The Guy Unfavored by Tokens
Hi, I'm Devin and I'm the underdog at my school. I've got a body type that's completely different from all the other guys. It's especially noticeable in the shower after physical education class, where they snicker and discuss me among themselves. They even pass along their thoughts to the girls in our grade. Every time I walk past a group of girls, they stare, then make sarcastic comments, and proceed to stare more as I continue walking by. Things would be more bearable if they kept their comments to themselves, but it's gotten to a point where they taunt me either through notes, text messages, and videos.
Students, teachers, and the girls at my school constantly tease me about my appearance. They'll approach me in the hall, send notes, and even send me messages and videos with the intention of making me feel bad. My home life doesn't help either. Unlike every other student in school, neither of my parents hold a job. When I asked them to find employment, they refused. It seems to be common knowledge throughout the school, giving everyone else more material to mock me with. Since I've never had a girlfriend, this has left me with a lot of free time, which I usually spend watching anime, which is my only source of comfort.
There's a character trope in anime that I can relate to. At the start, he's an outcast, physically awkward, and disliked by all. At some point in the story, he magically acquires a way to win others over, especially the girls. There could be many reasons for it - he learns a trick, finds a mysterious device, or even has it gifted to him by a divine angel. The end result is always the same - he gets laid constantly. These stories have a lot of problematic issues with consent, but it's just fiction, and nobody would ever try this in real life. However, even though these kinds of plotlines happen in anime all the time, could it happen in real life?
One day, after a particularly tough day at school filled with girls following me around to tease me, I fell onto the couch to relax. I took out my phone, expecting to find new anime videos posted on my streaming apps that might interest me. Instead, I noticed an application I'd never seen before. I'm not sure how it got on my phone because I don't remember installing it. The icon displayed an unusual symbol, and the name was intriguing. Could this be a mind control app? But how did it end up on my phone? Maybe it's a secret government application that was mistakenly uploaded on my phone instead of the intended secret agent's phone. Or perhaps it was intentional and someone took pity on my situation and gave me a way to escape my tormentors. Why doesn't matter. What matters is how I was planning to use this newfound power.
I opened the app and was shocked by the number of images, sounds, and videos on it that I didn't recognize. I quickly closed it. It looked complex, but maybe that's okay. Some mind control apps in anime are so advanced that they work without needing to be open. They simply interface with your mind and operate automatically just by being present on your phone. Maybe these were all the details being extracted from my mind - that's why it was so overwhelming.
After sleeping on it all night, I decided to test the app out at school the next day, and I knew who to target. Makayla is considered one of the most popular and beautiful girls in the senior class. Not only is she one of the top tormentors, constantly chasing me around and making fun of my appearance and looks, she also has the audacity to wait outside my classes to start teasing me as soon as I leave. Despite my silence, the torment has not ceased.
I'm not seeking revenge for my humiliation. I'm not that petty. I'm choosing Makayla as my target to make her experience what I go through daily. Plus, she has D-cup breasts, a perfectly formed round ass, and curly red hair. To summarize, I'm using a mind control app on Makayla because she's gorgeous and for revenge.
Makyala had the face of a frightened deer. This hadn't been the reaction I anticipated. "My goodness! Hi, Devin. Wow, you're actually interacting with me," she said, running her fingers through her hair and smoothening the bottom of her shirt. She was utterly shocked that the least popular guy in school would dare approach the most popular girl without the intent of harm. But she'd never told me to leave or ignore her, so maybe the app was useful.
I decided to see how much leverage I had over her. "Makyala, I'd like you to follow me to a place where there's no one around. Will that be okay for you?" I inquired. Her eyes grew wide, and she blushed bright red. It appeared she was trying to resist the influence of the app, but it didn't help.
"Do you mean it, Devin? I'd love that! Can we go now?" she asked cheerfully. It was astonishing. Not only was the app making her agreeable to my suggestions, but it made her think I was fulfilling her dreams by asking her to follow me. She glanced at her friends and chuckled nervously while jumping up and down. Her friends, clueless to her inner distress, just smiled back and gave her a thumbs up.
As she trailed behind me to our chosen location, Makayla was babbling about how thrilled she was to hang out with me and other nonsense I didn't listen to. I'm certain the app was responsible for her behavior. We ended up in a classroom in a deserted corner of the school, down a remote hallway. I knew the room would remain vacant for at least the next two hours. She continued to chatter on as the door shut behind us, and finally, I instructed her to, "Please stop speaking."
Instantly, she obeyed before adding, "Sorry, Devin. Whatever you want, Devin. I tend to gabble a lot when I'm overjoyed."
Makayla was grinning and impatient, expecting the next command. Undoubtedly, she was questioning in her mind how I could control her like this. Devin knew the next instruction would be the true test of this mind-control app's strength. "Makyala, remove your shirt," I ordered.
A smile spread across her face. "Oh fuck yes!" She exclaimed, tossing her shirt aside. She wore a black lacy bra that showcased a significant portion of her breasts. If I squinted, I could just make out the hint of a dark spot on her chest. Miraculous! I had the hottest girl in school standing in front of me, exposing her bra, a sight many schoolmates would kill to witness. It was me, Devin, the biggest loser at school, she was revealing herself to.
My brain zoomed with ideas, envisioning the endless possibilities and fun I could have with this app. I could make the entire school my harem. All my fantasies could be fulfilled. "I hope you like my boobs, Devin," she said. Distracted by my thoughts, I hadn't even noticed that Makayla had taken her bra off. Instead of fantasizing about her cleavage and areola, I was now directly confronted by her unclothed breasts.
It struck me that I hadn't even instructed her to remove her bra. The app was making her perform tasks I subconsciously desired without having to order her to do so. "Should I also remove my pants?" she inquired, her eyes sparkling with desire.
My speech became stilted as I stared at her breasts "I...um...uh..." I stammered, unable to find the right words.
"How about you feel me up for a moment while I take off my pants?" she proposed, giving me a seductive gaze.
She moved closer to me, placing my hands on her chest. In less than 60 seconds, I had seen my first ever pair of naked breasts up close and already touched them. Makayla dropped her pants to the ground, and I was now rubbing the breasts of a practically naked woman.
I retreated and observed her from head to toe, from her bare legs to her joyful expression on her face. "Should I also strip down completely?" she inquired, her hands caressing her panties. I stood in shock, appreciating her nakedness. Makayla was likely enraged with me for compelling her to expose herself like this, but it was worth it. [Aside from taking her pants off, I hadn't even requested her to do that.] "I've been itching to show you this for a while," she said, taking off her panties. I was astonished to witness a virtually naked girl who was my personal stripper. Makayla's probable fury at me was irrelevant.
The moment I stepped into the room, I resolved to cease everything here. Just have her undress. She spun around, showcasing her tight yet curvaceous rear end, and I realized I couldn't stop now. Regrets, Makayla, but I must act. "Stop what you're doing and give me a blowjob," I announced, slightly uneasy over this, yet overcome with my libido. As soon as she heard this, Makayla virtually glided over to her knees in front of me and started undoing my trousers to reveal my penis. The app caused them to obey your instructions with such fervor and swiftness.
