College girls gone wild (NSFW)

A hot cup of coffee warmed Jonah's cool hands. A calm winter wind blew through Star City as he stood on his balcony in a robe. He had arrived in the dead of summer, but now it was almost Thanksgiving. Time really flies.

Jonah was still recovering from the injuries he sustained a couple of weeks prior. His body ached, and his bones throbbed sometimes, but he was improving. He was taking things slowly. No hero work, just regular work and plenty of visits from his female friends.

“Come on inside. You’re going to catch a cold.”

Cassie Sandsmark, aka Wonder Girl, was his most recent companion. She had arrived the night before with chicken noodle soup and received a thorough ravishing. She now stood in Jonah’s living room in nothing but her underwear. Her blonde hair was messy, and a pair of hard nipples poked from her perky breasts. Goosebumps spread across her skin as she closed the balcony door.

Jonah sat on his couch with his coffee in hand. “There’s a cup for you if you want some.”

“Thanks.” Cassie wrapped her arms around Jonah from behind. She traced her hands across his chest and took a deep inhale of his scent. “Say, I have a favor I want to ask you.”

Jonah raised an eyebrow “Which is.”

Cassie sat beside him on the couch, leaning her body against his. “See, I have these two friends, fellow heroes. And they’re, well, virgins. As much as I want to keep you for myself, it would be great if you could, y’know, help them out.”

“Can’t they find somebody else? They’re not ugly, are they?” Jonah asked directly.

“No, no.” Cassie picked up her phone and scrolled through her photos. “They are just so busy with school and hero work that it can be hard to find the time to meet somebody right. Also, some might say Max is abrasive, but I think you’ll love her.”

Cassie presented a photo of her and two other young women. On the left was Stargirl, and on the right was Cyclone, 18 and 19, respectively. Stargirl was a preppy blonde, and Cyclone was a slender redhead. Both were very attractive.

“Don’t worry, Stargirl doesn’t have braces anymore.”

“Why me?” Jonah asked.

“Well.” Cassie rubbed a hand against Jonah’s exposed leg. “They mentioned their difficulties to me, and I want them to know what it's like to be with somebody who knows what they are doing. Not some handsy teenager at a party. A real man.”

“Or maybe.” Jonah put down his coffee. He pushed Cassie down onto the couch and traced a hand up her smooth, toned leg towards her womanhood. “You want to picture me fucking your two little friends the way I fucked you.”

“Maybe.” Cassie moaned as he slid a finger into her pussy.

Jonah felt awkward hanging around a college campus dorm building. He wasn’t much older than the average college student in the grand scheme of things. He saw many people his age around the campus but still felt out of place. He regretted not pushing harder for a neutral meeting point for his rendezvous with the two young heroines. But Wonder Girl insisted on making the whole experience as comfortable for them as possible. Jonah didn’t want to push the extent of his control on an argument. He sensed a little pushback from Wonder Girl in a way that those under his influence rarely showed. Maybe it was because he acted against one of her core traits: the desire to protect and nurture those closest to her. Now Jonah found himself waiting for a stranger. The onus was on him to make the experience a good one. Thanks to his powers, it wouldn’t be too difficult, but it was strange regardless.

Stargirl was a freshman at UCLA—a highly selective university located in the city of Angels. Stargirl did have superhuman references, after all.

Perched on a couch in the corner of the dorm lobby, Jonah watched each student pass through its doors. Luckily, it was a Saturday evening before Thanksgiving week, so the building was not very busy since many students were either out or had gone home for the holiday. Jonah’s **** inconspicuousness was short-lived as soon a blonde girl waved to him.

“Jonah is that you?”

“That’s me.”

The blonde smiled. She wore blue yoga pants and a cropped UCLA sweater, displaying her slim-waisted midriff.

“I’m Courtney, by the way. But I think you could have, like, guessed that.”

