_t_y before you come in a woman for the first time."

"Please kiss me," I slurred, her hand making it difficult. She wasn't riding me properly at that moment, just holding herself on my l_a_p, clearly getting some sadistic kicks from this whole thing. She hummed, as if considering, shifting her body, and my eyes flicked down to see the hint of her toned stomach, delicious brown skin looking great. My hands slowly reached for her t_h_i_g_hs, feeling and squeezing at the muscle there, before they started to ascend. "Please, Sophia, kiss me, take my kiss v_i_r_g_i_n_i_t_y."

She leaned forward, then, close enough that I could feel her breath on my skin, her hand still on my jaw. "Maybe I want to make you eat me out first, so my lower lips are the ones to get your first kiss. How would you feel about that, you little s_l_u_t?"

In reply, I bucked up into her, my h_i_p_s slamming against her, and she laughed at that, pulling up and back, letting go of my cheeks. My hands squeezed at her a_s_s cheeks.

"You really are just the horniest little breeder there's ever been," she told me. "You didn't even ask if I was on the pill, you know that? I'm riding you raw, and you could be about to become a teenage father. You want to have to raise a child so young?" I shook my head. "You must really like me, then, to take that kind of risk."

"You're hot," I told her, and she laughed at that, her h_i_p_s finally beginning to slowly ascend. She squeezed her c_u_n_t muscles around my c_o_c_k as she leaned back, my lips still without a kiss as she pumped herself on my length. I squeezed and groped her firm, muscular a_s_s, her track and field team membership meaning she had some of the best legs I'd ever gotten to feel up. Also the only legs I'd ever gotten to feel up.

She rode me gently at first, a casual, mechanical pace, her hands exploring my b_a_r_e c_h_e_s_t, squeezing my biceps, variously pinning and groping me as she stared down at me with a look of raw l_u_s_t in her eyes. "Maybe I'll keep you for my personal use, you little s_l_u_t. How would you like that?" She breathed the words out, her pace getting slowly faster on my c_o_c_k, her c_u_n_t intermittently squeezing, following some mental pattern I couldn't identify, making it constantly unpredictable and constantly amazing.

"I'd, rather, you whored me out to your friends?" I tried, searching for something that would both entice her but not lock me into being her s_e_x slave... she was a sadist, and she did have powers, after all. She laughed again at that, her body bouncing on my d_i_c_k faster, now.

"Maybe I will then," she told me, leaning forward to press her forehead against mine, brown eyes boring into my own, her hands pinning me by the wrists beneath her as she started to pound up and down on my c_o_c_k. "You should work on your body more, though. You're too skinny. Ladies like a boy with a little more meat on him," she explained, as she started to really ride me, almost manic, now, her tight s_e_x gripping and squeezing and twisting my c_o_c_k every which way.

Her c_u_n_t pounded up and down, her fingers digging into my wrists, and rather than kiss me, she instead ran her tongue slowly up my neck to my cheek, avoiding my mouth all the while, clearly finding it delightfully degrading to do. Every inch of my length was coated in her juices by that point, her body furiously pounding on me, and then, at last, she came, letting out a groan as she simply sat herself down in my l_a_p, grinding into my pelvis as her c_u_n_t squeezed and jerked around my c_o_c_k, massaging my length, her lips parting, a bit of drool splashing onto my b_a_r_e c_h_e_s_t. It was very e_r_o_t_i_c to watch, my eyes running up and down her body as she shook, her b_r_e_a_s_ts bouncing beneath her top in a way that made me wonder if she was even wearing a bra.

When she was finished, she pulled back, taking off and tossing aside her shirt, leaving her wearing just a plain white sports bra, which soon also left her body. Dark chocolate b_r_e_a_s_ts bounced freely as she started to ride me again, building up momentum once more. She shook her head, making her hair flow one way, then the other, beautifully framing her features. She stretched, craned, shifted atop me, gently twisting my c_o_c_k inside her as she got herself properly flexible for the s_e_x to come.

Once she was satisfied that she was good to go for a round two, I was once more on the receiving end of a furious pounding. She did everything she could to intensify the sensations, in spite of her sadistic bent - her s_e_x worked me over, her thumbs played with my n_i_p_p_l_es, and she stared me dead in the eyes with n_a_k_e_d l_u_s_t. "Come on, you hot little s_l_u_t," she breathed out, leaning slowly down towards me, t_i_t_s bouncing as she rode me hard. "Come. I came already, now it's your turn."

It was then I realized making me come was a matter of pride for her - which only made sense. What guy brags about f_u_c_k_i_n_g a girl and her never coming? I just swallowed, though, not really knowing exactly how to reply. "You feel really good," I said, but I quickly saw that that was precisely the right thing to say to make her growl angrily. It's the kind of thing a girl says when the guy isn't really satisfying her. "Don't worry about making me come," I told her, trying to restrain my smile at her almost vindictive response, the scowl appearing on her face.

