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I got back to the motel and made my way to the room that Cherie had rented. I don’t know what they talked about, but the sounds of giggling and laughing as I walked up seemed to be a good sign. Knocking on the door, I patiently waited until Cherie opened the door.

Holding up the box, I drily said, “Got your pills.”

“You’re such a sweetie,” she returned, taking the box and pulling me inside by the front of my shirt.

“Yeah, yeah, now shoo.” Cherie just blew me a raspberry as she stepped outside. Turning to Sabah, I said, “Sorry about her, I hope she wasn’t too pushy. She’s nice but… can be a bit overbearing.”

“No, no, she was really nice. And… well,” she blushed lightly, “She’s also really pretty.”

“Yup, that she is.”

“You… you two never dated?”

I only met her yesterday, but I can’t say that, so instead I said, “A bit. We moved on for a while. Cherie’s not from Brockton Bay, neither am I. I bumped into her yesterday on the Boardwalk, and we got caught up on each others’ lives since we’d last seen each other.”

“You could have picked anywhere in the country, and you chose to move here?” she asked, only half joking.

“In my defense, it was cheap and while there were mentions of the fact that there’s nazis in the city, I didn’t think they’d be as bad as they are.”

She chuckled, and I sat down next to her on the bed. Cupping her cheek in my hand, I gently pulled her into a kiss. Her hand slowly, almost timidly, roamed across my chest, feeling my muscles through my shirt. Her fingers, to my amusement, tried to squeeze down, like she was expecting another woman’s breasts.

Breaking the kiss, I touched my forehead to hers and asked, “Ready for the next step?”

“Y-yes?”

Smiling at her, I planted a trail of kisses along her neck while my fingers undid the buttons of her blouse. I savored the cute noises coming out of her as I gently pushed the blouse off her, my hands reaching around to unhook her bra. Her breasts all but exploded out, their massive size no longer restrained by the plain blue garment.

Huh, I’d never been with a girl who had inverted nipples before. I grabbed her wrists before her hands could cover her breasts and, in between kissing the dusky altars of femininity before me, said, “Beautiful. Everything about you is wonderful.”

She blushed and glanced to the side, while I trailed further down. I kissed and nipped at her belly as I popped the button on her jeans and slid her pants down her smooth legs. Tossing her pants and shoes off to the side, I took in the blushing beauty before me. Clad just in a pair of black lace panties and white socks that went up to mid-shin, she was so sexy that I wanted to rip her panties off her and pound her through the floor.

But, I didn’t. Instead I pushed her back, so she was lying on the bed and peeled her panties off her. I noticed with some satisfaction that her panties were soaked to the point that they stuck to her mound before coming free. Giving her a smile, I dove into her core, taking advantage of the feedback I’d been given by old coworkers to give her a mind-blowing orgasm.

“Oh, fuck!” Sabah cried out as her hands flew down to my head, grabbing at my hair.

Sabah was hairier than I was used to, not completely wild, but it had been a couple days since she’d shaved. I didn’t let that slow me down or put me off. I wanted to make this memorable for her in all the right ways. The way she was clamping down on me to the point that I could barely hear her moans told me I was well on my way to achieving that goal.

Her fingers gripped my hair, trying to pull me into her even as she drove her hips up towards me. Having seen plenty of faked and real orgasms, I didn’t bother hiding a smirk as her back arched from a big one, her thighs squeezing around my head like she was trying to crush it. I glanced up, and if my head wasn’t stuck I would have jerked back in surprise.

Sabah’s legs fell limply, and as she recovered, I sent a questioning look at the naked Cherie sitting in an armchair, her hands teasing a nipple and her lower lips. She gave a smile and sauntered over to us on the bed.

“Promise me you’ll eat me out like that sometime?” she asked, then continued in a whisper, “I didn’t even have to do anything to her, that was all you. I hadn’t planned on joining in, but with how you turned her into a puddle of goo, how could I resist? Plus, despite it being the fantasy of every guy, I think she might actually enjoy it even more than you.”

Pecking me on the lips, and sampling Sabah at the same time, Cherie climbed up onto the bed and kneeled behind the still blissed out girl, pulling her head into her lap. Rolling my eyes, I quickly stripped out of my clothes. I’d been wanting this in some way for the better part of two semesters, so there was no way I was passing up the chance now that it was right in front of me, practically rolling out the pink welcome mat.

“Relax,” I heard Cherie whisper to Sabah, “Let go. You saw how good he was with his tongue. Has any girl ever eaten you out like that?”

