Given the obvious effort that Sophia had put into our date, it felt a bit strange to call up Hannah the day after and ask to spend time with her again. I'd asked Sophia about it, just to make sure she was okay with everything (I worried that the date was maybe some reaction to me fucking Hannah), but she just laughed and told me to fuck her again whenever I wanted to, as long as I told her all about it in excruciating detail and fucked her afterwards.

That was how I wound up at Hannah's house again, an easy smile on the older woman's face as she greeted me and let me in. This time, I decided to go for a little more foreplay (the fact that I'd gotten a blowjob from Sophia during lunch break only partly responsible), settling down to chat with her. She was polite and thoughtful, her emphasis on me and my feelings - was I doing well? No problems in school? With Sophia? There was this quiet, repetitive note to that particular question - as if she fully expected to find out that Sophia was some cruel blackguard and I just had to be made to gather up the courage to admit that.

In fairness, I was reasonably certain that if she treated past boyfriends the way she treated me, Hannah's concern was probably backed up by other guys who had been through some rough mistreatment. Still, I just kept to my story that she treated me great and I really had nothing to complain about. If Hannah didn't buy it... it just meant she'd be even more giving and kind to me. It wouldn't be my fault that she didn't take me at my word.

She didn't talk about herself much. I did ask a little bit - she had grown up in a village so small that it didn't have a name, located in Basan, a province in southeastern Turkey, where everybody knew everyone else's name and the boys all covered themselves up - but she largely demurred from answering that many questions about her early childhood. Given she had been one of the earliest members of the Wards program, and thus had been a child in the United States rather than Turkey, I guessed something bad had happened back in her home.

My time with Sophia had me assuming that, soon enough, Hannah would just drag me off to the bedroom and fuck my brains out, but over the course of our conversations it became increasingly clear that she wasn't going to. Oh, there was the occasional brush of her hand along my thigh, or even a chaste kiss on the lips, but if she was trying to warm me up to go to the bedroom it felt as if it would take her hours to get to that point, and I had no intention of waiting that long.

Instead, when she settled onto the couch next to me, hand reaching for the remote, mouth starting to ask me what I'd like to watch, I just met her lips with mine, forcefully kissing her. My hands went to her shoulders, starting to push her down, and she sighed pleasantly into my mouth as I did so. My tongue entered her mouth, beginning to wiggle and writhe inside it, her own tongue greeting me back as I wormed it around. My cock was rock hard pretty much instantly, and she could feel it brush against her thigh, with my body pressing down over hers. She let out a soft little hum in response, one hand brushing its fingers through my hair, the other reaching down for my ass, groping and squeezing it, fingers just digging in as if it were the most incredible thing in the world.

Her tongue became active, as well, dancing around mine with alacrity and skill, swooping above and under, flicking at my gums and palate here and there, like a trained swordfighter easily outmaneuvering an amateur. I lost track of time as I made out with her, my hands freely exploring her body, squeezing her ass, groping her tit, really going wild with feeling her up without worry and not receiving a single complaint in return. I would only break off the kiss for the slightest of moments to suck in a quick, desperate breath, before getting right back to making out with her.

After several long, very fun minutes of me being allowed to feel up a major heroine while she let me and eagerly touched me right back, Hannah's hand finally slid around from my ass towards my crotch. She hummed pleasantly into my mouth as she felt my hard-on, stroking it through my pants, up and down in long, gradual movements. My near-constant sexual activities meant that I was more than able to hold back and endure, but I knew there was no point and didn't really want to, anyway. I broke off the kiss, starting to unzip my pants, and Hannah just stared as my erect cock came into view, her slender olive fingers contrasting with my own lighter shade as she jerked me off, a look of lust in her eyes as they turned up to me.

