Whoa, guys," Vista declared, holding both hands up. She hopped up to sit on one of the desks. "Before we get all ambitious; I'm _thirteen_ , for fuck's sake. I'm not all that big, and I sure as fuck don't intend to take you all on at once. So let's not go overboard."
She held up her Age Card. "Match me; let's see what you've got."
There was a brief flurry of cards in return; she shrugged and mated hers to the teacher's first. Red lights glowed.
"Sorry, Mr Gladly," she told him, "but you're a non-starter. I couldn't fit you for vaginal, definitely not anal - which I see is your preference - and I'm marginal for oral. Next."
"That can't be right," he blustered. "Try it again."
"Mr Gladly," she told him patiently, "the Age Card doesn't lie."
"But those things have a little margin built in. We could still manage -"
She resisted the temptation to roll her eyes. "For one thing, Mr Gladly, that 'margin' is there for _my_ safety. For another, once I got my Age Card, my parents knew full well I would be having sex with boys. So I promised to never ignore what it said. For a third thing, twenty-four percent compatibility is not 'just a little margin'; it is a clear sign that your penis does not belong anywhere near my vagina."
She knew his type well; every time she stripped off to work with the Wards, there would be someone in the crowd, eyeing her undeveloped body with more than the normal amount of interest. Nudity had become far more permissible than it had been thirty years ago, and people were having sex younger and younger, but that didn't mean creeps did not still exist. They were just harder to spot.
"Now," she told him tartly, "would you mind getting your dick out of my face? If you want to get your rocks off, I suggest you go and match cards with someone a little older than me."
_Creep_ , she did not say, and was quite proud of herself.
Looking not at all thrilled, Mr Gladly stepped back. Vista held her card up toward the next contender, the kid called Greg. He looked taken aback.
"Card?" she prompted him.
"Uh … I haven't got it," he confessed. "The girls here don't usually -"
She shook her head. "Uh uh, boy. No way. No match, no snatch. That's the way it goes."
"But -" he protested; she held up a hand to stop him.
Taking a deep breath, she raised her voice a little. "Let's get one thing clear. If I'm gonna fuck any of you guys, it'll be on my terms. Simple as that. Yes, I like having sex. Yes, I'm interested in having sex today. But that doesn't mean I'm willing to take on just any dick. So if I say no, I fucking well mean no. Does everyone understand this, or do I have to put my costume back on and walk out of this room?"
There was a murmured round of agreement. She put one hand behind her ear. "Sorry, I didn't hear that."
"Yes, Vista," came the mumbled reply from each of them.
"Good," she declared. "Now, who's next?"
One of the younger students stepped forward. "I'm Ken, and it's a real honour to meet you." He proffered his Age Card.
She mated it with hers, and his stats appeared. "Huh. Ninety-one percent compatibility. Stick around, Ken."
Several more of the boys washed out – two because she just didn't like them – until she was left with three contenders. She smiled at them. "Okay, boys. How's it gonna go; one at a time, or a triple-banger?"
Briefly, they conferred between themselves, then a coin was flipped, and flipped again. Ken came back to her. "One at a time. I won the toss to go first."
Sliding her butt forward to the edge of the desk, she lay back and spread her thighs. "Okay, Ken. Let's see how good you are at making me feel good."
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Dennis grunted as he stroked hard and fast into the petite brunette's tight wet pussy. She clung to him, crying out as he penetrated her deeply over and over again.
"Fuck my … fuck my ass," she moaned.
"Not … really … my … thing," he panted, hips pumping, his cock driving hard into her tight slippery depths.
"I need it," she groaned. "Need a hard cock in my ass."
He kissed her and upped the tempo. "Sorry, not a turn-on for me."
She pulled back and stared at him. "The fuck? Every guy likes anal!"
He slowed down so he could pay attention to what she was saying. "Not everyone," he corrected her. "Sure it's tight and all, but so's pussy. Just doesn't do anything for me."
"But I can't cum without anal," she whined.
He drew a deep sigh. "Sorry. Can't. I don't do anal."
