Chapter 350 - My OC Stash #50 - Being Sophia Hesss S_l_u_t In A World of Reversed S_e_x_u_a_l Morality by Chastity (Worm) (1/2)

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

Ever since I had drunk that vial, things had been different. I hadn't noticed right off the bat, but it quickly became obvious that I had somehow moved to a world much like my own, except for one key difference: here, women were the s_e_x_u_a_l aggressors.

At first, I'd thought the change was some kind of uncontrolled mental power on my part, but every piece of media - television, comics, books - now followed this same mirror morality. The male action heroes hemmed and hawed, wondering if their love interests would make for suitable mothers, while the women aggressively pursued them, took advantage of them, wolf-whistled, and everything else. Either my power had warped literally every mammal and record on Earth or, more likely, I had fallen into some parallel Earth, very similar to my home dimension except for this one key difference.

That wasn't all the vial had done. I could also sense parahumans, detecting the faint and multicolored pulsations emanating from their bodies, echoes and hints of powers and trigger events rolling off them. I'd noticed two girls at my high school with powers: a gawky, dark-haired girl with an aura that looked something like long, oscillating strands of electricity, and a dark-skinned beauty on the track team, her own aura like a dark grey smoke, constantly swirling around her.

There was more to the power, something to do with manipulating the powers of others. I could tell that much, but I couldn't really test it. What was I supposed to do? Just try fiddling with another parahuman's powers at school? They'd probably notice, and probably not be pleased with me.

So instead I did my best to simply pretend that I didn't have powers - I couldn't do much of anything with them, after all.

But...

If you live and breathe, you've probably fantasized about having s_e_x with a heroine or villainess at some point, and almost all parahumans were one or the other. The gawky bullying victim didn't really attract my attention, compared to the standout that was the track star, Sophia Hess. Dark skin, athletic build, a lot of fire that made me think she'd be a wildcat - tomcat? - in bed. She'd probably have been way out of my league in my own world. I'm not ugly, but not handsome either - a seven out of ten back home, and that probably declines a point or two from guys spending much more time on their appearance here.

But if a six out of ten girl offers to have s_e_x with you any way you like, well... you'd probably take them up on it, right? Unless you had some reason not to, and as far as I could tell, Sophia was straight and single.

So I mustered up the courage to approach her after a track practice session, her body lightly slick with sweat. My eyes wandered a little - she was fit, as you'd expect of somebody who got exercise both as a track team member and as a cape. She smirked at that, tilting her head. ”Something to say?” She asked.

”Yes,” I said, really not liking the anxiety developing in my stomach. This would be easy. ”Would you like to have s_e_x with me?”

She paused at that, frowning in surprise, tilting her head. ”You're leading with that? Want to take it back?”

”No. I want you to f_u_c_k me, and take my v_i_r_g_i_n_i_t_y,” I said. Hopefully that was a ridiculously s_e_xy enough thing to cover up for the fact that it was insanely stupid and socially awkward way to phrase it. She was basically the equivalent of a teenage boy, after all.

She smirked. ”Hey, if you're offering, I'll take you up on it.” She stretched her neck. ”I should hit the showers first, though.”

I just nodded, not blurting out the first though in my mind, which was that I didn't really care if she was sweaty or not.

She dragged me along with her, made me get on the bus she took back, headed to her home. She paused momentarily as she arrived, checking the driveway and garage, before heading inside, smiling like a maniac as she all but threw me on the bed. ”You know, f_u_c_k_i_n_g boys is one of the perks of being on the track team,” she said, slamming the door behind her, ”but they're normally a little more circ_u_mspect about getting taken to my bedroom.”

”I guess I'm a s_l_u_t?” I said, with a sheepish smile, not knowing what my response should be. That apparently satisfied Sophia, though, because she soon moved to straddle me, wearing a pair of shorts that showed off all her legs. Her hands gripped my biceps, holding me down beneath her, staring down at me.

”You're all alone in my bedroom. Door's locked. Mom's out. I could do anything I want with you.” There was a certain menace in her voice, as if she wanted to see me afraid before she got to it.