She was plenty talented at handjobs, I'll give her that, and I was tempted to just enjoy it and come on her stomach - and, by extension, shirt - right then and there. Her fingertips brushed along my cock as if every bump was braille she was trying to decipher, her cheeks hot with arousal as she jerked me off ever faster. The pace grew more and more intense as I got closer to orgasm, her lips curled up into a smile, clearly wanting to see my orgasm face.

I had to stop her, though, grabbing her by the wrist. The moment I did, her movements stopped, feminine fingers releasing my cock is a heartbeat. There was no resistance to me setting the pace, just a warm smile on her lips at the unspoken compliment that came with me having to stop her. My cock twitched once, twice, threatening to paint her clothing a shade of sticky white, but I didn't quite reach release, and I sucked in a deep breath as my body slowly recovered from the near miss, the feeling of exhaustion escaping me in a long hiss of breath.

"Let's take it to the-" I started, but even as I spoke, Hannah shifted on the couch towards me, grasping my hips and kissing the tip of my cock. Her green eyes stared up at me as she did it, silently confirming that I was perfectly happy to have a gorgeous woman start sucking me off - and once she knew that, she wrapped her lips around my dick and pushed herself to the base, humming around my cock as it plugged up her throat. It sent intense waves of pleasure through me as I just fell down onto my back.

One wonderful thing about this world I hadn't gotten to enjoy as much as I might have wished, is that women saw it as a point of pride to make a man come, to make him squirm and moan and gasp, to see him orgasm. It meant that as Hannah stared up at me with those gorgeous green eyes of hers, blinking a few times as she swiveled her head side to side, dark hair flashing as her cheeks hollowed and she just ground herself down there. Her hands gripped my thighs tight, pressing her face even deeper into my groin, her tongue rubbing along the underside.

I could only pant and kick at the air, my whole body twisting from side to side as she rubbing her tongue along the underside of my cock. My hands bunched into fists on either side of me, and every movement just encouraged Hannah further, made her more eager, the twinkling smile in her eyes growing ever broader with each passing second. The suction she brought to bear on my dick was unbearable, and she'd been down there - seemingly without complaint - for what now must have been at least a minute, just asphyxiating herself on my dick.

I barely managed to hold out until she pulled back, popping off my slick cock with a wet pop. The sight of her, sucking in breaths, one hand stroking me, her expression telling me just how dedicated she was to making me come, the almost apologetic note to her smile, as if she was sorry she couldn't just choke herself on my dick forever but she promised to do her best, made my length throb and twitch in her hand.

I decided to just let her go at it for the moment, not take her back to the bedroom just yet. Once she was done, I'd get to that. As she caught her breath, she gave me a warm smile, lips curled up and eyes twinkling faintly. "I'll make you come right down my throat," she breathed out, running her fingers along her neck, letting me see as it bobbed. Her other hand kept stroking me off, her gaze intense. "I love seeing American boys squirming and writhing in pleasure like that." She gave a quick peck to the tip of my dick. "Don't hold back, just let yourself feel it."

She opened her mouth wide, tongue stretching out past her lower lip, looking oh so inviting. The next second, she had me in her throat, her nose pressed into my pubes again. She swallowed around my length, massaging it in the process, and I bit my lower lip as I strained not to just come right down her throat.

My hands reached for her hair, gathering the loose, dark hair into an impromptu ponytail. She quirked a single eyebrow, but I just used my grip to peel her halfway off my length, leaving my cock in her wet, warm mouth, saliva pooling around it as the remainder glistened in the open air. She hummed and sweetly suckled on my cock as she stared up at me, as if fully expecting me to explode right there, her tongue dancing around inside her mouth, rubbing along the underside, teasing the crown, flicking at the slit. It slithered around my length, worming and wriggling along it as if she was trying to mentally commit every single bump and vein to memory permanently.

