As Trent stood before the door to Courtney's house, he was both incredibly nervous and excited. The memory of Lindsay cornering him at Geoff's party and giving him a handjob was still fresh in his memory and it was still the single most erotic thing he'd ever experienced. The thought of having that hot, big boobed blonde and her brunette friend with the most amazing ass he'd ever seen was driving him wild. However, at the same time, he couldn't help but feel anxious. There was something odd about Courtney and how…upfront she was. Hadn't she early in the year been the one who reprimanded the school principal for allowing girls to walk around the school "dressed like sluts"? Why was she suddenly so aggressively horny? Every time these thoughts occurred to Trent, he thought of just calling the whole thing off…But then the image of Courtney and Lindsay, wearing nothing at all, kneeling at his feet and sucking on his dick came to him and all those disquieting thoughts went away.
Sighing deeply, he rang the bell. After about a minute of waiting, looking around in amazement at just how fancy Courtney's house was, the door opened and Trent was greeted by the sight of both the blonde and the brunette dressed like they'd just leaped out of one his masturbatory fantasies. Courtney was wearing a white lace bustier that pushed up her breasts to form a hypnotically alluring cleavage; a white, lacy thong that proudly displayed her amazing ass; and a set of white garters and stockings. Lindsay was wearing an identical lingerie set, but all in black.
"Hi Trent." They cooed in unison.
"Hi…girls…"
"Come in…"
The girls took the boy by the arms and pulled him into the house. Once he was inside, they both pressed up against him, smooshing their breasts against his arms while guiding him along the house.
"We're so, like, happy you're here, Trent." Lindsay said. "We've been waiting for you for, like, so long and we've been so lonely and horny…"
"You have?"
"So horny, Trent." Courtney assured. "All we could to while we waited was make out and have passionate, erotic lesbian sex with each other for hours on end."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. But now that you're here, you can fuck us with that big, manly cock of yours and finally make us feel satisfied."
"For real?"
"For real…"
Courtney reached for the hem of Trent's shirt, pulling it up. With his assistance, the brunette took his shirt off, tossing it aside as they walked.
"We're, like, so wet for you, Trent…"
"So hot and bothered…"
"Fill us with your cock, baby…"
"Please, we'll do anything for it."
"We need your cock…"
"Oh, I'll give it to you."
"Good…There's just one thing you have to do before you can…"
"What?"
The trio reached one of Courtney's guest rooms and the brunette pushed its door open, revealing Jasmine lying on a bed, wearing nothing but a pair of leopard print panties.
"Hey girls, you can't just leave me hangin' like that…" She cooed. "Come on, I love it when you smother me with your tit…who the hell is that guy?"
"Who's she?" Trent asked.
"Oh, Trent…Sit." Courtney ordered.
The brunette pushed the musician on the bed and he did as instructed, Jasmine moved aside from him and tried to cover herself up, crossing one arm over her breasts and putting another one over her panties. Trent briefly looked her up and down, causing the Australian girl to snarl at him.
"Don't ogle me, randy boy." She muttered.
"Oh…sorry…" Trent said, looking away.
"Court, Linds, what's happenin' here?"
"What's happening is that both of you are about to receive a very special offer. Slaves, enter!"
The guest room door opened once again and Brick, Zoey and Justin stepped inside. All three of them were wearing nothing except tiny leather underwear: leather speedos in the boys' case and a leather thong in Zoey's.
"What the bloody hell is goin' on here?" Jasmine gasped.
"Trent and Jasmine. Meet my harem." Courtney replied.
"What the hell?" Jasmine asked again.
"Zoey?" Trent asked, stunned.
"Hi…Trent…" Zoey replied, avoiding his eyes.
"Wait. You two know each other?" Courtney asked.
"Yeah…She's my best friend." Trent answered. "We've been friends since we were twelve."
"Well, that's unexpected…and interesting." Courtney said, grinning wickedly. "Zoey, straddle your best friend."
The red-haired girl did as she was told. She sauntered over to the musician and sat on his lap, putting her legs to either side of his torso and wrapping her arms around his neck. Stunned, the musician did nothing as his friend pressed her naked breasts against his bare chest and leaning her forehead against his.
"Zoey, what are you doing?!"
"I'm serving my Mistress." Zoey answered.
"Your what?"
"Her Mistress, Trent. Me. Zoey, Brick, Justin and Lindsay are my little pets." Courtney explained. "In exchange for their loyalty and obedience, I've introduced them to a world of pleasure they couldn't dream about…And now I'm making the same offer to you."
"Zoey, why are you doing this?"
"Because I want to, Trent. Before Mistress Courtney took me in, I always felt so lonely…and horny…But now I'm friends with all of these guys. Justin, Brick and I hang out all the time, even without our Mistress…and I'm always satisfied now…And you can be too…"
"This is crazy!"
The musician tried to get the shy girl off him, but she resisted and held on tightly. The boy continued trying to get her off him, but didn't struggle too much, since he was afraid of hurting her.
"No, it isn't, Trent."
"Zoey, do you think Trent is hot?" Courtney interrupted.
"Yes."
"For how long?"
"Years. Pretty much since we met…I've been in love with him for almost six years now, but I could never work up the courage to tell him. I always wear low cut tops and short-shorts around him to try and get him to notice me, but he never does. When he first started dating Gwen, my heart almost broke Every time I saw them kiss, I'd imagine that he was kissing me. One time I accidentally walked in on them doing it. When I got home after that, I just locked myself in my room and started crying."
"Oh my God, Zoey…I…I didn't know…"
"Trent, do you think your best friend is hot?" Courtney asked him.
"I…"
"Do you like her firm, plump breasts pressing against your chest?"
"I…don't…"
"Her tight, curvy ass resting on your cock?"
"I can't…"
"Her soft, kissable lips eagerly waiting for yours?"
"I…"
"Do you want to fuck your best friend's wet, waiting pussy?"
"God, yes!"
Courtney smiled deviously and backed away from the pair.
"Zoey, fuck Trent."
The shy girl kissed the musician fiercely, who reciprocated equally and started fondling her butt while they made out. Right next to them, Jasmine looked on in bewilderment and arousal. Even if she found the whole thing strange, she couldn't deny that seeing so many hot people half naked wasn't doing something for her. Courtney picked up on this and, taking advantage of the tall girl's distraction, she moved up behind her and wrapped her arms around her neck, pressing her breasts against the back of the Aussie girl's head.
"You liking this, Jas?" She cooed.
"Look Courtney, I came here to get groovy with two girls, not to join some bodgy sex cult. Yeah, it's kinda hot seein' guys in budgie smugglers and girls with their avos hangin' out, but I ain't about to become a carpet munchin' subby for it."
"You sure about that?"
"Bloody oath, I am!"
"Even if Lindsay and I smother you with our tits like you were begging us to do before?"
"I…Uh…Yes! You bet your bonzer bum I am!"
"Let's test that. Lindsay, give Jas a taste of your tits."
Jasmine was surprised as the blonde straddled her almost immediately after receiving her instructions. The Aussie girl tried to tell the blonde to stop but she was silenced when Lindsay shoved her right tit straight into her mouth and pressed her boobs against her face. Jasmine tried to complain but all she managed to do was suck and slobber on Lindsay's nipple, making the blonde moan and rub her breasts against her face even harder.
"You still don't want to do this, Jas?" Courtney asked. "Because I think you're enjoying this. I thin you're loving this. You can't tell me you don't have a little sub in you. The way you like getting tit smothered. The way you like facesitting. You love being underneath."
The brunette slid her hand down the other girl's body and slipped it inside her panties, rubbing her pussy.
"It's making you all wet. What do you think? Lindsay, let her talk."
The blonde popped her nipple out of the tall girl's mouth, but then pressed her breasts completely against her face, keeping her smothered in tits but able to talk, albeit in a muffled way.
"Alright, so I like it a bit, but I'm not gonna be a subby little slave like the rest of these guys!" She exclaimed.
Courtney giggled.
"OK, Jas. You know what? I like your spunk. I'm gonna make you a special deal. You don't have to be a complete sub. You can be a domme like me. You can play with my toys as if they were your own. Get your rocks off however you want."
"Wait…For real?"
"Yes…But you do have to be a sub to one person: Me. If you're a good, little slave to me, then you can be a domme with everyone else. You don't get to be called 'Mistress', though. That's only for me. Deal?"
Jasmine remained silent for a bit.
"Come on, Jazzy! I'll be your obedient, little, slutty bimbo, just like with Mistress. You can play with me whenever you want and I'll do anything you ask me too…" Lindsay cooed.
"Alright. Yes, I'll do it!"
"Yes what?" Courtney asked.
Jasmine sighed.
"Yes Mistress…"
"Say it again, without sighing."
"Yes Mistress."