"No, I'm going to make you come," she stated, gripping the back of my head and forcing her lips against mine. She took my first kiss like that, tongue invading my mouth, playing with my palate, batting against my own tongue, some of her drool slipping out into my mouth to cake my own tongue as she kept jamming her c_u_n_t up and down my c_o_c_k. One hand held me against her, leaving me unable to do anything but keep up the kiss, her other hand sliding down to grope and squeeze my ass. The little growls she let out, clearly annoyed that it was taking so much to get me to come, were incredibly s_e_xy, and my c_o_c_k twitched inside her in response.

I kept holding back, though, wanting to see her reactions, and they were definitely getting hotter by the second, her proud need to make me come e_r_o_t_i_c. She let go of my head to grope my a_s_s with both hands, then tried playing with my n_i_p_p_l_es again, then just pinned me beneath her and went crazy on my c_o_c_k, pounding up and down. When she pulled back to suck in a breath, I spoke up. "I could just finish myself off-" I started, and she just slammed her lips back against mine, s_u_c_k_i_n_g on my tongue.

If before she'd been working me like a marathon, now she was taking it at a sprint, her insides squeezing and coiling and massaging every inch of my d_i_c_k as she furiously pounded me. Her hands held me beneath her, pinned, her tongue trying out all kinds of new things to add an extra note to the experience. Eventually I did, at last, come, and she g_r_o_a_n_e_d in relief, pulling back to sigh as I let myself come inside her. Her fingers let go of my hands, blood rushing back to them, and she popped off my c_o_c_k. She sat on the bed for a few long seconds, some of my fluids dripping down her inner t_h_i_g_hs as she recovered, panting and gasping, her c_h_e_s_t rising and falling. She truly had been pushing herself, it seemed, especially given the way her skin was now slick with sweat.

"You really want me to whore you out?" She asked at last, breaking the silence. "One of my friends is a female model, if you're into that kind of thing," she said, a small smirk on her lips as she did so. I just nodded rapidly. I thought I knew who she'd talked about - a curvy redhead. "I should give her a sample picture, so she knows what kind of s_l_u_t she's getting. You alright with me taking a few shots?"

"Go ahead," I said, nodding rapidly, my c_o_c_k starting to rise again in response to the thought of a second round.

She laughed at that, noticing my erection when she returned from fumbling for her phone. "You really are a goddamn s_l_u_t," she said, l_i_c_k_i_n_g her lips as she started to take some pictures of me - my c_o_c_k, my c_h_e_s_t, my face, everything. "Grip and stroke that c_o_c_k, show it off," she said, as she snapped some more shots of my now-full erection. I did as she requested, doing my best to show it every which way, twisting it left and right. Then she moved atop me, straddling my torso, not caring as some of my c_u_m dribbled down onto my c_h_e_s_t. Her hands were still on her phone. "Now, one last thing. Tell the camera how much of a s_l_u_t you are, and how much you want to f_u_c_k Emma Barnes."

"I'm a huge s_l_u_t," I said, making Sophia smile brilliantly, white teeth seeming all the brighter against her dark skin. "I gave up my v_i_r_g_i_n_i_t_y before I got my first kiss, and I did it raw for my first time without even thinking about c_o_n_d_o_ms. And I really, really want to f_u_c_k Emma Barnes. I'm not even sure I know who that is, but I'll gladly f_u_c_k her any way she likes, if she'll have s_e_x with me."

Sophia hummed approvingly as she turned off the camera, fiddling with the phone for a few seconds. "Good work, s_l_u_t," she said, with a smile. "Let's see if your performance was good enough for Emma, hm?"

I just nodded. She'd really ridden me ragged, so I laid there for a while as she got up off me, heading to her bathroom. The door was left ajar, and I could soon hear the rush of water flowing down.

"Hey, s_l_u_t, when the lady you just f_u_c_k_e_d hits the shower, that means she wants to be cleaned," she shouted out at me, and I hurriedly got up to follow her into the bathroom.

Chapter 2

Sophia was aggressive as she grabbed me under the arm, simply dragging me along with her. I couldn't help but wonder if this was how she normally was with guys - and how romantically successful it was. She was hot, and that counted for a lot even in this weird topsy-turvey world of reversed s_e_x_u_a_l morality, but it couldn't be that good, could it? I didn't exactly see any guys shooting me envious looks like I might have back home.

She then thrust me up against the lockers, a loud banging noise attracting literally no attention from anyone else - not even pointed avoiding looks. Winslow was that bad, I suppose. "This is the s_l_u_t I was telling you about," Sophia said, glancing to the girl standing next to her. She was our age, pale skin and red hair, a curvy body that I drank in.

"And he'll f_u_c_k raw?" Emma asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah," Sophia said, smiling. Her hand was on my shoulder, and it slid gently up my neck, to my cheek. I couldn't help but feel like she was trying to intimidate me, to make sure I gave the right response to questioning, but it was honestly completely pointless. I would have nodded anyway.

"He doesn't have any diseases, right?" Emma asked, staring me down, her gaze running up and down my body like I was a piece of meat. It did provoke a certain thrill, being looked at like that, I have to admit.

"Not unless Sophia does," I said, and Sophia promptly squeezed my cheek hard enough to hurt, her expression turning sharp.

"I don't have anything," she said, in a sharp voice, before relaxing her grip. "He was a v_i_r_g_i_n before I broke him in."

