Unexpected Encounters

> Taylor is adjusting to her lowered sex drive, but it appears that sex has not abandoned her yet. From screwing Glory Girl in the bathroom, to a chance encounter in a park, to a gangbang in the boys' bathrooms, to finding an old enemy's lips around her cock, she still has plenty of chances to get off.

I woke up to Amy sucking my cock.

This is an extremely pleasurable way to wake up. I highly recommend it, and it's one of my top five reasons as to why every girl should experience having a cock at least once in their lives. Since finding out for myself, I've been quite willing to give morning head to whoever I wake up with. Usually that's Dad, which works out fine for the both of us.

I mean, I'm a lot mellower about fucking these days. Some days I don't get laid _at all._ And it doesn't bother me. Seriously. I can walk down the Boardwalk and step around couples getting some open-air fucking in, and not feel like joining in. I mean, I'll _watch –_ who won't? - but the itch just doesn't need scratching as much any more.

Not that I'm turning into some kind of virgin; heaven forbid. And while I'm just as inventive about sex as I've always been (Denise and Chris call it 'kinky', but I notice that they don't complain) I've found that I don't need to push the envelope as much to get to that same level of pleasure. Sex is just as much fun, and the pleasure is at least as intense as it always used to be, but the irresistible cravings just aren't there any more.

Still, it doesn't mean that I'll turn down Amy sucking my cock. It doesn't even mean that having a cock has turned down my enjoyment of being bent over and fucked hard; I still have an ass, and Amy's made sure I can take cock with the best of them. But she likes me with a cock, because that means I can use that cock on her. As often as possible, if she has anything to say about it.

She could, of course, tell that I was getting close to cumming. Reaching down, I manoeuvred her so that we were in the sixty-nine position, and then I went to town on her. She moaned around my swollen appendage as I started humming; her nipples, ass and pussy were all getting the full benefit of my harmonics. Of course, she retaliated with her power, sending wave after wave of pure orgasmic pleasure through me.

This was the sort of 'fight' that I was _good_ at. The gang-bang that the Undersiders had inflicted on me actually made me better at keeping my head, even while fireworks were going off in every erogenous zone I had, including a few I hadn't known about. I doubled-down on my humming, while my tongue and fingers caressed her soft, yielding flesh in the most erotic way I could manage. She arched her back and came heavily when I nipped at her clit, and two of my fingers delved into her ass.

For my part, I was right on the edge. Her mouth and tongue were doing amazing things to me even without the use of her powers; _with_ them, I was seconds away from joining the Simurgh in the upper atmosphere.

When I came, it was _spectacular._ My balls drew up and a streak of white-hot pleasure shot up my shaft, into Amy's waiting mouth. I could feel my hips pumping, totally out of my control, as I tried hard to give Amy somewhere near the pleasure that I was feeling. She sucked avidly on me, gulping down my cum as it spurted heavily from the supersensitive tip of my cock.

Not that she was totally successful, of course. She knew that I found the sight of her with cum on her face to be irresistibly sexy, so she let some splatter on her right at the end. I lay back, panting, as she rolled off of me and turned to lie alongside me. I kissed her, enjoying the taste of my cum in her mouth, then slowly licked the white streaks off of her face. She moaned softly, closing her eyes and cumming again as I did so.

"That was very naughty of me, wasn't it?" she purred in my ear. "Do you want to hold me down and punish me for that? Maybe in my ass?"

Of course I did. And of course she wanted me to. She _liked_ it when I held her down and forced her to accept my cock inside her. But right then, I knew that I had to get up. "Gotta go for a run," I grunted regretfully. "Go see Dad. You know he likes to fuck you in the ass."

"But Vicky's with him," she pouted. "He's been fucking _her_ ass all night."

Which was true, as we both knew. It turned out that Glory Girl and Dad were extremely compatible in bed, whether she had a cock or not. He had a thing for rough sex, and Glory Girl's power let her handle whatever he could do to her.

"Well, if she hasn't got a cock right now, you can grow one on her, and they can double-team you," I pointed out. It wasn't a new suggestion; Amy had had our three cocks in her at the same time, on more than one occasion.

"Ooh," she murmured. "Oh, I like that idea." Stretching like a cat, she rubbed the length of her body on mine. "Come on with me, and we can make it a foursome again. Maybe we can finally convince your Dad to let you and Vicky fuck him in the ass."

That was actually something I had been looking forward to, ever since Dad had sucked my cock that day in the shower. I actually wanted him to take that extra step and let Amy make him over into a woman. Just as Vicky had done for me, I wanted to take his cherry and let him know what it felt like to be loved from the feminine point of view.

