The Whoremaker Ch 12

Special thank you to RunSilent Rundeep for helping me with this submission. It's through his work that this story came out as good as it is.

"Hi Mikey," A cute short brunette said, with a sultry smile.

"Hi," I smiled back.

"Hi Mikey," Said a foxy black girl with short curls.

"Hi," I waved back.

"Hi Michael," said a tall athletic blonde, blushing at my nod in response.

I'd gone from being a nobody to being The Guy. The Guy, the one every guy wants to be and every girl wants to be with. The low profile thing was out the window for the last day of school. Every girl knew my name, every girl had a burning amount of lust directed right at me, and every girl kept asking me to prom. I had to reject several girls that morning alone and now on my way to the cafeteria I was having to say, "hi," to every girl who even remotely entered my presence.

When I got there I realised Ellie and Kacey were in the Science labs. I thought this was strange but didn't think much of it, so I simply sat down to eat my lunch. Another girl came over to sit next to me. This one was Britney, who'd been another one of the unfuckables, or girls I'm not attracted to. In this case, she had braces, glasses, flat short hair, a pointy face, and a rather flat ass and chest. I mean, I am sure I could have gotten off using her if I tried, it's just sex is no longer a scarcity in my life. She just seemed more unattractive than ever compared to the other girls I'd been with, and I already knew what she wanted to say.

"Um Mikey... I hope I'm not bothering you or anything. It's just you were alone and I thought maybe I could sit here. I mean I'm sure a lot of girls have asked you this and I know maybe we haven't talked much till now. It's just we've always had social studies together and we sat at the back. I know maybe you don't notice me all that much and I didn't even notice you until like recently. I don't want to like be too pushy or anything--"

I kept eating my sandwich while she went through the process of actually asking me out to prom. When she did, I quickly said no and continued eating. Britney nodded then apologised for bothering me before quickly getting up and running off in tears. More girls came over to ask me. I could tell that, even as they asked me, others were watching to see if they got a yes or no. If I had known that Ellie and Kacey weren't going to be there, I wouldn't have shown up. It's a funny thing: all these girls knew that Ellie was my girlfriend, and some even had a boyfriend of their own. Some even offered to be a side-chick option for me, they were willing to hide it from their boyfriends. And some were going so far as to offer to let me fuck them if I said yes, or to dump their boyfriends to be with me. The most absurd thing had been the offers to hide the sexual relationship from Ellie and/or anyone else, so long as they got to spend time with me.

I left the cafeteria because I knew the girls wouldn't stop asking. By now, given how miserable I had been before all this, the constant attention from girls was annoying. It was draining and made it difficult for me to enjoy any much-needed alone time. Recent events had destroyed that Perfect Princess image that I held for most women, having been a mama's boy my whole life. The anger I had for my Mom also contributed to the indifference I felt for the girls who asked me out. I wanted to see Ellie and Kacey, they'd grown closer which was something I liked. It felt like Kacey just didn't want to let me go, and Ellie just liked having another girl to chill with. Kacey was much more bubbly than normal and it was likely because of the things I did to her mother. I imagined they'd been doing something girly somewhere and had forgotten all about their favourite sex machine.

I sensed where they were and stepped into Kacey's favourite hiding spot, where I could hear them chatting through the door.

"He's been acting weird lately."

"I haven't noticed. Don't you think you're overreacting?"

"Kace... he doesn't talk to me anymore. Ever since the Joleen thing in the cafeteria. He's been distant, you know."

"Why don't you ask him what's up?"

"I've tried, Kace, I mean--doesn't he tell you anything?"

"Not really, he hasn't come over these last few days. Even if he did, he'd not tell me much. Mikey tends to be a bit guarded."

"Well guarded or not, there's gotta be something going on. I bet that black homegirl has got something to do with it."

"El... you know Mikey wouldn't do that."

"But with his condition, sometimes I don't think he can control himself. It was weird how she randomly approached us."

"Condition?"

"Uhh uhh unh..."

Ellie had forgotten that she wasn't supposed to tell anyone. She stammered for an awkward amount of time.

"I mean, his sex condition. You know how he always has to have sex otherwise he gets sick."

Kacey raised a suspicious eyebrow. Staring awkwardly as Ellie tried to look away from her blatant lie.

