Chapter 1: Amy

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Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1: Amy - A young man has superpower, but is scared that it will corrupt him. Will he give in to temptation?

My name is Stanley Winston, and I have a superpower. I want to use it for good. The betterment of the world. But I can't figure how. Maybe you can give me some ideas. I am just seventeen, so you older people may have the wisdom to tell me what to do.

So, how did I get these powers? I was born with them.

My mom says she and her friends were messing around with this old book of black magic spells. She was in the middle of a magic circle, with all her friends chanting these "magic words". She felt a presence come into her body for a few seconds then leave. Nine months later, I was born.

No one else in the room saw or felt anything, and she was having a lot of sex at the time. So this theory has some holes in it. But it is the only one I have.

I am sure you are wondering what my powers are. I hate this part, because it sounds like I'm boasting. I try to stay humble.

First of all, I am naturally charming. Everyone likes me and wants be my friend. The only people who hate me, are jealous of my popularity. People have compared me to Farris Buehler.

I've been told I'm smart. I ace all my classes without any effort. I think the classes are easy, but none of my classmates seem to think so.

Secondly, I need very little sleep. Three hours a night, and I'm fine. Other people in history, like Thomas Edison had this condition. But it is still very rare.

And third, I am exceptionally, maybe supernaturally, endowed. I have a twelve inch penis that I can get hard at will, and lasts as long as I want. I've had it since puberty. I've had girls fall on their knees and worship it, like it was some idol. Once I tested to see how long I could go without coming. I went for over an hour. The girl passed out. When she woke, she said I had spoiled her from all other men.

As you can imagine, even at my young age, I have fucked a lot of girls. So far, none of them have gotten pregnant. So I'm pretty sure I'm sterile, at the moment. But my intuition tells me that I could get a girl knocked up. I just have to want to. One day I'll have to try it.

I trust my intuition, my inner voice. It has not steered me wrong yet.


During puberty, when I was about fourteen, I had my first wet dream. My sheets were soaked with cum. But I also had an idea. It must have been part of my dream. It was late night, and I was wide awake, per usual. I walked through the house, to the living room. My mother had a package of incense cones in the coffee table drawer. She used them to cover up her pot smoke, like I didn't know. I took one out of the plastic package and took it to the workbench I had in the garage.

The next part was tricky. I had to find a girl's hair; but not just not any girl, the hair of a virgin. My best friend, Amy Templeton, lived next door. We had the same taste in music and comic books. There had never been a sexual component to our relationship. She was six months younger than me, but was mature for her age. She had already gone through puberty. I didn't know if she was a virgin, but my intuition told me she was.

I went to my bedroom, and found a strand of her blonde hair on the headphones. She was listening to some music on my I-Pod, the day before. I took the strand, and one of my black ones, and put it on top of the incense cone. Then, using a hammer, I ground them and the incense together. I scraped the resulting powder into an incense burner.

The rest of the night, I did the usual: doing homework, playing video games, until the rest of the world woke.

It was a Saturday, and I called Amy at 7am. I knew I was waking her, but I also knew she wouldn't mind. "It's me," I said. "I have something I want to try. Come over."

I met her at the front door, so she won't wake my mom, and escorted her to my room.

Once inside I lit the incense burner. She took one whiff of it and went blank. She just stood there like a statue, staring emptily into space. I called her name and waved my hands in front of her face. When I clicked my fingers, she came out of it.

Blinking her eyes, she looked at me. "Why did you snap your fingers?"

"Just part of my experiment." I placed the incense under nose, and just like a switch she was under again.

This time, I tried all the tricks I remembered seeing a hypnotist do at a comedy club. I had her cluck like a chicken, hop off her chair, like it was red hot, and have her kiss me passionately, like she was in love with me. After that, my curiosity got the best of me. "Take off your clothes," I ordered. She did so instantly.

That surprised me. I had been told a hypnotized person would not do anything that was against her morals. That meant she either did not mind stripping for me, or this wasn't normal hypnosis.

I had seen my mom naked many times, but I had never touched a naked female body before. So I took advantage of the opportunity and explored. I touched her B-cup breasts, pulled on her nipples, felt the slit between her legs. She was surprisingly hairy for one so young.

I had her lay on her back on my bed, with her knees bent and legs spread. I then undressed. My rock hard erection sprang out of my pajamas. I was surprised how big it had become. I knew it had been growing, but this morning it had grown to almost its final size.

I looked down at the defenseless girl lying in front of me, and chickened out. I didn't want to take advantage of my friend like this. So I snapped my fingers.

