"You're pretty good at holding back," she remarked in a tone dripping with seductiveness, "but you won't be able to hold back for much longer....""Probably not," I softly replied.She chuckled as she slid the very swollen head of my penis inside of her, then slowly lowered her body down to take the rest within her. I groaned lustfully as her very hot, wet walls unfurled and clenched around me. She just barely seated herself on my thighs before smoothly coming back up, and then back down again. She moved in an effortless rhythm that had me instantly mesmerized. She softly moaned along with me, grinning as she watched me blankly stare the point where our bodies were united."Does it feel good inside of my pussy...?" Cassandra asked."Oh, gosh, yes..." I replied in amazement."Oooh, Anthony," she softly remarked, "you're so sweet and genuine. ... I'm so glad I'm doing this with you...."Both of us felt so comfortable doing this with each other. I couldn't believe how good it felt being
A few days later, I sat on the edge of the rooftop of my building. My body invisible, I gazed out at the evening sky as the sun set behind the city. The wind whipped wildly at me from up there, but it didn't faze me. I was starting to get used to all the being up high, flying around, having the most incredible sense of freedom I could've ever dreamed of. I'd still gotten grounded to hell from the hangover as I expected, but being able to turn invisible and fly away gave me some definite leeway.I looked at my hand and sighed thoughtfully. I had so much power inside of me, so much ability to do good and to help people and to make other peoples' lives better. I then turned my attention back to the setting sun and wondered: Would I ever find out why I had this power? Or would I just be happy, not question it, and move on with my life? Sure, I might've been able to find the answer to the enigma through some kind of inner dialogue. Perhaps through some inspirational montage where I climb a
The year was 2001. It wasn't a space odyssey by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a pretty colorful point in my life. It was later in the year, during winter. I had always liked the cold air. It was fresh and invigorating, and it felt like the winds of change were blowing, as though bigger and better things were only a gust away. I was just another 18-year-old in twelfth grade. Unsurprisingly, that also meant I had teenage hormones that raged constantly, and I was always giving in to them. Aside from any pictures or videos I could have found on the internet, there were scores of pretty girls I found quite appealing at school. The combination of the two caused me to fabricate an endless array of fantasies in my head. I couldn't help but let my mind wander during school, day in and day out. There was never a shortage of nubile girls my age sitting mere feet away from me, with their lovely, warm bodies curved and filled out in all the right places. I would catch a whiff of thei
My eyes shifted guiltily as I looked around the bus, and suddenly I came up with a new idea. I stopped time once again and slowly, cautiously stood up in my seat. The seat had become as hard as cement, just like the cyclist earlier. It wasn't saying much, though—the cheap plastic-covered seat was like granite even without the time stop. I pushed the head of the kid sitting next to me, finding it unable to budge even the slightest inch. I hummed thoughtfully before placing a foot on his head and striking a goofy pose atop him with my other foot on the seat. I laughed and grinned in amusement as I looked down at the frozen students, who were oblivious to what was going on. "Awesome," I quietly remarked before dropping down and calmly sitting on the hard seat, which became just slightly more cushioned again when time started. I couldn't help but happily smirk as all the noise around me resumed, feeling as though the possibilities with this power were becoming more and more diverse. We
Jennifer's spitefulness towards me wasn't without reason. I was known for being pretty outlandish and a troublemaker. Still, I had to do something while I was bored in class, and that 'something' always seemed to end up pestering Jennifer, if only to get a reaction out of her. Weirdly, I think she liked the attention I was giving her. The two of us shared a contentious dynamic, almost like a strange cat-and-mouse game we played as to how much she could endure before she lashed out at me in front of the entire class. She was so cute when she was mad. The chatter between students continued and only amplified once the bell to begin class rang. As Jennifer approached me, I playfully smirked at her. She merely rolled her eyes and walked past, taking her seat just behind mine. She was wearing a sweater, seemingly feeling colder than I was in the brisk, early winter air. Jennifer had been blessed with phenomenal beauty. Her fair skin and shiny, brunette hair were accentuated by her dark gre
As she muttered, "Turn around and leave me alone, you asshole," with anger in her voice, she returned to her work with a heavy sigh of frustration. I couldn't resist chuckling as her intense reactions were something that I found thrilling. Based on my knowledge of her, I understood that she was only a few more incidents away from completely losing her temper. I turned to a new page in my notebook and wrote a crude question: "What is the size of your breasts?" With a snicker, I folded the paper and tossed it in her direction while casually reaching behind me. Angrily, she huffed and slammed her pencil down on the table to draw attention. Surprisingly, she decided to read the note, but as soon as she finished, she crumpled it up and threw it towards the back of my head. I grinned with amusement and let her return to her assignment. Looking around the room again, I couldn't believe that she was still oblivious to what was happening, or rather, what wasn't happening. Despite my attempt
I chuckled at her response. "We could also play some classic board games like Tic-tac-toe or Connect Four," I said with a grin, trying to diffuse the tension. "But yeah, I won't lie, the idea did cross my mind." She responded with an arrogant smirk, not buying my attempt at humor. "Let's be real, that's probably the only reason you did this," she said mockingly. I stood up from the table and started to approach her. "And if it was?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. She remained still, averting her gaze from me and puckering her lips in irritation. "Why do you assume I have any interest in doing that? Especially with you?" Her inquisitive expression indicated that she was eager to see how I would react. "Well," I said playfully as I stood in front of her, "because I don't think you dislike me as much as you pretend to. I think you enjoy it when I tease you and touch your body." My words seemed to offend her slightly. "Ugh," she scoffed, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
At that moment, fear consumed me as I couldn't fathom where this immense confidence came from. Jennifer was the first girl I had ever kissed and I was overjoyed. Despite being in disbelief that I was kissing such a beautiful girl, I remained composed and collected. I couldn't tell if I was doing well, but her gentle, pleased moans hinted that I was doing something right. Excitement and wonder flooded over me as I kissed her. Her lips felt incredibly soft, and I could taste the faint sweetness of her lip balm. The fragrance of her perfume filled my nostrils, and I was thrilled that she had completely captured all of my senses. Her body was warm and tender, and I found myself holding her tightly against me, relishing in her warmth. The stillness of our surroundings intensified the sound of our breaths and the wet sound of our lips meeting. Jennifer's hands rested on my shoulders as we kissed with a greater passion than before. I too responded with soft moans as I savored the warmth and