Chapter 2: Thunderstruck
In the weeks that followed the birth of his first son, Conner felt a strange new energy coursing through his body. His libido surged to unprecedented levels, accompanied by an inexplicable urge to seek out other young women.
As the academic year progressed, Conner found himself drawn to his female classmates that were over 18 years old.
It was as if he could sense their fertility peaking, calling out to him on a primal level.
As he lay in bed one night, he felt his penis become suddenly rigid as an idea consumed him. If his cock truly was as virile as it felt, he wondered how many of his classmates he could impregnate.
As his dick hardened and his mind wandered, the opening riff of AC/DC’s Thunderstruck played in his head.
The pulsing rhythm of Thunderstruck thrummed through Conner's mind as he strode purposefully into his biology lecture the next morning. His eyes scanned the room, locking onto a flash of copper hair. Carly. The curvaceous redhead sat two rows ahead, her emerald eyes focused intently on her notes.
As the professor droned on about meiosis and genetic recombination, Conner felt his cock twitch with anticipation. He leaned forward, bringing his lips close to Carly's ear. "I know the secret to perfect DNA synthesis," he whispered, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes widened, a mixture of intrigue and arousal flashing across her face.
As the lyrics to Thunderstruck echoed in Conner's mind, the scene abruptly shifted to Carly's dimly lit dorm room later that evening. The pulsing guitar riff seemed to vibrate through the air as Carly's trembling fingers grasped Conner's zipper. With agonizing slowness, she pulled it down, the metallic rasp in perfect sync with Brian Johnson's guttural vocals.
"Thunder!" The word exploded from the speakers of Carly's vintage boombox just as Conner's massive erection sprang free from the confines of his jeans. It surged upward with almost violent force, narrowly missing Carly's flushed cheek. Her emerald eyes widened in a mixture of shock and hunger as she took in the sight before her.
The pulsing rhythm built as Carly's lips parted, engulfing Conner's throbbing member. Her tongue swirled around his sensitive head as she took him deeper, relaxing her throat to accommodate his impressive girth.
…Sound of the drums.. the song blared
Carly's emerald eyes gazed up at Conner as she expertly swallowed his entire length, her nose pressed against his pubic bone. The warm, wet pressure of her throat massaged his shaft as she bobbed her head in time with the driving beat.
…Beating in my heart.. the song raged on
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Conner grasped Carly's hips and lifted her onto the bed. She gasped as he aligned himself with her entrance, feeling the blunt head of his cock pressing insistently against her. With a powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside her.
…The thunder of guns…
Conner's hips pistoned forward with thunderous force, the cheap dorm bed creaking and groaning under their combined weight. The headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall, the thunderous impacts perfectly in sync with Angus Young's blistering guitar solo. Carly's body quivered and shook with each powerful thrust as Conner drove into her mercilessly.
…Tore me apart…
Carly's emerald eyes rolled back as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She felt Conner bottom out inside her, his tip kissing her cervix with each powerful stroke.
The exquisite friction sent sparks of electricity arcing through her core. Her inner walls clenched and fluttered around his pulsing member as her climax built to a fever pitch.
"Oh god, oh god, oh GOD!" Carly cried out, her voice rising in pitch and volume. Her back arched off the bed as her orgasm finally crested.
A guttural scream tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.
Her inner walls clamped down on Conner's member, pulsing and rippling as waves of pleasure tore through her core. Her emerald eyes rolled back in her head as her body convulsed.
Conner's body tensed as he felt his climax approaching. The lyrics pounded in his head: "You've been..."
"GIVE ME YOUR BABY!" Carly screamed, her body quaking.
Conner roared as his orgasm overtook him, his cock pulsing violently.
"THUNDERSTRUCK!" The song crescendoed as Conner's penis erupted.
Deep inside Carly's body, Conner's penis pulsed powerfully. The head flared, pressing tightly against her cervix as the first jet of semen erupted from the tip. Millions of sperm cells surged forth, racing towards their goal.
