She has a few questions.

My victory in the wrestling tournament had caused quite a stir. It was several minutes before I could go back to the locker room and shower off my sweat and Venessa’s juices that were drying on my chin. I hoped to do a bit of celebratory sex with Joy as my erection had not yet gone down. It seemed Venessa had other plans.

After I had stripped down and gotten under the shower, I took a moment to luxuriate in the warm water. At that moment, Venessa spun me around and pushed me against the wall. She was completely nude, and she only seemed to wash her lower half. I had been on the receiving end of Venessa’s bullying many times, but never when we were both completely naked. Indeed, never with an erect penis aiming directly at her chest.

“What the hell did you do to me,” she asked, slapping the wall by my head. I don’t think I had ever seen her this upset, and I had seen her annoyed or delighted from an act of cruelty but never angry. She wasn’t just angry. Venessa was furious.

“I was just doing some unorthodox wrestling,” I said, trying to hide what I knew.

“Bull crap,” said Venessa. “You did something to me that I had never felt before, and it was like you short-circuited my brain and body. It made me feel…well. It doesn’t matter how I felt. What did you do to me?”

Both Lucy and Elinor had cordoned off the shower stall so no one else could interfere. They were also naked, which didn’t help my erection.

“I’m not going to tell you,” I said, still feeling the high of my recent victory.

“What did you say?” said Venessa grabbing my chin. The warm water was washing over her as she pushed me into the shower stall wall. Thankfully, we had the latest spongy shower floors, so a potential fall was not something to worry about.

“I said I’m not telling you. I might need to do it again in the future.”

“Like hell you will!” shouted Venessa.

“Venessa! Leave him alone! He beat you fair and square,” said a naked Joy looking past Venessa’s lackeys.

“Lucy, Elinor, go help joy clean herself up. She got very sweaty from working out,” said Venessa. The two cronies locked an arm around Joy despite her protests and dragged her to another part of the locker room, leaving me and my tormenter. The only problem was I wasn’t afraid of her.

“Did it make you feel good?” I asked when Venessa returned her attention to me.

“What? How could you have…talk,” she said, taking her hand off my face placing her hands on either side of my head. I was practically boxed in by this girl, and her face was so close I could have kissed her.

“Did it feel like a million fireworks going off in your head? Like your body had a pressure that made you want to explode?” I said, tentatively reaching out to one of her breasts.

“Not quite, more like a dull itch that needed to get scratched, and when it was, it was like I was jolted with electricity that coursed through my entire body,” said Venessa. A moment later, I was able to touch her soft breast. She looked down, confused, and then back up to my face when I did. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what,” I asked, rubbing her nipple with my thumb.

“Like…I don’t know…like you’re going to eat me?” said Venessa, stepping away so I couldn’t touch her chest. I kept staring at her chest, and when she realized this, she covered herself.

“I don’t know. Things have been a little weird for me lately,” I said, turning off the shower. While we talked, other girls and boys bathed around us, oblivious to our discussion.

“Is it because of your penis,” she asked, gesturing with a free hand while she hid her breasts with her other.

“Maybe, it makes me want to do crazy things,” I said.

“Does it hurt? It looks like it hurts,” for a moment, she had a wry smile like she just found the power between us again. She reached out and grabbed my swollen penis. “Now tell me what you did to me,” she said with a tight grip.

“That feels good,” I said, grasping ahold of her hips and pulling her towards me.

“What is with you? You have become really weird suddenly,” she said, letting my penis go. I could smell her hair which had the faint scent of shampoo, and I rubbed my erection against the soft pubic mound. Her lower hair tickled my stomach.

“I just know exactly what I want now,” I said, rubbing my penis against her vaginal lips. She suddenly pushed me away and covered herself again.

“Look whatever weird thing you are doing or going through, I want nothing to do with. I just want to know how you did what you did to me. I’ll even stop messing you. I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the school year.”

“No deal,” I said after a moment of thinking.

“No deal? I was giving you an out!”

“That’s not good enough, you have been a terrible person to me. Now that I know something you don’t it’s going to cost you.”

“What do you want me to do beg? Because I’m not going to do that,” said Venessa with a scoff.

“I didn’t think you would, but if you really want to know what I did to you, you have to earn it,” I said, stroking my penis. Venessa may have been covering herself, but there were still plenty of girls who weren’t.

“Alright,” said Venessa taking her hands away from her body. “Want do you want from me? Better ration tokens? A radio? What?”

“Well, it’s so hard to think with this swollen penis, for starters. The best way subdues the swelling is to put it someplace warm, soft, and slick,” I said, pointing the spongy head of my penis at her. For a moment, Venessa looked perplexed, then she swallowed and took a deep breath.

“I bet you have a place in mind,” said Venessa looking at my crouch.

“I do, the mouth is good, but the best place is a women’s vagina.”

“You’re kidding right,” asked Venessa with a laugh. “There is no way that would fit, in a vagina.”