She shook her head, almost dislodging the animal ears that she wore. "I don't fucking believe this. I get Clockblocker fucking me, and he won't do my ass!"
Dennis had had enough. He pulled out and climbed off of her. "You don't agree with the way I fuck, go someplace else. I'm sure you can find someone else to stick his cock where you shit."
The girl, incensed, swung a slap at him. He intercepted it with his hand.
"Don't do that," he told her mildly.
She tried again, with her other hand. This time, he exerted his power. The instant her hand touched his, she froze, staring sightlessly, hand in mid swing.
He smiled and turned to the other girls who had been enjoying one another while he had been fucking the girl who wanted anal. "So, is anyone up for plain old vanilla sex?"
He wasn't short on volunteers.
<><>
Kid Win had shed almost all his armour, and had licked all the makeshift body paint from his personal fan group. This had led, of course, to extremely vigorous sex in the womens' bathrooms. He was blessing his youth; it was only taking a few minutes for him to recover between encounters.
They were gathered around him as he took the latest girl from behind; she braced herself and pushed back at his invading penis. Their hands caressed his body and hers indiscriminately, their lips kissed his, licked the sweat from his body, and nibbled his fingers.
His eyes crossed as he felt the final climax on its way. "Oh god," he grunted. "Oh god, yeah, that's it."
With a muffled shout, he rammed his cock up to the hilt in her, and let go. She cried out as he spurted wad after wad of semen into her tight pussy; she seemed to be cumming again.
Finally, he was finished, slumped over the girl, panting hard. "Wow," he groaned. "Don't know if I can go there again. I'm kinda fucked out."
Those girls that he had not yet blessed with his penis looked downcast. "Aww," they chorused.
He mustered a tired grin. "Hey, all is not lost. There's more than one way to bring off a sexy pussy. Gather round and we'll see what I can do."
As one girl put it later, "When they called him Kid Win, they weren't kidding!"
<><>
The phone on Principal Blackwell's desk rang. She ignored it. Currently, she had her legs wrapped around Aegis' waist; she clung to him, seated on the edge of her desk, as he drove his long penis deep into her welcoming vaginal canal.
From her reaction to his lovemaking, Aegis decided that she hadn't had really good sex in some time. Which was fine with him; the better he brought her off, the better the report she would submit to the PRT regarding the visit to the school.
So he nipped the side of her neck, causing her to clench around him and straighten her back, and then he pushed her over to lay on her back. Lifting her legs up to his shoulders, he grasped her hips and proceeded to fuck her so hard that her eyes crossed.
_She's getting off on it, and she's actually pretty good at it. There could be worse duties._
Blackwell thought she had died and gone to heaven; a hunky young superhero had her spreadeagled on her desk, screwing her like there was no tomorrow. She wasn't really the type to get offers of sex from casual strangers, so this visit had been a godsend. And Aegis … oh god. _I think I'm going to be one huge bruise below the waist tomorrow. And it'll be so worth it.
I wonder when I can get the Wards to visit again?_
<><>
"Seriously?" asked Gallant. "Since September last year?"
I shook my head, holding close to him. "Year before last." I slid my hand up and down his erection; he drew his breath in sharply.
"Fuck," he murmured. His fingers caressed me, probed between my labia, rubbed at my clit; it was my turn to arch my back and bite my lip.
I kissed him, then slid down his body to where his penis stood proud. I began to suck and lick at it, tasting the precum, slurping at his manhood before engulfing it between my lips. He groaned and arched his back; I sucked harder.
"No," he grunted. "Stop. Don't want to waste it in your mouth."
Obediently, I pulled away. "It wouldn't be wasting it," I informed him with a grin.
"I want to save it all for you," he told me, pulling me up alongside him again. He kissed me, apparently not at all put off by the fact that I'd just had his cock in my mouth. Some guys were put off by that; Gallant, not at all.
And then I was lying flat on my back, my legs open, while he showed me what he could do with his mouth. It was all I could do to breathe; the pleasure blasting through my body wasn't letting me think coherently, let alone move with any coordination. I arched my back and came, again and again; I think I may have made a noise, but what it was I would never know. They may have heard it in Boston.