However, to be honest, I couldn't be sure that it hadn't happened already, with Vicky. Amy's sister could be very persuasive (she had bent _me_ over the table, or the sofa, or the bed, more times than I could count) and they _were_ spending a lot of time together in bed and in the shower.

Not that I'd be feeling particularly jealous if Dad _was_ taking it up the ass from Vicky. After all, at the end of the day, he was still my Dad, and if I wanted him to fuck me, all I had to do was ask. And in the meantime, Amy was certainly willing and eager enough to let me do whatever I wanted to her.

I was tempted. With Amy displaying herself like that for me, I couldn't be _alive_ and not be tempted. But as I'd said, I wanted to go for a run. While my powers as Harmonic provided me with a versatile and powerful defensive and offensive ability, there was always the chance that I'd run into someone who could nullify it, so I wanted to be able to run away if I could. "You could come with me," I suggested. "We could shower together, after." Shower sex with Amy was a treat.

She considered that. " … nah," she decided, rolling off the bed. "Think I'll go see if Vicky or your dad wants to screw my brains out instead. Just as sweaty as running, and it's a lot more fun."

"Have fun," I told her, and pulled on my socks and shoes. My Age Card went into an ankle-wallet, so I was naked from there on up.

I trotted downstairs and let myself out the back door. The air was brisk and invigorating, and it wasn't till I was a good hundred yards down the road before I realised one important fact. _I've still got a cock._

I slowed to a stop, looking down at the anomalous appendage. It had shrunken a little from its normal size because of the slight chill in the air, but was still going to flop around a bit while I ran. For a moment, I considered going back and getting Amy to revert it for me. However, I soon saw the flaw in that idea. _She'll be getting fucked by now, and she'll invite me to join in, and I'll never actually get out for the run._

For a moment, I imagined Amy being double-teamed by Vicky and Dad – not hard, as I'd been there when it was being done to her, on more than one occasion – and my cock started to harden. The temptation to go back and just let things happen was powerful, and I nearly gave in to it.

_Argh. No._ I clenched my fists. _I'm not like I used to be. I have more self-control now._ Breathing deeply, I steered my mind away from that image. Almost magically, my erection subsided and the temptation just faded away. I blinked; normally, that wouldn't have worked. _Wow. It's really true._

I looked down at my penis again. "Well," I muttered, "it looks like we're stuck with each other."

Slowly, I started off again, trying to work out a rhythm that took my cock and balls into account. _Guys do it, so it's gotta be possible._

It was indeed possible; however, it took me most of the run to get the hang of it. On the way, I got a few startled glances, which I tried to ignore. Now that Amy was branching out, futanari was going to be an ongoing fad in Brockton Bay; I was just ahead of the trend. I did take pleasure in the fact that because of Amy's work on my breasts, I was definitely noticeable as a girl with a dick, rather than an effeminate boy.

However, my new additions made it harder to get into a proper rhythm, which was why I stopped in the park on the way home. Breathing a little more heavily than normal, I leaned over one leg and then the other, stretching out my calf muscles. _Five minute breather,_ I told myself. _Then I'll keep going._ Plopping myself down in one of the swings, I began to push myself idly back and forth, more to keep my leg muscles active than for any other reason.

That was when I heard the panting and moaning coming from behind a small gazebo, situated in the far corner of the park. I knew those sounds; or rather, I knew what those sounds meant. Curiosity got the better of me, and I got up to go and investigate. However, I wasn't careless about it; a burst of harmonics gave me a sound-picture of the park and surrounding environs. There was only one person behind the gazebo; unless my powers were steering me wrong, it was a girl of about Missy's age.

Strolling in that direction, I rounded the gazebo to find that I was correct. The girl was about twelve or thirteen; contrary to the laws of the land, she was as naked as I was, her clothes folded neatly beside her. Lying on her back, she had her legs spread wide in a way that made my cock harden immediately. In her cute little hairless pussy, she had a training dildo, which she was working into herself with every evidence of pleasure.

I was aroused; of course I was. But where I would normally have started planning to match Cards with her as soon as possible, I merely looked her over. Her breasts were only tiny nubs as yet, which probably meant that once she started developing properly, she'd outdo Emma. She had the cutest flower-petal labia, stretching just a little around the training dildo, shiny with her sexy lubrication. I wondered how she tasted.