”Go ahead,” I responded, with a shrug - or as much of one as I could manage, my arms held to my sides like that.

She cackled at that, tossing her head up, dark hair tumbling around her features in a way that made her look beautiful rather than threatening. She let her hands leave my biceps, practically tearing my pants and u_n_d_e_r_w_e_a_r off, hard enough I briefly worried they'd rip as they slid down to rest above my knees. My by that point extremely erect c_o_c_k popped out, and she smiled at that.

”You like that kind of talk, huh?” She teased, her hand stroking up and down my length, slim, dark fingers contrasting my own skin tone. ”Maybe you are a s_l_u_t,” she said, still stroking me off. ”I thought at first, you just had a crush and were dumb enough to think a girl's c_u_n_t was the way to a relationship, but that's not so, is it? You just want a nice, tight c_u_n_t around this c_o_c_k of yours.” She tilted it from side to side, as if demonstrating exactly what she was talking about.

My length twitched at that, and she smiled wickedly. I wasn't used to this kind of dirty talk - it was pretty unique to this universe - but I couldn't deny I liked it. The aggressiveness, the eagerness, the way she could scarcely believe that I'd just come up to her and asked her for s_e_x. ”I mean, I'd like to do it more than once,” I told her.

She laughed at that. ”Sure, if you feel good in my c_u_n_t,” she said, l_i_c_k_i_n_g her upper lip. ”You know, I don't even know your name. Do you like that, s_l_u_t? Being about to lose your v_i_r_g_i_n_i_t_y to a girl who doesn't know your name?” I nodded, and she laughed again, shaking her head, shifting her body to move from straddling me. Her gaze absently swept along my body with an appreciative hum as she peeled off her shorts and u_n_d_e_r_w_e_a_r, tossing them to the side before moving to straddle me again. ”I'm going to pop your cherry in three... two... one!”

At that, she slammed herself down my entire length, making me groan at the feeling. Her insides were tight, exquisitely so, and my brain briefly simply shut off in response to the feeling, my eyes closing as I simply breathed in response to the p_l_e_a_s_u_r_e she'd inflicted on me. For her part, she pushed up my shirt, soon peeling it off, her hands running along it with some interest. It was clear she wasn't entirely satisfied with my body, by the way she poked and groped my stomach, as if hoping some abs would suddenly appear there, but she didn't say anything.

She was just resting on my pelvis, then, staring down at me as she did so. ”How's it feel, not being a v_i_r_g_i_n any longer?”

”Good,” I breathed out, and she just smiled at that, laughing again.

”Have you had your first kiss?” She asked, still smirking. I shook my head, which made her giggle even further, her fit body quivering around my c_o_c_k in the process, the small bounces from her laughter serving to massage my length where it rested within her. ”You lost your cherry down there before your first kiss... I'd almost feel sorry for you.” Her hand went up to my jaw, squishing my cheeks from below, forcing me to pucker up. ”Maybe if you beg, I'll let you lose your kiss v_i_r_g_i_n_i_t_y before you come in a woman for the first time.”

”Please kiss me,” I slurred, her hand making it difficult. She wasn't riding me properly at that moment, just holding herself on my l_a_p, clearly getting some sadistic kicks from this whole thing. She hummed, as if considering, shifting her body, and my eyes flicked down to see the hint of her toned stomach, delicious brown skin looking great. My hands slowly reached for her t_h_i_g_hs, feeling and squeezing at the muscle there, before they started to ascend. ”Please, Sophia, kiss me, take my kiss v_i_r_g_i_n_i_t_y.”

She leaned forward, then, close enough that I could feel her breath on my skin, her hand still on my jaw. ”Maybe I want to make you eat me out first, so my lower lips are the ones to get your first kiss. How would you feel about that, you little s_l_u_t?”

In reply, I bucked up into her, my h_i_p_s slamming against her, and she laughed at that, pulling up and back, letting go of my cheeks. My hands squeezed at her a_s_s cheeks.

