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 sexual 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 slut 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 fuck 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 virgin 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 fuck the slut or not?" Sophia said, pulling her hand back, sounding annoyed. "I get a hot piece of ass 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 naked 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 cocky expression on her face. "I've done some female modeling," she explained to me, as she clambered onto bed, her fingers going to my cock. 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 cock gently, her thumb rubbing against the underside of my head.
"Look at this cock," she told me, her breath heavy. I kept my eyes on her face and tits, but the statement was really rhetorical, because she kept going. "So hard. I can even feel the precum," she added, rubbing her thumb against the tip, smearing it around. "You're about to get fucked 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 groaned 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 sex with girls he doesn't know? Who lets his hard cock go into any hole it can find? Who gets hard just from being touched by a stranger?"
"A slut," 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 sex at my hard cock, her lower lips brushing against the tip. "A slut. Don't worry, slut, 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 dick wet back in my home world, after all.
In any case, she apparently caught my mind wandering, because she suddenly tightened her cunt, making me groan in response to the feeling, my fingers reaching for her thighs and gripping them firmly. She smiled at that, licking her lips as she stared down at me, beautiful, full breasts gently coming to a halt as her cunt did much the same, my cock resting entirely within her.
She leaned forward, pressing her lips softly against mine, her breasts smushing up against my chest 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 fucked herself up and down my cock, occasionally holding herself down and grinding against my pelvis. Her animal moans ran into my mouth even as I groaned 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 slut 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 cunt, swiveling her hips around on my cock, drooling into my mouth and tapping at my palate with her tongue, rubbing her tits against my chest, squeezing my hands, moaning...
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 psychosexual 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 tits," Emma said, quickly, grabbing my hands, pulling them up to her breasts. 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 cock, her soft tits sliding and slipping in my bare 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 thighs quivered around my body as her sex squeezed and groped and massaged my dick, trying its hardest to simply force an eruption of cum.
It failed, though, and as her orgasm left her, her hands pressed against my bare 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 cock again. Her brow furrowed, and she practically pounded me, breasts shaking and jiggling softly in my hands as she worked herself up and down my cock, 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 sex, and she was doing a fine job, her sex squeezing around my cock, her fingers gently scraping along my bare chest, nails leaving pink marks as they slid ever lower.
Her expression was absolutely amazing, though. The perfect mix of frustration, pleasure, and proud need, a desperate desire 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 breasts, gripping her hips 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 orgasmed for the second time like that, fingers briefly pinching and squeezing at my chest as she tensed up. Even when she orgasmed for the third time, beautiful red hair flowing around her features and hiding her face. Even when she orgasmed 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 forcibly flipped her onto her backside to start pounding away, fucking her cunt with relentless and overwhelming force. She gasped and panted in reply, her cheeks warm, the blush reaching down to her delicious breasts 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 breasts bouncing wildly, my expression full of intense, desperate need, a growl escaping my throat.
It was driving me fucking crazy, the inability to ejaculate, and I was willing to try just about everything I could think of, go into every lewd position I'd read about or seen in porn, ignoring the fact that in this world it was probably quite strange to grab a girl by the thighs 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 lewd 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 chest was rising and falling, her expression one of need - not sexual, but personal, a desire to make me come simply because I had had sex 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 cock, cleaning it of her juices. In her position... well, yes, I wouldn't want that either.
Once I felt my cock was adequately clean, I presented it to her, and she leaned up, her breath tickling my cock as one hand ran up and down it. She licked and kissed at the tip, making my dick 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 sexy model licking my dick, straining to get me to come, her mouth suckling and slurping on the tip of my dick 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 cock 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 dick trying to force its way down her throat. Her hands even came up to grip my ass cheeks after a little while, and she did her very best to try to take more of my cock 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 fucked her face as best I could, red hair sticky with sweat and gathered up in my hand as I pumped in and out, her tits 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 dick, should surely have provoked an orgasm 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 cock rested just inches from her face.
Then Sophia reached out for my dick, 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 fucking had accomplished nothing.
When Sophia finally stopped jerking me off, Emma's face was positively coated with cum, as if I'd released a good half-dozen pent-up orgasms. I probably had, to be honest, and I simply slumped down, sitting on her stomach for a second, my cock still rather hard even after all that, the occasional dribble of cum 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 ass a quick, possessive swat. "My pussy'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. "Fuck," I breathed. "I wasn't enjoying the whole being unable to come thing much. I don't know why her touching my dick 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 pussy 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 cock 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 pussy teased at the tip of my dick, 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 cock, 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 lap riding me like a maniac. That came first.
