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It’s Her Party and She’ll Fuck If She Wants To

Dressed in her pink party dress which seemed just the teensiest bit tighter, Coral controlled herself from floating through the corridor and down the staircase and contented herself with merely walking with incredible grace, looking as if she were gliding on ice in her pink high heels. Though, when no one was within her incredible line of sight and within her extremely sensitive earshot, Coral couldn’t help but to float up, turn around, cross her legs and recline float down her own familiar home with a smug look on her face.

What a birthday this was so far!

All eyes were on her as she strolled into the banquet hall, and not just because the wait staff announced her arrival. No, everyone definitely noticed that something was different about Coral. More confident. More radiant. More beautiful.

Multiple tables were established and seatings arranged. After making the rounds exchanging niceties to all the guests with her father and stepmother (who gave her a little word of encouragement about Matthew), Coral sat at what was jokingly referred to as the kids’ table with the rest of her colleagues and classmates.

Naturally she was the last one to be seated, given her status as host and birthday girl. Alisa shot her a nasty look, but Coral gleefully took the high road and just smiled back naturally, relishing the fact that she could probably throw that stuck-up bitch high into the sky with a simple flick of her wrist! She almost physically patted herself on the back for exercising such refined self-restraint.

Alisa, for her part, was merely confused.

Everett sat by Alisa, looking at Coral in terror. She merely smiled back and pinched her fingers together tightly, now that she knew how strong she was. He winced at the memory of the inexorable pressure that Coral had applied to his hand while he was being playfully indecent.

He left her alone for the rest of the evening as well.

The round table was large and seated twenty. Unfortunately, her new super senses meant that she couldn’t really place anyone in her peripheral vision. Everyone and everything was just so clear and vibrant to her now, and her mind raced as she processed where everyone was all at once, using not just sight, but also sound and smell!

It was almost overwhelming, but for her similarly enhanced mind.

Coral flipped her hair back, intentionally letting her sweet, subtle, floral scent waft over her classmate Trevor. His reaction was so obvious, Coral was afraid she’d overdone it! But as usual, she was overestimating everyone but herself. Stifling a giggle as he strained against the burgeoning erection in his pants, Coral took a seat as a waiter pulled out her chair. She ostentatiously let her dress swish against her satin skin to good effect before they pushed her seat in.

Even Coral’s astute senses weren’t enough to keep her focus spread wide while she luxuriated in the smell of Trevor’s hormones going wild, his breathing growing ragged and rapid, and the uncomfortable shifting of his erection in his cheap slacks. He was her upper classmate, one who was out of place at a high society shindig. He’d shown her around Windorf University when she was still just a freshman.

She neglected to mention that he was showing her around the Connors-Swan dorm, one of two buildings named for her family. Coral was young, used to attention, and thought Trevor was playing some sort of practical joke on her only to reveal later that he knew all along. She hadn’t considered that someone might not know who she was. That she wasn’t the center of the entire world.

He had scoffed and laughed her off when she finally revealed that she was the heiress of her pseudonymous dorm. Trevor had laughed it off. But when her expression didn’t change, he began to reconsider.

It turned out that name alone wasn’t enough to do well at Windorf University, though it certainly didn’t hurt. Trevor helped her get acclimated, helped her with homework assignments, partially escorted to various buildings on the enormous campus when he was going the same direction (and sometimes when he wasn’t), and gave her all the tips about which professors to take and which to avoid. Thanks to him, Coral’s first semester hadn’t ended up as a self name-dropping entitled disaster.

When she invited Trevor to her birthday party over summer, he had no idea what he was getting into. He didn’t come from money, let alone Connors-Swan money. He had gotten in on his own hard work and earned a full scholarship.

“Ehm, Coral, I had no idea... did you hear them call my name and introduce me to the party? I couldn’t even say my own name correctly, and I didn’t have any titles! They just called me ‘friend to Coral.’” He mimed some air quotes.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s normal.”

“Normal!?” Trevor raised an eyebrow. “Damn right, I’m the one that’s normal! But everybody else had at least one last name, often two, and was a titan of industry!”

“Hey, you’re here on the birthday girl’s invite, so that makes you one of the most important guests,” Coral reassured him.

“I got... I got you a gift,” he looked almost embarrassed to say. “I’ll just tell you now, because if you’re opening all of these publicly, I’m pretty sure I’ll have died by then. It’s a whole set of chicks hatching from different colored eggs. Hand knit. Really cute... but not a new sports car cute,” he moaned.