Courtney pulled Jonah into an unexpected hug. She seemed like an excited girl. She was filled with positive energy and finally coming out of her shell. Confident compassion. She held the hug for a long moment. Long enough for Jonah to feel a little uncomfortable. Unused to non-sexual positive touch.

“Cassie was right. You do smell good.” Courtney said with a smile.

“Nice to meet you, too.” Jonah soon felt at ease around her. Her positive energy soothed his worries and the slight pang of guilt that came with using his pheromones.

“Come on up. Max is waiting for us.” Courtney said, grabbing Jonah’s hand and pulling him towards the elevator. As she turned, she stumbled a little bit. “Oopsie Daisy.”

Jonah eyed Courtney carefully. This time behind her more superficial qualities, like how good her tight ass looked in yoga pants. Her balance was off, and her cheeks were flushed red.

“Have you been drinking?” he asked.

“A little.” Courtney blushed more. “Just to loosen ourselves up a little. I know we aren’t old enough, but you don’t seem like a stickler for the rules.”

“I don’t care. Just don’t push yourself too far.”

Courtney entered the elevator. She pushed a finger into Jonah’s chest. “I’m a big girl.”

“I’m sure you are.” Jonah gently grabbed Counrtney’s hand and used it to push the close elevator button.

Courtney led Jonah to her dorm room. It was a single-occupant room with a cluttered desk, a single closet, a fridge, and walls covered in posters for media properties he did not recognize. Either because he was a 25-year-old man or because he was from a different earth. Sitting on the single twin-sized bed was a nervous, slender ginger in a Harvard sweater.

“Jonah, this is Maxine.”

Maxine stood quickly and shook Jonah’s hand awkwardly. “Hi, hello. Jonah, or should we call you Porter? I’m Maxine. But Courtney already said that. I’m also Cyclone. I have wind powers. I’m on the JSA, but you’ve probably never heard of me. Unless Cassie mentioned that to you already, which she probably did. Anyways, you’re Porter. The new portal guy. Do you call yourself Porter because you are a teleporter or because you are a doorman? Porter isn’t really a common word anymore. Mostly because we don’t really need doormen anymore, or should I say doorpeople? Porter is the name of a character in Macbeth. Which I guess goes to show how old it is. I’m not calling you old. Well, you are older than me, but you’re still young. I’m sure you are with the times. But-”

“Max!” Courtney held Maxine’s hand. “I think you might want to let him, like, talk too.”

“Sorry,” Maxine blushed. “I’ve been told that I can be quite chatty when nervous, excited, or bored.”

“It's no problem.” Jonah said calmly, “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

Jonah studied the two girls standing together. Courtney Whitmore, aka Stargirl, was the picture of a popular peppy girl. With straight blonde hair, she had the perfect makeup and nails. Every aspect of her appearance had been meticulously chosen to fit the current trends while creating the façade of a causal, low-effort look. On the other hand, Maxine Hunkel, aka Cyclone, could easily be identified as a geek. While just as pretty as Courtney, she had no coolness about her. She had a slender body with a flat chest. Under her Harvard sweater, she had stripped socks that went all the way up her long legs. Her pale face was dotted with tiny freckles and dark green eyes.

“Are you two…” Jonah pointed to the girls holding hands.

“Besties!”

Courtney hugged Maxine and began digging through her desk drawers. Jonah saw Maxine’s lopsided grin. From a hidden compartment, Courtney produced a bottle of exceedingly cheap vodka. She carefully poured out two shots in large glasses. She handed one to Maxine.

“You want some Jonah?”

Jonah sniffed the open bottle of vodka and scrunched his nose. The putrid waves of strong **** almost made his eyes water. “I think I’ll pass. I don’t know how you drink that stuff. If you are going to drink, you might as well get something higher quality.”

“This is the cheapest they had,” Courtney explained as she took the shot with some difficulty.

“Courtney has a friend with a fake ID, so they bought this for us. There wasn’t much room to argue.”

