Mr. Irresistible
written by:
I.P.Freely

Mr. Irresistible

By: E.W. Shirk

Started: December 18, 2002

Cameron blames his luck with women on the fact that he is over-ordinary. A quick visit from the Pimp-Fairy changes that overnight. What would you do if you were irresistible to women? Includes a little bit of everything. You won't be disappointed.

Dear readers, This story is a little old but up until a few weeks ago, it was left unfinished. I had a few weeks off and remembered how fun it was to play author so I looked up this story on eroticstories.com. Pleased that it still was ranked rather high on "The hall of fame," I figured what the hell, I might as well finish it. I still remember the day I started this story, simply because I figured that it was possible to create a sensual story that was still interesting aside from the sex. You might notice that the second day is qualitatively better. This is simply because I've matured as a writer between the ages of 18-23. However, Cameron has always been a fun character for me, so he still remains true from chapter 1 to the end. As always, I'd like to hear what you guys think. I always reply to fans, so I would appreciate if you'd tell me what is wrong/right with my writing. Enjoy the story.

"Lasciva Est Nobis Paginas Vita Proba" -My book is filthy but my life is pure

Chapter 1 - "Then It Begins"

The luscious Asian writhed her lithe figure up and down the man's body, squealing in muffled contentment. Her smooth tanned skin was covered in perspiration and her breasts bobbed up and down as she ground her ass against him.

I quickened my pace, my wrist starting to burn from sheer exhaustion. The hottie on my computer monitor came up for a breath and the video shot to the dude's face. "Aww, Jesus man." Why the fuck do they always have to show the close-up of the dude's face? Is this really fucking necessary? It's not like scores and scores of women get off to the wonderful looking men of porn every night. It's debatable, but I'm fairly certain. And even if they do, I'll put money on the fact that their not looking at the dude's "face" either. His features were contorted in what I guess was ecstasy, although it looked like she was biting his dick off rather than sucking it. I tried to forget about it and keep my groove but this guy was so damn ugly. He kind of looked like a leprechaun.

"KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!" What was left of my boner leapt back into the safety of my boxers with frightening speed. Goddamn it, who was it now! I was about to start cursing the little prick, no pun intended, for cowardice, when my mother's booming voice came from the hallway. "Cam, isn't it time for bed?" Oh God, here we go again.

First of all, I was 18. She had no right telling me when to go to sleep. Secondly, it was 9:30 on a Tuesday. The woman was going senile. And thirdly, lastly, and definitely most importantly...actually there is no third reason. She shouldn't be knocking on my door. However, arguing with stupid people is a useless venture.

"I'll go to sleep in a few minutes mom, just finishing up some homework" is what I said. What I thought was "Jesus Christ you Nazi bitch, can I not have ten minutes to do my thing in peace?" Just then the Asian onscreen got stuffed and let out a nice shrill "Oh yeah, fuck me!"

"What did you say Cam?" Shit, she must be pressed up against the door or something.

"I'm studying mom, go away." I paused the video temporarily and waited to hear her footsteps retreating down the hallway before resuming. My little buddy slowly came back to life and after a few more minutes of *ahem* studying, I rubbed one off into a wad of tissue paper. How depressing...

My name is Cameron Blake. Yes, I realize that I have two first names. Yes, I am OK with that. I live in White Prairie, Pennsylvania, also known as boring ass place in boring ass state. I live on Franklin Street, third house down, the one with the red fence. I'm the guy next door, your ordinary teenager, an average Joe in every sense of the word. I have brown hair and brown eyes, am 6 feet tall, and have finely chiseled *cough* semi-chiseled abs. Most importantly however, I'm a guy that isn't getting laid and should be. This is how I've come to know my existence.

I collapsed on my bed. Work was hell tonight. It was another grueling night at Jolly's Video Rental and Sale. If I have to tell anyone else to have a "jolly jolly day" I'm going to end up vomiting all over them. Breathe in, breathe out. Relax Cam. I stared at the white plaster ceiling above me. For some reason I thought of the sex scene from Basic Instinct where Sharon Stone and that guy screw in the room with the mirror on the ceiling. I wonder if I could sleep in a bed with a mirror right above me. It'd probably scare the hell out of me whenever I woke up. I could probably fuck in one though, especially one with Sharon Stone in it.

"This sucks ass," I said aloud, referring to life. Actually I was referring to beating off. Life was not that bad. I just wanted a little poontang. I don't know, I wasn't bad looking by any means but I was just so god damn ordinary. You could practically rename me John Smith and stamp "WASP" on my forehead. I closed my eyes and began to drift off to dream world. Circles began swirling round and round, and then those crazy sheep starting jumping around...hold up; I gotta piss first. I hopped out of bed in my boxers, unlocked my door, and scratched my ass as I walked to the bathroom. I drained my lizard and stood in front of the sink washing my hands. I stared hard at my reflection in the mirror/medicine-cabinet combo every house in the country has. That's when it happened. I looked down at the sink to splash some water over my face, and when I looked back up at my reflection, I saw a black man with a purple hat standing directly behind me. My reaction was normal. I screamed at the top of my lungs like a 4-year-old girl and swung around falling on my ass. But as I looked around the room, I realized that there was no black man. What the hell is going on? "Are you okay Hun?" My mother's voice could reach me anywhere I went in this damn house.

"Shut-up mom, I'm studying," I yelled. The black man had disappeared. He was nowhere in sight. Maybe it's me that's going senile. I shook it off and started to feel self-pity for going nuts at such a young age when I got up again and glanced back in the mirror. That crazy black man glanced right back at me. After falling over again, and yelling to my mother to shut-up again, I finally gathered myself together and looked into the mirror one more time. The black guy smiled at me and his gold teeth glinted in the light. Was I dreaming? There really couldn't be some black dude in my mirror, could there? "Um...hello" I said, oddly worried about what to say rather than realizing that I was talking to a fucking mirror. I reached out and started to poke the mirror and the black dude looked at me like I was a retard. Strangely, the mirror then spoke.

"Hello Cameron," It said. "I am the Pimp-Fairy." I must have been dreaming because only my twisted imagination could come up with something called a Pimp-Fairy. "I have come to bestow upon you a great and marvelous gift."

I thought for a second and, in all my wisdom, spoke aloud. "What the fuck are you doing in my mirror, black man!"

He continued. "Cameron, you have been selected by the great, wise, all-knowing Player to be the next recipient of the greatest of treasures. You are the one, Cameron."

"The one what?" I asked.

"The one who isn't getting laid and should be." He said. Well shit, yay for me I suppose. "Prepare to receive your gift, The Power of The Pimp!!!"

I kind of chuckled but then stopped, realizing again that I was still talking to a mirror. The little black man reflection waved his golden cane. "It is done" he finally replied. Then I snapped.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing my mirror, and what is this gift!?.....And what the fuck are you doing in my mirror!"

"Cameron, from this moment forth, you are hereby blessed by the Pimp-Fairy. No more will women idly pass you by. No more will you jack off to cheap porn. No longer will you remain a virgin. You have inherited the Power of The Pimp! From now on, you are irresistible to women!"

I stared at the mirror for a second or two. I poked it again and the black man just shook his head disapprovingly at me. I turned and walked out of the bathroom. Man, I've got to stop smoking so much weed. Dismissing this little encounter as merely mild hallucinations from something or another I re-entered my room and collapsed on my bed. I have seriously got to get more sleep. I closed my eyes and chuckled to myself. "Pimp-Fairy, hehehe. That's funny." I slowly drifted off into a blissful land of gumdrops and sugarplums but something was off. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but I couldn't help but feel a little bit...peculiar...

Chapter 2 - "My Spidey Sense is tingling!"

Let's get something straight here. Why the fuck are alarm clocks so harsh? I realize that people need to wake up but why to this terrible alarm klaxon. I started using an alarm to wake myself up 4 years ago and already it is making me psychotic. I shit you not. Whenever I hear an alarm while awake, I go fucking insane. I remain cool on the outside, so people think I'm sane and shit but on the inside, nothing is holding me back from taking a sledgehammer to the face of that guy next to me. I also developed an interesting defense mechanism. Whenever I'm lying in bed, asleep, and my alarm goes off, my brain doesn't wake up right away. The first body part to move is my left arm. The moment the auditory nerve sends the signal of the alarm noise to my brain (still asleep mind you) my arm flies out of the sheets straight towards the alarm clock at blistering speeds. The arm is equally intelligent as it is fast. It knows exactly which button to push. It doesn't hit the snooze button, oh no, because it knows that this will only provide momentary safety from the harsh noise. Instead, it goes for the tiny button above the alarm button with the little nipple on top. It goes for this button because it knows that it will turn the alarm clock off for good and successfully end the threat. Most of the time I awake before my arm can finish its task but every once in a while, it moves with such dexterity that I never even wake up. I hate when this happens. It makes me late for school because, like most kids, I set my alarm to give me about 20 minutes to shower, shit, shave, and drive to school. The magical time I was to wake up was 7:40. Because of the delicate pattern in which I follow the afore-mentioned activities to allow maximum utility for my time, waking up even a minute after my alarm should have woke me throws the entire balance out of whack. I looked at the clock. It said 7:50. I said "Oh shit." My mother said "Get up you lazy scoundrel, you'll be late for school." I said "grumble, grumble, grumble."

Normally it takes several seconds to gather my thoughts together when I wake up but when I'm late I'm empowered by this sort of "panic energy". I literally jumped out of bed and as soon as I did, I noticed a difference. Something was...not quite right. I felt a little heavier, so to speak. Despite my lack of time I stopped short. I glanced over at my wall mirror and instantly remembered the words I heard last night from that crazy black dude in the mirror. Didn't he call himself the Pimp-Fairy? That's fucking hilarious; I'll tell my friends about that one. But he also told me something else.

"Cameron, from this moment forth, you are hereby blessed by the Pimp-Fairy. No more will women idly pass you by. No more will you jack off to cheap porn. No longer will you remain a virgin. You have inherited the Power of The Pimp! From now on, you are irresistible to women!"