“… no,” Sabah admitted, giving me a surge of satisfaction as I climbed up onto the bed and spread her legs.

“There it is. He’s ready for you. Let it go, let him take the lead. He’s more than earned it, don’t you think?”

“Yesss.”

“Say it. Ask him, and he’ll do it.”

Sabah looked me in the eye as I rubbed the head of my cock against her gushing lips, “Please, fuck me.”

“As the lady requests,” I said with a smirk before sliding into her.

Sabah let out a guttural moan as my dick pierced her depths, her soft, velvety walls clamping down on my length, squeezing and massaging me.

“B-big,” she stammered as she stared down at where we were joined.

“Yeah, he’s amazing isn’t he?” Cherie purred as I finally buried myself to the hilt in Sabah. I pulled out, making Sabah groan in disappointment, only to squeak as I thrust back in.

“So gooooood…” Sabah moaned as I started to pick up speed.

“That’s how it is. When you get a big, hard, throbbing dick inside you, attached to a guy that knows how to use it to push your every. Little. Button. There’s no feeling like it. Now, you won’t have to miss out on this ever again,” Cherie cooed at Sabah as she ran her fingers through the shorter girl’s hair, before looking up at me. “She can handle a rougher pace. Make her really feel it.”

Well, if she wants rougher, she’ll get rougher. Leaning down, I grabbed her legs and brought them up to my chest, her toes pointing towards the head of the bed. Then, far slower than I’d like but the only way to make this practical, I turned her over as I brought my knees closer together.

“Ooh, doggy style, nice,” Cherie complimented as she leaned back, Sabah’s head now right above her pussy. Which was my plan from the start, and not a happy side effect whatsoever. Regardless, with my hands having a firm grip on Sabah’s hips, I drove my cock into her, pounding her with all the force and as fast as I could muster.

On Sabah’s other end, Cherie guided her face to her lower lips, and with whispered words of encouragement the dusky girl started eating her out, my thrusts and her constant moaning from them making the act far more challenging than she was used to. I didn’t bother starting gently this time. My dick drove into her with all the force I could, my hips colliding with her ass sending rippling waves through her bubble butt and drawing grunts from the short girl with each impact.

“Feels good doesn’t it? His big dick splitting you wide open, his hips pounding into you is so much better than a strap-on, don’t you agree?” Cherie asked as she held Sabah’s head still.

Sabah, for her part, didn’t immediately answer, instead focusing on trying to eat out the much more dominant girl. Cherie wasn’t having that, and pulled her head up to look her in the eye and said, “I asked you a question. Isn’t he better than a girl with a strap-on?”

“YESH! He’s sooo gooood!” Sabah screamed as she came, her walls clenching tightly on my cock.

“Good girl. I may still pull out something special for you later if you keep being a good girl. I’m nice like that.”

If Cherie planned on continuing the dirty talk, I didn’t give her the chance. Despite the various tricks I’d learned working in porn to keep from cumming, it was a close call when Sabah came. Too close. Pulling out, I flipped Sabah over onto her back and quickly climbed up to straddle her stomach. Furiously pumping my dick, I finished all over the sweaty, heaving breasts before me.

“Aw, I was hoping you’d let her feel you cumming inside her,” Cherie pouted, making me give her a light glare.

“I really don’t think a pregnancy risk is a good idea for a first date,” I chided her.

“But it was tempting, no?”

Of course it was, I’m a straight guy and I was fucking a hot woman. It is quite literally hardwired into me to want to cum inside her. But I wasn’t going to give Cherie the satisfaction of saying it out loud.

Sabah was ignoring our byplay, instead her attention was entirely on the strands of cum that I’d splattered over her chest. Hesitantly, she reached out with her right hand and scooped a little bit of it up. Before, equally hesitantly, bringing it up to her mouth and slipping it in. That did it for me, I was hard again (thanks powers).

Since I was still straddling Sabah, it made what I had planned next easy. Grabbing her wrists, I brought Sabah’s hands to her breasts and told her, “Push them together.”

“Okay?” she gave me a confused look, not realizing what I had in mind.

With one hand on my dick, I pushed into the warm, pillowy passage that was Sabah’s tits. Thrusting back and forth, I relished in the different feel of Sabah’s chest compared to the last time I’d done this. There was a difference in the way natural breasts felt compared to ones inflated with implants, and the natural ones definitely won out.

“Oh!” Sabah started suddenly, and I noted that Cherie had left the head of the bed.

A glance behind me showed that she’d gotten a few toys, including a vibrating egg that she was using scotch tape to stick to Sabah’s clit and a bright pink dildo strapped around her waist. She gave me a saucy grin before pushing into Sabah’s gushing slit. Sabah gave a long moan of pleasure but tinged with… disappointment?