Jonah sat across from the two girls and chatted with them. They seemed nice enough. Courtney was open and honest by virtue of compassion and interest. Maxine was open and honest, not by choice but by compulsion to talk. She would go on long rants, which Jonah struggled to keep up with. He now understood what Cassie meant when she mentioned an abrasive personality.

Slowly, the two girls calmed, and their nervous edge softened as they understood Jonah better. Not that he was particularly indulgent in revealing personal details. They just got used to his look and presence. Part of this process was the invisible tendrils of superhuman pheromones seeping through the small dorm room.

“Alright, ladies, shall we begin.”

The two girls nodded silently and watched as Jonah removed his jacket and shirt, revealing his advanced physique.

“Don’t just sit and watch. Strip.” Jonah commanded.

Courtney and Maxine each pulled off their sweaters.

Courtney was wearing a sports bra that matched her baby blue yoga pants. She unclasped her bra and held it in place, looking around nervously. Jonah nodded at her, and she dropped her bra to the ground and stood with her arms at her sides. She had full C-cup breasts whose nipples tilted up slightly. They only hung slightly down as she leaned over to pull down her yoga pants one leg at a time. She had a tight round ass which hugged her thong firmly. Courtney was on the shorter side; she had no extra fat, and her young body curved in a slight hourglass figure thanks to her tiny waist.

Maxine pulled off her burgundy sweater and revealed she was not wearing a bra. It was completely unnecessary since she was almost entirely flat-chested. Her pink nipples stood erect off her pale skin, a spattering of freckles bridging the gap between them. Like a vector, Maxine was supple and thin. Wearing nothing but her thigh-high socks and a pair of grey boy short panties, she blushed and tried to keep her eyes from wandering to Courtney.

Jonah stripped down to his underwear and sat on the bed in front of the girls. “Now I know that you are virgins, but what experience do you have.”

Maxine rubbed her fingers together and bit her lip. “We’ve experimented with each other a little bit, but other than that…” She trailed off.

“Just as friends, of course.” Courtney corrected.

“Of course,” Maxine said to herself as much as the others.

“I tried to give a hand job once, but it didn’t go well,” Courtney said.

“Really! To whom?” Maxine asked.

“Billy.”

“Billy? Don’t you mean Captain M-”

“Ew, no,” Courtney pushed Maxine slightly. “That’s weird.”

“Well, it’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll be here if you have any questions.” Jonah was trying to balance between being sexy and informative for his sake as much as theirs.

Jonah pushed down his underwear and pulled out his hardening cock.

The girls look at it in surprise.

“It’s so big,” Maxine said.

“It's not that much over average sized.” Jonah said humbly but truthfully.

Courtney moved a tentative finger to his member. She pushed on his shaft slightly. “it's warm.”

“Just the blood doing its job.”

Maxine crouched down next to his pelvis to get a close look. She repeated Courtney’s gesture, pushing against his shaft. Suddenly, she grabbed his cock in her hand tightly.

“Wow, there. Ease your grip, would you? It may seem hard, but it can be quite delicate.”

“Sorry.” Maxine retracted her hand.

“It’s ok. You’re learning.”

The two students got acquainted with Jonah’s equipment. They were poking, prodding, and pulling on his head, shaft, and balls. Maxine was rubbing underneath Jonah’s head when a tickle of wetness came out of his tip.

“Oh! What’s that.” She asked.

“That is called pre-cum.”

“What does that mean.”

“It means we are ready for the next step.” Jonah Stood up again over the two small girls. “Who wants to go first?”

“First?”

“I’ve only got one of these things.” Jonah said, pointing to his crotch.

They looked at each other.

“I’ll go first.” Said the blonde.

“Ok, lay down, get comfortable.” Jonah patted the bed on top of its blanket.