”You really are just the horniest little breeder there's ever been,” she told me. ”You didn't even ask if I was on the pill, you know that? I'm riding you raw, and you could be about to become a teenage father. You want to have to raise a child so young?” I shook my head. ”You must really like me, then, to take that kind of risk.”

”You're hot,” I told her, and she laughed at that, her h_i_p_s finally beginning to slowly ascend. She squeezed her c_u_n_t muscles around my c_o_c_k as she leaned back, my lips still without a kiss as she pumped herself on my length. I squeezed and groped her firm, muscular a_s_s, her track and field team membership meaning she had some of the best legs I'd ever gotten to feel up. Also the only legs I'd ever gotten to feel up.

She rode me gently at first, a casual, mechanical pace, her hands exploring my b_a_r_e c_h_e_s_t, squeezing my biceps, variously pinning and groping me as she stared down at me with a look of raw l_u_s_t in her eyes. ”Maybe I'll keep you for my personal use, you little s_l_u_t. How would you like that?” She breathed the words out, her pace getting slowly faster on my c_o_c_k, her c_u_n_t intermittently squeezing, following some mental pattern I couldn't identify, making it constantly unpredictable and constantly amazing.

”I'd, rather, you whored me out to your friends?” I tried, searching for something that would both entice her but not lock me into being her s_e_x slave... she was a sadist, and she did have powers, after all. She laughed again at that, her body bouncing on my d_i_c_k faster, now.

”Maybe I will then,” she told me, leaning forward to press her forehead against mine, brown eyes boring into my own, her hands pinning me by the wrists beneath her as she started to pound up and down on my c_o_c_k. ”You should work on your body more, though. You're too skinny. Ladies like a boy with a little more meat on him,” she explained, as she started to really ride me, almost manic, now, her tight s_e_x gripping and squeezing and twisting my c_o_c_k every which way.

Her c_u_n_t pounded up and down, her fingers digging into my wrists, and rather than kiss me, she instead ran her tongue slowly up my neck to my cheek, avoiding my mouth all the while, clearly finding it delightfully degrading to do. Every inch of my length was coated in her juices by that point, her body furiously pounding on me, and then, at last, she came, letting out a groan as she simply sat herself down in my l_a_p, grinding into my pelvis as her c_u_n_t squeezed and jerked around my c_o_c_k, massaging my length, her lips parting, a bit of drool splashing onto my b_a_r_e c_h_e_s_t. It was very e_r_o_t_i_c to watch, my eyes running up and down her body as she shook, her b_r_e_a_s_ts bouncing beneath her top in a way that made me wonder if she was even wearing a bra.

When she was finished, she pulled back, taking off and tossing aside her shirt, leaving her wearing just a plain white sports bra, which soon also left her body. Dark chocolate b_r_e_a_s_ts bounced freely as she started to ride me again, building up momentum once more. She shook her head, making her hair flow one way, then the other, beautifully framing her features. She stretched, craned, shifted atop me, gently twisting my c_o_c_k inside her as she got herself properly flexible for the s_e_x to come.

Once she was satisfied that she was good to go for a round two, I was once more on the receiving end of a furious pounding. She did everything she could to intensify the sensations, in spite of her sadistic bent - her s_e_x worked me over, her thumbs played with my n_i_p_p_l_es, and she stared me dead in the eyes with n_a_k_e_d l_u_s_t. ”Come on, you hot little s_l_u_t,” she breathed out, leaning slowly down towards me, t_i_t_s bouncing as she rode me hard. ”Come. I came already, now it's your turn.”

It was then I realized making me come was a matter of pride for her - which only made sense. What guy brags about f_u_c_k_i_n_g a girl and her never coming? I just swallowed, though, not really knowing exactly how to reply. ”You feel really good,” I said, but I quickly saw that that was precisely the right thing to say to make her growl angrily. It's the kind of thing a girl says when the guy isn't really satisfying her. ”Don't worry about making me come,” I told her, trying to restrain my smile at her almost vindictive response, the scowl appearing on her face.