"Perfect. I'm gonna go easy on you on this first time. Have some fun with Lindsay. I'll go play with my other toys." Courtney said as she got off the tall girl. "Brick, Justin, this pussy and this ass aren't gonna fuck themselves. I want you to hoist me up, sandwich me and fuck me standing."
"So Jazzy, what do you wanna…Woah!"
The blonde squeaked as the tall girl grabbed her and flipped her over on the bed so she was son top. The Aussie girl's mouth immediately found the blonde's neck and her hands got to her breasts just as fast.
"Alright, ya lil' minx. I've been fantasizin' 'bout these grouse bazoomas for months and you've been teasin' me with 'em for weeks, so for today, they belong to me!" Jasmine moaned as she kissed the other girl's neck.
"Oh yeah…Jazzy…Do, like, whatever you want with my boobies. You heard the Mistress. I'm, like, your little bimbo slut."
"Damn right y'are, ya hot sheila!"
Jasmine squeezed Lindsay's breasts very roughly. The Aussie girl's hands, much like the rest of her, were quite big, so she could easily grope most of Lindsay's colossal jugs with them, something that didn't go unnoticed by the blonde.
"OMG, Jazzy! Your hands are, like, so big…Strong! Grab my boobies harder!"
The tall girl complied happily, squishing Lindsay's funbags together tightly and pressing down on the nipples while rubbing them in harsh circles.
"If ya think m'hands are big, just wait 'till ya feel me licker eat out your Queensland." Jasmine giggled.
"I don't, like, know what any of that means! Just keep squeezing my titties, please!"
"My pleasure, Linds, but I wanna get to the good part."
The Australian girl got off her new pet and sat down in front of her. Jasmine pulled her legs over Lindsay's and slid against them. She spread her thighs as much as she could and sat on her pussy, moving down until their clits were touching. The tall girl gasped at the sudden contact, prompting the blonde to giggle.
"First time scissoring?" She asked.
"Yeah. Always wanted to give it a whirl." The Aussie girl replied.
"You'll love it!"
"Oh I bet! C'mere."
Never breaking contact between their pussies, Jasmine took the other girl by the hand and pulled their torsos together. After they wrapped their arms around each other, Jasmine slowly started grinding into the other girl, groaning as the contact between them overwhelmed her. Then the blonde started kissing her neck while pressing her breasts against the undersides of her own, and Jasmine really found herself agonizing with pleasure. What she would have given at that moment to be a little shorter, so that their breasts could be together nipple to nipple.
As the two girls scissored, the best friends fucked right next to them and the Mistress was double penetrated by her two boytoys nearby. The play date was underway.
On Friday morning, as Lindsay entered the school, the hallways were abuzz with chatter and discussion. Intrigued, the blonde approached the first familiar face she saw.
"Hi Bridge." She told her friend as she met her by her locker. "What's going on?"
"Hi Linds. The senior trip council election list just got closed. The final candidates have already been announced." The surfer girl replied.
"Cool. Who's, like, in it?"
"Well, there's me, for one, but there's also…"
"Like, oh my gosh, there's no way I'm not winning a seat in the council." A well-dressed, rather pudgy girl said to her friends as she walked by. "I always win at everything."
"…Taylor Kelly." Bridgette finished her sentence, bitterly. "Resident rich mean girl."
"You're gonna have to get used to it, then." Heather said, walking up to Taylor, grinning maliciously.
"Heather Wilson." Bridgette added. "Resident rich mean girl candidate number 2. Oh, sorry…I know you guys are friends…for some reason…"
"It's OK. Heather can be, like, pretty mean sometimes." Lindsay said.
The blonde and the surfer resumed watching the confrontation between the two rich girls, as had most of the people in that particular hall.
"Excuse me?!" Taylor replied.
"I'm just giving you a heads up, Tay-Tay." Heather condescended. "Don't be surprised if you don't make the cut. Not all of us can be hot and popular enough to get elected."
"Bitch, you wish your popularity and your hotness were as big as mine." Taylor growled.
"If it's as big as your dress size, then totally." Heather backfired. "Size 18, right?"
The shorter girl gasped.
"I'm a size 12, you skank!"
"Size 12 hams for breakfast, maybe." Amy, the cheerleader, laughed as she approached, accompanied by her sister and her boyfriend.
"And introducing rich mean girl candidate number 3: Amy Olsen." Bridgette murmured to her friend. "Along with her twin, Sammy, and her boyfriend, Topher."
"Yeah, I, like, totally know them." Lindsay told her. "I met him cause he's, like, in the football team with Tyler and them at the party the other night. They seemed really close."
"If you mean that Amy's boot is really close to Sammy's face, then yeah, they're close." Bridgette mumbled.
"You wanna stir up shit too, clone zone?" Taylor told the newcomer.
"To beat you, ham gams? I don't have to. I'm head cheerleader. I don't even have to run to win. Isn't that right, guys?"
Prompted by the cheerleader's request, most of the hall started cheering loudly.
"See? I'm not trying to stir up shit. I'm just trying to not let you get your hopes up. Daddy can't buy every victory for you."
"Oh, you do not wanna bring up Daddy getting things for you, Miss 'My Dad is Friends with the coach which is the only reason why I got to be head cheerleader'." Taylor fired back.
"Is that you trying a comeback, Miss Piggy?" Heather shot back.
"Ladies, ladies…There's no need to be so uncivil." A tall, dark-haired boy approached the group.
"Alejandro Burromuerto. Another candidate." Bridgette whispered to the blonde.
"Bite me, Al." Heather growled at him.
"Heather, I know our time together this summer ended on some very unhappy terms, but I hope that you can be fair enough to allow a clean, healthy electoral competition between us. No dirty moves or cheap ploys. How's that sound?" The spaniard asked, only half condescendingly.
"It sounds like you talking out of your ass." Heather told him. "You not playing dirty? I'd believe Queen Hippo over there is a size 12 before I'd believe that."
"You wanna take this outside, slut?!" Taylor yelled.
"Not now, Porky O'Donnell. Actual hot people are talking." Heather sneered.
"So, you still think I'm hot?" Alejandro snickered.
"I also still think you're a man-whore." Heather snarked.
"Well, isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?" Alejandro snarked right back.
"You know, it always comes down to name calling with you people." A new voice chirped in.
Everyone in the hall turned to look at the source of said new voice. Noah approached the arguing group of candidates, accompanied by a large, fat, blonde boy and a redheaded girl in lime green clothing.
"Well, you already know Noah." Bridgette told Lindsay. "He's running too. Jeez, is every candidate going to conveniently show up in this hall?"
"Who're those two?" Lindsay asked.
"That's his best friend, Owen, and that's one of his on-off girls, Izzy." Bridgette replied.
"Name calling, slut shaming, fat shaming. Dirty trick after dirty trick. This senior class need somebody with some actual brains and strategy to arrange a senior trip for them." Noah said, smugly looking over all his arrivals.
"Great. Having one man-whore in the room just wasn't making it sleazy enough. Thank God you arrived, Noah." Heather laughed.
"Classy as ever, sweetie. Is your ass still sore from the last time I was in a room with you?" Noah fired, provoking a gasp from the crowd.
"Are your balls still sweaty?" Heather shot back, eliciting some whoops and cheers.
"Like I said…Classy."
"Jesus, Noah, doesn't your neck ever get tired from looking down from that high horse?" Amy chided.
"I don't know, Amy. Does your neck ever get tired from looking down from your sister's shoulders?" Noah replied. "Or are you using her as a foot-stool now?"
"She doesn't actually make me carry her around, that's just a ru…"
"Shut up, Samey!" Amy snapped at her sister, who obeyed immediately.
"Hit the nail on the genetically identical head there, didn't I?" Noah boasted.
"Hey, don't talk about nailing my girl, bro!" Topher threatened, menacingly stepping in front of Noah.
"You didn't do very well at listening comprehension in kindergarten, did you? As I was saying before, this election needs some brains at the forefront."
"Brains aren't any good if you don't have the responsibility and maturity to use them properly, Noah." Courtney said, interrupting on the scene.
"Well, you already know Courtney." Bridgette whispered to Lindsay. "Also in the election."
"And I suppose you're this paragon of responsibility that will show us the way." Noah muttered.
"Certainly more than you, or the rest of these people." Courtney said. "I'm Captain of the Volleyball Team, Head of the Debate Club, Leader of the Music Club, President of the Young Entrepreneur Society and I'm have a perfect academic track record. If elected, I will manage the trip funds responsibly and ensure they're well spent on a fun senior trip that benefits everyone…Not just a bunch of stuck-up, snobby, popular jerks."
Surprisingly, this actually earned quite a bit of clapping and cheering from those gathered around the scene.
"Yeah, and where are you going to make this 'fun, responsible trip'? The library? The museum? Some place with, like, a historical society of something?" Amy asked mockingly.
