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THE NEW GODS 1: BABYDOLL CRUSH By WojoMartin Rex, a good man with an “innocent attraction” toward young girls, is given abilities that will allow him to do anything he wants with no repercussions. What will he become? This is the first of a series of fantasy stories that deal with the way Rex handles absolute power. This episode contains a bit of universe-building, but moves to the sexual situations as quickly as the exposition permits. Mind control, young, virginity, male/girl, anal, fantasy. When he was in his teens and early twenties Rex Timon’s sexual desires were essentially vanilla. He liked pretty girls close to his own age. It wasn’t that he never noticed nubile twelve to fourteen-year-old girls when they passed by. They were just so far out of the realm of what he considered a possibility that he never gave them more than a glance, or perhaps the passing “she’s a sexy little thing” type of thought. He was a good boy, becoming a good man, and good guys didn’t even think about doing anything besides occasionally sneaking a peek at girls that young. Besides, as a high school or college student, those younger girls were almost never part of his life anyway. After he finished college and entered his career as a social worker, Rex found that the world began to wear on him. He saw too many dark things, too many things that made him sick to his stomach. The more the world wore on him, the more purity and youth appealed to him. He began to develop protective and even chaste romantic feelings for the adolescent girls he helped place. Many of these girls had had their youth and innocence stolen from them. They symbolized his own lost innocence, but he believed that if only people cared for them enough, guided them enough, they could somehow rise above what the world had thrown at them. He carried their images in his heart and mind. They inspired him to keep “fighting the good fight” against abuse and exploitation. But alone at night, Rex found that their beautiful faces and ripening young bodies crept into even his most erotic fantasies. These girls were almost all sexual creatures in some fashion. They had been exposed to too much to be complete innocents, and some of them, he knew, had been sexually abused—often by their own family. While he spent his days devising strategies to protect them, his mind—like that of almost any man—delved deep into the dark side of sexual desire. And his fantasies of adolescent girls were more vivid and powerful than most. He did, after all, work closely with these girls. Still, there was absolutely no temptation to ever cross any line in the waking world, to ever seriously contemplate touching them or seducing them. He was, after all, the good guy. When he became particularly enamored of one young girl or another, he decided that he would carry absolutely no guilt about the things he dreamt of doing with her. The fantasies were simply tapping into his perfectly understandable desires for beauty, youth and innocence in a world of far darker things. He did begin to develop one thing that he considered a sexual hang-up. He was losing his once-powerful attraction to women his own age. He had been successful with girls and women his whole life; he was considered a particularly good-looking guy. But now the women his age seemed too cynical, too willing to overlook a little evil just to get through their day. At the age of twenty-five, Rex broke things off with his fiancée. She was a fine young woman; he just “wasn’t that into her” anymore. He had little desire to go out and find a replacement for her either. His fantasy life was all he had left, and that was increasingly centered on scarcely pubescent girls. He constantly dreamt of taking them into his loving arms, protecting them, teaching them, thrilling them, fucking them. He sometimes pictured them becoming his willing slaves or…in his darkest moments… his unwilling victims. But even after a few years of this, Rex still knew he would never cross the line with any of the young girls, even those whom he knew were sexually active and willing to share their bodies with older men who were “nice to them.” He sometimes turned down direct propositions from some of the nubile girls he helped place with foster families. He would have weathered it. Rex would have lived his entire life never having acted upon his fantasies. He probably would have even found his way back to women his own age. Then, something truly out of the ordinary happened. It would change the course of Rex’s life and spread out to affect many, many other lives as well. Rex had been experiencing some pretty vivid “abduction dreams;” except that they weren’t dreams at all. He came fully awake one night inside a very strange little room that was some type of examination chamber in what he knew could only be an alien space vessel; except it wasn’t an alien vessel at all. “Rex Timon, welcome! Come join us!” a merry and seemingly human voice called out to him. Rex wandered from the chamber into a great central hall. It was very bright, ridiculously large, constructed of strange materials, but not wholly alien to him. The design of the building was clearly beyond normal human capabilities, but decidedly Greek. A great feast was laid out before him. There were twenty figures at the table, male and female. Three stood out to Rex. The others were incredible sights, gorgeous people dressed in tunics or dresses of some shimmering fabric, but these three, like Rex, were dressed for bed. A bed that belonged in the early twenty-first century. “Come have a seat, Rex. My name is…” “Hermes,” Rex said, realizing he was tapping into some cultural memory. “This is Mount Olympus.” “Good for you, my friend,” Hermes said. “Good for you.” The messenger god indicated that Rex should sit. Rex did. One tended to obey simple suggestions from gods. “He’s the last of them, my lord,” Hermes said to the regal man at the head of the table. “Humans of the Western World, our children. Well, the children of our children,” the king of the gods said. “I am Zeus. And I am busy. I will be brief and speak in terms you can easily understand. I am not merely a ruler and guide on this world. I rule many realms, some of them even more primitive and troubled than yours. My family and I are needed in some of those realms, and we will be gone for a time, many lifetimes