4 comments/ 28602 views/ 5 favorites The seX-Men By: SatanicSeduction Note: The people and events described in this story are true. Due to governmental bigotry, their names have been changed to protect their identities. Their lives are potentially at risk. Cycocks scanned the arrivals area of the train station again. His companion, Wolvsexfiend, stamped his feet in impatience. "We've been here for hours! Let's head back to base." "You think this is a blast for me? It's torture!" shot back Cycocks. Wolvsexfiend snorted in disbelief. Cycocks and Wolvsexfiend were both mutants with supernatural abilities. One of Cycocks' powers was that he was able to look at someone, and while concentrating; discern what their deepest, darkest sexual fantasy was. The leader of their mutant pack, Dr. seXavier, had sent him and Wolvsexfiend down to this dusty train station. Dr. seXavier, a skilled psychic, had picked up sinister vibes from an entity or group of entities on a train bound for this station. Unfortunately for Wolvsexfiend, this meant he had to stand around while Cycocks looked intently at people walking by while covertly massaging the bulge in his crotch. Though Cycocks and Wolvsexfiend were stealthily dressed in unassuming grey suits, Cycocks' yellow modernistic wraparound glasses and Wolvsexfiend's elaborate black and yellow facemask made the pair stand out in the crowd of commuters. Cycocks' face was red with exertion and drops of sweat dotted his forehead as he concentrated fiercely, watching each person walk by. One woman in a low-cut dress that came down to just above her knees walked by, her black heels clicking on the granite tile. FLASH! Cycocks saw in his mind's eye the woman on stage in the middle of a football stadium, presumably during halftime. As his mind's eye grew closer to the stage, Cycocks saw that the woman was seated in the lap of a large black man in a football uniform. She was fully naked, and he was fully clothed, save for his erect cock poking through a hole in his football pants. She was absorbed intensely in her activity of riding his huge cock, letting it slide all the way to the hilt before it emerged from her engorged pussy. In, out, in, out, and the roar and cheers of the crowd filled the stadium… FLASH! Cycocks' hand had unconsciously made its way to his grey pants once again, and his hard-on pressed against the zipper, struggling to escape. Cycocks sighed. "Friend, you just don't get it. Sure, my power is fun, but right now I've got the worst case of blue-balls in the WORLD!" Wolvsexfiend had stopped listening. "Get a load of that innocent little hottie!" Cycocks turned and feasted his eyes. A redhead was walking towards them, struggling with her large piece of luggage. Her long straight hair was pulled back into a cute ponytail that made its way down and over her right shoulder, cascading over her right breast. A tight t-shirt with a fluffy dog on it restrained her breasts, and a strip of midriff revealed her flat toned stomach and belly button. Her tight faded jeans revealed her curvaceous legs. While Wolvsexfiend drooled as he watched the babe approaching, Cycocks scrunched up his forehead and concentrated… FLASH! The redhead's hands pressed against the man's chest as she rode him like a cowgirl. The man lying on the bed moaned as the redhead lapped at his neck. She straightened up and threw her head back, flipping her hair. She looked gorgeous. The man let out another moan, longer and deeper than the first. The redhead reached behind her and grabbed something off the foot of the bed. Cycocks couldn't see what it was until she wielded it high above her head with both hands. "Fuck me hard!" she screamed with a grin, and plunged the huge knife deep into the man's solar plexus. He let out a bloodcurdling scream as she continued to ride the man, moaning all the while, until she slid off, revealing a stiff, white, and certainly dead, cock. FLASH! Cycocks stuttered, "Sh-she's the one!" "Yeah…" Wolvsexfiend sighed. "No, you dolt! She's the predator!" Seven similarly dressed girls with varying hair colors emerged from the loading platform. Cycocks had similar visions with these girls as they all struggled with their luggage. "Oh! Ohh…" Wolvsexfiend said in revelation. "Alright." He leapt atop a kiosk giving out luggage buggies. "If you are not a sexual predator, please clear the area!" he shouted. "I repeat-" Cycocks yanked him off. "You fucking blew our cover! God damn it! You are so stupid sometimes!" People were scattering in all directions, abandoning their bags and sometimes their children in response to this huge masked man's bizarre request. Except for the eight country cuties. They struggled with their bags until they faced their adversaries, lined up. They each drew two huge knives from somewhere within their skimpy outfits and flourished them above their heads. "Come fuck us!" the sirens beckoned. "Slide into our waiting pussies…" "Don't be fooled! These girls are strong and skilled, and we are severely outnumbered!" cautioned Cycocks. He whispered his plan in Wolvsexfiend's ear. All the while the girls moaned and rubbed at the crotches of their and their friend's tight jeans. All the while beckoning to the male marvels, and all the while clutching their ridiculously long knives. Then, the superheroes sprung into action. Flinging off their useless suits, they revealed their majestic costumes. Cycocks, dressed in a tight blue jumpsuit that showed off his rippling abs and jacked biceps, also sported a half-cocked penis and pair of nuts that hung between his legs, through a hole in his outfit. Wolvsexfiend wore a yellow jumpsuit that struggled to keep from ripping as his broad shoulders shrugged and stretched. His limp penis hung six inches down, and as he cocked his head to one side, loudly cracking his neck, he growled, "Let's roll." Launching himself forwards, Cycocks