"Yeah right, Courtney. You've got as much of an idea of fun as Lady Porks-A-Lot has an idea of healthy dieting." Heather added.
"I'll take you down, bitch!" Taylor threatened.
"With your fat rolls? Oh God, you actually could beat me to death with those! Please, have mercy!" Heather begged sardonically.
"Shut up!" Taylor yelled at her. "I'm not fat!"
"And I'm not boring!" Courtney interrupted.
"Oh yeah. Debate club and entrepreneur societies. The hallmarks of teenage fun." Noah snarked.
"If only you guys…Ugh! I'm not boring and I can get you all a good senior trip, not just these jerks! That's all you need to know!" Courtney bellowed.
"Guys, mellow out. There's no need to get so tense." Geoff said, walking into the circle of quarrelling candidates. "Besides, if there's somebody who can make sure we all get a cool senior trip, it's me. I mean, come on, you can't tell me you all don't have a sick time at my parties!"
The crowd erupted with cheers. Bridgette, on the other hand, sighed.
"…And like I told you the other day, Geoff is running too." She told her blonde friend. "I think I better go now."
"Wait, don't you wanna, like, pitch in and tell people why they should, like, vote for you?" Lindsay asked, stopping her.
"No. Not right now. I just don't want to deal with him." The surfer girl replied, before walking away.
Lindsay looked on in concern and briefly considered following her friend to comfort her, but her attention was taken by somebody else breaking into the candidate circle.
"Silence, fools! None of you can properly arrange a good senior trip for the rest of us!" The guy exclaimed.
He was a very short, stubby guy, wearing what looked like a grey lab coat and lab pants. He had black hair with a very strange tinge to it, which made it look almost purple. Next to him was a tall redhead who was dressed like an especially conservative librarian.
"And who are you supposed to be?" Alejandro asked. "Dr. Evil?"
"I am Max E. Blofeld and I represent the common student. The unpopular student!" The guy replied. "And this is my henchgirl, Scarlet."
"Your what?" Taylor asked, confused.
"He means I'm his girlfriend." Scarlet corrected him.
"Oh, yes…That's right. That's what I meant." Max said. "Anyway…I represent the common student! Don't let yourselves be fooled by these pretty people and their pretty promises, fellow students! They're all cool kids! Cheerleaders, rich girls, players, preppies and party dudes! They don't represent you! They all represent themselves! Put me in the trip council, however, and you'll have a voice that is exactly like your own! Average! Unassuming! Normal! For I am a normal student, just like you! Nothing out of the ordinary about me! I'm just like you!"
Against the expectations of all the cool kids he'd just denounced, Max's little speech was met with adoration from the student masses, who cheered on and high-fived him once he was done.
"Come on, henchgirl…I mean, girlfriend. Let's go to class and do other normal student things! Max exclaimed as he walked away, followed by a large chunk of the crowd.
"Sure, Max." The redhead said, deadpan, and followed suit.
As the crowd moved away, the arguing candidates saw no purpose in further humiliating and berating each other, so they went their separate ways. Left alone in the hall, Lindsay did so as well. After getting to her net class, the blonde opened her notebook and went straight to one of the last places. There she made a small list: Taylor, Amy, Alejandro, Noah, Geoff and Max. Next to each name, she wrote the word "weakness(?)". The blonde didn't particularly know what to do with this and only made the list and scrawled down that word next to each name because she'd seen the main character of the movie Cruel Girls do it when she had to sabotage somebody. Lindsay had absolutely no clue about how to find out somebody's weakness.
"I guess I can just, like, focus on getting votes for Bridge, Mistress and Heather and I can worry about sabotaging the others, like, later…But how am I gonna do that later? Ugh, we'll worry about it later, Linds. That's why it's, like, for later." She thought.
Then, Lindsay's phone vibrated. The blonde pulled it out of her purse, checked it and saw that Harold had sent her a text.
"Wanna come to my house after class today to finish the project?" It said.
"Totes. Sounds fun :D." She replied.
"Cool. I'm leaving class a bit earlier today. Gotta take care of a few things. Come to my place once you're done. I'll text you the address." He texted back.
":)" She concluded.
Lindsay out down her phone and smiled. First target acquired.
Class had ended rather uneventfully, especially when compared to the multi-candidate deathmatch of wits that had occurred in the hallway that morning. Lindsay made her way back to her house and immediately set about trying to find the best clothes she could for seducing Harold to vote for whoever she wanted. The blonde stood in front of her bedroom mirror, trying on outfit after outfit, in order to find the perfect set. Unable to make up her mind, she slumped down on the bed, frustrated.
"OK Lindsay, you have to, like, seduce a guy to do what you want…On your own. Gosh, I've never really, like, done this before. I've always had Mistress Courtney to, like, guide me on this stuff." Lindsay thought to herself. "OK, think Lindsay, what can we, like, do? Um…Maybe we can do, like, whatever Mistress Courtney would do. Yeah! That! What would Mistress Courtney do?"
Lindsay thought about this as hard as she could, summoning the voice of her domineering Mistress, trying desperately to think like her.
"Lindsay!" The blonde's Inner Courtney told her. "It's OK if you can't do this on your first try. You've never done this on your own before. If you can't handle it, I won't be mad."
"No, wait…That doesn't sound like Mistress Courtney at all." Lindsay said.
"Lindsay!" Inner Courtney barked. "Are you wearing a shirt to go seduce a guy? A shirt? You have to slut it up! Put on a tube top, right now!"
"Yes Mistress!" Lindsay said, aloud.
Immediately, the blonde realized what she'd done.
"Wow, I, like, really convinced myself there." She giggled.
"Why are you still wearing that shirt, Lindsay?" Inner Courtney interrupted her. "I told you to put on a tube top! A tiny one! I don't want a single guy to look you in the eyes today! If they don't all stare right at your tatas when they talk to you, you've failed at slutdom!"
Following her imaginary Mistress' orders, Lindsay put on a tiny pink tube top with the word "JUICY" written in white, block letters across her breasts. For her bottoms, she chose a pair of tiny jean shorts that barely reached her thighs and left visible butt cleavage. At first she figured she'd go without any panties, but eventually figured that a tiny, pink G-string that was would look hotter. She also put on a tight, strapless white bra, to push up her cleavage. To finish out the outfit, she chose a pair of very tall pink stilettos and a cute, pink headband.
"What do you think, Mistress?" Lindsay thought, as she looked herself in the mirror.
"Mmm, Lindsay, you look hot!" Lindsay's Inner Courtney replied. "If I weren't a figment of your imagination, I'd dive between your legs and eat you out in a second!"
"Aww, thanks Mistress."
"Now, come on. We have a poindexter to fuck!"
"Yes Mistress!"
The blonde left her house and started walking over to the dork's house, following the instructions he'd texted her. Along the way, just as she figured, every guy she crossed paths with stared quite blatantly.
"I think the outfit's working, Mistress!" Lindsay thought.
"It sure is, Lindsay." Inner Courtney replied. "Remember though, you can't come off too strong with Harold. He's dweeby dork who's probably never even touched a girl's hand. If a hot piece of ass like you comes onto him too easily, he'll get scared or, worse yet, he'll realize you've got an ulterior motive before he's too horny to overlook it. So tease him until he's horny enough to be…easily swayed. Don't be too obvious, though. I mean, you've got some leeway to be obvious because you're a ditzy bimbo and everyone knows it, so if you squeeze your tits in front of him a couple times, he might just think that's you being you…But don't outright say you wanna fuck him. Understood?"
"Yes Mistress!"
"Good."
By the time Lindsay's conversation with her mental representation of her Mistress was over, she was already quite close to Harold's home. After a few more minutes of walking, she got there. Harold's house was a small but cozy looking suburban home, with little in the way of exterior decoration, but enough cleanliness and order to be picturesque and inviting. Lindsay rang the doorbell and was surprised to hear the Superman theme song play out of it. Delighted, the blonde kept on pressing the buzzer to hear the theme play, until she was interrupted by a voice coming from inside.
"Gosh, cut it out! I'm going!" Harold exclaimed,
When the red-haired boy opened the door, his eyes were immediately drawn to Lindsay's blatantly displayed chest, just as the blonde expected.
"Hi Harry!" She giggled.
"Hi…" The ginger boy replied, absentminded and still staring, quite unsubtly, at the girl's cleavage.
"You like my shirt?" Lindsay asked, feigning innocence.
"What? Oh…Oh yeah!" Harold tried to lie. "It's so pretty…and pink."
"What do you like about it?"
"Oh…Um…The…Uh…The writing. It's so…pretty…"
"I know, right?" Lindsay said. "It says 'JUICY'. That way everyone will know that's what my titties are. Juicy!"
"Oh, I bet they are…" Harold muttered.
"What was that?" Lindsay asked, feigning ignorance once again.
"Nothing!" Harold yelped. "Nothing."