“Oh, it will fit.”

“You’re serious,” said Venessa crossing her arm. “Why would anyone want to do that? Your brain must have gone even softer. There is no way I would put that thing inside me, if that was what you were implying.”

“Fine by me,” I said, stepping past her. “I’ll go find Joy. She is more than willing to help with my condition.”

“Wait,” said Venessa after I was several steps away from her. “If that’s the way you want to play then I’m game.”

“You must want to know what happened on the gym mat, don’t you?” I said, turning back to Venessa.

“I tried to duplicate what you did to me in the few minutes I hade before everyone came into the locker. For some reason can’t get that feeling back. Right now, you are my only option, and I hate you even more for it. So, you can put your penis inside me, if that’s the price for getting that feeling again.”

“Alright, so how do you want me to take you?” I asked, taking a stepping up to her.

“How should I know? You’re the one who wants to do this.”

“Well, I can take you from behind, lying on top of you, you on top of me while riding my penis.”

“Just how many times have you done this?” she said with shock.

“Enough to start having a preference, I have an idea, how about you lay on the shower floor. It’s nice and spongy to protect against falls, so it will be like your laying in a bed.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” muttered Venessa as she sat down on the floor. She then laid back, her wet brown hair pooling around her head like a halo. Unlike everyone else I penetrated in this position, Venessa had her legs straight out and closed.

“You’re going to need to open your legs,” I told her.

“Why does it matter if my legs are open or closed?” she replied, sitting up on her elbows.

“Trust me, it makes a difference. It will help me get inside you more easily,” I said. Venessa exhaled and spread her legs apart. Not that far, but far for me to step between her legs and kneel between them. From there, I was able to pull Venessa closer to me as she widened her legs even further apart. Venessa wasn’t looking at me as I lifted her waist, so it was in my lap. She only grimaced as I began rubbing my shaft long her slick vagina. Apparently, my stimulation of her vagina earlier had produced a lot of lubrication fluids. I lined up my shaft to her passage, and I began to push inside her. Venessa grimaced and inhaled at the sudden intrusion between her legs.

“It’s not going to fit,” she hissed.

“It will fit,” I said, letting go of the shaft once my head was fully lodged inside her. I grabbed her hips and pulled Venessa toward me as I pushed inside her. She grunted and wriggled as I bottomed out inside her.

“What are you two doing?” asked Linda, a classmate of ours, while she dried herself off.

“None of your business, that’s what,” said Venessa with a sharp glare at the girl above her.

“I’m sticking my penis inside her,” I said with a short thrust that caused Venessa to let out an eek.

“Why are you doing that?” asked Linda.

“Buzz off Linda!” said Venessa.

“Alright, jeez, I was just asking.”

“Why did you thrust into me like that?” asked Venessa.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” I said with another small thrust. “I need to do this to generate friction. If I don’t, then I will just stay hard.”

“How long does this take,” asked Venessa as I started to get into a rhythm.

“Not too long, but it has been taking longer the more I do it.”

“Just my luck,” said Venessa. I found a steady rhythm by this point, and my movements were delightfully making Venessa’s breast jiggle. Unlike the women I had modified with the artifact, Venessa showed no enjoyment. Just like Joy when I relieved myself in her yesterday. That implant probably reduces sensation in her genitals, I thought. It was amazing that I could elicit the sex contraction with her at all. I suspected she might have only felt a firm pressure as I moved inside her. Which was just fine with me. It made me feel good that Venessa wasn’t getting anything out of this. She wasn’t even in apparent discomfort anymore. Her vagina gradually got used to my size, producing more of her own sex fluids.

Our classmates watched, some observing, others giggling at how comical I looked using Venessa. Venessa just tried to be stoic in all this, which was difficult considering how bright red with embarrassment she was. It was weird having this girl that I hated underneath me giving me so pleasure. Her body was for my use only, and it felt good to be the one in control of her.

Her chest mounds jiggled with each thrust. They were hypnotic, and I just had to get a feel of one of my free hands. I began fondling her lovely breasts.

“Why do you keep touching my breasts?” she asked, brow furred in annoyance.

“Touching you in places I find pleasing helps the process,” I said, using my thump to play with her rosebud nipples.

“Wait, you find breasts pleasing to look at? What are you, baby?” she said with a sneering smile. Nobody knew why babies loved breasts. It was just a weird fact of life. Unfortunately, she forgot who was in control here. I pulled out of Venessa, and before she had time to realize what was happening, I flipped her over and reinserted myself inside her. I was taking her like I joy the previous day. Still, unlike joy, who had the dignity of standing, Venessa was positioned on all fours like a dog. Her back arched with the sudden intrusion of my penis. She grunted several more times as I picked up the pace, slamming her round butt into my pelvis with a **** that shook us both.

