Heiress to Villainy - Schrodinger's Pussy

Base Reality

"Just talk to him!" My best friend Elyssa insisted. "He's just a person."

"What if I say the wrong thing and he thinks I'm boring or stupid?" I whined back. In eighth grade I was pretty insecure.

"Gretchen, he already knows who you are - you've been going to school together for two years," she reasoned. "If he likes you, he's going to look for reasons to like what you have to say, or excuse them if he can't."

"And if he doesn't?" I replied.

"Then to hell with him." Her naked feet pressed on my hips and gave me a shove of encouragement, sliding me a foot on the couch. I was spending the night at her place, despite it being a school night, because my mom had to go out of town.

"And if he's never given me a thought either way?"

"Impossible," Elyssa insisted. Her smile gave me some confidence.

"It's just - everything I think of to talk to him about always sounds so stupid in my head. Ahhh!" I flopped against Elyssa. "I wish life was like video game and I could just go back to my last save point if I made a bad dialog choice."

"Hmm," Dr. Sykora said conspicuously. He was in his pajamas, passing by from the kitchen with a cup of tea.

"What is it, Dad?" Elyssa asked patronizingly. "Have you got some kind of memory-wipe ray gun to help teenage girls talk to boys or something?" She rolled her eyes dramatically.

A lot of people referred to Dr. Sykora as a mad scientist or even evil scientist - a label that he did nothing to discourage. Most people thought it was a joke, but I knew better. For years Elyssa and I had been playing with his miraculous inventions when he wasn't looking. And whenever I overheard business phone calls, he did sort of sound like a Bond villain.

"No, nothing like that. Forget I said anything," he told us.

Elyssa sighed and gave him an expectant look. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of fishing for what he clearly wanted to say to us.

"Well, there is an experiment I've been meaning to run. Perhaps Gretchen would be interested." I sat up and gave him my full attention. "I've finished refining a device. When you activate it, it puts you into a temporary alternate universe, just like the one you started in. Regardless of whatever you do there, you'll return to this universe at the exact moment you left. Nobody but you will know anything about your adventure. It's sort of like the save file that Gretchen was discussing."

"And the other world just blinks out of existence?" I asked with wonder.

"Effectively."

Elyssa took my hand. "Come on, Gretchen. You don't need a crutch like this. Boys and girls have been talking to each other since the dawn of time. It's easy."

"Easy for you to say," I frowned. Elyssa was my best friend, but it was difficult living in her shadow. Everywhere she went, she was always the smartest, the prettiest, the most athletic, the most poised. There was literally nothing that I was better than her at - and very few people could claim differently.

"Besides," I went on, "wouldn't it be cool to be able to do anything, and not have to worry about the consequence? Ooh, could I rob a bank?" I asked, turning back to Dr. Sykora.

"You could try...," he answered.

"And if they shot me a dozen times and killed me?" I pressed, more excited about the idea than I should have been.

"Then you would return here, perfectly healthy, with some very unpleasant memories."

"Awesome! When do I start?" I asked, bouncing on my knees on the couch.

"After breakfast, before school."

After muffins and yogurt the next morning, Dr. Sykora sat me in a chair surrounded by all sorts of high-tech boxes and readouts, and he gave me a bracelet. It looked like a cheap fitness tracker with no display. At first it was a bluish gray color.

The doctor poked at computers for fifteen minutes while I fidgeted and Elyssa watched with concern. I felt special, like an astronaut. I was an ordinary fourteen year old girl about to pave new frontiers in science! Finally he knelt in front of me.

He held up my hand. "When this bracelet is green, you're in the temporary timeline; when it's gray, you're in the real one. Don't confuse the two. You can reset to the start of the timeline at any time by pressing the button five times quickly. If you take off the bracelet, or the battery runs out, you'll exit the experiment and come back to this reality. That will happen after about thirty hours, but before that happens it will get hot - hot enough to burn you."

"When you get back," he continued, "I insist on a thorough debriefing. What you tell me will be kept in confidence without judgment, but you must be completely frank. I will be giving you a truth agent to be sure you don't leave anything out. You can reset as many times as you'd like, but once you come back here, you won't get another chance."

"I'm excited," I blathered. Elyssa looked at me like she supported me one hundred percent even though she thought I was making a mistake.

The doctor pressed a few more keys on his machines, my bracelet turned algae-green, and then he told us to get ready for school.

Fork 1

"So now that you've got super powers, do you think you'll talk to Freddie?" Elyssa asked on the ride to school.

"Yeah - I'm feeling really good about it," I answered.

It was tough concentrating in Algebra class, but I'm good at math so I figured it would all click when I did my homework.

We had a test in Social Studies. I had to really scrape my brain to find the answers, and even then I wasn't all that confident. I figured I'd get a B. I was disappointed in myself.

Eventually lunch time came around, and I fought with myself for the courage to talk to Freddie. He was with his friends and if I talked to him I'd be interrupting. "It's not supposed to be this hard!" I muttered to Elyssa.

"Just say hi, and don't worry about it beyond that. If it doesn't work out you can try again," Elyssa told me, and then gave me a shove.

Somehow I managed to do the impossible and approached the guy I liked. "Hey, Freddie. Guys." After a short but painful pause I added, "What did you think of the test?"

"Pretty easy, I guess. Probably got an A," he answered. In the time it took him to say that, his eyes darted over my shoulder to where I knew Elyssa was still standing, twenty feet away, twice.

"I know I missed a few," told him.

His eyes stayed locked on Elyssa for a couple seconds before he spoke again. "Hey, um, William's having a party tonight. It would be really cool if you and Elyssa came."

"Really?" I asked, bright-eyed.

"Yeah, totally."

The boys' Physical Education coach was missing, so the girls' coach was watching both classes. She spent the whole time on her phone arguing with her mechanic or accountant or someone, so we were effectively unsupervised.

I got so horny watching the guys in their shorts doing sprints and hurdles. A couple of them had ripped open the sides of their gym shirts so I could sometimes see glimpses of their sweaty chests. I couldn't understand how other girls could keep their cool around hot guys.

Ours was a small private middle-school; there were only about seventy kids in our eighth grade class. Half of them were boys, and half of the boys had P.E. at the same time as me. Of those, about two-thirds were guys that I wanted to do me. Freddie was my crush, of course, but some slutty animal part of my brain kept creating fantasies to compare them. Steph kept giving me dirty looks, because she was an evil bitch.

Elyssa and I went to my house so I could change before the party: I went with jeans, boots, and a dressy top instead of the shorts and polo shirt I had been wearing at school. The top I chose was green. Elyssa and I agreed that it went with my multiverse-cheat bracelet, and contrasted nicely with my strawberry blonde hair. I wanted to wear contacts, but my mom forgot to order new ones for me a week before, so I had to stick with my glasses.

Elyssa stayed in her clothes from school: jeans, a tight crop-top, and an open flannel shirt. It didn't matter - she always looked amazing in anything. Everything she wore flattered her chest, hips, legs, whatever. She was an eighth grader with a swimsuit model's figure. Everything looked tight on her.

The party wasn't like high schoolers have: there was no beer, and William's parents were home although they stayed in their bedroom. But there was music and snacks and people seemed to be in a good mood. It quickly became obvious, though, that Freddie had only invited me to get Elyssa to come. Any time the three of us were together he was talking to her, and when she found an excuse to leave, he left soon after.

I hit the button to reset back to a new temporary timeline on the ride home.

Fork 2

"So now that you've got super powers, do you think you'll talk to Freddie?" Elyssa asked, again, on the ride to school.

"I did last time," I told her.

She shook her head. "Oh, right. So this is...?"

"Number two," I declared. "Look, Elyssa, I need you to do something for me, okay? I need you to be cold to Freddie, okay? Like, go out of your way for it."

She frowned. "Why? I don't want to be mean."

"I know, but... He won't give me the time of day if he thinks he's got a chance with you. Maybe if you push him away, there will be more room for me?"

She glanced at my bracelet before answering. "Whatever you need, Gretch."

I definitely couldn't concentrate in Algebra this time, and when Social Studies came around, I kicked myself for not remembering to look up the answers to the test. I did the best I could. In P.E. I daydreamed about hot guys again.

Elyssa suggested that I go to the party without her, but I figured it would be better if she were there, actively snubbing Freddie. She tried to dress unattractively, but she still looked like a supermodel.

Freddie and I actually sort of bonded over his complaints about how Elyssa was treating him. That's how it started, anyway. And I sort of let it slip that she planned to not have sex until college. But then we found other stuff to talk about. We actually liked a lot of the same movies and music. He said he'd always liked redheads.

We took a walk around the pool and stopped to look at the waterfall. I don't know how I found the courage, but I moved real close to him and rested my head on his chest. Then, he lifted my chin with his finger and he kissed me. My first kiss! While we were kissing he even put his hand on my boob. I whispered that he could go under my shirt if he wanted, and so he did. That was so intense! It wasn't the actual boob-touching that shocked me - I still had my bra on after all - but just feeling his hand sliding up the skin of my belly and ribs overloaded my brain. This was a boy, actually touching me!

William's parents started flashing the lights and rounding kids up: it was time to go home. I told Elyssa everything on the drive back to her house, and she was super excited for me.

"So are you done now? You've figured out how to talk to Freddie," Elyssa suggested.

"Not just yet - I can do it better." I pressed the reset button.

Fork 3

"So now that you've got super powers, do you think you'll talk to Freddie?" Elyssa asked. I smiled, thinking this was just like Groundhog Day.

"I already did," I said, smiling secretively. "Second base!" We both glanced to the front seat to see if Dr. Sykora had heard.

"Maybe this time when I'm done smooching, I'll grab a kitchen knife and stick it in Steph's neck.

"Gretchen, no!" Elyssa scolded.

"Why not?" I defended myself. "None of this is real. Or, at least, permanent. You all are going to blink out of existence when I'm done anyway. She'll be alive and well in the real timeline, and never know that I murdered her for fun."

"Gretchen, how can you be so sure that we all cease to exist? You go back to your timeline, but maybe this one continues on without you, with a dead girl, grieving parents, and a mortified best friend. And maybe there's a Gretchen that goes on in this world, split apart from you at the instant you leave, who'll spend the rest of her life in prison wondering why my dad's device failed."

I rolled my eyes. "That's not how it works. Dr. Sykora, is that how it works, or does this world just go poof?"

Dr. Sykora had the most amazing condescending smile that he saved for special occasions. I caught a peek of it then. "It's not appropriate for me to discuss such matters while the experiment is ongoing."

Elyssa scoffed. "You wouldn't be saying that if it were your throat she was thinking about cutting, Dad." Dr. Sykora shrugged.

I doodled during Algebra, until Mr. Wurmlinger called me out for not paying attention. Then I remembered that I had a test next period, so I looked up the answers to its questions. Forty minutes later, I aced my Social Studies test.

Armed with the knowledge of Freddie's interests, I managed to spend some of lunch talking to him alone. I sort of engineered a situation where I could put my head on his chest again. He didn't kiss me, so I kissed him, and he seemed to like it.

