Sophia's climaxes are as intense as she is and I always had to kiss her to muffle her scream as her warm core tightened around me, almost to the point of being a vice, fluids almost squirting through my length. Then I'd bury myself deeper in Sophia, and let out my own orgasm, sending her into more screams as my cum flooded her channel.
* * *
Sophia likes to say that she doesn't do cuddles, despite the fact I had my arms around her waist as we spooned. Our difference in sizes meant that she fit really well as my small spoon, and she looks so hot and cute at the same time, frowning halfheartedly glaring at me over her shoulder with a flush on her cheeks. She likes to say she's not into the touchy-feely stuff, but will wiggle just a bit closer to me for warmth.
* * *
Being a track runner, Sophia had an amazing behind. So when that smooth, firm ass rubbed on my lap, especially on my penis, she would let out this cute squeak as I began to get hard again.
In the next few minutes, whatever loud angry protest she had would be lost as she buried her face on the pillow, moaning as I fucked her lazy doggy-style, that amazing ass bouncing on my length.
* * *
(Added to the churn: Lisa, Glaistig Uaine.
Next up should be Madison.)
* * *
Madison
When you're in high-school, you tend to hear a lot of jokes.
When you're in a high-school that's as bad as Winslow, the jokes that you tend to hear are crude and really low-brow.
A rather colorful one that I'd overheard in passing was 'it's always the cute ones that are the freakiest'. Usually said with some vaguely foreign accent.
While it hadn't been directed to anyone I knew, it seemed to perfectly fit sex with Madison Clements to a 'T'.
I remember when Madison asked me to, how'd the phrasing go, squash her strawberry? It reminded me of Emma's first time, all teary and painful, and so tight and hot. That was the time I found out Madison was really affectionate when she cuddles after we were done.
That was also the time I found out Madison really, really liked to talk dirty. When she had gotten used to my size, and I was about to start that pleasurable bump and grind, she whispered so hotly in my ear 'fuck me like I'm your two-bit whore, Taylor' with such a tone of anticipation that I was partly surprised that I immediately complied.
It didn't end there. As the string of things she told me to do to her as I was fucking her grew more and more, well, crass, the blush on my face was by then 75% comprised of mortified embarrassment and 25% actual arousal.
(Emma made a joke later that the blush on my penis was comprised of 250% arousal by the time Madison was screaming to 'violate her sacred ground with my meat driver'. Sophia replied with something that made me both horny and even more embarrassed, while Madison laughed in good nature at my embarrassment. She later apologized for laughing by giving me a blowjob. In front of Emma and Sophia.)
Any further dirty talking stopped once I found Mad's sensitive spot, and her speech devolved into squealing and panting, and I focused on that spot, stroking it with my cock as she squirmed around me, tight, hot, and slick. And then I discovered Madison's flexibility as she raised her ankles over her shoulders, and this new angle found me penetrating her far deeper than I'd had, and we were both enjoying it.
Then, just as we were close to coming, Madison found it in her mental faculties to start dirty talking again, this time with phrases that pertained to 'flooding her needy basin'. She was all but begging me by the time the two of us stiffened, and screamed out loud, clutching each other as I emptied myself in her fluttering pussy.
* * *
While we were cuddling after, Madison gave one last comment about her womb feeling so full she might become pregnant.
My curiosity on where she kept getting these phrases would later lead me to accidentally finding out about her online activity, to which I had to 'fuck her silly' as a promise that I won't ever tell anyone who she as online...specifically.
* * *
I would later find out just how true the phrase 'the cute ones are always the freakiest' was when applied to Mads, when she would be the one to introduce me to the really tight pleasures of anal.
* * *
(Now added to the churn: the Simurgh, Taylor's Trio of friends, and #J#RVIJ#mQ!!!%@)
* * *
Shadow Stalker
Sex with Shadow Stalker always came as a pleasant surprise, considering who she was under the mask. It hadn't been that hard to figure out, and I don't think Stalker ever made the effort to hide who she was, what with those amazing svelte runner's legs now pumping themselves up and down, while I watched that firm, dark-skinned ass I've grown to love bounce on my shaft, the combat fatigues that comprised Shadow Stalker's costume half-way down around her knees. It seems that the abandoned apartment complex Stalker had decided to whisk me to this time had good insulation, and a clean and serviceable bed that just so happens to be there, because of how openly Sop— Stalker was howling and moaning every time she came down hard, our pubes touching briefly before hers was up again.