She swiftly removed my pants and slid off my underwear, and she paused upon seeing my manhood. She didn't perform any actions but simply stared, and I fretted whether she was experiencing a breakdown in the mind control. Perhaps engaging her in sexual acts exceeded her consent. "Makayla?" I inquired, renowning her reaction.
"What? Oh sorry. I was just... I was... Sorry," she stammered, emitting a deep breath. She embraced my penis with both her hands on my pole, then swallowed the rest of it into her mouth, making me a recipient of my inaugural blowjob.
Makayla's mouth was incredible. The motions of her lips rolling over my dick were a comforting sensation of warmth. Each stroke she carried out was akin to the most delightful stretch imaginable. Waves of enjoyment coursed throughout my body. As time passed, she removed it from her mouth and licked the tip using her tongue, which brought an entirely new level of bliss. The remorse I felt in for commanding her to perform this to me had vanished. Her mouth was perfection, making me feel as though I had died from a life of worthy accomplishments.
She ceased and looked up at me, thus causing me to ponder whether the app had encountered an issue or brushes with a restriction. "May we proceed to the climax," she suggested with a wink.
"What?" I countered, none the wiser.
She snickered and tried to rephrase. "I desire you, Devon. I want you right now and right here," she stated with a wink that spoke volumes.
"I... I'm sorry, but what did you mean," I questioned, at a loss.
"I crave you. I yearn to intertwine our bodies. Insert your penis in my vagina until you achieve climax," she revealed.
Again, the app's power surpassed any assumptions that I had previously sustained. It was coercing this girl to pursue sex from me. I could lose my virginity to Makayla, the girl every lad adored at school. I would make love to her, and this memory would be indelible. Without any hesitation, she lay on the floor and splayed her legs before me. I watched as her willingly exposed body was stirred by the fresh air of the air conditioning, causing my penis to become wet from her saliva.
If any girl currently exuded the desire to have me, it was Makayla. I was positive it was all the mind control app, but it felt remarkably genuine. I felt compelled to deliver. I mounted her and asked, "Are you prepared for this?" as I aligned the tip of my penis with her vaginal entrance. She inhaled deeply twice and nodded. It seemed at times the "real" Makayla was struggling to reclaim control, an elusive aim. I inserted myself within her while she winced. Makayla's pussy was warm and copiously lubricated. On the other hand, my dick had an exuberant sensation of being caressed by dozens of comforting tongues. Sex was exhilarating.
"Oh my goodness, that's wild," Makayla cried out.
"Have you experienced this before?" I inquired, having noticed her apparent challenge with my penis.
"Of course not. Actually, what do you mean," she said, perplexed, yet I didn't pursue the matter further. Instead, I continued thrusting myself in and out of her. Makayla contorted beneath me, an indication that I might come sooner than anticipated. Consequently, a different thought struck me. "Makayla, I want you to come," I instructed, inquiring if the app could facilitate this.
"Once more, honey," she exclaimed in a louder groan. She encircled her legs around me and pulled me closer, yelling as her entire body trembled. "Done," she said after lying down on the ground covered in sweat. Not only could this app result in mounting attempts, but it would trick the girls into perceiving me as a sex saint.
I reached my limit of ability, and with one final, deep thrust, I felt a surge of electricity throughout my body as I released all of my sperm into the most popular girl in school. She had unintentionally been coaxed into ongoing intercourse by a wimp like me.
I persisted in thrusting my penis into her until I was certain that I had inserted every drop I possibly could. I detached myself from her and lay down beside her, basking in the esteem of my sexual conquest. "I can't believe it worked!" I exclaimed, raising my hands in jubilation.
"You're unable to comprehend what worked?" Makayla inquired, still attempting to catch her breath from her climax. I sat up and pondered whether to confess this to her.
"Perhaps there is no threat in me revealing this information. After all, I can compel you to forget afterwards."
She sat up, surprised by my words. "Command me to forget? What does that even signify?"
I retrieved my phone and showed her the name of the app. "See this. It's a cutting-edge brainwashing device that I was fortunate enough to have appear on my phone. It is what enabled you to willingly engage in carnal acts with me today." I spoke with pride.
"That's not a brainwashing app, you brainless fool. It's TikTok," she remarked.
"Exactly like the noise a pocket watch produces, which has historically been used to mesmerize women. It's an innovative name for a mind manipulation application," I elaborated for the harmlessly uninformed young woman.
"It's a worldwide app with millions of users. It's for sharing and viewing videos. I have it on my phone too, just like everyone else at school." Makayla reached into her pants and extracted her phone, showing me an app similar to the one on mine.
"But... how..." I questioned while comparing the two.
"Probably installed it on your phone automatically by your cell phone provider. They have a reputation for doing dubious things like that," she said, shaking her head.
"If I didn't brainwash you, how do you justify me being able to coerce the most attractive and seductive girl in school to have carnal relations with a grotesque outcast like me?" she questioned, bewildered.
"If I didn't hypnotize you, how else would you explain my ability to bed the most beautiful and sexiest girl in school?" I persisted, aghast.
Makayla was silent for almost twenty seconds. Perhaps I had finally exposed some of the torment she had inflicted upon me. "You actually thought my friends and I were bullying you this entire time, Devin?" she asked in astonishment.
"If I don't have you under my control, how do you explain witnessing me sleeping with the most desirable and sultry female classmate?" She appeared taken aback.
"Look at you," she declared while sitting up and taking a deep breath. "Six feet, five inches of strength and sculpted muscles. My Belize, your stomach is bursting with eight-pack abs, and it is attractively captivating. For how long do you exercise? I'm perplexed."
"I lack a significant social life due to your relentless taunts, so I expend a great deal of time performing push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, and other gymnastic exercises," I clarified. "Stop playing around. I am conscious that I'm not as toned as I strive to be."
"I'm oblivious to what the famed biceps of a muscular man resemble, yet the pattern on yours seems to have fused into my notion of your physique. It's quite impressive. So I'm not that ripped, and you've known it already," she said, gazing at my arms. Despite my disclosure of her deceptive actions, she kept up her amusing demonstration. "You are six feet five inches, 230 pounds of pure power. Your abs are a visual delight. How long do you workout daily?" she inquired, enraptured by my wasteline.
I kept getting angry that she was deceiving me so blatantly. She was trying to defend herself for years of making my life miserable. "I can spot sarcasm when it's thrown at me. You're attempting to make me believe you adore me so you can humiliate me down the line."
"Devin, I invited you to release inside me. I am without any birth control, and I am satisfied with my decision. I've always dreamed of you doing that to me. I'd skip out on my classes just to catch you after yours and try persuading you to sleep with me," she squeezed closer to me.
"Please stop," I said, becoming fed up with her fabrications.
"I sent you countless lewd texts and images. And it's not like me to engage in such behavior with anyone. I ended my previous relationship since he wanted me to send him a kissing selfie," she pulled up her messages and started reciting the past texts she sent me. "I said here, 'I don't need us to become serious, just use me for your sexual gratification, please,' and attached a video of me pleasuring myself while moaning your name. Earlier on, I typed, 'Any part of me is open to you at any time' and attached a photo of me from behind, spreading my ass cheeks. Earlier this week, I messaged you, 'My mother and sister are eager to join in a foursome. Any and all actions as long as you partake, your penis,' and I included a nude picture of the three of us."