"Must have been a good breaking," Emma said, in an almost bored tone of voice.

"Look, do you want to f_u_c_k the s_l_u_t or not?" Sophia said, pulling her hand back, sounding annoyed. "I get a hot piece of a_s_s and rather than making him my personal toy, I offer to share him with you. I don't want back talk."

Emma raised her hands defensively, her gaze turning back over to me, her tongue running along her lip. "What's he like in bed?"

"Willing," was Sophia's succinct response.

* * *

For whatever neurotic kind of possessiveness Sophia felt towards me, she refused to just let Emma have me alone, so when I was lying on her bed, having stripped n_a_k_e_d and taken everything off, Sophia loomed in the corner of the room, her smoky, dark grey aura occasionally obscuring her features in combination with the relative darkness of her chosen position.

Emma, on the other hand, was taking off her clothes. Bare, pale skin; delicious, full curves; and long, red hair, she really was damned hot. She smiled as she saw me looking, a c_o_c_ky expression on her face. "I've done some female modeling," she explained to me, as she clambered onto bed, her fingers going to my c_o_c_k. They gently ran up and down my length, soft pale fingers getting me nice and hard as she stared directly down into my face.

"You look like you could," I told her, swallowing as she squeezed my c_o_c_k gently, her thumb rubbing against the underside of my head.

"Look at this c_o_c_k," she told me, her breath heavy. I kept my eyes on her face and t_i_t_s, but the statement was really rhetorical, because she kept going. "So hard. I can even feel the prec_u_m," she added, rubbing her thumb against the tip, smearing it around. "You're about to get f_u_c_k_e_d by a total stranger, and you're already like this. You really will just give it up for anyone, won't you?"

"Well, you're hot," I g_r_o_a_n_e_d out, and she smiled at that, showing her teeth for a moment, her head tilting to one side.

"Good answer, but it won't save you," she told me, staring down at me. "What do you call a boy who has s_e_x with girls he doesn't know? Who lets his hard c_o_c_k go into any hole it can find? Who gets hard just from being touched by a stranger?"

"A s_l_u_t," I tried, since I figured that was what she wanted to hear.

"That's right," she said, finally shifting her body up onto me, teasing her wet s_e_x at my hard c_o_c_k, her lower lips brushing against the tip. "A s_l_u_t. Don't worry, s_l_u_t, I'm on the pill," she told me, before grinding her way slowly down. She took her time, but it wasn't a matter of tentativeness on her part; it was more that she was teasing me, gradually building it up. I wondered if she'd deflowered other boys. Probably. A male model would easily get his d_i_c_k wet back in my home world, after all.

In any case, she apparently caught my mind wandering, because she suddenly tightened her c_u_n_t, making me groan in response to the feeling, my fingers reaching for her t_h_i_g_hs and gripping them firmly. She smiled at that, l_i_c_k_i_n_g her lips as she stared down at me, beautiful, full b_r_e_a_s_ts gently coming to a halt as her c_u_n_t did much the same, my c_o_c_k resting entirely within her.

She leaned forward, pressing her lips softly against mine, her b_r_e_a_s_ts smushing up against my c_h_e_s_t as her tongue forced its way into my mouth. Her own hands ran up along my body, gripping my biceps, sliding out to my hands, pinning my wrists behind my head, then lacing her fingers through them. It was a kind of quietly dominant behavior, in contrast to Sophia's roughness and sadistic attitude, it simply expressed that she thought that she should set the pace and I should just lie back and enjoy myself.

I certainly didn't mind doing exactly that, letting Emma's tongue explore the inside of my mouth as she gently f_u_c_k_e_d herself up and down my c_o_c_k, occasionally holding herself down and grinding against my pelvis. Her animal m_o_a_ns ran into my mouth even as I g_r_o_a_n_e_d and jerked in reply, the intensity of the feelings never letting up.

She didn't let me get used to anything, switching things up, and I quickly began to wonder exactly how many other guys she had been with - not as some kind of s_l_u_t shaming, mind (it would have been very hypocritical of me, after all), but simply as an intellectual exercise. She did all kinds of fascinating things with her c_u_n_t, swiveling her h_i_p_s around on my c_o_c_k, drooling into my mouth and tapping at my palate with her tongue, rubbing her t_i_t_s against my c_h_e_s_t, squeezing my hands, m_o_a_ning...

It was all incredible, and perhaps the most incredible thing of all was that I hadn't come yet, because she was, frankly, a much better lover than Sophia. Where Sophia had been mostly focused on her own psychos_e_x_u_a_l issues and putting herself in a mental position of ownership, Emma felt like she was entirely focused on making me feel good, trying to find things that provoked a positive response and then doing them again, but not so often that I could really get used to them. Her hot breaths rubbed against the inside of my mouth as she finally pulled back, wiping at it with one hand. "Do you not like the girl on top?" She asked, in the voice of somebody who'd done this a lot before and was trying to find precisely the right way to handle it.

"He came for me like that," Sophia said, a certain smugness in her voice, which made Emma's mood darken.

