This time, when I lean in to bite at the unattended nipple, I head for her pants with my hands. Within seconds, the zipper is down and her clothing has been pushed away. I have a hand rubbing against her, once, twice— before I thrust inwards, pumping with my fingers. I use my other hand to twist the unattended nipple, and kitten arches her back with a gasp. I'm far too impatient to do this for long, however. I take a moment longer p, then pull back to remove her clothing completely.
I stand there, looking at the slightly sweating nude girl on my bed, hands tied together. She looks back at me with lust.
I'm one of the luckiest people on earth.
I stride towards the closet, and fetch a rather special box. Reaching inside, I pull out two things, and when a I turn towards kitten, her eyes widen. I have a middling sized, featureless black strap-on in one hand, and lube in the other.
I've practiced— and although I mess up slightly due to my eagerness, the strap-on is snapped into place and the lube poured onto it in two minutes. Strolling forward, I enjoy the look of anticipation in Kitten's eyes. Kneeling on the bed, I twist, before leaning forward to loom over Sophia. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I reach down with one hand, balancing on the other. Guiding the rod, I gently rub against her lips for a moment, eliciting a whine. I slowly, ever so slowly, press forward, and the fake dick slides into Sophia with barely any resistance. I stop an inch in, enjoying the way Kitten snaps open her pleasure-closed eyes to glare at me— and just as she opens her mouth to make a complaint, I thrust inwards.
Kitten takes the rest of the dildo as smoothly as she did the first. I sink in easily, taking it all the way to the hilt on the first try. Sophia's eyes roll into the back of her head as her aborted protest transforms into a breathy squeak. I give her only a second to adjust— then I start pounding. I pull out until only the tip remains in, then spear forward with my weight. Each push brings about a small slapping sound as my flesh meets Kitten's, and her entire body bounces with the force of my strikes. It's not even half a minute before she starts to scream in earnest, announcing her orgasm to the world as usual. I cut her off with a kiss, strangling the sounds inside her mouth. I don't slow— even as she clenches around the dildo hard enough to actually impede my thrusts, I simply add more force. As her trembling peaks, I break off the kiss and lower my mouth to bite down on a nipple. The formerly muffled shrieks nearly double in volume, and she convulses around the strap-on until her breath runs out.
When her thrashing begins to subside, I finally begin to slow, eventually pulling out entirely. Kitten lays there with an exhausted look— her eyes refuse to focus on any one thing, and her mouth is open as she pants like a dog. That suits my purposes just fine.
Climbing off the bed, I move to the head and pull Sophia towards me. She hangs on the edge of the bed, head facing towards my crotch. A fact I quickly take advantage of. Her eyes clear quickly when I begin fucking her face, driving the dildo in and out with short, quirk jerks. Each time I increase the depth a little further, until Sophia finally gags on the plastic. I back off a little, then being banging her mouth in earnest. Sophia plays along, sucking and moaning around the shaft. Still, this isn't very pleasurable for either of us, so I quickly return to my earlier activity. This time, there is no wait period. I just slam my hips into Kitten's with as much force as I can muster, and begin driving her towards orgasm once more.
* * *
Hours later, I lay in bed next to a Kitten. We're both sweat-soaked, naked, and exhausted with pleasure. I still have the now-glazed dildo attached to me at the hips, standing proudly in the air. I can't be bothered to take it off.
Just as I'm falling asleep, I feel shifting. Kitten is cuddling up to me, her back pressed against my side.
I chuckle, and I can see her shoulders tense even in the relative darkness. Moving myself, I turn to face her, throwing an arm around her while pressing forward with my hips. The dildo ends up buried between her thighs, and I idly toy with a bruised nipple as I begin to approach sleep once more. Her muscles relax, unable to remain tense after I fucked all of her energy out of her.
"...ve you, Taylor."
My eyes drift shut.
Porn Logic
(Автор: Mr_John)
Sometimes, having powers was annoying.
I did my best to ignore the ongoing orgy around me as I read the assigned chapter. Luckily, the teacher had actually gotten around to assigning a chapter before the situation devolved into shouting, declarations of love, and sex.
Sex everywhere.