“Oh em gee really!? I’m gonna love it! I swear!” Coral answered with honest excitement. She had a well-beaten up chicken plush hidden away in the corner of her room at Windorf, and most people didn’t pay it any mind. She wanted to tear into Trevor’s gift right now!

Everyone continued their small group conversations as the waiters poured a glass of aromatic red wine from a bottle whose label alone looked expensive.

“I miss the days when you were the dumb blonde who didn’t know Clemens Hall from Carmina,” Trevor moaned as he looked all around the room. “Just look at me! I look like a total pauper here. Which I am!”

Coral stared him down. Without warning she flashed her hand into his admittedly ill-fitted slack pockets and squeezed his thigh a tiny bit with her steely fingers. Not hard enough to hurt him, more than hard enough to confuse and intimidate him, and intimate enough to definitely increase his discomfort in the most arousing way.

“I told you to knock it off,” she dug her fingers a little deeper into his flesh. “I promise I’ll show you a good time,” she continued by leaning into his ear and whispering conspiratorially, letting her moist breath tickle his skin.

She smiled with giddy joy when he saw the goosebumps form on his skin as he began to sweat on his brow. God, seducing Trevor was so easy now! Just like Matt. She wasn’t particularly experienced and didn’t think she was that skilled, but having supercharged senses and being physically unstoppable seemed to help that along just fine. And her instantly effective seduction was turning even herself on.

Everything just felt so good!

“Coral, what are you doing!?” Trevor hissed, worried it was too quiet to hear.

But Coral picked it up, no problem.

Want me to stop? She mouthed, with a seductive arch of her eyebrow. Her blue eyes positively shown. Emboldened by her strength and sexuality, she moved deeper to wrap those steely fingers over his erection and began to pump, slow and controlled.

A hugely conflicted Trevor trembled and looked at her. Coral could tell he wanted it, even if he’d never admit it.

Okay then! She mouthed at him before she could change his mind. Without warning, she pushed her hand right through the inner fabric of his pants, covering the ripping sound by tapping the glass with a perfectly manicured, harder than diamond nail. She drank deeply from her wineglass as her cool hand and soft fingers made direct contact with his so-called hard shaft, bulging and throbbing under her forbidden touch.

Trevor thought he was going to die of bliss and embarrassment.

“More wine, please,” Coral ordered.

In a few, fluid, silky strokes, Coral realized that Trevor was under extreme duress. Her sensitive touch could feel the burning heat now emanating from his shaft, his penis fully hard and seemingly on the verge of erupting when he had been flaccid just a few moments ago. A gentle exploration over his exposed cockhead confirmed it. Only her ears picked up the slick sound of rubbing, his sticky precum lubricating her fingers as she gave him one last pump and an impossibly firm squeeze, calculated to perfection to leave him on the ragged edge, but not tipping him over.

Then she extracted her hand and prepared to eat her birthday meal. But the meal she really wanted was baking in the oven right next to her, aching for release.

The waiters brought out a quail egg with caviar, one of Coral’s favorite dishes, naturally. Trevor looked at the dish like it was some sort of alien parasite. Coral dug her fork into the salty, slimy concoction and put it in her mouth before crinkling her nose.

“What, even you don’t like it?” Trevor whispered.

“It’s... it’s my favorite,” Coral replied, wholly unconvincingly.

“Uh huh. Sure looks that way.”

He pushed the little plate away from himself.

Coral could taste the usual salty sea in the sturgeon eggs, but there were so many new dimensions open to her now! And she was unaccustomed. Was it beginning to spoil? The flavors and sensations she was feeling couldn’t even be put into words!

She looked around. Everyone else was eating happily.

It had to be fine. Coral took another bite. Yeah, it was fine. Which simply didn’t meet her expectation of absolutely amazing. A funny cost to being super, she supposed.

She dug into the creamy yolk. Nice and smooth, good volume and richer than the usual chicken eggs.

“There’ll be more,” she reassured Trevor as she took another sip of wine. “And you might wanna drink some wine for what I have planned later...”

He didn’t even see her hand as she whipped it back underneath the table and gave him another erotic squeeze. With her legs intertwined with the chair’s, she almost floated off the floor in giddy joy when his hands gripped at the tablecloth as he struggled to stay upright.