"You like t_i_t_s," Emma said, quickly, grabbing my hands, pulling them up to her b_r_e_a_s_ts. It wasn't a question, it was a statement; she could tell that I liked them, by the way I could hardly keep my eyes off them. She started to bounce again, running her body up and down my c_o_c_k, her soft t_i_t_s sliding and slipping in my b_a_r_e hands, and I gave them the occasional squeeze. She panted at the feeling, holding herself down on my groin, grinding herself back and forth before she exploded in ecstasy. Her cheeks grew warm, her eyes lidding and unfocusing, her lips parted as she let out hot breaths. Her t_h_i_g_hs quivered around my body as her s_e_x squeezed and groped and massaged my d_i_c_k, trying its hardest to simply force an eruption of c_u_m.

It failed, though, and as her o_r_g_a_s_m left her, her hands pressed against my b_a_r_e body. I honestly had no idea how I was holding out, and there was a sort of mania in Emma's expression, the hint of what might have erupted into a snarl instead twisting into utter focus as she began to ride my c_o_c_k again. Her brow furrowed, and she practically pounded me, b_r_e_a_s_ts shaking and jiggling softly in my hands as she worked herself up and down my c_o_c_k, hard. There was no hesitation, no real attempt to find exactly what worked for me, just raw force to compensate for a lack of technique. It took me a moment to realize she was likely trying to mimic Sophia's style of s_e_x, and she was doing a fine job, her s_e_x squeezing around my c_o_c_k, her fingers gently scraping along my b_a_r_e c_h_e_s_t, nails leaving pink marks as they slid ever lower.

Her expression was absolutely amazing, though. The perfect mix of frustration, p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e, and proud need, a desperate d_e_s_i_r_e to prove to herself or me or Sophia that she was a capable lover, by now starting to be undermined by the fact that she hadn't made me come so hard despite everything. I could hardly tell her what the problem was - I didn't know myself, since she did feel amazing, but each time I felt as though I was on the verge of coming, instead I simply... didn't.

It was starting to drive me a little crazy too, and I slid my hands down from her b_r_e_a_s_ts, gripping her h_i_p_s and just doing my best to set her pace myself, pumping her up and down like I was jacking off like crazy using her body. Her own response was intense, a sort of mix between a wicked smile at the provoked response and a neediness for me to finally come.

I still didn't. Even when she o_r_g_a_s_med for the second time like that, fingers briefly pinching and squeezing at my c_h_e_s_t as she tensed up. Even when she o_r_g_a_s_med for the third time, beautiful red hair flowing around her features and hiding her face. Even when she o_r_g_a_s_med for the fourth time, saliva spilling out of her mouth and splashing down onto my body.

By the time of the fifth, I was frustrated too, and simply f_o_r_c_i_b_l_y flipped her onto her backside to start pounding away, f_u_c_k_i_n_g her c_u_n_t with relentless and overwhelming force. She gasped and panted in reply, her cheeks warm, the blush reaching down to her delicious b_r_e_a_s_ts as I jackhammered her, but even then I still couldn't come, still couldn't quite find release. My fingers clawed into her sides as I roughly took her like that, her b_r_e_a_s_ts bouncing wildly, my expression full of intense, desperate need, a growl escaping my throat.

It was driving me f_u_c_k_i_n_g crazy, the inability to e_j_a_c_u_l_a_t_e, and I was willing to try just about everything I could think of, go into every l_e_w_d position I'd read about or seen in p_o_r_n, ignoring the fact that in this world it was probably quite strange to grab a girl by the t_h_i_g_hs and force her legs up until her ankles rested on your shoulders. It did let me get deeper inside her, though, really forcing myself as far in as I could, and she sputtered at the feeling, eyes widening in response to the sudden, deep penetration. My hands simply gripped her calves as I kept going, pounding away, using her body, not even caring about the variety of delicious and l_e_w_d faces that she was making. I really, really, really wanted to come, and I just could not seem to manage to do so.

Eventually, I pulled out of Emma, and she let her legs flop back down onto the bed. She'd come over a dozen times, and her c_h_e_s_t was rising and falling, her expression one of need - not s_e_x_u_a_l, but personal, a d_e_s_i_r_e to make me come simply because I had had s_e_x with her. I could imagine that not managing to make the girl come would cause me some amount of irritation back in my own world, so I couldn't help but feel some empathy for her. Maybe I could use one of her other holes?

"Let's try oral," I told her, starting to move up on her body, and she hurriedly stopped me.

"Wipe it off," she said, quickly. "Well," she added, as I grabbed a bit of the blanket of her bed, hurriedly rubbing it all over my c_o_c_k, cleaning it of her juices. In her position... well, yes, I wouldn't want that either.

Once I felt my c_o_c_k was adequately clean, I presented it to her, and she leaned up, her breath tickling my c_o_c_k as one hand ran up and down it. She licked and kissed at the tip, making my d_i_c_k throb, and there was a certain amount of sheer exhaustion in the way she did it, her eyes staring up at me with a silent pleading tone.

