6 Trying to Fuck a Telephone Pole (1/2)
”See? It takes energy to do... what you do. If you go too far, you might get low blood sugar and pass out, so be careful. OK?”
”Fine I will take it easy.”
She reached out, put her arms around me, and kissed my cheek.
”You can do things that very few people on Earth can do. But promise me that you will be discreet. If word gets out, you will be pestered by people who want to exploit you. If you want to live your own life, you will need to hide your abilities.”
”Sounds like you have some experience regarding this. You didn't freak out even after seeing such things.”
”Maybe. I cannot say anything more. You will understand later. Now you need to go Sarah. I love you.”
That was the last thing I heard before I slowly started losing consciousness.
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The next morning, I felt super. I hadn't slept at all well the previous night and I needed the rest. For some reason my memories of last night were a bit hazy. I knew I had met someone; I was at her place but for some inexplicable reason I woke up in my bed. I wouldn't be surprised if I had magically teleported to my own bed in the dead of night.
I know losing one's virginity was supposed to be a special affair but I didn't feel any different, nor had it affected my sex drive. In fact, I was already horny. I was not even that freaked out to realize that I had powers, frankly the last three months had changed my perception of what normal was.
I ran a brush through my hair and I padded down to the boys' bedrooms to see if I could find them. I tried Jim's first since it was the first, I came to. The door was slightly ajar, so I eased it open and stuck my head inside. The place was the mess I expected. There were clothes, schoolbooks, and piles of stuff everywhere. There was so much stuff piled on the bed that I did not notice at first that Jim was lying on it. He had his eyes tightly closed and his shorts down to his knees. His cock was in his fist and he was slowly stroking it up and down.
I was torn between being embarrassed at walking in on him while he was masturbating and being fascinated by it. I stood where I was for the moment and fascination quickly won out. I had never seen a boy masturbate before and the sight was awfully exciting. His hand went up and down, pulling the skin almost over the head on the upstroke and exposing it on the downstroke. It looked like he was doing it so hard that I thought it must hurt to be that rough. Although, from the way he moved his hips it must have felt pretty good to him. When he pulled down on his cock, the head bulged and turned purple. It looked like it would burst when he squeezed it.
I became acutely aware that I was only wearing an oversized top and that my body was beginning to react to the situation. I thought I should leave and give him some privacy, but I could not tear my eyes away from his cock. Several inches of it stuck out of his fist and it seemed to be getting even bigger as he stroked it. I wondered just how large Jim's would be when it stopped swelling.
Arousal and curiosity took over and rescinded my decision to leave. I stepped over to the side of the bed. Swinging my leg onto the bed, I straddled Jim's thighs so that I was sitting on his legs with his cock directly in front of my open pussy. When he felt my weight on him, his eyes snapped open and he let go of his cock.
”Hi there,” I said. I stroked my hands up my sides and under my breasts. ”Is this a private party or can anyone join in?”
His reaction was everything I hoped it would be. His eyes locked onto my chest and his mouth fell open. I expected him to start drooling any second. I let him have a good, long look at me. I turned and posed some, trying not to be too obvious about it. Although I don't think it mattered a bit to him how obvious I was being. My 48-18-36 measurements could reduce boys to quivering jelly.
I started to play with the one button below my breasts that held my top closed. I plucked at it and ran my fingers around it as though I couldn't figure out how to operate it. I mimed tugging and pulling at my top as though it was suffocating me and I was trying to get it off. I stroked my stomach and my hips and let my fingers flutter over my pussy as if I were about to start fingering myself.
He looked at me goggle-eyed and did not say a word. I decided to take that as an invitation. I reached out and took hold of his cock and started to stroke it for him. I tried to match his grip and technique as much as I could, even though my hand fit all the way around his shaft, I could not bring myself to be as rough as he had been with it.
”Oh, yes!” he said. ”That's good. Oh, that feels great.”
Encouraged, I felt the head of his cock with my other hand. It felt spongy and firm. The skin was very smooth and hot. I stroked and petted it with my fingers as I worked the shaft with my fist. I must have been doing it right, because his cock grew quickly and got very hard in my hand. The skin drew taut over the shaft and I felt veins bulge out. I relaxed my grip and let my hand slide over his cock, just stroking the shaft lightly. His hips started to buck under me and I had to spread my legs to keep from being thrown off. This pulled the skin away from my clit and I reached down between my legs and started to stroke my pussy with the same rhythm I was using on Jim's cock. In no time at all, I had juice running from my pussy. I slid up his thighs so my wetness was pressed against the base of his hard cock. The shaft reached to above my navel. I imagined it inside me, pushing into my vagina and I started rocking my hips to rub my clit against his cock.