A flung pair of panties hit my head, and I pulled them off with a sigh.
Such was the life of Taylor Hebert, the girl who changed the very laws of physics and the deeply ingrained instincts of society with naught but my presence.
A flailing leg kicked my book off my desk. I restrained the urge to kick the owner of said leg back.
Running on Porn Logic sucked.
Another screamer had an orgasm, and I clenched my teeth in agitation. My hand inched towards my pants. Nobody would notice. Even if they did, they wouldn't care. It would be so easy. Damn power...
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming from my ass!" Aaaaaand there went the mood. Thank you, Sakura. Your poor language skills always appear at the right time. Oddly enough, she had perfectly good grammar outside my range.
Still, what would it take to get some satisfaction?
Another couple without a care in the world (and an equal lack of clothes) fell onto my desk, scattering my stuff everywhere. For a moment I simply stared at the completely oblivious pair rutting right in front of me.
Then I sighed. Screw it.
The hand went back towards the pants.
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Sorry, guys, no real updates tonight. Work called, and my previously free evening went down the drain. Enjoy this snippet in the meantime!
Based on an idea from earlier in the thread. Taylor is a shaker/master, and people within her range slowly fall prey to Porn Logic. More exposure means more porn logic, until, as one poster put it, pizza guys are banging the women answering the door more often than actually delivering pizzas. Once people leave the zone, the effects wear off after a day or two, depending on exposure. Seeing as Taylor didn't really realize that she had the power until she watched a nurse seduce the (formerly) injured man in the bed across from her at the hospital, she didn't have any idea how the effects would stack.
As a bonus, though, nobody in a hospital porno is ever actually injured, so guess what happened to all of the patients?
The school has been exposed to her aura so much that the people who go there live almost constantly in porn logic. They bang at school. They bang after school. They bang at night. They bang before school. Ect. Of course, only the naughty over-developed school girls actually get bad grades— the rest maintain a high average.
The best part of Taylor's power, and the one that would drive this more-humorous-than-sexual (although there would be a lot of smut) story is that she can't affect herself. She doesn't live by the rules of porn logic. While this means she can think about things other than screwing, she also actually ends up hurt by blows rather than falling sexily to the ground before her attacker takes advantage of her weakness. As would happen to anyone else under her power. Even better, she doesn't actually count as a sexual object to the people within her range. She can talk with the mostly lucid ones up until her power takes over, and then they ignore her as if she were a block of wood before sexing up some other victim.
Because of this, Taylor has people constantly surrounding her in sex. She's watched more orgies, more fetishes, more intercourse than just about any other person on Earth and she can't get any.
Thus, her quest for sex. Trying to find someone who can resist long enough to fuck her into the ground without succumbing to her power, losing interest, and walking off.
And yes, Sakura is a reference to the way doujins get translated badly. 'Cumming from my ass?' Seriously?
Breakline
(Автор: Mr_John)
Amy couldn't take it anymore.
She honestly, completely could not handle it. She wasn't entirely sure what mental breakdowns were like, and wether or not she was experiencing one right now, but it seemed likely. It had been a long day. Healing at the hospital, homework, trying to get Mark up to do something, and then more healing.
Then Glory Girl, Victoria, her own personal hero, had finally picked her up.
Only to insist that she should 'unwind' with some exercise, and drag her out to the gym at twelve o'clock at night. In exchange for patronage and advertisement rights, the gym let Victoria take in anyone she wanted, at any time. She had her own personal set of keys.
Amy watched Victoria bench weights that would have given Olympic body builders trouble, run just for the sake of running, and generally work up a sweat.
Sweat that was then washed off in the showers. Where she now was.
Victoria was in the stall next to her, whistling happily. Amy, who had lifted five pound weights for all of five minutes before gazing at Victoria's sleek, shiny body as it worked, was staring at the wall and desperately ignoring the fact that Victoria was naked not five feet from her. If she gave in, even for a second...
The water cut off. Amy sighed in relief as Victoria exited her shower stall. Finally, the torture would be over— she could return home, masturbate herself into a coma, and wake up tomorrow to-oh sweet Jesus that was the sound of the shower curtain opening behind her.
