Empowered Academy 1985

by Dawn Jansen

  Nor was I passive in moving things along—I too had waited far too long to once again feel the erotic landscapes of my lovers’ bodies, and so I let my hands roam as they pleased over the toned muscles of my two boyfriends. Knowing that this may have truly been the last chance we had to be together, I was bolder than ever as I groped and caressed their bodies, feeling for their strong arms, sturdy chests, and throbbing cocks that were fully aroused inside their pants.

  We became a tangle of limbs, kissing, moaning, caressing, holding, and soon my shirt was gone. I was kicking my boots off, unbuckling Ramsey’s belt, tearing Edgar’s shirt off, each of us consumed by an ever-intensifying passion. I almost felt as though I could have activated my powers fully then, so great was the energetic exchange we had achieved, but it was no longer about that anymore. It wasn’t about reclaiming our powers and getting out of this cell—it was about realizing our love. It was about crystallizing our commitment to one another, commemorating all the sacrifices we had made together.

  There was no we could have stopped or slowed how things were progressing—nor did we want to. Soon both Edgar’s and Ramsey’s cocks were out and I was grabbing at both of them, putting one in each hand and feeling its heat, its thickness, the way the skin moved over the muscle and blood pumping within. I looked up at my boys before I really started enjoying their tasty cocks, trying to memorize the expressions of ecstasy painted on their faces. What I liked the most was how they were interacting with each other; not just me. It was subtle, but there was a shared experience between the two of them that made our energetic exchange and lovemaking truly tridirectional.

  As much as I wanted to keep looking at their handsome faces, however, their cocks were calling to me. Ramsey was a little thicker than Edgar, so I started with Edgar first, who was no slouch himself in the size department. He was even harder than I remembered him being the first time I tasted his prick. Unlike last time, where I had to work myself into the rhythm of sucking on Edgar’s cock, this time I dove right in, engulfing his swollen head in my mouth, massaging his glans with my tongue.

  Edgar’s moans filled the cell, which was heating up from the sexual fire raging inside. Not wanting Ramsey to feel left out, I soon moved my mouth over to his cock. He put one strong hand at the back of my head, guiding me down—gently but uncompromisingly—onto his turgid shaft until I felt his head bumping at the back of my mouth. Already I tasted the bit of thin fluid leaking out and gulped it down noisily, moistening my throat which carried my moans out of the depths of my core.

  Their cocks were now both coated in my saliva, and each time I switched who I was sucking on, I would feel that one’s cock expand and pulsate in my mouth. I remembered what it had been like to taste Edgar’s hot cum fill my mouth, and I wanted to taste it again, but there was something else I wanted even more—I wanted to feel them inside me. I wanted to give everything to them, to have them fill me up in the most intimate way possible.

  The slickness in my underwear was unbearable by now. I leaned back against the wall again so I could each my butt up and peel my underwear down. The sweet, sweaty smell of sex was already in the air as Edgar positioned himself between my legs. I leaned back into Ramsey, who took up a position on his knees behind me where he cradled me and massaged my breasts with his manly hands, his urgent erection pressing pleasurably against my back.

  “Go slowly,” I said, trying to sound innocent but knowing this would only turn Edgar on even more.

  He knelt down and I marveled at the lithe swimmer’s body he possessed. His abs were not as blocky as Ramsey’s, but they sloped beautifully down from his chest, curving against his delectable obliques and then sweeping down to his Apollo’s belt, below which his weighty cock bobbed and bounced as he maneuvered himself to enter me.

  I thought I would have been scared when this moment finally came—the moment I lost my virginity—but I was too overwhelmed by pleasure and excitement to feel any hesitation at all. Besides, physically I felt like my pussy was calling to Edgar, begging to feel him inside me, and energetically my power was raging, growing stronger by the second as love continued to stream from our hearts.

  I squeezed Ramsey’s strong, hairy forearms that were wrapped around me from behind, lifting my chin up to kiss at him from below. He dipped his chin and met my kiss, his stubble tickling my face, and I moaned into his mouth as Edgar finally pressed his cock to my other pair of lips. Edgar edged into me slowly, my wetness mixing with his own precum to create the perfect lubricant for his entry.

  I was surprised at how little pain there was. Perhaps it was just because I was so excited and had been waiting for this for so long, but feeling Edgar slowly push inside me was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Of course, it was a little uncomfortable to be stretched open at first, but once I adjusted to his girth and could feel myself wrapping around him, feel the veins pulsing along his cock as he slid into me deeper and deeper, I found myself flooded with pleasurable sensations.

  I cried out even more loudly, and even Ramsey grunted as he studied my writhing body and watched my face contort in ecstasy. Edgar continued slowly, and I almost forgot that it was his first time too. After the initial shock of the new experience made way for the steady satisfaction of being filled by Edgar, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He too was wearing an expression of overwhelmed bliss mixed with a sense of harrowing urgency, and when we locked eyes together, I felt closer to him than I ever had with anybody else in my life. It was like we were connected in a perfect circle—at the bottom where our hips met, and through our spirits as we spoke to one another through our gazes.

  Edgar began to thrust into me, pushing me back into Ramsey’s lap. Ramsey’s bare cock continued to nudge against me, reminding me of Ramsey’s love and lust. I watched Edgar’s face as he fucked me, hanging on to every change in expression, riding the journey of emotions as he made me his woman. When he began furrowing his brow and moaning loudly, I knew he was about to come.

  “Come for me, Edgar,” I whined, giving him the verbal stimulation that finally pushed him over the age. Overcome by the throes of his own orgasm, Edgar fell down on top of me, supporting himself with his elbows as our bare chests heaved in unison, glistening with sweat. Our mouths found each other and we shared a deep, passionate kiss as his cock pulsed the final tremors of his orgasm out. I cherished the feeling of him inside me, and each time my walls contracted down on his member, I felt a little more cum seep out that my hungry pussy greedily swallowed.

  When Edgar pulled out of me, his still-upward-arching cock covered in both of our love juices, he left me wanting, wanting to feel that pleasurable sensation again. Fortunately for me, Ramsey had been waiting patiently behind me this whole time, rubbing my nipples, massaging my breasts, smelling my hair, holding me tightly, riding out each thrust with me, guiding me through the whole process—and now it was his turn.

  “Climb on top of me,” Ramsey ordered in a low, sexy growl.

  I obeyed his command and turned around to see Ramsey leaning back, his strong cock jutting into the air like a flagpole, his heavy balls nestled underneath it like two boulders. I loved how Ramsey always made me feel so small—positioning myself above his prick now, I felt like I was a climber approaching a mountain, and I marveled at how steady he was as he supported my weight, grabbing my hips and guiding me over him.

  Then he released his grip on me, just keeping his hands gently over my hips without applying pressure. He knew it was my first time, and he knew he was on the large side, so he was letting me set my own pace and work him into me as slowly as I needed.

  When the head of his cock first parted my slick lips, I felt that same excited thrill I had felt when Edgar first entered me. This time, I was a little more comfortable, and despite Ramsey’s size, I rather easily slid down on top of him, devouring his throbbing cock inch by inch, making it disappear into me. I felt his rod push Edgar’s cum further up into me, shoveling it closer to my cervix, but I stopped when there was st
ill about two inches of shaft left outside of me—I was already feeling pretty full, and I wanted to adapt to this throbbing thickness inside me first.

  I put my hands on Ramsey’s wide chest and use it for support as I started finding my rhythm on top of him. Every now and then he would move his hips slightly, but then—with a frustrated grunt—he would stop himself; I could tell he wanted to let go and start ramming me, but I was the one in control now, and I could also see that riding him slowly and steadily was driving him crazy as well.

  I felt another set of hands grasp me from behind—it was Edgar. His sensual touch exploring my exposed form made me feel more comfortable, and I started going deeper down onto Ramsey’s cock. I was amazed at how hard it was, while simultaneously the skin around it was so soft; it felt like a velvet glove draped over a metal ramrod, and soon enough I was sinking down all the way into it. My lips touched the very base of his cock, his plump balls kissing at my cheeks before I rose up again, guided by Edgar’s strong hands. It filled me up completely, and I kept going back for more, letting him plumb my depths with his veiny cock.

  I was already on the brink of losing control, but then Ramsey moved his thumb down to my clit and began gently and rhythmically rubbing it as I rode him. The combination of Edgar caressing me from behind, Ramsey’s cock massaging the walls of my pussy, and his hand stimulating my clit was too much for me to handle, and an orgasm rose up in me with such abrupt quickness that I almost thought I was going to pass out. With the advent of this orgasm came the unbridled release of my power as well. The two went hand in hand, my power breaking free of the disempowerment field that had been blanketing it as my orgasm spread out from my core and sent ripples of mind-bending euphoria throughout my body. My voice projected out of me, and I did nothing to suppress the ecstatic cries that escaped me and echoed within the cell.

  I stayed on Ramsey’s cock, digging my fingernails into his thickly-muscled chest as the tremors of my release lessened in frequency before finally subsiding completely after a few seconds. The exhilaration of my orgasm was replaced by a deep sense of bliss that warmed my whole body. I stared down at Ramsey—he looked so beautiful there, his green eyes hidden behind his thick, unruly hair, a cheeky smirk resting peacefully on his face. I looked back at Edgar, who had held me throughout my whole orgasm, sharing the powerful emotions with me. He was wearing a similar smile too.

  I wanted to try for seconds—it seemed like my sexual appetite was becoming as strong as my normal one—but then I quickly remembered we still had very pressing matters to attend to. Fortunately for us, my power was not only restored despite the stifling presence of the disempowerment field; it was stronger than ever. I felt it thrumming along in my core and even up in my chest, its confident vibrations purring inside me like the motor of a Harley Davidson. Amazingly, I didn’t even have to ask Ramsey or Edgar if their power had returned too—I could feel it radiating out of them. The power of love really was greater than any manufactured tool, no matter how technologically advanced it was.

  “Not bad for your first time, huh?” Ramsey said from under me.

  “I think I could get used to it,” I replied with a smirk, and then I felt myself blush a bit.

  Really? After everything you just did, you’re going to blush now?

  “I could think of worse ways to get our powers back,” Edgar said with a chuckle. His voice sounded relaxed and easy.

  “Now that we do have our powers back, we better make a move before they find out,” I said.

  Edgar helped me ease myself off of Ramsey, and then we quickly put whatever clothes we needed to back on, Ramsey opting to go shirtless—he’d changed a lot, but I guessed he was still a cocky son of a gun at heart.

  As we stood before the cell door wondering exactly how we’d use our powers to get out, I felt something strange inside me. My powers had changed. It was nearly impossible to understand how I communicated with my power; it was a very intuitive understanding, and now I could tell that it had grown stronger—significantly so.

  I was going to tell them this when all of a sudden Ramsey exclaimed, “Holy shit!”

  Edgar and I both looked over to him and, to our surprise, his entire right fist looked like it was coated in a kind of blocky metal. Ramsey looked at us, his eyes bright with joy.

  “How badass is this?” he shouted, unable to hide his excitement.

  Still figuring out this new upgrade to his powers, Ramsey shook his hand and it turned back to his normal flesh, proving that it could change back and forth at will.

  “Pretty righteous,” Edgar remarked.

  “Well then. Do you want to do us the honors of bashing this door down, Mr. Ironfist?” I asked Ramsey.

  A look of joy spread over Ramsey’s face like he’d just been given a million dollars.

  “I would love nothing more.”

  Chapter 23

  Emily

  The sound of Ramsey’s metallic hammer of a fist crashing into the heavy cell door was akin to two 18-wheelers smashing into each other. Suffice to say, it got the job done. We were out of that stupid room with its lame disempowerment field, and now our powers surged through us with even greater strength.