From where I was standing, I could see her hard little buttocks, clenching and straining as she lifted herself off the ground with the intensity of her pleasure. My mind flipped back to the last time I'd bent Missy over the Wards console and fucked her up the ass; I wondered if this girl would enjoy it quite as much as my other sexy little girlfriend did.

I couldn't see the colour of her eyes, as she had them clenched shut, but her hair was long and brown; a lighter shade than mine, but straight instead of curly. Her teeth were clenched, her lips slightly parted as she panted and moaned on the dew-wet grass before me.

She slid the dildo deeper into herself, in and out with a spasmodic motion, while her free hand alternated between rubbing at her clit, and pinching and pulling at her tiny erect red nipples. Again, she arched her back and moaned, lifting her butt off the ground again. It looked to me like she was trying to hit orgasm, and not quite getting there.

Well, that was something I was familiar with, and definitely something I could do something about. Softly, I began to hum in the back of my throat. The vibrations were almost imperceptible to begin with, centring on her nipples and pussy and ass, gradually ramping up in intensity. She cried out softly, redoubling her efforts, fucking herself with the dildo harder and harder.

I wanted her badly. I imagined myself on top of her, my cock replacing the plastic dildo, her nails digging into my back as I forced myself deep inside her. Her cries in my ear, our sweat mingling, as I drove her to one spectacular orgasm after another, before I finally filled her delicate womb full of my copious seed. It came as no surprise to me to look down and realise that my cock was absolutely rock hard.

However, I didn't do anything except hum. She came explosively, writhing in a most erotic fashion as my vibrations took her over the edge and granted her orgasm after orgasm. She panted as she rubbed her clitoris hard, pushing herself into a couple more climaxes. I eased off on the vibrations; as young as she was, I didn't want her pushing herself too hard.

While she recovered, I lowered myself to a seat on the steps of the gazebo. My erection jutted out from between my legs, but I decided to let it alone for the moment. _If it doesn't go down soon, I might have to jump Amy when I get home._

The girl let out a long shuddering sigh, and slid the dildo out of her sweet young pussy. "Wow," she muttered as she sat up. "That was kind of awesome." Then she opened her eyes, and saw me.

I expected shock, surprise and even fear. _What are you doing?_ would have been a perfectly understandable response. _Get the hell away from me!_ would have been another.

"It's all right," I said hastily, before she could react. "I'm just going. I wanted to make sure you were okay before I left you alone." I began to get up, hoping that she wouldn't draw the wrong (well, the _right)_ conclusions from my raging boner.

"No, don't go," she said.

I blinked, lowering my butt to the cold stone step again (note to self; wear some sort of pants if I'm going to be sitting on stone in the morning). "Uh, excuse me?"

She gave me a shy smile. "I'm the one who should be asking you to excuse me. I mean, I'm seriously not old enough to be naked in public, much less fucking myself with a dildo."

Which begged the question. "Uh, so why …?"

She giggled. "It's a fetish of mine. I'm not old enough to undress in public. Just between you and me, I'm not old enough to be having sex at all." She waved the training dildo. "Except with one of these, of course. But doing it in my room just isn't exciting enough. So I ride the bus to some out of the way place in the early morning, get naked, and bring myself off. I get some pretty good orgasms out of it, though this morning was off the scale. I mean, seriously, wow." She gave me a sideways glance that I found adorably cute. "It's like I got off on being watched even though I didn't know you were there."

"Uh huh," I said, impressed by her calmness, if nothing else. "You should be more careful. There are some guys around who don't bother matching Age cards, you know. I mean, it's rare as hell, but it's been known to happen." My desire for her was falling off with the admission that she wasn't old enough to have sex yet; while my cock wasn't that big, I would've been surprised if she could take it without a lot of effort.

"Well, those guys aren't here," she purred, getting up and moving over to where I was sitting. "But you are." Sitting down beside me, she put her hand on my leg. Despite myself, I felt excitement in my loins as she ran her hand up my thigh. For a twelve-year-old, she could certainly put the moves on me.

"I, uh, I'm pretty sure we aren't supposed to be doing this," I blurted.

Her small hand wrapped around my amazingly hard penis. "Oh, I don't want to have _sex_ with you," she confided. "Well, okay, I do, but it would probably be a really bad idea. But you were nice enough to watch me, so I want to do something nice for you."

Before I could react, she moved around until she was kneeling before me. I gasped as her hot little mouth enfolded the head of my penis. Her tongue should've been made illegal from the way she flickered it over the sensitive tissue, making my eyes roll back in my head.

She couldn't take the head of my cock far into her mouth, and there was no way she was going to deep-throat the whole lot in one go, but she still did her best to bring me off. And her best was very good indeed. Her head bobbed up and down on the tip of my penis, her hands stroked my shaft and caressed my scrotum, and her tongue … well, it was no surprise to me that less than thirty seconds after she started sucking my cock, I came.

I clenched my fists and tried to grunt a warning, but it was too late. She sputtered and gasped as the hot sticky liquid spurted into her mouth. Despite her best efforts to swallow all of my load, my cock escaped her lips just in time to splatter her face and breasts with my cum.

Tension I hadn't known was there oozed out of my body as my cock began to soften. "Oh, wow," I groaned. "That was … that was a pretty good blowjob. Do you practice much?"

"Not really," she admitted, as she tried to wipe the semen from her face and body. "Not with guys. You're my first, actually."

At first, I felt awed and humbled. To be chosen as someone's 'first' for anything sexual these days was pretty special; that was why I'd asked Vicky to retake my virginity. But then suspicion reared its ugly head. "Really." Reflexively, I checked my surroundings again, but there were no cops or outraged parents waiting in the shrubbery to leap out at me and accuse me of underage dealings.

"Really," she assured me. "Darn, do you have a tissue … or … anything …" Her question died away as she looked down at my ankle-wallet. There was manifestly not enough room in that for anything other than an Age Card and a phone.

I sighed. _Might as well be done for a sheep as a lamb._ "No, but hold still."

"Okay," she said. There was that unreasoning trust of me again. I couldn't figure it out.

Taking hold of her arms, I laid her down on the grass and began to lick the cum from her body. I could feel myself beginning to harden again, but I concentrated on ignoring that. She twitched and giggled and writhed under me, especially when I suckled on her nipples for maybe a few moments longer than I should have. Finally, I licked her face clean, savouring every drop.

"Done," I breathed, holding myself above her, my breasts just brushing her chest. We looked into each others' eyes; the connection was deep and immediate. I wasn't sure who initiated the kiss first, but her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me to her.

We kissed for the longest time, her hands wandering over my body, and mine over hers. My cock was more than half-hard by the time we pulled away from each other; I recognised the smouldering look in her eyes; it was very likely reflected in mine.

But I was older than her, and had to be more responsible. Besides, I was a Ward, and while letting her suck me off wasn't _technically_ illegal, given that she had initiated it, definitely skirted the bounds of the law. Also, I should've made her stop masturbating and get dressed as soon as I found her.

"Look, I have to go," I panted. "School and all that." I gestured at her clothes. "You should get dressed, too."

She heaved an unhappy sigh. "Yeah. I guess." Climbing to her feet, she started pulling her clothes on. I got up and brushed grass off of myself, combing it out of my hair with my fingers. I was just turning away when she spoke again. "Uh …"

"What?" I asked, turning back.

"Can I see you again?" she asked shyly. "This was a lot of fun."

I frowned. "Also kind of against the law. And if we kept playing around like this, then my cock _would_ end up inside your pussy at some point, and that's _definitely_ against the law."

"My birthday's in two months," she pointed out brightly. "Won't be against the law then." She gave me a beseeching look. "Would you be able to pop my cherry then?"

How could I say no to something like that? "Uh, okay, sure," I agreed. "Till then, we're just gonna have to make rules and stick to them."

"Okay," she agreed happily. "So, what's your number?"

I leaned up against the gazebo while I unzipped the ankle-wallet and extracted my phone. She pulled a notepad from her purse – and I noticed that she did indeed have a pack of tissues in there, the sneaky little minx – and wrote down the number that I recited. In return, I tapped her number into my phone. It was my Wards phone, but she wasn't to know that.

"And your name?" I asked, somewhat amused that I'd gotten a blowjob off of her, as well as some very steamy kissing and fondling, before I ever learned who she was.

"Oh, it's Dinah," she told me cheerfully, putting her notebook away. "Dinah Alcott."

"It's nice to meet you, Dinah," I said, entering the name. Carefully, I zipped the phone back into the wallet.

"You too, Taylor," she replied, putting her hands on my shoulders and pulling me down for a kiss. "I didn't know who I was going to ask to be my first, so I'm glad I met you."

I returned the kiss, but made sure not to let it get out of hand. The curves of her body under the clothing were fascinating, and I had to consciously work at not undressing her again.

We left the park hand in hand, and strolled along to the nearest bus stop. Two ladies were waiting there, and I figured that I was pushing for time a little, so I waved her goodbye and started running again.

It was a good five minutes later before I realised that she had not once asked me how I had ended up with a penis.

There was more to Dinah Alcott, I decided, than met the eye. Not that this would stop me from seeing her again. In fact, it made me want to see her _more._

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By the time I got home, Dad had already left for work, and Vicky had Amy bent over the end of the sofa with her hands tied behind her back. I called out hello to them as I ducked into the shower; it would have been tempting to join in, but that would have definitely made me late for school.

I lingered in the shower, running the soap over myself and recalling my encounter with Dinah. Despite the fact that it was illegal, if she had given me any encouragement at all to take her cherry then and there, I may well have done it. As it was, I had the promise of doing that for her in two months' time, and any number of meetings between us in the meantime. But again, even as my hand stroked over my hard cock, I puzzled over what it was about her that didn't sit right. The fact that she hadn't been surprised to see me? The fact that she hadn't shown the least curiosity about my penis? The fact that -

The shower door opened. "Hi," murmured Vicky. She was naked, of course, and sweaty. The best way I like my blondes. Her golden hair was disarranged, and her impressive breasts jutted out almost aggressively. The long slender cock between her thighs wasn't erect at the moment, though my asshole clenched slightly as I recalled her taking me with such sweet roughness on so many occasions.

"Hi," I greeted her, pulling her into the shower with me. This close, I could smell the sex on her. Our breasts squished together as she pressed against me, although there was enough room in the cubicle for us not to need to be so close. "Where's Amy?"

"Comatose on the sofa," she replied with a giggle. Reflexively, I kissed her; just as reflexively, she put her tongue in my mouth. I tasted Dad's cum. We moved against each other, her hands cupping my ass as I squeezed her breasts. "Me and your dad took turns fucking her till he had to go to work. I think it's gonna take her a week to close her legs again."

"And her butt cheeks," I murmured, leaning in to bite her neck gently. Gradually, I began to hum, sending vibrations to her ass and cock and nipples. She moaned softly against my chest. "I saw what you were doing to her."

Her cock was on the rise; so was mine. She panted helplessly against me. I wanted to fuck someone so badly, right then. "Vicky, you know how I've never taken your ass?"

"Uh huh?" She looked up at me, her pupils huge with desire.

"It's time."

She didn't protest when I led her from the still-running shower. Nor did she protest when I bent her over the wash-basin and liberally smeared her asshole with lube. She could've sucked my cock first, but I didn't want to take the edge off.

Glory Girl cried out when I first started to push my thick cock between her firm ass cheeks. I wondered if her grip on the wash-basin would break it when the head popped inside her; she arched her back and cried out even more loudly. She was so hot and so tight, the lube facilitating passage but doing nothing for the pressure that her asshole was putting on my cock.

When I rammed myself all the way up inside her, she groaned and pushed back at me. "Please," she whispered huskily. "Take me. Fuck me."

Taking a firm grip on her hips, I began to do just that. My breasts wobbled as I fucked her ass, my hard erection sliding in and out from between her delectable buttocks. I could see why Dad liked this so much; I resolved to have a repeat performance some time soon. As soon as possible, and as often as possible.

Closing my eyes, I imagined having Dinah bent over the same wash-basin, my cock inside her instead of Vicky. Immediately, my arousal peaked, and my cock got even harder, which I hadn't thought possible. My hips pumped, my rigid penis slid into her, and she gasped out loud.

"Fuck, Taylor! Oh, god, yes! Do it just like that!"

I didn't need any more encouragement. Images flashed through my mind; Dinah sucking me off, Dinah, seated on the hand basin, accepting my cock inside her. Dinah, bent over the same basin, encouraging me to fuck her in the ass. Despite my knowledge that she almost certainly wouldn't be able to take me (absent assistance from Amy) the fantasy held strong, such that I fucked Vicky to several screaming orgasms before emptying out inside her ass myself.

Panting, I slowly slid my reddened cock out of Vicky's tight butt. She whimpered slightly at the loss, but I led her to the shower, where we cooled each other off with gentle sex play.

"So, how was my ass?" she asked cheekily as we dried each other off.

"Well worth waiting for," I assured her. "Any time you want to go again, I'm good for it."

She grinned. "Well, you're definitely in my top five for fucks, and that's without the vibrations. Any time you want to bend me over anywhere at all, I'm game."

"Good." I leaned in and kissed her; she responded enthusiastically. "Shall we go scrape Amy off the sofa?"

Her giggle was pure sunshine and sexytimes. "Let's."

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While Vicky flew Amy to school – with a quickie or two along the way if I knew that pair – I caught the bus to Winslow. Yay. Groan.

I decided to wear a pair of shorts, just bulky enough to hide my cock, without being so over the top that anyone would really question why I was wearing them. I'd worn cargo pants that one time, after all.

They got a little attention, but not much. I caught the boys eyeing me off, checking out my tits and other assets in the way that boys do. Several offered me sex, which I would totally have taken them up on before the Undersiders and their little gang-bang. It wasn't that I was uninterested, but that … I wasn't interested _right then._ I did give one guy a blow-job, but that was only because he had a nice cock and he complimented my breasts.

Wiping my mouth off, and wondering if I should've offered my cock for him to suck in return, I saw Emma wandering through the halls. She looked fully healthy, which was only to be expected; Amy did good work. I knew _that_ from extremely personal experience.

But she was … _dressed._ In fact, she was wearing a skirt _and_ a top, which was more than I had on. Okay, the top was unbuttoned so that anyone could look at her perfect breasts, but that was only to be expected. However, she wasn't flaunting herself to anyone. In fact, she seemed to be avoiding the popular groups, or they were avoiding her. I wasn't sure.

She was just passing the boys' bathrooms when a group of three girls descended on her. Two grabbed her arms while the third stripped her of her skirt, opened the bathroom door, and threw the skirt in. When the girls let her go, she shrugged, turned, and entered the boys' bathroom.

I knew what was going to happen there. She was going to have to suck or fuck every boy in there, and every boy who came in after she got in there, before she got her skirt back. It had happened to me more than once. If you were in the mood for a gang-bang, then it was fine; you started taking cock. If you weren't, you went without, or just endured it anyway.

The thing was, the _old_ Emma, the one I'd known before, would never have had that happen to her. Nobody would've dared. Anyone even _thinking_ about it would have been opening themselves up for day after day of retribution. And yet, it had happened, right in front of me.

I sighed; there was nothing for it. I'd have to go to her rescue.

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When I entered the boys' toilets, my shorts hooked over one arm, they were already busy. Emma was on all fours, sucking one guy's cock, while another was balls-deep in her pussy from behind. Six more were waiting around for their turns, fondling their cocks and making comments about Emma. They had taken her top off and tied it around her head as a crude blindfold, possibly so that they could fuck her more than once and get away with it.

One of the boys waiting for his turn looked around at me. "What the fuck?"

I sashayed up to him, wiggling my tits in his face. "What the fuck is that I'm here to fuck. Or did you want to stand around holding your cock until they're through with her?"

He pointed at my groin. "But you've got a cock!"

I rolled my eyes. "Ever hear of Panacea? Anyway, my pussy's still there, just under it. And it's a lot tighter than it used to be. And I've still got my asshole, if anyone's into that."

The words 'pussy' and 'tighter' worked their magic, as usual. I let him bend me over the wash-basin bench, while he probed between my legs. His fingers found my pussy and slid into it; I grunted and spread my legs. I also felt my cock swell and grow harder.

Foreplay was something this guy had decided could wait; about twenty seconds later, he was behind me, pushing his cock deep inside my somewhat-tighter pussy canal. I'm not gonna lie; it felt good. It felt _really_ good. I was used to being fucked in the ass while I had a cock, but my pussy was still there, but couldn't take anyone like, say, Carlos. Or Armsmaster. Which didn't bother me, because both heroes were perfectly willing to fuck my ass all day long.

I rubbed my clit hard as he pounded my pussy; once I had my first orgasm, I started to cheat, adding a smidge of vibration to my tight vagina. I heard him grunt, then he started fucking me harder than ever. I felt my knees weaken as he pushed me through my second and third orgasms, my cock painting the floor with white, until he finally came inside me.

No sooner had he finished than another guy was lining up behind me. The hand soap in the bathrooms was formulated for use as lubricant, because that was what it got used for so often. But even as he was rubbing it into my asshole, a third guy came up and started squeezing my tits.

"Okay, bitch, down on all fours," he ordered me. "You're gonna suck my cock and take my load."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, and got down on all fours. But I started vibrating my hand as I touched him, then added the vibrations to his cock itself. Before it ever touched my lips, he blew everywhere, spurting all over the floor. And all over my face, too, but that wasn't exactly a new experience for me.

"Holy shit, Lance, that was fast," laughed the guy who'd already had my pussy. The one who wanted my ass wasn't talking at all; I concentrated on loosening my sphincter up so he could get his cock inside me. He was thicker than normal, not enough to cause me any discomfort, but enough to get my attention.

"Shut the fuck up," grunted Lance. "Bitches still owe me a blow job."

"Don't owe you anything," I told him. "Not my fault if you go off at the slightest touch."

I grunted then, as the guy behind me started to fuck my ass like a jackhammer – I'd have to get his name, after; he was _good_ at this – and opened my mouth to take in another guy's cock.

"But -" began Lance.

"Shut the fuck up, Lance," one of the other boys told him. "You came, you're done."

Once again, I cheated a bit with the guys on me. The one in my ass came first, then the one in my mouth. Two boys who had come in while this was happening took over; one got me to straddle him and slide my pussy on to his cock, while the other took my ass. The guy I was straddling complained a little when I came all over his belly and chest, but not too much; after all, he got to shoot his load off into one of the tightest pussies in the school. I sucked the last guy off, and we were done.

I splashed water on my pussy and ass, then cleaned off my face. Heading over to where Emma was still on all fours, head hanging down, I helped her up and pulled the blindfold off of her head. Her skirt was on the counter beside her; she stood there as I wrapped it around her waist.

"Come on, Emma," I told her almost kindly. "It's over. Let's go."

She followed me out of the bathrooms; I stopped to pull my shorts on, then led her off down the corridors. "Where are we going?" she asked.

"Somewhere private," I told her. At the back of my throat, I was humming a double tone. The first was to dull Emma's critical faculties, while the other was to find an empty classroom.

"Oh, okay," she said. I got the impression that I didn't need to dull her faculties all that much.

I found the classroom that I was looking for, but it was locked; changing the tone of my humming, I shifted pieces inside the lock until it clicked open. Opening the door, I towed Emma inside, and shut it behind us.

"Okay," I told her. "Spill."

"Spill what?" she asked. I stopped the humming, leaving her brain alone.

"Why are you so … placid now?" I asked. "So damn docile? The toilet prank? Yeah, normally I'd stand by and award points, but … fuck, Emma, even as a bitch you were better than this. What's wrong with you?"

She looked at me, her eyes full of pain. "How the fuck can you do this, Taylor?"

I wasn't sure what she was talking about. "Do what?"

"Just … go on, after someone betrays you so massively. Sophia left me in the _hospital._ The only reason that I'm not a hideous freak right now is that you brought Panacea to see me. I can't sleep, I don't know _what_ to think. The only people who want me around are people who want to fuck me. And I can't blame them. I'm a fucking awful person. I must be."

I blinked. What had happened to Emma was … not so different from what had happened to me. Minus the powers, of course. _And if she doesn't even have powers to fall back on …_

Still, she'd kind of brought it on herself. Even if I'd been the one to precipitate it. I remembered hearing Sophia land the first punch, and walking away. _That … led to this._

"So, now you know what it feels like, Emma," I said quietly, "what are you going to do about it?"

She blinked. "Huh?"

"What are you going to do to fix the shit you did to me?" I asked, enunciating my words carefully.

That elicited a further look of confusion from her. "I … I don't know. I wouldn't even know where to _start_. I mean … shit, if you felt one _tenth_ as bad as I do, I'm so fucking sorry. But … it's done. Isn't it? We can't change what's happened."

Two words stood out from the rest of what she had said. _I'm sorry._ But she was still talking. "And … and you went in there, just now, and took on some of the boys to get me out of there. So I didn't have to fuck them all. Why would you do that, Taylor? Why would you do _any_ of that?"

_Because if I didn't, you'd still be in there._ "Well, Emma, I'm fucked if I know. I'm trying to be a good person. A better person that the people who made me what I am. And yeah, that includes you. So, am I succeeding?"

She looked at the floor and mumbled something. I reached out and lifted her chin with one finger. "Sorry, didn't hear that."

"I said, _I don't know,"_ she blurted. Tears were running from her eyes. "You said that stuff to Sophia, and she put me in the hospital. But I _deserved_ it. I deserve _everything_ that fucking happens to me. Because I did all that shit to you."

I spread my hands. "So how are you …"

" _I don't know!"_ she screamed, making me jump. Immediately, I started humming, nullifying all vibration at the walls of the room. If Emma shouted again, nobody would hear it. Emma squeezed her shaking hands together. "We were going to … try to see if we wanted to be together," she went on. "But then Sophia showed me … so much more. How to cause pain. How to _enjoy_ pain. When she was there, I … couldn't think about anything but what she was going to do to me next. And I knew that you didn't like causing pain. Sophia said that meant you were _weak._ "

Silence fell in the room; utter, total silence. I stepped closer to her, until our noses were inches apart. "Do I look weak to you, Emma?" I whispered.