"Really? I'm pretty sure you said something after I told you about how juicy my titties are."
"I really didn't say anything." Harold insisted. "You wanna go to my room, so we can work on the science project?"
"Um…Sure."
The dork started leading the disappointed blonde through the house. She really figured such a direct reference to her boobs would cause a bigger reaction. Lindsay could tell that he was clearly horny, but he hadn't even popped a boner yet, even though he'd gotten a good, long glance at her breasts. She'd have to up the ante.
Passing the living room and a small bathroom, the pair got to Harold's room. Once inside, Lindsay was rather impressed. Among the science stuff, like a whiteboard covered in mathematical formulas, telescopes and beakers, the boy had a surprisingly large collection of memorabilia. Lindsay couldn't place most of it, since a lot of it revolved around video games, sci-fi movies and other stuff that she wasn't familiar with, but she did manage to make out a whole lot of comic book stuff. A Justice League poster hung on the wall right next to the boy's bed; a Batman cowl hung from one of his bedposts; a bookshelf housed a whole bunch of small Marvel figurines, including some of Lindsay's favorites, like Thor, Black Widow, Captain America, Spider Man, Black Cat, Rogue, Captain Marvel and Mystique; a pair of Hulk gloves was lying on top of a bunch of boxes labeled "Silver Age issues"; and a whole bunch of other stuff. Most interesting of all, however, was a pair of costumes that hung from a coatrack in the corner. Lindsay placed them immediately. It was a Riddler and a Power Girl costume.
The blonde approached the coat rack and pulled the Power Girl outfit off it, inspecting it closely.
"Wow, this is, like, awesome!" She giggled.
"Yeah. It was the costume I told you about. I had it made for my girlfriend, Ellody, before she and I broke up." The boy explained. "We were gonna go to FanCon together, along with a couple of my friends and a couple of hers…Not anymore though."
"Awww, what happened?" Lindsay asked.
"She was offered a special grant to participate in a junior study in Switzerland. She's gonna be participating in it and studying there, so she won't be back for over a year." Harold answered. "She said it was best if we 'split up preemptively' since 65% of long distance relationships end in failure and she didn't like those odds."
"That's so sad…I'm sorry."
The blonde hugged Harold tightly, deliberately pulling his face into her cleavage. Lindsay held him in place for a few seconds; only releasing him once he started to squirm nervously. Contrary to what she expected, Harold didn't continue to stare at her breasts once he was released. Rather, he turned around and looked away from her.
"Um…OK…Let me get the mouse and the maze…" He bumbled, scuttling over to his closet.
"Crud." Lindsay muttered.
"Seriously Lindsay?" Inner Courtney scolded her. "A boob hug? That's all you've got? You've already given him a bunch of those during science class by mistake. He's already plenty used to that. You have to try harder, Lindsay…and by harder, I mean sluttier. Tease him for real!"
The boy pulled the maze out of his closet and laid it down on the floor. Then he went for a mid-sized cage that was resting on his desk. From there, he got the little mouse that he and Lindsay had been using for the project, Mr. Squeaky Fingers, and set him down at the start of the maze.
"I've actually been taking care of a lot of the training and conditioning myself." Harold told her. "We just need to make sure everything works out fine, which should't take too long."
"Oooh, Mr. Squeaky! How are you, little guy?" Lindsay asked.
The blonde bent over to look down at the mouse, but she also made sure to keep her head up, giving Harold a full view of her abundant cleavage hanging down. Of course, the dork noticed and became entranced once again, gawking very unsubtly at his lab partner's tatas.
"See something you like, Harry?" Lindsay asked, giggling teasingly.
"Huh? Oh! N-No! N-N-Nothing! Just…Um…Looking at the…Uh…Wall! The wall over there, behind you! I was looking at it because…Uh…I thought I'd seen a…Ah…A spider! Yeah, that's what I was doing! I wasn't looking at you, I was looking at a spider I thought I saw on the wall behind you!"
"You sure?"
"YES! Gosh, Lindsay! Why do you have to question me? I told you, I was looking at the wall!"
"OK…Sure…"
Lindsay may have been gullible…but not that gullible. Still, she was rather surprised that the boy hadn't replied frankly there. She'd been pretty forward! She'd even giggled when asking him that obviously inviting question. There was no way he could have mistaken her tone…Or could he?
"He totally could, Lindsay." Inner Courtney reprimanded her. "The guy is a giant dork and you're the hottest girl in the school. The last thing that he'll think of is that you wanna fuck him. You have to be even more obvious or he won't pick up on it."
"OK, let me show you what I've been woking on. There might still be a bit of work left to do, but hopefully it's already been enough."
The boy put a bit of cheese at the end of the maze and then opened the small door that kept the mouse from leaving the maze's entrance. Immediately, the mouse bolted out the door and made its way through the maze, making every correct turn and decision, until it wound up at the end, right where the cheese was.
"Awesome! He did it right!" Harold cheered.
"That's so cute!" Lindsay giggled.
"Let's try it one more time, just to make sure it wasn't a fluke."
Harold picked up the mouse again and set him down back at the start of the maze. Once again, the mouse bolted through the starting door and made every right decision, quickly getting to the end of the maze and the cheese.
"Well, that's it!" Harold cheered. "I didn't think it was already finished, but there you go!"
"Yay! Cool! We should celebrate!" Lindsay exclaimed. "Do you have any more of those cheery drink thingies?"
"Yeah. Gimme a sec."
Harold walked to a mini fridge in a corner of his room and produced a pair of his mom's cherry drinks from it, keeping one for himself and handing the other one to the blonde.
"To a well-done assignment" Harold toasted.
"Totally." Lindsay replied.
Both took a large sip of their cherry drinks.
"OK, I'm gonna start putting this away." Harold said. "I'm sorry I made you come all the way over here. I was sure there was still more work to do."
"Oh, it won't be, like, a total waste, Harry." Lindsay giggled.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing…"
Lindsay took another sip of her cherry drink. As she did so, she saw a delightful opportunity to get the boy to finally catch onto what she was doing. As she took the next zip, Lindsay let a good chunk of the cherry drink to spill out of her mouth and pour straight down onto her chest.
"Oh my Gosh, I totally, like, made a mess!" Lindsay said, faking aggravation.
"Crap. Well, this stuff happens." Harold said. "Let me get you some tissues."
"No, don't worry, Harry. I'll just shake it all off."
The blonde stood up, shook her breasts a little and then proceeded to start jumping in place repeatedly, making her breasts jiggle and bounce all over the place. As expected, the nerd stared in aroused awe at the blonde's bouncing boobies, praying silently that the tube top wouldn't hold and those colossal melons would slip out. Unfortunately for him, they did not. Nonetheless, he could still enjoy the spectacle of watching those glorious globes bounce even while they were covered.
Once she felt it had gone on long enough, Lindsay stopped bouncing. Then she looked directly at Harold, expecting some kind of comment or suggestion from him. However, such a response did not occur and the pair remained in awkward silence for a few seconds.
"OMG, how is he still not trying to make a move or, like, say anything after that?" Lindsay thought to herself.
"You're still thinking too small, Lindsay." Inner Courtney scolded. "You're just showing him your tits. You need to give him some contact. Make him feel those giant marshmallows and he'll be putty in your hands!"
"Hmm, looks like that didn't get it off. Can you get me those tissues, Harry?" Lindsay asked, changing strategy.
"Huh? Oh…Yeah…Sure."
The boy went over to his desk and pulled open one of the drawers. He dug inside for a bit and then pulled out a small box of tissues. Getting a few of them out, he walked over to the blonde and tried to hand them over to her.
"Oh, could you please wipe it off for me? I can't actually, like, see where the stains are."
"W-What?" Harold asked, stuttering nervously. "C-Couldn't you just wipe the area as a whole t-to g-get it off?"
"Please? I'd rather you do it…" Lindsay asked again, pouting.
"O-O-OK…"
The ginger boy held up one of the tissues and put it to Lindsay's chest. Then he started to very lightly and gently clean the top of her breasts with it, making sure not to actually touch the boob himself. Lindsay frowned at this.
"You're not scrubbing hard enough to, like, get it off. Here, let me help you."
Lindsay took the boy's hand in her own and pressed it to her tit. The move caught Harold off guard. Just as Lindsay grabbed his hand, he had opened his palm a bit to move the tissue between his fingers, so when Lindsay pressed his hand to her chest, it was completely open and his palm ended straight up groping the girl's boob. Lindsay hadn't intended for this to happen, but she was glad that it did. The blonde held the boy's hand in place, groping her breast and then made him rub and squeeze it very roughly. While she did this, she looked down at the boy's pants and was happy to see that he was finally sporting an erection, though she couldn't quite tell how stiff it was, since his pants were very tight and held it down. Still, progress was progress. She moved Harold's hand to the side and made him start "cleaning" her other tit.
