All subjects are 18 or over in sexual scenes. Please state if I should continue this series.
Being a super villain has its own perks I suppose. What makes a villain? I believe it's the same thing, or circumstances, that makes a hero it's our choices that makes the difference. Yes, the heroes spout truth, justice, and righteousness; but really, I believe it's what you can handle or deal with. For example, I became a villain because I hate authority. Even before I got my powers, me and authority never saw eye to eye. I had to dish out my own brand of it. Of course, then, I didn't have the power I do now.
I was your run of the mill nerd/geek. I was a loner, made excellent grades, and exercised because I figured out early that a strong mind needs a healthy body. It was my persona that didn't attract the girls. Even the chubby, or fat, chicks wanted nothing to do with me, and I was, still am, attracted to them now even more. So yes, I was bullied, beaten, broken, and blackmailed more times I could count. The authorities: parents, teachers, and cops did really nothing to stop it. So I just took it all, while I planned and plotted each and every one of their demise.
By senior year I had it all worked out, but before I could hatch my evil schemes I was missing something. For all I knew I could end up dead or crippled for the rest of my life after that ordeal and I did not want to die a virgin. So I chose the one chubby slut at the school. Her name was Miranda Mettleson. She had repeated her senior year because her "sucking your way to good grades" back fired.
I approached Miranda at her home; lied to her parents that I was a tutor, and trust me; for a 6'3", dark skinned black boy; I was the most unassuming kid ever. Miranda of course cussed at me and her parents. They just wanted her to graduate and get her out of their house. A few minutes later her parents left for some alone time away from their foul-mouth daughter.
It was my chance so I told her if she wanted me to do her homework for her she'd give me what I wanted. She of course laughed at my attempt at getting the upper hand, so I began to pick up my stuff and leave. She told me to wait awfully quick and pondered over what I said. After going over the particulars about the agreement she walked over to me and took my dick in her mouth without missing a beat. She was good, the rumors were spot on about her skills. I came quick of course, but that didn't stop her. She was rather into it. She drank my cum and continued with a second session. Cumming for the first time from another person was awesome.
"Now, little virgin, what should I do next?" She asked in the midst of licking my shaft.
"Let's go to your room." I answered satisfied. She guided me to her abode. Surprisingly, it was a lot cleaner and organized than I thought for a emo-gothic chick with attitude. She took off all her clothes. Her body wasn't much in curves as it was in folds. Still, my penis had awaken and was ready. She laid on her back.
"Slowly, and I do mean slowly." Miranda warned.
I got on top of her. "I didn't know you were a virgin." I deduced.
"I'm not asshole. Doesn't mean I need this prick to hurt me." She contested. I slowly entered my tip. That first feeling of a female's insides wrapping around me was divine.
"Is my dick that big?" I asked as I maneuvered inside her.
She looked at me wondering if she should have stroked my ego. "It's a good size." She truthfully said. I put myself all the way in.
"Thank you for being honest. That makes this even better." I placed my hands on either side of her, while hers were on my chest. I kept a slow pace with a steady amount of power.
"Ok...just...keep...doing...that." Miranda says in between thrusts. I obliged, but I increased my speed a bit. She then pulled me down as we became cheek to cheek.
"Oh shit. I'm about to cum." I professed.
"Already? Cum on my stomach then." She demanded.
I pulled out and ejaculated. "Aaaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhh!" I couldn't believe something like that erupted out of me. I collapsed backwards into a black haze. I awoke to see Miranda trying to get me up and slapping me. I stopped her and wondered what happened.
"You scared the fuck outta me. Jeezus! You passed out or something!" She exclaimed terrified.
"I'm ok now. How long was I out?" I asked absently
"A couple of minutes, but you fell back all limp and to the floor. What the fuck man?!" She cried out.
"Stop yelling please. How long did I last?" I asked a bit annoyed.
"What?!"
"Before I came?"
"You seriously want to know that?"
"Yes."
"Maybe ten minutes?" She answered without confidence.
"Decent. Well, I'll be taking your homework. Come by my locker tomorrow morning and I'll give your stuff to you. Oh, and after this, I suggest you stay away from me." I left with that.
After I gave Miranda her homework I never met up, or talked to her, for the rest of the school year. During the rest of my senior year I placed plan after plan into action. The bullies were dealt with by the simple physical standpoint. Some were athletes which means I gained information on their scholarships. Random accidents occurred to cause physical injuries, drugs being put into their systems, the usual reasons. Then there were the bullies who didn't amount to shit. The ones who blamed society for all their problems and took it out on me. Fear tactic one, change - brutally beat the living shit out one to make an example. They did not expect me to be that sort of person. Fear tactic two, hit and runs. Attack with witnesses and keep it moving. Teenagers aren't exactly the angels of justice they claim to be.
When I was done with them I went after the teachers who basically allowed those fucks the right to continue their abuse. For them, it's all about reputation. I destroyed each of them with information and pictures. Of course I wasn't suspected. I made unbelievable good grades and I wasn't rude or disrespectful towards them. Plus I was too busy dealing with my own problems. At least that was what I displayed, being the diligent student. I received the information, but I wasn't the one who posted it. I paid someone else for that. Of course, they threatened me for more money, or they would take the information to the authorities, or find incriminating evidence on my parents. Know what I did? I slapped down an extra hundred and said I'll meet him next week about my parents' info. I scared the lights out of him. He wasn't dealing with a normal teen. He saw that the light of innocent ignorance or naivety was not in my soul.
Once the teachers were finished, and the school was under investigation, my next targets were the cops. I had to save my parents for last, but I was still getting dirt on them. I was getting horns again, and the distraction of planning wasn't working as well, so I found a new target. One of the bullies I had destroyed, apparently he had a twin sister. She was big like him, blonde, more top heavy, and she wasn't really all that cute, but I needed something to satisfy my boner, and the hand sessions weren't cuttin it anymore.