Having a s_e_xy model l_i_c_k_i_n_g my d_i_c_k, straining to get me to come, her mouth suckling and slurping on the tip of my d_i_c_k definitely did not hurt my arousal, but it certainly was still failing to make me come, so I simply grabbed the back of her head and forced my c_o_c_k deeper into her mouth, plunging past her lips, making her gag as I hit the back of her mouth. She didn't fight back, so I just held myself there, grinding her face against my groin, my d_i_c_k trying to force its way down her throat. Her hands even came up to grip my a_s_s cheeks after a little while, and she did her very best to try to take more of my c_o_c_k into her mouth.

It provoked a couple sadistic chuckles from Sophia in the background, but I certainly didn't care, and that meant I wasn't about to let Emma up to complain or whatever else she wanted to do. Instead, I simply f_u_c_k_e_d her face as best I could, red hair sticky with sweat and gathered up in my hand as I pumped in and out, her t_i_t_s bouncing beneath me as I tried to find release with her mouth.

I did manage to get into her throat soon enough, a soft wet noise accompanying the sudden penetration as I simply slipped all the way inside, balls slapping at her chin. Seeing the beautiful young woman, with model good looks, and her lips wrapped taut around my d_i_c_k, should surely have provoked an o_r_g_a_s_m on my part, but it still didn't. I held her down until she started to choke and struggle against me, only then letting her off, and she gasped and panted, saliva running down her chin as my spit-slick c_o_c_k rested just inches from her face.

Then Sophia reached out for my d_i_c_k, dark fingers taking a firm grip on it, and she gave it one good jerk before I immediately exploded. Hot seed splattered across Emma's unsuspecting face, quickly marking it with my colors, and Sophia just laughed maniacally in response, jerking me off ever faster, trying to make sure I came as much as possible all over Emma's face. Emma sputtered in surprise, to be sure, and there was also a deep look of humiliation on her face, not from my rough use of her body, but from the fact that I was coming from one jerk from Sophia while all our intense f_u_c_k_i_n_g had accomplished nothing.

When Sophia finally stopped jerking me off, Emma's face was positively coated with c_u_m, as if I'd released a good half-dozen pent-up o_r_g_a_s_ms. I probably had, to be honest, and I simply slumped down, sitting on her stomach for a second, my c_o_c_k still rather hard even after all that, the occasional dribble of c_u_m escaping to smear Emma's stomach.

"You told him to do that, didn't you, you bitch?" Emma asked, with a snarl.

Sophia just laughed. "No, I didn't. Honest." She giggled, glancing over my way. "I guess I have the breeder well trained," she said, giving my a_s_s a quick, possessive swat. "My p_u_s_s_y's just top class and better than yours."

To be honest, it wasn't. In terms of feeling... well, Emma's probably edged hers out, a soft and inviting hole that was wet and eager and constantly finding new ways to please, in comparison to Sophia's own tight and muscular one that just took what it wanted.

"No way you didn't tell him to do it," Emma half-snarled.

"She didn't," I told her. "F_u_c_k," I breathed. "I wasn't enjoying the whole being unable to come thing much. I don't know why her touching my d_i_c_k pushed me over the edge."

"What, do you have an ebony fetish or something?"

"C'mon, don't hold a grudge just because guys like my tight black p_u_s_s_y more than your floppy white one." Sophia clearly found the whole thing deeply amusing, not even getting offended by Emma's accusations.

"Rrgh!" Emma growled and pushed me off her, getting up off the bed. "I'm going to take a shower," she said, heading to her bathroom.

Sophia turned to me, a sadistic, wry smile on her face. "Did you do it on purpose?" I shook my head quickly, making her laugh again. "Guess you just like me that much, then," she said, leaning forward to kiss me on the lips, her fingers digging into the back of my scalp, her tongue invading my mouth. She'd interpreted the interaction with Emma as a show of her total superiority, which was obviously incredibly satisfying for a girl with her kind of personality. When she broke off the kiss, her finger brushed slowly along my cheek, down to my neck. "Mmm," she hummed, the noise pleased and self-satisfied. "Is it because I'm black, though?"

"No, no," I said, quickly, and she snorted at that. I realized after I spoke that having a fetish for women of a particular race was probably a lot less taboo here, since what guy complains that girls like men of his race? (It's always the opposite.) Still, it was the truth.

"Do you have a round two in you?" She asked.

My c_o_c_k was still hard, so I just nodded, and she smiled at that, pushing me down onto my back. I still couldn't understand why the hell Sophia was the only one who could make me come, even as her tight p_u_s_s_y teased at the tip of my d_i_c_k, a smile on her lips as she stared down at me.

I did have one thought, though, as I absently noticed the smoky, dark grey aura swirling around her body. Could it be because she was a parahuman? My power did seem to have to do with other parahumans...

There was one easy way to check - go find that other girl at school who I'd noticed with powers.

My thoughts were cut off as Sophia jammed herself all the way down my c_o_c_k, groaning as she took me to the base. I could already feel I wasn't going to last half as long with her as I had with Emma I'd get the other parahuman girl later - for the moment, I had a girl on my l_a_p riding me like a maniac. That came first.