Once she'd finished making Harold clean her, Lindsay let go of his hand, waiting for the boy to clutch her breast and start groping it on his own. Much to her surprise, however, the dork once again did not act on her obvious advances. Instead, he let go of her boob and turned away from her, stuttering semi-coherently.
"O-OK. You're c-c-clean now! Let's get b-b-b-back to packing!"
Lindsay pouted and Inner Courtney began ranting again.
"Jesus! Is this guy thick or just a pussy? You're practically spreading your legs and yelling 'get in there' and he still hasn't gone for it!" She growled. "You're gonna have to bring out the big guns."
"Haven't I already?" The blonde replied, in thought.
"You've used the big guns, but you haven't brought them out yet. Get down to your bra and if he's still not all over you after that, just get your tits out and tell him to fuck you stupid."
"But, like, what about not being too obvious so I don't scare him or feel used?"
"Well, we don't really have any choice left. At this rate, you could spend a full year grinding against this geek and making him grope your tits and he still wouldn't pick up on anything. Just go for broke." Inner Courtney sighed.
"OK Mistress."
Lindsay looked down at Harold. He was busy separating the different pieces of the maze, getting ready to put them away. Lindsay sauntered over to the end of the maze opposite to where Harold was. The boy kept his gaze fixed on the maze, clearly trying to avoid looking at the blonde. Frowning, Lindsay pondered what excuse she could give to take off her top. When she saw a small bead of sweat roll down Harold's forehead, she thought of the perfect one.
"Gosh, it's, like, totally hot in here!" Lindsay complained, fanning herself. "You mind if I take my top off?"
"W-What?!" Harold exclaimed, looking up at her.
"Thanks, Harry!"
The blonde pulled the small zipper down on her tube top and then pulled it off, showing her gigantic breasts to the boy, concealed only by a very small, strapless white bra. Lindsay smiled cheekily as Harold stared at her nearly naked chest, transfixed by her nipples, which poked through the fabric quite noticeably. Obfuscating cluelessness, she closed her eyes and started stretching her arms, thrusting her chest out lewdly while moaning gently.
"OMG, that feels, like, so much better!" She exclaimed.
When the blonde opened her eyes, the ginger boy's were still glued to her melons. Giggling, Lindsay played it up further.
"Harry, you look, like, so tense."
"Huh?"
"Here, let me, like, give you a massage."
Lindsay towards the nerd and gently eased him off his crouching position. Then, she sat him on his bed and moved behind him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled herself into him, pressing her crotch against his lower back and her tits against the back of his head. When his head almost completely swallowed by her cleavage, Lindsay heard the boy gulp loudly, which made her giggle once again. She put her hands on the boy's shoulders and started gently massaging them, making sure to constantly rub her boobs against his head with every squeeze of her palms.
"Oooh, Harry, your shoulders feel so tough!" Lindsay exclaimed. "Have you been, like, working out?"
"W-Well…A bit…"
"Mmm, it shows!"
"Yeah?"
"Totally! You're getting these big, strong shoulders. The kind you can hold a girl, like, really tight with while you're showing her a good time…"
"C-C-Cool…"
"Do you show girls a good time a lot, Harry?"
"Um…N-Not a lot…Ellody and I h-h-had a g-good time together, b-but she's the only girlfriend I ever h-h-h-had…"
"Aww, that's too bad. I'm sure there's lots of girl who'd wanna show a smart, funny guy like you a good time." Lindsay said, actually meaning it.
"Y-You think?"
"Sure!"
A few seconds of awkward silence ensued, while Lindsay kept rubbing the boy's shoulders with her hands and the back of his head with her boobs. By this point, Lindsay was starting to get very frustrated.
"So, do you feel lonely without Ellody, Harry?"
"Um…Yeah…I liked her a lot…"
"That's so sad…I feel lonely too sometimes."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah…I don't see Tyler that much anymore and I feel so lonely without him. Some nights I just, like, lie in bed, feeling so lonely. So very, very lonely. I toss and I turn, wishing somebody were there to, like, keep me company. Wishing some guy would accompany me…Accompany me hard. Wishing he'd accompany me hard all night long! But nobody does…And I keep feeling lonely. In fact, I'm lonely right now…"
Lindsay paused, waiting for Harold's response and when it came…it was deeply unsatisfying.
"That sucks." He said.
This pushed Lindsay over the edge. Frustrated and shocked that somebody could be so oblivious or hesitant, the blonde got off the bed and stood in front of Harold, glaring at him.
"Harry, do you, like, wanna fuck me or not?" She asked, angry.
"W-What?"
"Well, cause I've been, like, throwing myself at you all afternoon. Shaking my titties, making you touch them and taking my top off…and you don't, like, do anything. So now I'm think that maybe you, like, don't wanna fuck me. Do you?"
"Um…Yeah…Yeah! I do! I really do!"
"Good, cause I wanna fuck you too!"
"For real?!"
"Yeah!"
Lindsay leaned forward onto him, bracing herself against the boy's shoulders and putting her face a couple inches away from his. However, she left enough distance for Harold to still be able to look down and ogle her hanging boobs.
"You ever touch a girl's boobies, Harry?"
"Well…When you let me, today…"
"No, but I mean, like, really touch 'em. Did you ever make out with a girl and just, like, grab a big handful of her boobs?"
"Um…I kinda copped a feel of Ellody's a couple times…"
"You ever see 'em?"
"No…"
"Ever have a girl suck your dick?"
"No…"
"Are you a virgin?"
"Yes…"
"You want me to make you a man, Harry?"
"Yes, please…"
Lindsay smiled, pushed against Harold's shoulders so she would be standing straight again and moved around Harold, getting behind him on the bed again. Starting to hesitate about this next part, the blonde called on her Inner Courtney once more, thinking about how her Mistress would do this.
"Well, maybe you can…On, like, one small condition."
"A condition?" Harold hesitated.
"Oh, it's, like, nothing much, really. I just need you to vote for Bridgette for the senior trip council and tell your friends to, like, do the same."
"Wait…You wanna fuck me in exchange for a vote?"
"Yes. You have, like, a problem with that?"
"Um…Well…I…I'd rather a girl fucked me for, well, for me, but…given the odds of that happening…I guess…I guess not…" Harold mumbled.
"Then there's, like, no issue with you voting for Bridgette."
"Well…I was gonna vote for Max…Cause he represents the people. The uncool people."
"Oh, Harry…" Lindsay sighed.
The blonde draped her arms over the boy's shoulders from behind and then leaned her chest against his head, squishing her giant boobs against the back of it. Harold inhaled deeply.
"Do you know how big they are, Harry?"
"Yeah…Everyone in school does…"
"Say it then…"
"G-cups. Giant G-cups…"
"Giant, soft, juicy G-cups, Harry. Almost as big as, like, your head. You every thought about fucking 'em, Harry?"
"Yeah…"
"You ever touch yourself thinking about that?"
"Yeah…"
"Thinking about my giant, juicy G-cups. Thinking about me kneeling in front of you, wrapping my big, fat knockers around your dick and fucking you with them. Picturing me sucking on your cock every time it pops out of my cleavage and letting you cum all over me. You ever picture that?"
"So many times…"
"Then tell me, Harry. What's more important? Voting for, like, some guy who, like, maybe you like…or getting your cock between my giant, juicy, jiggling G-cups?"
"G-cups."
"Good…"
Lindsay walked around Harold again and stood in front of him. Then, she undid her bra clasp and let the garment fall to the floor, baring her enormous jugs for the dork.
"Oh gosh…" Harold gasped. "They're beautiful…" Harold said, entranced.
"…And they're all yours for today. You can do, like, whatever you want with me, Harry. This one time, like, of course. I'm gonna fuck you now and you're gonna, like, vote for Bridgette and tell your friends to do the same. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Good."
"OK…I have some ideas…"
The boy stood up and undid his belt buckle before starting to take off his pants. Lindsay noticed that he was having some difficulty with this second part and wondered why. However, said wondering was short lived, as the reason for the difficulty became quite clear once Harold got his pants off.
His dick was huge. The biggest Lindsay had ever seen. It was a giant, girthy, thick beast of a cock, standing proudly at ten inches long. Lindsay stared at the dork's monster rod in complete amazement, which didn't go unnoticed by the boy.
"What is it?"
"OMG, HARRY!"
"What?"
Lindsay fell to her knees, grabbed the cock and gave it a long teasing lick up the shaft, before taking the head into her mouth.
"OH GOSH!"
"Harry, this is, like, the biggest cock I've ever seen!"
"Really?"
"It's huge! And so thick! OMG, I wanna fuck this thing, like, so bad!"
"You do?"
"Totally!"
"Oh…Cool…"
"So, you said you had, like, some ideas…"
"What? Oh right! Yeah, I have an idea. How do you feel about doing it while cosplaying?"