for your race, in fact. Hermes is to remain here for a while to keep this world from flying apart, no easy task. Meanwhile, we are seeking replacements to eventually help him guide this world.” Rex looked to the other humans, seeing that they were as shocked—and intrigued—as he was. The busty light brown-haired college girl in the huge Johns Hopkins t-shirt she used for a nightie leaned forward and gripped the table edge. A skinny blond teen boy in gym shorts and no shirt simply tilted his head and thought quietly. A thirty-ish woman with curly black hair and sensible flannel jammies put both hands softly to her lips and looked around, meeting Rex’s eye and weighing him out. She did the same to the others, as if she was trying to decide why it was this group of four who were chosen to become the heirs to the Olympians. “You are wondering why you were chosen,” Zeus continued, seeming to read their minds. He almost certainly could. “Calliope, medical student, you want to join Doctors Without Borders and help the poor in faraway lands. Jason, Eagle Scout, you have no idea yet how you will use your talents, but you have lived a virtuous youth filled with community service. Penelope, attorney and women’s rights advocate, you wish to see the world’s inequities come to an end. Rex, social worker, you fight in the front lines of the war against poverty and abuse. You each have potential to serve your world well. The time for that service may well come. For now, you are not to rule or guide your race in any way,” Zeus had stated this last firmly. “It takes centuries to adjust to the kind of power we wield. We attempted to rule the world when we were still new to our powers, and we got involved in many… misadventures.” At this, Hera gave Zeus a playful swat on the rump, and the assembled gods chuckled warmly. These were not the feuding, bickering gods Rex remembered from mythology. This was a well-adjusted family unit in which sins and transgressions had been forgiven. Rex placed children in foster homes; he could tell a functional family from a dysfunctional one in a heartbeat. “Your job for now is to enjoy your newfound powers as we did in the beginning, but without the responsibilities we took upon ourselves before we were ready. If things go well, then you will be asked to help guide the human race. But starting tomorrow morning, simply have fun with your powers.” “By that,” the black-haired women’s rights advocate asked in a thick New Jersey accent, “you mean turn into a swan and rape girls?” Rex was kind of thinking the same thing, but he’d be damned if he was going to throw that in Zeus’s face. Penelope must be a hell of an advocate. She was fearless. Jason leaned back from the table, Calliope seemed ready to duck. “I’m never gonna live that one down am I?” Zeus asked the assembled Olympians. They laughed softly and shook their heads. “I wasn’t exactly a model of virtue where Cassandra was concerned,” offered Apollo. “At least you didn’t start the Trojan War, my handsome lord,” Aphrodite said, flirting with the king. Zeus smiled indulgently at the goddess. He accepted her nature, as did the others. He turned back to the young woman who had challenged him. “You know what, Penny?” Zeus said, smiling instead of hurling thunderbolts—whatever the hell those were. “If turning into a swan and raping a girl or two floats your boat, give it a whirl. You’ll need to get such things out of your system. We do ask that you keep a low profile, so try not to make it a major celebrity, and do whatever else you need to do to not get caught. Also, for the time being, don’t get her pregnant.” “Um, not really a problem for me,” Penelope cracked. “And I was getting plenty of girls before,” she added. “You could now impregnate one if you wanted to,” Zeus said. “We’re going to bind you from changing the world on a large scale, but within a small sphere, your power is going to be nearly absolute. Still, raising a demi-god is a huge responsibility. They tend to get heroic on you, and that makes them difficult to manage. Later, when you’ve proven you’re ready, you can create your own heirs and progeny. For now, you and Calliope will not bear children, and the gentlemen will not sire them—unless you decide to refuse this power completely.” “But…” tall teenaged Jason began. Zeus cut him off. “As I said, Jason, we’re busy. You’ve been chosen because you show potential to do this job well. You’ll figure out what you need to know. You’ll wake up tomorrow morning in your own beds. Once you do… make merry!” Zeus waved a hand. Rex saw a warm light, and then fell into a deep slumber. He awoke to the familiar sound of his T.A.R.D.I.S. alarm clock whistling the DOCTOR WHO theme. He remembered everything from the night before. He knew it wasn’t a dream, but he was unsure whether or not he’d actually been gifted with any powers. He looked at the empty table in his studio apartment. “Pancake breakfast,” he thought. A mouth-watering spread of pancakes, bacon, juice and a variety of syrups appeared at the table. “Fucking ay!” he cried. He spent the rest of the time he normally used getting ready for work creating a million dollars in cash, a huge screen TV and various luxuries. He experienced failure only once. “Gorgeous redhead,” he proclaimed and waved his hand. “Can’t create people,” he heard Hermes’ cheerful voice in his head. “Just go find a gorgeous redhead and fuck her if you want one; that’s well within your powers…. Mind if I take some of that bacon?” The entire plate of bacon disappeared. Apparently, Rex wasn’t going to be entirely abandoned by the Olympians. While he felt a little uncomfortable knowing that Hermes was constantly aware of what he was doing, he was also glad to have a little guidance. Feeling he was dangerously close to missing his first appointment, Rex wished himself showered and changed. He then crossed to his desk and flipped through his calendar. “Case 42321, Mandy Evans: meet with school psychologist, Doctor Porter, at Dailey Middle School, 8:30 AM. Mandy after.” Mandy was one of his cases, a fourteen-year-old recently placed with a foster family since both her own parents were in jail for running a meth lab in their garage. Her new school had done a psych profile on her. Rex had been asked to look at it. He was glad to do it. He would do anything for Mandy. She was one of the girls Rex most adored. It was nearly