A Novice of Willpower

A fourth squat, and I clip against her clit.

A fifth squat, and she goes deep enough to slide my shaft across her slit in an incredible, brief pussyjob.

If she’s a virgin, then it must be because she’s mastered the art of outercourse and edging her previous lovers… or at least that’s what I tell myself to feel better. The last week has taught me to become a dominant **** of sex, a purveyor of perversion, a practical master of getting myself and others off to the tune I decide to sing through that glorious app now painfully far and on my bed. But what my mastery of Sophia, Alice, and the others did not teach me… was how to avoid getting off. I had indulged myself into chains of orgasm that would kill men who didn’t have the avatar perks I did, and my infinite supply meant I had no reason to ever try and not come.

In short, I am a novice of that kind of willpower, the sort joked about in movies and only celebrated in certain, bizarre Internet circles. Hell, I skipped each and every No-Nut November, usually on the first if I’m honest. And now, with my new powers? I never have to not-nut again… except now, when Leona is set to even the score of wins as she comes down a sixth time and… oh.

I’m… inside her. Just the tip, of course, but she stops abruptly enough for me to know why I suddenly feel a little vice of wet muscle around my tip. I glance down between her thighs at the slightly opened labia, the silhouette of it hidden by my shaft now peeking inside. For someone worried about getting pregnant, she doesn’t seem to mind letting herself sit there, her hymen centimeters away from an invading spear of turgid, precum-tipped meat. But the look on her face makes me realize this does bother her… and the haze of my arousal is such that I almost thrust up…

… but then I’ll have moved and lost the game by forfeit. Is this her plan? To tempt me into giving the game up without even coming? It’s a… good goddamn plan, because it takes all that amateur willpower of mine to stay put on the pillow under my ass. She gyrates and winces as she feels me inside her; her tits stretch as each thumb and forefinger tugs one of those generous nipples and leads her to a deeper enjoyment of our circumstance.

Having a good time, Leona? I almost ask it, but I’d rather she just be lost in the moment. That squat must be hard to keep going… but then, as if reading my mind, she rises back up slow.

Too slow. She’s only six squats in… and it finally dawns on me that she’s six squats in after jogging for however many minutes before I directed her to my home. Her confidence made me think it must’ve been rote for her, but that slight tremble as she got up… yeah, that might be something, huh? Fatigue? Exhaustion? Maybe... maybe I could survive this, if I could just make her tired faster. I focus my mind to the task and an idea forms. Would it help? Hard to say… but I’ve got to try.

“Please…” I urge her in **** breaths, and she listens with a growing grin. “Just stop… licking your own nipples, it's... it's too fucking hot, I can’t take looking at… that...”

Actually, I found the image as silly as it was horny, but that just might be my ticket: I need to focus on the absurdity instead of that growing pressure at the base of my spine. More importantly… her compliance brings her to a soft, moaning state as she goes for another squat with her right tit in her mouth. I gave her that sensitive tongue through the app earlier; can it pay off now as she pleasures herself?

She squats again, and again she nearly slides me into her virgin hole. I groan in mock pleasure as she continues to visibly lick her own mammaries, secretly relishing in how dumb the basketball star looks with her own tit in her mouth… and doubly-secretly ignoring how hot it is. She squats like this a few more times, each time in a more hurried state as her moans start to match. She’s getting into a rhythm now, a rhythm of near or incomplete intercourse that makes my cock twitch in frustration.

Those almost fatal seconds are now stretching into minutes. Sweat beads down my face and down her legs as she continues her bizarre workout. The fluids running from her hungry slit, where they don't paint my waiting cock, slide down the insides of her legs in generous droplets. It takes every ounce of my pride—as a man, as a Custom Girl “user”—to focus on victory instead of the rapture of defeat. Her squats become more erratic as her own body begins to build in pleasure. No matter her intent, the fact is that I was stimulating her pussy while she continued inadvertently pleasuring herself with her tongue. Did it sink in yet for her, that the enhanced pleasure she feels isn’t from her nipples, but the tongue licking them? Even as her hole practically drools for cock, I don’t think it has.

“You’re going to come,” she moans. Her fiftieth squat lands with a wet, dangerous hotdogging of the underside of my meat.

“Not before you,” I shoot back. The next two squats tremble in deep as she spears her clit on my dick.