She sat up and looked at me. "Why are you stopping."

I was shocked. "You knew what was going on?"

"Of course, silly; if I didn't want you to take my virginity, I would have said so."

"How did you feel about me making you cluck like a chicken?"

She paused for a second. "I didn't mind it. It was kind of fun."

"And you sitting on a chair I told you was hot?"

That flustered Amy for a minute. "That was unusual," she admitted.

"Why don't you tell me what you felt?"

She shook her head. "It was like your words were in my brain, not just my ears. It was telling me what to do. I knew I could refuse you, but I didn't."

I sat down on the bed beside her. "So, how do you feel about this sex thing?"

"A little scared; you'd be my first, and I don't know if I can handle that monster you have."

"You've seen a lot of cocks before?"

She nodded. "Both my dad's and my older brother's."

"Were either of them erect?"

"No..."

"Well, trust me. Erect dicks are much bigger. Here, let me show you." I concentrated for a few seconds, and my penis deflated to its flaccid state. I didn't think this was anything special at the time. I thought all men had this kind of control. "See how much smaller it is?"

She nodded. "Still a lot bigger than the other two I've seen."

"Tell you what. If I hurt you in any way, tell me, and I'll stop. You have to understand, this is my first time, too."

"Alright," she agreed. She laid back on the bed again.

I willed my dick erect, again. "I touched your body. Do you want to touch mine?"

"Maybe later," she said in a small voice.

I knelt between her legs, and gently placed the tip of my cock against her labia. Her breath sped up, and her eyes were wide.

I pushed my hips forward and split her lips with tip of my massive tool.

She panted in rapid gasps.

"Alright, here we go." With one thrust, I forced myself into her womb. I felt her hymen tear. She cried out, from pain, surprise, or pleasure, or all three. I don't know.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded. "Oh yes! Please don't stop. Fill me up!"

As you would expect of a virgin, she was very tight. So I slowly pulled out, then pushed even deeper. I kept pushing until I hit bottom. I knew that I was stretching her seriously, and she should be begging me to stop. But she didn't. She kept crying out "More! More! Deeper!"

In just a few minutes, her whole body twitched, and she had a major orgasm. I followed suit, coming inside her. I lost control. Today, I would have given her several more orgasms before I'd have let go.

I pulled out, and lay down next to my new girlfriend. "How was it for you?" I asked.

Amy winced, as she propped herself up on her elbows. "It hurt. It hurt a lot. It felt like you were going to split me in half."

"You should have told me to stop."

She flushed. "I know. It was just ... I don't know how to say this ... once you were inside me, it felt like I didn't have the right to refuse you; like I belonged to you. You could do what you wanted to me. I'm not saying it right."

I ran my hands over her body. She moaned as I touched her erogenous spots. "Are you ready to go again?"

Her eyes widened. I thought she was about protest, but she just nodded, "Whatever you want, Stan."

I ended up fucking her three more times that morning, each time in a different position. I finally got hungry, and decided to let her go. "Your parents will be worried about you," I said.

She smiled. "They know where I am. We've been friends for years. They trust you."

"Maybe they shouldn't," I replied.

"Don't worry. I'll cover for you. I'll tell them that you came out to me, and told me you were gay."

I laughed. "That's a good one."

"That will keep them from worrying about me."


The next morning was Sunday. Amy and her family went to church. My mom used to send me with them, but after a while I got bored. They kept on teaching the same lessons again and again, like we'd forget. I think the Bible is great, with lessons on how to treat you fellow man. But once you've read it, why go over it again and again?

Anyway, right after she got home, Amy ran over to my house. I answered the door.

"Do you want to fuck me again?" she asked.

"I guess so. I thought we could listen to some music and hang out instead."

She dragged me to my bedroom. "I can't stop thinking about you. Ever since we've made love, my pussy has been wet all the time. Last night I dreamed about you. It gave me an orgasm in my sleep. That has never happened before. The longer I am away from you, the worse I need you."

I didn't know how to respond. "Really?"

She nodded. In a whisper she said "I masturbated during the sermon today. I didn't hear a word that the pastor said."

I took a step back. "Gee. I don't know. This doesn't sound healthy..."

She fell on her knees, tears streaming down her face. "Do you want me to beg? Okay. Please, Stan, fuck me! You can do anything you want. Just fill me with your glorious cock!"

That got me going. My pants were about to burst. "Okay. Take off your clothes and lay on the bed."

She bowed her head. "Yes, Master."

That was the first time I'd ever been call "Master." And it wasn't the last. Being called that gets me going without fail.