"I get that Mikey is a bit of a perv, maybe even a sex addict given he's got us regularly servicing him. He does care though. We often talk right here without him wanting to fuck me."

"Probably because I'd have blown him beforehand." Ellie muttered. I heard it due to my powers, but even in close proximity Kacey didn't.

"What was that?" Kacey asked.

"Nothing, nevermind."

"Okay, anyway you've got to have more faith in him. Trust him, you trust him with me. Which is still super weird and I don't know why I even agreed to be part of this threesome."

Ellie smiled, as if clearly recognising the deep attraction Kacey had for me.

"Stop looking at me like that," Kacey blushed.

"I know why you're so committed. You like him, don't you." Kacey blushed even more. Now it was her turn to look away from Ellie. "I know you do, you don't have to hide it. Mikey is a great guy and you're a cute girl, Kacey. I know you have an uber crush on him, even if it looks like the whole school has a crush on him," Ellie teased.

Kacey was unable to hide her feelings, visibly fiddling around on the stool. "Ellie, please stop. You're embarrassing me."

Ellie chuckled then let her be, engrossing herself in her book while Kacey ate her food.

I chose this moment to startle the girls.

"So you ditch me for lunch."

Kacey immediately got up and approached me.

"I'm sorry Mikey, I didn't mean to, Ellie wanted to..."

"I wanted to figure out what's up with you," Ellie interjected before standing beside Kacey. Both looked up at me, scanning my blank expression.

"You don't seem yourself," Ellie added.

"I'm not myself but that's besides the point. I don't appreciate being abandoned, or you two huddling up like this. You want to know something, then ask me!"

Ellie raised an eyebrow before trading quick glances with Kacey. "How about you tell me what's up with you and Joleen."

"She's got dirt on me, things I don't like coming out."

"The things you told me?" Ellie asked.

"More than what I told you, like an immense amount of shit."

"What did you tell her that I don't know, Mikey," Kacey said, annoyed and disappointed. She turned and crossed her arms.

"It's complicated Kace..." I embraced her. "You trust me right? You trust me don't you Kace, you know I wouldn't hide things from you."

I could sense her ease up, her shoulders loosened up and she reached up for my neck.

"Michael! Are you really going to hold her and ignore me?"

Ellie then grabbed my nearest arm and wrapped it around herself. Given that several nights ago my life felt like trash, I was happy to have two girls vying for my attention. The difference from the cafeteria today was that these were two girls I actually liked.

Ellie was the first to kiss me, before Kacey turned around and butted in for her own bit of making out. I knew we didn't have much time to waste. Lunch was almost over.

I pushed Kacey, "shoved" is more like it. I got her leaning back against the stool. I quickly picked her up and tugged her pants down, leaving her crocs on. Then I put her on the stool, none too gently.

"Ahh Mikey don't you think you're going a little too fast?" Kacey protested.

"Don't listen to her babe, fuck the shit out of her," Ellie urged me on.

I didn't need her to say that, but it helped as I dragged the bigger girls' panties off. Then I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down. Kacey was already hot and bothered. I slid in her quite easily and in response she cooed, "Ohh fuck Mikey, Do you have to be so aggressive?"

"Not much time for foreplay, Kace," I placed my palm on her cheek, "You can keep your legs open and take it, can't you?"

Kace slowly nodded, her flushed red face telling me she was more than ready to get fucked.

Beside me, Ellie placed her palm on my chest then pulled me in for a wet kiss. "Make sure you fuck her hard baby, she's so into you. I can see her wetness from here," Ellie said, eyeing the glistening pussy juice on my partially removed cock.

I raised the tempo and started a steady pace of hard thrusts into Kacey--while Ellie licked my neck and whispered for me to keep going.

"Come on, give it to her good baby. Make her cum all over that meat stick of yours."

At this point, I wanted to ask Ellie what was going on with her. How was she getting off on me pounding Kacey? Maybe it was how their relationship had blossomed, and perhaps she wanted Kacey to get off just as much as I did. Reaching down Ellie smacked my bare ass like I was a horse that she was riding, rather than her boyfriend riding another girl. I leaned in and over Kacey who, sensing my need to go deeper, only held her legs further open to let my thrusts slam as hard and as deep as they needed to.