touched the metal yellow band that covered his eyes. Stream after stream of white laser light rocketed at the girls, and as the laser light hit each girl, her clothes fell in tatters to the floor, and a crescendo was let loose as knife after concealed knife clattered to the granite tile below. A handy second power, Cycocks thought to himself. The girls stumbled around, stunned. "Remember! We have less than twenty seconds before they regain full consciousness!" he yelled over the din of the falling knives. "Right! And the only way to pacify these nymphos is with an earth-shattering orgasm!" yelled Wolvsexfiend, galloping towards the naked and nubile young hotties. "Shit! How are we two going to fuck eight girls in twenty seconds?" Cycocks yelled in despair, realizing his folly. Wolvsexfiend growled and grinned. "You just take care of your slut, okay? Leave it to me." Cycocks grabbed a girl, bent her over, and began to ravage her, pouring all of his pent up sexual energy into this criminally horny girl. He leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations of the walls of her vagina grasping at his cock. Meanwhile, Wolvsexfiend was hard at work. He swept up the remaining seven girls in his arms, running with them like a runningback desperate to grab a first down with a minute to go in the fourth quarter and down by 4 points. He threw the naked sluts down on a clerk's table, piling them in two stacks of three, with one in between the stacks. The seconds were ticking away. He stabbed the middle slut with his monster cock and began plugging away at her, sedated grunts of pleasure emanating from the girl's body. He raised his fists up above his head, palms facing him, and gnashed his teeth. From the knuckles of his hands spurted phalli, three cocks from each hand. They hung limply down on his fingers, but as the smells and sounds of copulation floated up from the heat of Wolvsexfiend fucking the slutty sexual predator, the cocks sprang to life, erect and dangerous. He lowered his hands and turned his fists sideways. He moved as if to punch the girls, but instead plunged his knuckle-cocks into the three stories of vagina, and began to fuck seven girls at a time. Cycocks had seen it many times and should have known that this was the solution. When he looked hard enough at Wolvsexfiend, he saw this or some variation of this. This was Wolvsexfiend's deep fantasy. And he was enjoying it. Letting out howls of animal pleasure, his entire body moved as if in some violent dance or martial art form. His legs straining under the weight of supporting this writhing beast, his hips thrusting his dick into one boiling pussy, and his biceps and triceps bulged as they vigorously orchestrated the fucking of three boiling pussies each. Wolvsexfiend fucked them so quickly and powerfully that steam began to rise from the sluts' engorged cunts, and once again the smells of sex wafted up. Wolvsexfiend took a deep sniff, gave an animal roar of approval, and resumed his activities. "Fiend! Look!" Cycocks, who had given his charge the O long ago and had blown his load deep within the quivering female, had heard a ticking. After he found that the source was the girls' bags of luggage, he stripped the bags naked with his laser sight and without surprise found eight ticking bombs, on old-fashioned fuses. Wolvsexfiend pulled out of seven vaginas, turned, and in one very fluid motion and with one very loud "UNNNGGH", ejaculated all over the bombs, his huge spray dousing not only the bombs but covering Cycocks head to toe and even spraying Cycocks' pacified whore thirty yards away. Cycocks, wiping jism from his face and spitting wildly, gave his friend the finger. "Well, that's that," he said. Suddenly, the rush of an airship overhead drew their attention. A blast, and a huge hole replaced the ceiling. Four figures slid into view on cables dropped from the ship, and as they touched the floor, the airship sped away. Stormones strode energetically towards the spent friends. Her long flowing white hair partially covered her large supple chocolate breasts, which were fully exposed due to the revealing cut of her sleek black outfit. Her pussy was outlined as well, ready for action. Her face matched her breasts in their light brown color, and in their flawless beauty. Not far behind her was the more responsible and less impulsive Jean Sluttay, (pronounced slut-TAY) whose yellow and blue costume also had hemmed holes revealing her tits and pussy. Her wavy brown hair complemented her deep blue eyes and pale, perfect complexion. Her double-D tits seemed to hang in the air, perfectly round, perhaps as a result of her sexual telekinetic powers. Flanked on her right was the tenacious and confident IceStud. His entire body was a silvery blue-white sheen that sparkled brightly, brightest as it radiated from his long silvery wang and gloriously masculine testicles. Trailing was the shy and withdrawn nineteen-year-old Vogue, whose orange and brown costume only revealed her nipples, hiding the rest of her delectable breasts. A strip of trimmed brown hair framed her vagina, the only unshaved vagina among the seX-Men. Her hair was jet black save for a streak of white hair framing her young face and mouth-watering pursed red lips. "We set off as soon as we got the distress signal," Stormones declared. "Well, you've missed all the action," said Cycocks with a smile. "Wolvsexfiend here just fucked seven sexual predators single handedly!" "Double-handedly," said the huge masked man, with a smile. His knuckle-cocks hung limply from his hands, and he retracted them. Jean Sluttay stepped forward. "You're wrong, we haven't missed all the action. I ran a scan of the area on the way over, and this place is CRAWLING with sexual predators. Looks like the infiltration was organized, too." "We've got lots of work to do, and I'm looking forward to it," said