I don't know how I remembered that entire paragraph, but I did. Hmmm. I scratched my tummy while I pondered these cryptic words. My eyebrows instantly rose as I felt something strange under my shirt. It almost felt like...definition. I ripped off my shirt and beheld a body not of this earth. "HOLY SHIT!" I had the tummy of a Greek God. In fact, I had the entire physique of Greek God. I still had the same thin frame I always had but I was now equipped with a fully defined six-pack and some kick-ass man-boobs as well. This would certainly explain that strange feeling I had, but where did all this come from? To tell the truth, I really didn't care. I started flexing in the mirror and admiring how goddamn beautiful I was but my mother brought me back to reality, "Cameron, wake up!" God I hate that bitch. I put my shirt back on to avoid the stupid questions she was bound to ask and that I definitely couldn't answer and headed for the shower.

My mother gave me one of those sinister glances as I brushed past her. I tried not to look in her eyes. She was like the medusa. I feigned coughing while calling her a "bitch" but she heard what I said. "I heard that you little bastard" She said, and smiled as she walked away. She always thinks I'm joking when I insult her. Heh, I am SO far from joking. My friends think I'm an asshole for treating my mother the way I do but that's because they don't know what that horrible witch did to me as a child. I was a sick child but had a lot of fun anyways. I had a ton of friends and tons of stuff to do all the time. Then I developed asthma and that bitch started giving me steroids from the doctor to fend it off. Now one thing is true. When you take steroids and work out, they make you huge. Well, when you're sick and young and take them for medicinal purposes, they make you huge too. Those damn pills made me so fat it was frightening. It took me 4 years to lose the weight but I'm still recovering from the emotional abuse of 1st graders who didn't know what kind of anguish they caused by making fun of the fat kid. Honestly, it wasn't as bad as I make it out to be but those pills didn't even help me, it was her choice to use steroids. She could have used something else. She should have used something else.

I walked into the bathroom, locked the door behind me, and stared into the mirror. I once more took off my shirt and admired the radical change that occurred over night. I gave a good arm-flex but over my bulging biceps I caught the reflection of a clock hanging on the opposite wall. It was 8 o'clock already. I had better put the heat on or I was going to be quite late for school. This was not the time to be ogling over my supremely luscious new body. I pulled the shower curtain open and turned on the showerhead. I tested the water, ripped off my PJ pants, and jumped in. It was then that something hit me. Yeah, it was water, but something else hit me as well. Something else felt a little heavier. You know what I mean. I glanced down and nearly fainted. A single ray of light shined through the bathroom window and fell upon my penis. The sound of Handel's Hallelujah Chorus began to reverberate throughout the bathroom. My god, it was beautiful.

I went to bed with a bit less than 6 inches, fully erect, but woke up with what I would guess to be 8 or 9 inches while soft! I reached down and touched it. Every man knows every intricacy of his own dick but this one was new to me. To be honest, it felt a little strange touching a foreign penis. I shook off those slightly homosexual thoughts and marveled at its design. This was no ordinary penis. I could tell that under its rather large surface appearance, it contained a power unfathomable to the ordinary man. It seethed with sexual energy. I knew I was strapped for time but I had to try this puppy out. I mean, who wouldn't? I closed my eyes and pictured Christi Turlington bouncing up and down on my brand new cock. The beast instantly came to life, rising like a fucking Frankenstein. It pulsated with my heartbeat and filled up with rock hard power. I couldn't erase the smile from my face if I tried. Well, I started doing my thing, and to make a long story short, I never had a better orgasm in my life. My arm was a little tired from moving up and down my enormous length but it was well worth it. Also, I could kill people with this thing. When I climaxed, it fired about ten shots with the velocity of a .22 rifle. Damn, that Pimp-Fairy is the shit. My shower did take a bit longer than expected, especially since I was late, but I think that's fair considering what he gave me. So far, in one hour of my day, I awoke to find myself wrapped in a fabulous new body with a cock that could make Jenna Jameson scream in pain. Well, maybe not Jenna, but you get the picture. I could only imagine what the rest of the day had in store for me. The Pimp-Fairy didn't even mention a new body. To say the least, I was giddy with anticipation. I got out of the shower and flexed a few more times before I tried to pull my jeans on, failing violently. My legs had grown in size with muscle overnight and I was barely able to pull the fuckers up on the second try, and even then, I had to do several lunges in my room to stretch them out enough to retain my dignity. Satisfied that I didn't look gay, I headed downstairs.

After grabbing a pop tart and scowling at my mother a little more I walked out of the house to my car. If only that fairy could have given me a better car. I sighed upon sight of my 89' Plymouth Acclaim. If you've ever seen this particular model of shit, you know what I mean. As I opened the car door, the pleasant smell of my particular brand of air freshener wafted into my nostrils. Damn my car smelled like weed. I started the ignition and checked the clock. Homeroom had begun 5 minutes ago but I didn't fucking care. I had a huge dick. I pulled out of the driveway and drove to school. 3 joints later I pulled into my parking spot and emerged from my vehicle with a huge grin on my face and a cup of Starbucks coffee in my hand. I usually only smoke one in the morning but this was a special occasion. I had a huge dick. I breathed in the fresh air, slung my bag over my shoulder and walked down the walkway towards my destiny...which was currently the high school.

I strolled crookedly down the broken cement walkway to the school and sipped some more of my coffee. Have you ever read the label on the Starbucks cups? That shit cracks me up. "It is a fleeting moment: With the eyes of an artist, the Starbucks master roaster watches for the perfect roast" Give me a break, it's fuckin' coffee. And me thinks that that fleeting moment snuck past them this morning anyway. This tasted like shit. I should've expected as much when the on-duty master roaster is a scary 6'7" black lady named Jolanda who sounds like Barry White. I'm always wary about women that can crush me with their bare hands.

As I walked into the hallway, I noticed they were barren. "Oh shit," I said aloud while starting to laugh hysterically for no apparent reason. Jesus, I was stoned. Classes must have already started. I was pretty damn late. I giggled a little more and took a slow jog to my locker. The only thing that sucked about smoking before school is that I could never remember my locker combination. On this morning, because I was feeling particularly groovy, I finally got it on the 7th try. I clicked open the locker and hung up my coat. Suddenly, I immediately tensed at the feel of two feminine hands squeezing my ass. Surprised, I quickly turned around and found myself face to face with Sasha Yimin. In complete shock, I backed up and smacked up against the lockers. Sasha was the kind of girl that could have that effect on a man. She had that effect on me especially, because I'm such a hit with the ladies (heavy sarcasm). "Oh Randy, I would have never recognized you by the shape of your ass, have you been working out?" Time froze.

While time is frozen, let me paint you a picture of Sasha. First of all, she is hot as hell. She had long black hair to just below her shoulders with a few dark brown highlights. Her face was the perfect complexion, slightly tanned, but not overly dark. Her eyes were bright green and absolutely gorgeous. They were obviously modified by those colored contacts, but it just made her even more beautiful. She also wore just the right amount of light blue eye shadow. This, combined with her dark eyeliner, accentuated her eyes so that you could easily get lost in them if the rest of her body didn't tear you away. Her red lips were slightly open in that sexy half-smile girls like to do with guys they tease but something told me that she wasn't trying to tease me. Her lovely neck scaled down to her lovely petite shoulders and arms that were a perfect athletic feminine thinness. They weren't so thin that she looked anorexic and they weren't too thick, like some of those beastly basketball players. Her breasts were perfect like the rest of her. About the size of oranges, they were perky with youth. She always walked with her chest jutted out because they were so magnificent. Under those wonderful globes was her stomach, flat with the slightest definition that was barely discernible at first glance. Her belly button was adorable. The stomach is my favorite part of a woman, hinting at the treasures beneath and above, and hers was perfect. Her waist widened slightly to her hips and to her long wonderful legs. They were legs that have never been scarred or chaffed. They were legs that went on for miles. They were legs I'd like to feel wrapped around my back. She was a goddess, and did I mention a cheerleader? She was wearing the standard bare mid-dress outfit of our school's squad, emblazoned with a panther between her tits and adorned with our school's colors, black and dark purple.

To say the least I was stunned. To say it correctly though, I was nearly comatose with fear. I did, however, believe her about my ass. I had checked it out in the mirror earlier in the morning and it was pretty marvelous. Sasha had never spoken to me before and I had never spoken to her. I knew her from a few classes together and from gazing longingly at the cheerleaders every chance I got. Also, she had a nice reputation as a slut. This was good news for me, I guess, but I felt a little sad for her. She was far too beautiful to have a bad reputation. I never thought that she knew me and I guess I was right, considering she called me Randy. Who the fuck is Randy?

"Um, actually my name is Cameron" I stuttered.

"Really?" she said, "I love that name." She spoke very softly and very sexy-like while taking a step forward and placing her hands on my chest. She was now inches from my body. Suddenly my brand new shiny Penis woke up and said "Huh, What's going on?" She continued.

"So have you?" She smiled and tilted her head a bit. "Been working out I mean, I think I would have noticed an ass like yours before." She reached behind me and grabbed my cheeks, pulling them forward, closer to her. I felt her hot breath against my face. Was she drunk or something? She didn't smell intoxicated. In fact, she smelled intoxicating. I had no fucking clue what was going on. I was too frightened to speak so I just marveled at her beauty a little more. Then I recalled, once more, the words of the wonderful Pimp-Fairy.

"Cameron, from this moment forth, you are hereby blessed by the Pimp-Fairy. No more will women idly pass you by. No more will you jack off to cheap porn. No longer will you remain a virgin. You have inherited the Power of The Pimp! From now on, you are irresistible to women!"

