Chapter 13
by 
Nicera
How does his good girl get rewarded?
By being relieved
And with that, her face shines up, as if it is the sun illuminating my day.
I begin by ending the space separating us and kissing her from her cheeks to her collarbone, eliciting those sweet high-pitched moans that both my ears and my dick LOVE to hear; I deliberately leave her lips starving, always going around them if I came near, this is just the entrée after all, the lips are part of the main course.
After so long, the crumples that I saw every time after waking-up have returned, yet this time, the context is undeniably positive; I'm not seeing these crumples at the start of a school day, where most of the days I would be bullied for being a 'nerd'; nor am I seeing them at the beginning of a college day, which could either lead to an exam, a study day, or start with a headache and dizziness so intense that they seemed like they were out of this world.
This time..this time, these crumples have returned not because I'm starting my day, but something else is definitely starting.
My fingers start to draw circles around her opening, being careful as to both avoid her clit and to not push her over the edge, as I slowly lead my dick into her slit. Then, when I almost enter, I stop caressing her face, neck and collarbone with my lips, and finally, I start the main course.
Removing the ball, our lips finally meet again, just as I fill her from the inside, I can feel her want and her desire even in her breath, as it is moving at such a ragged pace. It doesn't take long for her though, as I see her face contort into a shape that I've never seen before, and I finally feel her wet juices.
However, I'm just getting started, so her cumming once just won't cut it. I pick up the pace, deciding to toy with her nub, it feels so soft, so small, in my hands, even though I know that is so swollen.
"Good girl", are the 2 words I say while feeling her neck with a slight grip; GOD I love how her eyes always light up whenever she hears that. The quivers in her body, her pleasurable moans, it's all so fucking hot. It's kind of strange but her ragged breath just keeps pushing me forward, as if it is her words telling me to savour her body, to keep going until I'm full.
Soon, she cums again, and again, until finally, my own stamina runs out, and I cum shortly after her 4th time, falling to embrace her, breathing as if I ran a marathon. I can feel her sweat all over her body, from top to bottom, she too, is panting heavily. I'm kind of proud of what I've accomplished, I made her cum so much.
But before I can catch my breath, I free her, and feel her fingers in my hair.
What happens after they recuperate?
These branching stories are going to have 3 very simple premises: 1) You exist in a world where your character AND ONLY your character gets to have sex with whatever group or groups of people you choose wherever and whenever he or she desires. 2) The circumstances under which he or she can have sex with that group can be specified generally or specifically. 3) The response of the people you have sex with and/or the general public can be chosen.
Updated on Jun 11, 2026
by Cross C
Created on Aug 31, 2017
by SanctifiedVillified
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