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- Yes!... Ah... Yaaah!...

Taking slut Allen by the hair, I pulled her towards me, making her graceful back arch as if ready to break a branch.

- Mhmm!... Uggh!... Aghaaaah!

As I straddled her hollow cheerleader belly, I drove my cock into her tight pussy with such force that waves spread across her wide ass.

- Haaah! Haaah! - Allen stopped staring at me, rolling her eyes skyward.

- Mmm! - I began to pick up the pace, sensing a close call.

- Amngmmmmm! - Allen's tongue flicked outward and she let out the distinctive, inarticulate moan she usually made during orgasm.

Continuing to pound her as hard as he could, he released both the fist that held her blonde hair and the embrace, the latter causing Elizabeth's body to collapse onto the mattresses.

- Haaah!... Haaah!...

But being a good girl, she kept her knees up, helping me enjoy her wet and warm crotch to the full.

- Mhmm.... Nah... In... - Slowly, regaining her sight, Allen glanced at me.

- Then where? I know, I'll cum on your skirt! When are the others coming, in half an hour? Can you wash it?

My words offended Allen, who immediately decided to go into bitch mode and run away from me, but unfortunately her body was weakened by the recent rush of pleasure, so I was easily able to press her to her rightful place.

- Haa... Koz-mmmm... Not on Aaaa... Skirt...

- Since such a pretty girl is asking for one, then I suggest a neutral option....

.....

- Mnhmmmm!

*(knocking)

Suddenly, there was a knock on the back room. Without waiting for an answer, the door started trying to open, and with such force that it doesn't take a genius to guess who.

- Mnhmmm! - holding the blonde cheerleader's head on the end of my mate, suggesting that she slow down and work on her head, I hurried to answer the pesky guest:

- Hey, help! I'm locked in here! - my pitiful cry made Allen roll her eyes in annoyance. I guess the bitch forgot her place, huh?

- Mrgghhhhhhmmm! - I reckon a full nozzle would fix it quick.

- Parker, ha! - Of course my request only made the star of the football team, Flash Thompson, laugh, but how could it not? How many times has he locked me up by himself? If only he knew how he ended up trying to lock me in the women's shower room..... - Ha-ha-ha, happy chillin', arsehole!

- Mnhmmm! - the bitch finally clamped her teeth down or we'd be here for three days before I was done.

- Hey, arsehole. - Seriously, Flash, think of something more original. Having points and better grades than you doesn't make me a nerd. - Have you seen my girlfriend, by any chance? I think she left the last class, but she was supposed to come to practice.

- Mm-hmm. - The cheerleader froze abruptly, raising her eyes to me, continuing to keep her cheeks squeezed because of her lips stretched out on my cock.

- What's her name? - Smiling at the bitch, I ran my tongue across her lips, clearly giving a hint.

- Haaaa... Maaaa... - Taking my saliva-covered cock out of my mouth, the cheerleader began to run her tongue over it.

- Are you kidding me? Liz Allen, the hottest chick in school!

- Really hot. - I took hold of Allen's nipple, hard as it was when I fucked her hard.

- So? Motherfucker, why are you so quiet?! - I'm amazed you're not an Australopithecus, but a Homo erectus.

- Think about it, I'm locked in here! You think if she was locked up with me, her mouth would be doing something other than screaming for help?

- Well, who knows? Suddenly the Incredible Spider-Man has defected to the side of the villains? - then I was trying to save your life too! - Okay, Parker, if I don't find her, then all suspicion will fall on our resident, uh, superhero! Ha-ha-ha-ha!

Laughing, Flash finally walked out of the gym, slamming the door behind him. Returning to his own girlfriend, then she....

- Mm-hmmm! - couldn't resist swallowing my mate again.

- Open your mouth and--

- Mnggimi! - Clearly realising what I wanted from her, Allen sped up, making the wet sounds of her mouth reach almost into the corridor.

- You're such a bitch-kgghhhh.... - I was at my limit by the end, and never got the joy of cumming on the cheerleader's face.

- Mnhmmm! - just as Allen was about to spit the cum into her palm, I grabbed her hand.

- If you don't swallow it, it'll end up on your face. - I smiled sweetly at the end, remembering a time when I tried to be a nice guy.

Elizabeth crinkled her face, just like the times she'd watched me get rubbed down by Flash. Stretched her face like she was ready to spit at me, but.....

- Mngmm! - in two gulps, swallowed my discharge.

- Good girl.

- Aghaahhhh. Don't be cheeky, stooge.

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Once outside, I had to wipe my pant leg a bit while Allen adjusted her blue and white cheerleader uniform before practice. Frankly, sex-wise, our relationship today is extremely awkward.

