What’s Done is Done

As Blake leads you along through the campus, you decide that you might as well go along with it. She was clearly into you, though part of that was due to her being a slut and you had of course changed her. You also weren’t sure if you could change her back since she had already decided not to be the person she had been. Even if you could, you weren’t sure what the question would have been.

Blake looks back at you for a moment, smiling, and then continues charging on ahead. You follow, watching her hair bounce on her back and her ass likewise bounce enticingly. In doing so, you realize that a major part of why you're letting this happen is that you love the fact that any hot girl likes you, even if you did create her, and are letting your arousal control your decisions. It doesn’t bother you as much as it would have before though, and you think that it’s probably partly because of the actions you’ve already taken. In addition to that, you reason that if powers like yours exist the moral systems you have may not be adequate anyways.

Having sufficiently rationalized your way out of at least some of the moral beliefs you had held, you put those thoughts temporarily out of your mind and focus in on following Blake’s perfect ass to your destination. Shortly afterwards, she points to a large brick building on your right and says, “That’s my dorm.”

“Awesome,” you reply. She grabs your waist for a moment, kisses your neck, and then pulls you towards the dorm. You realize that a roommate or authority could be an issue here and ask, “Do you have a roommate?”

Blake’s face darkens, and she spits out, “Yeah, Amy. She’s a goddamn uppity religious prude. Her dad is an evangelical pastor in fucking Alabama. Alabama! And he’s considered **** even by the majority of the people in his small, incredibly conservative town. How is that even fucking possible?!”

With actual compassion, you say, “I’m sorry you have to deal with that, that sounds really rough.” You start to worry that she’ll see you though, especially given your school’a policy on sex. They essentially don’t try to get you for it, but if someone catches you, cares, and reports it you can receive hefty fines, lost scholarships, suspensions, or expulsions.

Blake notices your worry and says, “Hey, she won’t be here until seven. She has class for another two hours and then she studies in the library. It’s always the same.”

Relieved, you say, “Cool, that’s good to hear.” You enter the building with her and climb the stairs. It looks fairly dilapidated, but you could see it being a good enough living space. As you walk Blake repeatedly looks at you with a sultry expression and either sways her hips, bumps you with her ass, or juts out her tits, all of which she does with a clearly fake demeanor, as if she’s doing it unintentionally.

By the time you get to her room you’re almost fully hard and trying desperately to hide it. She notices and giggles, but rushes you past the other dorms to her room. As you enter you see that she lives in one of the dorms that has just a bedroom and a desk space against the wall. It’s decorated, though, with pictures of Blake and Amy as children and college students with friends and family, as well as posters of bands and a cross. Their beds are raised and you see organizational bins beneath them.

Suddenly, Blake comes from behind you and pushes you gently, sending you towards the bed. You turn around, a little startled, and she smiles before tackling you onto it.

She lifts herself up and deftly removes her shirt and bra. Her huge tits jiggle in front of you as she ravenously lowers herself towards you and plants her lips on yours. You place your hand on the back of her head and pull her into you even as you feel her hand start to massage your rapidly hardening dick.

With one quick motion you flip her onto her back, briefly pulling away from her kiss. You look down and see her tits and erect nipples wildly bouncing. Blake’s face takes on an even more sultry expression as she resumes her ministrations with her hand, and you lean down to kiss her again.

As your tongues entwine in a French kiss, you each start to thrust your hips together, rubbing your crotches together. She moans into your mouth, and you can tell that you’re beyond fully hard. You pull back, then remove your shirt and start to remove your pants. Blake does the same, and soon the two of you are naked on her bed.

With doe eyes and a guttural growl Blake says, “God, you’re fucking hot. Get on your condom and fuck me!”

Your heart skips a beat as you realize that you don’t have one. Panicking, you say, “Um, would you rather give me a blowjob while masturbating and swallow my cum or that I didn’t use a condom and you didn’t get pregnant or get any diseases?”

You flinch, but she quickly says, “that we fucked unprotected but I didn’t get anything.” You look up and see that your question hasn’t messed anything up as she’s beckoning you on with a smile and arousal in her eyes, hardened nipples, and dripping pussy.

