I was in the changing room in a men's clothing store, wearing a pair of jeans that were obnoxiously tight, seeming to cling to every single inch of my legs such that I wasn't entirely sure the blood flow was being maintained. "These are too tight," I shouted out to Sophia.
She immediately appeared inside, despite the fact that the changing room door was locked. That seemed like a flagrant abuse of her power liable to ruin her secret identity, but I didn't know how tight the cameras were around there anyway. She probably knew better than me how to maintain her secret identity. She noisily licked her lips as she eyed me up. "Yeah," she said, nodding to herself. "That's the point slut. They're supposed to be tight so I can see every..." she stepped close to me, "single..." her fingertip pressed against my stomach, sliding down, "inch," she finished, before just groping my clearly hard cock. She smirked as she felt it. "You're wearing that home, slut."
"It's uncomfortable," I complained, albeit weakly. It was hard to argue about how uncomfortable tight clothes were when an intensely hot and obviously horny girl is groping you right through them.
"Then I guess you'll have to come up with an excuse to take it off when we get back to my place, because you're wearing that home."
"Fine, fine," I said, with a sigh. It wasn't like I was paying for the clothes. Apparently the PRT paid pretty well given how much Sophia had spent on me. "Whatever. I'll wear it home."
"Good boy," she said, fishing out my wallet from my old pair of pants and stuffing it - with great effort - into the back pocket of these new pants. "Let's get these paid for, since they're so~o uncomfortable," she teased, wrapping her arms around me as she said the words, perching her chin on my shoulder for a second, fingers tracing my abs in a way that I was increasingly beginning to think was the genderswapped version of a boob honk given how frequently she did it.
She broke off the hug and cracked open the changing room door, immediately grabbing two more identical sets and escorting me to checkout. The sales clerk was a woman, probably in her mid-thirties, married by the ring on her finger, but that didn't stop her from eyeing up the bulge in my pants' groin. In fairness, it was probably hard not to since I had to practically throw my ass at her so she could scan the tag.
Sophia was not done with making me buy clothes, apparently, as she started consulting her map again the moment we were outside the store. "Alright, we got you some skinny jeans-" in a bag I was carrying "-I like the tight shirts you've got already... oooo, let's get you some stuff from Prince Albert's."
"Prince Albert's?" I couldn't help but ask, glancing over her shoulder at the map to see if there were any clues there as to what that brand was.
"You've never heard of Prince Albert's?" She asked, a surprised and honestly disbelieving look on her face. "No wonder your underwear is all just boring sports briefs..." She muttered with a shake of her head.
"Okay, so they sell underwear?" I tried.
"They sell lingerie," she snapped at me. "Yeah, we're going to start fixing up your awful taste in underwear. Get you some sexy stuff, really show off your assets." She licked her lips hungrily at the thought, starting to head forward and expecting me to follow after.
I did, obviously. She was going to be buying it, and I was a little curious what kind of lingerie they had. The fact that she was in front of me meant that I was the first to notice a young black girl. She was very pretty, and there was a kind of black-and-white aura around her, like a matrix barcode, semitransparent and running along her body. She kept her head down, a single streak of dyed purple in her hair as she approached me - but her attempt at anonymity was pretty much ruined by the fact that my power had called her out as being another parahuman.
She tried to slip her fingers inside my back pocket as she passed by me, but given the unbelievable tightness, she didn't accomplish much, pausing for a second or so. "What the fuck are you doing?" Sophia had whirled around and spotted what was going on.
"Nothing," the girl replied easily, pulling her hand back. "I wasn't doing anything."
"Yeah?" Sophia was radiating absolute, overwhelming malice, even as she grabbed my forearm and tried to place herself between me and the girl. "It looked to me like you were trying to grope my man here, you little pervert. How would you like to be on the sex offender registry at the ripe old age of twelve?"