When my vision cleared, he was lying alongside me, kissing me gently. My heart rate slowed back down from infinity to somewhere near normal.
"Holy fuck," I mumbled. "What was _that?"_
"That was what I like to do with girls I really like," he murmured back. "Do you think you're up to some sex now?"
My vagina physically twanged, right then; if he could do that to me with his _mouth,_ what could he do with his cock?
"Oh yes," I whispered. "Oh, yes, please."
He grinned and kissed me again. "Politeness," he breathed, "will get you anywhere."
I'm not going to try to describe the sex I had with Gallant. There aren't enough adjectives. We can start with 'superlative' and go from there.
He began on top of me; I felt his penis pushing slowly, gently, steadily in toward the core of my being, and then he began making love to me in a way I had never experienced before. His entire focus was on making me feel good, and if I live to a hundred, and have sex ten times a day, I will never have sex like that again.
Somehow, I ended up straddling him, while he held my hips and steadily thrust up inside me; I'd ridden astride before, but that was nothing like this. He had a large penis, sure, but the way he used it, it could have been a Tom Thumb and still blown my mind into a thousand pieces.
I came in every single position we tried. Sometimes two or three times.
We did it lying, sitting and standing. Up against the wall, bent over a desk, doggy style on the floor. No matter how we did it, he did it _exactly right,_ filling my mind and body full of unimaginable pleasure.
We finished up on the floor once more, where we had started. I lay under him, gasping as he powered his amazing cock into me, digging my nails into his back as I felt yet another climax starting, and then he came. He kissed me hard, holding me tight, as he thrust his cock deep inside me, pumping his semen into my tender young womb.
Right then, right there, I would have reversed my fertility treatment. I _wanted_ to have Gallant's baby. I clung to him, sobbing, as he spurted his seed into my belly, and I came yet again, leaving me weak and shaking.
Not only did Gallant make love like a god on earth, but he also cuddled. Actually _cuddled_. We lay there on the floor, after the shakes had come and gone through my body, his arms holding me tenderly.
He didn't even question me when I began to cry. He just held me close and soothed me, kissed my tears away. The warm, loving security of his arms was where I wanted to be. But I had something to tell him.
"Thank you," I whispered. "Oh god, thank you. That was … beyond wonderful."
He kissed me gently, tenderly, but without passion. The time for passion was past.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied. "No. I don't know. What you just did … oh god. You just gave me something that I've needed for a long, long time."
He brushed hair back from my glasses. "You're not exaggerating," he told me.
I shook my head. "No. I … there's something I need to talk to you about. I'm a cape."
He went very still, just for a moment, and then he shook with silent laughter.
I frowned. "What's funny?"
Grinning, he kissed me. "I'm not laughing at you, dearest sweet Taylor. I'm laughing at myself. Here I was, thinking I had you figured out, and then you drop that bomb on me. Well done. Not many people manage to blindside me like that."
I snuggled against him. "Can we stay like this forever?"
He kissed me; I felt lost in his embrace. "I know I'd like to," he told me. "But you were talking about how you're a cape."
I nodded. "It happened a few months ago. Just before we came back from Christmas Break." I drew a shuddering breath. "I told you that Emma and her friends have been bullying me. Well, it eased off just before the break, and just after Christmas, Emma called me. She said that she was sorry, and that if I'd come meet her, she'd explain what it was all about."
"And you went to meet her." It wasn't a question.
"I went to meet her." I let my breath go out in a long sigh. "Could you please just hold me? Just for a moment?"
He held me, just for a moment, and I let myself pretend for that moment, that it would be like that for the rest of my life.
But of course, it would not.
"I went to meet her," I repeated. "Sophia and Madison were there too. It was an empty house. Emma told me that it had been an initiation, and all I had to do was pass the final test."
Gallant didn't say anything, but his arms tightened around me fractionally.
"I was stupid. I believed them. I _wanted_ to believe them. I let them tie me down, to an old bed." I stopped talking.
"What did they do next?" His voice was almost too quiet to be heard.