  “How long do you think we have before this place is swarmed with guards?” asked Edgar as we stood atop the great metal door that Ramsey had just knocked down.

  “It took them about a minute to open that door last time, so at least that long,” I said, nodding to the huge door that led to the holding room we were presently in.

  “Let’s see if there’s another exit,” Ramsey said. “I don’t want to go out the same way we came in.”

  We all nodded and searched the environment. Aside from the main door that connected this section of Epsilon to the rest of the facilities, there was also the metallic catwalk overhead and four other cell doors besides the one we’d just escaped from. As I scanned the room, a sign next to one of the cell doors caught my eyes; it read “Vera Chernov,”

  “Vera,” I whispered, walking over to the door.

  It was just like ours—no windows or any other crevices that I could look through—but I knew Vera was behind there.

  “What is it?” Edgar walked over and asked. He must have been wondering why I had suddenly become transfixed by this door.

  “Look,” I said, pointing to the plaque beside the door. “It’s Vera. The one Hugo was trying to save.”

  “Want me to smash it open?” Ramsey asked. He had come over to join us in front of the door too.

  “No,” I said. “She might be right on the other side.”

  Then I looked to Edgar and, without even having to explain myself, he and I nodded and then we both phased through the door.

  It had been a while since I’d used Edgar’s power. I almost forgot how surreal it was to pass through solid matter. Everything in my logical brain was screaming at me as I moved closer to the big cell door, telling me to be careful or I’d smack right into the hard steel surface, but then I just passed right through it, as though matter itself was an illusion. All I felt was a slight warmth as my body transversed the threshold, which I imagined was perhaps the atoms of the door tickling my skin, and then we were on the other side.

  Vera’s cell was identical to ours. As soon as we were inside, I felt the familiar aura of the disempowerment field. It was like somebody had thrown a thick, wet blanket right over my core, where my power resided. Edgar and I were still supercharged from the lovemaking, so we were still able to use our powers despite the powerful field, but I could tell that this boost to our powers wouldn’t last forever; we had to move quickly.

  When I saw Vera huddled up in the corner, I felt a pang of sympathy in my heart because she looked just like I imagined I had when they first threw me in the cell, only she had been in here for days, not hours. They had dressed her in a white patient’s uniform and shaved her head. I wondered if this was for the purpose of experimenting on her. Her feet were bare and dirty, and she looked even skinnier than she was before.


  She did not react in any way to our presence; she just remained staring at the same spot on the floor, her lips moving in a repetitious motion, as though she was speaking very quickly, yet she made no sound. As we approached, I saw that she was actually quite beautiful. She was much taller than me and had high cheekbones, similar to a supermodel’s, and refined, arched eyebrows that gave her an almost aristocratic look.

  Edgar crouched down beside her and said hi, but she didn’t react at all.

  Edgar looked up at me. “She can move through the fourth dimension, whatever that means, right?” he said. “Do you want to... try?”

  “They said her own power had been too much for her to handle,” I said. “I’m afraid... What if I absorb her power and become like her?”

  Edgar nodded. “Alright... Well how do we get her out here then? She’s still just totally blank.”

  I tried calling her name, thinking that might provoke a response from her. “Vera,” I said, trying to make my voice as gentle as possible. “Vera Chernov.”

  Nothing.

  “Vera... We’re here to help you,” I said again. “We’re here to bring you back to Hugo.”

  At this, she stopped moving her mouth and looked up at me. The glossy sheen that had been masking her eyes suddenly disappeared, revealing a gaze that was alert, present.

  “Hugo?” she said, her frail voice cracking as she spoke.

  “Yes,” I said, nodding.

  I was excited, but at the same time there was a certain part of me that was strangely jealous. Jealous that she shared something with Hugo, that man who pulled me in with his wild spirit and charisma, who had removed the veil of lies from my eyes and given me a chance to do the right thing.

  “You have to come with us,” Edgar said, grabbing Vera and helping her up. She wasn’t totally lucid, but she was at least cooperating now. She stood up with difficulty, her legs shaking like a newborn horse.