”No, I'm going to make you come,” she stated, gripping the back of my head and forcing her lips against mine. She took my first kiss like that, tongue invading my mouth, playing with my palate, batting against my own tongue, some of her drool slipping out into my mouth to cake my own tongue as she kept jamming her c_u_n_t up and down my c_o_c_k. One hand held me against her, leaving me unable to do anything but keep up the kiss, her other hand sliding down to grope and squeeze my ass. The little growls she let out, clearly annoyed that it was taking so much to get me to come, were incredibly s_e_xy, and my c_o_c_k twitched inside her in response.

I kept holding back, though, wanting to see her reactions, and they were definitely getting hotter by the second, her proud need to make me come e_r_o_t_i_c. She let go of my head to grope my a_s_s with both hands, then tried playing with my n_i_p_p_l_es again, then just pinned me beneath her and went crazy on my c_o_c_k, pounding up and down. When she pulled back to suck in a breath, I spoke up. ”I could just finish myself off-” I started, and she just slammed her lips back against mine, s_u_c_k_i_n_g on my tongue.

If before she'd been working me like a marathon, now she was taking it at a sprint, her insides squeezing and coiling and massaging every inch of my d_i_c_k as she furiously pounded me. Her hands held me beneath her, pinned, her tongue trying out all kinds of new things to add an extra note to the experience. Eventually I did, at last, come, and she g_r_o_a_n_e_d in relief, pulling back to sigh as I let myself come inside her. Her fingers let go of my hands, blood rushing back to them, and she popped off my c_o_c_k. She sat on the bed for a few long seconds, some of my fluids dripping down her inner t_h_i_g_hs as she recovered, panting and gasping, her c_h_e_s_t rising and falling. She truly had been pushing herself, it seemed, especially given the way her skin was now slick with sweat.

”You really want me to whore you out?” She asked at last, breaking the silence. ”One of my friends is a female model, if you're into that kind of thing,” she said, a small smirk on her lips as she did so. I just nodded rapidly. I thought I knew who she'd talked about - a curvy redhead. ”I should give her a sample picture, so she knows what kind of s_l_u_t she's getting. You alright with me taking a few shots?”

”Go ahead,” I said, nodding rapidly, my c_o_c_k starting to rise again in response to the thought of a second round.

She laughed at that, noticing my erection when she returned from fumbling for her phone. ”You really are a goddamn s_l_u_t,” she said, l_i_c_k_i_n_g her lips as she started to take some pictures of me - my c_o_c_k, my c_h_e_s_t, my face, everything. ”Grip and stroke that c_o_c_k, show it off,” she said, as she snapped some more shots of my now-full erection. I did as she requested, doing my best to show it every which way, twisting it left and right. Then she moved atop me, straddling my torso, not caring as some of my c_u_m dribbled down onto my c_h_e_s_t. Her hands were still on her phone. ”Now, one last thing. Tell the camera how much of a s_l_u_t you are, and how much you want to f_u_c_k Emma Barnes.”

”I'm a huge s_l_u_t,” I said, making Sophia smile brilliantly, white teeth seeming all the brighter against her dark skin. ”I gave up my v_i_r_g_i_n_i_t_y before I got my first kiss, and I did it raw for my first time without even thinking about c_o_n_d_o_ms. And I really, really want to f_u_c_k Emma Barnes. I'm not even sure I know who that is, but I'll gladly f_u_c_k her any way she likes, if she'll have s_e_x with me.”

Sophia hummed approvingly as she turned off the camera, fiddling with the phone for a few seconds. ”Good work, s_l_u_t,” she said, with a smile. ”Let's see if your performance was good enough for Emma, hm?”

I just nodded. She'd really ridden me ragged, so I laid there for a while as she got up off me, heading to her bathroom. The door was left ajar, and I could soon hear the rush of water flowing down.

”Hey, s_l_u_t, when the lady you just f_u_c_k_e_d hits the shower, that means she wants to be cleaned,” she shouted out at me, and I hurriedly got up to follow her into the bathroom.