Kacey's thick thighs and fat butt made for a great cushion. I didn't feel the need to hold back, even if it meant her ass and back were hitting the top of the desk behind her. Ellie licked Kacey's neck in order to help bring her to the edge. Watching her do that dragged me to the same edge. I'd already seen her share my cock with Mom, but it was surreal to see her sharing me with the chubby teen we called our friend.

This heavy and intense sex pushed screams and sharp gasps out of Kacey that were so loud that I had to muzzle her mouth with my hand. That didn't help much. Her muscles spasmed and her legs stiffened during this spell of hard fucking. I couldn't tell if it was an orgasm or if it was what happens when a girl isn't allowed to scream and can only show how it feels. Ellie undid the buttons to her shirt, then undid her bra before rubbing her breasts.

She started whispering wonderful dirty talk into Kacey's ears, "You like that, you like that, you thick white whore. My boyfriend's cock feels good in that needy cunt, doesn't it?"

Several hard thrusts later, I picked up more chatter from Ellie's mouth... "Oh you fucking whore, I can feel you shivering all over that cock. You want to cum on it, don't you. Doesn't it feel so fucking good the way it spreads your pussy lips, the way it hits the back of that pussy. My boyfriend really likes pounding you hard too, you feel how horny your big body makes him."

If it wasn't one girl who did it, it was the other. I came not long after that. Deep inside Kacey, whilst finally removing my hand from her mouth. I felt a bit fatigued, but not as drained as Ellie or Mom usually left me. As I looked across the room, sitting opposite to the girls, I wondered whether I had deeper feelings for Kacey than before. I watched Ellie fish cum out of Kacey's pussy before licking her fingers.

"Tastes good even when it's coming out of you."

Kacey blushed, before realising what just happened. "You two are weird, what kinda of couple does these type of things?"

I turned to Ellie and she turned to me and shrugged. We helped Kacey get herself to a somewhat normal appearance although she wasn't walking normally. As she walked off to her final class of the year, I was about to go to mine until Ellie shoved me against the wall.

"So, are you gonna tell me what's been up with you lately? I won't let you use that fuck session to deflect from the questions I have."

I looked away, not wanting to have this conversation. Ellie pressed on, not letting me move. "We're going to be late, are you going to tell me or do you want to actually be late to class for the first time in your life?*

*[Note, here we don't end the paragraph with a quotes-mark. That's because Ellie is continuing to speak, from the previous paragraph to the next paragraph.]

"Michael, I'm here, right here and you think I don't notice when things are weird with you. You've been acting different and I don't know why. You hardly spend much time with me, and even when you do you don't behave all pervy like you did in there with Kacey. What's worse is you are so distant, no texts or calls or late night visits, I know we haven't been dating for long, but this is my real relationship and I don't want to let it die because I didn't do this."

There it was, this vulnerable girl. It was breaking her heart just to be with me. I didn't know how to say it, how to explain or describe it; I didn't know how to break it to her that I had just lost it and had done some awful things. Things I wish I hadn't done. That in the last few days I had been a monster.

Suffice it to say, I didn't think I deserved love. I believed what Davy said, that we or people like me don't get into long term relationships. Maybe that's why my dad stayed away, and perhaps that's why he's never been around. Absentee Father Syndrome is too common to be a tragedy, though; it's just an excuse I kept using for my shit decisions. Thoughts kept running through my head: whether I should tell her that, or whether I should tell her it'll be okay and that I will be with her. I thought that I could explain that, but then I thought how she'd feel about all this, whether she would really understand what being a whoremaker meant.

"I... I," I said out loud. Ellie's watery eyes looked up at mine. "I can't spend the rest of my life having you watch me fuck other woman."

Ellie scowled, visibly frowning. "Mikey, I told you that it was okay, it was fine. And here you are pretending I don't know what I signed up for."

"You don't!" I countered. "You don't know because *I* don't fucking know. Sometimes I get angry or stressed and I just...I just fuck whatever I see and don't care for the consequences, okay? I don't think about it, or I do it because my demon needs it. It's just me, it's just my fucked up mind saying I should fuck her, and her, and her, and I don't know how to stop."

"Mikey!"

"No Ellie, I'm not putting you through that."