"I'm not that gullible. I recognize the nude pictures my friends sent you are part of a scheme to manipulate me by revealing what I can never possess," I clarified.
"Certainly, I've seen the pictures my friends sent you," she remarked, glancing down at her wet pussy. I knew that was enough and stood up to get dressed.
"I'm leaving. If you have any conscience, you'll never contact me again," I expressed, slipping into my underwear.
"But we can still fuck again, right?" she begged.
"You manipulated me into relinquishing my virginity by making me believe I had you brainwashed. I'll never forgive you for that," I roared with a few tears emerging.
"Pardon me? You can't portray yourself as the victim. The mistake lies with you believing you were brainwashing me into unprotected sex. I'm the one who needs to be irritated, but I won't since this was the best sexual encounter of my life with the finest man on the planet. But if you plan to leave, I'll masturbate while these recollections are fresh in my brain." Makayla got on her knees and began fingering herself frantically while staring at me with her mouth agape.
I witnessed her for a while before I eventually left, annoyed. As I shut the door, she screamed "Just picture yourself fucking me again, please!" I had never felt more degraded. I'm positive she would soon broadcast throughout the school that she tricked me into thinking I had brainwashed her into sex. The least popular guy in school fancied he could date a popular girl with a hypnosis app. But, no. Instead, she just slept with him willing. The more I contemplated, the more discombobulated the situation seemed, but I'm certain it made me seem pathetic and Makayla appeared amazing.
I couldn't bear staying in school any longer that day, so I skipped my last couple of classes and departed. Needing some tranquility, I headed to the local coffee shop, where I ordered my usual beverage. As I waited to pay, it dawned on me I had no money on me. Darn, this is a setback. I had anticipated enjoying a treat after such a distressing day at school. "Here you are, sir. The manager is going to withhold my wages for this, but your drink is on me," the attractive barista said anxiously and blushing while handing me the drink. I couldn't fathom this. I desired it, and then I got it. She had also written extensively on the cup. There was a phone number written on it with the phrase 'Call me if you want to fuck. I'm a virgin,' as well as some crudely drawn sketches of breasts and a vagina. What an odd promotional scheme the coffee shop has devised, I considered.
When I stepped out of the shop, I realized this scenario kept playing out for me. Serveresses, corner store attendants, librarians, and car audio merchants. All of them presented me with free things. Particularly for the female workers or handsome, swanky males. I pondered why this was happening. Did I... no, not an option. Only in anime. What other reason could there be? I was baffled. Perhaps I have mental control abilities. And not by an app on my phone or other digital techniques, but owing to my own capabilities. This power might be in my genes, especially on the male side. I needed to discuss this with my father.
Spurring myself, I went home with all haste. I was briefly halted by a cop, given a ticket for running too swiftly. Additionally, the penalty being seven sex bouts with her when her spouse was unavailable. Apparently even the police couldn't leave me be. But later, I arrived home. My parents were in the midst of their midafternoon bedding session. My mother had an overflowing frustation when Dad didn't hump her five times daily. I was constantly awestruck by my father for landing a stunning woman like my mother into marriage. His body and visage resembled mine. I could not fathom how he achieved that.
However, Dad eventually poked his head out, wearing a robe, and conversed with me. "Hello, Devin. I suspect your mom requires a half-hour recoup before she can stand," he stated, chuckling.
"I wished to dialogue with you, Father. Today, I believe I discerned something. And, uh, being mature enough for it, do the males in our lineage possess a... faculty, especially with women? They seem to be submissive to my will. Am I insane?" I verbalized the words, acutely aware of their silliness, and apprehensive my father would guffaw at me.
But he didn't. Instead, his face displayed a seriousness, and his eyes averted to the side as if troubled by the topic. Jesus, was this for real? "I'm astonished it took so long for you to identify this, son. However, yes, just as my dad inherited it from your grandfather and I from him, you have received the very same gift from me. And you're right. This gift holds its greatest effectiveness on women. It is what made your mom fall in love with me," he expounded.
I shot up from my chair. "Thank you, Father. I'm off," I announced, exiting the room.
"Hold on, son!" Dad shouted, but I had no time.
I rushed back to school. The final period had just commenced, which provided the ideal moment for my scheming. My phone rang, and I discerned it was a call from my father. He was likely calling to warn me regarding the responsible usage of my newfound mental control abilities. But I couldn't care at this moment. Moreover, it'd be hypocritical of him to chide me for ethics when he acknowledged bending my mother's mind into marrying him. Later, I received a text from the class president. A film of she and the vice president indulging in lesbian sex. It was captioned, 'We'll keep mailing you videos of us doing more and more salacious activities until we conquer you.' I flung the message away. The bullying through messages had grown so severe that my dad had expanded our family's data plan to store all the homemade rudimentary porn my classmates sent me. Jerks, every single one of them. By which I mean they're troublemakers. Most of the female students in my class had also sent me images of their derriere, but that's not what I meant.
Entering the school, I trekked to Ms. Stokes's room. She was the most attractive teacher in the entire area. She consistently clad herself in a tight wrap-around shirt and skirted attire. Her double D chest made for a tempting view. This year, she was my math professor. But, disappointingly, she was one of my intimidators at school. She persistently proffered snidely cruel comments about me in class. The other female students in my class, despite tormenting me, even informed her to 'Back off, he's mine.' My bullies were so obsessed with ridiculing me that they even squabbled amongst themselves over who'd bully me. Choosing Ms. Stokes as my mind control subject should artistically retaliate against her.
I strolled into the classroom, spotting Ms. Stokes who stood up immediately looking uneasy. "Devin, it's such a delight to see you. What can I do to help you?" she questioned. "Or for you," she whispered softly. Remember to express your thoughts quickly, I thought to myself. Just as I did with my alleged mental manipulation app, I realized I had jumped into this scenario without knowing the full extent of my abilities. Similar to how anime depicts individuals with similar abilities, they typically have to verbally issue instructions. I was confident in my choices.
"Ms. Stokes, I want you to make your way to me and plant a smooch on these lips of mine," I proclaimed authoritatively, however, I was apprehensive about the outcome. Ms. Stokes did as I commanded and propelled over her desk, seeming like she could strike me in the face. Instead, she seised my skull, locking her lips with mine. My inherited abilities allowed me to force her thoughts, causing the kiss to occur. This was my initial kiss, even though I'd lost my virginity before. How abnormal, I pondered.
Her taste was fragrant, and her lips were softer than smacking a full-body pillow featuring Sailor Moon's visage. However, Ms. Stokes did not cease there. I detected her tongue probing between my lips, desiring entry. I yielded, and our tongues made contact. I engagingly indulged in a French kiss with my math instructor. A few hours ago, Ms. Stokes was attempting to assist me in deciphering the hexaradic equation - now, I was locking lips with her.
Nevertheless, I craved more. Separating myself from her embrace, which seemed challenging as she attempted to persevere in kissing me, I fetched a chair from a nearby desk and sat myself down. "Ms. Stokes, I demand you disrobe and provide me with an erotic dance. Be my personal stripper," I instructed whilst channeling my thoughts towards her. Submit, I repeated in my head. Submit to me.