"They had sex with me," I told him frankly. "They had dildos and vibrators, clips and other things I'd never heard of. First they tied me down face down and spanked my ass with a horse crop. They didn't go too far, and I was actually kind of getting into it by the time they finished. Then they tied me face up, and spanked my belly and pussy and tits with it. Not too painful, and kinda kinky."
He kissed me again, gently and lovingly. The shakes I hadn't known I was starting to have died away again.
Drawing a deep breath, I kept going. "Then they used other things on me. Started getting me really excited. They took turns at fucking me with the strap-ons. Emma kissed me and called me cute names. Sophia was rough, and called me dirty names. Madison fucked me up the ass. Then they put a vibrator in my ass, after Madison had opened it up."
I began to shake again. He held me, kissed me. Surprised me by suckling on my nipple; the sensation made me gasp, brought me back to myself.
"What happened next?" he asked softly.
"They left me there," I told him. "Nipple clips in place, tied to the bed, with a vibrator up my ass. They walked away, laughing. I thought, okay, they'll be back in ten minutes. Or an hour."
"They didn't come back." He was good at guessing what had happened.
"They didn't come back," I confirmed. "I lay there for four fucking hours, right on the edge of climax, unable to come down, unable to cum and get it over with. _Four fucking hours_." I choked off a sob. "And then the vibrator's batteries ran out. I managed to work the ropes loose after that. Then I grabbed the vibrator and masturbated with it till my pussy bled, until I finally came."
By now I was crying again; he soothed me, holding me in his strong arms. I felt his hands caressing me, awakening arousal in me once more.
"Ever since then," I told him in a broken voice, "I've needed sex, daily. Before that, I could get by with having sex weekly, but afterward, if I don't have it two or three times a day, I start getting desperate. It's like I've needed that really big release, the one that was still bottled up inside me."
He kissed me. "Well, I hope I helped," he murmured.
I nuzzled his neck. "It certainly feels like it," I replied.
"You were telling me about being a cape," he prompted me.
I nodded. "Partway through that eternity, while the vibrator was still making my eyes cross, something happened. My brain broke. Because there's a time I don't remember, and then I could do … things."
He stroked my jaw; I kissed his hand. "Things?" he asked.
I took a deep breath. "I can cause … vibrations. At range. In air or solid materials. They have various effects. I used them to get loose by making the bedframe shake itself to pieces. I can break windows. And I think I can hurt people with them. So I haven't done anything really big with them." I kissed him under the jaw. "And there's one other thing I think I can do with them."
"Oh?" he asked.
I nodded, and rolled on to my back. "Make love to me one more time?" I asked him softly.
He climbed atop me, and kissed me gently. Spreading my thighs, I welcomed him into me.
This time around, just as he had penetrated fully, I started humming, deep in my throat. Above me, I saw his eyes go very wide.
_"Fuck,"_ he grated. "Oh holy _fuck."_
I eased off on the humming for a moment. "Like it?" I asked teasingly.
He kissed me urgently. " _Do that again,"_ he whispered, his voice rough.
I did it again. I had found that I could maintain the humming, no matter how I was otherwise distracted, which was a good thing. Because what Gallant did to me then was incredibly distracting. I bucked under him, making other noises, meaningless noises, but keeping up that humming.
Gallant fucked me hard and fast, plunging his rampant erection deep inside me, never pulling all the way out, as if we were melded at the waist. I clung to him as my climaxes blasted through me, turning my bones to water and my mind to mush. But I never stopped the humming.
We lay side by side after, his strong arms about me. I snuggled into the warmth of his body.
"You can … make your pussy vibrate," he marvelled. "How does it feel to you?"
I shrugged. "Like nothing. My power has no effect on me. Just on others." I grinned. "I could do the same with my ass, or my mouth. It's easy."
He went silent, imagining the ramifications of that. "I've _never_ felt anything like that. Never in my life. You could command a fortune as a courtesan."
I shook my head. "I don't want to. I don't really want to use it for sex at all. I just did that to thank you for what you did for me."
He grinned. "Well, you _were_ fairly vocal, so I guess you got a good deal out of it too."