Wave after wave of ejaculate flooded Carly's womb, each spurt perfectly timed to the pounding rhythm of the song. Her cervix dipped and flexed, drawing his potent seed deeper inside with each contraction.
Nine months later, the pulsing rhythm of Thunderstruck filled the delivery room as Carly's screams reached a crescendo. Her fiery hair was plastered to her sweat-slicked forehead, emerald eyes wide with a mixture of pain and determination.
As Brian Johnson's guttural vocals reached a fever pitch, Carly bore down with all her might. She felt an intense burning sensation as the baby's head began to emerge. The obstetrician's hands gently guided the infant's shoulders as Carly gave one final, monumental push.
With a gush of fluid, the baby slid into the world just as the final power chord of Thunderstruck rang out. A lusty cry filled the air as the newborn took its first breath, tiny fists clenched in protest at the harsh lights and cooler temperature of the outside world.
"It's a boy!"
Back in Conner’s apartment, Conner has a whiteboard installed on his wall with a check marked next to the words "Amy - Baby Boy #1." Conner adds Carly’s name below Amy's and writes “Baby Boy #2” beside it.
Thunderstruck continued to pulse through Conner's earbuds as he pushed through the glass doors of the campus gym, the cool air conditioning a welcome respite from the sweltering heat outside. The familiar scent of sweat and disinfectant filled his nostrils as he scanned the room, his eyes drawn inexorably to the cardio section.
There, on an elliptical machine near the window, was Natalie. Her lithe form moved with fluid grace, hips swaying hypnotically as she worked up a sweat. Conner felt a familiar stirring in his loins as he watched her, his heightened senses picking up on subtle cues.
The sheen of perspiration on her bronzed skin glistened in the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows. Her cheeks were flushed a delicate pink, blood flow increased from exertion.
As Conner approached, he noticed subtle changes in Natalie's physiology. Her pupils dilated slightly as she caught sight of him in her peripheral vision. Her breathing quickened, nostrils flaring as she unconsciously took in more of his musky scent. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her upper lip.
Conner positioned himself on the machine next to Natalie, giving her an unobstructed view of his muscular form. He began a slow, controlled motion, his powerful thighs flexing with each revolution. Natalie's gaze was drawn to the rhythmic movement of his hips, her own pace on the elliptical faltering slightly.
Leaning in close, Conner's lips nearly brushed Natalie's ear as he murmured, "I've got a better machine you can ride." His warm breath sent a shiver down her spine.
The pulsing rhythm of Thunderstruck reverberated off the tiled walls of the gym shower as Conner hoisted Natalie up, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Steam billowed around them, hot water cascading over their intertwined bodies. Natalie's back pressed against the cool tiles as Conner aligned himself with her entrance.
With a powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully inside her. Natalie cried out, her voice harmonizing with Brian Johnson's guttural vocals. Conner's muscular arms flexed as he lifted her, sliding her up his shaft until only the tip remained inside. Then he let gravity take over, impaling her once more as he thrust upwards.
Their bodies moved in perfect synchronicity with the driving beat. Each time Conner bottomed out, Natalie felt the thick ridge of his corona dragging deliciously along Natalie's inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through her core. Her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, nipples hardened to stiff peaks from the combination of cool air and intense arousal.
Conner's hips pistoned relentlessly, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the shower walls in time with the thunderous drumbeat. He could feel Natalie's silky heat clenching around him, drawing him deeper with each stroke. Her nails raked down his back, leaving angry red welts in their wake.
"Oh god, oh god, oh GOD!" Natalie cried out, her voice rising in pitch as her climax built. Her thighs trembled, muscles tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. With a keening wail, she came undone, inner walls spasming wildly around Conner's thick cock.
Natalie's climax sent Conner over the edge. With a guttural roar, he slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed violently, each jet of semen perfectly timed to the thunderous guitar riffs echoing off the shower walls.
Deep inside Natalie's body, millions of sperm cells surged forth, racing towards their goal. Her cervix dipped and flexed with each contraction, drawing his potent seed deeper into her womb. Wave after wave of ejaculate flooded her, the warm rush intensifying the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Nine months later, the pulsing rhythm of Thunderstruck blared through the hospital speakers, the familiar opening riff echoing off sterile white walls.