That night, Amy snuck out of her house, after the rest of her family was asleep. We screwed again, with her on top, riding me like a wild woman. I'd learned some control. I let her come three times before I let go and sprayed her womb.

"We've got to stop this," I said.

Tears started to form in her eyes. "I know. I'm afraid I'll get pregnant."

"You don't have to worry about that," I said with conviction, though I not quite sure why.

"O-okay," she said. She never brought the subject up again.

"But, I can't get you out of my mind. Everywhere I go, you're in my mind. My ... body yearns for you. The longer I'm away, the worse it gets. Without you, I think I'd lose my mind." At this point, she broke down into racking sobs.

Taking pity on her, I took her in my arms. "It's okay," I murmured. "I'll not leave you."

"Oh, thank you, Master!" she cried, more tears, this time ones of happiness streamed down her face. "What will you have me do? I'll do anything!"

"Please. Don't call me that. I'm not your master."

"But you are. I've been trying to find the right word for our relationship, and that's the only one that fits. You are my master, and I am your slave; your sex slave.

"Here. Let me suck your cock." She took my gigantic organ in her hands. Reverently, she kissed the head.

I let it swell to full-size, to show my appreciation.

Opening her mouth wide, she got my strawberry-sized head in her mouth. She tried to push it down her throat, but she gagged.

"That feels fine," I assured her. You don't have to do any more.

She pulled my penis out. "But I do. I need to learn how to take you cock down my throat." Holding my cock with one hand, she started lick and sucking on my balls.

I gasped at the new pleasurable sensation. "Damn, girl. Where did you learn that?"

"I've been watching my brother's porn collection. It's been teaching me how to take care of you."

She tried again to swallow my cock. To spare her, I quickly came, filling her mouth with cum.

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Master! Your sperm is delicious. It tastes like warm tapioca pudding. Yum!" She started pumping my cock furiously, with both hands, to get even more. She then reached between her legs to try and get the cum from in there.

"I'm glad you like it," was all I could think to say.


The next day was Monday. It was a school day. I got a text message at the start of lunch period from Amy. "Meet me at my locker," it said.

We were both freshmen in high school, and usually ate lunch together, along with anyone else who happens by.

I walked two halls down, and she was waiting for me, right where she said she would be. Before I could say a word, she grabbed my hand. "Come with me," she said, and lead me down to an isolated corner of the school. There was a girl's room there, with an "Out of Order" sign on it.

"It really is broken," she informed me. "The construction crew is out to lunch for an hour."

The door swung open to reveal a bathroom with a broken toilet. The replacement, along with a tool box sat in the center of the room.

Amy pulled down her panties down from under her short skirt. "Now, fuck me quick."

My jaw dropped. "Here?"

"Yes. Here. I need you in me before I start frigging myself in class."

I stepped back. "What if I said no?"

A panicked look fell across her face. "I'd ... have to obey you, of course. But I don't think you'd like me losing it in the middle of class."

I got her against the wall, and opened my fly. She was shorter than me, so I had to bend my knees to get my dick into her.

Amy let out a gasp as I entered her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and her hands around my neck. She proceeded to buck her ass up and down on my hard member.

Not use to this weight, I put my hands on her ass to help support her. My pants fell down to my ankles.

With her own weight forcing her down, my cock penetrated her deeper than before. All but two inches were now inside her pussy.

Because she was so horny, Amy came quickly. She let out a piercing shriek that made me worry about getting caught.

After she caught her breath, she asked "have you come yet?"

"Not yet."

"Perfect. Let me down." I almost dropped her on her ass, on the hard tile floor. She got on her knees and grabbed my cock. Greedily she started to suck it.

I quickly came in her mouth. My load came faster than she could swallow. It dribbled down her chin. Using her fingers, she wiped up the overflow the best she could, and gobbled it down.

I pulled up my pants, and she, her panties. Amy did her best to straighten and smooth outfit.

I looked her over. "Umm. You have a little on your collar."

She went to the mirror, and saw that indeed some cum had gotten on her white print collar. She wiped it off, but it left an off-white stain. "I better get that cleaned." She turned on the sink, but no water came out.

"Oh no!" she cried. "What do I do now?"

"You better get to a working restroom. Me, I'm going to get some lunch."

She ran down one hallway. I went down another.


After school, I serviced her again. She was quite vocal on what she wanted.

As she was catching her breath, I said "For a slave, you can be quite bossy."

That made her pause. "I am your slave. I will do whatever you say. But, I have needs. If you don't give me orders that will fulfill them, I have to take matters in my own hands."

It was then that I decided to go online and find out how to be a master.

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