The whole time, her eyes didn't break off from mine. She didn't try to reassert control, or stop me; the closest she came was when her hand reached for what of my cock wasn't in her mouth, gently stroking it, twisting her hand around like she was trying to open a jar of pickles. It didn't take long for me to ultimately give in - she was just too good, and I was sure I'd be able to get it up a second time. The moment that the first spurt of cum landed on her tongue, I could see the brilliant smile in her eyes, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked on the tip of my cock, doing her absolute best to wring out every last droplet of cum from my dick then, my toes curling as I let go right into her mouth.

When I was spent, she popped off my cock, humming pleasantly as she swilled my cum in her mouth like it was delicious. She swallowed after a couple seconds, smiling down at me, giving me an affectionate kiss on the cheek. "I love American boys' cocks," she breathed out, her fingers already reaching for my dick, stroking the wet, half-erect rod, trying to get me hard all over again. "They taste so good... I love seeing your face contorted in pleasure too," she told me, nibbling on my ear as I just lay there, catching my breath. "If you want to stop now, we can."

I groaned at those words, my cock immediately heading back to full mast, not out of a sense of wounded pride, but at the simple fact that Hannah thought of sucking my cock as a reward in itself. I growled and grasped her by the shoulders, pushing her down onto her back on the bed, inverting our positions as I loomed over her. I popped the top button of her jeans and grasped the waistband, pulling them down and tossing them aside, leaving her long and lovely dark legs exposed to open air, my dick twitching excitedly as I saw her plain grey panties. Those too were soon peeled away, and she was already slick and ready.

I hadn't actually seen a single woman who wasn't the moment I pulled off her panties, even when I hadn't had my physique enhanced by Amy. I guess it was an advantage of this world. Still, I put those thoughts out of my mind, angling my hard cock at her wet sex, and she smiled warmly up at me, spreading her legs wide. There was a sweet gentleness to her expression, as if she was perfectly happy for me to fuck her however I pleased, just making me happy something enjoyable in itself even if she didn't come.

Fortunately, I didn't have to worry about her not coming. I slid myself deep inside her in a long motion, and her legs wrapped around my waist, her breasts rising and falling with each breath inside her simple polo shirt - I took that off a moment later, her arms rising to make it easy, her hair flowing freely as it came off. Dark hair surrounded her features like a halo, and my cock twitched inside her sex as I saw her tits in a grey sports bra; she actually started peeling it off herself, noticing my gaze.

"You like them?" She teased, as she squirmed and wriggled her way free. I could only nod. "American boys really do love tits..." she breathed the words out with lust audible in each syllable. My hands immediately went to her tits, fondling the modest, firm breasts, thumbs brushing against her nipples as I did so, teasing them as they grew hard. I leaned down over her, kissing on the lips, and I finally started to slide my cock out of her tight sex.

She let me, my cock slowly withdrawing in a long, careful movement, her insides squeezing and gripping every last inch as I went. It was more than just the tightness of a muscular cunt, she was doing everything short of wrapping her legs around my hips to arrest my movement, faint hums escaping her throat as she did her best to keep me inside her, her breath tickling my gums as we made out like that. It took real effort to keep a good pace, with just how tight and forceful her cunt was being, the way it gripped every last inch of my dick as I slid my way out. When I pushed it back in, there was no resistance, just a happy little noise escaping her throat as I filled her up.

My hands left her breasts a moment later, instead groping that gorgeous ass of hers, feeling the lithe muscle of her tight butt. One of her hands ran through my hair, playing with it excitedly; the other groped and squeezed my ass cheeks. I broke off the kiss, admiring the faint flush to her cheeks, her fingers still running through my hair. "Blonde boys are so sexy," she whispered, the words so light I wasn't sure they were meant for my ears. My cock twitched inside her, and her lips curled up into a wicked smile a moment later, her cunt grinding down against my pelvis as her eyes widened, intensity in her gaze, her legs wrapping around my hips.