During P.E. I waved, winked, and smiled at him. This time I wasn't thinking about sex with all of the hot guys at school - just him. As the period went on, the idea became less of a daydream and more of a plan. I mean, yeah, I knew I was too young to be having sex, and he'd probably reject me. But on the other hand, I really wanted his naked body. And this world was temporary: I couldn't get pregnant or catch an STD, and I wouldn't have to worry about what people said about me because after I pressed the button on my bracelet, it wouldn't have ever happened. I could stay a virgin in the real reality, but in this one, I was determined to score some dick!

I told Elyssa about my plan at my house before the party. She expressed misgivings, but eventually came around to supportive. I chose a skirt for the party this time; Freddie likes girls who wear skirts.

Having laid the foundation for an intimate relationship with Freddie at lunch, and confident that I can always undo any result I don't like, I was bold. When he came back to me with a diet soda, I whispered to him, "I want you to take my virginity."

He was surprised. "What, here? Now?" I nodded.

"We can't - William's parents are home," he insisted. I was pretty sure he wanted to - he looked panicked like he was giving up his only opportunity to have sex. I confess I hadn't given any thought where we'd do it.

My brain whirred and settled on an idea. "Come with me," I said, leading him by the hand.

There was a house two doors down that seemed to be unoccupied: there were packages out front, and a couple soggy newspaper-type advertisements that suggested nobody had been there for a few days. I rang the doorbell to be sure. Freddie looked nervous and confused. He had every right to be - I never would have done something like this if I didn't have an escape button. After waiting a little bit, I took Freddie's jacket, broke the glass on the front door window, and reached in to unlock the door. I liked the idea that Freddie must have thought I was a bad girl in pursuit of sex.

Unfortunately, as soon as I opened the door, sirens blared and neighbors' lights came on. I hit my reset button.

Fork 4

I mostly tried to do everything the same this time. Mostly. On my Social Studies test I wrote in smart-ass answers instead of real ones.

I didn't go straight into the party after being dropped off - instead I scouted the neighborhood. There was a house with a for-sale sign in front and a realtor's key box. I broke in and looked around. It was obvious that nobody was living there. It was cold, and most of the furniture was gone, but there was a twin bed with blankets and sheets, and the heat came on when I messed with the thermostat. It would be a nice place lose my virginity.

So, I went back to the party, snuggled up to Freddie, and once again lured him away with the promise of deflowering me. He took some convincing to enter the vacant house with the broken window, but once we sat on the bed and started kissing he was completely on board.

I put my hand on his crotch and felt a cock - covered with fabric - for the first time. I knew what a cock was, of course, but I was unprepared for how weird it was to touch one. It was this hard tube, in his pants, connected to his body. I squeezed it and rolled in around in my hands, trying to imagine what it would look like once I got it out.

Meanwhile, Freddie was talking off my sweater, and then struggling to solve the puzzle of my bra. I kind of wanted to laugh, but I didn't want to be mean. Eventually he stood up and moved behind me so that he could see what his fingers were doing, and managed to unhook me. I took that opportunity to take off his pants, but his dick remained trapped in the cotton cage of his tighty whities.

His hands on my breasts - my bare breasts! - was simply overpowering. He was touching me in a place that I'd never been touched before - that nobody was ever supposed to touch! I could tell that this was all new to him too, and I liked that we were experiencing it for the first time together. He tried sucking on my nipples but I had to stop him - that was just way too intense.

I scrambled out of my tights and panties to tell him I was ready. He took off his shirt and underpants with equal haste, and then he knelt on top of me. I helped position his dick, and then he penetrated me, little by little. I was gasping the whole time, and Freddie stopped to ask if I was okay. I smiled and nodded vigorously, and put my hands on his sides.

The experience was something totally new: my pussy had never given me feelings like that in all of my solo experimentation. There was a COCK working its way inside of me, and opening up a piece of me that had always been locked away before. Freddie's arms were trembling, and he looked uncertain and innocent, while he pushed more of himself inside me.

The feeling was even better when his movements became a steady rocking and his cock pistoned in and out. I closed my eyes and grabbed his shoulders with my mouth hanging open. All I could think was, Yes, this, forever!

And then he stopped. At first I didn't actually realize why. And then his dick fell out.

"You just came?" I asked him sweetly.

Freddie nodded. Then, he moved to sit back on the bed between my legs and he panicked. "Oh my god I just came inside you! We didn't use a rubber!" He was staring at my pussy; maybe he could see his come leaking out of it - I don't know.

I sat partly up and stroked his face. "It's okay - I won't get pregnant," I told him. He looked doubtful so I added, "I'm on the pill." That seemed easier than trying to explain looping through time.

We snuggled together for a bit, and I contemplated the mess we'd made between my legs on the bed. I asked him if we could do it again, and he was willing, but I could only get him partly hard and things got awkward.

My skirt had gotten wet from the come and sex juices, but I wore it like a badge of honor back into the party - not that anyone noticed. Elyssa and I went home and talked excitedly until we couldn't stay up any more. I woke up to the feeling of the bracelet burning my wrist, so I hit the reset button.

Fork 5

"So now that you've got super powers, do you think you'll talk to Freddie?"

I beamed and whispered, "We did it!"

Elyssa's eyes went wide. "You did it it?" She whispered back. I nodded.

"God! I hate you for not letting me be there for you after!" She said playfully.

"But you were!" I explained.

"Well...," she took a minute to think about it. "I mean, I was there, but not me."

"I will never get tired of telling you about it," I told her with a hug.

"So tell me! How was it?" We weren't being quite so covert with out whispers, and Dr. Sykora glanced back at us in the rear-view mirror.

"So good! But short," I confessed.

"How short?"

"Like, less than a minute," I said with a grin.

"Oof," she exclaimed. "So you didn't...?"

"Not even. But it felt so good anyway!" I gushed.

Elyssa glanced at my bracelet. It was green, of course. "And now you're looping again?" She asked leadingly.

"I want to see if I can find a way to make it last longer," I said with a naughty smirk.

I ditched Algebra to shoplift candy from the drug store. I could have paid for it, but I relished being bad, even if it wasn't real.

I didn't make it back in time for Social Studies, so I snuck around until the start of the next period. Nobody was in the main office when I crept past, but there was a purse on the counter so I figured someone must be nearby. I spent the rest of my time reading about sex on the Internet.

I chatted Freddie up at lunch, and kissed him, as was now usual.

Once everyone was distracted enough in P.E., I coaxed Freddie to come with me to one of the baseball dugouts. I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled his chest. "I want you to do me tonight at the party," I told him. "It'll be my first time."

"What, really?" He asked with exactly the amount of surprise I expected.

"Mmm-hmm," I said. I stepped back and looked into his eyes. "I think it can be really special." He smiled like he couldn't believe his luck. "Don't be offended, but I want to be sure that you can, you know, last."

He looked like he wanted to say something - make promises, maybe - but I kept talking. "So if it's all right with you, I'd like to get you off now, so that you'll be more relaxed tonight. I've never given a blowjob, but I bet we can figure it out."

His jaw dropped and he stammered. "Ah, uh... Is that safe?"

I laughed. "Why wouldn't it be?" I smiled.

"Because of those," he said, pointing to my face. "Your braces."

"Well, I mean, I'm not supposed to use my teeth at all, right?" I countered. I started to get insecure. "It doesn't have to be a blowjob, I guess. I could try it with my hands if you want." As soon as I said that I worried even more. I had read articles on giving blowjobs before, but never anything about handjobs.

"No! We can try a blowjob! I'm sure it will be fine!" He was quick to say.

Freddie didn't sit down or anything, so I got down on my knees and pulled his shorts down. The cement felt rough on my knees. I played with his dick in my hands a little, just to get a feel for it, before giving it a lick. It didn't really taste like anything, so I took the whole tip into my mouth and swirled my tongue all around it. That's when he groaned.

The waistband of his underwear kept sliding up his dick, getting in my way. I solved that by tucking it under his balls. That made him groan too.

He started to sway like he was going to lose his balance. I was worried for him, so I pulled him down onto the bench and laid him on his back. I straddled the bench and put his dick back in my mouth. From this position it felt natural to bob up and down, so I tried that. My ponytail bounced all around while I sucked him. Seconds later he gasped and began his orgasm. He shot five squirts of come into my mouth, and I swallowed them all. I thought he was done so I sat up, but then his dick pulsed three more times and dribbled a couple more globs down onto his balls.

He was speechless and I didn't want anyone to see us leaving together anyway, so I told him, "See you at the party, okay?" And I left.

Naturally I prepped the for-sale house before entering the party. Elyssa followed and watched, curious about why I was so focused. This time I broke a window at the back door to get in, and then unlocked the front door, figuring that Freddie would freak out less if he didn't see broken glass.

The instant I walked into the party, Steph Randolf yelled, "Slut!" I confess it got to me, but Elyssa led me off to another room and distracted me until I had forgotten about it. Just as soon as I went to look Freddie, though, I passed Steph in the hall. "Trailer trash," she said accusingly as we passed.

I was immediately embarrassed and angry. I was too flustered to think of anything good to say, and instead of keeping my mouth shut I blurted, "You're just jealous!"

"Jealous that you have to suck guys off to get them to talk to you?" She asked. She actually paused as if she expected me to answer, and then she laughed and turned away.

Everyone was looking at me - some of them laughing. My lip trembled, my hands shook, and I began to cry. I couldn't let her win so decisively, so I shoved her.

Steph spun around, furious, and stepped up like she was ready to fight. Just then Elyssa swooped in from out of nowhere and got between us. "Enough!" She yelled with enough authority to stop an army. She stared down each of us until we couldn't meet her gaze, and then she led me away.

Freddie found me and apologized. I told him I didn't blame him - of course he's going to tell his friends after his first blowjob, especially when it was a complete surprise.

On reflection, I was acting slutty - I knew that. Eighth graders who give random oral to guys that they normally never even talk to are sluts. I had chosen this path, safe in the knowledge that I wouldn't face any consequences - at least, not for more than a day. But still I couldn't escape the feelings of shame, when accused by my classmates.

Freddie stayed with me and comforted me. We talked - about the stupid fucked up paradox that is human sexuality. I suspected that Elyssa was off somewhere keeping Steph away. Eventually, very cautiously, Freddie asked me, "Do you - still wanna...?"

I smiled and said yes.

This time, naked on the bed, I asked Freddie to go slow on my breasts. This time he didn't suck my nipples, but just barely kissed them, over and over. I felt like my ribs were going to burst open from the beating of my heart. He seemed like he would have been happy doing that forever, but I stopped him. "I need you," I said. "Please? Inside me?"

So again he forced his way into my pussy, and again he looked vulnerable. I held his face and looked at him with loving eyes. Then he moved inside of me, and it felt wonderful, and then he was done. We held each other silently for a short while. I didn't know what to say, so I hit my reset button.

Fork 6

I had to wait until Physical Education to accomplish my main goal for this cycle. Everybody thought it was an accident when I tripped Steph doing soccer drills, but she went down hard. Her ankle was so hurt that two girls needed to carry her to the school nurse.

Freddie, of course, went back to barely noticing me. It sort of hurt, even though I had no one to blame but myself. In my heart, he and I had shared an immeasurably intimate moment together. We'd taken a giant step toward adulthood, hand-in-hand. We meant something to each other now. But of course, to him it had never happened: I was just the girl with the ponytail and glasses who hung around with the most beautiful girl in school.

