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Subject: {ASSM} The Feel - Revised Chapter VIII (mf, mF, mc, preg)
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The Feel

By:  Dark Paladin

Chapter VIII

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 <i>Well, yes, it's</i>
exactly <i>that.</i>. 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

<i>The Pack</i>

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. <i>Well, now we're in for it.</i> 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.

<hr>

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."

But either way, he felt a cold sweat, remembering what
Ariana has said yesterday. "What will happen if they
find out about you?" All it would take is a word to a
teacher, who would tell someone else, maybe some
parents, and then next thing Steve knew he and the
girls would be in some government research facility -

The thought of any one of his lovers in some jail sent
a flood of flood of flame in Steve's belly. He looked
up, just in time to see his friend Bryce walk through
the door.

"Woah, hey - who put the iron filings in your
oatmeal?" Bryce said. He was a tall, lanky blond boy,
more at home with classical music and science than he
was anywhere else.

"Sorry," Steve said. "Just - it's been a long day
already."

The other students were filing in, some of them with
obvious dread on their faces. Steve could understand
why - today they were suppose to start dissecting
animals. He didn't mind it too much - the creatures
were already dead, anyway, so it wasn't like they were
going to feel any pain.

"I heard about that little scrap you were in," Bryce
told him.

"Scrap?" Steve said, smiling wryly at him. "When did
you become British?"

Bryce opened his mouth to retort, but instead it hung
open as he looked past Steve. Steve turned around, and
understood why Bryce was looking like he was preparing
the capture flies.

In walked a woman. No - not a woman, a Woman. She was
tall, probably as tall as Steve, and wore a
conservative business suit - long skirt that went to
her knees, a white shirt and brown vest that strained
to hold in her ample bosom. Her waist was tiny - so
much so that Steve was certain he could put both hands
around it. He wasn't sure if his fingers would touch,
but it wouldn't be from lack of trying.

The woman's hair was flame red, over a set of green
eyes that looked over the room like lasers. Her gaze
seemed to rest on every student in the room, measuring
them for a moment, then move on to the next. Steve
looked back into her eyes. She wasn't beautiful, but
pretty, with a slightly upturned nose and small, pouty
mouth.

She set a small satchel on the desk. "Class, I have to
inform you that your regular teacher, Mr. Goins, will
be unable to join us due to a heart attack. My name is
Ms. Hayes, and I will be your teacher for the rest of
the year."

There was mutters around the room at this. Mr. Goins
had been old, and most knew he wasn't in the best
health - but this was a surprise.

"I've been looking over the study schedule, and have
selected today's lesson. You will be taking a sample
of your blood." She swept to the back of the room,
opening a cupboard. "There are sterile pins in here,
latex gloves here, and sample slides. Once you have
your sample, examine it in the microscope, and make a
drawing of what you see at the various
magnifications."

"Er, we were suppose to be dissecting worms today,"
one of the students said.

Ms. Hayes spun around so quickly, Steve was able to
watch her breasts sway. "Have you looked at your blood
samples in the microscope yet?" she asked the student.

"Er - no," the student said, suddenly reticent under
that gaze.

"Then it will not hurt you to do it," she said,
cutting off the conversation right there. "You'll find
the instructions here." She indicated a pile of
papers. "Are there any other questions?" Nobody seemed
to. "Then please begin."

Steve and Bryce exchanged glances. "Man, somebody's a
little uptight," Bryce muttered. Then, in a normal
voice, "I'll go get the stuff."

"Cool."

Just when Bryce had left, the door opened. In came a
girl Steve had never seen before. She was shorter than
him by almost a foot, with light brown skin. Her dark
brown hair was done up in a braid, and her eyes were
covered in the thickest glasses Steve had ever seen.
She looked around the class nervously, dressed in a
plain outfit of a dark skirt and blouse. It was hard
to tell how she was shaped, since the clothes were so
baggy no feature of her body was revealed.

Ms. Hayes looked at her. "Are you late?" she asked the
girl.

The girl looked at Ms. Hayes, shaking her head no,
then pausing, then nodding it yes. She held up a note.

Ms. Hayes took it, reading it a moment. "Well, class,
seems we have a new student. This is - " she looked at
the note. "Epidendrum Ciliare." She looked back at
Epidendrum. "Did I pronounce that right?"

The girl looked at the ground. "I go by Epi," she
said. Her voice was very quiet, so that you had to
strain to hear her.

"Epi," Ms. Hayes repeated. She scanned the room. Most
everyone in the room were separated into teams of
three - except for Bryce and Steve. "Join those two
boys over there. They will explain today's
assignment."

Epi nodded, then moved to Bryce and Steve. "Hey,"
Steve said, nodding at her.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hello, fair lady," Bryce said in a strong voice. He
took Epi's hand, shaking it. "Welcome to our little
section of the universe." He held up the pins. "We
would ask you to be the first to donate blood, but as
you're new, I'll ask my strong and manly friend Steve
here to do it for us."

"You're a pal," Steve said wryly. He took the pin, and
the three of them went to work.

The time passed quickly. Epi didn't talk much, though
Bryce tried to draw her out. It was evident that the
tall boy had an interest in the shy girl. Steve had to
admit she was kind of cute, even with her glasses on.
He was tempted to use his power on her, to feel what
was beneath those bulky clothes - but since Bryce was
interested in her, he resisted the temptation.

But Ms. Hayes, on the other hand - there was no way he
was going to resist that morsel. While he looked into
the microscope, calmly making drawings of the white
and red blood cells, his mental hands were probing her
body. His control had increased to the stage where his
targets did not feel his mental touch. It wasn't the
same as touching the flesh with his read hands, but
from what he could feel, Ms. Hayes had the most
fantastic body he had ever felt. It was firm, without
a blemish anywhere he could feel. Her nipples felt
like they were permanently hard under a lacy bra,
which might explain why she wore the vest over her
shirt.

When his mental hands reached her inner thighs, he
couldn't help but give her a whisper of sensation. He
watched her from the corner of his eye as she paused,
looking about her as if wondering who had just reached
under her long skirt and touched her in her most
private area.

Her pussy hair felt thick, thicker than he had ever
felt on a woman before. Granted, that was so far a
total of 3 women (well, if you didn't count the other
girls in his school he had "mentally" touched), but
most of those had nearly hairless cunts. Ms. Hayes was
incredibly bushy.

And as his mental fingers crept along her vaginal
lips, which made the poor woman both squirm and become
more critical with her students work - as if by being
firmer with them she could quell the feelings coming
from her slickening sex - he discovered something new.
The largest clit he had ever felt. It was nearly 3
inches long, sticking stiffly from the top as her
arousal grew. He raised his eyebrows as he looked into
the microscope, trying to hide his surprise as he
stared at his own blood.

His fingers turned the magnification knob again, his
mind distracted as he roamed Ms. Hayes fascinating
pussy. The irregular clit seemed to jerk about as he
played with it. Ms. Hayes was now sitting down, and
from the distance, it looked like she was gritting her
teeth while she looked over some papers. <i>Man, I am
going to have fun with this one,</i> he thought to
himself.

Before he could take that thought any further, he
heard a sharp cracking noise - then the slide under
his microscope shattered. Pieces went flying all over
the counter. Epi jumped back in surprise.

"Shit!" she exclaimed, then covered her mouth with her
hand a split second later as the class erupted into
laughter. Ms. Hayes, her arousal vanishing as Steve's
concentration was lost, came striding over.

"Oh, for Pete's sake," she snapped. "Are any of you
cut?"

"Er - I'm not," Steve said.

Bryce brushed a piece of glass off of his hand. "Nope
- I think I'm fine."

Epi looked down. "I'm all right," she said.

"Well, other than that little outburst, I'd say you're
fine." She glared at Steve. "Clean up the mess, and be
more careful next time."

"Ok," Steve muttered, feeling a bit foolish. Lucky no
one had gotten hurt. He cleaned off the glass, and
wiped the counter with disinfectant. He was surprised
that schools still let these kind of lab things go on,
with all the worries about AIDS and all.

The bell rang, letting the students escape. Steve
noticed Bryce asking Epi to lunch with him. He didn't
hear her reply - he was too busy looking behind him.
Ms. Hayes was watching him as he left, those lovely
green eyes focused on him.

Steve gave a small wave, and wandered off. He didn't
get too far - Amanda and Nicole were waiting for him.

"We need to talk," Amanda said. Her tone brooked no
argument.

"Sure," Steve said. "Where?"

"There's a counseling room we have access to," Nicole
explained. "If we hurry, we can use if before next
class."

"I have study hall anyway," Steve explained. "So I'm
pretty much good for the next 15 minutes - the teacher
doesn't mind if we show up late."

They made their way to a small room, just next to the
library. Steve set his backpack on the table. "So?
What's up?"

Amanda sighed. "Michelle - I think she's going to be a
problem."

Steve's stomach sank. "How so?" he asked.

"She asking questions," Amanda said. She started
pacing the room, like a wolf in a cage. "She's not
stupid - she knows that there's something more going
on between the three of us than just friendship. She
went on about how she was worried that we were going
to get hurt in some relationship - "

"She thinks I'd hurt the two of you?" Steve said
incredulously.

Amanda shook her head, but it was Nicole who
explained. "No - well, she seems to think that we've
both got a crush on you, but you aren't acting on it,
and she's worried that we'll get hurt when you choose
one of us - or neither, or something."

Amanda put her hands on the table. "Steve - " She
pursed her lips. "You have to sleep with her."

Of all the things that he expected to hear from her,
this ranked somewhere beneath "I think N'Sync is a
great band" and "Gee, this bacon grease feels really
great between my toes."

"Are you insane?" Steve asked her. "I - Michelle's my
friend. And yours! We can't just - I mean,"

"Oh, so we're good enough for you to fuck but she's
not?" Amanda said, her eyes growing angry. "You can
trick us into sex but not her? What - is she more
special than we are?"

Steve's mouth would have dropped, except he had been
taught over the years that would only get it slapped
shut by his father. <i>The one you killed</i>, a
little voice in his head told him. "No - Amanda, you
know I love the both of you."

Amanda dropped her head. "I know," she said. She
looked up, the anger gone from her eyes. "That was
unfair - and I'm sorry." She sighed.

"The problem is," Nicole piped in, "Is what will
happen if the three of us - our relationship - is
uncovered? I know my parents will freak - probably
have me transferred to a private school." She put a
finger under her lips. "Hm - I wonder how I would look
in a plaid skirt." She pushed out her breasts, cupping
them. "Though I think I might not make the dress code
with these."

Steve smiled at her, then looked at Amanda. "Are you
sure this will work? I mean - is this the best idea?"

"If we make her part of us, we'll be safe," Amanda
said. "Look at what's happened - something in - I
don't know, your sperm, your blood - it's changed both
Nicole and me, and now Ariana." She gave him a
sidelong glance. "So when are we going to meet her
anyway?"

"Um - soon, I guess - but about Michelle. I know that
there's some - weird thing going on with me. Ariana
thinks its some weird genetic thing - " He quickly
explained Ariana's theory.

"We know that it works," Amanda said. "It's worked on
Nicole and I, it's worked on Ariana - and so it should
work on Michelle. Just have sex with her - "

"Just have sex with her - unprotected sex, since we
don't know what triggers the 'loyalty gene' or
whatever's going on."

Amanda walked forward, putting her hand on Steve's
crotch. "If you can seduce three virgins like us, you
can do Michelle. She'll be tougher, I think - she's
got a stubborn streak. And you've got to make the
whole thing seem like her idea, or else who knows what
she might do. Her parents have her really wound up on
marrying a proper Japanese boy, and if she feels like
she betrayed them, she might go blab before the
loyalty gene kicks in.

"Are we sure it's a gene?" Nicole said. "I mean, I
don't know that much about genes - "

Amanda shut her up with a kiss. Steve could feel his
member rising as he watched them. "Um - hey, do we
have time before we -"

Amanda pulled away from Michelle, her angelic facing
smiling wickedly at him. "None for you - we want you
in prime condition tonight."

"Tonight!" Steve said. "But - but - " He tried to
rummage his brain for some reason why he couldn't have
sex with one of the most lovely girls he knew. "Um -
what about homework?"

"Isn't your mother away visiting her parents?" Nicole
asked him. "We could all go over to your house -
there's no school tomorrow anyway, since the teachers
have that conference thingy. So we can go to your
place and stay the night."

"We'll do the old 'I'm at Michelle's - she's at
Nicole's - Nicole's at my place' switch," Amanda said.
"Lucky for us, our parents never check on us - we've
been at each other houses for so long, I think my
parents use it as an excuse to have sex."

Steve put a hand to his temple. "This is going to be a
very long day, isn't it?"

"Ah, poor baby," Nicole giggled. She sat on his lap,
pressing her large breasts against his chin. "Having
to sleep with another virgin cheerleader - you have it
so rough."

Steve reached out with his power, flooding Nicole's
pleasure centers. She wrapped her arms around his
neck, leaning back as she came in one long, prolonged
orgasm. She wigged her ass over his cock, squirming
and panting as her body shook. Steve finally released
her, cradling her when she relaxed against him.

"Ah, come on, Amanda," she said, turning to her friend
as she gave Steve a squeeze. "Just one for the road?"

Amanda looked at her, grinning. "I think you and I got
along good enough yesterday - you can wait a bit for
Mr. Penis."

Steve leaned back, his hard cock trying to explode out
of his pants and find its way into Nicole. This was
going to be a long day indeed.

Then he thought about Michelle. Well, maybe it would
be worth it - in the end.


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