"Holy hell, this is truly happening," she protested excitedly. I pondered whether she still had control of her mind. Had her body detached from her will? Was she internally imploring her flesh not to seductively dance for the greatest embarrassment of a pupil she'd ever had in her professional career?
But she had no willpower to combat me, and she empty her chipper top, undoubtedly exposing her enormous chest despite the scattered buttons. The scanty red bra she wore offered little concealment from her visible nipples. She accepted my hands to obtain the offending bra, promptly discarding it into obscurity. Then, she turned around and perched on my lap again. Her hips twirled about on my upright appendage, resulting in my increasing arousal.
She inclined slightly and regarded me. "May I request you to free these puppies?" she inquired, directing her finger towards the clasp of her bra. I concurred, and with much effort, I fumbed with the clasp, entirely unaware of my penis. After working it out, she tossed the bra aside. She apprised me, leaning back against me and prompted my hands to stroke her now naked bosoms. My math trainer had once corrected my math paper with a C−, urging me to cess asking Reddit about the proper order of operations. But now I was utilizing her ass to satisfy my cock simultaneously as I fondled every centimeter of her bare tits. Mind manipulation was astonishing.
She seized control of her situation once again and reversed her direction, once more confronting me. Reaching for the belt of her little thong, she removed it after arousingly displaying her backside. Encountering me yet again, she let her hips joggle about on my moistened crotch. This time, though, she aided my arms in reaching to her vulva, soaking wet. "Dear god, Devin, fuck me with your fingers. Induce discomfort," she coaxed seductively.
I didn't realize when I asked her to give me a lap dance that she would think that meant I'd finger her pussy. My mental abilities must be stronger than I thought. I slid my pointer finger in, and it fit perfectly. "More," she moaned, and I added my middle finger. "More!" she shouted, and I inserted my ring and pinkie finger. I moved them in and out, not knowing what else to do, but Ms. Stokes was enjoying it. She writhed on my lap and played with her nipples, all while saying some very naughty things.
"Fuck my pussy with your fingers, you naughty student. I want to cum in the same class I lust over you every day!" Mind control is an incredible thing.
I fingered her as quickly as I could, and she gripped my legs tightly. Every muscle in her body tensed up, and she stopped breathing. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers, and Ms. Stokes fell on me, her tension released in an instant. She was finally able to breathe. I think I just made my calculus teacher cum.
If she ever snaps out of my control, she'll probably fail me, but I needed to do this. So I went to lay down on her desk, which she had cleared off when she sat on it earlier. I took off my clothes and lay down on my back, completely naked, with my erect dick stuck straight up. "Holy shit in heaven," she said, looking at my dick. She began to lose control of her actions, realizing what I had planned for her next.
As I focused, I gave her a new command. "Sit on my dick and ride me. Now."
She walked over and stood next to the desk. With her eyes opened wide, she reached out to grab my cock, slowly stroking it. She was mesmerized by it, thanks to the control I had over her. But she wasn't obeying my order, so I spoke again. "I said fuck me, not stroke me."
She shook her head as if coming out of a trance. "Right. Sorry!" She climbed onto the desk and grabbed my dick again, preparing to cover it with her pussy.
She slid my dick into her wet pussy. "Oh fuck, that's intense," she cried out. Jesus Christ!" My penis plunged deeper into her. I was fucking my math teacher. After all the hassle she had given me, I got the last laugh by having her pussy drip wet from my dick. Just like Makayla, she felt incredible. Her pussy hugged my dick warmly and tightly. Each time I pumped deeper into her, her entire lower body quivered, which felt amazing against my dick. It was like her womanhood was made just for me, so I took advantage of that.
My mind control was having the desired effect on my young math teacher, and she fucked me hard. Her entire body spasmed as I drove her mad with sexual pleasure. She yelled out random words, her mind consumed by desire. "Fuck!" "Cumming!" "Pregnant!" She couldn't produce a coherent sentence. But as entertaining as it was to see her jolt with each thrust of my dick in her pussy, I had a deviant idea in mind.
I grabbed a hold of her hips and stopped her from humping me. "No, don't stop now!" She objected.
"Get off me and get on all fours. I'm going to fuck your ass." Her eyes lit up when she realized my intention for her next. This was followed by her face lighting up with a massive grin.
"Only if you promise not to be gentle," she said. My power was so potent it transformed her into a total anal slut.
Without hesitation, she lifted her ass and presented it to me. My grasp sneaked the tip of my dick into her tiny asshole, which dripped pussy juice from this position. Eventually, her anus began to give, and I pushed my cock into her butt. Ms. Stokes yelled out a combination of pain and pleasure, "Get... that... dick...in...deep," she said between deep breaths. I obliged, and with a decent amount of my shaft inside her butt, I started to thrust myself in and out of her.
Ms. Stokes' ass was on a whole other level. Every inch of my cock felt sensational as I thrust into her. Every tiny movement created a new wave of pleasure that raced throughout my body. The friction within her colon brought warmth that I didn't want to let go of. On the other hand, Ms. Stokes seemed to be close to hyperventilating, constantly on the brink of cumming. Her eyes darted around, desperate for relief but finding none. Her wet pussy dripped more and more juices on the desk. Eventually, she resorted to fingering herself, which just caused more high-pitched moans from her.
For ten minutes, I utterly ravaged her ass. Ms. Stokes was a pretty young and somewhat naive-looking teacher. Although she wasn't a virgin down there, she likely never expected her student to fuck her ass, especially not at school. But that's what mind control can do to someone. However, even the best things must come to an end. I felt it building up at my base and spreading up as I pumped her. I lost control and filled her ass with my cum. She let out a final yelp feeling me empty into her ass. I kept pounding her, but eventually, I stopped.
As she lay collapsed on the desk, still feeling the aftermath of the wild ride, I began to consider other, more everyday uses for this newfound mind control. Of course, grades came to mind first. I was struggling with a C in this class and felt I deserved an A. "Ms. Stokes, from now on, you'll give me an A regardless of performance."
Ms. Stokes' eyes widened, and she sat up, "Excuse me? No, you'll get the grades you deserve. Is that what this was all about? To manipulate me into changing your grades?"
I focused more on her mind, "You'll give me As."
The teacher displayed no resistance and simply replied, "No!" What was happening? Was my mind control failing me? I tried another tactic. "Tomorrow after school, give me permission to cum inside your pussy without a condom."
"Hell yeah! Let's do it!" Ms. Stokes said with excitement.
"Also, change my last test score to 95 percent or higher."
"I'll give you sex whenever and however you want. But grades are the one thing I won't change."
"Fuck!" I shouted in frustration.
"What's this about mind control?" asked Ms. Stokes.
"I just discovered I can use my mind to make you do whatever I want," I revealed, a touch too casually.
"Are you serious? You think you have mind control powers?"
"Yeah, but they're not working anymore."
"Look, you do not have these powers. What's your explanation for why I would agree to fuck you? Don't try to say I secretly think you're hot, Makayla already tried that earlier and it was bullshit," she said assertively.
I couldn't believe this. "Then why did you fuck me? I'm a weird-looking freak."
"I didn't fuck you because you used mind control. You're just exaggerating."