"You mean, like, fucking you while we're wearing costumes?"
"Yeah, but not just dressing up in costume…I mean, acting out a smut scene while dressed as the characters."
"That sounds kinda, like, weird, but I think I can, like, get into it!"
"Great, because I already have some costumes and a scene ready."
"You do?"
"Yeah…You can wear Ellody's Power Girl costume and the scene, well, it's from a fanfic I wrote a while back."
"OK…"
"Just wait a bit…"
Ten minutes later, Harold and Lindsay stood in the middle of his room, but now both of them were in fully costume. Harold was dressed like the Riddler, wearing a light green three piece suit with a large, dark green question mark embroiled in the back, a bowler hat with a similar, smaller question mark on the front, a matching light green tie with a question mark, a white shirt and matching dark green shoes and fingerless gloves. His outfit was custom tailored for him, so it fit perfectly. Lindsay's costume, on the other hand, didn't really. She was dressed like Power Girl, with a white leotard (featuring the costume's infamous boob window), a red cape hung from her left shoulder and a string that rode under her right arm, knee-high blue boots and long, blue gloves. However, Ellody was clearly shorter and less curvy than her, so, her giant G-cup tits were squeezed very tightly into the outfit, with quite a lot of boob flesh overflowing through the boob window, and the leotard's bottom, which was meant to mostly cover her butt, rode up her ass like a thong, leaving her cheeks pretty much completely exposed.
Nonetheless, Lindsay loved the outfit.
"Oh my Gosh, this costume is so cute!" Lindsay exclaimed. "And this booby window is, like, such a great idea! I can keep my titties fresh but also, like, keep my shoulders warm! I should start wearing more stuff like this."
"Gosh, Lindsay! Stay in character!" Harold exclaimed.
"Oh, right…Sorry. Start again, Harry." She apologized.
Harold cleared his throat and launched into an over the top evil laugh.
"Finally, I, The Riddler, with my superior intellect, have taken control of Power Girl's mind!" He exclaimed.
"Yes, Master Riddler." Lindsay cooed. "I, like, live to serve you…"
"Wait, what's with that delivery?" Harold asked.
"What?" Lindsay replied.
"You're supposed to be hypnotized. You have to be deadpan, so it'll come off like you don't have a mind of your own anymore." Harold instructed.
"Gee, Harry, I don't know." Lindsay told him. "I mean, I, like, get what you're getting at, but, like, wouldn't it be better if, instead of, like, being a mindless slave, Power Girl were, like, super attracted to the Riddle guy because of his hypno thingy? That way she could, like, do sexy and things and be all, like, totally hot and seductive. I just think it would make the scene, like, a lot sexier."
"Yeah, I guess it would be." Harold conceded.
"Wanna try it again?"
"Yeah, let's…"
Harold cleared his throat once more and launched into another bout of evil laughter.
"Finally, I, The Riddler, with my superior intellect, have taken control of Power Girl's mind!" He proclaimed again.
"Yes, Master Riddler." Lindsay giggled, kneeling in front of Harold. "I, like, live to serve you…"
"Excellent!" Harold laughed. "Now, Power Girl, play with your breasts for me!"
"Yes, Master."
Lindsay put her hands to either side of her breasts and squished them together, making even more skin squeeze out of the outfit through the cleavage window in her leotard. Lindsay slid her hands to the front of her boobs and squeezed them tightly, digging her fingers into the exposed skin that popped out through her tit window. All the while, she was cooing and moaning.
"Mmm. Yes, very good, Power Girl." Harold groaned. "This pleases me very much!"
"I exist for your pleasure, Master Riddler." Lindsay cooed.
"Very well then! Power Girl, squish your breasts together from either side and hold them steady." Harold ordered, undoing his pants. "I intend to put your promiscuous clothing gap to good use!"
"Wait, so you're, like, gonna go straight for the tittyfuck?" Lindsay interrupted.
"Well, yeah. I mean, it's Power Girl. She's kind most known for having big boobs and wearing a costume with a tit window. I figure anyone would go for that first." Harold justified himself.
"Like, I don't know, Harry. In the comics Riddler always, like, came off to me more like a butt guy, you know. Don't you think he'd, like, prefer to bend me over and, like, hotdog his dick on my ass?" Lindsay suggested.
"Well, now that you suggested it, I do wanna try that, but I still think it would be more in character for the Riddler to go for the boobs first." Harold maintained.
"I don't know. I think that would be, like, totally OOC."
Half an hour later, Harold and Lindsay, still in costume, stood in front of Harold's whiteboard. All the physical, chemical and mathematical equations had been erased from it and, instead, the board was full of scribbled sex position names, character dialogue, a flow chart outlining the sequence of events for the lemon scene and taped pictures of both of them in the various suggested positions to see what they would look like.
"OK, let me run through it one more time to see if we're settled on everything." Harold said. "First Riddler gloats about having Power Girl under his control and makes her say how she exists only to please him. Power Girl, during the whole scene, acts ultra-horny and super attracted to the Riddler so she can be sexy and not just some mindless drone going through the motions. Then Riddler has Power Girl play with her own boobs, to demonstrate his control and afterwards he tittyfucks her through the boob window in her leotard because, as we agreed, he's more of a tit man. Once he cums into her cleavage, Riddler tells Power Girl to grope and squeeze her boobs together so the cum will be rubbed into her skin and she says that line you wanted about how much she loves making her tits sticky with her Master's cum. After that, Riddler bends her over, hotdogs his dick between her butt cheeks for a bit and fucks her doggy-style."
"Actually, I have, like, something else I'd like to change." Lindsay interrupted.
"Gosh! Lindsay, we'd settled on this version already. If we keep changing everything every time you have an idea, we're never gonna get down to actually doing it."
"But, like, my idea is totally sexy!"
"Fine. What is it then?"
"What if, instead of fucking Power Girl doggy style, Riddler has her, like, ride him cowgirl style? That way he can watch her boobies bounce around. I mean, if a guy is doing a girl with, like, huge boobies like Power Girl's, why wouldn't he, like, want to watch 'em jiggle and bounce?"
"Hmm. That is a good point." Harold admitted. "OK, so he hotdogs on her ass and then flips her over, lies down on the bed and orders her to fuck him cowgirl style, so he can watch her boobs bounce. Then, when they both cum, Power Girl snaps out of Riddler's mind control and knocks him out by smothering him with her boobs. End scene."
"Yeah, that sounds perfect!" Lindsay exclaimed.
"Cool. Wanna do it now?"
"Sure!"
"Great. Let me get into character."
Harold cleared his throat yet again and launched once more into maniacal evil laughter.
"Finally, I, The Riddler, with my superior intellect, have taken control of Power Girl's mind!" He proclaimed once more.
"Yes, Master Riddler." Lindsay giggled, kneeling in front of Harold. "I, like, live to serve you…"
"Excellent!" Harold laughed. "Now, Power Girl, play with your breasts for me!"
"Yes, Master."
Lindsay once more put her hands to either side of her breasts and squished them together, making even more skin squeeze out of the outfit through the cleavage window in her leotard. Then she, once again, slid her hands to the front of her boobs and squeezed them tightly, digging her fingers into the exposed skin that popped out through her tit window. All the while, she was cooing and moaning.
"Mmm. Yes, very good, Power Girl." Harold groaned. "This pleases me very much!"
"I exist for your pleasure, Master Riddler." Lindsay cooed.
"Very well then! Power Girl, squish your breasts together from either side and hold them steady." Harold ordered, undoing his pants. "I intend to put your promiscuous clothing gap to good use!"
"Of course, Master." Lindsay replied. "My tits belong to you."
The blonde did as she was instructed and squished her breasts together from either side. The nerd ditched his pants, revealing his prodigious 10 inch cock. Lindsay licked her lips upon seeing the scrawny boy's massive member. In the few months since classes had started again, Lindsay had seen quite a few cocks, but none had looked quite as appetizing as Harold's. It had just felt so good in her mouth, and it had tasted excellent too. She'd do anything to get another taste, which is why she was willing to let Harold titfuck her the same way Geoff had, even though it did nothing for her, except maybe put her in an uncomfortable physical position. Lindsay didn't care though. She just wanted to feel that cock inside her…
Harold grasped Lindsay's breasts in preparation to fuck them, very much like Geoff had done at his party the previous Friday. However, unlike Geoff's, Harold's hands were noticeably shaking, he was biting his lip roughly and he was taking quite a bit of time to actually do the deed. Picking up on this, Lindsay placed her hands over Harold's, making squeeze her breasts more tightly and then looked up at him.
"Do it, Master. I wanna, like, feel your giant, powerful cock between my big, fat titties." She begged.
After hearing those words, Harold took a deep breath, placed the tip of his dick against the edge of her cleavage and then thrust forward, burying his cock between Lindsay's giant funbags.