Natalie's screams harmonized with Brian Johnson's guttural vocals as another contraction wracked her body. Her honey-blonde hair was plastered to her forehead, damp with sweat.
"Push!" the doctor urged, voice barely audible over the thunderous drumbeat.
Natalie bore down with all her might, feeling an intense burning sensation as the baby's head began to crown. The guitar solo wailed as she panted heavily, gathering her strength for the final push.
"You've been... Thunderstruck!" The chorus exploded just as Natalie let out a primal scream. With a gush of fluid, the baby slid into the world in perfect time with the song's crescendo.
As the baby emerged, Natalie felt an unexpected surge of intense pleasure. Her exhausted body trembled as waves of ecstasy radiated outward from her core. A guttural moan escaped her lips, her back arching off the bed as her inner muscles clenched rhythmically. The contractions of her orgasm helped expel the afterbirth as Natalie panted heavily, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated.
The doctor's eyes widened in astonishment as he cradled the newborn. The infant boy was exceptionally large and well-formed for his gestational age. But what truly shocked the experienced obstetrician was the size of the baby's genitalia. The newborn's penis was disproportionately large,
"My word," the doctor muttered under his breath.
A thunderclap cracked the air as the scene shifted to a sun-dappled forest clearing. Conner stood tall and proud, his muscular form silhouetted against the golden rays of the setting sun. His erect penis jutted forth majestically, a tower of flesh ready to stake its claim.
The opening riff of Thunderstruck blared through the trees as Julie emerged from the shadows. Her lithe form swayed with feline grace as she approached Conner. Dappled sunlight played across her curves, highlighting the swell of her breasts and the gentle flare of her hips.
As the driving beat intensified, Julie straddled Conner's powerful thighs. She hovered above him teasingly, her glistening folds just brushing the tip of his eager member. The guitar wailed as Julie slowly lowered herself, enveloping Conner's throbbing shaft.
A low moan escaped Julie's lips as she took him to the hilt, her inner walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. Conner's hands gripped her hips, guiding her into a steady rhythm that matched the pulsing bass line.
Julie's head fell back, exposing the graceful column of her throat as she rode Conner with increasing fervor. Her breasts bounced enticingly with each powerful thrust. Conner leaned forward, capturing a hardened nipple between his lips. Julie gasped, her inner muscles clenching around him as pleasure
Julie's inner walls clenched around Conner's shaft as waves of pleasure radiated through her core. She ground her hips against him, taking him even deeper inside. The rough bark of the tree behind Conner scraped against his back as Julie rode him with increasing urgency.
"Oh god, yes!" Julie cried out, her voice rising above the thunderous guitar riffs echoing through the forest. Her nails raked down Conner's chest, leaving angry red welts in their wake.
Conner's hips bucked upwards, meeting Julie's downward thrusts with perfect timing. He could feel the telltale tightening in his balls as his climax approached. With a growl, he flipped their positions, pinning Julie against the broad trunk of the oak tree.
Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as Conner pounded into her relentlessly
The pulsing rhythm of Thunderstruck built to a fever pitch as Conner's thrusts became more frenzied. Julie's legs tightened around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back as she urged him deeper. The rough bark of the oak tree scraped against her sensitized skin, the slight pain only heightening her pleasure.
Conner's muscular form glistened with a sheen of sweat, droplets trailing down the defined ridges of his abs. His powerful arms flexed as he gripped Julie's thighs, spreading her wider to allow for deeper penetration. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through both their bodies.
The guitar solo reached a fever pitch as the camera zoomed in on Conner's groin. His testicles drew up tight against his shaft, the skin of his scrotum puckering as his climax approached. The veins along his thick member pulsed visibly, engorged with blood.
Conner's taint began to twitch rhythmically, the muscles contracting in time with the thunderous drumbeat. His pubococcygeus muscle flexed powerfully, pumping seminal fluid from his prostate and seminal vesicles.
The camera panned even closer, capturing the moment Conner's urethra began to expand. His shaft swelled impossibly larger as the first jet of semen surged upwards. The glistening head of his cock flared, pressing tightly against Julie's cervix as it prepared to unleash its potent load.
With a primal roar, Conner's orgasm overtook him. His cock pulsed violently, each jet of semen perfectly timed to the thunderous crescendo of the song. Julie cried out as she felt the warm rush flood her insides, the sensation triggering her own intense climax. Her inner walls clenched and rippled around Conner's shaft, milking him for every last drop.
Wave after wave of ejaculate filled Julie's womb as Conner's hips continued to thrust. Her cervix dipped and flexed, drawing his potent seed deeper inside with each contraction. Millions of sperm cells raced towards their goal, propelled by Conner's powerful release.
As their shared orgasm began to subside, Conner pressed his forehead against Julie's, both of them panting heavily. The final notes of Thunderstruck faded away, leaving only the sounds of their ragged breathing and the gentle rustling of leaves in the forest around them.
Nine months later, Julie's agonized cries pierced the air of the delivery room. Sweat plastered her hair to her forehead as another contraction wracked her body. The opening riff of Thunderstruck began to play, building in intensity along with her labor.
As the first verse kicked in, Julie felt an overwhelming pressure building. She bore down with all her might, muscles straining. The burning sensation intensified as the baby's head began to emerge. Julie's back arched off the bed as unexpected waves of pleasure suddenly crashed over her.
"Oh god!" she cried out, her voice rising in pitch. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically as an intense orgasm overtook her. The contractions of her climax helped push the baby further down the birth canal.
As the chorus exploded, Julie let out a guttural moan. "You've been... Thunderstruck!”
A primal scream tore from Julie's throat as she gave one final, monumental push. With a gush of fluid, the baby slid into the world just as the guitar solo reached its crescendo. The newborn's lusty cry harmonized perfectly with the wailing guitar riffs.
"It's a girl!" the doctor announced, holding up the squirming infant.
Julie collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily as waves of euphoria washed over her. Her body trembled with aftershocks, inner muscles still contracting rhythmically. As the nurse placed the baby on her chest, Julie gazed down in wonder at her daughter's shock of dark hair and startlingly blue eyes.
Back in his room, below Amy and Carly's names, Conner adds Natalie’s name, along with “Baby Boy #3 - Big Like Me”, and Julie’s name, putting “Baby Girl #1.”
As Conner finished adding both names, the pulsing rhythm of Thunderstruck began to build once more. His eyes scanned down a separate list on the other side of the board, landing on four names: Lily, Lauren, Amy, and Holly. The guitar riff intensified as memories flooded his mind, a montage of conquests playing out in vivid detail all at the same time.
As Thunderstruck reached a crescendo, the scene split into four simultaneous views:
Lily straddled Conner on a dorm room desk, her lithe body undulating as she rode him with abandon. Her small breasts bounced in time with the pounding rhythm.
Lauren's legs were draped over Conner's shoulders as he thrust into her on the locker room bench. Her cheerleader uniform was hiked up around her waist.
Amy's hands gripped the headboard as Conner took her from behind, her curvaceous form quivering with each powerful stroke.
Holly's back arched off the biology lab table as Conner pounded into her missionary style, her lab coat bunched beneath her.
As the scene split into four simultaneous views, the pulsing rhythm of Thunderstruck reached a fever pitch. Conner's muscular body glistened with sweat as he thrust powerfully into each woman, their cries of ecstasy blending together in a symphony of pleasure.
Lily threw her head back, crying out in ecstasy as she ground her hips against Conner. Her inner walls clenched around his shaft, drawing him deeper.
Lauren's cheerleader skirt fluttered with each thrust as Conner's hips slammed against her thighs. Her pom-poms lay forgotten on the locker room floor.
Amy's breasts swayed hypnotically as Conner pounded into her from behind. Her fingers gripped the headboard so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Holly's lab coat rustled beneath her as Conner's powerful strokes lifted her into the air.