"You like that, blonde boy?" She asked, smiling up at me, giving me another quick peck on the lips as she did. "You like knowing that this older woman, with her experienced cunt, likes boys like you? That I've had other younger lovers?" She let out a gentle laugh, leaning up to meet my lips once more, tongue slithering into my mouth for a long second as her legs just ground me inside her. I sent a wave of pleasure through her with my power, the push pull making her moan loudly, eyes rolling up as she ground her body up against mine, bare breasts pressing into my chest as she tried to use our combined sweat to stick our bodies together. I twitched inside her, threatening to come right then and there, but I held back.

A few seconds later, she broke off the kiss, slumping down onto her back on the couch beneath me, her body practically trailing across it as she kept her legs firmly locked in place. "Admittedly," she panted out, "you are the youngest, and the sexiest," she continued, her lips curled into a wicked smile.

I gripped her hips tighter, used my superior strength to pull out of her cunt despite her resistance. Her body wiggled about beneath me, undulating from side to side, rubbing every last inch of my dick in the process. She was doing her best to add to my pleasure, and I repaid her by completely forgetting myself in the moment, slamming into her with rapid force, just pounding away, making her whole body bounce - her nipples swaying up and down, her dark hair becoming a tangle of sweat and knots, her eyes rolling up as I got rougher and rougher.

"Ah, somebody, likes, being complimented," she breathed out. "American boys... only you could get off on that kind of talk... being told that you're a sexy beast that I want to fuck... boys back in Basan, they were all so shy and modest, you couldn't even see their, hair," she groaned, before I made her come hard on my cock, her whole body twitching, a moan escaping her throat as her head cast back, cunt wrapping nice and tight around my dick.

"I'll let you see everything," I breathed out, grasping the base of my shirt and peeling it off then, the thing sticky with sweat from all the lovemaking. Her eyes ran across my bare, glistening, sculpted, muscular chest with delight, clearly drinking in every last inch with the same joy of a teenage boy seeing a pair of big tits. "You can take pictures, even, if you want." I grunted as I increased my pace inside her, not offering her the opportunity to speak as I made her come like that, again and again, drinking in her haggard responses, the way she completely melted beneath me, only the tiniest trace of embarrassment on her features. She moaned and let me do as I like, dripping wet and tight around my cock, her whole body twisting and twining in pleasure, arching and swiveling, shifting this way and that as her pleasure intensified.

Of course, having such a gorgeous show and taking things at the roughest, toughest pace I could manage, naturally pushed me over the edge, and I bottomed out inside her, letting a thick release of cum fill her waiting pussy, just groaning into her shoulder as I leaned down over her. Her hand absently patted my back, tangled about my hair, her own desperate pants for air filling my ear.

When I was finished coming, I pulled out of her, sighing, wiping at my hair as I tumbled onto my ass on the couch, still stark naked. She just lay there, shifting her legs so they fell over my lap, her breasts rising and falling as she caught her breath. She looked like a transcendent vision, a dark beauty enraptured in post-coital bliss, and my cock naturally soon grew hard again. She let out a little giggle as she saw it. "Maybe I should have gone younger in the past..." she said, more to herself than me, her toes teasing at my cock. It wasn't a footjob or anything, just a brushing teasing touch as she lay there. After a minute or so, she spoke up again. "Can I really take pictures?"

"Sure. Just don't put them online or anything." I figured she wouldn't, since she would be the one to suffer if it came out we were in a relationship. A few seconds later, she was fumbling through her jeans to find her phone, and then she was leaning up to take pictures of me.

She had surprisingly strong artistic sensibilities, given her subject matter was inflaming her lust: shots got me from the side, took in my chest, my stomach; she had me flex or smile or give a victory sign with my hand; it was only after dozens of pictures and a good couple minutes of work on her part that she finally let her attention go below the waist, to my cock. The first few shots were from beneath, my erect cock occluding part of my chest depending on the exact angle, and she had me spread my legs wide so she could get lots of angles on it. She directed me to lie on my side, taking a landscape of me lying there, legs dangling down on one side of the couch, head on a pillow.