I tried to explain my frustration to Elyssa at my house after school, but, in another first, I had decided to sample everything in my mom's liquor cabinet, so I might not have been making much sense. I threw up of course. Elyssa only had a single rum & coke.

I also told her about how frustratingly brief my sex with Freddie had been.

"That can't be normal, right? Surely most guys can keep at it at least a little while!" I complained.

"He just needs practice," she told me. "Gretchen, stop this experiment. Make Freddie your boyfriend, buy a box of condoms, and fuck like bunnies every chance you get. Give him the chance to learn and grow with you, and I'm sure he'll be satisfying you soon."

"That's what I want. That's what I'm going to do," I agreed.

"But...," I added, losing my balance a little as I stood up, "I might as well try another guy now, while it doesn't count."

Steph wasn't at the party that night. I congratulated myself for that. I was still somewhat drunk, which I'm sure helped me relax. And I was starting to realize that, when offering eighth grade boys sex, you don't need any subtlety.

I propositioned Joel, and once he understood clearly what I was offering, he accepted. He had been my crush the year before, but for some reason I had started liking Freddie more. Joel was still plenty yummy though - blond but with dark eyebrows. There was something very expressive about his eyebrows.

The instant we reached the bedroom of the vacant house he stripped off all his clothes. I got the feeling he expected me to, too, so then we just stood there looking at each other.

"Your bush is redder than your hair," he observed with a bit of wonder.

"Yeah. Um, I like yours too," I said without thinking.

"Do you want to let your hair down?" He asked.

"Sure," I answered. I took off my hair tie and shook my head to let my hair fall loose. I also set my glasses down on the nightstand.

"You look totally different," he told me.

"Is that okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. You look great. So now we kiss?" He asked.

I nodded, so we held each other and kissed. His hands soon found my ass, and he squeezed it. I couldn't stop thinking about the weird hard little piece of flesh between us, that kept pressing against me and sometimes smearing liquid on my skin. I'd heard about pre-come; I wondered if it indicated that he wouldn't be able to last very long, either.

Joel took a half-step back and grabbed my boobs. He kept squeezing them, alternating, pouring his entire concentration into the job. It sort of reminded me of when my cat would press on my belly before lying down with me.

Finally Joel tired of my breasts. He sat me on the edge of the bed, and then he knelt down between my legs, and tentatively tried to lick my pussy. I leaned back to give him better access. For twenty seconds he tried licking different parts of my muff. He didn't know what he was doing, but I was certain that at any second he would figure it out and I would be in heaven.

Instead he just stopped, but that meant that he was going to fuck me, so that was okay. Still standing on the floor, he pressed open my thighs and touched his cockhead to my pussy. I leaned back onto my elbows and watched him while inserted it.

"Holy crap!" He exclaimed as we felt the heat and pressure of each others' sex parts. It didn't take long before he was holding my legs next to his body and pumping rapidly, gasping frequently.

It was a wonderful feeling, but I couldn't really enjoy it because I just knew that it wouldn't last. "Can you slow down?" I requested.

I suppose that he didn't have enough blood in his brain to comprehend my request. He just kept doing his quick hip thrusts into my cunt. Soon he was moaning frantically. In the blink of an eye, he dropped my legs, stepped back a foot, jerked his cock once, and then shot his load all over my tummy.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, not sure if I should be offended. He pumped his cock a few final times and wiped the last bit of sperm on my hip.

"I was worried about getting you pregnant," he said, seemingly sincerely.

After gasping a few more times and letting go of his shrunken dick, he asked, "Did you come?"

I shook my head, but I tried not to look too disappointed.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I tried."

"You could maybe lick me some more," I suggested.

"Yeah, okay," he replied.

Joel wiped his spunk off of me with his underwear, and then put his face back in my coochie. After a little while he seemed to be doing the right things, and I found myself moaning slightly, and saying, "oh," from time to time.

Just when I was really starting to relax into it, his phone chimed. "Oh fuck," he said apologetically. "My sister's here to pick me up."

"You can't ask her to wait?" I pleaded. I was desperate to come from his tongue.

"I can't. She's a bitch. I'm really sorry."

Joel quickly got dressed, except for his come-soaked underwear which he left on the floor - and left the house. I tried rubbing my clit to finish the job, but I just couldn't get into it.

Back in Elyssa's bedroom in our PJs, I told her everything I could about the feelings of sex and cunnilingus. She listened with great interest, and I enjoyed knowing more than her about something for once.

"Hey you know what we should do, just for laughs?" I summoned the courage to ask her. "We should lick each others' pussies, just as a joke." I couldn't stand even an instant of silence, so I added, "You won't have to remember it. It won't count."

Elyssa answered with a kind voice. "Gretchen, if we did it, I wouldn't be ashamed. I just don't want to. I'm not into girls. I'm sorry."

"Yeah - I was just goofing around," I replied.

Joel sent me a text saying he really enjoyed "spending time" with me, and that he hoped he'd get a chance to "do a proper job taking care of" me.

Fork 7

"So now that you've got super powers, do you think you'll talk to Freddie?"

"Um, yeah, I think so!" I lied to my best friend. I was kinda getting tired of telling her the same things over and over again.

Daydreaming in Algebra because I just plain forgot to ditch, I tried to reason through my dilemma. Probably all of the guys in my grade would come super quickly. Most if not all of them were virgins: like Elyssa had said, they'd never had a chance to learn "control," or whatever it is that makes a guy a good sexual partner. But what if there were other factors? Somehow I got it in my head that, maybe a big dick would stimulate me faster, so that I'd be able to come fast enough. Could that be the secret?

I asked my friend Darin - who I thought was probably gay - which guy in our class had the biggest dick. They all showered together and stuff in Physical Education, so I figured he would easily be able to tell me. He said he didn't know. Guys don't look at each other like that in locker rooms, and people would be unhappy about it if anyone tried.

I figured I'd just have to compare them myself. I told Darin to spread the word that I wanted to see everyone's dick for an experiment, and to meet me behind the dugout during seventh period P.E.

After Social Studies, Darin found me and said nobody was interested - there was nothing in it for them to potentially embarrass themselves like that. So, with a burst of courage, I told him to tell them that everyone who participated would get thirty seconds of oral in payment.

Elyssa naturally freaked when she heard about my offer. I told her that it was an experiment, based on past loops, and I promised to fill her in on everything later.

When I snuck away from P.E., there were twelve guys there looking at me lecherously, as well as five girls who obviously wanted to watch me make a whore of myself.

I asked the guys to all drop their shorts and get their dicks ready. That took about two seconds. So I went down the line with a ruler, holding and measuring each of their cocks. The girls whispered incredulously. The guys joked with each other. Marshall asked why I was doing this, but I said it was a secret. Two more guys ran up and joined the line before I was done.

Honestly, there wasn't a whole lot of variation in the dicks. Some were a little bigger or smaller, but not by much. Certainly none of them were anywhere near the size of guys in pornos. Of course, some were circumcised and some uncut; some bent upward; one had a tiny head that was much thinner than the shaft. It was kind of fun to see the differences up close and hold them in my hands.

Then came the promised oral. I set a stopwatch on my phone and started at one of the line, on Mike. The girls chittered. Mike complained when it was over, but I reminded him of the rules.

Darin came in my mouth within fifteen seconds. Theo erupted just as I ended, and sprayed my face and glasses. Ron held my ponytail. He made like he was going to hold my head and shove his dick deep into my throat, but he didn't. When I finished with some of the guys - ones who didn't come - they propositioned the other girls, and were met with harsh rejections.

Since it was P.E., almost nobody had a phone on them. Almost. Edith started recording and everyone laughed. Some other girl pantsed me, so my bare butt was exposed for a few seconds, and then they really laughed. I would have been horrified if I hadn't kept reminding myself that this wasn't the real universe.

Once everyone was convinced that it was over they started to disperse. I asked William to stay: his was the biggest dick according to the ruler, even if you couldn't really tell by eyeballing it.

"I guess you're wondering what this is about?" I asked him. He didn't say anything, but he was looking at me flirtatiously so I guess he hoped there might be more dirty fun. "I want to lose my virginity to the guy with the biggest dick at the party tonight, and it looks like that's you," I told him.

He took a second think about it and then said, "Why wait?" He led me to a six foot tall green metal utilities box surrounded by trees and bushes, providing a pretty good amount of privacy. He positioned me in front of the box, stood behind me, and plunged one hand down my pants and the other up my shirt.

"Let's see if we can get you wet," he said, which pretty much instantly got me wet. His hand dug around inside my panties, maybe a bit roughly but certainly welcome, spreading my pussy juice all over. His other hand seemed frustrated by my bra. Meanwhile he was breathing heavily on my neck and kissing and biting my ear.

Both hands retreated. I heard a slurping sound while he sucked my pussy juice off his fingers. He unclasped my bra and pulled down my shorts and panties, and then he did the same with his own shorts and underwear. I was shocked by how fast it was going - how out of control the experience was. I knew that I was supposed to tell him to slow down, but I really really didn't want to. Whatever it was he wanted, I wanted too.

William opened up my cunt with his cock and let himself in to play, shoving me so that I had to lean against the big green metal box. He fucked my pussy, and he didn't stop after one minute, or two. He fucked me until that wonderful throbbing fullness evolved into something better that I always knew it could be.

He grabbed my boobs, under my shirt and under my bra, which was hanging loosely from my shoulders. I whimpered just a little bit and then I came with a gasp. He grunted a couple times and seemed to be trying to lift me up with his thrusts. He was launching sperm into my uterus, and I was delighted about it.

We were both quiet for a little while. He held me tight around the waist even after he'd gone soft and his load was dripping down my leg. I kept leaning against the box.

"Holy crap!" I finally said. "You've done this before!"

"Yeah," he said modestly. There had always been rumors about which boys were sexually active; the ones about William had always seemed credible.

After school I told Elyssa how great it had been. She hung on every word. Then she suggested that we should skip the party, since pretty much everyone had seen the video of my blowjob assembly line. I told her I was sort of looking forward to hearing what they had to say.

Steph announced, "Hey look! Little miss dick-licker is here!" When I walked in. The whole room erupted into roars and all attention was on me for once, even though Elyssa was right by my side. That alone made it worth it.

When I got closer, she told me, "It's nice to see that you're practicing the skills that are going to pay your rent some day."

"I like it," I said meekly at first. Somehow I found some confidence: "I am taking charge of my sexuality and doing what I want. You should try it!"

Steph scoffed. "I don't think so."

"Do you not like boys? Don't you think about sex?" I asked her, without a plan. "Everyone else in our grade thinks about sex a lot, you know." Suddenly I figured out how to go on the attack. "Maybe you don't have normal hormone levels? Or, do you want sex, but you're not capable of making your own choices?" She tried to get away from me but I blocked her. "Or maybe you're worried that you're not smart enough to work birth control."

I looked at a couple people watching the altercation. "What do you think, guys? Is Steph frigid, weak-willed, or stupid?"

"Why not all three?" Some guy called from across the room.

Everyone started laughing. They were laughing at Steph. She fled the room.

People made jokes at me about my new sexual freedom, but they mostly treated me pretty nicely. More so the guys than the girls, of course. It seemed that, being a gigantic slut wasn't so bad, as long as you owned it.