Trust me, that's not the last time I'd recall those words (and that's not the last time you'll see them either). This was just fucking amazing! One of the hottest girls I've ever known was coming on to me like a drunken whore. She leaned forward, pressing her chest to mine, while still gripping my ass. She stepped forward with one leg and slowly began to hump my upper thigh. Her head was resting against my shoulder and I could hear her muffled moans against the fabric of my fleece. "Relax baby," she said and rubbed her hair against my face. I placed my hands on her waist uneasily as I was just beginning to loosen up. I couldn't believe what was happening. She moved her face to the side of my head and circled my ear with her tongue. The feeling was electrifying. "Cameron, I want you now." She said. My cock lurched to full attention stabbing her hips. She smiled and let out the sexiest little squeal I have ever heard. Did I hear her correctly? I could not imagine sex with this girl. It would be too beautiful for words. She stared up at me with those tantalizing eyes and leaned in for a kiss. Her nose touched mine. My eyes closed and my mind began drifting away to paradise...

"What is going on here!" My heart skipped a beat and I immediately straightened up at the voice of principal Lecter. Yes, that's right, Lecter, the same as in Hannibal Lecter. You know, the guy who eats people? I quickly pushed my dick as far down as it would go and turned to face the fat bastard who was rapidly approaching from my right. Was I really just humping Sasha Yimin with my thigh? And was principal Lecter actually fucking up my first-ever chance to get laid? I realized that the answer to both of those questions was "yes" as Sasha grabbed my shirt and pulled my face to hers. She whispered into my ear, "To be continued," smacked my ass, and starting briskly walking away the other direction. I smiled as I watched her leave: that luscious ass waving me goodbye. "Mr. Blake!" Shit, I already forgot about that cocksucker. I brushed off my shirt and tried to gather my composure. "Mr. Blake, I should have known. You weren't necking with that girl were you son? I'm sure you know that fraternization isn't allowed in my school."

"Necking Sir?" I started to laugh. Shit, I was still a little high.

"You know what I mean smartass, why aren't you in class?" He stopped in front of me, trying to stare me down with those beady little eyes. Clarence Lecter was a short, fat, near-sighted simpleton who thought he was the shit because he was a principal. He looked a whole lot like that smart asshole Sicilian on "The Princess Bride." INCONCEIVABLE! We had a loving relationship because we saw so much of each other. I had a reputation too, you see, and while "stoner" isn't as bad as "slut," it still managed to put me in a great position with authority figures. He began to sniff the air around me. "Is that marijuana I smell son? Have you been smoking doobies in my school?" I really tried not to laugh, I really did, but hearing the word "doobie" is so damn funny, especially when I'm stoned. I started giggling but snapped out of it as quickly as possible.

"Uh sir...I really wouldn't know if you smell weed...err...marijuana, because I don't know what it smells like." Good lord I was fucked. I messed that up so bad a two-year-old could have figured out I was lying. Lester stared at me for a second.

"Step aside son. I'm checking your locker." He gave me a little push aside and opened up my locker. I gave him a 50/50 chance of finding something. I really couldn't remember whether or not I'd left anything in there so I was a little worried.

"Gimme a break Clarence, my power went out last night and my alarm didn't go off. I have a huge sociology test tomorrow and I really got to get to my class before I miss anymore of the review." I emphasized the word "huge" for a little pinache. I gave him my wounded animal look and hoped he'd let me go. Clarence paused and stared at me again.

"My name is Mr. Lecter, smartass, and while I know you're up to something, I'll let you go this time out of mercy and respect for your teachers. However, if you ever come in late again, you're mine." He pointed at his eyes and then at me. "I'm watching you Mr. Blake. Get to your class."

I don't why people believe my lies, I'm so goddamn bad at it. Oh well, score two points for me. He turned away and waddled down the hall, his little legs carrying all that weight as fast as they could. Until we meet again, Hannibal, until we meet again. I quickly took the opportunity to review what had just happened. Was Sasha Yimin just gyrating against my crotch saying she wanted to fuck me? It sounded too good to be true but I looked down and my dick seemed to agree, and he never lied. "What the hell?" I said aloud while grabbing my books and stuffing them in my bag. I looked down the hall but Sasha wasn't there. That Pimp-Fairy sure did something, that's for sure. And if that bastard wouldn't have shown up when he did I'd probably have Sasha bent over a desk somewhere, pounding away. That little prick. Oh well, she did say, "To be continued." Indeed Sasha. Indeed.

I gathered the rest of my stuff and sprayed a little AXE on for safety's sake. No sense risking another encounter. I walked down the ever-familiar hall and peered in to my first-period class. He was talking. This was good. At least I hadn't missed a test or anything. I opened up the door.

Don't you hate walking into class late, or anywhere late for that matter? Everyone stares at you and the teacher purposely stops speaking so everyone can hear your pitiful excuse. "Uh gee wiz sir, I woke up today with a new dick and just had to whack off at least once before school today." Yeah, that definitely wouldn't fly. I looked at the class and everyone was staring at me. What a horrible feeling THAT is. "Sorry I'm late Mr. Mathews, I slept in a little."

"That's fine Cameron, just take your seat." I gratefully did as asked. I walked down aisle one to my back row seat where I could happily relax after this morning's harrowing events. I plopped down in my seat and fished out my book. I reached for a pencil from my bag but glanced up and realized that almost every girl in the class was still staring at me. I brushed off my shirt and started looking about me for something wrong. Was there shit on my face or something?

"Hey People," Mr. Mathews shouted and clapped his hands, "We've got class here, remember?" Finally, the girls turned away but a few of them gave me glancing smiles. I smiled back, of course, and reclined in my chair. I guess they were all just trying to fight the urge to fuck me. At least that's what I hoped it was. Considering my little run-in with Sasha it seemed perfectly likely. Hmm, every girl in the school wants to fuck me. This had the potential to be a very good day.

I breathed a sigh of relief to finally be in class and took in some of the scenery. Most of the fine ladies in this class were excellent looking. There was Shannon, the always-nice sandy blonde in the front row. She was pretty hot and had an ass to die for but her attitude and manner just overwhelmed me sometimes. She was one of those girls that were just profoundly happy all the time. It normally just makes her fun to be around but on the wrong day it can provoke you to kill your fellow man. There was Cara, the cute girl-next-door that tried to hide her great looks behind glasses but failed in the attempt because they actually made her look hotter. What was great about this girl-next-door was that she actually was the girl next door. We've been friends since we were little kids and she's always been there for me. We'd gotten along fine for years but lately she's turned into a real hottie, and because I'm a big pussy, this actually drove us apart because I didn't know what to say to her.

Ahh, and then there's Stacey. If God was a woman, her name would be "Stacey." I've had a crush on this girl since the third grade. She's just strikingly beautiful with a great personality to boot. I liked everything about her. Her short blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, sticking through the back of her baseball cap. I've always had a thing for girls wearing caps. I guess it's some kind of fetish for me. She had a great body too although today she was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. Few people can look absolutely amazing in that outfit but Stacey pulled it off easily. She was hotter than hot. She leaned forward in her seat just enough to expose a little bit of her bare back. Hey now, those jeans are a little low. Is that a thong I see?

"Cameron!" shouted Mr. Mathews. I must have zoned out again.

"Huh, oh I'm sorry sir. What did you say?"

"I was just wondering if you could tell the class why Pavlov's dog box was so effective." I had no clue what the fuck he was talking about. Puppy love? Dog box? What?

"I'm sorry sir, I wasn't paying attention." I admitted.

"Straighten yourself up in that chair Cam, c'mon, this stuff is important." Some of the girls looked back at me again and giggled. They were all that I was thinking about. They were all I ever thought about.

Class took forever and I was beginning to fall asleep, still staring at Stacey's ass, when the class bell woke me with a start. I quickly rose and gathered my things. I was nervous with anticipation. How would these girls react to me now? As I walked out of the door, I was greeted by 3 girls, all smiling and laughing with each other. "Hey Cam," they said, almost in unison. I smiled and was about to say something back when another girl to my right said, "Hi Cameron, how's it hanging?" If she only knew how IT was hanging she would probably faint. I turned around in the hallway being greeted by every girl that passed, either with a smile, a gesture, or words. Good God, did the Pimp-Fairy really make me irresistible? Gina, a girl I knew for several years, totally hot, squeezed my shoulder as she walked by. I spun around only to see her fleeting smile as she passed. This was amazing. My self-esteem was skyrocketing.

What the hell was going on? I didn't quite know, but I liked it. Every girl I passed stared at me or gave me a sly glance. I was all smiles in return to each girl that passed me by. This was so awesome. I felt like the most attractive being in all of humanity. Hell, depending on how good that Pimp-Fairy was, I could very well be the most attractive being in all of humanity. And I felt it. With each passing, with each stare, with each smile I grew more daring. The feeling of power was overwhelming. I stopped off in the restroom for a quick refresher before my next class. I walked into that bathroom a new man, a confident man. I took a piss while still smiling to myself at my good fortune. "This can't get any better," I thought. I walked from the stall to the faucet and washed my hands. Just then I remembered the event that started all this. It was last night when I spotted that strange black man in my mirror. I leaned over to splash some water in my face and then turned off the faucet. This situation was the same as last night. I half expected to see a weird black dude in the mirror when I looked up. Well, I didn't see the Pimp-Fairy in the mirror, but I did see a beautiful girl standing behind me. I was a bit startled but figured that she must have followed me in here. Why else would a girl be in the boy's bathroom? I turned around to face her and grabbed some paper towels to wipe my face with. I really couldn't think of anything else to say so I just stated the obvious. "Uh Hi. This is the boy's bathroom you know?"

This girl looked really good so I was a bit confused as to why I had never seen her before. She had blonde hair pulled back with one of those plastic claw deals. A few strands dangled on the back of her neck and one strand of hair hung on the outer side of each of her lovely eyes. She had great blue eyes, as deep as the ocean. She had on light lipstick, with a slightly darker lining around and her makeup was done in a way that accentuated her lips. She was smiling and staring at me as I moved. Her breasts were fantastic and she knew it too. She was wearing one the tightest shirts I have ever seen. It really wasn't much of a shirt but it managed to cover up most of her stomach above her belly button and the lower part of each breast. She must have been at least a C cup too cause there was some serious cleavage here. That's quite large for a girl as thin as she was. Her cute belly button was pierced with a diamond stud and her waist trailed off elegantly to her proportionate hips. Some people don't like belly button piercing but I find it extremely arousing. Speaking of arousing, my newly acquired best friend began to stir. She was wearing very short jean shorts below that and her long sensual stems ended in New Balance shoes. The girl had taste.