"Ooooh Gosh!" He exclaimed, in a high-pitched squeal of pleasure.
"Mmmm. Like 'em?"
"Love 'em! They feel so warm…soft!"
The nerd pulled his dick out of her cleavage about halfway and then thrust in again before stopping and tensing up. Harold let out a quiet gasp and Lindsay felt a wet sensation as something sticky started to feel her cleavage.
"Oh oh." Harold groaned, realizing what had happened.
The two costumed teens stayed as they were in awkward silence for a few seconds, until Lindsay finally spoke up.
"Harry…Did you just, like, cum after only five seconds?"
"I'm sorry!" Harold exclaimed, desperately remorseful. "I've never done this before. I just couldn't hold it!"
"Oh, it's OK Harry…I mean, it's actually, like, not OK, but…Like, it happens…" Lindsay said, trying to be comforting.
The blonde didn't want to make the nerd feel bad, but she was really, really horny and the idea that Harold didn't have the stamina or durability to actually put that huge dick of his to proper use was greatly enraging her.
"I think maybe we should leave the cosplay lemon scene for another time." Harold said. "Maybe for now we should stick to lighter stuff, like, you know, making out and heavy petting, until I've actually developed some tolerance and durability for your womanly attributes."
"Umm, Harry, I'm not trying to be pushy but, like, we can't just do that." Lindsay replied.
"Why not?"
"Well, because, like, your dick is so totally huge and I, like, really wanna fuck it." Lindsay told him.
"Linds, I'm sorry, but I don't have the energy for that. I have a very sensitive pair of lungs and exerting myself too much could be really bad for my asthma, not to mention my hear arrhythmia. Trust me, I really wanna do it with you, but I also don't wanna, you know, die from cardiorespiratory failure. At most maybe you can give me head and I can work my magic keytarist fingers to get you off…but I think we should take it slow. You know?" Harold concluded.
This was not a satisfying response for Lindsay, but she didn't really know how to push the issue…but she also really wanted that big dick. So, she once again turned to somebody who would know how to push the issue properly.
"Listen to me, Lindsay!" Inner Courtney ordered her. "That wimpy poindexter has the biggest fucking cock you've ever seen! I'm not sure how that happened, but one thing is for sure: you want that cock! Scratch that! You don't just want that cock, you deserve that cock! Guys will tell you that if a girl has the ovaries to boss a guy around, she's being a bitch, but that's all baloney! If you want something, you take it! If a guy doesn't wanna give it to you, you persuade him! If the guy is physically incapable of giving it to you, you make him capable! You're a woman, Lindsay! You have to get off properly just as much as he does! He thinks he can just jizz into your tits and then not give you the giant dick fucking you've earned? Well, fuck that and fuck him! Literally! Now go! Fuck that humongo-cock and make it yours!"
"Yes Mistress!" Lindsay exclaimed.
"What?" Harold asked, bewildered.
"Listen Harry, I wanna, like, fuck that huge cock of yours." Lindsay told him.
"Linds, I told you…"
"Let me, like, finish!" She yelled, standing up.
Lindsay was almost a head taller than the redhead, so when she stood and got up close to the boy's face, she was quite imposing to him. The nerd shut up immediately.
"Like I said, I wanna fuck that cock. You got to, like, fuck my titties like you wanted, so I should get to get like I want too! And if you can't, like, last enough to give that to me…"
The blonde girl pushed Harold onto his bed and knelt down in front of him, taking hold of his semi-flaccid cock very roughly.
"…I'm gonna suck you off and titfuck you over and over until you can! And we're not leaving this room until you can, like, fuck me real good! Is that clear?!"
"Yes, Lindsay." Harold said, his cock starting to get hard again.
"Good!"
The blonde undid the zipper on the back of her Power Girl costumed and then peeled off the leotard, gloves, cape and boots. Once she was completely naked, Lindsay kneeled at Harold's feet again and wrapped her huge boobs around the boy's hardened cock. Channeling her inner Courtney once again, Lindsay spoke up.
"Get ready, Harry, cause I'm totally gonna make you cum like you've never cum before!"
"Come on, Harry, cum for me! I wanna, like, taste your load again!" Lindsay yelled.
The busty blonde was bouncing wildly in place at Harold's feet, with her tits still smothering Harold's cock, except now they were sticky with the boy's cum, which Lindsay had rubbed onto her skin like a lotion almost every time the boy had cum on them (all the other times, she'd licked it off lewdly for the boy's viewing pleasure, aiming to get him hard again quickly).
"Oh Gosh! I'm cumming again!" The nerd exclaimed.
Once she heard this, Lindsay took Harold's cockhead into her mouth, greedily sucking on it while continuing to work the shaft with her breasts. Within a few seconds the redhead tensed up and sprayed his load into the girl's mouth, who took most of it with little difficulty. Only a little dribbled down the side of her mouth.
It had been four hours since Lindsay had started Harold's "training" and in the course of those four hours, she had given him seven blowjobs, four handjobs, ten titfucks and nine combination titfuck-blowjobs. Granted, in the beginning, these varied sex acts lasted very little, as Harold came after only a few seconds, but gradually he'd started lasting more and more. By the latest titfuck-blowjob combo, he was already up to lasting a full five minutes before ejaculating.
Even though Harold was a constant masturbator, the sheer amount of orgasms he'd had that day was way beyond his usual rate. By the third blowjob, he'd needed to take off all his clothes and go get a large supply of water, soda and energy drinks from the fridge in order to stay hydrated. He also needed to have his inhaler on hand during the whole thing. However, despite the considerable medical problems and aches that this prolonged orgasm-fest was causing him, Harold still, quite obviously, considered this to be the single greatest day of his life until that point.
Lindsay was also having an excellent time, mostly due to the fact that Harold's cum was surprisingly delicious. Lindsay's built-up tolerance for the taste of cum had long since deprived her of feeling any taste in semen, but Harold's not only had flavor, it had one of the best flavors she'd ever tried in jizz. The blonde swirled the nerd's cum in her mouth, savoring the taste, trying to make it last for as long as possible. Ultimately however, the taste faded and Lindsay swallowed the load in one, big gulp.
"Mmmm. Yummy…" She cooed. "OK, Harry, you lasted, like, five minutes on that last one, so I think you're, like, totally ready, baby!"
"OK…OK…But can we….Ugh…Wait say…Ugh…Ten minutes…Huh?" Harold panted.
"Oh, but Harry…"
Lindsay stood up and gently pushed Harold so he was lying down on his bed. Then she lied down on top of him, her face right in front of his, her breasts pressed right against his chest and her pussy rubbing right against his cock.
"…I wanna, like, fuck you now." She whined.
Harold gulped and his dick started swelling again.
"Mmm. And it looks like so do you…" Lindsay giggled.
"Please…Lindsay…I'm begging you…Just five…Minutes…" Harold wheezed.
"Ugh. OK." Lindsay whined, rolling off the boy. "Two minutes."
"Thank…You…"
Despite giving him a breather, Lindsay wasn't about to just sit pretty for those two minutes and do nothing. She wanted to make sure the dork got it up as fast as possible. So, she snuggled up to his side, shoving his arm between her breasts, and started lightly grinding and humping against him while kissing his neck.
"Mmm, you've got me, like, so horny, Harry…" She cooed between kisses. "You're so bad, teasing with your huge schlong like that…"
"I'm…sorry…"
"No, don't be. You're going to, like, make it up to me by giving me, like, the best pussy pounding of my life with that beast."
Lindsay's hand slid down Harold's torso until it reached his crotch. Then, the blonde started slowly stroking the boy's half hard rod.
"Ooooh…Get nice and hard for me, Harry." She giggled, licking his ear.
The boy didn't need much further encouragement. His dick started hardening quickly once again.
"OK! Your two minutes are up, Harry." Lindsay giggled.
The blonde rolled on top of the nerd and straddled him. When the boy tried to sit up, Lindsay pressed her hands to his chest and nudged him to keep him lying down.
"No, let me, like, take care of this. You just lie down and, like, enjoy!"
Lindsay grasped Harold's dick, held it up steady and then started to slowly ease it inside her. Biting her lip, Lindsay savored the feeling of having her pussy stretched out by the boy's massive rod. Since becoming a member of Courtney's harem, she'd gotten quite used to the feeling of penetration. It never stopped being pleasurable, but after a few "play dates" with Courtney and her slaves, the first thrust inside was no longer a big deal, especially since none of Courtney's boytoys stretched beyond seven inches. Harold's massive ten-incher, however, was a whole other story. Sliding that monster into her was making her feel a kind of pleasure she hadn't felt in almost two months of near daily fucking. So, she took it all in as slow as she could, both to enjoy it for as long as she could and to make it easier for Harold to get used to being inside a girl. She hadn't put him through all that preparation just to have him cum immediately after getting his dick wet.
