Chapter 41

Just as Mike’s relationship with Kali and Charmagne entered a golden age of fulfilment and pleasure, his one with Theresa spiraled further into darkness.

With Kali spending most nights at Charmagne’s now, the dormitory supervisor’s office became a semi-private getaway for him to bring Theresa and Rachel, but his meetups with Theresa were not happening as frequently as she would have preferred. She constantly pestered him for sex, seeking him out at every opportunity, but between his myriad responsibilities, dinners with Rachel, and long nights with Kali and Charmagne, he had very little time to offer her.

He worried about her. She didn’t sleep well, and it took a toll on both her body and her mind. Dark circles formed under her eyes, and she didn’t bathe as much as she used to. Her long blonde hair, once lustrous and bouncy, now hung straight, greasy, and limp.

She was also demanding in bed. Almost violently so. Things came to a head when she dragged him into the room for a quickie, and asked him to do something he didn’t want to do.

As she usually did, the moment they were naked, she fell to her knees to suck his cock. It was always frantic, as if she were on a schedule. She didn’t do it for very long. A few minutes at most. Just enough to satisfy whatever craving she had to have him in her mouth, and to make sure he was as hard as he could get.

Then she pulled him onto the bed and lied on her stomach with her hands outstretched, gripping the slatted headboard. She preferred this prone position. He pulled her legs apart to move between them and guided his cock to her pussy. She was too dry, as usual. Unaroused.

He kept a bottle of lube in the nightstand now, and used it to make entry possible, then propped himself over top of her while he fucked her.

“My head,” she insisted.

He knew what she wanted. To be pushed face first into the pillow, as hard as he could, but he could never bring himself to do it. He put his hand on her shoulder instead. She grunted loudly with every thrust as he fucked her.

“Put it in my ass.”

He was hesitant to attempt it again. Theresa wasn’t like Charmagne. Her ass wasn’t trained, and it was impossible to fit inside. She refused to relax, clenching her body as if fighting against him. Even with considerable coaxing, he had never been able to enter her.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Just fucking do it already, Mike!”

Her tone was angry. It was as if she blamed him for not being able to perform. He pulled out of her pussy and reapplied the lube to his cock, then pulled her small ass cheeks apart to add some to her as well. Even getting his finger in there was difficult.

“You need to relax, Theresa. Your too tight.”

She forced herself to unclench, but he could tell it took considerable effort to do so. When he put a second finger inside her, she arched her back.

“I’m never going to fit in there.”

“Then try harder!”

He slowly moved his fingers around, spinning and twisting them to help familiarize her body with the intrusion. She finally relaxed a little, but he still felt the tension in her back where his hand touched her.

“This would be easier with you on top,” he told her.

“No. I want it like this.”

“Why?”

“Stop whining, Mike! Just do what I fucking tell you. I know what I want. Now, put your cock in there.”

He knew what the result would be, but he tried anyway. He straddled her thighs and used his hand to spread her cheeks, pressing the large, domed glans against her tiny sphincter. No fucking way. He pushed forward and the head flattened out, but she refused to open for him.

“This isn’t going to work.”

“Force it!” she said.

“I’m not going to do that.”

“Get off me!”

He dismounted her and she rolled onto her back, resuming her grip on the headboard and spreading her legs. She had such a beautiful body. Her breasts, while small, where perfect, and her pussy was gorgeous. He lowered his head between her legs, but she twisted her body away.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Going down on you,” he said, trying to open her legs back up.

“Did I ask you to do that?”

“No, but-”

“Just fuck me. That’s the only thing I want from you. Get up.”

He rose to his knees and she splayed out her legs again. With a sigh, he positioned himself over her and guided himself inside. She winced as he sank deeper and he paused.

“Are you alright.”

“Fuck, Mike!” she shouted in his face. “What’s your fucking problem! Stop treating me like I’m a fucking doll! Stick your cock in me and fuck the shit out of me!”

At this point, he wanted to stop. It wasn’t fun for him anymore. He looked into her eyes and her eyebrows drifted apart.

“Please,” she begged. “It’s what I want.”

Still skeptical, he resumed his journey into her tight pussy. Although he detected small tics on her face that she fought to control, he eventually made it all the way inside of her, and she smiled at him gratefully.

“Good. Now, put your hand on my throat.”

This he would do, because he knew it helped her get off and amplified her orgasms. Plus, he had complete control over the pressure. He wrapped his large hand around her slender throat and applied firm pressure against the arteries in her neck. Her face reddened.

“Now fuck me,” she gasped. “Hard.”

He started slowly until the lines on her forehead eased, then increased his pace until he was fucking her hard, but not nearly as hard as he would have fucked Charmagne, or even Kali for that matter.

“Tighter.”

He strengthen his grip just barely and her face darkened. The veins in her temple lifted. Her breath came in a thin wheeze. Any more, and she would pass out. She closed her mouth and her expression tightened until her face was pinched. She was going to cum.