"You're Cameron right?" she said.

"Yeah," I replied, "Can I help you with something?" She knew my name. It always made me feel good when people I didn't know knew me.

"Oh, you probably don't know me, my name is Janelle. I'm a friend of your sister's." Oh god, she was one of Sarah's little groupies. Sarah was two grades lower than me and extremely popular because she was good looking. My friends were always asking me to hook them up with dates and shit. It was really quite annoying. She did have tasty looking friends though. Janelle reached up and twirled her finger around in one of her loose strands of hair. I love it when girls do that. "I've been over your house a few times but we've never actually met."

"Well, it's nice to meet you." She just kept staring. I didn't know what to do. "Can I help you with anything?" She took a few steps forward, still twirling her hair.

"Actually, I was hoping that you could help me with something. You see, every time I see you I get this funny feeling that I really can't explain." She started smiling coyly. What is this here? This couldn't be flirting, could it? I've heard of this before but the never actually been the object of it. It felt kind of nice.

"Umm......ok," I said. I hate myself.

"Yeah," She said, still smiling widely. She kept walking closer. "And the thing is, its getting worse. All the other times I got this feeling I just shrugged it off, but today it feels like I'm going to explode."

"No kidding," I said. Wow, another genius remark from the empty recesses of my resin-coated brain.

"Actually, it's more of an urge I guess." She stepped up right next to me and looked into my eyes. She was about 5'6," so she had to look up at me this close. God, she was beautiful. She placed a hand on my shirt and started rubbing up and down my chest. "Are you starting to get a funny feeling about me?" she asked. My cock started pressing against the fabric of my boxers. What is going on? It must be like all-extremely-hot-girls-try-to-fuck-Cameron-day or something. Actually I thought her whole "funny feeling" approach was cheesy as hell. You know, the kind of crap you read in shitty sex stories or something. Honestly though, it was working. Here is the part where I seize up from fear.

"Uh...yeah," I mumbled in a sort of half-moan, stupid-sounding way. Janelle started to laugh.

"Listen Cameron, I don't usually come on to guys like this but there is something about you today that is just so goddamn...irresistible. I don't know what it is, but if I can't have you now, I'm just going to burst." She placed her hand over my crotch and I almost swallowed my tongue. I looked at the door. The lock was broken off on the inside.

"Uh Janelle, the lock here is broken. Maybe we should..." Janelle stood up on her toes and brought her lips to mine. It was a kiss to shame all others. She pressed against me softly at first and then harder as she snaked her tongue into my mouth. I started moving mine as well and we explored each other for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. As she pulled away she shot me a glance that shattered any fears or reservations I had for her. "On second thought, here is fine."

Janelle ran into the handicapped stall pulling my hand as she went and as soon as I was all the way through, she hurriedly closed the stall door behind us and locked it. Before I could say a thing, she was on me like a rabid dog. She instantly reached under my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. She took a step back and stared dumbstruck at my wondrously sculpted upper body. "Jesus Christ Cam, do you work out?"

"Not a day in my life, good genes I guess," I said. This was actually a lie. I had exercised, in fact, three times before. Oh well, Janelle didn't seem to care. She wrapped her arms about me and pushed me back into the tiled bathroom wall. I tensed up at the feeling because the tiles were so cold but became much more comfortable as she began placing kisses all over my chest and neck, lightly scratching my back with her fingernails. I placed my hands on her hips and began feeling up and down her sides, stopping at the soft corners of her beautiful breasts. I would have liked to kiss her but she seemed a bit preoccupied with my body and the height difference was a little bit of a problem. She began to suck on my left nipple and I felt a small tingling beginning to stir. It was an awesome feeling. My cock was well past tingling, however, and was standing at full mast even inside my jeans. I glanced down and realized it was pressing directly against her bare abdomen. She stopped her assault on my nipple momentarily and smiled that beautiful smile up at me again. "Jesus Christ Cam," she said again, half in mocking, "do you work this out too?" She wrapped her hand around the bulge and rubbed it slowly. It felt incredible. I could dry hump her hand all day long.

She squeezed down and led me, by my penis, over to the toilet seat. She put the top down and pushed me onto it. She grabbed the tiny cloth straps holding up her top and began twisting them through her fingers. "So Cameron, would you like to see my chest?" She giggled that little seductive laugh and moved between my legs. She reached down, and grabbed my hands, leading them up to her body. She placed each of my hands on their respective breast, pushing my palms into her soft flesh. She held her hands on top of mine as she pushed and massaged my hands against her breasts through the light fabric of her shirt. She closed her eyes and moaned. "Mmmmmm, does that feel good baby?" she said. I mumbled something incomprehensible while I squeezed those large magnificent globes. I pulled my hands away and she dropped her arms to her sides, allowing me to do as I wished. I reached up higher and slowly pulled away the straps around her milky smooth shoulders and slid them down her arms. I looked up at her face and she still wore the same smile and was staring intently at my face. I actually started to smile too as the thin fabric of her shirt peeled off of her chest to reveal a sheer white bra that contained two of the most magnificent titties ever created by God (or man for that matter, didn't care). I left her shirt folded up around her midsection and reached up to her front bra clasp. I unhooked it and let it fall, cascading down her silky curves. They were fantastic. They were very large for her frame but hung only slightly, preserved firm in her youth. These things would sag to the ground by the time she was 50 but they were so perfect right now all I could do was sputter out sentence fragments and stare. Her nipples were aroused and jutting out but not obnoxiously and her areolas were a light pink color that went well with her skin.

Janelle stepped over my legs, one by one, and lowered her weight onto my lap. My tent-poled cock stuck up right between us. She grabbed the back of my hair and shoved my head into her wonderful breasts and shook them playfully, smacking my face with them. I pulled myself up and reached around her back and pulled her close, her tits pressed flat against my chest. Just being close to her, the warmth of our bodies heating each other, felt incredible. I released her a little and pressed my lips against hers. Our tongues starting intermingling with different tastes and smells and we held that kiss for a long time. When I eventually pulled away, Janelle's eyes were closed and she appeared flushed. She dreamily opened her eyes before she spoke. "Yummy. Now then..." She looked down at the almost ridiculous mound between us. "Shall we?"

She unhooked the button on my jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. It slid over the giant peak and down the other side. She stood up a little and pulled the jeans to a heap at my feet. She looked at my still covered dick hungrily, licking her lips, and sat back on my lap, pressing against my cock. She closed her eyes, let her head fall back, and started gyrating her waist against my nearly naked cock. I moaned loud. It felt incredible. I placed my hands on her creamy thighs and helped her rock her body back and forth against my cock. This anticipation was killing me. She was obviously feeling that too because she then jumped up quickly and sank to a kneeling position between my legs. She again licked her lips as she reached around my dick to the elastic waistband of my boxers. She slowly began to pull them down, inch by inch. The trimmed hair above the top of my dick came into view and she pulled the rest down with one motion. My cock sprang up and shook a little from having its protection ripped off so fast. It stood proud and tall, like a rhinestone cowboy, whatever that means. Janelle was stunned. Her eyes were wide with amazement at the sight of my massive member. To be honest, I was too. It was only the second time I had seen the damn thing. Janelle continued to stare and her breathing picked up a bit. She actually looked a little frightened.

I rubbed the back of my hand against her cheek and she came to, smiling at me. "My god Cam, I've never seen a penis this big in my life."

I laughed out loud, "See a lot of penises Janelle?"

She blushed a little and told me to shut up and relax. Repositioning herself on her knees, she reached up and slowly wrapped her tiny fingers around my mammoth dick. They were cold and my dick jumped at the feeling. Janelle just gasped and ran her tongue along her upper lip very slowly. She brought her face to my member and started to rub the head against her cheek while staring into my eyes. I didn't know which was more intoxicating, the feel of it or seeing it happen to me. She rubbed it against her lips, but never opened them, and then proceeded to her other cheek. This girl was a pro. I was already coming close to climax and she didn't even do anything to me. She opened her mouth and engulfed the head but never touched my penis. She breathed out a breath of hot air and then pulled back again. The sensations started firing throughout my body. She was moving her entire body in her motions and seemed to really be having a good time. "Are you ready for me Cam? Are you ready to stick your penis down my throat? Are you ready to fuck my face?" Whoa! I was a bit taken back but I love it when women talk dirty. She began to pump her hand up and down my cock.

"Kiss your mother with that mouth, " I said jokingly. I'm surprised I got out the words with what she was doing to me. And I thought it was good when I jacked off! She giggled a little and stuck out her tongue, barely touching the underside of my tip. I shivered all over and before I could react she sunk her mouth halfway down the shaft. Oh my God! The anticipation built up was so much I nearly came right in her mouth right then but some inner strength helped me to hold back. She brought her head nearly up all the way and then dropped halfway down again, still pumping the base with her hand. She started to settle into a slow rhythm.

I gently laid my hand against the back of her head and sat back, trying to cope with the amazing shots of ecstasy shooting up my spine. I could feel the head of my cock contacting the back of her throat each time she went halfway down and could feel her sucking against it, her cheeks indenting each time she slid to the top. Her lips were pulled close around my shaft and she made slurpy sounds as she bobbed up and down. Some saliva began to drip onto my balls. Her other hand, previously resting on my thigh, reached under and smeared the saliva into my balls, rubbing and massaging them. I had never felt such intense sexual feelings in my entire life. It was indescribable. She finally pulled her mouth off of my dick and sat about a foot away. A tiny strand of saliva connected her lips to my cock. She wasn't smiling anymore but looked intently into my eyes with an expression of pure animal lust. She reached up behind her head to do something with her hair causing her breasts to elevate slightly. I bent over a little and began to massage them. She kneeled up higher to elevate them and sighed heavily as I gently squeezed them. She pulled the claw thing from her hair, causing golden curls to fall all around, framing her angelic face. She shook her head slightly bouncing her hair. It made me think of those herbal essences commercials but before I could think further, she pushed me back against the toilet and engulfed my cock again.

She began sucking harder and her hair fell around my thighs creating a very sensual feeling. I brushed her hair from one side so I could still see her beautiful face going down on my dick. She slowed to a stop and took a deep breath while her mouth was still around my shaft. I could feel the cold air going into her mouth and her hot breath coming out. I was close, real close. The fact that I'd held on so far against this girl's onslaught was amazing to me. She slowly lowered her mouth back lower down my cock but her lips weren't closed around my shaft anymore. She stopped when I felt my cock contact the back of her throat. I felt her mouth relax and my penis slid further into her. I could feel my cock-head sliding down her throat. It was astounding. She continued to sink down slowly until my entire 11 or 12 inches were inside her hot mouth. It was incredible. Her lips hit the base, tickling my pubic hair, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I pressed my hand against the back of her head, grabbing a handful of hair, and began to thrust against her face, first slowly but increasingly faster. The feeling of my huge member sliding around down her slippery throat pushed me over. I felt my balls tense and cum starting to fly up my shaft. I climaxed hard. I fired the first shot deep into her throat and immediately she withdrew a few inches gagging slightly. I was spasming uncontrollably from the sensations and my legs were shaking slightly from the intensity of the orgasm I was having. As she withdrew I fired twice more into her mouth. She choked slightly and pulled her head off of my cock. I didn't mean to, but I then fired a shot right into her eye. It told you this thing was powerful. She recoiled slightly but then grabbed my cock and starting pumping me. I fired jet after jet of cum all over her tits, my cock spasming, my body rocked with bliss. I kept cumming for a good ten seconds, but the crazy thing eventually stopped.

When the waves of pleasure finally came to a stop, Janelle kneeled before me smiling. A small line of cum had dribbled out of her mouth and down her neck to her breasts, and she was trying to wipe off the gobs in her eye. Her tits were completely covered in cum and she was still slowly jacking off my dick that was slightly quivering in ecstasy. I had never seen a sexier sight in my life. She then opened her right eye and licked her lips. Her eye was all red. I felt a little bad. "Cam, that was intense, I would have never thought...you...Jesus." She grabbed one of her breasts and lifted it. She then sexily began to lick my cum off of it.

"Intense! You're telling me," I said. I lifted her chin with my hand and kissed her quickly on the forehead. What a first blowjob. "Thanks Janelle, that was incredible, sorry about your eye though. Should've told you I was cumming"

She started laughing out loud, squinting a little. "Don't mention it Cam. In fact, it kind of turned me on." She let go of my dick and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe off her tits. She stood up, those beautiful globes standing directly in front of my face. I smiled at her. I was very content.

Suddenly we heard a loud creak followed by footsteps. Oh shit! Someone's coming into the bathroom. Janelle shot me a worried expression and I motioned for her to get on my lap. The door was locked but people can still see your feet under those retarded half-wall things. She hopped onto my lap pulling her legs up behind me. The footsteps continued and stopped in the middle of the room. My flaccid dick was just chilling there between us and my face was mere inches from her tits. She smelled so good. I knew we had to be quiet but I couldn't help it. You can't expect a man to have self-control when gigantic beautiful titties are inches from his face. I dove in.

I pushed my face between her tits and started kissing that small stretch of flesh between the mounds. Janelle didn't stop me. I reached up a hand and squeezed the soft breast to my right. I could hear the man start to take a piss in one of the stalls so I really wasn't worried. I continued to lick between her tits and squeeze the right one while massaging her thigh with my other hand. I ran my hand up her thigh to the bottom of her ass. Her shorts were very short. I could almost get my fingers in there but her shorts were very tight as well. I just squeezed and massaged what I could of her ass and thigh. Her legs squeezed tighter against me. I pulled away for a second and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. I continued squeezing her right breast hard as I shot out my tongue and began to lick up and down her other tit. I started to make tiny circles around her nipple and I could hear her start breathing even heavier. I lowered my lips against her nipple and started to suck on it while twisting her right nipple vigorously. She shivered and moaned loud and long. Before she could finish I feverishly pulled away and placed my hand over her mouth. I could tell from her startled expression that she had been in the throes of passion 5 seconds ago and had obviously forgotten about a certain someone walking around just a few feet away from us. I leaned over and whispered directly into her ear. "There's someone in here, remember?"

"Hey uh buddy, you OK in there?" an unfamiliar voice said, "You sound like you might be having a little trouble." Thank god, at least he thought the voice was male. She did moan very low and guttural sounding.

"No thanks pal, just those damn cafeteria burritos man, they'll kill ya," I replied.

"Heh, I know what you mean, see you around." I heard his footsteps again and the faint sound of the bathroom door opening and then closing. He didn't even wash his hands. That's so dirty. Janelle started to smack my hand. I turned back to her and she was turning purple. Oh shit, I forgot to pull my hand away and had cut off her air supply. I let go and started to laugh. "Sorry about that, but you shouldn't attract attention to yourself when you're fucking in the men's bathroom."

"Hey it turned out alright," she said, taking deeper breaths now to recover, "I know I made somebody happy." She smiled and started wiggling my soft cock back and forth. "But, maybe we should find somewhere else to continue."

"Continue?" I said "Haven't had enough yet? Think you can handle another go?" She stood up, smiled, and began to pull her hair back again.

"Well when I took it in my mouth, I only lost an eye." She started to laugh. "Who knows what will happen when I take that thing up my pussy." Hey there, now we're talking! Let's get moving.

"Yeah, let's go find somewhere else." I leaned forward and tried to get up but my legs weren't responding. Oh damn, they were numb. "Aww shit, my legs done went numb," I said in a jovial manner, "That's what I get for having your fat ass on my legs so long." As soon as that remark left my lips, I bit down on my lip. Uh oh, I hoped she could take a joke. I thought it was funny and it was definitely not true, but I know some girls that will slap the shit out of you for saying something like that. Luckily she could take the joke and smiled wide.

"Whatever Cam, people like you normally have to pay top dollar for an ass as lovely as mine. Be thankful I'm not charging you." She smiled wide and licked her teeth as she bent over towards me. "Now let's see if we can get some blood to those legs. She started massaging my thighs and rubbing her hands up and down my legs. Her marvelous tits hung low and swung from side to side as she moved. It was hypnotizing. I reached out to grab them but she stopped me. "No no now, remember, we have to find somewhere else." She stood back up and picked up her bra from the floor. "Now get dressed Cam, we need to get fucking soon." I couldn't believe that a hot girl would say things like that. I LOVE this girl.

I stood up and pulled up my jeans. I grabbed my fleece too and pulled it over. I saw her trying to fasten her bra. Her chest barely fit in that thing. It was almost like trying to fit into leather jeans that are two sizes too small. Ever see that Friends episode? Funny shit. Janelle pulled up and straightened her shirt after she fastened her bra and we were finally ready to exit. We both exited the stall door but then I heard the bathroom door open again. I quickly shoved Janelle back into the stall and closed the door behind her. My friend Ian walked in.

"Oh hey Ian, how's it going?" I tried to sound innocent but Ian knew something was going on. He was a quick one.

"Hey Cam...What are you doing standing here in the bathroom?" He shot me a quizzical glance as he walked to a latrine.

"Oh just waiting for this stall to open up, something's up with my stomach today." Ian started pissing and he stretched his arms out to the sides.

"Man Cam, I tell ya. Went out with this girl last night, right? We go to dinner, she acts all nice and all. We get in the car and she starts sucking me off right in the car while I'm driving and I like didn't even have to ask..." Ian was a good guy but something told me that he made up all these stories. He would go on and on about every little detail. He was on the football team and I know that he had had some girlfriends in the past but he gave me one of these stories like 3 times a week, it was ridiculous. "Man, I tell ya, this girl could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Hehehe, it was nuts." I knew it was a joke but I started thinking that a girl like that could cripple a man.

"Sounds pretty amazing Ian." He zipped up his fly and turned to face me.

"What about the other stall Cam, that one is open." Leave Ian. Just LEAVE NOW.

"Uh, it's broken again. It doesn't flush," I lied.

"Alright buddy, I guess I'll see you in gym then." He turned and started to walk away. We had gym together in 4th period but I had different plans until then. Hey, he didn't wash his hands either! What is wrong with these degenerates?

"Yeah, in gym, see you."

I opened the stall door as soon as he had left and Janelle stood there with her arms crossed, looking a little pouty. "Sorry Janelle, didn't mean to have to shove you in there but this is the guy's bathroom." She flashed me a smirk and walked past me out the bathroom. I stared at her ass as she left and wonderful images of the sex we were about to indulge in flashed through my mind. I followed her out. "So where are we going?" Janelle peeked out of the bathroom door down the hall both ways. Then she grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me across the hall to the girl's bathroom. Once we were inside, she pulled the door closed behind me and locked it.

"The lock works great in the girl's bathroom," she said as she planted a soft kiss on my lips. "We have the whole bathroom to ourselves. She took a few steps backward and spread her arms out. It was a big room with just 4 stalls and another one of those sink/mirror deals. She then flashed me a big smile and turned around pulling her shirt up and over her head. She looked at me over her shoulder. "Oh I'm sorry Cam, would you like to undress me?" She slowly turned around, rubbing up and down her chest and stomach. I know I've said it before, but her tits were fantastic. They looked especially nice trying to break free of the sheer fabric of her bra.

I approached her and placed a tentative hand on her breast. I began to press down and squeeze the soft flesh but she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. She gave me a very seductive glance and replied.

"Just watch Cam. Save your strength, you'll need everything you've got to keep up with me." She laughed a little and began gyrating her body in a soft dance as if she were listening to music. She closed her eyes and began rubbing her hands over her bare stomach and beautiful belly button while dancing. This was going to be great. I crossed my arms and backed up against a wall. She flicked open the clasp on her jean shorts and slowly pulled down the zipper, revealing white panties. She again raised her hands and ran them over her stomach but my eyes were glued to those white panties. As she pulled the shorts down her wonderful long legs, it became apparent that it was, indeed, a white thong that she was wearing. She stepped out of the shorts and started dancing around wearing just her under-things. She placed both hands in front of her crotch and started pushing her hips against them, still moving to the same sensual dance. She moaned softly with her eyes still closed. She looked even more in ecstasy then I was.

She slowly slid her hands up her body, till they each grasped a breast. She squeezed them lightly a few times before undoing the clasp and letting the bra fall to the floor. She looked phenomenal naked. I mean, she wasn't totally nude yet but she carried her upper body with a sort of grace that a lot of younger girls lack. Maybe it was her self-esteem but whatever it was, it made her even hotter.

I began to notice things I didn't before, watching her near-naked body gyrating in front of me. I noticed how sexy she looked with her flat stomach showing, especially with that belly button ring. I never knew how much I was missing leaving her shirt around her waist for the blowjob. Ever time she thrust her hips against her hands, her waist would move in and then back in a very sensual smooth ripple. She opened her eyes and turned around, facing away from me. She bent over, ever so slowly, pushing her luscious ass out to me until her head was almost touching the ground. Damn, that's flexibility. Her legs were almost straight and her arms were against the ground in front of her. She looked at me from between her legs, her tits almost pushing past her chin, and smiled yet again. Her hands slowly left the ground and reached up, tracing their fingernails on her silky smooth legs. They traced higher slowly and eventually wrapped her fingers around the sides of her panties and began to pull them down. I watched the whole thing with my mouth open, staring wide. Her panties almost peeled off of her lips, sticky with wetness. I could just see the shadow of her privates from this angle though. She pulled them down to just pass her ass and then straightened herself up, letting her panties drop to the floor.

As she stood back up, I noticed that my dick was once again cocked, locked, and ready to rock. Good thing too cause it didn't look like she would wait that long. She stood up completely but still had her ass jutted out towards me. It was toned but still had shape to it. She placed a hand on that lovely ass and began rubbing it. She exhaled loudly. "Do you like my ass Cam? Do you want to shove that big, fat cock in my ass?" This girl knew the exact words to turn me on. She slapped her ass hard and my cock shuddered at the sight. She gasped and then finally turned around exposing her entire beauty to me. It almost made me cum in my pants that this girl was asking me to fuck her. She was a 10, easily. I couldn't get over her beauty. Her bush was completely shaven except for a light strip of hair extending vertically from her pussy lips and hey, she was a natural blonde. She extended her finger in front of her and beckoned me to come, smiling all the more.

I pulled my shirt up and off in one movement and my boxers fell with my jeans right after that. My shoes had no laces either so I just pushed them off with my heels. I stepped out of the clothing around my ankles and my cock stood hard and proud in front of me. It was my little welcoming committee, waving like a tiny American flag. I once again became conscious of a certain power in my penis that I could not explain but felt. I looked down at the mammoth and there was something strange about it. It almost but didn't appear to glow with a translucent energy. It was time to put this energy to use.

I was much more sure of myself around Janelle now after my kick-ass blowjob but still walked up to her with a bit of self-consciousness. I had never been naked with a girl before. I walked up to her and wrapped my right arm around her waist. She flinched a little at my touch and leaned in to me, wrapping her arms around me. She pressed her head against my chest but then pulled away and looked up at me. I became lost in her eyes for several seconds and pulled her closer. I think we both felt that it was time.

I physically picked her up and carried her over to the sink where I sat her down. Her back fell against the mirror behind her and she shivered from the touch of cold ceramic against her ass and back. She sunk back and relaxed a little. There was a sudden urgency to my movements and she felt it. "Ooooh, no foreplay huh Cam?" She giggled at me and traced a finger up and down my chest, scraping me with her fingernail. I moved up to her and pulled her legs up over my shoulders. I looked down and my cock was extended fully on top of her belly. She smiled and began tugging at it. "Oh please Cameron fuck me now" she said laughing. This was the most carefree girl I had ever met. She squeezed my penis and began jacking me off. "Stick that big hard penis inside me now or I'll scream." Who was I to say no? I shifted a little bit to get the right angle and lined up my dick with the entrance to her cunt. It was very trimmed and well kept. Heh, it might have seen a lot of action. She was already sopping wet and her lips were protruding slightly. Janelle was breathing heavily. I looked at her, her hair pulled back with the claw again. Her breasts heaving up and down with each breath. She was flushed and her cheeks were red. She began massaging and pushing her tits together. "Do it Cam, stick that cock in my juicy little snatch." What a dirty little whore this girl was.

I reached under her and squeezed her ass while pressing her harder against the wall. I pushed my penis against her opening but it slipped up and down her lips. I pushed harder but it kept sliding around her lips. "Oh baby," Janelle moaned, "Give it to me." I grabbed the base of my cock with one hand and held it in front of her cunt and pushed hard. At first, I hit resistance but then I slipped inside of her about two inches. Janelle moaned loud and starting squirming underneath me but I held her still. She was very tight. I had no basis for comparison but my dick just barely fit in there. The feeling was incredible. Almost like a feminine hand wrapped in soft velvet. I pushed harder and slipped a little further inside of her. "Oh my god, its so big." she said. She closed her eyes and began breathing out of her mouth. I could feel her ass muscles tense up with the rest of her body. I hoped I wasn't hurting her. "C'mon Cam, come further into me." I pushed harder and slid in very, very slowly inch-by-inch until I hit strong resistance with about 2 inches to go. With her eyes still closed she held up her hand and motioned for me to stop. I watched as a small bead of sweat trickled down her forehead and down past her cheek. She seemed to be concentrating very intently. I could feel her tensed muscles in her arms and back. I could feel the subtle trembling of her pussy and the feel of her vagina actually stretching to accommodate my girth. I could feel her shuddering slightly and swallowing hard. It was an intense feeling and I liked it. My dick felt at home in Janelle. I loved the feeling of being inside her. I couldn't remember a more perfect moment in all my life.

Suddenly I felt a deep tremble inside her pussy and Janelle's entire body tensed. Her arms flew to the sink beneath her and pushed up with all her strength. She gritted her teeth and let out a long scream of ecstasy. Her pussy began spasming all around my cock, clamping down over and over again, the contractions coming in waves. I picked Janelle up from the sink and pulled her body to mine with her legs still up over my shoulders. She reached her arm back and grabbed a handful of my hair as her whole body shook with orgasm and she started to moan uncontrollably. Her pussy felt unbelievable, like a ripple of flesh was sucking on my cock. It was hard to take without cumming but I let her enjoy the full of her orgasm as it slowly died down and she began to stop shuddering.

I lowered her back down on the sink and she collapsed against the mirror, sweating profusely. She finally opened her eyes and looked up at me. Then she looked down at her clit which was still stuffed with my dick and dripping from her wetness. I felt incredible to have brought on such an intense orgasm. Perhaps my dick was special after all. "Cameron," she said panting, "I have never felt anything that incredible in my entire life." She took a deep breath and swallowed. She straightened up her composure and pressed herself against me now.

"I've never had an orgasm like that before." She smiled wide at me and started wiggling her ass. She started pushing her hips against me and my dick actually slipped a little further into her. It seemed she was finally comfortable with my size. "Fuck me Cam, stick that dick far up inside of me. Fuck me Cam!" I pulled out a few inches and pushed back hard, pushing her against the mirror. "Oh baby yes Cam, Fuck me hard." Fuck me with that big fat cock!" I pulled out almost completely and slammed her back into the mirror with a hard thrust. "Aww God Cam." I pulled out again and again always pushing her back harder and harder. My motions started speeding up and I grabbed her around her back and pulled her to me as I thrusted. She was screaming for me to fuck her as she smacked up against the mirror harder and harder. "Oh fuck yeah Cam. Harder Cam, fuck me harder!" I continued thrusting into her and lost control. My penis felt so good. My motions became automatic and animalistic. I pushed against her as hard and fast as I could, grunting slightly. My cock felt so good and felt better with each thrust. I fucked her hard and fast, just as she told me to do and I came in a fucking whirlwind just as she entered another orgasm. I thrust my cock as deep into her as I could and started shooting cum deep into her bowels as her pussy contracted against mine. Her pussy became flooded with our juices as we came together. My entire body shook and my knees almost failed me as I collapsed against her and the mirror. Our bodies started to slow down and she pressed against my cock once more. "Oh my God Cam, that was amazing."

Amazing didn't even begin to describe it. My mind was flooded with a thousand emotions and thoughts as I bent over Janelle, sweating and panting. I struggled to come to grips with what I had become. A slight comical event, thought to be a mere trick of the mind, had changed my life in under a day. I had been given a power for an unknown reason and perhaps for an unknown purpose. I looked at Janelle and she stared back at me with her soft blue eyes. I had become almost like a superhero of sorts. I had almost total control over all the beautiful females of the earth. I knew then that I was bound for great things. Strange events and circumstances were likely to occur in the next days and weeks but I was prepared for them. I was ready to face what life had in store for me. These stories are my tales. These are the adventures of Mr. Irresistible.

Chapter 3 - "There Are Rules to This Game"

"Jesus Cam, where have you been all my life?" Janelle started giggling that giggle that she giggled so well and smacked my ass. "Woohoo, that was awesome!" I felt my penis start to retract after its job well done, while still inside of her. I straightened my body up, pulled out of Janelle, and helped her up off the sink. After our vigorous sexcapade her body was contorted so that she was stuffed almost entirely into the sink. My fault I guess. She hopped to her feet, as lively as ever, and I collapsed against a wall, tired as all hell.

"How can you still be energetic after that?" I said. "You're like a freaking energizer bunny." Janelle just smiled at me. I still couldn't get over the fact that we just had sex in a public bathroom. Now we were just two naked people chilling out in a public bathroom. Didn't we have to get back to school or something?