Stormones, raising a finger to her mouth, licking it, and circling her right nipple. "Sexual troopers!" yelled Vogue, pointing across the terminal. Striding towards them was an army of black-clad sexual warriors, men grasping their erect cocks, and women rubbing their flat stomachs and squishing their ample tits against their tanned bodies. The men's cum was chock-full of lethal poison and the women, by far more deadly but without the long range capabilities of the men, contained within every bodily fluid in their body a deadly poison. And fangs. IceStud leapt in front. His mutant power enabled him to cum in huge waves, causing its victims to become frozen until they achieve orgasm. And if the victim isn't rescued, it could be weeks before a wet dream finally defrosts the unlucky sucker. He grabbed hold of his silver soldier and began wanking himself off. He was barely erect and the distance between the seX-Men and the deadly sexual soldiers was closing fast. "Do something!" Vogue urged in fright. Stormones leapt to the helm. She dropped to her knees in front of IceStud. She slapped his jerking hand, forcing it away, and lowered her head to his cock. As she began to suck the head of his penis, the skies darkened. Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the distance, and clouds billowed down from the destroyed ceiling. Stormones sucked the stud's cock deeper and deeper into her throat. The clouds descended on the icy figure and out of the clouds emerged bolts of lightening – in the form of tongues. Tongues began to lash out at IceStud's cock, at the unsucked base, at the sensitive underside and vein, at his metallic ball sack. Stormones pulled the member out of her mouth and began to suck the man's balls into her own mouth as the tongues truly took over the bulk of the blowjob. Tongues, dozens of them, stabbed at the cock, some merely striking and leaving a dab of saliva, some lingering to lick and lap, and still others doing astonishing tongue tricks reminiscent of the barroom trick of tying a cherry stem in knots. IceStud's eyes had rolled back in his head as his head hung backwards, cheeks flushed from the overwhelming bliss. He toyed with Stormones' white hair as she sucked both balls into her mouth and rolled them around with her tongue. Soon, IceStud began to shudder and his testicles tightened. Stormones quickly withdrew and the stormy clouds of pleasure retreated into the sky. IceStud grabbed hold of his fully-armed meat-cannon and carefully aimed. His body took a rippling shock as a high-powered stream of cum flew from the tip of his penis. The frontrunners of the group, a couple of well-hung burly men and a particularly stunning vixen, were hit straight on by the huge glob. They were blown backwards, toppling into four more troopers, and the seven of them tumbled along until they lost momentum and lay on the floor, frozen in jism. IceStud's five remaining cum-bullets found their marks and disarmed the rest of the troopers. The whole process had taken less than a minute. The seX-Men breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God!" breathed Vogue. "Nice work, you two," commended Cycocks. "Another incredible blowjob from the princess of phallus," laughed IceStud, as he tweaked Stormones' clit. The rest of the seX-Men joined in the laughter. But one by one, their laughs petered out, until with a giggle and a clearing of the throat, silenced settled on the group. Coming at them from all directions out of the shadows of the station emerged scores of sexual troopers, all identically armed as the last wave. The seX-Men fell into a circular formation, with their asses facing in, backing up against one another from the numerous enemies. Their circle tightened to nothing and they bumped into each other. Wolvsexfiend let out a growl. "Let's show ‘em that they've stumbled into completely the wrong kind of gangbang." The group sprinted out of formation, scattering, confusing the troopers. Cycocks stunned as many of them as he could with his laser, bits of black cloth raining down like confetti as he stripped naked each of his victims. Wolvsexfiend darted around the station, dicks at the ready. His knuckle-cocks were in various stages of erect, ranging from half-cocked to raging hard. He, however, was purely raging mad. He lashed out at unlucky enemies, cock-slapping girls and guys alike without mercy. Stormones grabbed hold of IceStud and dragged him to a less dangerous part of the station. She dropped to her knees again and licked her lips. "I love it down here," she sighed. "Again? I've barely had 2 minutes!" protested IceStud. "I'll never be able to-" "You'll be ready when I'm done with you," Stormones assured him, and the skies darkened. Vogue and Jean Sluttay dashed along the granite floor, with their tits a-bouncing. They skittered to a halt and found themselves surrounded on all sides by male troopers, all grinning and gently stroking their erections. Vogue was ready to put her skills to the test, and advanced towards the men. Vogue's mutant ability was that when a man cummed inside her pussy, the man's life force was drained as well, causing death. Vogue didn't know about her mutant power until a rapist tried to have his way with her and found out the hard way that he had picked on the wrong hottie. Just one more reason to use a condom. Jean yanked her back by her hair, and Vogue squealed. "If these men cummed inside you, they'd give their lives, but you would too! Their love-juice is venomous!" Jean stepped forwards instead. The men grinned and continued their approach. Jean raised both hands and then slowly lowered them. The men's penises obeyed the command and slowly deflated until the men surrounding the girls held flaccid embarrassments. They eyed each other and stood around, clutching themselves impotently. Their embarrassment turned to anger as their attention was drawn