“I thought you were finished,” said Venessa turning back to me, her wet hair laying on her shoulder. I grabbed a fist full of that hair, yanking her head back as I continued grinding away at her bottom.

“Not yet,”

“Ow! Is this necessary!” hissed Venessa.

“Yeah, I’m getting there,” I said, panting heavily. The familiar dumb fog began to settle over my brain as my attention collapsed to just trying to get my own sex fluid out of my body. The grunting female on my penis was of no importance and just a warm receptacle for my sex fluids. I let go of Venessa’s hip and reached down to pull her up, so her body squished against mine. I could now fondle her breast while gripping her shoulder for leverage. Venessa grunted with each thrust up into her. A small crowd had gathered around us, wondering what we were doing and chatting among themselves. Most thought I was showing Venessa some unorthodox wrestling moves. I paid them little mind as I rubbed, fondled, and caressed Venessa.

“Hay when is that uncomfortable penis of yours going to soften?” asked Venessa.

“When I shoot my fluids inside of you,” said through a panting grunt.

“What? Oh, like heck, I’m not going to let you pee in me!” she said, suddenly trying to wriggle out of my grasp. A primitive part of me kept me holding onto her waist. In a way, this sudden fight was exciting. I buried myself to the hilt and pushed her down on the spongy floor so she couldn’t wriggle away from me.

“It’s not pee,” I said, holing her down while humping in fast, frantic thrusts. “It’s my sex fluids.”

“Your what?” but whatever further protests were made were not heard as focused on the dripping wet vagina and the warm body I was thrusting into. My own sexual contraction was fast approaching as I held Venessa even tighter before burying myself up to the hilt inside her.

My cum shot into the deepest part of Venessa as I could manage, and I collapsed atop her in a panting heap. I was able to bask in the afterglow of sex for a moment. But only for a moment.

“Are you done?” asked a panting Venessa.

“Yeah,” I said through my own heavy breathing.

“Then get off me knuckle dragger!” she said, shrugging me off.

Then next thing I knew, I was on my back with Venessa now standing over me. She was running her hands through her hair while examining her crouch. Venessa spread her labial lips, and a little blob of my sex fluids leaked out and ran down her leg. She scooped up a dollop of fluid on her finger and examined it.

“This is so gross,” she said after a moment. “How are you able to make this? I have never even seen anything like this before.”

“Call it a recent discovery,” I said, sitting up. Apparently, everyone got bored of the spectacle of one student rubbing in and out of another. It was just me and Venessa left in the showers. “Well, I better get going, and I don’t want to be late for class.”

“Oh no, you don’t,” said Venessa, grabbing me. “You’re going to tell me how and what you did to me in our match. If I had to go through that gross humiliation twice, you better tell me.”

It’s weird, but I have been seeing people differently since I discovered that artifact and began researching sex. Venessa, for instance. Before the artifact, she might as well have been the ugliest bully ever. But now, I have this unbelievable attraction to her. An attraction tarnished by past cruelties. She had always been haughty, imperious, and tyrannical. But now, just after having the roughest sex I have ever had, she seemed embarrassed, **** even. I had initially decided to keep the knowledge for myself. But something, beyond her threats, wanted me to tell her the truth.

“What I did was I **** a sexual contraction in you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“A sexual contraction. I have only recently discovered it in the past week. It happens when you stimulate the genitals by rubbing, licking, and penetrating them. To be honest I thought only I could do it, but apparently it can happen to women as well.”

“What were you doing stimulating your penis?” she asked.

“Is that what you really want to know?”

“Not really,” she said, wiping my sex fluid on her thigh. A small stream of my juices was dripping down her leg. “But what’s sex?”

“What we just did.”

“That? Why would you ever want to do that?”

“It causes the sexual contraction you felt on the mat.”

“But I didn’t feel that when you put your penis inside me, what I felt on the mat, was… life-changing,” when she saw how surprised I looked, Venessa grimaced. “Oh, don’t get so full of yourself. What we just did was gross and weird, But what happened while wrestling was different. Now, why did I get this sexual contraction then but not while you were thrusting into me?”

“To be honest, I was trying to give you one on the mat. So, I could win, and I wasn’t trying just now.” Venessa took a breath and crossed her arms as if pondering something.

“Ok, I think I get the gist, so all I have to do I is rubbing my genitals and I can get the sexual contraction,” she said.

“I guess, I never tried doing it alone. I have always been able to find a partner to help release my sex fluid.”

“Let me guess you somehow tricked Joy into doing it as well.”

“That’s none of your business,” I said, heading to my locker.

“I guess it’s not, but you are, I have nothing but sympathy for that poor girl. Just jumping on her and thrusting away at her like brainless ape.”

“I only did that with you, I actually like Joy,” I said, toweling off.

“Why she like you is beyond me,” she sighed. “I guess our transaction is at an end, don’t ever talk to me ever again.”

“Same,” I said, which was a lie because despite how much I resented her, she had a fantastic body for sex.