Her breathing became increasingly shallow as she took all the pictures, her arousal visible in every movement of her naked body, her nipples diamond hard, her juices gently trickling down her inner thighs. When she finally felt she'd be satisfied with all the pictures she took - perhaps worrying that she would be trapped in a small box with nothing but her phone for company for several months, given just how many she took - she put the phone to one side. "Do you want to keep going?"

"I'm a little tired," I admitted, and she just gave a warm smile, leaning forward to kiss me on the lips.

"Tired as in you want to stop, or tired as in you want me to do the work?" The words were gentle and sweet, as if she really did have no higher priority than my cock.

"You can do the work," I said, probably a bit too hastily and with a bit too stupid of a smile, but she just hopped into my lap, ready to take me to the base.

The moment my cock was inside her, I used my power to make her come hard. Unlike Sophia, she didn't show the slightest embarrassment at coming so quickly, just moaning in delight and pressing herself against me. She rode me for as long as she could, until it got close enough to sunset that I had to shower and head home. Despite everything, she was still friendly, warm, confident, and dead sexy.

* * *

Sophia had me on my back in my room, her cunt pressed down on my face, her fingers clawing frantically, desperately, at my scalp. "Ahhh, it feels so fucking good, slut, just like that, use your tongue, that's good, babe, keep going, deeper, your mouth is so fucking good, no other guy can compa~are!" The last word came out as a moan as she came anew, half from my diligent work on her cunt, half from my quiet use of my power to make her come hard, her hazel eyes rolling up until all you could see was the whites, her dark skin and bare body already slick with sweat from riding me for so long. She'd come to my room shortly after nightfall, demanded I recount everything that happened with Hannah, became deeply aroused at the whole discussion, and now was enjoying my cunnilingus skills. I was putting everything I had into making her come a whole lot.

"That's it, that's my, that's my breeder. I love your pussy-eating, you're the perfect pussy-eating slut," she breathed out, completely lost in the lust of the moment, not even really speaking coherently. She'd often get like that, when she'd come enough, just falling into ridiculous phrases and ways of speech. It was cute, in its way, seeing her feeling it so much, just saying whatever dumb stuff popped into her head as her thighs locked on either side of my head. "That white tongue of yours was made for eating black pussy, lick it, lick it good you little slut, keep going, use your tongue for a way better purpose than talking, which is eating me out." Even as she spoke, she bucked her hips against my face, grinding her juices against my cheeks and chin, just smearing herself all over me.

I made her come again, as much from the flick of my tongue against her clit as the strategic application of my power. She cast her head back once more, moaning loudly in pleasure as she took full advantage of my mouth like that. My parents still weren't home yet, even after night had fallen, and we had plenty of time to enjoy ourselves - a fact that Sophia was taking full advantage of to go absolutely crazy on my face.

"Yeah, lick it, lick my black pussy, you like it, don't you? You didn't eat MM out, you just fucked her, made her suck you off, yeah, but licking my pussy gets you all nice and hard." As if to confirm her words, she tilted back still further, showing off her astonishing flexibility as her hand wrapped around my hard dick, giving it a quick couple tugs. "I bet you want to fuck me, don't you, slut? You want me to wrap this pussy around your dick instead of your tongue?" I nodded beneath her, and she shivered in pleasure at the mere thought.

She popped off my face then, smirking as she looked down at me, her juices still clinging to my features, and moved on down, positioning her sex so that it teased at the tip of my dick. "You were a good boy," she teased, leaning over me, kissing my Adam's apple (and studiously avoiding my face for obvious reasons), "so now I'm going to fuck you nice and hard until you blow a real thick load."

That was all the warning I got before she slammed down my length, pressing her hands down on my stomach as she took me to the base. For a moment, she twisting her hips this way and that, rubbing my cock against her insides from every angle; then she got to work, pounding up and down with frantic force, her pert tits bouncing. My hands slid up to grope and squeeze her ass cheeks, and I decided to give myself a bit of viewing pleasure, making her breasts swell up in side, earning a pant of a laugh from her as the new things began to bob and bounce wildly.