Chapter 3

My next target was Taylor Hebert. She didn't really have much in the way of charm points: dark, wavy black hair, glasses, a thin figure, not much in the way of t_i_t_s or ass. I probably wouldn't have looked twice at her without her having powers I could see. Maybe back in my own world, I would have wound up with a woman in her bracket, but here the rules were different. Sophia was already rather... obsessed, I guess might be the word. She had a sharp possessive streak; I wasn't her boyfriend, but she liked having me, going so far as to show me off. I wondered if she'd ever had any relationship that lasted, by the way she acted. Guys seemed more inclined to interpret her intentions towards me as predatory than that she was crushing or anything, one or two warning me that they'd seen her 'looking at me like that.' I just nodded along. They were just trying to look out for a fellow student.

But like I said. I wasn't Sophia's boyfriend, I was the s_l_u_t she let f_u_c_k her friend. And I really wanted to know if my body actually was somehow hard locked to only come with her. The most likely hypothesis was that it was hard locked to only come off of other parahumans, and if I was going to test that, the logical target was Taylor Hebert. I knew where she was, she was a gawky loser who'd probably jump at the chance for s_e_x...

So I watched her locker after school the next day, from a distance. She'd waited until well after class was out to appear at it, to the point that I'd worried she just didn't use it at all. Then I approached her."Taylor?"

She looked up at me, her expression guarded. "Yes?" There was a faint unease in her expression as she quickly closed the locker behind her.

Should I shoot from the hip and go for it? How would a nerdy loser bullying victim react to a girl offering to have s_e_x with him? He'd probably be pretty desperate, right? "I want to have s_e_x with you," I decided.

"Ha ha..." she said in a dull, almost pitiful monotone, and she barely even looked at me as she spoke. "I'm just trying to get through school. Can't you bother somebody else?" It took me a couple seconds to properly process what she was saying, because I just stood there blinking. "I'm sure Emma or Sophia or Madison put you up to this, so-"

As she spoke, I gave a quick glance from side to side, but nobody was here. I simply gripped Taylor's cheeks, making her eyes widen behind her glasses, and leaned forward, forcefully pushing my lips against hers. She actually sputtered a bit in response, saliva splashing into my mouth as my tongue f_o_r_c_i_b_l_y invaded her mouth, delicately slashing at her palate and tongue. She didn't know how to respond, her glasses briefly pressing against my cheeks as I held her like that. Eventually, she decided to reciprocate, her own tongue starting to flop around gormlessly in her mouth, clearly totally inexperienced.

I stole a stranger's first kiss, and she wasn't complaining at all. I broke off the kiss, then, smiling at her. Her cheeks were a faint shade of pink, and her eyes were locked on mine, a bit of a smudge to her glasses from where they'd pressed against my cheek. "I want to have s_e_x with you, Taylor," I repeated. She audibly swallowed, not knowing how to respond.

"If you want to go out-"

"No," I quickly responded, making her jerk in surprise. "I want to have s_e_x with you, Taylor. I want to take your v_i_r_g_i_n_i_t_y. I want to see you come." She hesitated as I spoke, clearly not quite sure if this was really what she wanted, but dearly tempted. I leaved forward, kissing her roughly again, and one hand reached down to her jeans, rubbing at her p_u_s_s_y through the fabric of them and her p_a_n_t_i_e_s. She squeaked into my mouth as I made out with her and played with her p_u_s_s_y, and then finally pushed me back. She swallowed again. "I really do, Taylor. This isn't a trick. I really, really want to f_u_c_k you."

"Wh-why?" She stammered, completely on the back foot.

I didn't tell her it was because I knew she was a parahuman. "I don't know. You're cute enough. I want to pop a girl's cherry," I decided on.

She hesitated, seeming to really strain to think it over, then quietly bit her lip and nodded. "My dad doesn't get home from work until late," she explained as she started to head out of the school. I followed.

* * *

Taylor's bedroom was plain, spartan, and boring, but she looked at me with an intensity that distracted from that fact. Her glasses framed her features in a way that wasn't unpleasant, and I gently reached for them by the corner, pulling them off and folding them up. How, exactly, to f_u_c_k her... my other hand slid along her side, and she responded positively, smiling nervously up at me, as if she still expected this to somehow be a trick. "I'll make sure it feels good," I promised, squeezing her tight a_s_s in my hand before starting to unzip and remove her jeans, letting her shuck them off, pale legs revealed to open air. They were nice, actually, long and slim, looking a lot better outside of her clothes than in them.

My hand then moved on to her p_a_n_t_i_e_s, starting to remove them, and she just nervously fidgeted for several seconds before speaking up. "Can I take off your clothes?"

I just let out a small snort and nodded, which made her blush but quickly move to start undoing my pants, going for my c_o_c_k as quick as she could, as if touching home base on that point meant that this wasn't fake s_e_x and nobody was going to jump out of her closet to make fun of her for thinking anybody would want to f_u_c_k her. When those slender, cool fingers of hers gripped my erect c_o_c_k, still constrained within my u_n_d_e_r_w_e_a_r, she let out a sigh of relief. I chuckled at that, really liking her responses. It was different from the confidence that Sophia and Emma had exuded, in a fun way. Maybe I'd have to provide a number of girls from this universe with the healing enthusiasm boost that my c_o_c_k could give?