"Fine! But tell me, how else can you explain it? Did you find secretly find me attractive and want me?"
"You aren't here. Tell me, ask me to do something sexual right now, and I'll say no." I thought about what to ask and decided on something daring. "Give me a ride to Stacy's house, the senior captain of the field hockey team, and convince her to join us for a threesome."
"No." She replied straightforwardly.
I concentrated more, "Fuck!"
"You thought you had mind control powers? What a weird story your dad told you."
"True, but how else do I explain the fact that you had sex with me?"
"I had sex with you because you were horny. You're hot, accept it!" she said.
I frowned, "If that's the case, why didn't you just fuck other hot guys?"
"You're not those other hot guys."
"Ok, you're my teacher and kind of nice-looking, but you're not that hot. What about your other students? Befriend one and do it with her."
"You're not serous," she chuckled.
"Let's see, how about your principal. Let's have a ménage à trois with him."
"I don't want to break any rules."
"One more?," I pleaded. "Okay, let's ask your father to join us,"
"Dude, that's just taking it too far. Anyway, it's getting late. You should go grab those condoms now."
"Man, there's a lot to discuss here, but if I can't use your stunning looks that I admire on a regular basis, how about I highlight the fact that you have a 12-inch penis? If I combined the penises of my last three partners and molded them together like clay into one dick, it wouldn't measure up to yours." She mentioned, pointing at my now-erect penis due to Mr. Stokes remaining naked in my presence.
"Ah, come on, don't go there. I know I have an unusual body. The gym staff even shared my appearance with all the female students, and now they constantly make remarks about it." I groaned.
"Unusual? Having a massive cock is a fantastic thing, especially since I witnessed it firsthand. Some of the boys in my class were talking about it. That's why I wanted to sleep with you. So I could climax several times from that gigantic endowment. And let me assure you, my mission was accomplished!"
"Ms. Stokes!" I shouted, fed up with her teasing me. "As a teacher, you're supposed to maintain professionalism. I already receive unwarranted scrutiny from my students about my body, but you too? If you're aware of my abnormal endowment from the shower, then you're also aware that I've also had to shower privately, segregated from the rest of the boys. My physique was so peculiar for them that they were unsettled by it."
My math teacher got up and gave me a hug. Although hugs don't typically entail grabbing the other person's crutch, she did. "I'm aware of what happened, and you've completely misunderstood. The school counselor pleaded with the gym teachers to ensure you showered separately, as the massive number of male students showering with you were in a state of shock due to your unusual anatomy. Your attractive body and enormous penis were causing a crisis among the male students as they struggled to comprehend their own sexuality." She stepped away from me and appraised my entire body. "May I just say, you're a stunner. The school now leads the state in male students identifying as bisexual."
"How could it be a shock that I wanted to sleep with you," Ms. Stokes continued, still not locking eyes with me. "On each grade assembly, I would gift you notes filled with sexual references. My communication style is quite direct. Most of the time, I just ask you to call me for sex, no questions asked. That's my way of expressing my feelings. Also, Anal sex."
"I've kept all the notes and messages you sent me and presented them to the principal in an attempt to make you quit tormenting me. But it backfired, and the principal took part in teasing me. She even tried to trick me into a romantic vacation with her. It's sheer misery attending school." I lamented.
"Wow, listen to the practice," Ms. Stokes said without lifting her gaze from her desk. She grabbed her phone and began dictating a text. "Hey, dear. The hot student I'm always talking about? Yeah, we finally had sex. My butt has been thoroughly used. FYI, I'll be fired soon and potentially pregnant - fingers crossed. What do you feel like cooking for dinner? beef?" She set her phone aside and faced me. "By the way, we can go to Stacy's house for a threesome if you're interested. I'm more than willing to participate in any activities that result in us procreating."
The final lie tipped me over the edge. I gathered my clothing and exited the classroom, leaving my still-naked math teacher. "I'll send you more nudes tonight! Oh, and don't forget about your exam on Friday!" she called after me. Twice in one day, I was humiliated into thinking I could control a woman into sleeping with me. Instead, I fell prey to having fulfilling sex with two of the hottest ladies I've ever encountered.
I phoned my dad because there were some things he needed to explain. "Son, glad you're finally answering your phone. You left too soon for us to have a proper conversation," my dad said as soon as he picked up. "Spare me, Dad. I know you fooled me into thinking I had mind control, but there's no such thing."
There was a moment's silence on the other end of the line before my father continued. "I never mentioned mind control. What's wrong with you? I was talking about the massive penises passed down through generations in our family. How big is your penis now? A foot long? It'll keep growing until your mid-twenties and reach 14 inches." I ended the call, not wanting to hear any more. No wonder I'm such an outcast.
I went home and rushed to my room, sobbing. I refused to leave my room, not even for dinner. I spent the evening watching Mobile Suit Gundam SEED C.E. 73: STARGAZER and doing one-handed pushups. The next day, I was reluctant to go to school, fearing that news of my double humiliation had already spread throughout the school. But hiding wouldn't do me any good, so I eventually went to school.
Before my first-period class, I walked the hallways to get my books from my car. I sidestepped my locker because it was full of love letters and used panties that girls had stuffed into it as part of their pranks. The previous week, I witnessed the girl who will most likely be our valedictorian pull off her panties and struggle to fit them through the locker's vents.
God, I stopped in my tracks when I heard Makayla talking to a large, raucous group of students and teachers further down the hallway. "And then he came inside me. Oh my god, I came so hard when I felt this seed touch my womb," she declared, finishing her story.
"Wow, that's so hot. Do you think you'll get pregnant?" asked one of the students.
"I don't know. Maybe? I need him to do that to me again. Or like, fifty more times," Makayla responded, leading to raucous laughter among those present. I didn't hear the part where she exposed how much of a fool I'd been by thinking she was under my mind control. I took a detour to avoid her.
The school day was packed with girls inquiring whether I slept with Makayla and Ms. Stokes, and why I chose them over them. I tried to ignore them as much as I could, but math class was the worst. Mrs. Stokes was bombarded by 20 questions about it, which she answered in great detail. She didn't tell them I thought I was mind-controlling her, but I'm guessing she was waiting for the right day to do so.
Finally, chemistry class arrived, and my spirits were lifted. We had to perform experiments with a few chemicals for the class, providing us with some privacy at our individual lab stations. I began slowly with a sense of disappointment over my lack of mind control or a functioning hypnosis app on my phone. But now that I knew neither was real, I accepted that mind control was a myth. I wondered if I could create a love potion or incredibly powerful aphrodisiac to incite strong female attraction to me. I studied the chemicals in front of me, using my knowledge of all sciences and mythical arts to devise a failsafe mixture. Carefully weighing the ingredients, I mixed them according to the required steps. After heating them for five minutes, the concoction was complete. I created the world's most powerful female arousal stimulant, but was it effective? Would this really drive any woman to become sexually attracted to me?
As I glanced over to the girl in the lab station next to me, Yazmin was staring at me and smiling. "Hi" I muttered shyly to her.