He gave her just a little more, thrusting forcefully into her pussy. Her small breasts, just shallow mounds flattened on her chest by her outstretched arms, jumped beneath her skin. For several long minutes she persisted in that state. Teetering on the verge of an orgasm that never came. She tightened her grip on the headboard as he increased his pace just a little more, his own breathing elevated.

“Hit me.”

The words were so strained that he wasn’t sure he heard her correctly. Her face was dark red, nearly purple. Her lips parted to reveal clenched teeth. A strained expression.

“Hit me!”

“No. I won’t do that,” he said between breaths.

“Hit me, Mike!”

“No!”

They stared into each other’s eyes while he hammered away at her pussy. He felt her body tensing beneath him, caught in a perpetual state of imminent release. Her nostrils flared with every breath. Then a low keening grunt escaped her lips, like someone straining against an immovable object.

“Do it!”

He didn’t even respond to her this time, and she could see in his expression that he wouldn’t do it, so she changed her tactic.

“Just slap me. A little. Please.”

With great hesitation, he briefly removed his hand from her neck to slap her lightly across the face, then put it back. It wasn’t enough.

“Again.”

“Theresa...”

“Again!”

He did it, but no harder than the first time. Even still, it seemed to inch her just that much closer to her orgasm.

“A little harder.”

He did, but just by the tiniest margin. Her body convulsed, but she didn’t cum. Before he could put his hand back on her throat, she told him to do it again. He held her cheeks between his fingers and stared into her eyes.

“Do it,” she said.

He slapped her. Another convulsion.

“Grab my hair. Pull it.”

He ran his fingers through her hair and tightened his grip. She sucked in a quick breath as he pulled her head back. Her eyes slowly widened and her mouth opened. She was so close, dancing on a razor’s edge. A thought occurred to him, but he felt conflicted about it. Should I do it? he wondered. Would it even work? He pulled her head back even further and brought his face inches from hers, then spoke to her in a guttural voice through clenched teeth.

“Just cum already, you fucking cunt!”

Her body seized and her face contorted. She cried out loudly and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles and digging her heels into his back as she clenched her pussy tightly around his cock. He released his grip on her hair and settled his weight on top of her while she spasmed and tried to catch her breath.

Michelle sifted through innumerable hand sketches. Variants upon variants. Lists of requirements and specifications. She wanted it to be perfect, but her wish list was way too long. They would never be able to fit everything into a single machine and actually build it. She needed to prioritize. Separate the must haves from the nice to haves.

Pussy, clit, nipples, and ass. She wrote those four words at the top of a fresh sheet of graph paper, underneath the heading, MUST HAVES. She didn’t know exactly why ass was a must have. She’d never had vaginal sex before, let alone anal. It was only because that’s how Mike fucked all those women in the Artificer videos. She simply assumed these were the vital elements.

Plus, she still remembered how incredible it felt to stimulate her butthole while she masturbated during the Messina and Chill night. Since then, it became her go-to method for getting herself off quick. How she would ever fit a dildo in there, let alone Mike’s ginormous dick, she didn’t know. It seemed physically impossible. She was so incredibly tiny, even for a girl, and her butthole was even tinier. Certainly, if it was possible to do, Mike would figure out a way to make it happen. He was an engineer, after all.

She trusted him, implicitly and without reservation. Whatever he ultimately decided to do to her, she wanted it. She’d never seen an Artificer video that didn’t include anal, so hers absolutely must have it as well.

The cold, heavy autumn rain and occasional rumble of thunder outside made for a cozy atmosphere inside the fourth floor bunk room. With nothing else to do, the rest of the Robotics Club lounged on their beds, each with their eyes glued to laptops or phones. All except Izzy, who Michelle hadn’t seen since earlier that morning. Having the power back on again was amazing, of course, but it came with an unexpected drawback. She missed those times when they hadn’t been able to just retreat into their devices.

During the blackout, they bonded like never before. Long days and nights spent doing nothing but talking. Endless hours of discussions, speculations, gossip, reminiscences, stories, jokes, worries, regrets, and fantasies. Of course, they shed tears. So many tears. They held each other, or curled up together in their beds to comfort one another in moments of grief or despair. Amid all the trauma and struggle, however, they still found time for laughter and happiness.

They never repeated their Messina and Chill night, and Michelle deeply regretted that. She enjoyed sharing that part of herself with them, a lot. Masturbating alone just wasn’t the same. Watching the others, and knowing they were watching her, elevated the experience to a whole new level.

She wondered if that made her bisexual or not. She didn’t think it did. She wasn’t attracted to the other girls. At least, not in that way. Not like Endora. The vivid memory of her fingering Olivia still lingered in her mind, though. She remembered being so incredibly turned on by it, and part of her envied Olivia.