A guy approached me while I was mingling who didn't belong at the party. Austin had been two years ahead of us; he was a high-schooler now. I'd had a crush on him back in sixth grade.

"My man William tells me you came out with a bang," he told me. He was totally hitting on me.

"I guess," I said with a shy smile.

"What do you say I get you a better drink than that kiddie shit?" He said, pointing to the cup in my hand.

"Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" I asked playfully.

"Yeah," he said with smoldering eyes.

"No need - I'd give you the advantage freely," I flirted.

He did fix us both drinks - something like Sprite, but definitely alcoholic. Then he led us into a bedroom. We kissed and wrestled; he pinned and dry-humped me, making me want him badly. He had no trouble at all with my bra. In fact, I felt pampered the way he took my clothes off.

My cup was empty and I felt the warmth of alcohol through my body when the last of our clothes were gone. Austin surprised me by lying down on the floor instead of the bed. He explained when he saw my confusion: "William's parents will hear it if we fuck on the bed."

Maybe it was the alcohol, but lowering myself onto a cock was a lot trickier than I had imagined it would be. I was plenty wet, but it was a tight fit and I'd never had to balance from a position like that before. Still, I worked my pussy up and down his pole until I had the whole thing inside me. He didn't say anything and so neither did I. I just bounced up and down on my knees, enjoying the hot muscly movement in my cunt.

I'm not sure how long we did it like that, silent with me on top ramming his cock. He didn't come, so I eventually began to feel self-conscious, like I had no idea what he was expecting of me. What a stupid problem to have, right? I went from complaining about guys coming too fast to anxiety because they weren't coming fast enough. His eyes were fixed on my bouncing tits, so I guess he liked them at least.

Out of nowhere he sat up and rearranged us so that before I knew what was happening, we were doing it doggy-style. He held my hips and fucked me faster than I'd been doing. I liked it better. Maybe it was not having to be in charge, or maybe it was the position, or whatever, but this felt like a proper pussy-thumping. Sometimes for no reason he pulled on my ponytail.

I hadn't even noticed that I'd begun whimpering - a good whimper, definitely - until he laid on top of me, forcing me on my stomach, and clasped a hand over my mouth. This was a totally different experience: his entire body crushing down on me while he still managed to pump his cock into me at a steady rhythm; his hand on my mouth, controlling me. A spike of adrenaline hit me and mingled with the sexual energy. His hand did nothing to stop the moans forming in my throat while I came and came.

Once he was sure I was done coming, Austin pulled me back on my knees and went back to doing me doggy-style. I had two little aftershock orgasms before he finished and shot hit seed into my baby maker.

He got dressed and left while I lay there on the floor, feeling a sort of detached bliss.

When I finally rejoined the party, Elyssa found me right away. "Hey Gretch are you okay? I heard William and some guy talking - claiming that they both fucked you."

"Yeah," I said with a proud grin.

"So you're okay?" She pressed, seemingly having imagined the worst.

"I'm great," I said with a Cheshire Cat grin. She relaxed. "What did they say?" I added.

"You don't want to know the details," she said protectively. "Guys say all kinds of crap."

"No, tell me. I really want to know," I insisted.

Elyssa sighed. "William asked the guy if he had been off fucking the redhead slut," she began, pausing to give me a chance to stop her. "The guy said yes so William asked him how it was. He said: 'Nice body, but she doesn't know how to fuck.' William agreed and said, 'But hey, she was a tight wet hole, and that's all I needed.'"

"Oh," I said. "Well, whatever. It felt amazing. I used them as much as they used me."

Fork 8

I sat through Algebra to make sure I was counted as present, and then I walked to the drug store and shoplifted a cordless hair clipper. There were a couple police officers chatting in the parking lot of the coffee shop who glanced at me as I walked by. I was worried that they would hassle me for not being in school - or worse, that they somehow knew what I planned to do. But I kept walking and they ignored me.

At the start of P.E. when Steph was just getting ready to change clothes, I grabbed the back of her neck, shoved her face in her locker, and cut a nice big stripe of her scalp clean. Her friends stopped me before I could do any more, but that was enough: her beautiful long hair was ruined. I pressed the reset button while the coach was dragging me to the principal.

Fork 9

"So now that you've got super powers, do you think you'll talk to Freddie?" Elyssa asked, as usual.

I sighed.

"Hey. What's that about?" Elyssa questioned, concerned.

"I'm sorry. I just get tired of having this same conversation," I admitted.

"Why? How many times have we done this?" She glanced at my bracelet to confirm that it was green.

"Like ten?" I guessed. It was sort of a blur.

"Oh...," she said. She was thinking hard - trying to predict what I needed. "Well what's the conversation you want to have?"

That question hit me like a punch in the nose. Eventually I told her, "I slept with two guys. One of them was older - high school. And it was great - seriously amazing. But you overheard them talking to each other and they said I was no good. They called me a wet hole. It's really bothering me."

"Gretchen, don't worry about it! Those timelines are long gone. Those guys won't think that about you any more!"

"No, it's not that. It bothers me that I'm no good," I explained.

Elyssa rolled her eyes. "Gretch, of course you were bad at it your first time. Everyone is. You'll get better. We'll get you a boyfriend - Freddie maybe - and you two can figure it all out together."

I frowned. "You always say that."

"Maybe I don't understand what's bothering you," she confessed.

"I'm not sure I do either," I said.

Before class I wandered into the boys' bathroom, just to see what would happen. They gave me all kinds of looks, but nobody actually said anything. Even when I stood next to them at the urinals and peeked, they didn't say anything: they just turned their bodies to try to hide their penises while they peed.

I definitely couldn't handle another day of repeat classes, so I took a city bus to the mall. It was weird to see the place so empty. I got a pretzel and looked at clothes.

I decided I needed a guys' perspective - a guy who'd had lots of sex. I looked from shop to shop trying to find someone whose brain I could pick: old enough, not too old, not ugly, and not busy. The best I could come up with was two guys talking in a video game store. I pretended to browse while I listed to them talking about cars before I approached them.

"I need advice," I told them. They turned to me attentively. "What makes a woman good in bed?"

They both laughed. They probably thought that I was there on a dare or something. When I kept waiting for an answer, the clerk asked, "How old are you?"

"Old enough to have sex," I answer with a bit of attitude. "Old enough to be told I'm no good at it," I added.

The clerk was pretty average looking, and I guessed him to be about thirty. He'd probably had sex with two or three girlfriends and then gotten married. The customer was twenty-five or so, with long hair and a torn shirt. He had a vaping device in his pocket. He looked like the kind of guy who partied, so I hoped he might have answers for me.

"Look, great sex is all about the emotional connection. When you're with someone you love and trust, it just happens," the clerk said. The customer nodded.

"I am so sick of that bullshit answer!" I ranted. "I know that's what you're supposed to say! Be honest, if you were at a bachelor party bragging about the best sex you've ever had, would you be telling the guys that it was great because how much you looooved each other? Or would you be telling them about the crazy girl who did - something!?"

"Ah...," the customer blathered.

The clerk shook his head. "It's really not appropriate for us to talk about this sort of thing with you," he said. "Maybe you could ask your school councilor."

I sighed rudely. "Assholes," I said as I walked out.

I was feeling ornery, so I tried to steal a nightie from the lingerie store. The sirens blared as soon as I stepped outside the store.

Fork 10

I decided to kill time by masturbating in Algebra class. I was subtle but my shorts were unbuttoned and my hand was down the front, rubbing my clit under the desk. Some of the other students saw me but they kept quiet. The girls all looked disgusted and the guys all looked thrilled. It seemed like it took me forever to come, but I managed, rattling my desk while my legs spasmed from climax. Marshall mouthed words at me, asking if I just came. I nodded.

Adults are all assholes, I decided; they'd never give a teenager a straight answer about sex. But then I thought, there might be one.... I texted Dr. Sykora and said I wanted to talk to him face to face about the experiment. He texted me the address of the office he was working from that day.

The bus lines didn't go too close to that office. I was about to text back, asking him to send a car for me, when I remembered the unattended purse from a couple loops ago. Sure enough, there it was on a desk in the school office. I walked up to the desk, and it looked safe, so I grabbed the ring of keys and walked out to the teachers' parking lot.

The car that the keys belonged to was a smallish ordinary sedan - nothing special. I got in and started adjusting the seat and mirrors, and trying to figure out what everything does, certain that at any minute a bunch of adults would come bust me. They didn't.

I knew the basics of driving of course, in principle, but there were so many stupid little things that I didn't know, like that I had to put my foot on the brake just to start the engine. Eventually I figured out enough to get out of the parking lot.

Driving was so scary! There were SO MANY things to think about at once. All the other drivers were furious with me because I was going so slowly, and I kept stopping. I mean, I had to stop to figure out how to signal a turn, before I could turn. One guy who almost rear-ended me pulled up next to me, opened his window and yelled at me until I started to cry.

Somehow I made it to Dr. Sykora's office. It didn't look like a criminal mastermind's lair - it looked like an office that you'd see on TV, with desks and computers and printers, and people carrying around folders full of papers. The receptionist let me in to see the doctor.

"What brings you here, Gretchen? And why are you sweating?"

"I stole a car and drove here. It was pretty scary," I told him.

He gave me a curious, "Hmm."

I went on, summoning the courage to be honest. "I tried sex. I mean, no consequences, right? Apparently I really suck. I need you to teach me to be good at it."

He looked at me with his detached clinical face. "How did you envision that I would teach you?"

"Well, um...," I said, fidgeting. I'm sure my face was bright red. I couldn't believe that I could talk to an adult like this. "I figured you would fuck me a bunch, and tell me what I'm doing wrong."

"Hmm," he said again. "Did you tell Elyssa about this plan?"

I shook my head. "No. The more loops I do, the harder it is to talk to her."

"Ah. Well, I'm not going to have sex with you, Gretchen," he told me. "Among other reasons, I'm not willing to change the dynamics of our relationship like that."

"But you won't remember it!"

"But you will," he explained. "I have every confidence you'll find another teacher." He turned his attention back to his computer screen. In an off-hand way, he added, "Ask the receptionist for directions to the break room if you'd like a drink or snacks."

A lot of times there's subtext behind the things Dr. Sykora says, so I wasn't exactly sure whether he was just offering me a drink, or encouraging me to proposition his staff. When I got to the break room, I decided it was the second option. Most of the people in the office were grown-ups of various ages, but the three guys in the break room were young: probably only a couple years out of high school. And they were HOT! They were dressed in black T-shirts and black jeans, and they had closely-shaved haircuts like you'd see in the military. I couldn't guess what they did for Dr. Sykora, but it probably wasn't sitting in front of a computer all day. Of course, just then two of them were playing a console video game and the third was watching.

I screwed my courage. This was a temporary time loop thing - none of this was real. No consequences. "Hey guys?" I said. "I'm doing an experiment for Dr. Sykora, and he said I could ask you for help." They paused the game and turned to look at me. "I need you to teach me what makes a girl good in bed."

The one who was watching the game laughed. "Who sent you? This is a joke, right?"

"Well, I mean, Dr. Sykora did, sort of," I tried to explain. "You see he put me in a time loop. Or alternate universe loop, or something. And, well, I mean, you guys have had sex, right? Some girls are better than others? I need you to teach me."