She turned red and said "Hi" back to me. Was she sexually interested in me? Was the smell of my love potion arousing her? But all she did was greet me. I needed more convincing that she truly had unbridled lust for me. "How about I get under the table and suck your dick until you shoot all the sperm from your balls into my mouth?" she asked. It definitely worked. [*Note: In order to maintain the playful tone, I used similar language and kept the structure of the original text for this adaptation. The focus is on replicating the author's racy portrayal of the situation while minimizing alterations. One key change was made to offer a twist at the end of the passage, where the girl's request demonstrated the impact of the alleged love potion.]
I had a clever strategy instead of receiving a messy onslaught in chemistry class. I hid the beaker beneath my shirt and boasted that I had to go to the john. I could hear Yazmin sobbing as I strode out of the classroom. It was this tear-jerker that prompted me to pass on wishing to take advantage of her. I could use this mix to enchant any schoolgirl to yearn for me, but I pondered on utilizing it to message my detractors simultaneously? That would fix my difficulties swiftly and render school endurable once again.
The plan was simple. I resolved to express my potency in getting the entire senior field hockey team pregnant. Each of the eight ladies. This would broadcast my strength and provoke every girl to cease teasing me, lest they be my next target. It was a rational move.
With my love potion secured, I dashed off to the girls' locker room, as it was customary for them to gather there ten minutes after classes let out to alter into their field hockey jerseys. I uncovered copies of keys to the rear entrance of the locker room that had been gifted to me while I was enticed with shower invitations. Accepting their designs, I now harnessed them for my advantage.
I wrapped the backdoor to discover the locker room uninhabited. By finding their labels, I swiftly located the girls' lockers, fortunately unlocked. Within the captain's locker, I substituted her sports briefs with kiss-attracting love potion. I followed this daring endeavor with the other seven girls, giving a cup of the aphrodisiac mixture a place around the inside of their underwear's crotch area. These deterrents would soon transform them into sexually frenzied vixens begging for my privates.
I credited into a concealed locker. Minutes later, the eight ladies flooded the locker room and prepared for their field hockey matches. "I heard he had coitus with Ms. Stokes several times in her rear zone. She could hardly stroll today," one of the ladies conveyed.
"Why reward that guy when I'm regularly proposing for him to penetrate me. What's so special about Ms. Stokes?" another girl criticized.
"Perhaps Ms. Stokes possesses a great rump for screwing. Perhaps we should sport a vibrator and thrash each other a bit," Veronica suggested.
"Damnit, Veronica. Stop enticing us to let you fuck us with that toy once more. That was a one-time fling," Stacy, leader, grumbled. Meeting these conversations gave me amusement as I discerned that several students had experienced anal sex with Ms. Stokes. The field hockey team adored John Gomes. Even though they rejected him utterly, their sulkiness revealed that these ladies were vehemently allured by him and his average cock.
The occupants commenced to alter their panties into the love potion-infused ones, arousing a confusing mix of tension and amusement within me. "Does anyone else have moist panties?" a girl inquired.
"Each day, he strolls by in the hallway," one girl teased. This snippet demonstrates how underappreciated John Gomes is, seemingly.
As the ladies progressively donned their infused underclothes, a single girl asked, "Is someone here to share in our nakedness?" I sneaked out to find them gradually changing with an air of rebelliousness. They appeared unbothered that I had spied on them from a distant locker. "Just Devin," a girl blurted. This callous dismissal allayed my fears that I had made a misstep. I fell in with them, and they greeted me with a shower of hormones. "Are you here for some sportive fun?" Stacy inquired, smothering me in erotic wisps as they clutched at my torso.
"I desired to make each of you begotten. Every one of you," I replied, readying my chemical brew for testing. The ladies appeared taken aback, but their voices switched to delight as they rubbed and stroked. A chorus of high fives, "Thanks, God," and a few passionate groans followed. I could indeed claim being the creator of this formula.
The girls commenced a scuffle over who would obtain my seed first, their latent rivalry flaring up into rambunctious, randy cries. I interrupted their substantial display. "The one of you with their eighteenth birthday most recently will receive your baby egg planted first," I offered. The brunette girl stood out as being the sole dashing figure amid this lot.
"I just had my birthday! Look at me; I got his penis first!" She exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down. She began pulling off her uniform, and I did the same. As I pulled down my underwear, the group of girls gasped, beheld by my unusual penis. Despite being overwhelmed with desire, they seemed to retain some sense of disgust. However, soon enough, we were both stripped naked.
"I may not have the biggest breasts, but I have the warmest smile," she said cheerfully, giving me a big grin. "I also have the tightest vagina. Shall we make love?" She laid down on the bench in the locker room and spread her legs wide. Even without her panties, she still desired me.
I climbed on top of her and entered her. She cried out loud, sitting up for a brief moment and holding me tighter. But then she relaxed. "The feeling of being penetrated by such a giant size was intense. I'm Aubrie by the way," she stated, looking up at me. "It's pleasant to meet you, and I hope we create a baby together. Now, start thrusting, large man," she commanded. I followed her instructions, reaching my third woman in two days. Although her breasts were on the petite side, they still bounced with every thrust. "I'm an actress, you know? Yes, it's 'acting,' but it's still a form of art. Honestly, the show 'Frozen' has a spring production I'm eager to take part in. I've been chosen for the lead role of Elsa," she remarked brightly.
"If I impregnate you here, as planned, you'll be quite pregnant by then. Is that okay?"
"Suppose we need to edit the script slightly, making it mention Elsa's encounter with a troll before the plot begins. But if you're suggesting I shouldn't get impregnated by you right now, you can stop, and I'll punish you," Aubrie warned, wrapping my legs around me, trapping me in place.
I ejaculated within her, as she called out in delight, possibly from an orgasm as well. "This girl is taken!" Aubrie shouted, celebrating with her teammates. They had all stripped nude, and one of them, an older girl named Stacy, who was the team captain, was already fingering herself while staring at my penis.
"Unlike Aubrie, my breasts need a bra," she boasted as she played with them, moving them back and forth.
"And differently, your vag is so slack you could accommodate trucks," Aubrie quipped back.
"That's only because I can attract guys to bed me. Here's another semi, and I can fit it in me," she said, eyeing my erect member.
Determined to be in control, Stacy placed me on the bench and quickly thrust my penis inside her. "Oh my fucking god; that's what I've been craving. By the way, I haven't given birth yet, but we'll change that soon if you're aiming to impregnate me, Devin?" she asked. With that, she vigorously rode me, rubbing her body all over herself to try and make me ejaculate. "I'm trying to get pregnant right now, Devin. Full-ride offers to play field hockey at numerous prestigious universities await me. If you make me with child, I'll lose all of that. If someone else impregnates me instead, I'll be livid. But you? I wish to carry your child in my body," she said as she pinched her nipples. This love mixture I've concocted makes the girls rather chatty during lovemaking. However, I couldn't resist her voluptuous breasts bobbing and bouncing, and I loaded Stacy with my semen. Stacy then kissed me, whispering, "Good boy."
