[Prompt Inspired] “The Superhero Gene.”

This piece was originally submitted as a response to this prompt by u/foxtrap_congo.

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Wilson groaned as it happened.

It didn’t start in one particular place, rather it seemed to happen everywhere at once. Calves and thighs tensed almost painfully. His core muscles tightened with a dull throb. His head ached and pounded, his eyes screwing shut. Yet the tickling pressure of an orgasm erupted up through his lap, and into the woman who straddled him.

“Ahhh!” She half-moaned, half-giggled as she felt it, too.

She tightened her grip on his shoulders a bit, dropping her hips and raising them back up a few more times, gently grinding into him as his warmth flowed into hers.

“Ahh!... Ah, fuck yeah!”

She sat still in the chair with him, then, as his climax began to wain. A final spurt of him entered her as she pulled his face into her breasts, clinging to him as he began to relax.

“Fuck... Oh, fuck yeah, you came inside me!”

Vera was the latest in - and one of the more successful of - a line of women that had approached Wilson over the last few months. She was a bar-tender he had met while trying to take his mind off things over a few beers. A tall, thin Latina in her mid-to-late-twenties, Wilson had assumed she would’ve wanted nothing to do with him - the plain, Average-Joe/desk-worker-type skinny guy at forty-five years old - when he’d sat down and given her his order.

But, apparently, she had seen the story on the news, too...

And she had been serving him his alcohol, that night, shamelessly flirting with him as she did...

From there, it wasn’t too far of a jump to his apartment. Clothes had fallen to the floor in a heartbeat and they had jumped drunkenly into bed with one another to fuck the night away.

Wilson wasn’t sure how many times they had gone overnight but, when she had asked him for a quickie the next morning, he knew it hadn’t been enough times...

“Mmmm...” Vera hummed as she wiggled her hips in place. “You’re so fucking big and warm down there...”

Wilson tried to speak, but his face was still pressed against her bare chest. Vera squeaked and pushed herself back a bit, her heavy breast jostling a bit with the sudden movement.

“Sorry...” Wilson muttered. “Sorry, could you get up? I need some water.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry...”

Vera braced herself on his shoulders as she awkwardly disentangled herself from him, lifting her hips off of his, a thin line of viscous moisture stretching tight between them, then breaking.

Wilson himself rose from the large recliner, after her. Naked in the cold San-Francisco apartment, his skin was covered in goosebumps. His lap was a mess; rubbed a raw, rosy color and covered in sweat and bliss. His cock, slowly softening, swayed as he strode across the main room of his apartment towards the kitchenette.

Reaching up into the cupboard, he brought down a glass, then turned on his faucet and filled it. As he titled his head back to drink the water, taking long, greedy swallows, he heard the springs of his chair creak as Vera sat down.

“Wow, this is more than I expected!”

Wilson looked to her as he finished another gulp of water. The bar-tender lounged back in the chair, one leg on each armrest, as she spread the lips of her pussy open in a gratuitous display. Thick, white liquid oozed out of the dark-pink opening and trickled over her fingertips as she watched it with a look of sultry pride on her face.

“You don’t have to act, you know.”

“Huh?” Vera’s expression changed to one quizzical as she focused her attention on him.

“The whole ‘impressed by his load’ deal... You don’t have to act.”

Vera raised an eyebrow and cocked a smile.

“Hey, you’re hungover and we fucked three times last night... which was, like, three hours ago... I’m legitimately impressed you had this much left in you... and left this much in me!”

She snorted a giggle at the crude play on words, and Wilson just stood there, letting out a sigh.

“Look,” He began, pulling a chair away from his dining table. “I know why you’re doing all this.”

Vera sat up straight in the recliner, a mischievous smile still on her face.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Tell me, then.”

Wilson sighed again as he sat down. He looked Vera up and down, taking stock of her athletic body type, long legs, relatively large breasts, and mid-length brown hair. She was a very attractive woman... As all the others had been, when they’d tried to get him into bed.

“You saw the newscast a few months back.” He stated, confidently, and a bit coldly, as he looked her in the eyes again. “Or you saw it when they replayed it, a few weeks ago, with an update.”

“Maybe.”

“You did.” He asserted. “You know that I had some... lapses in judgment when I was twenty-five, and got two women pregnant.”

“Uh huh.” Vera agreed, half-heartedly, still giving him that bemused expression.

“And, fast forward twenty years, my son and daughter are now superheroes.”

He put a bit of sarcastic flourish on the last word of his sentence, evidencing his assessment of the absurdity of it as a title.

“One can benchpress cars, the other can fly,” Wilson continued. “And both of them have pale, painfully average little me as a father.”

“Yep.”

“You aren’t the first one who’s done this...”

“Done what?”

“Tried to get me drunk and fuck me.”

“I did get you drunk and fuck you.”

“That’s not the point. The point is, when I first reunited with them, and that story ran on the news, they used my full name. I was Wilson Decker, the guy who has the superhero gene!”

“Uh huh.” Vera still smiled at him, evidently getting a kick out of the rant he was going on.

“Within a week, eight women had asked me out on dates. That’s more requests than I had gotten the whole previous year.”

“So it ended your dry spell. Sounds like a good thing.”

“Except they just wanted me to knock them up.” Wilson countered. “They all kept begging me to ‘take off the condom’ and ‘cum deep inside them’. Fucking lines out of a bad porno.”

Vera chuckled in response.

“For the last three months its been woman after woman after woman looking to use me so they can be the next super-mom and get their fifteen minutes on TV!”

“Sounds like a pain...” Vera patronized. “And did you fuck them?”

“Some,” He sighed, a little defeated. “Who got me drunk and worked up... Like you...”

Vera smirked a little more enthusiastically and stood. She swayed her hips as she sauntered towards him, her hair and tits bouncing with each step, copper skin glimmering as early-morning light from through the slatted windows touched the beads of sweat that drenched her body.

“I get you all worked up?” She asked, sultrily, a heavy, hungry look in her eyes.

She held on to the back of Wilson’s new chair as she sat across his lap. Her skin felt hot against his, and smooth. Wilson felt his cock twitch a bit, then slowly begin to stiffen anew as her thigh brushed it.

“Looks like I do.” Vera mused as his new erection began to poke her.

Even at his age, Wilson had formidable endurance and recovery; the two gifts his genes coded for, apparently, that didn’t skip a generation. Hungover and exhausted, he was still hard within moments of her touching him again, and throbbing as she curled her fingers around his cock and began to stroke it.

“No.” He said, brushing her hand away.

“What? You wanna skip the foreplay?”

“Fucking me again won’t get you what you want.”

“And what’s that?”

“I’m not gonna knock you up, Vera!”

“No?”

“I got a vasectomy when I was twenty-nine.” Wilson barked with an element of finality in his voice. “Froze my sperm in case I ever wanted to settle down and start a real family...”

Vera still smirked.

“Every woman who’s wanted me to cum in her since this whole superpower shitshow started has been getting blanks,” Wilson continued. “And I tell them all as much before we get started - when they haven’t gotten me drunk first - but that word doesn’t seem to spread very fast...”

Vera looked at him for a long while, after he finished talking. Her gaze was difficult to decipher, but intense nonetheless... Wilson was so distracted by her chocolate-color eyes that he almost didn’t notice her hand curl back around him.

“I just told you you’re not gonna get what you want,” He groaned, glaring at her. “Now stop acting like a slut!”

“First,” Vera said, just as firmly as Wilson had spoken. “I am a slut, so don’t judge me for acting like one. Second, I knew you were snipped before I served you your first drink, last night.”

Wilson was taken aback by that revelation, and groaned as she continued to rub him.

“What!? How!?”

“There’s all sorts of talk on the internet about how you’ve been getting mad pussy,” Vera responded, matter-of-factly. “But, after three months, not a single bitch has come forward with a credible claim that you put a bun in her oven? Yeah, I knew you were shooting blanks.”

“Then why did- Rrrm!” He groaned as she ran her thumb over his swollen tip. “Why did you get me to take you home with me?”

“Because you’re kinda cute, I have a thing for older guys, and I was horny.”

She turned, awkwardly, in his lap to straddle him again, still rubbing his length.

“Okay, then...” Wilson struggled. “Why did you insist on not using a condom?”

“Latex allergy and a cum fetish.” She admitted, shrugging. “Plus, I was pretty confident about the ‘shooting blanks’ thing and that you couldn’t knock me up, anyway.”

“Only ‘pretty’ confident? What if you had been wrong?”

“Then I’d be the next super-mom, and get fifteen minutes on TV!” Vera giggled. “You got any more stupid questions for me, Wilson, or are we gonna fuck one more time?”

As Vera lifted herself off his lap, positioning his tip at her dripping entrance, he found his hands on her hips.

Tall, fit, big-breasted, sharp-minded, and eager to have him for him, not what he could give her... Vera was different than the other women that had approached him since he had become a wanted man.

For the first time in months, as he pressed down and filled Vera up again, he expected he would truly enjoy himself, having sex.

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