time for the appointment. He wished himself there. He walked into Doctor Porter’s office at the large Chicago middle school. Rex could sense in an instant that the psychologist was a talker. He didn’t want to talk today. He just wanted the information and a chance to see his pretty little charge. Rex waved a hand at Doctor Porter and she froze. He’d thought he could probably do that. Nice to know he was right. He glanced at Mandy’s file and absorbed its contents in an instant. Then he took a quick peek into the frozen psychologist’s mind and discovered what she would have talked about if he had let her. He waved his hand in front of her again and chuckled slightly. “That’s a heck of a story! I bet your grandson’s a real joy! Well, I have to go. Tell him good luck in his next game. I’ll be waiting until I read about him in the Big Leagues! I have to go meet with Mandy. Thanks for the update. Very professionally done, Doctor.” The psychologist smiled warmly, believing she had not only done her job but shared a pleasant conversation with the handsome young man. Rex realized that he was to become the woman’s favorite masturbatory fantasy for a while. So be it. If it made her happy…. He went to the school office and secured a private conference room to meet with Mandy. Ten minutes later, his pretty little “case” arrived. “Hi, Mandy. How you been, sweetheart?” Rex often used little pet words for his girls. He had to admit he did flirt a bit. “Rex!” she said excitedly. “Nice to see they sent someone who’s not full of bullshit.” Many of the case workers were careful not to form bonds with the kids. Rex tried to be as fond of all of them as he could, even if they weren’t precociously busty little redheads with adorable freckles and a profanely flirtatious streak. It was just easier when they were. Mandy definitely fit that description. Rex also strove to let the kids know what was really happening, and not speak to them in childish euphemisms. “Mandy, it’s time to check up on your new placement. How’s it going?” Mandy didn’t answer at first. She looked away as if gathering her thoughts, but was really just putting off telling him something she thought he might not want to hear. Rex was used to this from the kids, but today he knew he didn’t have to wade through her defenses and wheedle it out of her. “Mandy,” he said with a gentle command, “tell me the whole truth, right out.” “I hate the new mom, and she hates me. It’s not her fault, I guess. She’s just jealous. Her husband kind of has a thing for me, and she knows it.” “A thing for you?” “Well, men have kind of been noticing ‘the girls’ here for the past year or so. They are pretty nice tits.” Like many of his kids, Mandy knew a little more about the way adults looked at the world than she maybe should have. She went on calmly. “It’s no big deal when men notice. My foster dad, Melvin, he just gets kind of turned on by my body. He would never DO anything; he’s a good guy. But it’s a little too obvious for Sarah not to notice. And she’s not used to it like I am. Plus… I don’t want to sound weird, but Melvin is this handsome black guy, and Sarah, I think she is afraid that other women are after him all the time. She’s right that there are some ladies that want him, but Sarah needs to trust him. He’s a good guy, like I said, and he loves her.” “Good for Melvin. You said you’re used to grown men being attracted to you?” “Well, yeah, some of the teachers, the guy at the grocery store, you… you guys all have a Babydoll Crush on me.” “Me…? I have a what?” “A Babydoll Crush. That’s what I call it. A lot of older guys like me; some of them are really creepy. But the nice ones like Melvin and you don’t want to do anything wrong about it, because you think of me as a pretty baby. It’s a Babydoll Crush, the kind where you adore a sexy young girl but don’t ever plan on fucking her.” “And I have a Babydoll Crush on you?” “Big time, Rex. Big time. I could get you to do damned near anything.” This “tell me the whole truth” command was proving both challenging and intriguing to Rex. “I see. Let’s say you’re right. How does that make you feel?” “Pretty. I like it when it’s coming from a nice guy. And I try not to take advantage too much, but it is fun to get you a little wound up. Remember when I lost a contact in our last meeting and crawled around beneath your legs looking for it?” “Yes.” He very definitely did remember it. “I don’t wear contacts, Rex.” “You little tease!” he said laughing. He had gone home and had some pretty erotic fantasies about her that night. “I don’t want to do it too much. It could be kind of mean. Especially since you’re not trying to fuck me, even though you could. I kind of like the idea of being your girl. You’re good-looking and you would treat me so nice. I just know that it would make trouble for you, so I’ve never said anything.” Rex felt like he’d just been nuked. It wasn’t that the precociously developed eighth grader had pitched him an offer that he knew had to be genuine. He’d had girls be that forthright with him before. Hell, a couple had physically thrown their bodies into his arms. The reason he was so blown away by Mandy’s offer was that for the first time in his life, he knew he could do it and get away with it cleanly. Hell, he could have done it and gotten away with it even if she DIDN’T want to fuck him. He probably could have gotten away with it with a few of the girls in the past, too. But there was another element to it now, an element that had never been part of the equation before. Doctor Porter hadn’t remembered what he had done with her. He just planted a suggestion of what had happened and she believed it. He could probably take Mandy out into the cafeteria and fuck her on a table during lunch hour and then have everyone believe they hadn’t seen anything. But even that wasn’t what was driving him closer to crossing the line then he’d ever dreamt possible. Rex now knew that his powers would enable him to know exactly how she felt afterwards. And if there were any negative feelings, any damage to her psyche, he could erase them. He could even make her forget it ever happened. He began to wonder if he could put her hymen back if she still had one. “Healing is completely within your power,” Hermes’ voice spoke inside his head. “Both psychological and physical scars can be mended. Don’t kill her, though. That you cannot fix until you’re