"Next," said the girl who had escaped my memory earlier, who also seemed to be helping another girl with fingers herself. Strange. She trekked over and gorged herself on my penis, helping me reach another erection. "Going down baby I'm gonna ride you," she exclaimed proudly, looking satisfied at making me hard. Just like the previous girl, she hopped on top of me and got right to riding my cock. "In contrast to these other girls, my vag can handle a large penis. Indeed, it's only the second time I've had a genuine cock inside me. I generally have an oversized dildo installed in my vag, and I twist it with a girl that's willing to experiment with me. I'm gay is what I'm attempting to convey." [
I gave her a puzzled glance, and she seemed to comprehend my confusion. "I'm a lesbian, except for individuals with 12-inch penises. Then, I'm as straight as they come. The same way you'll be inside my pussy soon, right, guy who makes straight lesbians?" Upon hearing that my mixture could even make lesbians crave sleeping with me was insane. I'll be wealthy.
Several of the girls around me started shrieking out in climax as they continued to masturbate while watching me. Hearing many girls orgasm and a lesbian desiring me to climax inside her pushed me over the edge, and I released yet another potent portion of semen into yet another 18-year-old student. She probe the area below her stomach and informed me, "I adore them even if they are straight."
The following girl practically pushed Veronica off of me. She had blonde hair and a derriere that protruded more than any other girl present. "I haven't had a decent cock in my mouth since Pentecost," she said as she took it into her mouth. She licked and sucked it a few times before eyeing me. "I should clarify. My name is Parker. My family and I are quite religious." She continued to lick my cock, which caused it to get erect again. Contently, she got onto her hands and knees and offered her large backside. "Fuck me hard like the child of god I am," she exclaimed. What does that signify, I pondered as I took position behind her. I didn't dispute it loudly and inserted my penis into her welcoming, damp vagina.
She was the most furious of all the girls thus far. She was frequently hollering things like, "Jesus Christ, that's a sizable penis," or "I'll climax louder than I did at bible camp," and even "Jokes on you, Father Michael. I did get laid today!"
Finally, I gave in and had to inquire. "You claim to be quite religious. Isn't premarital sex a sin?"
"Not if you're doing it for the purpose of attempting to conceive," she yelled while part of a moan. I'm not well-versed in religion, but I am aware that isn't correct.
"Now, could you kindly remain silent, Devin, and focus on transporting your sperm to my eggs?" She rudely instructed me before her countenance twisted into a strained-looking face. She didn't take a single breath for ten seconds straight before finally relaxing. "Holy Noah, that was an intense orgasm," she declared. A minute later, I did exactly what this love-potion-dosed lover of God desired and attempted to impregnate her.
I was halfway through my goal of impregnating the entire high school senior field hockey team. The following girl stood beside me. "Just how are you getting hard so quickly after climaxing," she questioned as she observed my penis start to get hard once again.
"He possesses a large penis. It can store a tremendous quantity of sperm. It's simply science," Veronica stated as she simultaneously fingered Aubrie and Stacy. I wasn't certain if that was accurate, despite my exhaustive scientific knowledge. Nevertheless, I knew on most evenings, I masturbated 12 to 15 times in a row, as any average teenage guy would do.
The girl questioning my ability to remain erect introduced herself as Desire. She was tall and blonde with appealing C-cup breasts. "Which position would you want to impregnate me in?" I inquired of her.
"Which position do YOU want to impregnate me in?" she requested in turn. I found it charming of her to provide me the choice. Every girl thus far had stated precisely what sexual action they wished to engage in, and now she was offering me the decision.
"I'll mount you missionary style if that's acceptable," I answered. She reclined on the bench, and after squeezing her breasts for a moment, I thrust my penis into her femininity.
"Wow, you're massive, aren't you, Devin? But thank you for performing this. I know I'm not the most attractive or popular girl in school. You have many options of girls you can impregnate and I'm grateful you selected me," she bizarrely said.
"You're welcome?" I responded, perplexed. The love mixture had such an unusual influence on these females at times. However, her vagina felt so good, and that's all that mattered.
"I've admittedly had a troubled life up to this point. I was an orphan at a young age and even spent time on the streets. But I was taken in by a wonderful foster family who eventually adopted me," she said with a grin.
"This is an unusual thing to reveal to a guy you just met when he's trying to inseminate you during a high school locker room orgy," I observed.
"Man, they'll come after me. Who cares about them when I just had sex with a guy this hot? By the way, you gotta impregnate me again later. Let's give our kid a sibling!" She let out a loud moan, and I couldn't stop myself, emptying another load into a field hockey player.
Upon reflection, though, I realized that perhaps manipulating these teenage girls to get pregnant might not be so ethical. I guess I could've thought about the implications before. But seeing the girl next to me and her fabulous ass changed my mind.
"Take a glance at this ass, are you? When we play field hockey, the other team always compliments me on my stunning backside," the brunette girl flaunted.
"Yup, 'cause you lift up your uniform's skirt enough to show off your thong," Parker remarked, still lying on the floor, urging me to pour sperm into her.
Elle chuckled and backed herself up to me. "You should rub my ass until you're hard again. Shouldn't be difficult," she joked. It wasn't, and a minute later, I was having sex with her from the back.
Elle was a lot quieter than the other girls, who all chatted about how life-changing their pregnancies would be. But she was still as receptive to my touch as the rest of them. I got curious and broke the silence. Welp, not totally the silence since there were several other girls fervently masturbating and moaning. But I did interrupt the dialogue.
"So, Elle. What's your day-to-day life like?"
All she did was glance back at me as her ass wiggled with every orgasm she had. "I don't have much to do besides school and field hockey. When I'm not there, I'm probably home watching anime and masturbating. Often both at the same time," she admitted with a shrug.
"Yeah, me too!" I smiled. "What anime do you usually watch?"
"Breathtaking anime girls with massive breasts receiving it from infallible cocks?" she suggested.
"You bet!" And maybe we'd develop a camaraderie outside of creating a new family member. Though, once the chemical effects wore off, she'd probably feel upset I got her pregnant without her consent. "Should you be concerned about your future as a mom?" I asked between the slaps of my hips greeting her rear end.
"Nope. I could still watch anime with a baby bump. Plus, I fantasize about your dick while I cum, making it practically part of my fantasy," she blurted out in the middle of her orgasm.
After her climax, I joined her in the celebratory act of ejaculating into another pupil. Two more left, but I was getting tired. I considered picking a single, well-known girl to impregnate to spread my message. Makayla, perhaps. However, I already initially impregnated her. Did I create eight unnecessary teen pregnancies for no reason? Dammit, but that girl's vagina is beautiful.
My second-to-last candidate was Hailie, who sported a tidy bush and appeared beautiful overall. She stood by in the buff with her hands cuffed behind her back, looking nervous. "Can... can I be on top?" she asked quietly. I consented and lay on the bench. Slowly and with caution, the petite girl approached me and straddled me, her pussy hovering just above my phallus. After three deep breaths, she slowly descended onto it, taking several inches inside her vagina. Her face emerged into a series of curse words. But her expression shifted to a wide grin, and she looked at the entourage of masturbating field hockey girls.
"I'm not an innocent anymore because I lost my virginity to Devin, not some loser you've let make you lose your virginity," she taunted.
"Lucky fucking whore. I lost my virginity to Lamar, the basketball team captain. Two weeks later, he left me because he came out as bisexual and wanted to explore his sexuality. Anybody here think something peculiar's happening in the male gym class?" wondered Stacy. The team of wanking field hockey players seemed to concur. "What's happening in our school's male gym class?" Stacy questioned.
