Have all of the sex. All of it

You've got to be systematic about this, you think. You pull up a phone book from your bedside table and flip the first page. Thankfully this is an alternative universe where phone books never stopped being relevant.

Sophie: "Let's see... Abel R. Aaronson, Lafayette Blv. 2, apartment 23."

You jump out through your broken bedroom window with a double somersault and land gracefully on your feet, fluidly transitioning into full sprint towards your target. Not even bothering to ring the doorbell, you walk right through the front door of the apartment building and swiftly navigate the stairway in three wall-to-wall jumps.

You gently knock on the door. A man slightly older than you opens, his mouth already agape before he can otherwise react in any other way. There's pleading in his gaze - **** pleading. The two of you stare at each other for a little while.

Sophie: "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

Abel: "Please have sex with me right now."

Sophie: "I thought you'd never ask!"

You pounce on the man, straddle him, grind him, and he cums in 12 seconds flat. Triumphantly, you take out the phonebook and cross off his name.

Sophie: "Alright! Onto the next one. Let's see... Bethany Aaronson, Lafayette Blv. 2... apartment 23... Hang on!"

You look to the kitchen table, where Abel's wife Bethany sits, staring at you in scareousal.

Sophie: "Oh, hell yes! This saves me so much travel time!"

Bethany is terrified out of her mind, but after she sees you getting up from the floor and confidently walk towards her, all of her inhibitions short circuit and she strips down. You lick her nipples, stick two thick, taloned fingers down her vag and finger her to release in 5 seconds. She keels over to the floor, in the throes of the orgasm of her life. A wicked sawtoothed grin spreads on your face as you watch her spasm on the floor with pleasure.

Sophie: "Sorry. Gotta run."

You open the window and jump down onto the street, continuing your stalwart quest for all of the sex. You have a few principles by which you abide by: only accost people in private, away from sensitive eyes. If they're under 20, really ugly or too fragile to withstand having sex with you, leave them be. You're only interested in good sex. You also always try to ask for consent, though that never seems to be an issue since most people fall to their knees begging for you to fuck them at first sight.

The phone book's pages flurry in your wake as you encase the city in a whirlwind of sex. It feels like you're getting constantly faster and faster. On several occasions you see yourself run by, and high five yourself. By the end of the day, you've fucked every able-bodied man, woman and nonbinary person in the phone book, leaving the whole city heaving in cumstained exhaustion while your stamina hasn't received a dent yet.

As the night falls, you sit atop a hill overlooking your home city, still hearing the soft choir of your partners moaning at their aching pelvises.

Sophie: "This sure was fun... but that wasn't all of the sex. That was just a single city."

You get up from your magnificent hiney, put your hands to your hips and shake your head.

Sophie: "I have to think bigger. Way bigger."