again to the girls. This was their fault! They charged. Jean flipped her hands in a complicated pattern, and the men all fell flat on their backs. She continued her rhythmic motions and the men's one-eyed snakes slithered and danced, following Jean's snake charming. The men stumbled to their feet, unsure and confused. Jean continued controlling their penises, moving them this way and that, until she raised her hands above her hands and suddenly clenched them into fists. The men screamed, blood trickled down their legs, and they fell flat on their faces. Vogue and Jean stepped carefully over their sprawled bodies and joined the others. They reached the group in the middle of a discussion. "How could all of these sexual predators have organized so neatly here?" asked Stormones. "I agree, I have a feeling there's some dark forces at work here," predicted Cycocks ominously. A crash confirmed their worst fears. A crack appeared in the center of the station, and a huge metal cylinder began to emerge, rumbling out of the floor. The top of the cylinder spun open and rising from within was a man, who stood triumphantly. His blond hair was visible first, followed by an immaculately sculpted face with piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a smirking grin. Then his broad shoulders and crossed arms emerged, complete with bulging muscles. His rippled stomach was trailed by his trunk-like thighs. The faintest hint of a bulge in his tight black pants needed no introduction. "Not BabeMagneto!" screamed Wolvsexfiend, Cycocks, and IceStud, horrified. "BabeMagneto…" moaned Stormones, Jean Sluttay, and Vogue. They tentatively stepped towards the metal platform, then broke into a run. "Stop!" yelled Cycocks, as he reached for the closest one but only managing to pinch Vogue's ass as she sprinted towards the attractive man. They leapt onto the platform. BabeMagneto clapped, and a purple translucent force field sprang up around the cylinder. The girls attacked BabeMagneto with unparalleled ferocity. Stormones threw her arms around his neck, ripped off his shirt, and began sucking his neck furiously, leaving huge hickeys. Her hands massaged his chest and arms urgently. Vogue had thrown herself at his feet. She was running her hands up his muscled calves, hamstring and quadriceps, and, squatting, she began grinding her pussy against his shin. Jean Sluttay had gone around the back, rubbing herself against his ass, her hands reaching under and cupping his balls, rubbing them, and then polished his growing manhood through his pants. The irresistible BabeMagneto stood with his arms on his hips and his head tilted towards the sky, a self-satisfied smile glowing on his face. He lowered his arms, shoved Stormones backwards, kicked Vogue off of his leg, and reached down and tore his pants clean off, and tossing them aside, he then resumed his previous smug position. The seX-Men Ch. 02 The seX-Men 2 – Penis and Vagina United This story is the sequel to The seX-Men but can be read independently. Please feel VERY free to vote and write a comment. Your comments are what keep me going. All was quiet below a certain window of a dorm room of St. Catherine's Girl's College for Proper Virgins of Christ save for the faintest rustling of a squirrel and the chirp of a cricket. But with a whoosh, the silence was broken and then repaired. The squirrel, startled, dashed off. He had been startled by the suddenly present figure that crouched there, below the window. The figure was sleek, with blue skin. His skin was cut with the deep grooves of ritual tattoo, curving this way and that, forming crude pictures of graphic sexual acts, ranging from the prudish to the perverse. His firm buttocks formed the base for a long prehensile tail ending rather phallically. His true manhood was also prehensile, and slithered impatiently. The blue figure raised his head to look through the window and looked into the room. Rows of bunk beds could be seen from outside, each occupied by a girl aged 18 or 19. Each had, on account of coming from strict religious families, never had sex or engaged in any sort of sexual experience besides a friendly peck on the lips from a boy. The figure's tail tugged on the window, but it was locked. A sinister smile crossed the blue tattooed face of the figure, and his green eyes flashed with excitement. WHOOSH! The figure stood in the center of the room. All around the room girls were in varying states of awakening, some rubbing their eyes, others sitting up to see what the disturbance was, still others already standing by their beds, peering into the darkness. It was when the girl closest to the door flicked on the light that the first scream was let out. The completely naked, blue figure lunged forwards at the first girl but burst into blue smoke as he teleported away, leaving her terrified with her hands up needlessly to protect her face. He reappeared on top of the bunk bed closest to the window, straddling the frightened girl who lay there. Long fingernails ripped her underwear off and he plunged his searching organ into the unprepared girl. A gasp caught in her throat and was cut off by the blue smoke that covered her as the figure teleported away. He reappeared flipping backwards between beds, his long cock catching one girl standing between beds. His cock got a hold of her ankle, yanked her skywards, and while she fell through the air upside-down, ripped through her panties and took her virginity. Meanwhile, his tail gagged a girl sitting up on a bottom bunk by slipping into her mouth. As the figure almost hit the ground, he burst into smoke and reappeared across the room. His tail flicked out and caught a girl running for the door and pulled her close to him. He plowed his slithering cock deep into the girl, bringing tears to her eyes. His long tongue lapped up her tears and he shoved her away. As he jumped, he