Chapter 2

Sophia was aggressive as she grabbed me under the arm, simply dragging me along with her. I couldn't help but wonder if this was how she normally was with guys - and how romantically successful it was. She was hot, and that counted for a lot even in this weird topsy-turvey world of reversed s_e_x_u_a_l morality, but it couldn't be that good, could it? I didn't exactly see any guys shooting me envious looks like I might have back home.

She then thrust me up against the lockers, a loud banging noise attracting literally no attention from anyone else - not even pointed avoiding looks. Winslow was that bad, I suppose. ”This is the s_l_u_t I was telling you about,” Sophia said, glancing to the girl standing next to her. She was our age, pale skin and red hair, a curvy body that I drank in.

”And he'll f_u_c_k raw?” Emma asked, quirking an eyebrow.

”Oh yeah,” Sophia said, smiling. Her hand was on my shoulder, and it slid gently up my neck, to my cheek. I couldn't help but feel like she was trying to intimidate me, to make sure I gave the right response to questioning, but it was honestly completely pointless. I would have nodded anyway.

”He doesn't have any diseases, right?” Emma asked, staring me down, her gaze running up and down my body like I was a piece of meat. It did provoke a certain thrill, being looked at like that, I have to admit.

”Not unless Sophia does,” I said, and Sophia promptly squeezed my cheek hard enough to hurt, her expression turning sharp.

”I don't have anything,” she said, in a sharp voice, before relaxing her grip. ”He was a v_i_r_g_i_n before I broke him in.”

”Must have been a good breaking,” Emma said, in an almost bored tone of voice.

”Look, do you want to f_u_c_k the s_l_u_t or not?” Sophia said, pulling her hand back, sounding annoyed. ”I get a hot piece of a_s_s and rather than making him my personal toy, I offer to share him with you. I don't want back talk.”

Emma raised her hands defensively, her gaze turning back over to me, her tongue running along her lip. ”What's he like in bed?”

”Willing,” was Sophia's succinct response.

* * *

For whatever neurotic kind of possessiveness Sophia felt towards me, she refused to just let Emma have me alone, so when I was lying on her bed, having stripped n_a_k_e_d and taken everything off, Sophia loomed in the corner of the room, her smoky, dark grey aura occasionally obscuring her features in combination with the relative darkness of her chosen position.

Emma, on the other hand, was taking off her clothes. Bare, pale skin; delicious, full curves; and long, red hair, she really was damned hot. She smiled as she saw me looking, a c_o_c_ky expression on her face. ”I've done some female modeling,” she explained to me, as she clambered onto bed, her fingers going to my c_o_c_k. They gently ran up and down my length, soft pale fingers getting me nice and hard as she stared directly down into my face.

”You look like you could,” I told her, swallowing as she squeezed my c_o_c_k gently, her thumb rubbing against the underside of my head.

”Look at this c_o_c_k,” she told me, her breath heavy. I kept my eyes on her face and t_i_t_s, but the statement was really rhetorical, because she kept going. ”So hard. I can even feel the prec_u_m,” she added, rubbing her thumb against the tip, smearing it around. ”You're about to get f_u_c_k_e_d by a total stranger, and you're already like this. You really will just give it up for anyone, won't you?”

”Well, you're hot,” I g_r_o_a_n_e_d out, and she smiled at that, showing her teeth for a moment, her head tilting to one side.

”Good answer, but it won't save you,” she told me, staring down at me. ”What do you call a boy who has s_e_x with girls he doesn't know? Who lets his hard c_o_c_k go into any hole it can find? Who gets hard just from being touched by a stranger?”

”A s_l_u_t,” I tried, since I figured that was what she wanted to hear.

”That's right,” she said, finally shifting her body up onto me, teasing her wet s_e_x at my hard c_o_c_k, her lower lips brushing against the tip. ”A s_l_u_t. Don't worry, s_l_u_t, I'm on the pill,” she told me, before grinding her way slowly down. She took her time, but it wasn't a matter of tentativeness on her part; it was more that she was teasing me, gradually building it up. I wondered if she'd deflowered other boys. Probably. A male model would easily get his d_i_c_k wet back in my home world, after all.