“Fuck you, I’m… I’m not going to…” Fear or pleasure? They sound so similar as she realizes how close she’s getting. She stares me in the eye as she licks both her nipples at once… and moans for her effort. Sweat is pooling around us now, and more than a bit of her sweat and feminine fluids have drizzled my body with her powerful, downward thrusts.

Then… she changes tactics. “Don’t you want to… do it? To come on me?” she moans in a voice so light and horny that it takes me off-guard.

Oh fuck… she has a goddamn porno voice?! It’s so goddamn innocent and horny and… no, Dave, be strong! “No, but you’re going to beat me… that’s what you like, right?” She recoils at that, enough that I switch gears to test the waters. “Or maybe not ? Maybe you’re tired of weak guys? Maybe you want someone strong to take you… to take you for theirs, to fuck you like the woman you are. To fuck you like you're meant to be fucked.”

“That’s so… fucking… mysogyni… stic…!”

But… it’s working, isn’t it? “Go ahead, sit down on my dick. That’s the only way you’re going to win this one,” I confidently declare, quiver in my voice aside, “not this teasing shit.”

Her squats continue in a more rapid pace now, each one too shallow to actually risk insertion. Her legs are wobbling with the effort; the long jog before, now with the sexual energy and the squats, are turning her legs into jelly. She finally abandons her own nipples as her hands let her tits hang. She wipes sweat from her face with both hands as she struggles to answer, “I’m… not going… you’re not going to be… my first…!”

“I’m going to be your first and your last,” I boldly answer as she dips again, her slit now uniformly slipping up and down where it lands near or on my dick. The pillow gives me enough suspension that it never hurts… but that just means she’s rapidly pushing me over the edge as I continue feeling hot flesh impact my tip. All my talk is getting me too horny again, fuck! I really do want to fuck the entrance of her pussy full of cum… but it’ll mean she goes home, the score 1 to 1, and without any honest claim to her virginity.

It was during this despair that Leona finally switched the script… and delivers the killing words. “Are you going to claim me, huh? Are you going to make me your slut… and make me... take your cum… daddy?”

I am… not into that, I swear! Despite all the **** fetishes I wear on my sleeve, being called “daddy” is not a request nor want…

... normally. But out of her trembling mouth, as she holds her sixtieth squat onto my dick, my cockhead pulsating and ready to blow as it rests ever so nearly on her hymen, our sweat and stink of sex filling the air… it just drives me to my limit. The surge in my balls is so visceral that it must be visible to the unseen observers of our carnal workout. I’m going to come… and there’s no going back, not as her slick hole grips and squeezes at me. The referee is ringing the bell-!

Ding dong.

The… door... bell?

A… visitor?

These are realizations that hit me after they hit Leona… Leona, who still has shame and a reputation to worry about. Leona, who was so into the moment that she forgot her form and panicked as she tried to rise.

Leona, who slipped on the mixture of sweat and drooling ladycum that ran down her legs and onto the base of her feet. Perfect form let them remain planted until now, all despite the oil slicks she had inadvertently laid down for herself… but the attempt to move her feet and stand all at once… well, that was the end of it.

Her feet slip, her body falls, and the tip of my head, never having escaped the squeezing entrance that urged the coming orgasm out of it… suddenly found 200 pounds of athletic torso thrust down upon it by gravity.

The rest is physics.

If I have to describe the feeling… it’s almost like… a checkpoint. A brief stop on a longer journey, visceral and real for its duration but so insignificant compared to the rest of the trip. My cock bursts into the virgin birth canal it had lustfully watched with its one good eye a dozen times now, and the hymen was hit, stretched, and torn without so much as holding up its previous owner. Generous vaginal lubrication dulled and washed out the resulting blood as my dick continued its journey true, striking the back of the vagina just below the hungry cervix waiting nearby… and only then began to ejaculate its pent-up contents out.

My eyes were… somewhere, in the meantime, but Leona’s just looked on into space, horrified with realization. She felt the slip… and the slip in… and the pain, and the pleasurable, filling feeling just before the rushing warmth and pressure. My cock pulsed, and she winced, wide-eyed and paralyzed, as each pulse delivered millions of sperm at the seat of her womb. A whispered “No!” escapes her, but I haven't the mind to comply and the cum doesn't care as it fills her hole and further dilutes the blood of her lost "purity" as her grandmother might've described it.

As potent sperm fills her trembling, teen womb, her hand drifts over the pit of her stomach where the semen gathers. The sensations tells her exactly what she wanted to hear: