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Monday morning at a local high school was much like Monday mornings in every other one. Lockers opened and shut, teenagers with bleary eyes and overactive hormones were chatting, laughing, exchanging glances or looking with longing at someone else. Others held hands, or gave sweet little kisses to their partners.
Steve noticed none of it. He walked down the hall, backpack slung over one shoulder, his mind far away into yesterday. He had spent the better part of the day and a chunk of the night with Ariana. Even now, thinking about it, he could feel his body start to respond. He could remember the feel of her silky skin under him, her breasts pushing up into him. Of her over him, her thighs split around his waist as she drove his shaft into her, her fingernails pushing into his hard stomach.
Between their couplings, they ate, rested, and just talked. Steve told her almost everything that had happened to him. "Almost" meaning not including the part about how he had killed his own father with his new found power. That secret he had shared with no one - not his other two loves Nicole and Amanda, and not Ariana.
There was something about Ariana that he found interesting. She was beautiful; her long blond hair falling in gentle curls to her shoulders, her slender belly that widened into flaring hips, her large, soft breasts that melted into his fingers whenever he touched them. But she was obviously intelligent too, her years of nursing giving her both education and experience in life. Except in sexual matters, of course - Steve was her first man, and here, he was the teacher.
But it was her who put the pieces together. "All of this happened after that vaccine shot I gave you," she had mused. They were naked in bed, her head resting on his shoulder. Her hair tickled his skin, but he wasn't going to complain. Especially with her warm breasts pushed into his side. Her left leg was resting over his, her still leaking slit pressed against his side. Every so often, her leg would squeeze, pushing her sex into his side. They weren't ready to make love again, but it wasn't far from either's mind.
"And then the man the police killed afterwards - I'm betting he wasn't just somebody looking for drugs." Her finger traced a path over Steve's chest, stroking the skin.
"What makes you so sure?" Steve had asked. He rotated to his side, kissing the top of her head. He pulled back a little so he could look into her eyes. His cock was slowly rising, pressing against her knee. She gave another squeeze of her legs in response.
"I read about him in the paper," she said. Her hand came up his chest, tracing his face. He kissed her fingertips as they drew over his lips. "I was curious about him - after all, he was killed in the same hospital I worked in. So I looked him up." She squeezed her thigh again, starting to build into a slow rhythm. "He was on the Internet, with some different papers. He used to be geneticist, working to clear up some birth defects. I thought it was kind of sad that he became a junkie."
"But now you think he wasn't?" Steve said. His fingers were stroking her side, moving down to her buttocks to gently squeeze her flank, moving back up to gently run his fingers against the side of her breasts. He could feel her nipples hardening against him.
"I think you're kind of proof of that," she replied. Her own hand was moving across Steve's front, touching his nipples, coming down to touch his throbbing cock before returning to the rest of his body. "You have a power you didn't have before, one you got right after the first vaccine shot. We have a dead guy who was a big time geneticist who just happens to wind up dead in the same place."
"So the bigger question is, who killed him?" Steve turned his hips so his shaft was pressed against her pussy. Her wetness covered the underside as he slowly drew it against her. He kissed her forehead, kissing his way around her face as she started to squirm against him.
"I think there's an even - Bigger!" Steve had chosen that moment to angle his hips, pushing the head of his cock into her. She was still tight, even after all the plowing his fuck tool had made into her fertile channel - but with the wetness he had deposited earlier and her own slick cunt juice, he pushed into her with ease. She pushed herself against him, her legs coming up to squeeze his ass as she fit her body to his. Her mouth sucked across his neck as she murmured in pleasure. "Ah," she groaned as he slowly side in and out of her. "There's an even bigger problem," she said, her voice thick with lust.
"What's that?" Steve said. He rolled her onto her back as he kept pushing in and out of her. His lips found her collarbone, moving down her chest to tease her breasts.
She put her hands on his ass, pulling him deep into her before clenching tight, stopping his movements. "What will happen if they find out about you?" she said softly. She put her hands to his face, cradling it. "I - I won't say that I love you," she said. "But - I think I could."
Steve's heart had swelled at those words. And somehow, the feeling was even better than the feeling of her vagina around his shaft, trying to draw more of his baby-making cum from it.
After he had gotten home, he had called Amanda and Nicole, telling them all about what had happened to him - and Ariana. Even a good chunk of the sex parts, as both the girls were eager for details. He could hear Nicole masturbating on the other line, her breathing growing heavier as he told her about Ariana. He wasn't so sure about Amanda, though he suspected she was too, from the way she grew very quiet.
Steve was so wrapped up in his memories of yesterday that he was walking in autopilot, not noticing where he was going. Until he bumped into someone.
"Hey, you," a voice said. Steve's eyes lost their far away look as he looked down slightly at the Asian girl next to him. Michelle was standing before him, smiling at him.
"Hey, Pancake," he grinned at her. The two of them had gone to the same elementary school, and had even been in the same play together where Michelle had played Princess Pancake. It was a silly play about how a magical kingdom made of the four food groups was rescued against dastardly desserts. Shakespeare it wasn't, but to a group of 10 year olds wearing costumes it was near Broadway.
She gave him a rap on the head, though not a hard one. "Well, Sir Syrup, you looked like you were lost in dreamland. Not get enough sleep last night?" She gave him a sidelong look as they walked next to each other. "Been having restless nights with your girlfriends?"
Steve stopped dead in the hallway. "Er - what?" he said. As he did, he tried to keep his eyes on her face. It wasn't that hard. Of all the girls in the school, Michelle was the most lovely. Amanda was cute, while Nicole radiated sex appeal, but Michelle was simply lovely, with dark, raven hair that rested on her shoulders, matched by eyes so dark they were nearly black. Her face was like a dolls, with delicate features, except for a pair of sweet red lips that were just made for kissing.
And her body was made to match. He remembered her mentioning that she had some German heritage in her - a grandfather, he thought. So while her face was of a classic Japanese beauty, her body was full of curves, spouting a C-cup figure that looked even larger on her 15 year old slim body. She was not as hippy as Nicole or Ariana, but her gentle swells and small, tight ass made men's hands itch with longing.
Steve's power gently reached out to her. It was almost instinctual now, like how a person never thought of their feet or legs. It probed her body, feeling the slopes under her breasts, the hairless pussy that started to swell slightly as Steve's mind lingered on it lovingly. He felt guilty - he had enough trouble between three different women, but asking a 16 year old to control his sexual urges would be like asking a fire not to burn.
Michelle stepped to one side to let some other kids through, putting a hand on his arm. His power increased, giving her a gentle pulse of pleasure. He mental fingers could feel her nipples, so tiny on such large breasts, start to pucker. It was a sensation she was becoming used to, as over the past two weeks Steve had continually been probing her body. Now it was almost a Pavlovian response - Steve would be around her, and her body would react in anticipation of his mental touch stimulating her.
"I've noticed you, Michelle, and Nicole seem to have been spending a lot of time together." She didn't move her hand from his arm. He could feel the heat radiating from her body as she moved closer to let the crowd of students pass by. She gave him a smile, as if sharing a joke. "I know Amanda was kind of attracted to you, but I never knew that the Savior of Breakfast Land had it in him to go after my two best friends at the same time." She moved closer as a couple of students came by. The inside of her knee brushed the outside of his leg. Without thinking, his power reached under her skin, sending trickles of pleasure up her thigh like water running upwards to her warm cunt.
"No - it's not like that - " Steve started, though mentally he thought to himself Well, yes, it's exactly that.. What else would you call it when he and Michelle's cheerleader girlfriends were engaged in sex with each other on an increasing basis?
Steve moved around her, trying to think while he tried to keep his mind off of the feeling of her body. Little mental fingers moved up into her virgin slit, and he could feel every soft ripple as he tried to gain control of his hormones.
Did we mention he was 16, and fighting a losing battle? Michelle's eyes were growing opaque as she started to feel aroused, though she didn't know why. "Look - I know it must look strange, but it's not what you think."
Michelle put a hand on his chest. Under his shirt, his skin felt very warm. "Hey, I'm only kidding. They told me that you've been helping them with homework." She gave him a wink. "Though I bet if you asked either one of them, you could take them out on a date."
Steve took her hand, giving her a grin of her own. "And desert my own beloved Princess Pancake? Perish the thought." He gave a flourish, bending to kiss her hand as she laughed -
When he backed up into someone. Before he had the chance to say "excuse me", someone pushed him hard. He looked up, staring into the face of Ryan Blant, a pale, acne prone bully. He was taller than Steve by half a head, but probably weight less than Steve. And was probably in worse shape.
"Watch out, faggot," Ryan said. He pushed himself into Steve's face, towering over him.
"Oh, sorry," Steve started, the words spilling out before he could catch them. "I didn't realize you were about to rush to your cocksucking tryouts."
Ryan's face darkened, which only turned his pimples a darker shade of red. His fist came swinging in the direction of Steve's head.
Steve leaned back, his fist clenching as his eyes narrowed. He would usually have never fought back, since any time Steve even tried to defend himself in a fight, his father would later beat him senseless for having been in one.
But his father wasn't going to be a problem anymore. Steve stepped forward, about to bring his fist smashing into Ryan's nose.
Except his arm refused to come up. Like a few days ago, his body refused the order to hurt someone. He suddenly came off balance when he arm didn't move the way it should.
Ryan took advantage of Steve's hesitation. A fist cracked into Steve's jaw. His head snapped back as he his willed his hands to slam into Ryan's undefended stomach - only again, they failed him.
Before Steve could take a step back and decide on another course of action, a small, dark blur flashed by him. The blur smashed into Ryan, sending him flying several feet through the air to smash into some lockers. He slid to his ass with a loud smack.
Amanda stood over Ryan. Ordinarily, the cute teen's face with her short black hair would have made Steve happy. Now, something was - different. He felt the hackles on his neck rise as he watched her. Her teeth were barred as if she might bite Ryan, her eyes filled with fury.
Her tennis shoe clad foot swung forward, catching Ryan in the balls. "Don't," she barked, "Mess," she kicked him again, smashing the fingers that Ryan had brought down to protect himself, "With", she kicked him again, this time in the stomach, and the air whooshed out of Ryan like a popped balloon, "My," another kick to the stomach, "Man!" This time she grabbed him by the shoulders, lifting him up to slap his head into the lockers. "Never, never, never, never!" Every word was punctuated with another slam into the locker.
Part of Steve wanted to surge forward, to add his strength to hers, to help defend
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her. He pushed it down, instead putting a hand on her arm.
She turned to him, and for a moment he felt the full brunt of her fury. Then she noticed it was him, and leaned against him. He held her a moment, looking down at Ryan, who was crawling away as quickly as his bruised balls, body, and ego would let him.
"Are you all right?" he asked her.
"I'm fine," she said. She wrapped her arms around him, resting her body against his.
Nicole showed up a second later. "Hey," she said. She looked around as students were wandering away (the few who weren't staring at the sight of Amanda draped on Steve's body). "I was trying to follow Amanda, she said there was trouble -" She looked at Steve's face, noticing the bruise growing against his jawline. "Oh - you're hurt!"
She moved up to him, standing on tiptoes to kiss his boo-boo. "Does it hurt?"
"A lot less if the Amazon here hadn't shown up," Steve said, giving Amanda a squeeze. Nicole grinned at her friend, as she wrapped an arm around Steve's back.
"Well, somebody's got to keep our snugglebunny all safe and sound," she said, squeezing her body against his. Steve felt her large breasts on his left side, Amanda's slim frame on his right, and felt his member start to wake again.
He looked up at Michelle, who was staring at the three of them. Well, now we're in for it. He didn't know what he was going to say, or how he was going to explain what was going on.
Luckily for him, the bell rang at that moment. He with drew from his two teenage lovers. "Um, I'll let you guys explain," he told them. And with a small bow, he said "Next time, Princess Pancake," - and moved as quickly as he could without trying to look like he was fleeing. He was so eager to get away, he didn't even notice that his bruise had all but vanished.
Steve sat at a counter in his biology class, rubbing his hand over his face. His feelings of a warm, contented, fucked-out-of-his-mind bliss from this morning were all but swept away. Right now, who knows what Michelle was hearing from Nicole and Amanda. He was certain that they weren't saying anything weird, like "Oh, sure, Michelle - we've both been having sex with him, and it's been really great since he's got this power that makes it so when we suck his penis, it feels like he's fucking us. Oh, and there's a chance he might have knocked us up, too."
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