Six courses (bone marrow was one dish that was even better than Coral remembered) and two hours later of more palatable food for Trevor, dinner service was over. Despite her outward confidence, Coral was still relatively nervous about having sex. She’d only gone “all the way” with two boys before her nineteenth birthday, and she definitely wanted to go “all the way” with Trevor. Sex with her ex had been wholly disappointing, and the one night stand was... well it happened. And the thing with Matthew in the pool? That was fucking fantastic, but she knew she never had anything to worry about regarding him. He was such an obedient little boy.

But Trevor was her elder, and she was about to force her way with him. Not that he seemed to mind as he kept stealing glances at the top of Coral’s dress where her cleavage bulged out. She gave him a show, brushing it with her upper arm and giving it a good jiggle.

Before Coral knew it, she’d downed more than a bottle of red. She overheard the waiters whispering about it, warning each other to cut her off, but none of them could get over the fact that she wasn’t exhibiting any signs of inebriation. It was having no effect on her at all! Not impairing her mind, but also not steeling her nerves.

As soon as she and Trevor finished gulping down their final course—sourdough ice cream and brown butter chocolate chip cookies, she pushed her seat back, grabbed Trevor by the hand, and nearly yanked his arm out of his socket. On her way past the kitchen, she gently suggested that Trevor visit the bathroom, which he gladly obliged. Using her superspeed, she snuck another bottle from her home’s well-stocked pantry and waited for her next conquest to finish and clean up. Judging that she had plenty of time, she sped over to where the gifts were kept in a separate room, turned into a pink and cream blur lifting heavy boxes out of the way before finding one that was signed by Trevor, placed everything neatly back into place, and came back to a relaxed lean outside the bathroom. When he finally finished emptying his bladder, she greeted him with her hands full.

“You showed me around Connors-Swan dormitory. Now let me introduce you to the Connors-Swan mansion.”

Even through the excitement of it all, Coral could hear her step-mother Penny asking people if they’d seen Coral. But whatever. That could wait. She had a guest to entertain.

Coral led Trevor to one of the private entertainment rooms in their mansion. No way was a boy going to get to enter her personal bedroom for something like this.

Trevor stepped into the dimly lit room first. It was a movie theater, but with plenty of lush sofas and dining tables instead of rows of tight chairs with no leg space and a sticky floor. Somehow the relatively modest excesses hit Trevor even harder than the legions of valets and servants.

The sound of a cork popping free shocked him out of his gawking. He saw Coral taking a deep swig from a wine bottle, gulping loudly as if it were water.

“Damn, Coral! Slow down! Are we really going to... I mean, I don’t want to take advantage of you when you’re drunk.”

Coral would’ve choked on the wine were she not super. Instead, she swallowed quickly and wiped her pretty mouth with the back of her hand before laughing at his impertinence.

“You, take advantage of me?” she asked incredulously as if it were the dumbest statement she’d ever heard. “You should be more worried about yourself,” she taunted him playfully. “You want a drink?” She offered the bottle to him.

“Uh, no thanks, I had plenty...”

“Suit yourself.”

Coral chugged the rest of the bottle, still feeling no ill or beneficial effect.

“Come on Coral, this isn’t right. If you’re in the right state of mind later, maybe... maybe I can cash in this offer of yours,” he suggested while mentally chastising himself for turning down the opportunity of a lifetime. God, she was so freaking beautiful!

“What a gentleman!” Coral laughed. “I like your gift, by the way.” She gestured to the bar attached to the wall.

It was his present. Three little chickies, all lined up in a row. When had she done that!?

When he looked back to his hostess with the mostest, she was way up in his personal space. Her fingers were tracing inside his waistband as she pressed her firm, unyielding breasts against his retail-bought untailored shirt.

“C-Coral!” How was this girl everywhere at once!?

“Last chance, Trevor. I really want to fuck. What do you think? Do I smell drunk?”

Coral looked at him with her smoldering, almost unnaturally blue eyes. Knowing that she had him spellbound, she puckered her lips and blew a sweet kiss his way.

If he weren’t about ready to burst, he surely was now.

There was no stench of alcohol on Coral’s breath. Just a wonderful perfume that set his blood aflame, sent his adrenaline pumping, and threatened to overwhelm his senses. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears and the flush of his face.

“Oh god! Yes, yes, please forget what I said before! I say the dumbest things sometimes!” he panted.