- You're not gonna say anything, are you, Flash? - Applying the lipstick that finished on my cock, Allen looked at me askance.

- Why? I've been fucking you for six months. - At my choice of words, Allen arched her eyebrows while her body shuddered. - Why would I tell you everything now?

- Well he said... И... Well, anyway... Maybe you took it personally. - Sometimes I think Allen was the kind of girl who bullies the boys she likes. Then I remember it's a poor excuse for her bitchy behaviour.

- Ha ha, a guy whose girlfriend I have more than him can't offend me. - I realise what a lowlife and a fool I've been...

- Oh, I see. - for a second Elizabeth slowed down in pulling her knickers up along her long legs, which gave me an idea.

- Wait, you still haven't given it to him? Seriously? Ha ha ha ha!... - With a fit of laughter, I fell on my arse. - Why? How? Ha-ha-ha-ha...

- Calm down, you hear me?! Flash is just not like that. When we're alone, he's like a kitten you want to play with.

- Not what we were just playing with, huh? - I didn't know what Allen was talking about, but I was getting angry inside.

- Yeah. - Allen's hand touched the spot where we'd been together recently.

- And if Flash is a kitten, then what am I? - I hovered over Allen, forcing her back against the wall, which didn't stop her from speaking:

- I'd call you... Tiger. - She smiled crookedly at the end.

- Bitch. - Dropping the last insult, I turned around, picked my bag up off the floor and headed for the exit.

On my way out I met Flash, who I kindly told where to find his girlfriend, lastly saying how jealous I was that he was dating such a pretty girl. Thompson's reaction was predictable - he called me a virgin, and that I'd never stand a chance with a chick like that. Seriously, he makes my life so easy, saving me from any remorse.

.....

- Oh...

- .... - I guess I was in for a payback after all.

'Hi', "How are you?", "How's heroine activity?", even "Your arse looks good in a Ghost Spider costume"; nothing came out of my mouth, every time I met Gwen.

- Well, so far. - she was at least limiting herself to something.

'Take care of yourself,' "Don't overwork yourself," 'Please don't get into battles with someone overly dangerous...' 'I still like you.'

Usually the swallowing of words I long to say out loud is followed by a parade of self-injury, of remembering my own cowardice. But today is an unusual day...

.....

Back home, I locked myself in the basement lab. As kids, we used to play here a lot with Gwen, even though Mary-Jane didn't like it here. After she moved out, as we got older, Gwen and I stopped pretending to be scientists and actually started researching and trying to use my parents' equipment.

- Would you be proud of me? - I held up my parents' photo, adjusting my glasses. Would it go well? Or would I be meeting you soon?

Putting the photo down, I pulled a photo of me and Gwen out of the drawer. My gaze fell on the mirror on its own. I squeezed my arm, showing my biceps. No matter how hard I tried, the average person couldn't do anything. My hands themselves touched the scar on my head, behind my hair, and on a collection of much worse on my body, under my clothes.

I wonder if Connors would have killed Flash if I hadn't intervened. I wouldn't have missed that idiot Thompson. Although, I guess part of what saved me was what Allen gave me.

Though was it worth the loss of a scholarship, six months of therapy to learn to walk again, the loss of the only girl that mattered to me?

Preparing the syringe, I looked at it and wondered: would anything change? Would my formula synthesised from Connors' materials, Gwen's and using my father's records change my situation?

Would I finally become a hero?

- I'm not fit to be a hero... - after all, I'm banging my abuser's girlfriend and a bit obsessed with memories of a girl I've never even met. Not hero material at all, in my opinion.

Will I succeed in winning Gwen over? Will I become the right person for her?

- Does it matter? - After all, I'm sure if she liked me, she wouldn't care if I had superpowers.

And the big question is, will I survive?

- ... - all I could answer to the question itself was to swallow. - Ha, if I survived, I would definitely cum on the Cheerleader's face!

With blunt determination, I injected the drug into my vein, and....

- I felt nothing--

*♪ Bang ♪

-The next morning--

- Oh, great. I've invented a painkiller that also improves your eyesight. - that's the conclusion I came to when I woke up on the floor and took my glasses off and put them on.

No cobwebs from my hands, no inhuman strength, no reaction, nothing else had changed in me. Apparently, I'm not much of a scientist.

- Well, it was a stupid idea anyway. I've got to move on. It's a pity that the drug I created is almost impossible to replicate, or I could make money on a drug for eyesight.

Having finally accepted the unpleasant truth. I decided to abandon my desire to help Gwen in the heroine's field, cum on Liz's face, and start thinking about what to do with my life as a mere mortal....