teleported himself, so that his cock became buried up to the hilt in a 19-year-old virgin trying to crawl away. He fucked her doggy-style for a few seconds as his tail stole the v-card of her best friend in the bed next to hers. Then, in a burst of blue smoke, he teleported back to the door, disappointing the girls attempting to escape and fucking their innocent pussies with his two dicks before he looked for his next victims across the room... "Now you be car'ful dawn thurr," drawled Vogue in her Midwestern accent. "Y'all know how dangerous mah juice is." Vogue's mutant ability was that when a man came inside her pussy, the man's life force was drained as well, causing death. Vogue didn't know about her mutant power until a rapist tried to have his way with her and found out the hard way that he had picked on the wrong "hottie". Just one more reason to use a condom. She laid on her back with her legs draped over her boyfriend's, IceStud, shoulders. "You just concentrate on keeping quiet and not letting any other students hear your screams," replied IceStud. His mutant powers included the ability to freeze and defrost water vapor around him on a small scale. He could also cum in huge waves, causing anyone in his wake to become frozen until they achieve orgasm. And if the victim isn't rescued, it could be weeks before a wet dream finally defrosts the unlucky sucker. He knelt beside Vogue's bed between her luscious thighs. He gave a little huff of breath and Vogue's little bud frosted with ice. "Ah, honey, that's cold," protested Vogue. "Patience, baby," advised her boyfriend. Without touching it, he held his hands fractions of an inch above her hazardous snatch. The frost on her clitoris began to melt and run down her lips. The ice water slid slowly down her slit, pooling slightly at the entrance to her love canal. A few drops of water made it to her pert asshole. "Oh, that is nice," cooed Vogue. IceStud repeated the process, creating an icicle on her cute little nub and heating it until it melted, sliding slowly down her slit. Faster and faster, he played with her without touching her, now causing a drop of ice water to fall from a height to strike her clit, now freezing her entire labia and quickly defrosting it. As the last drops of ice water slid down, Vogue shuddered and let out a piercing scream. "Oooooh eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyeah yeah yeah yeah YEAAAAAAAAH!" shrieked Vogue as she came forcefully. IceStud dodged out of the way as Vogue's pussy let out a squirt of venom. "So much for keeping it a secret," IceStud said with a self-conscious smile. Vogue's scream disturbed Jean Sluttay and Cycocks' lovemaking in another room of Dr. SeXavier's College for Gifted Students, affectionately called the Mansion. Jean psychically lowered her husband to the bed and then did the same to herself. They had just been having anal sex upside down in midair by means of Jean's telekinetic ability. "You always know exactly what I want," sighed Jean. "Well, it's kinda easy for me," Cycocks, answered, shrugging off the compliment. "I can see your deepest fantasies." One of Cycocks' powers was that he was able to divine the fantasies of someone by concentrating while looking at them. He also had the handy ability of firing beams out of his eyes that ripped their victims' clothes to shreds and stunning them for a time. Cycocks began to roll over to go to sleep, drained from the afternoon's activities. "Oh no, you don't," said his wife as she telekinetically forced him back over. "I don't think I'll be able to get it up for a fourth round, baby," protested Cycocks. Jean flicked her wrist over her head and Cycocks' penis inflated to full mast like a balloon. "New fantasy. Let's play," she said, grinning. Cycocks smiled and readied himself to fuck Jean doggy-style while she dialed up old friends in her grandmother's wedding dress. They were interrupted again by Dr. seXavier's call to action. The leader of the mutant pack needed Jean and Stormones to run a very important errand. Stormones was a powerful weather-controlling mutant with sexy chocolate skin and snow-white locks of hair. Jean met up with Stormones in the airship they would fly to their destination. They had both suited up into costume, Stormones' long flowing white hair partially covered her large supple chocolate breasts, which were fully exposed due to the revealing cut of her sleek black outfit. Her pussy was outlined as well. Her face matched her breasts in their light brown color, and in their flawless beauty. The more responsible and less impulsive Jean Sluttay wore a yellow and blue costume, which also had hemmed holes revealing her tits and pussy. Her wavy brown hair complemented her deep blue eyes and pale, perfect complexion. Her double-D tits seemed to hang in the air, perfectly round, perhaps as a result of her sexual telekinetic powers. Stormones playfully ran her fingers along Jean's cunt and brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them. "Oooh, Cycocks, I know that taste so well," Stormones said slyly. "Stop playing around," Jean said, slapping Stormones' hand. "We've got work to do. The professor says that this mutant he's tracked down was the one that broke into St. Catherine's last week and raped those girls. He's going to be tough to take down." Stormones yawned and tweaked her own nipple. "I'm horny and bored," she said. "You don't even listen to me when I talk to you, do you?" asked Jean dismissively. "Let's just go." "Sexy bitch," Stormones muttered under her breath. "Slut," Jean grumbled. A cold wind blew through the old barn as Stormones and Jean stepped over the threshold. Dr. seXavier had tracked the mutant to this spot. Jean could hear the sound of the mutant's teleporting up among the rafters. She tried to use her power to force him to stop moving but wasn't close enough. "Come down, we