As the guitar solo wailed, the four women reached their peaks simultaneously. Their bodies writhed in perfect synchronicity, each experiencing a unique climax:
Lily's petite form shuddered violently, her inner walls clamping down on Conner's shaft. Her emerald eyes rolled back as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her voice harmonizing with the thunderous chorus.
Lauren's powerful cheerleader thighs trembled, muscles tensing as her orgasm built. With a keening wail, she came undone. Her back arched off the bench, pushing her pert breasts skyward.
Amy's curvaceous body quaked, her ample breasts swaying hypnotically. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her screams of ecstasy as her inner muscles rippled around Conner's thick member.
Holly's lab coat billowed beneath her as her back arched off the table. Her legs wrapped tightly around Conner's waist, pulling him impossibly deeper as her climax overtook her. A strangled cry escaped her throat, her body convulsing with pleasure.
Conner's chiseled features contorted in intense pleasure across all four scenes. His brow furrowed, jaw clenched as he felt his climax approaching. A bead of sweat trailed down his temple as he pounded relentlessly into each woman. His nostrils flared, drawing in ragged breaths as the pressure built in his core.
As the final thunderous chords rang out, the scene shifted to an internal view inside each woman. Conner's thick member pulsed violently, the ridge of his corona dragging along sensitized inner walls. His urethra expanded as the first powerful jet of semen surged forth.
Inside Lily, Conner's engorged head pressed tightly against her cervix as it erupted. Ropes of pearly fluid painted her insides, flooding her womb with millions of eager sperm cells.
Lauren's cervix dipped and flexed, drawing Conner's potent seed deeper inside with each contraction. Wave after wave of ejaculate flooded her womb as his cock pulsed powerfully.
Amy's inner walls rippled rhythmically, milking Conner's shaft for every last drop. His thick semen coated her insides, racing towards its ultimate goal.
Holly gasped as she felt the warm rush of Conner's release flood her core. Her cervix quivered, opening slightly to allow his virile sperm direct access to her waiting egg.
Nine months later, the scene split into four simultaneous views as Thunderstruck blared through hospital speakers:
Lily's petite form strained on the delivery table, her emerald eyes wide. A guttural cry escaped her throat as she bore down, feeling intense pressure building. The camera zoomed in on her glistening folds as they began to part, revealing the crown of a tiny head.
Lauren's powerful cheerleader thighs trembled as she pushed with all her might. Her back arched off the bed as waves of sensation washed over her. The view focused between her legs, capturing the moment her opening began to stretch around the baby's emerging form.
Amy's curvaceous body quaked as contractions wracked her frame. She gripped the bed rails, crying out as she felt the burning stretch of crowning. The shot centered on her swollen labia as they slowly parted to allow passage of the baby's head. Her opening stretched impossibly wide as the infant's face emerged, eyes screwed shut and mouth open in a silent cry
Holly's lab coat billowed around her as she bore down with all her might. Her face contorted with effort, a primal scream tearing from her throat as she pushed. The camera zoomed in on her glistening folds as they stretched impossibly wide. The baby's head crowned, a shock of dark hair plastered to its scalp.
The scene pulled back to show all four delivery rooms simultaneously, capturing the moment each baby fully emerged:
Lily's petite form shuddered as her child slipped free, its tiny body glistening with amniotic fluid.
Lauren's powerful legs quivered as her baby girl slid out in one smooth motion, umbilical cord pulsing.
Amy's curves undulated as her infant emerged, a tuft of damp blonde hair visible on its crown.
Holly's lab coat billowed as her newborn entered the world, its lusty cry harmonizing with the fading guitar riffs.
The four women cried out simultaneously, their voices blending in a symphony of ecstasy. "Conner!" they screamed in unison, their bodies quaking with residual pleasure.
The scene slowly faded, panning to Conner's dimly lit bedroom. He lay sprawled on his unmade bed, chest rising and falling with steady breaths. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his muscular torso. His semi-erect penis rested heavily against his abs, the thick shaft stretching nearly to his navel.