Coral smiled as she dominated her prey. She wasn’t sure she would’ve taken no for an answer, and there was certainly nothing Trevor could’ve done about it. But making him say yes was a real conscience easer. Although, the spice of getting her way even despite his protests... Coral came to a decision.

“Good. That makes this easier. Besides, you couldn’t have stopped me even if you wanted,” she licked her lips.

“Wh-wha?”

Before he could form another thought, Coral blasted him again with her impossibly sweet breath. His eyes glazed over as his erection began to quiver, his balls already roiling just from her scent alone!

His eyes squeezed shut, Trevor was too busy processing the arousal Coral forced upon him that he didn’t even notice what she was doing until she’d done it. A loud tearing noise filled the air, and his dress slacks and his briefs were all torn into shreds! His impressive girth was standing as straight as a flagpole, pressed flat between his own torso and hers.

“My pants!” he shrieked as he saw the useless fabric lying on the ground by their sides. A rush of air later, he had a new, not particularly descriptive follow-up phrase.

“My god!” he continued when Coral launched her body against his and slammed them both against a wall.

Coral was naked! Her dress was pooled on the floor where they had been standing. His... his back hurt a little bit! When had she taken off her dress? When had she slammed him against the wall? These simple questions quickly ceased to concern him when Coral began to grind her body against him.

“Oh Trevor... my sweet sophomore. You’re going to be a junior next year, won’t you? I can’t wait to learn from you... you must be so experienced,” she moaned as she rubbed her body against his.

Trevor, for his part, could only wheeze and moan as Coral’s breasts battered his chest and constricted his breathing.

Coral couldn’t believe how good this felt! She’d only given a few handjobs, and while it aroused her to make her previous lovers come or even to feel their steely heat in her hand, at the end of it, it always seemed more of a chore than anything else. Even worse when it was her ex who could achieve his ending and then give her nothing in return. And Matthew was her first blowjob ever, and the feeling of his body tightening and loading before the ultimate violent burst of pleasure spurting out of his tip and into her mouth had driven her absolutely wild!

And now, Trevor, pressed helplessly against the wall and being used like a scratching post—oh, that was scratching her itches all right!

The feeling of her hard nipples scraping his skin, the heat of his wet erection rubbing against her torso, her long, warm legs intertwined with his and pushing him up against the wall. Every nerve in her body seemed like it was on fire, and utterly insatiable!

She pressed her lips to his and breathed hotly in his face, making his rigid shaft twitch once more before locking his lips shut with her own. She continued to grind and hump against him earnestly with a mere fraction of the power flowing in her body as she darted her pink tongue against his lips, flicking and exploring.

Trevor hissed and moaned from Coral’s powerful and undeniable humping. How could her body be this steely!? And he couldn’t deny how incredibly aroused he was from her inexperienced full-body massage. He slammed against the wall of this home theater system rhythmically, his hips and chest beginning to bruise from Coral’s relentless assault.

Her lips, her tongue... all of it carried that inexorable scent that was tipping him over the edge. He parted his lips to allow her entry, to suck on that beautiful muscle and to try to kiss her back. As he closed his lips to caress her, he suddenly discovered that even her tongue was much too powerful for him!

Coral’s sexy tongue darted right past his lips and swatted his own tongue out of the way, exploring him as they pleased. She filled him up so fully and so deeply that even his moans were stifled by her invasive kiss. Only when his body began to weaken from lack of air, his arms trembling and pushing ineffectively against her superior body did she retract her tongue and ease up on him.

“Nnnnngg...” Trevor moaned, his legs too jellied to stand up straight anymore. His erection had been rock hard the whole time, being pressed and abused against their torsos. Just the stimulation of Coral’s rock hard abs against his hypersensitive head was nearly enough to make him come! The fact that Coral had nearly caused him to black out had probably saved him the indignity of a premature ejaculation all over Coral’s magnificent body.

Coral too was panting with arousal herself. Her breasts were tingling like never before, her expansive cleavage flushed and heated with nowhere for the air to escape. Even her biological mother’s necklace was warm, those faintly glowing stones emanating a soothing warmth.

Her womb was aching. Her fingers, her toes tingled with sensation. Her clit was peeking out from beneath its hood, wet, bulging, and seeking attention. And her pussy lips... Coral found she could control them so effortlessly! Her love canal was begging to be filled, to be stimulated; she contracted her inner muscles powerfully and squeezed them shut, letting them slam against each other powerfully. Then relaxed. Then clenched together again.