You lean in to give her a tender kiss, and then gently maneuver your dick into her. She moans and clutches your ass hard, and you thrust into her, feeling her pussy clench around your cock.

“Fuck yes,” Blake breathes out as you start to thrust faster. She moves her hips in time with your own, moaning with increasing frequency. With one hand you reach down and expertly play with her nipple, eliciting yet another moan.

As you each get into it, your faces pictures of arousal and lust, the door suddenly opens. Your whole body tenses and you pull out, your head snapping towards the door. Amy is standing in the doorway, dumbstruck, her backpack on and keys in her hand. The moment seems to go on forever, and though you know it’s not the time you can’t help but notice that she’s an incredibly attractive white woman, with long red hair, large and pert tits, a decent waist, and a cute, freckled face. Her face is, however, marred by her expression that somehow simultaneously conveys outrage, disappoint, shock, and disgust.

After what seems like an eternity, Amy averts her eyes and says, “Seriously! I’m reporting this to the RA!”

Blake is frozen on the bed. As Amy turns, you think about how you can use your power in this situation. You can’t seem to come up with anything, but your lust-addled mind leads you to blurt out, “Wait! Would you rather stay here to quietly masturbate in the corner while we fuck like you always do when Blake has sex in here or take part in it?”

Angrily, she turns and opens her mouth to yell at you, but instead finds herself saying, “I would rather masturbate like I usually do.” Her brows furrow, but after a moment her face clears and she shuts the door and locks it.

You look at Blake and see her stress vanishing as Amy walks to the corner of the room and sits on the floor. She finally smiles at you and leans in to your ear to whisper, “It’s sad, but she doesn’t have anyone and she gets off on this sort of thing. Frankly, I like it a little bit too. If you don’t we can go somewhere else.”

“No, it's fine,” you reply, realizing suddenly that your statement normalized the situation and made it as if Amy has been doing this for awhile. “I kind of like it too, though I’m surprised someone so religious would be into this.”

“Yeah, it’s weird how conservative she is given that she’s into this, but I guess that’s how it goes sometimes.” Blake shrugs, glances at Amy, and then suddenly pulls you in and kisses you, her hands digging into the back of your head. After a moment you pull up for a breath, your dick hardening again. A glance at Amy reveals that she's now naked from the waist down, playing with her pussy with one hand, playing with her tits under her shirt with the other, and staring at you with a rapturous expression.

You harden completely, and as quickly as you can you enter Blake’s pussy. It again envelopes your cock and you groan as you thrust into her, your pent up tension bringing you quickly to the edge. She moans as her arms reach around your torso and pull you in. You kiss her passionately, stealing glances at Amy’s face contorted in a mixture of self hatred, pleasure, and absolute lust. Blake’s enlarged hips, ass, and tits are sent into a frenzy each and every time your hips thrust together.

Finally, she moans and nearly screams into your mouth as you feel her pussy clenching in orgasm around your dick. You grip her hair tightly with one hand and her tit with the other, thrust, and let yourself go, your cock pulsing in pleasure. You massage her breast as you both slowly come down, kiss her a few more times, and then pull out. After rolling off of her and onto your side, Blake rolls onto her own side and scoots in to cuddle as the little spoon. She shoots you one last sultry and pleased glance, then nuzzles her way in.

You idly play with her hair for a moment, then notice Amy still furiously masturbating in the corner. She appears frustrated but close to finishing, so you reach down and gently play with Blake’s tit while kissing her on the cheek and maintaining eye contact with Amy. Blake shakes as she’s startled for a moment, but she quickly realizes what you’re doing and lightly presses her ass against you.

Amy’s face scrunches up in a cute ball of pleasure that masks what you can only assume is her usual air of superiority and haughtiness, her tits swaying together and her thighs shaking. Blake settles herself back into you as Amy sits back in her chair, exhausted. You allow yourself to relax, your arm hugging Blake close and resting between her breasts. Fatigue and relaxation settle in, but your mind turns as you wonder whether there’s more that needs to be or should be done with Amy or Blake, or whether you should do something elsewhere.