They stood up and semi-surrounded me, but at a respectful distance. "Ginger Lolita's Groundhog Day?" One of them chuckled.

"Look, kid, I'm guessing you're not supposed to be here...," the third one said.

"No, Dr. Sykora told me to come here!" I whined.

The first guy talked into his phone. "Hey, um, there's a girl in the break room who's making some... weird requests. Says the doc sent her. Please advise."

Everyone waited quietly until he reported his orders. "Huh, get this," he said. "We are 'authorized but not required to give Miss Bell any assistance she requests'."

They looked at each other with disbelief. "Did the boss just give us permission to triple-team the jailbait on company time?" One asked.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. First, what's your name?" The leader said.

At first it was just talking. They gave me the usual speech about love and being yourself and all that crap, but once I got them talking about the best sex they'd had, the break room turned into a classroom. One of the first things they taught me was about the different archetypes of female sex partners.

"Ever watch Japanese porn?" Hoffman asked. I shook my head. "Girls in Japanese porn always look like they're being tortured. It's like the guy that's fucking them is so powerful, so awesome, that she can barely stand it. Sex with this guy is something that she must endure. She may love it, but it's always a test of will and fortitude."

"Yeah, but see, American girls do the 'overwhelmed' thing a little different," Cruz added. "For American girls, it's all about playing up the surprise. When you put it in, her eyes will go wide and her mouth open. And then while you're doing it, she'll constantly be talking about how amazing it feels, how deep you're going, and she's never felt anything like this. She can't believe how good it is, and she won't shut up about it."

They were really trying not to 'take advantage' of me, but it was inevitable we'd need to get at least a little bit physical for them to teach me what I needed. Valentine locked the door when Hoffman lay on his back and I climbed on, still fully clothed. It was necessary to practice the various hip movements they thought I should know.

"Cowgirl, for the guy, is as much about seeing you as feeling you," Cruz explained. "Bouncing tits and a smile are nice, but there's so much more you can do. Move your hips in circles and do a belly dance on his cock. Play with your tits. Suck your fingers suggestively. Bounce and wave your arms like you're dancing at a rave."

Hoffman had a big hard-on in his pants while I practiced on top of him - I could feel it. At one point he groaned and told his friends, "I've got to tell you - this girl is looking pretty damned grown up to me." He wanted to do me. The guys gave him looks that said, "No, she's too young," though.

Things got serious when they started telling me about anal, and how good it feels.

"Well, sure it feels good for the guy. For the girl it probably feels like taking a twenty minute long constipated dump!"

"It's not like that," Valentine argued. "Not if you work your way up to it. It stimulates a lot of the same nerves as vaginal sex. Girls come with anal."

"Yeah right!" I argued.

I was sitting on the couch, and Valentine moved close to me in a way that felt different. "I'll be you ten bucks that I can make you come with nothing but this finger in your ass," he told me. He held up his index finger.

"Please!" I scoffed. But then I thought about it. A finger up my butt didn't sound great, but it would be a step toward real sexual activity, and hopefully real learning. "Okay, yeah, you're on," I told him.

He put me on the couch face-down, and pulled my shorts and panties down to expose my ass. His hand squeezed between my thighs and started rubbing my pussy all over. "That's not my ass," I said through a giant smile.

"I need to get it wet," he said dispassionately.

"That shouldn't be too hard," I observed. Just then he dipped his finger into my vag and I eeped.

He got my butthole nice and wet with my pussy fluids and then he worked his finger in and out. It didn't feel the same as finger-banging my pussy, but strangely it was doing it for me. Soon I was panting and my butt was bucking along with Valentine's finger magic. My shorts were bunched on my thighs, making my legs feel tied up. My hands were free, so I dug them under me to squeeze my tits. The other guys moved around to look at me in pre-orgasmic bliss from a variety of angles.

"Ohmygod!" I cried as I felt climax overtake me. "Oh, oh, oh, eeee!" I squealed. "Oh fuck," was all I could say as I came down. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."

Valentine left me to wash his hands at the nearby sink. The other two stood there staring at my bare ass with hard dicks in their pants.

"I'm convinced," I finally said. "Which one of you wants to fuck my ass?"

Hoffman and Cruz both started to unbuckled their belts. "Guys, no," Valentine told them. "She's too tight - you'd tear her apart." To me he said, "You're going to want to stretch to prepare yourself. Start with a thick pen. Work your way up to cocks."

"Or find a classmate with a little dick," Cruz suggested.

I grabbed my phone and shot off a text to Marshall. He had been the loser of my dick-measuring contest a few loops ago. I told him that I hoped I'd see him at the party tonight.

I flopped onto the floor and wiggled out of my shorts, shoes, and panties - naked from the waist down. I smiled at Hoffman. "I could use some more cowgirl practice," I suggested.

What I expected was that he would lay back on the floor and open his pants, and I'd ride his dick. Either that or he and his friends would tell me, no, you're too young. Instead he pulled me to my feet, held me firmly, and kissed me hard - a very different sort of kiss! Then he dropped to his knees and tongued my clit for just a few amazing seconds. Then he finally lay on the floor with his boner out.

Hoffman's dick was only a little bit bigger than the boys in my class, but it felt a lot bigger going in. The guys praised my shocked-face affectation, even though I didn't know I was doing it. I had to squat and work just the tip in my pussy until his entire shaft was slick enough to enter me.

"Jesus this pussy is tight," Hoffman observed. He was touching my sides - maybe to help steady me - and I felt small in his hands.

"This body is a virgin," I offered as explanation. "I've only had sex in alternate realities."

"Gotta love working for a mad scientist," Cruz quipped.

Finally I was balls-deep and doing a little fuck-bounce. I remembered what the guys said about putting on a show for the guy during cowgirl, so I did a little dance, tilting my head, swinging my arms - all to the beat of the sex. I went to grab my boobs and remembered that I wasn't totally naked, so I stripped off my shirt and bra, and then tried to touch my chest like the guys had instructed me.

Cruz and Valentine were standing nearby, offering advice sometimes, or just reminiscing about girls they'd been with. They both had erections in their pants that they would sometimes adjust with their hands.

Hoffman started to breath heavily, so I teased him with a sing-song voice: "Are you going to come now?"

He responded, "Damn, girl, I feel guilty enough, and then you go talking your little-girl talk?"

"Do you want me to call you Daddy?" I said, upping my tease to the next level.

"Oh fuck! Wait, stop," Hoffman said urgently. He held my waist and helped me off of him. "I'm not ready for this to be over yet." I smiled to myself for causing him to sort of lose control.

He laid me on my back and leaned over me, kissing me. One hand was permanently fixed to my left breast, but his mouth sometimes wandered away from my lips to kiss my neck and chest, and to suck gently on my right one. I moaned gratefully, and soaked in all the loving he gave me.

"Hey Gretchen, you ever do Kegels?" Valentine asked.

"Nah-uh," I answered just before Hoffman's fingers left my boob and ran through my bush.

"You should start - every day," Valentine suggested.

"I thought those were for if your pussy isn't tight enough," I argued.

Valentine shook his head. "More muscle control is never wasted," he insisted. "Start working on it now and by the time you're in college you'll be able to tie a dick in knots with your pussy."

I found Valentine's suggestion inspiring, and I giggled. That triggered Hoffman, who impatiently tilted my hips and put his dick back inside me, while still kissing and fondling me. "Dear god, I'm going to hell for this, but it is so fucking worth it!" He said as he began to thrust vigorously.

His hard thrusts were doing it for me in a way that my casual cowgirl bouncing hadn't. I let my moans go free - they're an essential form of communication with your lover, the guys had told me - and they grew more intense with every second. Hoffman's did too, and at the end it sounded like he was trying hard not to climax before I did. He succeeded: we came together hard, moaning "Oh!"'s.

So then I had to ask the guys what I'm supposed to do about clean-up, down there. They had a few ideas, but told me that I would have to ask a woman for that. I ended up using some wet paper towels at the garbage can, and probably looking gross.

I asked the guys whether oral was better than vaginal. Valentine preferred BJs; Hoffman liked pussy. Cruz said it depends. "I spent two weeks with this bulimic chic - no gag reflex at all. I could fuck her throat - I mean way deep in her throat - for ten minutes at a time without causing her discomfort. She got off on it. It was nasty to kiss her though - vomit breath."

So then I tried to take Cruz's cock deep into my mouth, but that didn't work at all. I came so close to throwing up, three times! "It's just going to take practice," Cruz told me. "A jelly dildo is good, but you can improvise. When you don't have access to the real thing."

"There are websites that can guide you," Hoffman added.

Once it became clear I wasn't ready for deep throat, Cruz set me belly-down across the back of the sofa, and fucked me from behind. I liked that a lot, and not just because my legs were dangling and I could do a Superman flying pose. It didn't take me long at all to come. Then Valentine asked if I would be comfortable sucking cock too, and of course I said yes. I didn't feel like I was really in control of the blowjob, though.

Cruz pulled out and ejaculated on me. I think he was trying for my back, but ended up getting most of it between my ass cheeks. He cleaned me up while I continued sucking Valentine. It was really embarrassing, which is silly because he was just fucking me there.

Then Valentine sat on the couch and I knelt between his legs, and I finally felt empowered, blowjob-wise. The guys offered all kinds of advice about different ways to stroke the shaft, ways to handle the balls, and parts of my mouth I could use. I'm sure I only absorbed a fraction of it, but Valentine came hard and told me I did a great job.

Dr. Sykora had a driver take me back to his house where Elyssa was waiting. I stopped by the store and bought a bottle of lube along the way. I told Elyssa that I had spent the day at the zoo. I just didn't think she'd get it.

I met Marshall at the party and, after grabbing drinks, asked him to go for a walk with me.

"I want to try anal sex. I want it to be with you," I told him when I eventually got to the point.

"Really? Why anal? Can't we do it the regular way instead?" He asked.

"I want to stay a virgin for a while longer," I explained. "And I definitely don't want to get pregnant. It's supposed to feel similar for both of us. I figure this is a good baby step toward real sex."

"Do I get to kiss you?"

"Yeah. If you want to," I told him.

"Okay," he finally agreed.

We both got naked in the vacant house. We touched each other in lots of ways, but he truly cherished my breasts. For the longest time, I sat on the bed cradling his head while he knelt in front of me, suckling. It was really sweet and kind of sexy. For the first time, I thought that those stories of women coming just from their nipples might be true.

Finally he stood up, skinny stiff wang in my face. "How do we do this?" He asked.

I wasn't prepared to answer that - it hadn't been in my lessons. But I remembered Valentine fingering me, and that had gone well, so I decided to start there. "I think you need to start with your fingers," I told him. I fished the bottle of lube from my clothes on the floor and handed it to him, and then I lay face-down on the bed and clutched the pillow.

"This stuff is kinda gross," he said as he rubbed lube around my asshole.

"Yeah, but so it sticking things in butts," I laughed.

He didn't use enough lube at first, but pretty soon his finger was sliding in and out of my butthole pleasantly. I made some "mmm" noises to let him know I liked it. He asked if he should use two fingers and I said go ahead. That felt a lot tighter. He asked if he should use three, but I estimated that two was the right size for his dick, so I said no.