The person under that mask always ran on hot, but apparently when she was being Shadow Stalker, she ran hotter. She was also much more aggressive, considering that how much I want to touch that ass, I couldn't, since my hands were tied to the corners of the bed. I wanted to buck up, but my ankles were also tied to the bed.
When I get taken away like this, Stalker always would fuck herself on my penis first, getting an orgasm off by herself to take the edge out of her body. It was even more so with days that I managed to deduct coincided with bad Wards patrol days, where she had no bad guys to vent on her frustrations.
Today apparently had been a good day, as half-way to her customary post-Wards first orgasm cool down, she suddenly stopped, lifted herself off my dick while kicking off her pants, turned around and knelt in front of my penis, one hand stroked me in an agonizingly slow pace, while the other fiddled with some mechanism that secured the lower half of her mask, watching her mask tilt a bit as the lower clasps came loose. Then I watched as my penis then slowly began to vanish behind that stern mask, and into Stalker's hot, wet mouth. I groaned as she took me in almost fully in one go, running her tongue under my shaft. She moaned as she apparently savored my taste, mixed with her own fluids, before pulling her head up, and then going down again repeating it.
She set a very fast pace, licking, kissing, sucking, and even occasionally nuzzling my dick, while I watched her tantalizing ass wiggle back and forth enthusiastically as she attended my penis.
I called out to Stalker, who as if understanding my wishes, started to shuffle her body, still sucking me, until I barely had time to inhale her musky scent before her sopping pussy sat itself on my lips. I immediately got to work, running my tongue everywhere I could get to, while my lips sloppily kissed her outer lower lips. Sometime during our intense 69, my hands came loose, and I immediately sank my hands into that ass like I've wanting to do, kneading and massaging as I buried my face deeper, prompting one long languid moan from my partner.
As if reading each others' thoughts though, the two of us stop, as Stalker stood up once again, turning around to face me as she squatted her waiting channel over my penis again. She stared at me from behind her mask, before reaching up and pinning my hands to the bed as she impaled herself on my length, and this time we fucked each other into a simultaneous orgasm.
* * *
While the person behind the mask secretly loves cuddling, Shadow Stalker doesn't do them, only prompting a quick firm hug as we walked up to the drive way of my house, having escorted me home. By the way her arms lingered, I could tell she really wanted to cuddle, but as something in her mask crackled to life, she pulled away, murmuring low on her voice.
And then she was gone, much like her namesake, into the dark of the knight and back to being a Ward.
* * *
Lisa
I think my new friend might be a germaphobe. That would explain why sex with Lisa Wilbourn does not actually count as sex, but more like intense erotic foreplay that always ends with both of our orgasms without any penetration involved.
Like right now, where I found myself lying on my back on the carpet of Lisa's apartment, while her feet, clad in luxurious white silk stockings that ran up to her wonderful thighs, gently squeezed my shaft, those soft soles rubbing along my entire length. Lisa had a wide, mischievous smile on her lips, only occasionally interrupted by a twitch and a nibble as the powerful vibrator she had in her pussy hummed a steady rhythm, turned at a low setting. Meanwhile I writhed and groaned in wonderful agony as I continued to call out Lisa's name. That almost catty smile on her lips grew in size, as she teased my vagina with the tip of her big toes, then the length of her dainty feet was rubbing my slit. This was in time followed by a slight increase in her vibrator's setting.
(I think I might be a leg and ass girl...)
* * *
I met Lisa, completely by chance, at a library that I love to frequent at, due to their large collection of fiction. I bumped into her as she was been crouched down, browsing the lower shelves, while I was carrying a pile I was going to carry over to a small cubby and enjoy reading. There was a lot of apologies exchanged, as the two of us laughed it off. Somewhere along the way, I had given my name, while she in turn gave hers. We then spent the next few hours discussing about our favorite reading.
How that sort of friendship suddenly evolved into the kind friendship we were indulging in now still confused me to this day.