don't want to hurt you," she called out. "Gehen Sie hinaus!" His voice echoed around the rafters. "Get out!" "I'll get him down," said Stormones. She raised her hands and her eyes rolled into her head. Storm clouds darkened what light was in the empty barn. Licking tongues and mouths rolled down from the clouds, stabbing at the blue teleporting figure. The mutant teleported faster, trying to avoid the pleasuring mouths, but wherever he appeared, there they were, lapping at his balls, tightly sucking on his cock. He began to get hornier and hornier until he had to turn his attention to the girls. He teleported quickly around the girls, pausing closer and closer. Jean continued to try to use her power to force him to stop moving but wasn't powerful enough until— With a squelch, the mutant appeared right in front of Jean, his strong chest pressed against her breasts, the head of his penis penetrating Jean's vagina. Jean had by the strength of his will forced his teleporting to stop, but could not break her position lest she lose him. "A little help," Jean groaned. "I'm liking where I have you," Stormones said mischievously. She went behind the mutant and grabbed his ass, pushing his cock deeper into the slick recesses of Jean's cunt. "Uhhh!" Jean whimpered. Stormones wrenched the mutant backwards onto the ground, holding him there. "Sorry, I was just playing around. You know I've got your back," Stormones said to Jean. But Jean didn't hear her. She was running her hands over the bizarre tattoos on the mutant's body. She caressed his chest, ran her hand up over his right shoulder and held the back of his neck. She felt a scarred round hole there. "Who are you?" Jean asked him. "Zere are zoze who call me... ze Nightgroper," he said. "...And so this guy, whoever he is, controlled the Nightgroper by inserting his penis into the back of his neck. This guy's cum must have mind control capabilities. We also found a vial attached to the base of the Nightgroper's penis." Jean finished her report to Professor seXavier. She stood before him in his office, the walls of which were stained a deep mahogany and overlooked the grassy expanse of the land adjacent to the Mansion. "Well done, Jean!" exclaimed the professor, turning his futuristic wheelchair to face her. As he spoke, he sent mental suggestions to her mind that caused her to sink to her knees and perform fellatio on him as he spoke. "I think that when you run tests on the vial, you'll find that it used to contain the same mind control fluids that this "guy" has in his ejaculate, just more concentrated. I've heard of a mutant with this sort of capabilities, and I believe our "guy" is one and the same. He is called The Fantasy and he is a very powerful mutant and a very disturbed individual, a frightening combination. Jean, I know you have your mouth full, so there's no need to respond. It is extremely good news that you and Stormones were able to pick up the Nightgroper. But to be honest, Jean, I believe it may already be too late," the professor concluded. He grunted and flooded Jean's mouth with hot jism. It was too late. The attack had been executed at St. Catherine's the night before classes got out for summer. Girls who had been deflowered and injected with The Fantasy's mind control spunk returned to their homes all across the country. At The Fantasy's mental prompting, they began their voracious carnal improprieties. In San Francisco, a girl crawled under her family's dining room table during a dinner party and began to give head to two of her male family friends. Their twin looks of surprise caused her to be found out by her parents, who ordered her out of their house. She seduced the mailman who was coming up the walkway to her house, fucked the neighbor's dog, and flagged down a busload of college students on their way to the National Chess Tournament. Her parents could see her sitting on one nerd's cock as she sucked another's cock and jacked off two more with her hands. In Atlanta, a girl jumped onto the stage at a Shakespeare play she was attending with her family. She flashed the crowd her tits, then sat down on Lord Chamberlain Polonius' lap, pulled down her shorts, and began to finger herself in front of the crowd, moaning loudly. Her father ran up and wrenched her off the stage, and he and her mother drove her home, where they attempted to give her a shit-talk like none other. They tried to scold her but could not concentrate, as their daughter would not stop fingering herself and sensually licking her fingers, slick with her own juice. In New Jersey, a girl snuck into her parents' bedroom and, as luck would have it, her parents were having sex. She slipped under the covers and ran her hands over both their bodies. They didn't notice that another person was in their bed with them before the girl's father had fucked his own daughter and came in her pussy. In Chicago, a girl arranged a sleepover with ten of her friends but didn't tell them about the male prostitutes she had called over and hid in various places around her basement. The girl steered the conversation towards sexual talk and when the girls began to get more riled up, she cued the prostitutes to emerge. All the girls were in such a daze that they participated in this orgy, but couldn't get the many cum stains out of their clothes and hair before they returned shamefaced to their own families. And these were only the least outlandish of cases... Dr. seXavier rallied his most powerful mutants to his office. Jean Sluttay held her husband Cycocks's hand tightly. Cycocks wore his trademark yellow modernistic wraparound glasses. Stormones stood behind the huge bulk of Wolvsexfiend, who stood six and a half feet tall and whose limp cock hung six inches down between his legs. IceStud and Vogue also held hands, standing in another corner of the room. The newer members of the fighting squad came in last. The Nightgroper, no longer under The Fantasy's spell, walked in shyly, his cock-tail dragging along the floor behind him. Cunnilossus walked in after him. He was even larger and broader than Wolvsexfiend. He didn't even try to fit a spandex suit over his vast pectorals or his tree trunk thighs. He took a stance beside Stormones. Cunnilossus had to stand with his feet well apart to make room for his monstrous tool. At four inches in diameter, it was by far the largest penis of the seX-Men. But out of propriety, it was sheathed with a long black sock that failed to hide his billiard balls. Last to walk in was the brooding and impudent Creampyro. Short bright red hair topped a face with glaring, accusing eyes. A yellow and red spandex suit hugged his well-toned but skinny body. The carpets matched the drapes as proven by the shock of red between his legs that was his pubic hair. A well-sized cock matched his well-sized ego. "As you all know, this country is in very great danger," began the professor, choosing Vogue to give him a hummer this time. "The Fantasy must be put to a stop as soon as possible. His movements have been difficult to track, though, so I'm going to split you up into two groups. Whichever one finds him first will radio the other group for backup. Nightgroper, you're going to ride along with Cycocks, Stormones, and Creampyro here. Vogue, you may stop now. Really, you may stop. That's lovely deep throating, though. Jean, lead Vogue, Wolvsexfiend, Cunnilossus, and IceStud to the alternate airship. Good luck, kids." Stormones landed the first airship in a grassy field in a valley surrounded by tall mountains in the Northern Rockies, a valley called the Valley of the Bearded Clam. She released the ramp so they could exit and turned to rise from her chair but was greeted by a fiery mass of pubic hair. She raised her eyes to meet those of Creampyro. "I think I'm really going to enjoy working with you," said Creampyro, grinning. He grabbed hold of Stormones' head and pulled it to his crotch. She struggled to pull her head away and finally jerked out of his hold and rose to her feet. "Listen, Creampie," she sneered, "I don't like you. I'll fuck you if I have to do it for the team and for the professor, but I sure as hell aren't gonna suck your cock for fun. Got it?" She muscled her way past Creampyro and left him standing in a daze. He shrugged and followed her out. "Get a load of this!" yelled Cycocks. Stormones instinctively shielded her face from whatever cumload she supposed was being shot her way. Cycocks laughed at her reaction. "Like a true seX-Woman," he said. "I meant that I've found a passage into this mountain! It must be manmade." The four seX-Men made their way through the narrow cave passage into the heart of the mountain. They soon found themselves in a huge cavernous anteroom. Grating formed the floor of the cavern and the walls were lined with complex control panels. Across the room was a heavy set of metal doors. "Manmade, indeed," commented Stormones. "Ja, it looks just like my summer home in Germany," said the Nightgroper. "I can—" He was cut short by the sound of the metal ceiling pulling slowly apart. The four seX-Men didn't know what was to come and so didn't know in what way to protect themselves. They frantically clustered together in the center of the room, gazing apprehensively upwards. Suddenly, thick ropes of white cum fell from above, covering them and holding them in place. "Shit," spat Creampyro. IceStud walked back over to Jean, his silvery body reflecting in the sunlight. "I've checked the entire area in and around the village the professor told us about, but there's no sign of anything of the sort we're looking for," reported IceStud. "Very good," commended Jean, tweaking his nipple encouragingly. "Okay guys!" she shouted. "Back to the ship!" Wolvsexfiend lumbered over to her. "Jean, I think you better listen to this," he said, handing her his communication unit. She took it and raised it to her ear. "Jea—" Stormones' voice weakly crackled over the comm unit. "or Wolv or whoever! This is the place. He's— " Two seconds of noise followed. "and we're compl—" Crackle crackle. "Please come quickly! I—" END TRANSMISSION. Jean sighed. We'd better hurry, she thought. "I am The Fantasy," the fat man introduced himself as he walked up and down in front of the kneeling mutants. "You will remember my name as the name of your master, from now until the day you die. Please wait here. I won't be long. I'll be wide, though." He grinned and strode away. The four seX-Men were shackled into position, arms by their sides, kneeling, heads held in place by chains. The Nightgroper groaned. Cycocks shook his head in amazement. "So many fantasies!" he remarked. "What do you mean? What kind?" asked Creampyro. Cycocks relived what it was like to look at The Fantasy while concentrating. FLASH! Cycocks saw The Fantasy masturbating as he watched a girl give head to a couple young guys sitting down to dinner as she knelt under the table. FLASH! The Fantasy could be seen underwater, getting head from a mermaid as his anus was licked by a school of guppies. FLASH! Cycocks saw The Fantasy sitting cross-legged on the top of a mountain, cock erect and plunging into a girl's ass as she bounced up and down. She was also simultaneously sucking the cocks of two monks, who had hiked up their brown robes to help her out. FLASH! Cycocks saw... what? He saw himself watching his wife get fucked by two men he could not make out. She cried out in pain and got visibly weaker and weaker as the two men ravaged her mercilessly... FLASH! The seX-Men Ch. 02 "Oh my god, what does that mean?" he asked out loud. "I mean, what the fuck? Stormones?" But Stormones was preoccupied. She used an updraft to blow her comm unit up to her ear. She wrenched her chin at the comm unit, lighting up its transmission