She shook her head, hesitantly at first, then more firmly. "No," she replied just as quietly.

I leaned in, until my nose was almost touching hers. "Where's Sophia now? Is she coming back? Is she ever going to want to touch you again?"

I was cheating again; my humming backed up my words, giving them a feeling of authority, of authenticity. Tears filled her eyes; again, she shook her head.

"Do you have any friends at all?" My voice was barely a breath.

The answer was self-evident; the minuscule shake of her head was all that I needed.

Her eyes were huge, her pupils dilated. I closed the gap another inch, turning my head so that my lips were almost touching hers. "What if I said that I would be your friend … ?"

There was no answer. I waited for a long moment, then turned away. Two strides to the door, a turn of the knob to open it -

"Wait."

I turned, looking back. She had her hand out to me. Reaching. Pleading.

Pushing the door shut again, I walked back to her. Stood there. "Well?"

"If … if you said that …" She hesitated. "I … I would say yes. Please. Yes. I want to be your friend."

I tilted my head. "There's some who might think that you're just saying that. How can you prove it? Make it a real thing? What can you do to fix what you've already done?"

She looked up at me. With a shrug, she let her top slide from her shoulders. A pull, and her skirt joined it on the floor. Naked, she stood before me. "Hit me. Slap me. Punch me. Whatever you want to do, I won't stop you."

I leaned forward and kissed her.

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At first, she was passive in the kiss, letting my lips press on to hers. But then she began to respond; her arms went around me, and she pressed her body to mine. Her tongue snaked between my lips, and I responded in kind. We kissed like I had wanted to kiss her, back when we were still just learning about sex.

I had kissed many people since then, boys and girls, men and women. She had kissed quite a few as well, I gathered. She was a good kisser, but not a great one; I resolved to give her some instruction in the matter. In the meantime, what she had would do. I was enjoying it, as well as the feeling of her firm breasts pressing against mine.

When we finally separated from the kiss, I was breathing rather heavily. So was Emma. She looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes. Leaning in, she kissed me again, this time drawing out my bottom lip with her teeth. I found it rather a turn-on.

I leaned back against a desk as she kissed her way down my body, paying particular attention to my breasts. Her hands and lips and teeth teased and played with them in a way that made me arch my back and bite my lip; by the time she finished with them and moved farther down, I was fully erect inside my shorts.

She left my crotch until last, which led to a rather startling surprise for her when she dragged my shorts down with her teeth, only to have a seriously erect penis literally spring out at her. If it had hit her in the eye, I would have burst out laughing, but instead it slapped her in the forehead. With a muffled yelp, she jerked backward, landing on her bare butt on the floor. My cock wobbled at her as I finished stepping out of my shorts.

"The fuck, Taylor?" she demanded. "Where did you get a cock from?"

I grinned at her. "Panacea is a close and personal friend of mine. She likes cock, so I've got a cock. I cum inside her regularly."

She blinked. "I thought she was with Glory Girl -"

"Who also has a cock, these days. Or haven't you heard of double penetration?"

"Oh. Wow." From the look in her eye, her worldview was shifting somewhat. But then her gaze came back to my penis. "So it's real?"

I read her meaning in her words. "Realer than the dildos we were gonna fuck each other with."

"Oh." Her breasts wobbling enticingly, she shuffled on her knees over to where my cock still jutted out arrogantly. "I have to say, Taylor, I never thought I'd be sucking your cock."

"I never thought you'd be sucking it either," I confessed. "But just so you know."

"What?" She was caressing and stroking it now, almost possessively.

"Two things. If you suck my cock, I _will_ be fucking you over this desk. And even if I fuck you, we still won't be even. But it _will_ be a start."

She looked up at me for a long moment, then she nodded. "That's fair."

Her mouth enveloped my erection. I closed my eyes, leaning back and groaning with the sensation. Emma could suck cock; really well, as it happened. In fact, she was a better cock-sucker than a kisser. _Somehow, I'm not surprised._

Opening my eyes again, I looked down at her bobbing breasts as she suckled on my throbbing hard-on. She was rubbing her own clit as she did so, which meant that this was turning her on. Her lips crept up my shaft, farther and farther, as she swallowed more and more cock.

_Wow,_ I thought. _What a day. Three blow-jobs, an ass-fuck and a gang-bang, and it's not even midday yet._

_And here I thought that I'd be cutting **back** on the sex._

And of course, I hadn't even _started_ with Emma.