The girl seemed to consider Sophia's words for a fraction of a second, before her hand reached forward for my cock, just grabbing it right through the fabric of my pants without the slightest hesitation, sticking out her tongue at Sophia as she did. Sophia looked right about ready to kill the girl, so I let out the loudest laugh I could manage, making both girls jerk in surprise and turn their attention to me rather than one another. "You're just a try-hard virgin. Go home, maybe one day you'll get a boyfriend if you work real hard," I told her dismissively.
"I am not a virgin," the girl replied, with a near-snarl on her lips.
That made Sophia laugh. "Trust me, girls who've gotten dick before don't sound like that," she declared.
"I could blow your boyfriend's brains with my tight pussy. Yours is probably all loose and floppy."
For a moment, Sophia's expression was nothing but cold fury - then her brain restarted and she just smirked. "Oh? You're so sure you can make him come, huh? He's pretty tough to make orgasm," Sophia said, fingers groping my dick through my pants. Having two black girls have a cat fight over my dick was definitely extremely sexy and getting me very hard, a fact that made Sophia smile. "Tell you what, if you can make him come, then I won't hand you over to security and say you tripped and fell."
The girl eyed my groin, flicked her gaze up to Sophia, then just smiled. Like she knew something Sophia didn't. Presumably, that she had a power which would help her get away if she lost, so this was all win-win for her. "Deal."
Sophia smirked, also thinking she had a totally sure thing going, since I couldn't come with baseline people. I didn't correct her. The girl hadn't done more than try to pick my pocket before Sophia started provoking her, after all. The three of us wound up finding a quiet little spot behind some of the stores, a corner of the back lot which was only used for loading and unloading things.
"Condom," Sophia said, handing one over to me as Aisha eyed me up.
"Ugh, don't those feel like shit for the guy, though?" Aisha asked, pouting as she did so.
"You won't get to pop your v-card without one," Sophia countered, radiating smug certainty.
Aisha's lips twisted for just a moment. "Alright," she said. "But if he can't come wearing a rubber, I'll get him off with my mouth," she declared. "Or it isn't fair."
"Fine by me. Your jabbering mouth won't do any better than your loose virgin cunt," Sophia said, even as I started to unzip my pants. "All you're going to get for your trouble is a sore jaw in addition to a black eye." I could never quite tell whether Sophia's behavior was more driven out of possessiveness or protectiveness. She'd definitely been shifting further to the "protective" end of things after my near miss with the E88, but that didn't mean she wasn't pissed at this girl for grabbing her property and insulting her, rather than for subjecting me to a groping assault.
When my hard cock popped out, the girl just stared at it for a couple seconds. Sophia was definitely radiating smugness at her response, and then a set of slender, young, dark fingers started to stroke my length, gently jerking me off. It was experimental, even playful; soft fingers slithering up and down my whole cock, fingertips and palms brushing against it in equal measure, big brown eyes staring into my own. She watched my every response with obvious, clear effort and intent.
Her hands swiftly improved in skill, showing up a bright young mind that was putting its every effort towards my pleasure - soon enough, she was brushing her thumb against the underside of my crown, smiling as she provoked numerous reactions. My cock quivered and jerked intermittently, and soon enough, she decided I was plenty hard, shifting her body around to display her pert ass, flipping up her skirt and peeling aside her panties.
She had a sort-of punk style. There was less skin shown than the same outfit might have shown back in my world, with the skirt reaching past the knees despite its intentionally frayed and hole-ridden design, combined with a loose t-shirt that didn't exactly hug her pert chest. Her panties were a dead boring black pair, but I just eyed up her cute ass as I slipped the condom on and started teasing my dick against her wet slit.
"I do kegels," the girl muttered, as she pushed back against me, taking me in a rough and forceful movement, her cunt tightening on my dick as I was entirely buried inside her.
"What?" I asked, confused as to what she was talking about.