* * *
Lisa was on the carpet with me now, hands clad with gloves that were made from the same white silk as her stockings, as she slowly pumped my shaft, a firm grip that hit all my sensitive spots. I was now thrashing, thrusting my hips on that smooth material, while my hand thumbed the controls of her vibrator, turning up the setting more and more. She dropped down beside me, moaning together with me, not quite touching, but still able to feel each the heat coming off of each other. She was pumping me with crazed abandon, while I responded by flicking my thumb, putting her toy to its highest setting.
We were screaming together, bodies shaking as we reached our peak, until we happily stepped off together, crying one final time as we climaxed together. By reflex, her other hand, the one that had been the gripping whatever she could grab of the carpet, shot out, blocking off the stream of sperm that shot out of my penis, and absolutely staining the pure white silk with my milky white seed.
We lay there, basking in the glow of our almost-not-quite love making, before she took a deep breath, and made to stand. Like the other times we finished, she would make a sudden bee line to the bathroom, more than likely to wash up.
I preempted her leave-taking as I drew my arms out and around her waist, pulling her back down to the carpet. She stiffened, but, despite our nudity, I kept my hug chaste, pouring my care and support of her, before letting her go.
She stood up, almost uncertain, while I followed suit, stretching out my back as I felt the air cool on my sweaty body.
She then surprised me when she suddenly drew forward, locking lips with me as she suddenly kissed me, with tongue. Before I could get the chance to reciprocate, she was already pulling away, a gentle smile on her lips as she finally fled for the bathroom.
* * *
Carpet now containing sweat particles. Need cleaning.
I ignored that as I closed the door behind me. Then I was leaning back on the door, breathing a weary sigh.
Vent slow to start. Probable calcium buildup. Recommend maintenance or cleaning.
I turned my thoughts inward, lingering on that kiss I had given Taylor. I smiled.
138,199 Bacterial cells exchanged on contact.
Well, fuck you too, powers. I staunchly ignored that, smiling again as I thought back on her embrace.
Truly does care, as a friend. Loves you for quirks. Understands, or tries to, your fears.
Is sure you are a germaphobe
My smile widened at that.
Still wants to initiate sexual intercourse. Desire strong, but holds it off due to caring nature of friendship.
I gave a wistful sigh. Actual sex with Taylor, huh...?
I looked at my left hand, still in the gloves I used to block Taylor's spunk. It was still dribbling with her cum.
313,581,104 sperm cells on left glove. Impotent, no chance of fertility.
On a whim, I leaned forward, bringing my tongue forward.
I gave a long, slow lick, ignoring the prattling of information my powers was giving me.
Taylor's sperm was salty. And...
I rubbed my thighs together, still slick.
Arousal. Wants to initiate sexual intercourse with Taylor. Likely exchange of 209,348,290,283,094 bacterial cells during intercourse.
I didn't care.
I wouldn't mind having her actually inside me next time...
* * *
The Dallon Sisters Part 1: Amy
Sex with Victoria and Amy Dallon came in a variety of different flavors, and a lot different ways, depending on who was participating that day. They were really close sisters, and had only become closer over the time I came to know them.
* * *
I met the Dallon sisters during my freshman year, when I accidentally broke my leg due to an unfortunate stair-tripping accident at home. I first got acquainted with Amy. That day saw an all time low in emergencies that required Panacea's attention, so she spontaneously decided to make me her one freebie for the day and healed my leg. Of course afterwards Amy pulled me aside, and inquired me about my...extra anatomy, because wouldn't you know it, she noticed it with her powers. She had asked permission to see it, and well, I couldn't say no to her pleading eyes.
So it was me and the famous Panacea, in an empty hospital room, with my penis dangling out and her full attention on it.
(Mads said she had read something similar to this, once, while we were having our after-sex cuddle.)
It was embarrassing, having to talk about my penis it such a medical fashion, but I couldn't just refuse Amy's curiosity on my experience having a penis, even when I had to admit that I was sexually active with it. And the comfortable hospital air, and the fact that a someone was staring at my member in unabashed wonder inevitably resulted in an almost painful erection. Amy got this intense look in her eye as she stared at my erection. Then with a curious hand, she ran a finger along its length, feeling a pulsing vein. I told her that she could just use her powers to make it go down, but Amy insisted that if she did that, she was not sure if there wouldn't be complications, and declared inquisitively that 'the only other way to make it go down was when its relieved, right?'.