Courtney did as she was told. She climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. Jonah reached over her and placed a pillow behind her head and shoulders. Her legs were closed together. Jonah gently pushed open the girl’s legs, further revealing the fancy thong she had put on for this moment—her attempt to feel sexier and adult.

Pulling off her panties, a single strand of wetness stuck to the fabric. The benefits of Jonah’s pheromones are that they reduce the need for foreplay. Her engine was whirling just from his presence.

“Will it hurt?” Courtney asked Jonah with big eyes.

“A little in the beginning, but after that, it should be fine.” Jonah said truthfully. He turned to the redhead, “Maxine, could you hand me that bottle.”

Maxine grabbed the bottle of lube that Jonah had seen when he entered the dorm. They were prepared.

Jonah applied the lube to his cock and fingers. He teased Courtney’s outer folds with his lubed fingers. She had a small pussy with fat outer lips, and two narrow strips of labia minora stuck together. Both of the girls were completely clean-shaven in anticipation. Jonah spread her lips, watching her hole stretch and welcome him.

Feeling his head touch her opening, Courtney spoke up, “What about a condom?”

“Don’t you want the real deal for your first time? Don’t worry, I’m clean.” Jonah pushed his luck.

“Oh, uh, ok.” Courtney lay back down again.

Jonah placed a hand on her trembling waist. He lined up his head against her hole again and pushed. He got in about an inch before reaching resistance and pulling out. Courtney let out a relieved breath before Jonah thrust his cock back into her.

Coming across the resistance again, Jonah pushed harder into her wet hole. Courtney let out a singular wince and groan. His cock went further in, filling her up.

Jonah took the time to pull back and push in in a consistent rhythm, slowly working his way into her. When he pulled out his cock Jonah, a slight red coloration. One or two drops of blood. The only physical evidence of Courtney’s lost virginity.

“How are you feeling? Shall I continue?” Jonah asked.

Courtney nodded in response.

Jonah reentered the young blonde. Her pussy was tight around his dick, pulling against his shaft as he pushed inside of her. Courtney twisted her trim waist in pleasure. Her grimace softened and morphed as she got used to being filled by a man’s penis.

Despite the wetness and the lube, it took some time for Jonah to work his way into Courtney’s pussy, but eventually they got into a comfortable rhythm. He was almost able to fully push his cock into her womanhood, her fat lips rubbing against the bottom of his shaft.

Amongst the duet of heavy breathing from the two fucking on the small dorm bed, Jonah also heard shallow intense breathing to his side. Turning his focus away from the blonde teen, he saw Maxine intently watching the show. She was sitting in a chair with one leg up. Her hand was stuck down her shorts in self-pleasure. The redhead was intensely rubbing herself to her best friend being fucked by the thick cock which was going to ravage her next. Jonah could tell that it was not him that she was watching but Courtney. She was imagining her every pleasure, wishing that she could cause it, not that she could get it. There was desperation in her schlicking. One that came from unrequited feelings and repressed hopes.

Jonah cock was throbbing as Courtney’s virgin flesh massaged his head. He could feel her body panting, waiting for release. Up until this point, she had been a passive participant in the sex, but now her body was edging for release. She twisted her legs towards his and began bucking her hips into his pelvic thrusts.

Wanting to finish her off, Jonah found a nice medium spot and started thrusting with more intensity while teasing the outside of her sex with his free hand. With one final push, Courtney’s voice was caught in her throat, and her back twisted as her vagina tightened in orgasm.

Feeling too good and not wanting to waste this opportunity. Jonah pushed all the way into Courtney’s waiting sex as his cock was gripped securely by her organism. Relaxing his body in the young woman, Jonah came. He released a torrent of cum deep into her waiting, unprotected pussy. His white seed spread all through her insides. Jonah luxuriated in the feeling of breeding, thinking about the physical sensation of knocking somebody up. Intellectually, he knew that he was going to make her take a Plan B pill, but God did it feel good at the moment. His every biology clock had struck twelve as his meat’s tenseness and hardness were relaxed like a perfect message.