"I do kegels, I'm not loose," she said, as she wiggled her cunt around on my cock. She let out a little pant of pleasure in the aftermath, her lips parting in such a sexy way. She was pretty developed, with a slender, feminine body and a pretty face - more the kind of girl who made a picturesque wife, rather than a model - but I still got the impression she was younger than me, and I was sure she was a virgin, by the way she was reacting to the feeling of my dick inside her.
In any case, further discussions of the looseness of her pussy was interrupted when she started to pull herself forward off my cock, letting out a hot breath as my length ground against her inner walls. Her fingers clenched into fists for a moment, a twist of her hips accompanying the movement, and she came right then. She definitely tried to keep it under wraps, biting her lower lip as she did, ducking her head forward, but to me, who was inside her? She was gripping and squeezing my length as she pushed herself back, twitching in a subtle but very distinctive fashion as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.
Sophia's vicious chuckle that came as she realized what the girl was doing seemed to set something off inside the girl currently riding my dick. She grit her teeth, eyes flashing with intensity, and started to just ram herself up forward and back on my cock, fingers gripping the truck in front of her for balance. I moved forward a few inches to make it easier for her, and it felt amazing, the way she slammed up and down my dick, just fucking away with rabid intensity. "Gonna... make you come... white boy..." she panted out, and my cock twitched at the last words.
It wasn't a lie when I told Sophia that I was into dark skin, or that I thought black girls were sexiest, or any of the other half-dozen similar things I had said to firmly establish in her head that I thought she was super hot which had to do with her race. One thing I had come to realize over the course of our relationship, though, was that white guys who liked black girls were pretty rare... and the girls in question were very intensely aware of that. So when the girl fucking me felt my dick twitch inside her, she immediately developed an intense affinity for racialized dirty talk.
"Yeah, you like that, white boy? Like taking this tight black pussy?" She almost panted the words out, arousal clear in her warbling voice. "That's why you stick around a stuck up cunt like her, huh? She's all dark and that's the kind of girl you like?" She increased her pace, harder and faster now, gripping and squeezing my dick as she manically rode me. "I love white cock, fuck yeah, I'm gonna breed you, make you have my half-black babies," she told me. Each lewd statement made my cock twitch inside her, which just really encouraged her even further. "Every, every fucking white guy, oughta get black pussy, just take it, lean back and enjoy, getting fucked... seeing his white cum stain dark skin."
That made my dick really harden and throb inside her, and my hands reached to grab her hips, starting to earnestly fuck her back. She let out a sputter of surprise in response, some saliva escaping her mouth, but she didn't resist, just upping her pace. "Yeah, you love black pussy," she told me, ramming herself back on my dick, harder and harder, squeezing intermittently with intentional work. "White boy, take that black cunt, take it and love it, feel it wrapped all around you," she breathed out, "you love it, love that tight black pussy."
"I do," I agreed. "Fuck." I leaned over her, my breathing hot in her ear as I rammed inside her over and over again, balls slapping at her thighs. "You're so hot. Fuck. You really shouldn't have pissed off my girlfriend," I breathed out, almost a whisper in her ear. "Then we could fuck like this again in the future. She likes whoring me out."
"Really?" She panted. "Fuck. I guess I can apologize. Sorry for grabbing your big white dick with my slender black fingers right in front of your bitch girlfriend," she told me, half-smirking as she did so, glancing over at Sophia, prompting me to do the same.
Sophia was watching the whole thing with a strange expression on her face, like she was surprised that I would be this into the racialized dirty talk. We'd done it a bit, but only in passing, really. She hummed as if she had learned some deep truth about me. When she realized we'd turned to look at her, her brain restarted and she ran back over what we'd said. "Hmm? Oh, you're still going to jail if you can't make him come," Sophia declared, with a smug note to her expression.
"Gonna definitely make him come, white boy has jungle fever," the girl beneath me declared with confidence. "Fuuuck, white cock's the best," she half-moaned as she came anew on my cock, squeezing and clenching down on my dick.
"Like you'd know," Sophia scoffed.