"Mikey, I go through it every day. All I hear in the girls locker room is how much they'd like to take you to their place. How they'd like to ride your bike or even just hold your freakin' hand. They talk constantly about how you're smart and funny -- which you are, but they've never thought that before. All they do now is share crazy stories about how they dream of you grabbing them and tearing their clothes off as they pretend to resist while you ride them silly. This is what I live with every day. I live with the fact that most women will toss themselves at you, and that you need it every once in a while. All I ask is that you don't forget about me. I was here before any of them showed up. I love you, Michael. I loved Michael the dork, and I still love you as Michael the hottie. I can handle it."

This moved me, it opened my eyes to how invested Ellie really was. All this time I had thought that perhaps she had been feeling bound to me because of what happened in the Library. The time she spent not talking to me had made me think that maybe there was an unknown part of my powers that made her come back to me, despite everything. But now, as I watched her teary eyes, I began to understand how, even before this all started, she had wanted to be with me. It really opened my eyes to the reasons why I had fallen in love with her myself. I wrapped my arms around her, and gave her a hug. I held her tight as she weeped softly into my chest.

"Okay, I believe you," I said softly. "I believe you, and I will never leave you again.

"Then tell me," she whispered.

"It will take a while," I said, hoping maybe she'd wait to hear the whole story.

"No, tell me now Michael. I don't care about the final class."

"Okay Ellie, um a few days ago-"

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7 days earlier

I spent the weekend locked in my room, worried that I'd go out and hurt someone else. This didn't help the pent-up frustration I kept feeling. The need for sex never stopped growing, and with time I was becoming a husk of my old self.

Whenever I slept, I had vivid dreams. Ones where I'd go out and pick a random girl from the street. Fuck her silly and leave her semi-conscious on the sidewalk. These dreams were so immensely detailed that it almost felt like they actually did happen. When I woke up I found myself quite full of energy, which didn't help someone who had imprisoned himself in his room. I tried to remain normal, tried to behave like someone who didn't need to eat all that much.

I'd sneak downstairs to eat some food, and with every bone in my body I wanted to attack my mom -- but, somehow, I didn't. We still hadn't discussed what happened, how I was conceived. It still hurt me so deeply just to imagine how it happened. What I had learned had answered so many of my questions, and with all that time to think I was finding that blaming my mom or my circumstances didn't help things. Nor did it improve how I felt. I resolved to become a better person. I knew that it began with this, controlling myself and my emotions, so that I wouldn't mindlessly fuck whatever was in sight. But my body didn't care what I had decided. It had a mind of its own.

With time, things like meditation helped. So did spiritual things like prayer. I couldn't believe that asking the Lord for help controlling myself would work, but it kinda worked - and then it worked only so much, before it didn't. I had to ignore Ellie for the weekend, and by extension everyone else. She probably would not have been too happy about that, but I promised myself to make it right by her. I didn't think she deserved a monster like me.

The start of the new school week left me feeling like shit again as I dreaded the idea of seeing Stacy. Seeing Ellie, seeing anyone really but I knew hiding wouldn't help matters. I entered class, hoping to keep a low profile then there she was. Ellie came with her iconic smile and her more playful persona. Making fun of how I looked, like I had spent the weekend locked in my house.

Not bad. It had some humour. It also had some frustration. I told her she looked like someone who couldn't come over. This got a smirk, and then she told me that I looked like I needed some space.

She was right. It was helping that I was being left to think. I could tell that she was hurt by it. However Ellie acted like everything was fine, and for my part I acted like I had nothing to say.

At lunch I then looked for Stacy who at this point didn't care who knew about her and Brad. I approached her aiming to apologise.

"Hey, can we talk for a second?" I asked her, as she sat on Brads lap. Brad looked up and raised an eyebrow. Even getting a tighter grip of her exposed thigh.

"Um why?" Stacy asked, almost perplexed.

"Just please, for a few seconds."

Stacy looked at Brad before getting to her feet. We found an empty hallway, where I began my apology.

"About Friday night, I am sorry for what I did to your mom and your dad. I was really in bad spot and I -"

Stacy put a finger on my mouth. "Stop right there Mikey. I need you to understand that I was mad, the first time you fucked my mom. This time, the second time, I saw the whole thing. It was hot, and you made my Dad look pathetic. He really deserved what came to him and he's been super nice to mom these past few days. I think you scared him a bit: he's afraid youll come back and fuck my mom in front of his buddies again. So I guess thanks for giving my mom some love and embarrassing my dad."