What she really didn't expect, however, was cumming just from getting Harold's rod all the way inside her. Which she did. As she was about halfway down his cock, Lindsay started feeling the sleazy itch in her clit and hot pressure in her chest and stomach that she always felt when she was near orgasm, so she started slowly rubbing her sensitive nub with her right hand and started letting out small moans and coos as she took even more of Harold into her. As she went lower and lower and took more and more in, she started rubbing faster and faster and moaning louder and louder, until her crotch met the boy's crotch and she came furiously. Lindsay groaned loudly and arched her back as she pinched her clit roughly and her juices dribbled down the boy's rod, onto his crotch.
"Oh gosh, I just came!" She gasped, smiling.
"Really? That sucks. Gosh!" Harold groaned.
"What? Like, why?" Lindsay asked, confused.
"Because now we gotta wait before you can go again." Harold answered.
Harold's response made the blonde girl giggle, which, in turn, confused the nerd further.
"What?"
"Harry, girls don't, like, have to wait after we cum." Lindsay explained. "We can, like, cum a whole bunch of times before it, like, gets hurty."
"Oh…Sweet."
"Now, you just, like, relax and try not to, like, tire yourself or get too excited." Lindsay told him. "Cause I've, like, spent too much time preparing you for this to, like, not even get three orgasms out of this monster. OK, baby?"
"Sure."
"Cool. Now relax and, like, watch my boobies bounce while I do the work."
Pressing her hands down against Harold's chest, Lindsay slowly started to slide back up the boy's shaft. Then, just as slowly, she took the boy back into her. Steadily, Lindsay started riding the nerd, rocking her hips every time she took him back in. She did this all very leisurely, taking her time and only gradually increasing her tempo.
"Yeah, that's it, Harry. Nice and slow." She moaned.
"This…feels…amazing!" Harold gasped. "You're…so tight!"
"I know, Harry! Your dick's, like, so amazing too!"
"Really?"
"Oh my gosh, yeah! Totally! It's so big! You're stretching me out, like, so much!"
"Sweet!"
Keeping her left arm still braced against Harold's chest, Lindsay reached up with her right hand and started fondling her right breast, rubbing the nipple with her palm and rolling the doughy flesh around her chest. Then she started squeezing the boob roughly before pinching and pulling on the nipple. All the while, she was moaning gratuitously.
"OK Harry, I'm gonna start going a little faster. If you, like, feel I'm going too fast and you're gonna cum too soon, like, tell me, K?"
"Yeah! Sure!"
Just as she said she would, Lindsay started rolling her hips quicker and fucking Harold faster.
"Oh Gosh!" Harold yelled.
"Oooooh! Yeah, Harry!"
Desperately wanting to cum at least once more before Harold gave out, Lindsay let go of her breast and, instead, started rubbing her clit while she rode the boy. However, as soon as she did, her nipples started aching for touch. The blonde tried to ignore this, but couldn't even go for a few seconds before the need became too powerful, so she moved the hand she'd been using to brace herself against Harold away from the boy's chest and towards her breasts. Now she was humping his cock using only her legs to keep balance, resulting in a much more awkward but also much faster and harder fucking.
As she pinched her left nipple, Lindsay was once again pestered by need as her right breast started aching for attention. Having no more hands to use and, not wanting to risk overexciting Harold by asking him to suckle her, Lindsay grabbed her right tit and popped it into her mouth, sucking and nibbling on her own right nipple while she pinched and pulled on the left one.
"Oh, man. That's so hot!" Harold groaned, watching the blonde bombshell suck on her own breast.
As hot as it was to watch, it was even hotter to experience. After a about half a minute of rubbing herself like that, Lindsay felt her stomach starting to tighten and her pussy starting to quiver. Spurred by this, she rubbed her clit harder and rode Harold even faster until she felt the familiar but now even more powerful high of an orgasm kicking in. Determined to make it last, Lindsay pinched her clit, bit her nipple and continued to hump Harold's rod as the pleasure pulsed through her body.
Below her, Harold gasped, all air leaving his lungs as he felt Lindsay tighten around him. He'd been resisting the urge to simply let loose, but now he couldn't hold it back anymore. Breathless, exhausted and completely satisfied, Harold came inside the buxom blonde.
Once her orgasm finally died down and the pleasant haze faded, Lindsay stopped riding Harold's now softening cock and proceeded to collapse on top of him. Obviously, her boobs landed right on top of his face.
"OMG, Harry, that was, like, so good…" Lindsay cooed.
"Yeah?" Harold mumbled through the girl's cleavage.
"Yeah…I mean, like, cumming twice is a little low for me and I probably only had that first orgasm because, like, I was so horny from blowing you so much, but in, like, quality, those two were, like, super good! God, once we've practiced more and, like, gotten you used to my pussy it's gonna be, like, amazing!" Lindsay exclaimed.
"I can't breathe!" Harold grunted.
"Oh…Sorry…"
Lindsay rolled off the nerd, who proceeded to take multiple deep breaths, gasping for air in a frenzy.
"No biggie…" He choked out.
The dork spent about a minute regaining his breath and letting his heart slow down. Once he had marginally recomposed himself, he turned to the blonde.
"Thanks for this, Lindsay." He said. "I never expected to lose my virginity in high school. Much less to somebody so hot, so…Thanks."
"Aww, you're welcome, Harry!" Lindsay exclaimed. "You're also really ho…OK, you're not actually hot, cause you're, like, really scrawny and wheezy and you have a funny face…"
"Oh…" Harold sighed, downtrodden.
"…But, like, it doesn't matter, cause your cock is huge!" Lindsay finished.
"Oh. Good enough for me!" The boy chirped.
"OK, Harry, I really, like, have to go now." The blonde said, getting up.
Lindsay headed over to the corner where she'd dropped her clothes and started putting them on. With some difficulty, the dork got off the bed and started putting on his own clothes too.
"So, you said something about 'practice'. What did you mean by that?"
"I mean that we're gonna, like, keep fucking, Harry." Lindsay answered. "And that, like, the more we do it, like, the better you're gonna get at it!"
"Sweet!" Harold cheered, fist pumping.
"See ya tomorrow then?" Lindsay asked.
"But…We don't have any classes tomorrow." Harold told her.
"Not during classes, silly." Lindsay said, giggling.
The blonde closed the gap between Harold and herself and then grasped his cock through his pants, squeezing it lightly.
"For practice." She whispered in his ear.
"Yeah! See you tomorrow!" The dork moaned.
"Cool."
Lindsay kissed Harold tenderly for a couple seconds. When she pulled apart from him, she let go of his crotch, turned around, grabbed her backpack and left the room. As the blonde showed herself out of the house, she skipped and giggled merrily.
"Oh my gosh, Mistress! We did it! We got votes for Bridge! And we got to screw a guy with a giant dong!" She thought.
"You did it, Lindsay." Inner Courtney told her, appearing before the girl in her dominatrix outfit, completely translucent, like a ghost. "Like I said before, I'm just a figment of your imagination. Every sneaky tactic, devious move and sexy scheme you pulled back there was yours and yours alone. You can do this on your own now. You don't need me anymore."
"Awww." Lindsay groaned. "But you were so helpful, Mistress! I'm gonna miss you!"
"Don't worry, Lindsay. I'll always be with you…In here." Inner Courtney told her, putting her hand over the left side of the girl's chest.
"…In my heart?"
"In your tits. I exist because you're so horny all the time and you needed a way to push yourself to satisfy that need…So I'll always be with you in the place that most makes you horny. Your tits."
"So, you're gonna be, like, possessing my boobies?" Lindsay asked.
"What? No! Lindsay, I'm not a ghost. I'm a creation of your mind."
"Cause, now that I, like, think about it, I wouldn't mind you possessing my boobs. It'd actually be kinda kinky! Oh! When you possess my boobies, will you be able to control me through them?"
"No!"
"That would be so totally hot! You'd be, like, inside my titties, making me feel horny all the time and only letting me cum if I, like, obey you."
"What?!"
"You'd make me titfuck a whole bunch of boys so they'd cum on my boobies. Then you'd absorb their cum to become more powerful, possess other girl's boobies and slowly, like, take over the world by controlling all women through their titties."
"Have you been thinking this out for a while? How the hell would cum make me more powerful? Is this from one of those comics?"
"I gotta, like, tell Harry about that idea! We can, like, totally make a lemon scene out of that! I'd be, like, Wonder Woman and my jugs have been, like, possessed by some ancient Kryptonian spirit that wants to take over the universe by controlling all the boobies in existence. Harry could play a supervillain that the spirit makes me titty-fuck to acquire more power!"
"I'm leaving, Lindsay."
"Pretty please?"
"Nope. Leaving."
The apparition of Inner Courtney faded away, leaving behind a disappointed Lindsay.
"Aww, I wanted her to possess my boobies." She groaned.