Amy felt flesh brush against her back. As if to confirm her worst nightmares, the familiar profile of Victoria's body popped up in the back of her mind. The same bare body that was currently humming happily behind her, the same delightfully nude body that was gently brushing against her own with various, nice-feeling parts.
"Vic-" The first try came out squeaky beyond belief. Amy had to clear her throat several times before she lower her voice to an acceptable level.
"Victoria. Why are you in my shower?" There. Question was out. Nice and calm, don't do anything drastic, don't—
"It's because I ran out of shampoo, so I'm going to borrow yours. You'll give me some, because you're awesome, right?"
Victoria was hugging her. Victoria was hugging her. Victoria was nude, and hugging her, and she could feel her nipples sliding over her back, slick from the water.
Amy could not take it anymore.
So she carefully memorized Victoria's current biological profile, imprinted it on her sisters thigh in a incredibly, impossibly small scar, and made the modifications she'd always dreamed of making.
Victoria froze with her hands wrapped around Amy.
"Vi-Vicky?" In a flash, Victoria's hands snapped upward, each taking a grip on Amy's nipples and squeezing. She fell against the wall with a squeak that rapidly transformed into a moan.
"That's Glory Girl to you, Amy. Understand?" Victoria's voice was firm, hard, and everything Amy imagined it would be. She could feel each movement of the comparatively massive breasts smashed against her back, as the wet body against her slowly began to grind. The digits gripping Amy's nipples squeezed and rolled when she was too slow to answer.
"Y-yes! Ah, right there!" Victo-no, Glory Girl's fingers pinched down, and pulled forward, stretching out Amy's nearly non-existent breasts. She gasped in a mixture of surprise, delight, and pain, nearly collapsing forward at the rush of feelings.
"It looks like you're really enjoying this, Amy." Glory Girl released her grip on the hard points, only to open her palms and easily engulf Amy's entire chest in both hands, giving a firm squeeze as she did.
"What does that make you, Amy? What kind of girl enjoys being molested by her sister?" Her grip tightened— it left white marks on her skin, but Amy was much too excited to care. She knew this part of the script!
"A -Aah— a dirty slut! I'm a, a-ohgod-a filthy, worthless slut who who gets off on her sisters haaAAAHH!" The constant massage of her chest, along with the naughty thrill that ran through her when she called herself a slut sent Amy over the edge. The shocks running through her body made her weak, and when Glory Girl suddenly let go of her, Amy fell to the floor of the shower with a splash.
"A slut, hm? You think so? Well then, Slut, I'll have to use you like one!"
Amy felt a strong grip grab her hair and tilt her head back. As she opened her mouth to cry out, only to find her mouth filled. Glory Girl was holding Amy against her pussy with one hand, using the other to pull at her own, much larger breasts.
"Well?! Start licking, Slut! Lick your sister!" Amy shook herself out of her daze and went to work. She hadn't ever done this before, and did her best to substitute eagerness for skill. She flicked out her tongue, dragging it across Glory Girl's folds roughly, before diving straight in, pressing with as much as she could. Glory Girl threw back her head and moaned, rocking Amy's head against her slit with her hand.
It wasn't enough. Glory Girl became rougher and rougher, and soon Amy found herself simply holding her tongue out while Glory Girl rocked her head back and forth with a single hand.
"Come on, Slut! Is this the best you can do?! I wish I had something to stick down your throat— at least it would squeeze me, willing or not!"
That game Amy a wonderfully nice idea. She had been in the internet more and more often lately, due to having no friends outside of Victoria, and had found some.... Interesting things. Not the least of which was the idea of a 'futanari.' Pull muscle from here, form a pair of internal, over-productive testes there... Extend the whole creation, set it to trigger when a series of points are hit...
Amy carefully reached up, and tapped a specific set of pressure points on the inside of Glory Girl's thigh in order. Within seconds, the flesh was bulging, twisting, and soon enough, a fully formed penis was slapping Amy on the forehead with each pull of Glory Girl's hands.
"Hah.... Creative, Slut! Let me try it out!" With that comment, Glory Girl drew Amy back, used her free hand to point her new cock, and thrust straight into Amy's throat.