Just then, I heard the all too familiar sound of one of those little circular locks in bathroom stall doors turning. Janelle shot me a look of absolute horror and I straightened up immediately. Fuck me; we had forgot to check the damn bathroom for people. Then a stall door opened. The way the bathroom was positioned, we couldn't see who it was yet but it didn't matter. We both dove on the floor scrambling for some clothes. In our panic state, I think we actually believed that if we could just get our clothes back on in the 2 or 3 seconds before the unknown person appeared, we could play it off like nothing happened. The fact that Janelle was screaming "Fuck me! Fuck me!" really loud about a minute ago didn't really click. And even if we had been absolutely quiet, I was still a guy in the girl's bathroom and she had cum dribbling down her leg. But none of that mattered you see, panic states are funny like that. It's not like we had time anyways. Just as I was on the ground, grabbing for my boxers, I looked up to see who else but Sasha Yimin round the corner, clapping her hands and still wearing that hot cheerleader outfit.

"Hot show guys. Janelle? I would have never thought you to be the type." For my part, I didn't even know the "type" existed. I looked over at Janelle and saw that she was just zipping up the fly to her jean shorts and was fully dressed already. What the fuck! How the hell did she do that! Sasha smiled at Janelle but then turned to look at me. I was kneeling on the ground still groping for my shorts and her gaze dropped to my crotch. "But I must give you props for your excellent taste. Hey Randy." I quickly grabbed my boxers and stood up still holding them. I bent over to step into them.

"My name is Cameron, Sasha."

"Whatever, hey why are you getting dressed? I stopped mid-step into my boxers. There were plenty of good answers. I have to get back to class or I have to go take a shit now. I was cold too all but those explanations were old Cameron material. This girl was hot and obviously wanted my balls. I had to think of something suave and classy to say.

"Um...I don't know." I am such a retard.

Sasha took a few steps toward me, jutting out her magnificent chest as always. Mesmerized by her wonderful flesh-globes I dropped my boxers and stared at her gorgeous frame. I was naked in a bathroom with two beautiful teenagers that wanted to fuck me. There really was no reason to get dressed. I stood up straight, proud to be naked, kind of, and tried not to look nervous, which I naturally was. I mean, on a normal day, I would feel petrified standing naked in the girls' bathroom with two beautiful women but I was getting more comfortable with my new body and irresistible nature. Why be shy when these girls obviously aren't trying to be?

Sasha stopped mid-stride and turned to Janelle. A smile crept over her face as she again looked back at me and then at my dick. I glanced down and sure enough, my cock was smiling right back at Sasha. Ahh, the benefits of youth. He was ready to go again, and so was I. The feeling of sex was still fresh in my mind and I wanted more. Sasha walked over to Janelle and placed a hand on her shoulder as she whispered something in her ear. Now Janelle smiled as well and I knew something was up. I crossed my arms across my chest. "Are you guys friends or something?" I asked.

"Friends?" Sasha said, smiling at me and then at Janelle, "I guess you could call us that." She then dropped her hand to Janelle's breast and gave a little squeeze. I gasped but they both giggled. Hmm, friends indeed. "Hehe, we're really good friends." She leaned into Janelle and brought her lips to hers while massaging her breast. They pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss, Sasha cocking her head to one side for a better angle. Their lips parted for a split second and I could see their tongues slipping and sliding over one another. Sasha reached around Janelle and pulled her close, mashing their breasts together. Dear God! I had seen this in movies before but never really believed that hot bisexual girls existed.

Janelle also wrapped her hands around Sasha and they rubbed each other for the longest 10 seconds of my life. They soon parted lips and glanced over at me seductively. I stood there like a moron, mouth agape, with my dick pointing north. Janelle was again as flushed as she was a minute ago and was breathing heavily. Sasha appeared unfazed. She pinched Janelle's nipple through her shirt and Janelle let out a sexual whine. "Care to join us Cam," Sasha said. Just as she did, Janelle slipped a hand behind Sasha and under the bottom of her skirt and ran her hand up her leg to her ass, raising the skirt and showing off Sasha's beautiful thigh. "C'mon Cam," Sasha continued as she darted her tongue out and licked Janelle's ear, "You know you want to."

My mind was being overloaded. There was far too much sensory input here to process. Even minutes after fucking, a scene like this just blew my mind. Like any other right-minded heterosexual male, I loved lesbians. But these were lesbians that wanted to include me too, which was fantastic. Lesbians were great, but bisexuals were better. As much as I wanted to join in, I couldn't move. My eyes were transfixed on the site before me: Two hot females communicating with their tongues while squeezing each other's asses and rubbing up and down each other. They gyrated against each other in a silent sensual rhythm that only they could hear. I mustered up my strength and took a few steps forward, my cock swinging from side to side as I walked. "Yes, I think I will."

I tentatively approached the two entangled teenagers but didn't really know what to do. They seemed pretty busy to me. However, as I stepped up to them, Sasha pulled away and reached around my bare back and pulled me into them, hard. She was surprisingly strong for a girl. I stumbled forward into them and flinched as my forward pointing penis slid right in between their pressing tummies. They both started giggling and Janelle snaked her arm around me as well. Sasha wrapped her other arm tightly around Janelle and pulled her close, smashing my dick between two bare stomachs. They locked in another kiss and began to gyrate their bodies together once again. I have to admit, it's not a situation that I ever imagined myself getting into, but it felt absolutely amazing. I really don't know how to describe it. Perhaps it would feel the same as if one placed his/her penis between two breasts and rolled them around a bit. I definitely need to try that later. Anyways, I wrapped an arm around each girl, creating a nice love triangle or something, and enjoyed the indescribable sensations that were coming to me.

Janelle pulled away from Sasha and brought her face to mine while still pushing her flat tummy into my rock hard cock. She kissed my lips softly and pulled away from Sasha, wrapping both arms around me. She began to dart her tongue in and out of my mouth and once again began the soft slow dance against my dick, which was now pressing against only her bare stomach. As we kissed, I opened one eye and caught a glimpse of Sasha's back coming into view as she slowly unzipped her uniform top from the back and let it fall to the ground. I wrapped my arms around Janelle and tilted my head so that I could make out with Janelle and still watch Sasha undress. Damn, this rules. I groaned into Janelle's mouth. The lubrication from my dick was smearing all over her belly, causing my cock to slip around her stomach.

Sasha then turned around, not seeing me looking at her, and unclasped the black lace bra she wore as well, dropping that to the floor. Her tits were smaller than Janelle's but just as nice, and firmer looking. They were about baseball-sized, as I said before, and almost held the shape of a baseball on her body. As she had a slight amount of oriental blood in her, and her aureoles were slightly darker, framing her tan body very nicely. She leaned back trying to unzip her skirt from the back and jutted her chest out. I unconsciously began lightly thrusting against Janelle's stomach while still embraced in our kiss. Sasha caught the catch on her skirt and it fell away, revealing her long, sexy, tanned legs and matching black lace panties. I grunted as I started thrusting a little harder, my dick sliding every which way around Janelle's stomach. Janelle squealed into my mouth and I stuck my tongue deep into her mouth stifling her noise with it.

Suddenly my dick slipped into her belly button and made contact of the unpleasant kind with her belly button ring. For how cute that ring was, it sure was sharp. I flinched hard and pulled away from the sheer shock (and pain) of it. Janelle stumbled forward as I pulled away and looked up at me with a comical expression. "Aww, I'm sorry baby," she said, pouting her lips out. Sasha walked up wearing only her panties and lightly laid her hands on my chest.

"Well Cam, " she said while reaching up and lightly laying a soft kiss on my lips, "Shall I kiss it and make it all better?" Sasha pushed me against the bathroom wall with surprising, but kind of kinky, force and ran her hands down my chest to my thighs as she sunk to her knees in front of me. She glanced up at me and without breaking eye contact wrapped both hands around my dick. I shuddered at the feeling and she began pumping my cock very, very slowly while still staring up at me. She smiled very wide and ran her tongue slowly over her upper lip, just as Janelle had done before. It must be the universal sign for "I'm about to blow you now" or something. I placed my hands over her shoulders and she broke eye contact for the first time as she slowly sunk her mouth over my shuddering twelve inches.

Once again, I was racked by pleasures unfathomable to the unblown male. She removed one hand and placed it on my thigh for balance and kept the tiny fingers of her other hand wrapped around the base of my dick. She started pumping it furiously while sliding her mouth over the top again and again. Inside her mouth, her tongue was swirling all around the tip of my penis as her lips slid down the shaft and then retreated back up. Her pumping seemed to be in perfect time with her sucking and the sensations were mind-boggling. If I wasn't leaned against a wall, my knees would have given way by now. I started instinctively bucking against her lightly. She was driving me crazy. Janelle gave great head, but she couldn't hold a finger to Sasha. This girl had obviously sucked a lot of cock.

She continued her steady rhythm and began to take more and more of my cock each time she went down. I moaned and started to feel like I could take no more. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. I couldn't imagine a better feeling than this, Sasha slurping up and down my penis. Suddenly, I felt her disengage from her sucking and her hand left it as well. What the fuck! I stopped thrusting and opened my eyes to look down and see what the problem was and not one, but two girls stared back up at me. Janelle had stripped down to her panties as well and had joined in the fun. Through her smile she stuck out her tongue and ran it up my entire shaft like a lollipop. Sasha just giggled and I just moaned.

They were positioned side by side on their knees, their tits pressing against my legs slightly as they slid their tongues around and over my length. Janelle looked up at me and began to plant kisses on the side of my cock while Sasha once again slid her mouth over the tip and started sucking. I didn't have much left; as I could feel my balls start to tighten. Sasha pulled off once again and gazed longingly over at Janelle, who was tracing little circles on my shaft with her tongue. I began thinking of the two of them dildo fucking each other but snapped back to reality as Sasha began kissing the other side and sliding her tongue over the top. She reached around behind Janelle's head and pulled it forward into hers and they met in a passionate kiss over my cock. Janelle looked up at my probably comical expression and smiled while still kissing Sasha. She really did have a beautiful smile.