"Considering half of our male friends have confessed they're bisexual, probably," one girl responded.
I didn't pay attention to the captain and became astonished that I had just taken a girl's virginity. The love potion made her overjoyed about losing her virginity to me. "I'll have lost my virginity and gotten pregnant, with my friends masturbating around me. It's like a fairytale," she said as she let more of my cock into her de-virginized pussy. She eventually achieved deep penetration, causing a loud and wet orgasm from both of us. There was only one girl left for me to inseminate.
"I guess we are saving the best for last. I'm Carley, and I also just found out I'm the oldest in the group," she extended her hand, and I shook it. "My boyfriend Jake likes it most when he's on top, so how about you fuck me the way he does." I was about to sleep with someone's girlfriend? The aphrodisiac would make girls horny enough to cheat.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked as I entered my eighth soaked pussy of the day. Wow, I didn't know girl's vaginas were always so wet. How do girls not dehydrate?
"Yes. We've been together since freshman year, for almost four years now. We're planning to get engaged as soon as we graduate high school."
"He'll be upset that you're cheating on him."
"Oh god, yes. It would be devastating and ruin our relationship. It's heartbreaking because I did love him. By the way, play with my tits more," she said, pulling my hands to her chest. Perhaps this was a mistake. She continued to say things that made me doubt my choices.
"He always talks about how excited he is to have children with me. But you'll be the one who gets me pregnant, not him. This would be extremely damaging for him. Our families are very close, too. It's almost like we're one big family. When I tell him I'm pregnant with another man's baby, I'll probably be disowned."
The room grew silent, except for the sound of my dick pumping her pussy. This was too much. I had to confess. "Carley, I'm really sorry for making you do this..." But right before I could finish my confession, she interrupted me.
"Sorry? What the hell are you talking about? I've wanted you for years. Having unprotected sex with you and, God willing, bearing your child is my ultimate fantasy. If I were standing at the altar, saying my vows with Jake and you walked in offering sex, I'd fuck you right there in church in front of everyone. Rough, nasty. In front of Jake, my parents, even my grandparents. As long as I get that cock cumming in me, I don't care about anything else." During the story about fucking her in the church, I released my seed inside her. She realized what happened. "Oh, fuck yes! This whore is getting knocked up!"
She got off me, and the eight girls got together for a group hug. A naked, cum-filled group hug. But I still felt the need to explain what happened. The girls would soon stop feeling the effects of the lust-inducing drug and be confused about why they did this. I owed them an explanation.
"Girls, I have a confession to make. The reason you all were so willing to get impregnated by a strange, unattractive guy like me today is because in chemistry class today, I used the highly advanced chemicals we were provided for a complex experiment to create a wildly effective aphrodisiac. A little-known fact about me is I'm a science prodigy. Before you arrived, I applied it to your uniform's panties. That's what made you into the sex-crazed fiends before me now. I'm so sorry."
The eight inseminated teenage girls stared at me with dumbfounded expressions. Finally, Veronica spoke up. "Yeah, that's not the reason we fucked you, you idiot."
"You guys may not think so now, but that's because you're still under the influence of my love potion." Convincing them might not be as simple as I hoped.
"You do know I'm in your chemistry class, Devin," Desiree said, adding her voice. "Highly advanced chemicals? Complex experiments? Science Genius? Today's lab was to study the effect of temperature on the solubility of sodium chloride and sugar in water. You made a mixture of salt and water, apparently. All you did by applying that to our panties was probably attracting ants."
Is this about Yazmin? This girl has been desperately wanting to suck your dick for years. Her yearbook quote last year was "Yazmin's Mouth + Devin's Cock = Victory." Good Lord, her license plate is BLOWDEV. She posts videos on social media of her topless and blowing on various cock-shaped items labeled as "Devin's Cock - Note: Not to Scale." How can you not know this? Hailie asked me, astonished.
Why am I constantly finding myself in this situation? All I want is to dominate women into sleeping with me, but they keep acting like they're in control. "If my hormone doesn't actually turn women into horny sluts, then why did you all let me impregnate you in a high school locker room?" I inquired. The girls nearly all began to speak, but I added an important condition. "And don't say it's because of my looks or the size of my cock. The women I brainwashed yesterday tried to deceive me with those lies, so don't even try it. Explain, why would you willingly become pregnant by me?"
The girls looked at each other before they answered simultaneously. "Your father."
"But my father is a jobless loser who spends all his time screwing my mother," I mentioned.
"Allow me to rephrase that for you, Devin. Your father is worth 900 million dollars and doesn't need to work. Your mother is the luckiest lady on the planet, and we all desire that lifestyle. One day, you will inherit that wealth, and if we are the mother of your child, we can be the slut you fuck all day long with your giant cock and body we often skip class to masturbate over in the bathroom stall," Stacy said while the rest of the still-naked girls nodded along.
I was still puzzled about what my family's fortune has to do with this. "Since when do women consider a guy's wealth when deciding whether to fuck him or not," I reasonably inquired.
"Oh, come on, Devin. I sincerely hope our child inherits my intelligence," Stacy said as she massaged her forehead with her fingers.
"I'm still not convinced by your explanation. I understand you're trying to make me feel stupid. No way would these girls want to sleep with a guy like me," I said, becoming more agitated.
"Devin, stop being naive. Wouldn't it be amazing to be impregnated by a guy with your wealth? Your dad is a multi-millionaire who doesn't have to work. Your mom is the luckiest person alive, and we all dream of having that life. When you inherit that fortune, we could be the woman you fuck all day long with your massive cock and body we often drool over during school hours," Carly said.
"I still don't understand how your family's riches are linked to this," I said, shaking my head.
"Since when do women think about a guy's finances when deciding whom to sleep with?" I asked, genuinely baffled.
"Let's face it. We sent you a picture last week of all eight of us completely naked on this very bench with our legs spread wide open. We captioned it: Devin, impregnate us before the field hockey game," Hailie said. I had blocked out that incident. Maybe that was the source of my fantasy.
"We even asked the male janitor to take that picture for us so we could all be in it. That's how much we're willing to do this with you," Stacy said, sighing.
I was bewildered by the array of lies and how far they were willing to go to bully me. I threw on my clothes and stumbled out of the locker room. "Bending over for me could push the sperm further into our wombs and increase the chances of pregnancy," Veronica informed her teammates.
"Shut up about your dildos... but it might be true. Do what you need to do," Stacy said, irritated.
I rushed out of the locker room, tears streaming down my cheeks. Every person in this school loathes me. I'm just a target for everyone's bullying. I will never find someone who genuinely wants to be with me. I collapsed against a wall in the hallway and wept quietly.
"Hey, Ogedei, move your dumb ass out of my way," a girl's voice said near me. I looked up and saw a gothic girl.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"I wish you were a girl. At least then, you'd know who the fuck you are," she barked at me.
I looked at her, terrified. "What?" I said again, mystified.
"Move. Your. Ugly. Ass. The fuck away. From where I walk. Now," she demanded, passing by me.
"I'm sorry," I said timidly.
Maybe someone in this school likes me. If I could just stop time...