"You really like big tits, huh?" She teased, a wicked smile on her lips. "You're lucky I made you my slut," she told me, leaning forward until her massive breasts hung low, nipples teasing at my bare chest. Her eyes seemed to dig into my face, her heaving breasts gently jiggling as she kept pumping her ass up and down on my cock. "You can make them as big as you wan-"

I interrupted her by leaning up, practically smushing my face into her tits, earning another laugh from her, fingers grasping my head by the back, holding me up against her sternum as she started to fuck me even faster. Each bounce sent a jiggling wave of force through her breasts, the soft flesh rippling against my cheeks and chin, contorting and deforming around my features as she did everything short of outright smothering me in those enlarged, gorgeous tits.

"Somebody's a size king," she breathed out, as her fingers dug into the back of my scalp. "I can feel you twitching and throbbing inside me, you're so fucking happy to get fucked by a black chick with huge tits, aren't you, slut? That white cock of yours yearns to bury itself in my cunt while I let you lick at my tits."

The subtle suggestion to start licking was immediately acted upon, my tongue flicking against the soft skin on either side of my face as she got even faster. My hands rested on her ass, but they didn't grip it, just softly fondling the firm flesh as she rode me with manic force. "My size king slut, I'm the only girl you do this for, aren't I?" I nodded - I'd improved Amy's ass, but not her tits, so it was technically true. "Yeah, you can trust me not to treat you worse for being a weirdo sex freak," she said, giggling a little as she did, her breasts smacking against my cheeks in the process.

I decided to reward her for her lines by making her come immediately, and hard, her whole body bucking as she squirmed and ground against me. "Fuh, fuck," she breathed out, practically going cross-eyed from the pleasure as I continuously kept the pleasure pumping through her. Her cunt tightened and squeezed on my dick, as she just went wild atop me, her brain completely shut off from the overwhelming pleasure I was inflicting on her, her movements getting rougher and more forceful with each passing second as she clung to me for dear life, actually properly smothering me in her tits this time.

I let go inside her, then, filling her up with a copious amount of cum as my own hips bucked up into her, pumping hard, balls slapping at her butt. I squeezed and gripped at her tight ass, and she just moaned in pleasure, eyelashes fluttering as she moaned and let it wash over her in delight.

When I was spent, I let her down from orgasmic bliss, and she let go of my head, sending me tumbling down onto the bed as she did so. Her chin was wet with drool, some droplets of tears in the corners of her eyes, as she tried to gather her wits about her. The movement of her upper body as she wiped at her chin and cheeks did astounding things to those big soft tits I'd given her, but all good things come to an end - once she was done with that, she turned her attention firmly down towards me.

"Don't get so crazy with your power like that. I'm glad you like making me feel good," she said, poking my chest, "but I don't like losing control. Got it?"

"Got it," I confirmed. Fun as it was, it wasn't worth fighting Sophia over it. "Maybe with warning?"

Her lips pursed for a moment at that - then she smirked, a thought running through her head. "Why don't you do that to Miss Militia? Bet she'd be a lot less of a pain in my ass if she's still out of it from orgasming like crazy on your dick. Oh, and be sure to tell her to treat me nicer. She's kind of a bitch."

"Anything specific?" I asked. Hannah was nice, but Sophia was dangerous. "It would be weird to just say, 'be nicer to Sophia' after all."

"Not to get on my ass about filing reports," she decided, after a second. "I'm just doing my job, who gives a fuck!" She finally rose from my dick, rolling over onto her side next to me, her tits lightly stained with her own juices from where my face had been smothered in them. "Oh, I know what you want," she said, grasping my head and guiding me onto her chest. "Just put them back tomorrow morning," she told me, as she let me use her tits as a pillow. Her fingers absently ran through my hair as we lay there until we both fell asleep.

I put her tits back to normal the next morning, obviously.