Their tongues danced over and around my dick and their mouths created a sensual sight, sound, and feeling that didn't disappoint. My senses were on fire and I became acutely aware of every impulse and sensation that I was experiencing. The dim lights of the bathroom, the soft trickle of the leaky faucet, the slight tingle as a drip of saliva fell from my scrotum, everything became enhanced for an instant as I began to shake with orgasm. I could feel the cum begin to fire up the long passageway of my cock. Sasha picked up on it like the pro she was and sunk her mouth down over my dick. I began to shoot my load and Sasha began pumping my dick, recoiling from the first shot and sucking as hard as I have ever felt. Despite the monstrous power of my uber-dick, Sasha continued milking it until I was dry. She pulled off of me and licked her lips oh so slowly, not a drop spilled.

My knees went weak and I slid down the wall to the floor, the feelings subsiding, and the two girls cuddled up against me, one under each arm. My penis finally seemed satisfied and started to shrink. He had been through a lot in the past...two hours? It suddenly dawned on me that I had no idea what time it was or what class period we were in. Then, as I looked down at Janelle, twirling her fingers against the little chest hair I had, it suddenly dawned on me that I didn't give a shit. I wanted to be here, with them. I became very tired and started to drift off to sleep when the class bell rang out loud and clear, waking me from my daze. "Aww shit, what period is it?" I muttered.

"Damned if I know," Janelle said as she slowly stumbled into a kneeling position.

"Well, It was the middle of third period when I came in here," Sasha chimed in. She gave me a sly smile and gave my flaccid piece a little tug. She shifted to her knees and then started to stand up. "So I guess that would be the bell for fourth. I don't think we've been here over 40 minutes."

"Yeah, there is no way," I said. I placed my hands on the wall behind me and started to shimmy my way up to a standing position. "Fourth period huh? Damn it...gym." I started thinking of all the inane calisthenics coach Bob would be forcing us to do. Just as I was starting to despair, I realized that it was Friday. In our school Friday was the one day that gym was great for two reasons. The first reason was that the coaches brought up all of the footballs, basketballs, Frisbees, and such and everyone just did whatever they wanted, as long as it was physical activity. The second reason that Fridays ruled is that it was coed day. We shared the gym with the fourth period women's gym class and they were pretty damn fine-lookin'. Also, given my newfound abilities, who knew what awaited me.

"Well in any case, I have to go," Sasha said, "I have a big Biology midterm 4th period. I can't miss that." She walked across the room and bent over to pick up her skirt. Her ass stuck out at me and I saw her tits hang free as she bent. Even after expending three loads of baby batter I still couldn't get women off of my mind.

"Yeah, I have to get going too," Janelle quipped. I turned my gaze toward her and she zipped up her shorts, already fully dressed again. What the fuck!

"How do you do that!" I half yelled. Janelle just looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"Do what?" She really had no idea what I meant. She was the fastest dresser I had ever seen. I gave her a motion to forget about it and started gathering my clothes. I pulled on my jeans and Janelle slipped me a little piece of paper from her bag that had her phone number on it. "In case you want to get together tonight and do a little studying," She said. She gave me a wink and turned around to leave. Sasha was now ready to go too and she hurried up to Janelle and they walked out of the bathroom. I grabbed my shirt and slipped it over my head and walked to the sink.

"God damn," I muttered, "What a morning." I turned on the faucet and splashed some water into my face.

"What a morning indeed!" a voice said. I turned off the faucet and let the water drip from my face. I knew that voice. I had heard it first last night when all this craziness first started happening. I lifted my head to face the mirror and sure enough, the reflection of the strange and awesome Pimp-Fairy met my gaze. That crazy black man now wore a zebra-striped suit and diamond-trimmed sunglasses. He clutched a walking stick in one hand with a golden pommel and the other hand was in his suit pocket. As before, he wore a wide-brimmed purple hat with a single peacock feather adorning the side. He grinned maliciously revealing a wide mouth of golden teeth and began to speak. "Greetings and Salutations oh Gifted One." You know, he looked a little like Bernie Mac. "I trust you're enjoying your power."

After all that had gone on today, this didn't surprise me in the least. "Yeah I guess I am, but I have a few questions for you." The Pimp-Fairy pulled his hand out of his pocket holding a foot-long cigar. He brought it to his lips and put flame to it with a lighter. He took a few puffs and lowered it away from his face.

"I'm all ears," he said, "how can I help?"

The thing is, I should have some questions by now, but I really couldn't think of any. I had been too busy getting off earlier to think any of this through. I did have one question though. "Are these changes permanent? How long do these powers last, or whatever?"

The black man laughed. "Spoken like a true teenager," he said, "Why don't I just explain how this whole thing works." He took a deep drag from his cigar and blew a ring of smoke into the air. "Cameron, last night you became a part of something that began in the deserts of Egypt 1000 years ago. It all started one night with a man named Habeeb Olojuon." Habeeb is the coolest fucking Arab name I have ever heard. "Habeeb was a man of middle class standing and had longed for his entire life a woman named Gathmena. She was a woman of such supreme beauty that even great kings of men would blush and shy away from the mere sight of her. Her beauty was unequaled in all the lands of the world. Habeeb wanted her more than all the riches of the world but she wouldn't have him because of his lack of wealth" The Pimp-Fairy placed the cigar back in his mouth and the glowing orange embers at the end lit up vibrantly. "My master, the all-mighty Player saw this and despaired."

"Whoa, who, whoa," I said, "The all-mighty Player? Who the hell is that? Is that like God?"

"No, no Cameron," He began, "God is a completely different being. In fact, I lost $300 to that cheating son of a bitch in pool last Friday. The all-mighty Player is my boss. He is the master of man/woman relations and the inventor of the game." I was getting more and more confused by the minute.

"The game?" I asked.

"The game women and men play every day," he answered. The series of gestures, motions, speech patterns, and decisions people make every day to attract the opposite sex. The game you have played and failed every day until now." I was going to interject but realized he was right. "Anyways, the all-mighty Player saw the sadness of Habeeb and grieved because Habeeb was an excellent man and loved women with all his heart. That is why Habeeb was the first to receive the ‘Power of the Pimp.'" He began to puff on his cigar again.

So what happened?" I asked. I was starting to get interested. "Did he marry that pretty chick?"

"Actually no," he continued, "After banging her a bunch of times, he realized what a bitch she was and ended up hooking up with this other girl. It was really sweet. Anyways, my master was very entertained with Habeeb's actions and choices so he continued to give out the gift every hundred years or so to someone who showed promise. Whether you realize it or not Cameron, you have a love for women that is unusually powerful. That is why you were chosen."

"Wow," I said, "That was a mouthful."

"Yeah," he said laughing, "And a mouthful is what you gave that pretty little cheerleader a few minutes ago." Wow, talk about shitty jokes. He let out a jovial Santa Clause-like chuckle and I laughed as well. I would have given him a high-five if he was real.

"Um, OK," I continued, "So how long do I get to keep this ‘Power of the Pimp?'"

"The body, the powers, and the dick are yours until you find the pussy that fits." I broke down. This was too funny.

"What?" I said, "You mean like Cinderella and her slipper. I have to find the one pussy in all the land that this dick fits?"

"Right on Brother," The Pimp-Fairy said, "You will find true love in whoever possesses the pussy that fits. But there are some limitations. My master started to get bored with the whole deal a few years ago so he added a few obstacles. The first is that your powers have no effect on virgins. As their bodies are still pure, they will have no urge to fuck you. Oh yeah, and your immediate family members are immune too for obvious reasons." At this, the pimp-fairy reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded up piece of paper that looked professional and straightened out his glasses. "Let me see here, no virgins, yes, got to that, oh yes, a few more little things here. One, you are sterile for the duration of the powers, and two, you are immune to STD's, so don't worry about rubbers, they just ruin the romance." At this the pimp-fairy turned and faced your computer monitor. "But remember readers, a condom is a very valuable tool for birth control as well as disease prevention, I always carry a pocketful with me at all times. Don't be a fool, wrap up your tool." And now on with our story.

"Oh, is that it?" I said. "No virgins? I can live with that."

"There is one more thing," he whispered. "The all-mighty Player enjoys a great game and as you win by finding the pussy that fits and your one true love, you lose if you fall for the seductress."

"What?" I asked, "I'm confused."

"The seductress has been set loose to find you Cameron. As you have considerable power over women, so the seductress will have considerable power over you. She will embody everything that you find attractive in a woman and will practically be irresistible to you. If you have sex with the seductress, you will lose your powers and you will never find true love."

"That's bad," I said, "Who is she?"

"That's the thing Cameron," he continued, "She could practically be anybody, you will have the option to bang any non-virgin you please but you have to use some discretion because the seductress is out there looking for you." The Pimp-Fairy lowered his cigar one more time and flicked off an impressively large ash from the tip. "Cameron, do not underestimate your power. Even girls with a strong will-power will crumble at your gesture. All you have to do is ask and it shall be done. Command, and it will be so. This power puts you above the game, Cameron. You are now a God among men."

"Whoa," I said. "That's pretty cool." The Pimp-fairy smiled.

"So this is where I leave you Cameron. Be sure to use your power as often as you wish because my master enjoys a good show but always beware of the woman that appears to be too good to be true. Peace be with you, oh gifted one."

And with that last remark, the mysterious black man snapped his fingers, disappearing from the mirror in a puff of smoke, leaving me once again alone in the girl's bathroom. What the hell! My entire life has turned upside down this morning. Suddenly the late bell rang and my mind shot back to the thought of coed gym. A sly smile crept over my face as I realized my gift and the tremendous power that I now wielded. I turned around to face the door and stared at my hands in amazement. "A God among men..." I mumbled.

As I turned to exit the bathroom, a young girl walked through the door. She was at first startled at my presence in the girl's bathroom but her expression shifted to something else, as she looked me up and down. Smiling, I walked right up to her and placed my hands on her shoulders, kissing her as deeply as I ever had anyone before. I pulled away after a few seconds and the girl stumbled backwards, surprised but not unhappy. She tried to say something but ended up just blushing at me and smiling. Something inside me shifted, be it joy or just plain excitement but I couldn't help but laugh to myself before turning away from her and walking out of the bathroom. I slung my backpack onto my shoulder and quickened my stride as I strolled through the hallways, glowing with anticipation. This was going to be a day to remember.