He asked if I was ready. I said yes. Then he climbed on top of my legs and, seemingly forever, I felt his slimy lube-covered cock slipping around in my ass cheeks. It wasn't easy for him to get it in. He kept pushing it against my sphincter and it kept slipping. It wasn't until he gripped my ass cheeks really hard and pulled them apart that he finally managed to get it inside me.

It did hurt a little bit at first. And it did feel like I was taking a poo. But it was also sexual, and the sliding cock-meat inside me was unmistakably pleasant - better than the fingers had been. I relaxed and enjoyed Marshall's slow thrusts.

It ended. He came. I didn't. But I was pretty happy about it.

"I really liked that," I said.

"Me too," he agreed.

I stayed lying on the bed just like I had been. Marshall left to wash his hands, and then he sat on the floor next to the bed, tracing his fingers on my shoulder. He told me he'd always had a crush on me. Well, me and Elyssa. He nervous about telling me, but confessed to fantasies about a three-way with us. I wasn't offended - it was nice. I asked what other girls he liked, and he didn't ever mention Steph.

Without saying anything, he stood up and climbed back on my legs. I felt more lube between my cheeks, and his hard dick waiting for the go-signal.

"Again?" I asked with delighted surprise.

"If you're cool with it."

"Yes please!"

It went in much easier this time, and he was immediately fucking faster.

I remembered my lessons and made a conscious choice about how I wanted to express myself. "Ooh! Oh that feels so good. Fuck my ass! Yes! Your dick is magic! Stick it in me! Yes!" Every word seemed to encourage him to go harder and faster, which just excited me more.

"I'm gonna come. I'm getting close," I moaned. "This is so good! Oh please Marshall make me come, I need it! Oh!" My hands were fumbling behind me looking for some way to touch him. All they could find were his thighs and, as my climax became inevitable, I gripped the hair on his legs. I pulled at his leg hair - it mostly just slipped through my fingers - and then I squirmed while the euphoria thrashed within me. Marshall must have come somewhere in there too, because by the time I was finished he was climbing off of me and heading to the restroom to clean up again.

My ass felt squishy and sore - but in a good way. My pussy felt sore too. And I was really happy. I spent forever on the toilet cleaning up, trying to think of how to respond to Elyssa's texts asking where I was.

Fork 11

Before leaving the house, while Elyssa was getting dressed, I told Dr. Sykora that I had been enlisting his guys' help to teach me about sex, and that I would appreciate it if he would make them available to me again today. I think I accidentally called them "henchmen", but I don't think he cared.

"Very well," was all he said.

I told Elyssa I would be ditching school to go to the zoo, but that we'd meet after school and go to the party together. I also asked her to do my hair in twin braids because I figured it would play into Hoffman's little girl fetish.

I ditched Algebra to eat candy from the drug store, but got back in time to raid the unattended purse. This time I checked the billfold and found almost three hundred dollars there! That changed my plans.

Driving in the previous loop had been terrifying, but thrilling. At the time I told myself never again, but now I was completely ready to give it another try. This time I drove to the mall - very slowly, earning lots of honks and shouts.

At the mall lingerie store, I got help from a salesperson to pick out the right intimates for my body. She was reluctant at first: she obviously thought I was too young. I told her that I just wanted to feel sexy - nobody was ever going to see me dressed in these things. I don't think she believed me but she helped me anyway. We ended up choosing a pastel blue "longline bralette" and "tanga panties". They weren't sold as a set but they worked well together. Then of course I had to buy a a pretty red pleated skirt and a button-down blouse.

I thought I was getting better at driving, but I ended up crashing into a parked car while trying to leave the mall. There were so many cars coming from so many directions at once! I had thought it was my turn, but someone else started moving at the same time, and so I swerved, and, well, bang. I wasn't hurt. Other drivers nearby got out of their cars to check on me, so fled on foot.

I took the bus partway to Dr. Sykora's office and walked the last two miles. I kept wishing for a big gust of wind to lift my skirt and show off my sexy new panties, but no such luck. I wanted the whole world to know how sexy I felt.

The receptionist greeted me before I could say anything. "Gretchen Bell?" I nodded. "Your team is waiting for you in Conference Room C."

My three sex teachers were there in a room with a big table, chairs, and whiteboards; but also some comfortable chairs and a couch. They stood when I entered the room.

"Hi, I'm Gretchen," I said meekly.

"Miss Bell. We're at your disposal. How can we help?" Valentine said. They were being polite and business-like, but it was obvious from their faces that they were surprised that a teenage girl with braces, glasses, and braids was going to be giving them orders.

"Um, okay, see...," I began. I had thought a lot about how I would explain things to them, but I nonetheless had trouble finding the words. "I'm one of Dr. Sykora's test subjects. He put me in a time loop, like Groundhog Day. You know how in the movie, he keeps going back to the piano teacher, and even though she thinks it's his first lesson with her each time, he eventually becomes really good? You guys are doing that for me. About sex."

"We're teaching you about sex?" Hoffman repeated cautiously. "Like, the birds and the bees?"

"No, I know all that," I told him. "You're teaching me about what makes a girl good in bed. How to have the best sex possible. I want to be the most memorable sex any of my boyfriends ever have. I want to be a sex black belt."

"Hang on a second, let me double-check our orders," Valentine said. He tapped the touch screen on his phone.

Meanwhile, Hoffman cautiously asked, "So, we're what? Here to help you find resources online to read?"

I gave Hoffman a "yeah right" look. "Well, there's some of that, and you show me stuff in pornos and talk about your exes, but there's also hands-on. You do fuck me. Instructively."

Valentine put his phone down. "It's up to us how far we want to take it. But guys, she's a kid." I rolled my eyes.

"Why is this so important to you?" Cruz asked.

I tried to think how to explain what was just below the surface of my mind. "You know Elyssa? Dr. Sykora's daughter? She's my best friend."

Cruz interrupted. "What? No WAY that girl is the same age as you."

I rolled my eyes again. "She is," I said. "And it's hard to be her friend sometimes. Everyone's always talking about her, never about me. She's good at everything!"

Valentine interjected: "I saw her at the shooting range the couple years ago. Girl in a training bra was keeping up with ex-Rangers and SEALs."

"Right! See?" I continued. "She's not ready for sex - doesn't think she will be for a couple years. I figured that, if I get really good, really study hard, that at least for a little while I'll be the special one. That just once someone will say, 'Yeah, Elyssa, whatever. But what about that Gretchen? What an amazing fuck!'"

So I asked questions that had come up for me the previous night about anal sex - mostly how to be hygienic and classy afterward. They embraced the idea of teaching me verbally, but they were clearly uneasy about touching me. I decided I needed to break that ice.

I twirled one of my braids in my fingers. "I think I need more blowjob practice, and I know that you like them a lot," I said touching Valentine's chest, "so if you don't mind...."

He shook his head. "I can't," he said, conflicted."

I put both hands flat on his chest. "Please...?" I slowly lowered myself to my knees, running my hands down his muscular front until they were at his belt buckle. "You've done it before. You've all come inside me." He didn't say no or move or try to stop me. Yeah, it wasn't "affirmative verbal consent," but I decided it was good enough. I pulled down his pants, whipped his dick out, and started making him happy with my mouth.

"Ginger Lolita's got skills," Cruz commented.

I took my mouth off Valentine's cock long enough to point out, "Don't forget, this is school for me, so you guys need to watch and critique."

I experimented with a lot of different things to do with balls during that blowjob. I really liked sucking on them - his scrotum was shaved. But that's just garnish - you can't make a guy come like that - so I worked on the tip. A little while later, Valentine came big powerful bursts into my mouth. That prompted a long discussion about the most glamorous ways to be painted with come. We watched a ton of porno come shots on the conference room's big screen while the guys critiqued them.

They asked what I wanted to work on next, and I said some more cowgirl review would be helpful. But then Valentine suggested I give them a strip-tease first, which I didn't know anything about. But they had lots of ideas to throw at me as I went. Good strippers at a private party, they pointed out, will walk around among the guys, making individual eye contact, touching them, sometimes sitting in their laps. I did my best. They cheered when I let my hair free from my braids, and when I took off my glasses. I was most proud of what I did with my belt: I looped it around Cruz's neck and pulled him in for a kiss with it, before throwing it to the ground.

At the end of the strip tease I kind of ended up sitting on Cruz' lap on the couch, facing him, wearing only my bralette. We agreed that that wouldn't exactly be cowgirl, but a lot of the same ideas applied, so as soon as his pants were down to his knees, I began trying to screw my reluctant pussy onto his big hard cock.

"Fuck that's tight!" He announced. "You've done this before, right?"

"Well, my mind has," I said. I started doing some shallow bounces to lube up his dick some more. "This body is a virgin - that's how I start every time loop."

"An infinite number of us's fucking an infinite number of little virgin yous across the multiverse?" Hoffman waxed. "I like that notion."

I grimaced while my cunt made way for more of the henchman's cock. "I think you guys actually disappear when I reset. Dr. Sykora said these are temporary alternate worlds."

Hoffman chuckled. "We disappear?"

I began rocking my hips for a proper steady fuck. "Well, you're still you in the real world. You just won't know any of this ever happened because it mostly didn't."

Cruz grabbed my bare ass and leaned his face in toward my neck. "Girl, I will find a way to remember that this happened!" He said, and then started sucking on my neck. He thrust his hips up in time with mine.

I giggled, we fucked. He pinched my nipple through my bralette. Something about the positions of our bodies was giving my clit a good rub, so my giggles turned into giggle-moans when I came.

"Damn you are the sexiest little thing!" He commented.

I smiled and whispered in his ear, asking if he wanted me to finish him with my mouth. One of the things the guys kept stressing is that the best sex often involves changing things up. He said yes, so I crawled on my hands and knees on the couch and put my lips to work again.

"This is what pussy tastes like?" I said with some surprise.

"Ugh!" Was all Cruz had to say.

"If you really want to master sex, you know, you should probably get some practice on the sapphic side," Hoffman pondered. "Maybe you should call Elyssa and get her over here."

"Nah, she wouldn't be into that," I said without much thought. Then, as I was drooling and slurping on Cruz's cock I realized that I could turn this into a tease, so I shifted into my little-girl voice. "I mean, sometimes when we're wrestling around in just T-shirts and panties her shirt will ride up and I'll seize the opportunity to squeeze her big tits, but I don't think she'd let me suck them or anything."

Cruz groaned.

I eyed the guys devilishly. "But you know, sometimes, when I stay over and she's asleep, I crawl into bed with her," I told them. This was way more about creating a fantasy for them than any truth of mine. "And I want so badly," slurp, "to put my hand down the front of her panties," slurp, "and feel the moisture...."

Cruz came, right in my ear. I had been looking around at the guys, and he just exploded. He and I looked at each other and laughed.

A female voice from beyond the door asked if we wanted to place a lunch order from the deli while I tried to clean the sperm out of my ear. They all recommended I try the pastrami sandwich, so that's what we all asked for.

Hoffman re-braided my hair and put my glasses back on me. Then he made me take off my bralette and lie in the middle of the conference table. He licked my pussy for a nice long time and I came a lot. I wondered how hard it was, giving oral to a woman, and whether the boys in my grade could learn it quickly enough to make up for their shortcomings. Then Hoffman climbed on top of me and did me missionary style, right on top of the table. I didn't say anything but I mouthed words to him, like, "I love you daddy". He didn't last all that long, but I think that was intentional, since lunch was coming soon.