“See? I said I’d have something special for you. Now put those funbags to work, Pet,” Cherie said as she started to fuck Sabah.

I admit, it was more than a little hot to see Cherie domming Sabah. Especially when the ‘Pet’ started to move her breasts up and down, providing some more friction and variation to the titfuck. I could get used to this.

Together, Cherie and I went to town on Sabah until she was a soaked, gibbering, blissed out mess. Then I fucked Cherie into the mattress on top of the passed out Sabah, filling her pussy with two loads, both at her urging. But eventually, sleep came to us as well.

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Of the three of us, I woke up first. I hadn’t needed a full eight hours ever since… ever since I got my powers a few years back. They weren’t all that impressive, a fairly minor Brute package that had gotten a little bit stronger over the years. Even today I doubt I’d be tanking anything bigger than a small handgun. Even that would leave me pretty badly bruised, but it was better than dead. The most useful part of it was the boosted endurance and faster recovery times. Or at least, I had thought that was all that was to it until I met Cherie.

From what she said, it seems I’m at least partially resistant to Master powers. Would that also apply to other powers? Who knows, and I had no interest in getting involved in cape fights to find out.

Shaking my head as I came back from the bathroom, I took in the sight of the two girls sprawled out on the bed with a light smirk. Cherie and Sabah looked nothing alike, but both had the ‘morning after fuck’ look to them. Hair sticking to their skin, the dull glimmer of dried sweat on their skin, and, in Cherie’s case, the dried remains of my cum that had leaked out of her.

Sabah’s head by the edge of the bed gave me an idea. Gently, so as not to wake her just yet, I took her by the shoulders and moved her so her head hung off the edge of the bed. Cherie had woken up as I did so, and blearily rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she yawned.

“Don’t get me started,” I chided her with a teasing tone.

“Oh fuck off,” she swore as she gingerly got out of bed. “Where’s the goddamn coffee machine? There’d fucking better be one in here.”

I looked at her in surprise, not expecting her to be the type of person that was an animal before their first cup of coffee. She looked back at me as she found the coffee maker and got a pot brewing.

“Well? What are you waiting for? A fucking engraved invitation?” she asked while nodding to the still sleeping Sabah.

Shrugging it off, I lifted Sabah’s jaw and slid my dick into her mouht. Immediately, the sleeping girl started suckling, much to my delight. Gently feeding her more of my length, I made sure not to go too deep, there were a lot of teeth down there and while I probably wouldn’t lose it if she bit down from me going too far too fast, it would still hurt like a bitch.

By the fourth or fifth pump, Sabah was making adorable muffled noises, telling both Cherie and I that she was waking up. When her hands came up and started squeezing at her breasts, there was no doubt about it.

“Morning, Pet. Ready for him to go a bit rougher? As a reward for doing so well yesterday?” Cherie asked as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

Sabah’s response was limited due to my dick in her mouth, but it sounded positive, so on the next downstroke, I started pushing past her mouth into her throat. She immediately started to gag and choke, but her hands just squeezed and pinched at her breasts harder. Enjoying her obedience, and the way her throat constricted around my cock, I started to drive into her mouth. This wasn’t a blowjob or deep throat anymore. Now we were partaking in full on throatfucking.

But, all good things must come to an end, and as I buried my dick down her throat, unleashing my load on a straight path to Sabah’s stomach, part of my mind noted that Cherie’s phone was ringing. Pulling out after I finished, I patted Sabah on the back as she sat up, coughing and rubbing the tears from her eyes.

“Good girl, you did such a good job,” I told her as I rubbed her back. “I’m proud of you.”

Sabah didn’t say anything, too focused on rubbing at her neck and catching her breath, but she gave me a small smile and a thankful look on her face. I leaned up and gave her a soft kiss to her forehead, before shooing her to the bathroom so she could shower.

“That was hot, right?” Cherie asked with a smirk as she hung up her phone. I just rolled my eyes, making her giggle before she continued. “Anyway, that was a follow up from our ‘little birdie’. She’s interested in meeting up.”

I immediately felt conflicted. On the one hand, she was talking about fucking a kid who couldn’t even be in high school yet. On the other, the thought of fucking a kid who couldn’t even be in high school yet was really fucking hot. The thought of taking the forbidden fruit, of plucking the virginity of a girl just entering womanhood…

And yet I know I shouldn't do it. It was just wrong. I will simply say no. That's the right choice, right?