Maybe I am bi, she considered. It would be awesome if she was. There were a lot more girls around than boys, that was for sure. She wondered if it could possibly be an emergent property. She learned in biology class that certain animals, like frogs, can spontaneously change sex if there’s an imbalance in the male-female ratio. Could something similar be happening at Scirewood? Except, instead of gender, girls were spontaneously changing their sexual orientation?

She wasn’t sure, but there suddenly seemed to be a lot of lesbians and bis around. The epic fight between Endora and Alexis was the talk of the school, but not just for the fight itself, which was crazy enough on its own, but for the revelation that not only was Grace Hasselbeck queer, but so were Abby Allen and Amelia Scott.

If Michelle included Olivia, that was five queer girls out of ... how many? She wasn’t actually sure anymore. There used to be sixty students, but there were a lot less now. Maybe forty? That was one in eight girls. Twelve and a half percent. If she included herself, that percentage jumped to fifteen.

It was only because of Asterius that any of it had happened. Michelle was certain that it never would have happened any other way. She was finding out things about both herself and her friends that she never knew. Either things they’d kept hidden away, or new emerging things. Endora said she’d known her entire life she was bi, but Michelle doubted Olivia did. She guessed that it was a discovery, as surprising to herself as it was to everyone else.

Olivia refused to talk about it though, and Michelle assumed it was because she was embarrassed or ashamed by it. Why she should feel that way, Michelle didn’t know. Maybe she was homophobic. That would be disappointing. And ironic.

Izzy returned and she was practically effervescent, skipping, not walking, into the room. They’d all noticed a sudden change in her recently. She seemed so ... happy.

“Where’ve you been, you little freak?” Olivia asked from behind her phone.

“Out,” she said, her shy smile widening into a grin, “with my boyfriend.”

Six pairs of eyes stopped whatever it was they were doing and moved promptly, and with great haste, to focus immediately on Izzy Cabrera. Olivia slowly lowered her phone.

“What boyfriend?”

“Adrián.”

Olivia shot upright, as did the others. “Adrián?” Then her eyes widened. “Woah. Wait a second. What, exactly, were you out doing with Adrián?”

Izzy danced further into the room and hopped onto her bed with a little bounce. “Nothing much. Just, you know ... having sex.”

Every girl evacuated their own beds like they were on fire to leap onto Izzy’s.

“What?” Michelle practically screamed.

Madison’s jaw dropped. “No way!”

Mia wisely shut the door, then sprinted back to ensure she didn’t miss a single detail. Izzy tucked her hair behind her ear and kicked her feet back and forth over the side of the bed. She nodded and flashed another metallic grin.

“Way,” she said with a giggling laugh.

With a towel under her butt to catch the shaving gel, Endora reclined on her bed while Grace carefully shaved her pussy, taking extreme care around the raw, sensitive area where Alexis had ripped out her pubic hair. Despite her best efforts, however, Endora winced.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, baby,” Grace said, kissing her inner thigh and blowing on her wound. One of many that covered her body from head to toe.

On a nearby bunkbed, Abby practiced her cunnilingual skills on an appreciative Amelia, while the chubby junior writhed and moaned and played with her small tits. Abby was an eager pleaser, with a voracious appetite for pussy, and the young girl seemed to enjoy giving just as much as receiving.

It was the perfect day to spend indoors fucking, and that’s exactly what Endora and Grace would be doing right now if it weren’t for Alexis’s savage attack. Not that Endora was particularly surprised that it happened. Only that it took so long.

As far as Endora was concerned, the conflict between them was settled once and for all. Sure, she took a brutal beating, but she gave one too. Plus, at the end of it all, she ended up with Grace. Her beautiful blossom.

Endora hadn’t told her yet that she fucked both Abby and Amelia while she was away. She wouldn’t lie about it if asked, but she didn’t feel compelled to volunteer the information either. She also didn’t tell the two girls not to say anything, but they intuitively grasped that Grace might not be too happy to find out about it. Endora never promised Grace they would be exclusive, so she didn’t view it as a betrayal. She was simply keeping her many budding relationships compartmentalized until it was time to begin integrating them.

When Grace finished, she dabbed Endora’s baby smooth vulva clean with a washcloth.

“Look how pretty it is,” she said with a lascivious smile on her face, gliding her fingers over Endora’s delicate labia.

“How does it taste?” Endora asked.

Grace smirked and gave her slit a gentle lick. Endora sighed contentedly. This was the life she’d always dreamed of. Naked girl flesh in abundance, and constant pleasure. She guided Grace to her clit. She felt impatient and wanted to get off quickly. After that, she would be able to take her time.

As Grace settled in to make her lover cum, the room quieted, until the only sounds were the occasional wet slurps of vigorous pussy eating, and Endora and Amelia’s heavy breaths and soft moans. Endora cupped her breasts, then winced again when her thumb brushed over the bite mark on her left one. She carefully lifted the wounded breast to examine it more closely and snorted a laugh when she saw the distinctive gap in the bite impression.