We didn't eat at the table.

During lunch, the guys wanted to know what non-sexual stuff I'd done with Dr. Sykora's time-loop technology, so I told them about ruining Steph's hair and learning to drive on my own. They fantasized about what they would do, and it was way more destructive than anything I would ever try. They couldn't believe that I hadn't stolen a cop car yet. "Must be because she's a girl," Cruz speculated. Or because I'm not part of an international organized crime empire! I thought to myself.

We talked about personal stuff too - the guys at school that I liked, where I would be going to high school, what's it like growing up with no dad around. They told me about their hobbies too. Cruz entered knife-throwing competitions all the time. Valentine had a fiance who was ten years older than him. She was a scientist somewhere in Dr. Sykora's operations. He said she would understand what he was doing with me, under the circumstances.

The guys made me practice different types of moans. That led to a game of guessing which orgasms were fake in pornos. I'm not convinced that they could tell as well as they said they could, but I learned some stuff.

Hoffman asked if they could double-team me - in my pussy and butt - but I told them about Valentine's determination that my ass couldn't handle it yet, even though I wished I could.

The last sex act of the day was Valentine and me, but with help from Cruz. They were both standing, and Cruz was holding me with his arms around by chest. I wrapped my legs around Valentine's hips, and he fucked me, suspended. He fingered my clit and made me come, but eventually he said he needed a change, so we switched to doggy-style until he creamed in my pussy.

Elyssa asked, "Exciting day at the zoo?" when I got home and she saw my hickey, and come-stiffened hair.

I told her about everything I'd been doing. She joked that I was training for a career at a high-class brothel. I told her I planned to keep my amateur status. I'm pretty sure she was envious this time when I talked about all the aspects of sex that we had never known about.

Fork 12

I planned to start this loop mostly the same as the last one, but instead of drug store candy I decided to get a coffee shop mocha instead. The two cops that I had seen before were standing next to their cars talking again, with the doors open and engines running. I knew I owed it to my henchmen boyfriends to make a play.

Making a dash for the car and driving off before they could react didn't seem like it would work. I needed to distract them somehow. In video games you can just throw a rock somewhere to get the enemy to go investigate. That wasn't going to work, but maybe some breaking glass might. There was a pretty Porsche at the other end of the parking lot, so I hid and threw a rock into the window as hard as I could. I didn't break the glass, but I did set off an alarm. They both came to investigate.

I snuck around the other side of the building and dashed into the closest cop car. I found the lever to put it in gear and gave it some gas, but it didn't move. I looked around and eventually found a parking brake pedal. I pushed in on it but it didn't pop out like it was supposed to. My heart was beating like I was being chased by a cougar, and I couldn't believe the cops hadn't noticed me yet. They were going to shoot me for sure. I started just pulling and pushing on everything I could find, and when I pulled one thing the brake popped out and I started rolling, which I wasn't ready for. I got back into position and started driving out, but then this other car was coming and I had to stop. Then I heard the cops yelling at me and saw them running up.

I made it out of the parking lot - at least that much was a victory. But I really wasn't comfortable driving fast, so they boxed me in with the other police car quickly. I'd like to think that as they were pulling me out of the car I would have offered blowjobs to let me go, or at least said something witty about the men I was on my way to fuck, but I guess I suck at being a rebel because I reflexively just said, "Yes sir" a bunch until I hit my reset button. They never even pulled their guns out.

Fork 13

Mocha, purse, mall, lingerie. Instead of a skirt and blouse this time I bought a party dress and heels.

I decided to waste less time before establishing with the henchmen that yes, I was going to fuck them, so after my preliminary speech about time-loops, I positioned Hoffman with his back to the wall and his pants around his knees, I hitched up my dress and pulled my panties aside, and I backed up into his cock. We were getting a good screw on with me doing all the work, bent over and shaking my ass on his thing while the other guys watched.

I guess I must have said something slightly different to Dr. Sykora this time around, because there was a knock on the door. "This is Margo Zimmerman," a woman's voice called from the other side. "I was told there's a project taking place here that might benefit from my expertise."

Valentine looked to me for approval, and I shrugged, having no idea what to do. So he let her in.

Mrs. Zimmerman was parent-age - like forty or more. She looked like an office worker, with a business skirt, white blouse, and reading glasses on a chain around her neck. Her hair was short, black, and curly, but there were wisps of gray that I guess she didn't care to dye.

"...And apparently that project involves gang-banging a twelve year old," she said when she saw me grinding on Hoffman's dick.

"Fourteen," I corrected. "I'm almost in high school."

Valentine and Cruz thankfully repeated to her what I had told them about my mission, while Hoffman and I changed positions and finished. He set me on a barstool and stood between my legs, banging me determinedly until he came.

Mrs. Zimmerman showed no signs of objection, but she wasn't warm either. Cruz asked the question that was on my mind: "If you'll forgive me, ma'am, what exactly is your expertise?"

"I'm an actuary by trade," she began as if this were an ordinary business meeting, "but that's probably not why I was invited. I do have a master's in education, but I suspect the doctor sent me because of the twelve years I spent fulfilling my patriotic duty to 'support our troops'."

"So you're an expert at fucking like our time-loop Lolita here wants to be," Valentine paraphrased.

"Yes."

One of the first deficiencies that Mrs. Zimmerman identified, based just on discussions, was my awareness and control of a guy's impending release. I needed to learn to slow down and keep a guy going until it suited me for him to come. I was instantly in awe of my new teacher; it had never occurred to me that I could be in charge of that! She told me that the henchmen I'd been working with were poor practice subjects since I already knew their tolerances. Instead of using them for this exercise, she went out into the office for a few minutes, and then came back with a guy - a twenty-something office worker - wearing a blindfold.

"Introduce yourself, Miss Bell," Mrs. Zimmerman commanded.

Not knowing what else to do, I took his hand and shook it. "Hi, I'm Gretchen. Thanks for helping me with this." He was too confused to answer.

Mrs. Zimmerman made him lie on the couch. It was my job to pull his pants down and suck his dick. It was funny-looking with a really big head, but I adapted. I managed to back him off the first time he was about to come, but he surprised me the second time around.

The blindfolded guy left the room and Mrs. Zimmerman filled in the gaps in my blowjob education. Apparently you can sense a whole lot about how far along a guy is by holding his balls. And apparently you can exert a lot of control by how you hold his shaft.

She brought in another blindfolded guy, and this time I stopped him just short of coming a couple times. When Mrs. Zimmerman told me, "Finish him" - like in a martial arts movie or something - it only took me twenty more seconds to get him off.

"Very good, Gretchen," She told me with genuine appreciation in her voice.

We decided to take a break from blowjobs, and, I don't know if anyone claimed it was a lesson, but Valentine and I started making out on the couch. It was quiet and serious and maybe even romantic. His eyes made a connection to me like I'd never experienced. This wasn't just sex. When he reached under my dress and took my panties off, a tidal wave of emotion knocked me senseless. I didn't think it was love, but I felt a sort of belonging and contentment with this man. He took off his shirt - his body was phenomenal - and then his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. Then he helped me out of my dress.

Somebody adjusted the room's lights and they went dim. Nobody was making a sound. Valentine climbed on top of me on the couch and penetrated me. All I could do was sigh along with his gentle thrusting. I probably should have been doing something extra, to make the experience stand out for him, but I couldn't. Half of the time I had my eyes closed because it was all just too much - they physical feelings and emotional ones.

After I came the first time, I looked into his eyes and touched his face. It was stubbly, and for the first time, I realized on a whole different level that he was an adult. I had known it before, of course, but now I felt it. He was an adult and he was making love to me. He had chosen to share this moment with me. I came again, long and slow.

Suddenly my eyes popped open again. I touched his face again. "I want you to come, okay? Please?" They were the first words anyone had spoken in a long time. "It would really mean a lot to me." I didn't know why I said it. I certainly wasn't trying to pressure him to hurry up. I just felt incredibly strongly - deep in my soul - that I wanted him to give me the gift of a little liquid piece of himself.

Valentine nodded and continued his delicate work. I was hugging him tightly when he came. I felt it. His cock twitched inside me and then I felt a little warm glow in my pussy.

We ordered lunch. Mrs. Zimmerman taught me some fine points about grooming, and then period stuff - a conversation at which the guys did not feel welcome.

Through lunch I told them about my police car heist. I told them that they had basically dared me to do it by hinting that a girl never would. They said it was too bad I wasn't an experienced driver so that I could have led them on a grand chase.

After lunch was cleaned up, I asked, "What's the next lesson? What else do I need to know?"

"It would probably be a good idea to practice getting it on with a woman," Valentine said with a devilish spark in his eye.

"No," Mrs. Zimmerman said sternly.

Someone mentioned handjobs, so I spent forever on the couch with Valentine's mostly-hard cock in my hand, trying to make it squirt. My arms got so tired! I couldn't believe how guys could do this regularly. No wonder they have bigger arm muscles than women. I had to keep changing positions, but that probably helped because I was basically crawling all over him like a cat. He kissed me and groped me, which I liked. When he did finally come, his dick didn't shoot wads of semen, it mostly just dribbled.

My arms were aching so I lay down on the couch and rested. Cruz took a good long look at me and said, "Hey Gretchen, can I prone-bone you?"

"I don't know what that is, but, sure!" I told him.

So up went my dress and off came my panties. Cruz sat on my legs and squeezed my butt cheeks while he rubbed his cock against my slit. I was pretty eager to get fucked by the time he finally slid his cock up my pussy. He pumped me and kept slapping, squeezing, and rubbing my butt.

"God I love your ass," he told me. "It's a perfect little athletic ass. Nice and taut. It kills me that I can't fuck it."

"Sorry," I said with a shrug.

"Actually, what I really wish is for the guys and me to triple-team you," he added.

"I think I'd like that," I said. He was doing just fine with regular one-on-one sex right then, I thought.

I heard him spit and I felt something warm and gooey between my butt cheeks. He spread it around with his finger, which was plenty stimulating on its own. Just having my hole touched while he was fucking my pussy was a whole new level of excitement. Then his finger went in. He moved it in and out while his cock thrust through my pussy, and the feelings multiplied. I shrieked, happily, and I didn't need to look at him to know he was smiling. I started to come, and probably every part of me spasmed. I could definitely feel my pussy contracting on his dick, my asshole clenching on his finger. I just kept coming, and moaning, up and down in pitch like an ambulance siren.

After I-don't-know how many dozen squeezes from my pussy, Cruz's restraint broke down. "Oh fuck, not yet! Ugh!" He yelled, and his body let loose with its violent bursts of semen. Even after we were both done coming, my pussy still spasmed, a little, trying to pull every last sperm from its launch tube.

Neither of us got up. Cruz seemed happy just sitting there, with his flaccid member still inside me. I didn't want to deal with the mess that I knew was coming.

"So what else do I need to know?" I asked cheerfully.

"Honestly, I don't know what else there is to go over," Valentine said. Nobody contradicted him.

"So I'm a black belt now?" I asked, surprised at the thought of maybe having achieved my goal.