“Coral... I don’t have... protection,” Trevor wheezed. He was nearly done, but he desperately wanted to continue. He had no choice in Coral’s presence, her beauty overwhelming him while her scent intoxicated him far more easily than the alcohol served at dinner.

The associative thought amused Coral. Protection? An airplane needed protection from her, and this cute little upperclassman was warning her about protection. But of course, he was right. He was the experienced one after all.

She still desperately seeked release as she gripped with her nether lips and masturbated without touching herself. But if rubbing alone had felt better than sex in her previous life ever had, then this was building up to a promising, climactic ending.

“Don’t worry,” she breathed. “I’ll just rub against your tip. It’ll be fine,” she breathed hotly over his face.

“No... not safe...” he struggled to reason with her even as she continued to violently chip away at his rational mind.

Coral scowled. She wouldn’t be denied any longer.

Without warning, her feet left the floor as she leaned back in. Her breasts pressed into his chest and dragged upward, nearly sending her into conniptions as her aching peaks left a light scratch in his vulnerable skin. Before Trevor could object, her cleavage swallowed his entire head whole, trapping his face in between those firm mountains of flesh, preventing him from speaking any longer. All he could do was drown in a sea of her loveliness.

With Trevor helpless and obedient now, Coral carefully adjusted her long legs and spread them apart, lowering herself precisely to rub his engorged and beyond-ready cockhead against the juicy folds of her pussy lips.

“Mmmfff!” Coral moaned as she lightly bobbed downward, dragging his cockhead from the bottom edge of her labia to the top. As soon as his virile rod touched her waiting clit, Coral seized up.

With a violent shudder, Coral spurted her juices all over his twitching iron.

She almost swiveled her lower body straight through Trevor’s as her body clenched in sheer superhuman pleasure. The superpowered nineteen year old ceased her flying as she just held in midair, trembling violently. One hand shot to her urgently begging nipples and pinched hard enough to crush steel. Her legs quivered powerfully, enough to shatter concrete had she not been aware enough to restrain herself for poor Trevor’s sake.

Her hair flew back of its own accord as her neck shot upward, screaming silently to the heavens and thanking them for her life-changing pleasure. Her toes curled as another earth-shattering flick from her beautiful digit struck the rigid tip of her breast.

In the midst of it all, Trevor was suffocating in the lovely warmth of Coral’s breasts. He could do nothing to escape, if he even wanted to escape. The incredible force of Coral’s juices splashing onto his ready to erupt dick was enough. As her lubrication covered him in wet slipperiness, his roiling testicles seized up before a powerful surge quaked from the base of his shaft all the way through the tip.

He screamed into Coral’s breasts as his hips thrust violently, trying to rival a fraction of the pleasure that Coral was feeling. Rope after rope of his cum splashed across her trembling slit. The tip of his head was hardly touching her, but he’d never felt such a hot, productive orgasm in his life!

As soon as Trevor orgasmed, Coral felt another powerful wave washing over her. He really was coming, just from being grinded by her superior body! The feather light caress of his arcing fluid was enough to send her overstimulated nerves into another clutching climax, even stronger than before. Her eyes glowed with sheer power once again, but she frantically begged them to stop even as her mind threatened to unravel from sheer ecstasy.

Luckily for her, the strange artifact hanging around her neck began to glow. Suddenly, Coral didn’t feel such an uncontrollable need to fire those destructive energies from her eyes.

Her breasts battered his face as her perfumed gush wafted all over him. With a final shudder that rattled Trevor’s head and knocked him out cold, Coral floated off of him and let him slump to the ground. He was covered in his and her juices combined, breathing deeply and heavily with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Oh my god...” Coral whispered as she fingered her still trembling labia. Her body was still flushed from her recent double orgasm, but a few swirls of her fingers against her still throbbing clit and she bellowed out in sheer pleasure again! Only the padded walls of her home theater prevented anyone from hearing.

Panting horizontally in midair, Coral rotated and finally set her heeled feet down. Picking up Trevor’s unconscious body and slinging it over her shoulder, she listened for any noises outside before quickly depositing him in a bedroom. She wiped him off quickly with a towel and put him in bed to sleep it off.

How many times had she come today already? Her body was already begging for another!

Restraining the urge to fly around the house, Coral checked herself out in the mirror. She scrutinized herself with her better than perfect eyesight. She still looked like she’d just gotten all dolled up for the party.

Maybe Matthew would be up for another round...