Despite how hard the girl on my dick had been working, I was wearing a condom. It was hard to make me come, and she was a virgin. When she came down from her ecstatic high, she seemed to realize as much. She popped off my dick and slunk down onto her knees without the slightest hesitation, just grabbing the base and practically ripping it off. The moment it was free to open air, she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around my tip. She gave me a coquettish flutter of the eyelashes... then pushed herself down my whole length in a single, smooth motion, without the slightest hesitation or hint of gagging.
My cock throbbed wildly in her throat, and even Sophia was visibly surprised at it. "Holy fuck," I breathed out, swallowing the saliva that had started to gather in my mouth. The girl beneath me just gave me a cocky smile with her eyes, then peeled her way slowly and lovingly, rubbing her tongue erratically along the underside of my dick as she went. When she popped free, it seemed to glisten with spit.
"I practice a lot," she told me, with a wink. "Guys like blowjobs, right? Figured it'd hel-" I cut her off by grabbing the back of her head and forcing her back down onto my cock. She didn't resist - she even seemed to take it as a point of pride - and Sophia let out a little chuckle at my rough treatment of the other girl.
For my part, I'd been being sexually teased way too long, and all my barriers had pretty much disappeared. The fact that girls here never really minded if I got a little rough all of the sudden certainly didn't hurt my urge to just fuck her face. I gripped her hair, her curly dark hair seeming to tangle itself around my fingers like she wanted me, and just started to fuck away, grunting and slamming at her face, balls slapping against her chin.
The look on her face was almost rapturously proud. Her tongue swished back and forth against the underside of my cock, sloshing all along it. "I'm going to come on your face," I grunted out, as she got facefucked on my cock. She only nodded in response. "I want to see your face coated in my cum."
"If you come," Sophia chimed in from the sidelines, and I just grunted, getting more intense and forceful with the girl under me, who offered less than no resistance. Her fingers slid all along my thighs, up towards my balls, playing with them lightly as her tongue kept slithering around inside her mouth, spit building up with each glugging of my cock into her throat, coating it with more saliva and making each thrust that much easier and smoother.
It felt incredible, and I couldn't take it any more, the dam finally bursting. I pulled free of her mouth as the first ribbon of cum splattered against her palate, and the rest rained down on her face as she smugly smiled in pride, looking over at Sophia with a wicked glance before my semen splattered all over her face and forced her to close her eyes. Once I was completely spent, I sagged in place, panting... and Sophia scowled at me, her expression sharp.
"All done splattering your cum on my face?" The girl asked as she started to clear it off with her hands - wiping it off on her skirt a moment later.
"You should, uh," I originally intended to say 'eat it', but the look Sophia was giving me told me to say, "probably get going."
"Ah, yeah. Peace out," she said, giving me a wink. "Hey, if this bitch-"
"Please go now," I repeated, somewhat more insistently.
"I was just going to say call me," she cried out, as she rose to her feet. "Whatever, forget it." A moment later, I did.
I turned to face Sophia, who was scowling at me for some reason that I couldn't remember right then. "You..." she pushed her finger into my chest, hesitating. She glanced down at my dick. "Put that away. We'll have sex when we get home, you horny slut." Her expression was still unpleasant, like she was angry but couldn't put her finger on why.
I put my dick away, taking the (used?) condom in my hand and absently tossing it aside. Sophia's brow was continuously furrowed the whole way home, from the walk to the bus station to the ride in it, as if she was trying to remember what I'd done that had her pissed off. We didn't wind up buying lingerie at Prince Albert's.
When we got back to her place, she took me into her bedroom. Her expression still had that same mix of determination and anger. "Do you know why I got mad at you?"
"No," I answered honestly.
"I'm pretty sure you did something... fuck. Is this a power?" Her expression was still consternated, and she let out a sigh, as she finally figured it out. "Oh. Duh. It's got to be a power." She smiled, then. "Good, I hate being angry at you, because normally you're such a good boy," she said, unzipping my pants in a rush. The tightness of the jeans meant she really had to work to get my dick out, but she definitely didn't mind, hungrily staring at its outline. When hard cock finally popped free, she sucked in a long breath through her nostrils as her fingers began to slide up and down my length. "Last time I had to get angry at you was... it was Taylor, right?"