I'd probably need to learn to fake an o_r_g_a_s_m, though, if it turned out that I couldn't come from most girls. Mm. Forget it. I collected a c_o_n_d_o_m from my back pocket, pulling down my u_n_d_e_r_w_e_a_r, and she just stared in awe as I quietly slipped it on, the rubber the only thing that would separate my c_o_c_k from the inside of her p_u_s_s_y in a few seconds.

She was n_a_k_e_d by now, petite b_r_e_a_s_ts topping her slim upper body, an untrimmed bush surrounding her glistening s_e_x. She did look better n_a_k_e_d, and not just in the normal way. I quietly directed her to lie on the bed, and got in between her legs, which soon parted to welcome me inside. This definitely was fun. My hands ran along her n_a_k_e_d body, up from her stomach to her t_i_t_s, gently playing with her n_i_p_p_l_es, starting to rub her c_u_n_t with my c_o_c_k as I did, stroking back and forth.

She was so pent up and eager, she was already quivering a bit beneath me, n_i_p_p_l_es hardening, her cheeks growing warm, the faintest hint of sweat appearing on her b_a_r_e skin as I shifted my length further downward, teasing my tip against her wet s_e_x. One hand went down to my c_o_c_k, and I slid into her gingerly. She was still a v_i_r_g_i_n, regardless of anything else. She bit her lower lip, a delicious little noise escaping her throat, as she was so very clearly trying her hardest not to come right then and there.

It was incredibly cute and s_e_xy, the kind of response you'd never have seen back in my original universe. I leaned over her, pressing my lips against hers, my thumb brushing against her c_l_i_t as I gently started to saw in and out. She couldn't help herself - she came hard on my c_o_c_k, her insides seeming to run up and down my length in an elaborate handjob, her breath hot against my mouth, rolling along my cheeks and skin. I broke off the kiss to stare down at her o_r_g_a_s_m face, and she was clearly incredibly embarrassed to have o_r_g_a_s_med so quickly, her eyes averting from mine the moment I broke off the kiss, her wavy hair flowing around her features.

I gripped her h_i_p_s, starting to f_u_c_k her with a gradually increasing force, slow pump-pumps, balls slapping against her ass. Each stroke was just a little harder, just a little faster, and she was straining so very hard not to come again, her eyes squeezed shut, her tight p_u_s_s_y wrapping around my d_i_c_k in miniature convulsions of p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e. I just smiled and pushed further, my thumbs reaching for her lower lips, brushing through her dark pubes to roll around her lower lips and c_l_i_t.

She came again in very short order. She was inexperienced, and no matter how hard she was trying not to come, it was simply impossible for her to do so. Her cheeks were vivid red in embarrassment, presumably from coming so quickly and easily, and I just upped my pace another tick, starting to really pound into her, smiling down at her. "You look really s_e_xy when you come," I told her, and her eyes widened, her lips parting, as if to speak. If it were possible, I'm sure her cheeks would have become even more red; as it was, that flush ran down her neck towards her b_r_e_a_s_ts instead. "The way your teeth dig into your lower lip enough that it looks almost like you're going to bleed."

She sputtered. "I, I'm not- s-sorry," she stammered out quickly, and I just upped my pace further inside her. "I'm trying, n-not too come, too fast," she panted, a bit of saliva escaping her mouth. I just laughed and got even harder with her, really starting to jackhammer her properly.

With a c_o_n_d_o_m between us, I wasn't in any danger of o_r_g_a_s_ming without warning, so I just enjoyed myself, enjoyed the girl beneath me, her cute n_a_k_e_d body laid b_a_r_e for me to enjoy as I grunted and thrust. "That's a good girl," I panted out the next time she came, squeezing her h_i_p_s just a little tighter, going hard inside her. "I love seeing you come like that," I g_r_o_a_n_e_d out, enjoying the way her thin body bounced so easily on my c_o_c_k. She might not have been as straightforwardly s_e_xy as Emma or Sophia, but her constant o_r_g_a_s_ming and the way she was so clearly embarrassed by it were rapidly growing on me.

I leaned down over her, kissing her, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She came a good dozen times before I came once, but I did come. She didn't seem to notice at first, interpreting my groaning and twitching as just more of the s_e_x, and I kept up the kiss the whole time. She only realized I had come when I broke off the kiss, pulling out of her and removing the c_o_n_d_o_m, tying it off as she just stared blankly at it, a heat to her cheeks. "You want it?"

"A-ah," she stammered out, her cheeks a vivid red. She finally shook her head no, looking away. I shrugged and tossed it in her garbage bin. She was still lying in the bed as I stood up to do so, then headed back over for my pants. "Thank you," she said, sounding hesitant. "I'm sorry if I wasn't that goo-" she paused as she saw me pull out another c_o_n_d_o_m, her eyes going wide. "More?"

"More," I told her, slipping the c_o_n_d_o_m on before getting right back into her tight cunt. I didn't bother with much in the way of build up this time, just taking full advantage. "Enjoy yourself to your heart's content, I like seeing you come so much," I told her honestly, and that pretty much immediately provoked another o_r_g_a_s_m from her, her back arching, her lips parting wide as a quiet squeal escaped her throat.