a full-blown god.” “Kill her?” Rex exclaimed aloud. “I ADORE Mandy!” “Rex! You’re scaring me!” Mandy exclaimed. “I know I said I could probably get you to do anything for me, but I don’t hate Sarah that much!” “Sorry, Mandy. Forget I said it.” “What were we talking about, Rex?” “You just said you liked the idea of me fucking you, but I wouldn’t do it because you’re my Babydoll Crush, and I won’t cross that line.” “I can’t believe I actually told you that.” “It’s okay, Mandy. It didn’t upset me in the least. I like it when you tell me the truth. Keep doing it. Let’s imagine this thing between you and me escalated. Where would you rather do it? My apartment or your bedroom?” “I would love to do it in my bedroom. I feel safe there.” Rex took Mandy by the hand and whisked her away. “Apparently, I just made a decision,” he told himself. Mandy blinked and looked around in amazement as she found the two of them in her bedroom at Melvin and Sarah’s house. “Be calm. This all perfectly natural,” he said to her. “You asked to come here.” “Not this bedroom, Rex. My real bedroom.” He knew what she meant now. The house where she had grown up was across town. He pulled the exact location from her mind and whisked her away again. They found themselves in an entirely empty room. “Oh, no! There’s nothing here anymore. They cleared all our stuff out when my parents couldn’t pay the rent.” “Mandy, imagine the room exactly how you want it to be. We can have it that way.” He felt the image in her mind and created it, even the smells and the right song on the stereo. He noticed she saw herself in a silky green camisole and panty set she had found in a store at the mall. She had stolen it. Most of the pretty things she had ever owned she had stolen. He dressed her in that, and even put himself in the white wife-beater and black silk boxer briefs she had decided to picture for him. “Is this what you saw, sweetheart?” “Yes,” she said. “Exactly. Rex, is this really okay?” “Yes, Mandy. It’s all very good. You are not doing anything wrong.” She needed nothing more than that. She stepped forward to him and kissed him, throwing her arms around his neck. He returned the kiss and then pulled back to admire his lovely Babydoll. Her face was so young and so sweet, but her bust and hips would have made a college cheerleader jealous. Although the cami did not have a plunging neckline, her beautiful breasts stood out from her body and created cleavage. She was everything, absolutely everything, he had dreamt about for the last five years. Her body was so warm, and her embrace so trusting and loving. Her bright red hair fell to her lightly freckled shoulders. But above that, she was his Mandy, the slightly profane but altogether sweet little girl upon whom he had developed a massive but previously innocent crush. Her image of the moment had her with very dark eyeliner and too much green eye-shadow. Like many girls her age, she didn’t get the make-up thing quite right. Rex found her all the more adorable for it. It was an attempt to look older and ready for the act she was about to share with a grown man. The fact that she was a little off the mark in some ways just told Rex that she was still a Babydoll. She got the light touch on the perfume right, though. Damn, she nailed that part. Rex kissed her and let his tongue slip into her accepting mouth. His hands wandered to her slightly rounded little bottom. As soon as he touched her there, she squirmed forward toward him. She was anxious to get beyond mere kisses. “Rex, I’ve given quite a few blowjobs before. I even gave a few to guys my dad did business with. I think Dad sent them up to my room as some sort of payment. But I’ve never done IT before. I’m so glad it’s with you instead of the boy I’ve been kind of seeing. I like him okay, but I really just go with him because I’m afraid to be alone at a new school. I was going to do it pretty soon, because I don’t want him to leave me.” “Why do you want to do it with me?” “You’re handsome. You’re kind. You make me laugh when I want to cry. And… you adored me even when there was no chance of us getting together. I don’t know what’s going on, but I like it. I want you to fuck me.” “How about we make love first and maybe fuck later?” “Sappy old man,” she teased, but then looked at him with glistening blue eyes. “Making love to you sounds beautiful.” Rex knew that this little girl meant everything she said to him. He hadn’t even asked for full disclosure of everything she had done in the past. That might have been entirely her choice. Mandy initiated the next step. She kissed Rex and then slid her hand inside the boxer briefs she had imagined for him. She found his swollen shaft and began to stroke it gently but firmly. She had definitely handled a cock or two before. She had no squeamishness, and she knew that too light a touch could be more uncomfortable than a full grip. “Oh, Mandy,” he whispered. “That feels great.” “You didn’t get short-changed down here,” she said as she felt him. He knew she wasn’t lying. And it was an apt description. He wasn’t huge, but he didn’t get short-changed. “I want to give you a blowjob, but I want to feel you inside me, too. I don’t know what to do. Tell me. I want you to tell me.” “Okay, Babydoll. Give me a nice quick blowjob, but don’t finish me off that way. I want to cum inside your little pussy the first time.” “Hold my hair and work me around a bit once I get going. I like that a lot.” With that, Mandy dropped to her knees and slowly pulled his boxers to the floor. She almost took him in her mouth right away, but bounced back up in a way that only someone with very young knees could do. She kissed him long and hard and then pulled back to look into his eyes. “I don’t know if I’m in love with you, but this Babydoll has one hell of a crush on you, Rex.” She returned to her knees, took his cock in her little hand and buried him fairly deep in her mouth. Rex wasn’t expecting her to plunge so much of him into her warm, wet mouth right away, and the unexpected thrill made his knees weaken a little bit. He recovered his balance and watched in amazement as this sweet eighth grader worked him like a girl twice her age. Her right hand held the base while her left hand gently cupped his balls. Her tongue was everywhere. She licked and swirled while applying light suction. His hand instinctively wrapped into her gorgeous red hair, and he began to tenderly guide her up and down the length of his shaft. She responded with a little moan that came awfully close to being a happy squeal. No matter how deep he pushed, she seemed happy to take it. Rex pressed his luck. The little angel knew how to deepthroat! Apparently, the blowjobs she had given had been damned good ones. Rex nearly lost his load when he felt his shaft go that deep into her mouth over and over. He knew he couldn’t take that for much longer if he still wanted to cum in her pussy the very first time. He used his grip on her hair to gently pull her up for a kiss. “I adore you, little girl. You are so innocent and sexy all at once.” She smiled, and batted her eyes. Her eyes had been watering as she took him deep, and her make-up had begun to run. He thought about fixing it, but again found the imperfection more intoxicating than any airbrushed model could ever be. “Strip for me.” He sat on the edge of the bed to let Mandy go to work. She stared at him for a second, not having expected the command. Then, she began to slowly pull the green camisole over her head, using one hand to caress her flat little belly. She lowered the cami a few times, teasing him. Then she brought it off her belly and reached inside her little green panties with one hand. She looked him right in the eyes as she did it. “You always looked at me like you thought I was pretty, but you never looked at me like THAT before!” she said with a smile. She began to raise the cami even further. Once it got high enough to expose her generous breasts, Rex forgot about the show. He rose from the bed and began to kiss and fondle her fourteen-year-old tits. She finished pulling the cami over her head and wrapped her arms around the back of his head. “Oh, my god,” she moaned. “Oh, my fucking god.” Rex was nearly out of control. He had dreamt of her many times, and here she was, better than the dreams by a hundredfold. His dreams didn’t give him the sensations of smell and the incredible warmth of her smooth creamy skin. He plunged his hand into her panties and found her hot slit. She was soaking wet and somehow softer than any girl he’d ever had. “Unbelievable!” he whispered urgently. He spun her to the bed and sat her down on the edge. He snatched the panties away and pushed her gently back onto the bed. He buried his face in her red pubic hair and kissed her mons before sliding down and kissing her labia. He found her slender clit and took it into his mouth with a sucking motion. Mandy shrieked loudly. She hadn’t expected the voracious attack on her sex. Rex searched her memory quickly and found that none of the boys or men who had received her oral pleasure had returned the favor. Ungrateful bastards? Partly, but Mandy hadn’t really wanted to spread herself for them either. Rex slowed his wild attempts and sought to give her gentle pleasure. Mandy responded to his calmness with wildness on her part. She wrapped her legs around his head and grabbed his hair, pulling it somewhat hard. The slight pain reignited his wild side. “Yes!” she said as he began to suck at her clit and slide a finger into her tight channel. “Yes, love me!” Rex was beginning to believe he did. Mandy was thrashing a bit and grinding his face into her. He had no doubt that he was going to send her over at any moment. He gave her another command. “Cum hard for me, Babydoll!” The push might have been unneeded, but he wanted to make sure her pleasure was intense. Mandy screamed and raised her hips off the bed as she continued to hold him tightly to her wet little pussy. There were no words in her squeals as she began to cum. Rex could tell that every part of her body was affected by the orgasm. When she was done, her muscles trembled as if she had just run for miles. He held the quivering angel in his arms and let her find her breath and her senses. “You’re some kind of god or something,” she said breathlessly. “The way I felt. That’s not even possible!” “How do you feel now?” “Like my senses never worked before. Like I’d never been touched by human hands before. I want to be in this moment forever.” “I think that’s a little out of my reach, baby girl.” He decided to revive her strength a bit. “Then let’s do the next thing, Rex. I want to know how that feels.” Rex kissed her and rolled her to her back. Mandy began to stroke him, and pulled him gently toward her opening. Well, he might have been using some powers to make everything happen right, but he damned sure was working with a girl who wanted to make love to him. “Take me, Rex. Love me.” She had asked for his love once before. “I can’t be yours forever, angel. But I do love you, and I always will.” He wasn’t compelled to tell the truth, but he meant every word of what he had just said to her. He let her guide him to her opening and then slowly pushed into her. She was tight; that was hardly a surprise. What did strike him was how incredibly warm she was. He had done this many times, but no woman, none of the high school girlfriends he’d had, could match the intense warmth of her body. “Oh, Mandy, you are so hot.” She giggled girlishly at what she took as a compliment on her figure. Rex hit her hymen, but it gave way easily. It must have been partially torn already. He was sure a girl like this masturbated pretty vigorously. She squeaked a little and gripped him tightly. “I thought it was supposed to hurt worse than that,” she said with a sense of great relief. “It feels wonderful now.” Rex bottomed out in her tight snatch. She squeaked again as she stretched to adjust to the mass of a man inside her for the first time. She caught her breath and began to talk excitedly. “Holy fucking shit! I took the whole thing! Make love to me now. It’s incredible!” Rex began to move slowly in and out of her, and he kissed her over and over. “Oh my fucking god!” she whispered. Rex guessed that was what he’d become. Damned near at least. He placed his lips tenderly on hers and then moved them to her forehead, her neck, her ears, even her eyelids. He was making love to her, not fucking her. Rex may have been bordering on godhood, but it was he who worshipped her. He felt her body react to his gentle ministrations. Her temperature increased even more; her vaginal walls swelled slightly with excitement; her breaths became sharp and quick; her legs came up and wrapped around his haunches, urging him into her. “Oh, it’s love,” she cooed. “It’s love you put inside me.” His body was reacting as well, but it was his heart and soul that were more affected than they had ever been in the past. Never had a lover moved him so deeply. He could sense her pleasure now. With every drive deep inside her tight little pussy came a rebound of emotional pleasure from her that exceeded the physical pleasure either was feeling. Rex had not been expecting that. The mere physical sensations were better than any he had ever experienced in his life. Was this an effect of being a god? He concentrated for a moment and wished away any magical effects. He could no longer directly experience her pleasure, but his own was still incredible. Mandy was just that good physically, but it was her heart that had bordered on the magical. Her love for him was innocent and trusting, but her desires were lusty—filthy even. They made a cocktail he had never imagined. Satisfied that she was everything he had imagined and more, he touched her mind and heart again. This time, he let some of his own mind and heart flow into hers as well. “Oh god, Rex, you love me that much?” she squealed and held him tightly, placing her chin on his shoulder. He continued to thrust into her as he felt her tears of joy trickle down his shoulder. He was nearing his own climax now, and knew she was close to hers as well. “Cum hard for me, my love,” she said, remembering that he had given her the same wish. Rex felt the contractions at the base of his shaft as the jets of semen raced toward their release. When he came in her, it triggered her climax as well. The timing was perfect. The two lovers enjoyed an incredible moment of ecstasy and sharing. Rex saw glimpses of the carnal fantasies he was still amazed the sweet girl had, but he also saw again that she was a creature of innocent love. He held on tightly to the love. As their bodies poured forth their declarations of utmost pleasure, their hearts nearly burst with affection. Rex collapsed on top of her, scarcely able to move. Mandy’s body fell limp to the mattress. She’d lost consciousness. Rex could still hear her breathing and feel her heartbeat. He did not fear that he had harmed her. He knew how joyous the moment had been for her. She was simply overwhelmed. The respite gave him a moment to collect his thoughts. He was going to continue with her yet today. He could revitalize her, even take away any soreness. He knew how much they cared for one another, and how his powers protected her from harm. There was really nothing holding him back from doing anything he wanted. He also knew that he was going to visit her foster parents and clear up a few things to make her life there more enjoyable. It would help them be happier with each other as well. He would then go to her school and find some kids her age and make sure that she had the friends she needed. Her loneliness was guiding her romantic choices with her boyfriend. After that, though, whatever the two of them did together was their own business. Then, he needed to visit her biological parents. He would have punished them for what they had let other men do to Mandy, but he could sense that Mandy held no animosity toward them, only pity that they were such “sad, fucked-up people.” He knew he would have to add one final thing. She needed to be able to enjoy normal romantic and sexual relationships. An experience like this could ruin her in that way. He would not make her forget what they had done as long as it made her happy, but he would prevent her from telling anyone. He’d see to it that it became a pleasure for her to have this secret moment with him. Decisions made, he focused on his body and recharged it. Then, after watching his beautiful Babydoll Crush sleep for a while, he gave her all her strength back. After a few seconds, her eyelids fluttered. “Did I pass out?” she asked. “For a little bit.” “Does that normally ever happen?” “No, we’re special together.” “I didn’t THINK it was supposed to be quite this good. If it was, all people would ever do is make love all day long,” she said, calmly accepting the impossible situation. She was right about the pleasure of this kind of lovemaking being such a rush that people would lose themselves in it. Rex was beginning to understand the randy behavior of the Olympians in the old days. “I’ve never had a better lover, Mandy. Even if there was nothing extra-special going on, you would have been far better than anyone I’ve ever known.” “I got that. I could feel what you were feeling sometimes. Do you REALLY want to fuck my tits?” “Of course I really want to fuck your tits. Do you really want me to go to that other place?” “I sort of really do. I-I spied on my parents doing it. It was filthy, but they were so turned on. I’ve always wanted to try it, but only with someone special. ‘Someone-s’ don’t get more special than you.” “Okay, we’ll start there,” Rex said, shaking his head. “Time to get filthy with my Babydoll Crush.” “You really like that Babydoll thing, don’t you? I cannot believe how much I turn you on!” She grinned with pride. “Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded, not allowing her the time to become too impossibly pleased with herself. She followed his order, but gave him a surprise. She ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs of the empty house. Rex followed her and found her on all fours as he’d commanded, but in the middle of the living room. “It’s even filthier doing it here,” she said with an impish grin. Rex impulsively spanked her on her white little ass. “Uh-oh,” she said, looking up at the fledgling god that had just given her a firm but playful smack, “I liked that. I’m going to be a total freak aren’t I?” “In the best way,” he said, stroking the gorgeous bottom he had just spanked. “Your future lovers are in for tremendous thrills, little girl.” He was kneeling behind her now. He reached under her and began to massage her breasts. “God, you got some tits on you, little one.” “Oh, that feels good,” she moaned. “Pinch the nipples a little harder… please.” Rex obliged and leaned over her from behind, letting his cock slide between her legs. “Oh, I love that,” she said, and began to slide her hips to tease herself along the length of his shaft. Rex grinned and began to slide his head down her back, kissing her along the spine as he descended. He stayed between her legs as long as he could, but slid out to allow himself to keep kissing further down. He eventually let go of her nipples and placed both hands on her hips. Then, he started the filthy thing she had imagined him doing. Taking his left hand from her hip, he used two fingers to open her cheeks a little wider and stuck his tongue between them. “I am such a nasty little slut,” she hissed and then laughed nervously. He ignored that; he knew that she understood how wonderfully loving she had been in their tender encounter. If she wanted to think of herself as filthy as well, that was okay. The best lovers can be both. He pushed his tongue all the way to the little bud of her ass. He tongued her fiercely for a long time. She called herself names and dug her fingers furiously into her sex as she ground. “Finger it,” she hissed. Rex took a finger and slowly pressed it into her tight little ass. Once she figured out how to let it in, she squealed in delight and ground even harder. “Fuck my cunt,” she said. “Fuck it hard.” Rex was beyond his ability to hold back from her any longer. He slid his cock up to her and drove into her. He kept the finger in her ass as he took her pussy roughly from behind. Mandy dug her fingers into the carpet and struggled to stay in place. Slowly, she slid forward from his hard fucking. Finally, she was at the base of the wall. She pressed her hands against it and was able to hold position. Rex willed her rug burns gone as he continued to hammer into her impossibly hot snatch. He had decided not to use any special powers to enhance the pleasure during this session, and it was still incredible for him, and seemingly for her. “Please,” she said. “Go ahead now. I’m going to sooner or later. I want it to be you.” Rex cheated a little and wished up a tube of KY and began to lubricate her. When he went to bed on Tuesday night, he didn’t think he’d be fucking a fourteen-year-old girl up the ass late Wednesday morning. He hadn’t even thought he would really do it ten minutes ago. He’d fantasized about it when Mandy was crawling around his legs looking for her “lost contact,” but it wasn’t even a possibility at the time. Now, he was finishing the preparations for driving his cock into Mandy’s rectum. “I’m a dirty little whore,” she said with an odd inflection. He wasn’t visiting her mind and missed what she was doing. “I’m your fucking dirty little whore,” she said with more force. Rex caught it this time. “You are my sweet, beautiful little whore,” he said as he pushed the head of his cock slowly into her. She tried to smile and scream at the same time, creating an enticing image of lusty beauty. He got the head past the ring of muscles. The scream won out. Mandy was not shy about making noise, and feeling a grown man slide into her lubricated but very tight asshole elicited an incredible wail. Rex snuck a quick peek into her mind. It hurt, but she was okay, and she wanted to continue. He had never expected so young and sweet a girl to have such a wildly complex set of emotions. Rex found that she genuinely craved the dirty language as a release of her darkest emotions. “You like my cock in your ass, don’t you, little bitch?” he offered a little more meekly than he’d intended. “YES!” she grunted, seeming to be more turned on than before. Rex was the one having difficulty with the dirty words. “Mandy, I love you!” he said a little desperately. “I love you, too, Rex,” she whispered with sincerity. “It’s okay though. Say it.” She waited for Rex; the words were fighting to stay in his mouth. “I’m a horny little fuck slut!” she added far more loudly. “Take it, sweet little fuck whore,” he said, trying to sound cold and failing miserably. But he drove his cock deep into her, prompting another scream of pain. He began to work it in and out, not quite going as deep as he could. Each stroke took him just a tiny bit deeper. He used his power to lessen the pain. “DON’T!” she said, sensing that he was somehow bending the reality of the situation. Rex gave in to his darkest impulses and began to throw himself in and out of her with abandon. “Oh, my fucking god!” she cried. “It hurts! Don’t stop!” Rex fed on the slightly masochistic side of his little angel. His mind was saturated with lust for her. Rex snuck one hand from her hip and reached around to roughly pleasure her clit. Mandy began to get wild. The combination of completely human sensations had her more excited than anything she had ever experienced short of her magical lovemaking with Rex. “You filthy little angel!” Rex cried. “My sweet Babydoll assfuck!” He was into it now, all of it. He was beginning to love how dirty it was. He still felt some guilt over taking this middle school girl, but when he was pistoning in and out of her ass and swearing, it somehow helped him let it go. Hell, if she liked it like this, she didn’t need to be sheltered from the man who adored her. “I am gonna cum in your sweet little asshole, fuck love!” Rex was realizing he was beyond horrible at filthy talk, but Mandy took what he gave and ran with it. “Fuck it. Fuck my ass!” she urged. “I’m your little whore, Rex!” Rex couldn’t help it. He snuck another peek into her mind. He had to know where this came from. She had told him she secretly watched her father do this to her mother. She had heard her mother scream filthy words of pleasure. She had seen her mother’s ecstasy, and Mandy accepted the combination of pain and pleasure, love and depravity, as perfectly normal. Her parents were criminals, and rarely gave Mandy the love she deserved, but they were madly and passionately in love with one another. Mandy had taken it all in, and in her precocious way, sort of understood it. To her, their twisted love for each other was the sign that they were more than just heartless felons. She had been waiting since the onset of her puberty at age nine to find someone she trusted enough to make her feel she was as capable of wild love as they were. “Cum in me, baby! Lose yourself in me!” the little girl’s thoughts screamed in his brain. Rex had already been nearly there, but being inside her mind and feeling her desire for his cum added fuel to his climax. He filled her tiny, round ass with long white strings of semen. “Oh, my sweet, sweet little whore,” he said breathlessly as he slid from her. Mandy rolled to her back and began to finger herself as Rex looked at her amazing little body. He lifted her legs and watched his cum run from her bottom onto the white carpet. He’d leave that stain for the landlord to figure out. As he watched her frantically grind against her fingers, his body recovered very quickly, and he was hard again. He didn’t think he’d used any powers to make that happen. Mandy was simply that enticing. Rex let go of her legs and straddled her chest. He was still slick from his cum and the lubricant. He squeezed her tits together and began wildly fucking them. He heard a frustrated moan as she could no longer reach her pussy. He cheated and let his mind stimulate her clit. She looked up at him in wonder and mouthed, “Thank you.” He loved fucking her perfect young tits, but he could tell she was growing tired. He bumped himself along and fell into synch with her. She was nearly there. As she began to buck her hips, against the invisible stimulation, he let himself unleash all over her neck and chin. She climaxed a second later, beginning before he was finished. “Oh, Rex,” she said quietly when they were done. “This was unreal. I love you.” “I love you too, Babydoll. I love you more than I can say; I’m glad you were able to feel it. I’m going to put you back upstairs to sleep for a bit while I do some errands. I’ll be there when you wake.” She nodded, again accepting the impossible. Rex put a magical seal on the bedroom door in case the landlord turned up to show the house. He visited her school and her foster home and set things right for her. He somehow knew he couldn’t change someone’s entire personality over the long run, but he could make good people take a kindly attitude toward her. Her foster mother was a good person who wanted to love Mandy, and there were kids at school who would be glad to have the pretty and profane girl as a friend. The kids who most wanted her company had been a little afraid of her. She seemed almost “too cool” for them. They just needed a push in her direction. He made the trip to the men’s and women’s penitentiary and commanded her parents to love her—and show their love by not fucking up her life. The commands touched their desires to do right by her and bolstered their previously weak resolve. They would not try to regain custody and ruin Mandy’s chances in this world, but they would let her know that they cared about her and wanted the best for her—from afar. In the end, Rex returned and visited Mandy’s mind to make sure she was “in a good place.” She was; everything she had done with him was something she had wanted to do, and it all turned out to be better than she had ever hoped. Satisfied, he woke her and returned her to the school office, making sure that no one questioned how long she’d been gone. It was lunch hour. He walked her to the cafeteria, cloaked them in invisibility for a moment and gave her a long and tender kiss goodbye. They whispered of their love and promised that they would do it all again sometime, but they understood that they were not a regular couple and probably never would be. He released the cloak and watched as—to her surprise—a group of nice kids beckoned her to join them at their table. He had done well by her, he supposed. By the gods, he loved his Babydoll Crush. “Lunch, my place, right about… NOW!” he heard Hermes say in his mind. He found himself seated in the grand room of Olympus again. The table was small and round now, an intimate setting. The other three new gods were all there as well. “Well, well, well,” Hermes laughed. “Noon of the first day and everyone reeks of cum already! Funny what the first thing we go for is; isn’t it?” “Not much of a surprise for me,” Jason said with a grin. “I’m a teenage boy.” Rex could now tell by his accent that Jason was from Boston. And he did have to agree that it wasn’t much of a surprise what Jason had done. What teenage boy wouldn’t? Rex’s actions were far more surprising and questionable. “And you damn near wore out the whole Lansbury High girls’ cross country team!” Hermes declared gleefully. “You covered your tracks well, though, boy. That’s all we care about.” The god looked to Calliope. “Some of us made exes crawl and beg,” he said. “Perfectly acceptable. No one was permanently damaged, but that boy is certainly never going to treat you poorly again.” Calliope squirmed in her seat and started to speak. She changed her mind and simply shrugged with a sheepish smile. Rex was yet to hear her speak, but was deciding he kind of liked Calliope. “Some of us went young,” Hermes said, looking at Rex, but then turned to Penelope. “Some of us went even younger.” “I didn’t hurt her,” Penelope protested, turning red-faced with shame. “No one said you did, Penelope. As the big guy said, ‘if it floats your boat….’” “Well, it’s kind of a special circum—“ “I was done talking to you,” Hermes said and all sound stopped coming out of Penelope’s mouth. “You, Rex, had the most intense experience of all. Would you like to share?” “I-I,” he stammered and looked down. Then, he found his courage. “I made love to, and then fucked, a beautiful fourteen-year-old girl that I had a Babydoll Crush on. I kind of fell in love along the way.” “Succinctly put and no excuses,” Hermes said. “How do you feel about it?” “Happy for the good things I did for her, and guilty for absolutely abandoning my own personal code of conduct.” “Again, honest and clear. The rules are different when you know you can make sure you won’t hurt your lovers in the end. You’re light years ahead of where some of the Olympians were at this point, Rex. What do you think you’re doing tomorrow?” “Well, this afternoon I’m probably going to do the same thing with a different girl,” Rex admitted with a sigh. “Tomorrow, I’m not sure, but I’m guessing it will be pretty similar.” “Oh, you’re just starting out, Rex. Wait until you see what you do once you really get a feel for the possibilities.” The messenger god looked to each of them as he spoke. “You will all feel the horrible strain of your power soon enough. Every enemy or tormentor you have ever had can be punished. Every fantasy, no matter how cruel or dark, is a possibility. You will likely explore all of this. After all, you’re still only human.” Hermes took a long pull from his goblet of nectar. “Try the ambrosia; it’s fresh.” The messenger god smiled. “Oh, my, my, my. Tomorrow is going to be an INTERESTING day.” |
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