"...yeah," I admitted, not wanting to bring that back up.
"Man. Wonder what villain decided to make me pissed at my sexy slut of a boyfriend," she said, starting to jerk me off properly. "Probably some total prick. Hrm. Why were we behind the buildings in the first place? Oh, God, I'm going to have to get M-S quarantined," she said. "Oh, you too. Christ. How long are you going to have to go without?" She teased, rubbing her thumb against the tip of my cock. "You'll miss this..." she breathed out, her gaze lusty as she leaned down over me, meeting my lips with hers hungrily. She wormed her way out of her own jeans and soon was rapidly pounding herself up and down my cock.
* * *
It was only during our post-coital cuddling - Sophia's naked body draped across mine - that the fight could restart. "Oh, what the fuck," she snapped, leaning up with an angry look in her eyes as she remembered. She poked me right in the chest. "Why didn't you tell me that little bitch was a parahuman? Fuck's sakes, even putting aside the fact that she messed with our heads, she was molesting you! She deserves to go to jail."
"She only groped me because you provoked her."
"Holy fuck! You retard! You get molested and you blame me?!" She smacked my chest, beating on me with both fists, now angry in a whole new way. It hurt a bit - not a lot, it was tantrum pounds without any serious intent, and I had plenty of muscle up there to absorb the blows - and I winced. "What the fuck is the matter with you?!" Then there was a pause as she suddenly shifted gears, looking genuinely sorry about hitting me. "Okay. Maybe she did mess with your head more than normal."
I didn't really want to slap some girl with a rapist label if she didn't deserve it, so I decided to be honest. "I'm pretty sure her power only manipulates memory."
"Then why didn't you tell me that she was a parahuman?!"
"If..." I told you that, I wouldn't have gotten to have sex with her. That probably wasn't the best way to put things. "I wasn't sure?" I tried, but my lie came out really obviously.
"You weren't sure," Sophia replied, obviously not buying it. "Maybe we can experiment with the whole track team, except this time it's one at a time for the whole night, so you can really learn the difference between parahuman pussy and normal pussy. I could probably get the volleyball and softball girls in on it, maybe even the swimteam too. That way we won't have any mistakes like this again, since you'll learn the distance."
"Look..." I hesitated, searching for any excuse that wouldn't wind up with Sophia punishing me that way. I really didn't want to go through another orgasm denial session like after I'd fucked Taylor. "It's just..."
"Mmm?" Sophia prodded. "It's just what?"
"There... you're the only black parahuman I've ever been with." Her brow furrowed in confusion at those words. I was about to say something unbelievably cheesy (and desperate). "I wanted to make sure that, you know, our relationship wasn't just... that you're the only black girl I can come with. There's like, what, maybe a hundred parahumans in all of Brockton Bay? Can you name even a single black one besides you?"
She hesitated for a long few seconds, lips pursed. "You could have just said that, slut."
"In front of her? Parahumans are generally attached to their secret identities."
Sophia pursed her lips, then sighed, accepting my argument and implicitly putting off my punishment. "Fine. Okay. New rule. If a girl's a parahuman, and I don't know..." She trailed off. "You call me, umm," she wiggled her hand in the air, clearly looking for a name I wouldn't normally call her.
"Snookums?" I suggested.
"No," was her instant response. "Boss. No, that's cool for you to call me any time. Princess. No, that's stupid. Uhh."
"Hot stuff."
"You should call me that all the time," Sophia informed me. "Fine, not a nickname. Just... say the girl seems like a lioness. There. Okay? Got it? You fuck it up again I won't be so forgiving next time."
"I got it," I agreed.
"Good." There was a long silence, and Sophia spoke up, completely changing the subject. "So, you like race play stuff?"