Jonah pulled out of Courtney’s raw pussy. Her thick lips were engorged, and the hole was a mess of liquid and heat. Courtney dropped her legs to bed. Jonah watched as his sticky seed seeped out of her and onto the bedsheet.

After catching her breath, Courtney jolted up and reached a tentative hand to the used hole, feeling the cum oozing out of her.

“Oh my God, did you like, cum inside me?”

“Sorry about that. Consider it a compliment.” Jonah responded coolly. He leaned over to the nearby desk and handed Courtney a towel.

Maxine approached her friend and asked, “How did it feel?”

“Fine. Good.” Courtney said noncommittally.

“It looked better than good from my angle.”

A smile grew on Courtney’s flush face, “Yeah, it felt pretty great at the end. It was just. It was different than I expected. I feel weird.”

“Don’t worry, I’m here for you. We can talk about it later.”

Courtney grabbed Maxine’s hand. “I’m glad we could have done this together.”

“… Yeah”

“It's your turn.” Jonah spoke.

“Uh, don’t you need to, like, recharge?” Maxine said, waving her finger towards Jonah’s crotch.

“I’m ready to go when you are.”

Courtney and Maxine swapped places. It was now the redhead's turn to lie on the bed. Jonah decided that missionary would still be the best bet for her ease and comfort. He pulled down her underwear and revealed her pale pussy.

Maxine had a long vagina with narrow labia. Jonah repeated the slow process with Maxine as he did Courtney. He entered her slowly at first and then more firmly over time, allowing her body to get used to his girth.

Maxine still had her thigh-high socks on. So now, instead of the feeling of flesh on flesh, Jonah felt her fuzzy material softly rub past his legs as he entered the girl.

It seemed Maxine was taking her first time well, but Jonah could tell she was not enjoying it as much as her friend. It was a difficult, and honestly awkward, challenge that Jonah had been given, but he still fundamentally wanted to give the two young girls a good experience, even if it was to get it over with.

Jonah previous observations had given him an idea. “Hey Courtney, why don’t you comfort Max? It looks like she needs some help.”

“Uh, sure.”

Courtney approached her friend. She leaned her nude body on the ginger to get closer to her. Maxine felt Courtney’s breasts push into her arms. She had to lean away as she blushed and moaned from the overstimulation of touch. A nerdy, repressed girl like her was sure to savor even the briefest of hugs, which was nothing like this.

“What do I do?” Courtney continued.

“She said you’ve experimented before.” Jonah said between thrusts, “What did you do then?”

Maxine turned back to the other girl and couldn’t help but bite her lip in sapphic recollection. Courtney suddenly leaned down and kissed the ginger. The two locked lips passionately. Maxine pushed her tongue towards Courtney, who responded reactively.

Maxine twisted her hip upwards in pleasure and grabbed onto Courtney’s free breast. She was now heating up and moaning. Her hidden bi fantasies coming to life in a fog of sweat and pheromones.

The two girls released each other from their tied tongues. Maxine looked at Courtney with heavy eyelids, then at Jonah’s heavy masculine form as he continued to pound her sex. It felt like a breeze had pushed through the closed window as the girl’s excitement quickened, but it was not long after that she came on his dick, wetting it for the second time that night.

Jonah quickly pulled out of the thin girl and unloaded his seed onto her stomach. His cock pulsed and sputtered as it released each spray of white liquid on the soft pale ridges of the not-so-virgin’s body.

Jonah didn’t stay for too long after his work was done. He let the two girls hold and comfort each other. They were more suited for aftercare than he was. They were sure to thank him for the time and told him he could stay, but he decided against it. He didn’t feel like it; he felt empty. Not just his balls but his heart. He placed $50 on the desk and left.

Fun, casual sex was all well and good, but he was missing a connection. One that didn’t require superpowers.