I nipped at his earlobe. "That's the understatement of the year. Anyway, I want to be a hero. Would I be accepted into the Wards, with a power like that?"
He considered. "Is it sound based? Can you modify sounds?"
I grinned. "Try me. Say something. Something loud."
He drew a deep breath, and I began humming again, changing the pitch slightly. His mouth opened, and … nothing came out. Silence fell over the room; silence total and utter. I couldn't even hear my own humming.
I stopped, and sound came back; distant cars, other noises that were otherwise below the threshold of attention. He looked at me with some respect. "What sort of a range do you have?"
I shrugged. "Couple of blocks, I guess. Maybe more if I'm stressed. Why?"
He kissed me hard. "When I tell Piggot what you've got, she's gonna be beating your door down with an offer."
I blinked. "What? Why?"
"Have you ever heard of Shatterbird?" he asked.
I nodded. "She's a member of the Nine, right? Glass manipulator?"
"Yeah. Our best guess is that she uses sound to do it."
The penny dropped. "And you think I can cancel her out."
He nodded. "If they ever come to town, yeah."
I paused, trying to absorb that. "Wow."
"Note that you aren't required to do anything you don't want to," he told me hastily. "But … if you were willing to join ..."
I put a hand on the back of his head, and moved it around to face me. "If I joined, would I get to make love with you again, or does Vista have a prior claim on you?" I asked bluntly.
He blinked. "How do you know Vista has a crush on me?" he demanded.
I grinned tightly. "Most any normal woman would fall in love with you, after about ten minutes in your company."
He sighed. "I guess I _am_ too much of a nice guy." A grin. "I'm sure you two could work something out."
I smiled. "I guess that's good enough for me," I decided, and kissed him again.
<><>
Neither Gallant nor I were walking too steadily when we exited the classroom. We had made love one more time, and it had been a doozy. This time around, he had taken my ass, and I had given him the vibration treatment again. My ass was sore from the reaming he had given it, but I was fairly sure his cock wasn't much better off. He held my hand; I didn't object.
We met Clockblocker, walking jauntily down the corridor, and fell into step with him. Moments later, as we passed a bathroom door, it opened, and Kid Win emerged. I glanced curiously at the door; it had the symbol for 'female' on it.
"Kid Win, Clockblocker, I'd like you to meet Taylor," Gallant told them, after glancing around for eavesdroppers. "She's our new prospect for the Wards."
"Wow, damn," replied Kid Win. "Pleased to meet you, Taylor." He looked around. "Where's the others?"
I took a deep breath, unfocused my eyes, and started a gentle humming, deep in my throat. Gallant looked at me sharply. Kid Win looked around. "Anyone hear that?"
"Hear what?" asked Clockblocker.
"Not sure," Kid Win confessed. "My sensors picked it up. Some sort of subsonic vibration."
I stopped humming. "Vista, or someone her size, is having sex in a classroom on the third floor. There's three kids with her. And Aegis is banging Principal Blackwell in her office. On her desk."
"And you know this how?" asked Kid Win sceptically.
"Told you," Gallant told him laconically. "Prospect."
Kid Win stared at me; Clockblocker looked in my direction, so I presumed he was staring also. I cleared my throat. "I filled the school with subsonic vibrations and found the shapes that felt like people having sex. Then I cancelled out the ones that felt like people I already knew."
Gallant tilted his head. "You never told me you could do that."
I shrugged apologetically. "Still working out what I can do."
He grinned. "So I see."
I grinned back, leaned in, and kissed him. He kissed me back. Kid Win and Clockblocker watched with interest.
"Well," began Clockblocker. "I -"
"Not a word," Gallant told him warningly. "Not a single word."
Clockblocker held his hands up disarmingly. "You got it." He snickered. " _You_ get to break the news to Vista."
I looked worriedly at Gallant. "I don't want to hurt anyone ..."
He squeezed my hand reassuringly, and gave Clockblocker a dirty look. "We'll deal with that when we come to it."
At that moment, the bell rang. They all looked up. "What's that for?" asked Kid Win.
"Lunchtime," I told them. "Come on, the cafeteria's this way."
Obediently, they followed me.