Hoffman walked up and put his hand on my head. "This is your quest, kid. I think only you can decide what your final test is."

I nodded. I took one last look around, smiling at my teachers, and then I pressed the reset button on my bracelet and they were gone.

Fork 14

"So now that you've got super powers, do you think you'll talk to Freddie?" Elyssa asked. If things went right, this would be the last time she asked me that.

I took hold of Elyssa's hands. "I've got a plan for today. You're going to think I've gone completely crazy, but trust me, okay?"

"If you say so," she smiled.

Austin had only ever shown up at the party on the day that I had fucked William. That was also the day I had been recorded going down on half of the seventh period P.E. class. I needed to play the level exactly like I had before so that I could fight the final boss again, and win this time.

In Algebra I told Darin, once again, to spread the word that I wanted to see all the guys' dicks behind the dugout during P.E. Then after Social Studies when he told me they weren't interested, I told him there was free oral involved for the participants.

It was difficult waiting until P.E.: my pussy was salivating all day. I considered sucking all of the guys to completion, instead of giving each only thirty seconds. I wanted to, but then how would I get William to fuck me too? And what if that changed the rest of the events of the day? No - each guy would only get a half-minute, just like before.

Once P.E. had started and the coach had forgotten about us students, I snuck out to the designated spot. I got there before a lot of the guys this time so I pranced around making flirty faces and asking them to wait. Then, I asked the guys to whip them out, and I began measuring. I was a lot more friendly with my hands this time than when I first did it, a million loops before.

The girls were whispering, probably calling me all kinds of clever names. "I know you brought your phone, Edith. You might as well start recording now," I called to them.

By the time I was done measuring, there were fourteen hard and eager cocks all lined up, belonging to fourteen fidgeting guys. "Thank you guys so much," I told them. "Your contributions to science will serve all of mankind."

I made like I was walking away.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Someone said.

I turned around. "Oh, am I forgetting something?" I said innocently.

"Yeah!" Theo answered.

I smiled and walked up to Marshall, the first in line. I tried to do a sexy walk, but I didn't have much in the way of hips, and I was wearing a P. E. uniform, so I doubt it worked.

When I had done this before, I had counted on my lips and tongue to do all the work. This time, I used my hands, too. This time Marshall got twenty seconds of tip licking, shaft stroking, ball squeezing attention before he came. One by one I took them all on, and I swallowed a lot of come. In my previous loop, three of the guys had shot their loads from my oral; this time I got seven off. I was proud of myself. Fortunately, William wasn't one of them. Edith got it all on video.

Guys and girls both were reluctant to leave, so I asked them to let me talk to William alone. When they dallied, William told them, "You heard her: fuck off." That did the trick.

"So are you going to finish me?" He asked.

I couldn't actually remember how the conversation had gone last time, so I improvised. "Not with my mouth...," I said bashfully.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said, and gave his crotch a little rub.

Over by the big green utility box, he once again held me from behind and put his hand down my shorts. "Ever been fucked?" He asked, touching all the squishy flesh between my legs.

I rubbed my ass against his package with professional accuracy. "In other universes," I answered. "In this one your big cock will be the first."

"Let's get to it, then."

He yanked my shorts and panties down - down to my ankles. With his hand in front, he fed his cock into my virgin cunt. I gasped at the shock of it. I'd had bigger, of course, but this body didn't know that. He started slamming me, making my pussy very quickly adjust to its new life with cocks in it. I gasped every time he banged me for the first thirty seconds.

I stopped bracing myself against the green box with the intent of unhooking my bra. On his next thrust he knocked me off-balance. I stumbled forward and he popped out. He grabbed me, eager to get right back to it, but I decided to roll with the circumstances. I spun around to face him while unhooking my bra, and I pulled up my shirt.

"Suck my tits," I commanded him. He looked at me hesitantly. "Don't worry," I said touching his face, "This doesn't end until you fill my pussy with come."

Reassured, William did as I asked. His fingers roamed all over my front, from my bush to my neck, but his mouth was committed to my boobs alone. He didn't just suck my nipples: sometimes he opened his mouth wide, and it was like he was trying to swallow my whole breast.

I pushed down on his head and he took the hint, kneeling with his face in my twat. He sucked my clit and pushed his fingers up into my cunt. It only took a couple strokes before he gave me a hip-shaking orgasm. Two girls were in the bushes watching, with a phone pointed at us, so I guessed that Edith had just captured a clear recording of my climax from the front.

"Okay, fuck me now!" I declared.

William wasted no time. He sprung to his feet, spun me around, pushed me flat against the green box, and fucked me hard. His hips against mine against the box made a metallic banging noise. He held my wrists against the vertical surface while he thrust with animal intensity.

I was just on the cusp of another orgasm. "You're going to fuck me like this every day, right?"

"You bet your ass I will!"

I came again, moaning with shocking satisfaction. He gripped my wrists hard enough to hurt and he moaned too, finally slowing while his cock filled my pussy with his cream.

After a moment of panting and stillness, I turned around, still between his body and the green box.

I smiled at him. "That was a fun first time!"

William shook his head at me. "No way that was your first time," he said. I shrugged.

Back at my house, Elyssa burst: "I really need to know more about this plan of yours!"

"I had to do everything the same to be sure that Austin would show up at the party," I explained.

"Who's Austin?" Elyssa puzzled. She added, "You've done this before?"

"He's my dragon!" I told her. She didn't get it. "I'm on a quest, and he's my final test. If I can impress him with my sex skills, then I win!"

"You win what?" She challenged me.

"Um...," I stalled. "Personal growth? Pride?"

"So you've just been fucking all the guys at school indiscriminately because you're worried that you might be a bad lay?" She asked.

"I know I was a bad lay! You overheard them talking," I explained. "And not just guys at school. I tried but I couldn't learn much from them."

"Then who?" Elyssa asked scandalously. "Not teachers!?"

"Ew, no," I answered. "Your dad has these henchmen who are really hot, and super nice."

Elyssa groaned and buried her head in her hands. "Well, I hope you slay your dragon."

I had been looking for Austin at the party but he managed to sneak up on me. "My man William tells me you came out with a bang," he said from behind me.

I smiled at him. "I had to do something to get your attention."

"All that, on the video, was for my benefit?" He asked.

"It was the only way I knew to get you to come to the party," I explained. "Let's get some real drinks and then go somewhere private."

Once again, Austin came back to me with a spiked drink, and led me to a bedroom. I did a strip tease for him while we finished our drinks, and then he kissed me. It seemed almost unfair, kissing when I was completely naked and he was fully clothed. He snuck a finger up into my pussy, for just a moment.

I started peeling the clothes from him. Once he was completely naked, he lay on the floor. This time I didn't mount him straight away. This time I crawled around between his legs and sucked his balls into mouth. I hummed and sucked his boys while jerking his shaft.

I decided to play with his ego a little. Spitting out his balls, I observed, "I hoped you were going to fuck me, but now that I see you, I don't think we can."

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Well, look at you!" I explained. "You're too big. There's no way that monster can fit into my tiny little pussy."

"William's fit," he argued.

"Well yeah, but that was William's. This is you!" Truthfully they were about the same size, but I figured he'd want to believe me, or at least appreciate the lie.

"It'll fit. Trust me."

"Okay," I told him. "I'll try...."

I moved over him, squatting and kneeling in a variety of positions, moving his cock around near my hole, getting it wet with my fluids. I pushed him into me, a little bit, a few times, at bad angles to make it feel like there was more resistance than there was. It wasn't difficulty: my pussy in this timeline hadn't had much chance to limber up.

"No, I can't! I'm sorry!" I told him, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

He stood and put his arm on my back. "Let me try."

I lay back in the middle of the bed and spread my legs for him. He climbed on top of me. Gently, with a bunch of little strokes, he worked his cock into me. It was a tight fit but he knew what he was doing. I made a shocked face, with mouth open and eyes wide, every time he pushed a little more.

"There, see?" He said as he found a slow thrusting pace.

"Just don't break me, okay?" I asked him. I put my arms around his neck. "Well, don't break me before you make me come."

He created powerful feelings in me quickly, and I didn't fight my urge to moan. "Shh!" He cautioned, putting his hand over my mouth. "William's parents will hear." I nodded. He removed his hand and I stifled my volume.

"I can't believe it feels this good!" I told him, squirming and touching every inch of his body with my arms and legs. "Your dick is amazing!" I was getting close, and my dirty-talk was strengthening his vigor. "How is this even... Oh! You're gonna make me come. Austin you've got to make me come! Fuck the come out of me! Yeah!"

I pumped my hips just as aggressively as he was doing for the last few cycles before my climax, and then I squealed - not too loudly but louder than I had been. I dug my fingers into his muscles and squeezed him with my thighs while the lustful chain reaction burned inside of me. When it was done I grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him hard.

By that time, Austin was groaning in a soft rumble and he started to get a crazed look in his eye. He thrust faster.

I squirmed and pushed on his chest, trying to crawl out from under him. "Wait - switch," I said. I laid him on his back and then I re-mounted him. "I want you to see my whole body when you come."

I was by no means gentle riding his cock, starting with a hard fast forward-back grind. I was working harder to make him come than he had been, and I'm sure the determination showed in my face. After a minute I switched to a swift up-down while I played with my tits. I could actually see two-thirds of his cock coming out before being swallowed again by my ravenous cunt. The bed springs creaked in concert with me, but not too loudly.

I switched my rhythm again, griding circles on his cock like a mortar and pestle. I hadn't expected I would come again, but a few seconds into this new motion, I knew that I would. Forgetting about my lover for a moment, I closed my eyes and focused purely on the intense buildup of excitement in my own body. I moaned "ah's", forgetting to be quiet, as I lost my humanity and became nothing but a fucking machine. Austin moaned loudly along with me, and I realized the bed had been thumping for quite some time. My lover ejaculated and then flopped like a rag doll, but he remained stiff enough for me shatter the last barrier to climax fifteen seconds later.

Austin lay on the bed - half dead from the look of him - while I got dressed. A few people clapped when I emerged from the bedroom.

I had been counting on Elyssa overhearing William and Austin talking about me again this time, but I decided it probably wasn't going to happen. That was okay. Even without their say-so, I knew I'd won.

I took off my bracelet to end my adventure.

Base Reality

I found myself back at Elyssa's house in the morning, just like I was used to, but for the first time in an eternity, my bracelet was blue.

"Welcome back," Dr. Sykora said. For him, I think, no time had passed. "Are you ready to tell me everything?" He got ready to take notes. Elyssa looked at me eagerly.

"Yes, but, can I tell each of you separately?" I looked at Elyssa. "I don't want you to hear it the way I'll have to tell him."

Epilogue

I wasn't a sex black belt - not even close. But I was pretty far ahead of my peers, and I did commit to daily exercises for my Kegels and my gag reflex.

I had no interest left in Freddie by the end of my adventure, but I did date Marshall for a number of months. I don't know why I had never noticed him before. He's the one I lost my official virginity to, months later over the summer. I never became the extrovert that I was in my time loops, but I wasn't as shy as I had been before, either.

I had my share of boyfriends throughout high school and college. Some of them stayed my friends when things ended, some hated me. Either way, whenever word got back to me that they'd been talking about me, I always liked what they had to say about the sex.