It felt really good, both the sense of p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e from her p_u_s_s_y, and the feeling of power as she responded so rapidly and intensely to my thrusts. Her cheeks were red again, her eyes casting around the room as if afraid just looking at me would make her come again. She'd drooled quite a bit in our first round, and some of that saliva was now trailing down her cheek. I just smiled down at her as I kept going. I wondered if my power had somehow changed my endurance, because I had gone for a long time with Emma, and it had been at least fifteen minutes with Taylor now. Probably longer, I figured, as I bottomed out and just rubbed my d_i_c_k all around inside her c_u_n_t, making her squeak, fingers digging into her bed for a moment to try to contain herself. I could tell her to come as much as she liked, but would I have listened if a girl told me that?

Obviously not, since she'd clearly been pleading with me with her eyes to come quickly inside her to save her the humiliation of coming so many times before the guy did even once. I really, really liked doing that, though, enjoying seeing her shake, the embarrassment each time, the way she tried her very best to hide the o_r_g_a_s_m, and the way she utterly failed due to her inexperience.

In any case, she was so distracted by the p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e, and the embarrassment, I realized that it made a great opportunity to try out my power on hers. As I slowly began to slide my c_o_c_k out of her p_u_s_s_y before thrusting it back in, I reached for her power. I could feel it, like a vast ocean, and I drew on that reserve. The sensation was incredible, intense, and she felt something too, by the way she twitched and squirmed even in her insensible state. Her lips opened and closed like a fish gasping for air as she shuddered beneath me in response, her eyes rolling around my body as if searching for the source of the new sensation.

For me, on the other hand, it was like I'd been starving my entire life and, in a minute or two of gorging myself, I'd suddenly gotten to feel what true satiation felt like. I g_r_o_a_n_e_d and almost came inside her as I simply shivered atop her, my hard c_o_c_k twitching in her tight p_u_s_s_y. It felt really, really f_u_c_k_i_n_g good, taking part of her power with mine, and it clearly provoked similar feelings from Taylor, given the way her eyelashes fluttered and she finally gave up on figuring out where the new feeling was coming from.

I could feel the power trying to make its way back to her, and I felt I could direct it, an intuitive sense of her own aura now coming into sharp focus. Push here, and her range increases; push there instead, and the sensory feedback increases; here, the control. I pushed a lot of it back inside her, swelling the range of her power - whatever it was - and combined with my hard f_u_c_k_i_n_g and the clearly intense p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e that taking the power had produced, she came like a maniac, screaming loudly beneath me, her back arching, her legs snapping around my h_i_p_s. Her body twitched, jerked, and she slithered and rolled about on my c_o_c_k, her eyes dimly rolling around. I came too, in that moment, groaning as I e_j_a_c_u_l_a_t_ed deep inside her - well, into the c_o_n_d_o_m, really, but still, I ground her against my pelvis with my hands on her h_i_p_s.

When her o_r_g_a_s_m finally ran out, she simply collapsed on the bed beneath me, seemingly unconscious. I took in several long breaths, staring down at her. Her mouth was open, tongue lolling out, drool escaping her mouth and splattering onto the sheets beneath her. I hadn't pushed everything back into her, some of it still burbling about inside me, but all I could do with it was push it into her. Maybe if another parahuman had been around, I could have pushed it into them, but there wasn't one.

There were things to do other than push her power back inside her, though. It felt like I could play with her body too. Fix it if it was broken, but other than her h_y_m_e_n, it wasn't. And I'm not fixing that, I thought with a smirk. I reached for her petite b_r_e_a_s_ts, quietly pushing my power against it, and her b_r_e_a_s_ts swelled a few cup sizes, from a pitiful A to a respectable D. I could feel it was only temporary, an investment of power that would return to its old level, and I s_u_c_k_e_d it back in, leaving her nearly flat once more.

I gave her what remained of her power inside of me, a quiet feeling of satisfaction at that, like when you pull off your socks at the end of the day, and pulled out of her cunt. I tied off the c_o_n_d_o_m again, tossing it on her belly - she had seemed interested in the other one - and collected my clothes again as she lay there on the bed, dead to the world. I quickly combed my hair in her bathroom with my hands, then headed out.

I felt really damn good. I'd f_u_c_k_e_d a v_i_r_g_i_n girl silly just by asking, and she'd apologized for being so s_e_n_s_i_t_i_v_e - which was really cute, honestly. I'd figured out what my power did, more or less. I could definitely have a lot of fun with it, with Taylor, Sophia... I wondered about the other capes in the city. Would one of them be interested in a groupie? Maybe somebody from New Wave, they were a bunch of hotties...

I got less than a block before Sophia slammed against me, seeming to appear from nowhere as she pushed my body up against the wall. Her eyes were manic as she stared at me, my cheek pushed against the wall, one of her hands on my wrist, holding it behind me, keeping me in place. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sophia snapped at me. "Did you just f_u_c_k that disgusting loser, s_l_u_t?"

I swallowed. Shit.