panel. "Okay, here goes," she said. "Jean! Or Wolv or whoever! This is the place. He's captured us and we're completely out of commission. Please come quickly! I—" She was cut short as The Fantasy sunk his cock into the back of her neck. Her eyes widened and she gasped. The Fantasy pulled his cock out and her head fell forwards, unconscious. Cum seeped out of the hole that had been bored into her neck. The comm unit clattered to the ground of the cavern. "Ahhh. Yes. Who's next?" he asked brightly. Jean landed in the Valley of the Bearded Clam and she and her comrades got out, stepping into the tall grass. She assigned Wolvsexfiend to explore the valley and look for the entrance to the underground chamber. She then turned to the quiet giant Cunnilossus. "We're going to need you to suit us up in armor. Are you ready to put your skills to the test?" she asked him. One of Cunnilossus' powers was that his cum hardened quickly, and when hard, was bulletproof. "Sure, Jean. But I'll need some help, you know," he stammered. "No problem. Oooh, too bad we don't have Stormones here. She's the best cocksucker I know. Well, no problem, I'll be okay too," she said. "Well, you see, there's the issue, see," Cunnilossus said nervously. "I can't orgasm from a blowjob, not even from Stormones. Ironic, I know, considering my skill at cunnilingus. But yeah, anyway, I've only ever came from sex." Vogue looked up, hopeful. Jean shook her head. "Vogue, you know the risks. I've gotta do what a gal's gotta do. My cookie's all yours, soldier." Cunnilossus' eyes brightened. He unsheathed his member, flung the sock away, and placed his huge hands on Jean's sleek body, right above her hips. He lifted her easily, flipped her in his hands so that she was horizontal with her belly towards the ground and her legs on either side of his body. With his hands on her hips, he pulled her to him and he lined his cock up at the entrance of her cunt. "You ready, uh, ma'am?" he asked. "Go ahead," answered Jean, in midair in the hands of the giant. Cunnilossus moved her slowly towards himself, the head of his cock just nestled in the folds of her vagina. He continued and began to feel the resistance of her tight pussy. Pushing harder, he penetrated and brought her closer so that half of his cock was inside her. "Uhhh, Cunni, uhhh," she groaned in pain and pleasure. "How's that?" he asked, moving her off of him and allowing his cock to emerge from her. "Uhhhhhhhh. That's amazing. Oh!" she gasped as he plunged her backwards, fully enveloping his cock. He kept himself buried all the way inside her as Jean writhed in pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered and she gave little shrieks. Cunnilossus lost control, dropped the subservient attitude, and began pistoning himself in and out of her as fast as he could. His huge biceps rippled as he extended his arms and then pulled them in again, choosing the speed at which Jean's pussy swallowed his cock. Jean's hair obscured her face as she flew through the air. "Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh GOD!" she screamed as she came around the giant's cock. The walls of her pussy contracted and she gushed onto Cunnilossus' stomach. He could feel his cock become stiffer than before and knew he was about to cum. He slowed his pace and then eased Jean off of him and onto her feet. Wolvsexfiend sauntered over. "Line up, guys. Remember to wipe your eyes quickly, this stuff hardens quick," said Cunnilossus, ever the gentleman. "Unnnnngh!" Vogue, Jean, IceStud, and the disgusted Wolvsexfiend stood in a row with their eyes clenched shut. Vogue couldn't stop herself from having her mouth wide open, hoping to catch some of the stuff she loved so much. Cunnilossus spewed his semen all over them, covering them from head to toe. Wolvsexfiend spat white goo and the three of them cleaned their eyes. The sun dried the cum on their bodies and voila! The three of them had perfect body armor. Vogue licked her lips. "I love cum!" she exclaimed. The Fantasy pulled out of the back of Creampyro's neck and his head slumped forwards. Vogue had an eye-level view of The Fantasy's disgusting appendage. Wider than it was long, it looked short and stumpy poking through a hole in the fat man's pants as it struggled to stay in view against the mass of his enormous belly. The Fantasy glared down at his own meager manhood. "Uh, fluffers?" he called out. "A glassy-eyed young woman with enormous breasts shuffled in, followed by a gorgeous smaller girl with very small tits and a slim curvaceous physique. The busty woman knelt down in front of The Fantasy and placed his penis between her huge breasts, squeezing them around it. The smaller girl straddled busty girl's tits and faced The Fantasy. As the busty woman pulled down her tits, The Fantasy's chaud poked through and was crammed against smaller girl's muff. "Oh, that's it, that's perfect," The Fantasy moaned, and shooed the girls away, smacking the smaller one's ass. "Weird," muttered Cycocks. "What was that?" asked The Fantasy, stalking towards him. He grabbed Cycocks' head, shoved it forwards, and drove his thick dick through the skin and into the flesh of the back of Cycocks neck, shooting his load. "Ziss is terrible!" lamented the Nightgroper. Wolvsexfiend was the first into the dark cave, and was followed by the four others. He emerged into the same cavernous room that his unlucky colleagues had been. He was greeted by a sensual female voice. "Hey Wolfy, so glad you could make it. I've missed you," purred Stormones, pulling Wolvsexfiend into a corner and sinking to her knees. "But, aren't you—" Stormones shushed him and began to suck his cock. Wolvsexfiend let her take over and his head rolled back in satisfaction. Stormones' head began to bob up and down, taking Wolvsexfiend's cock deep into her mouth. Jean explored another area of the cave and was welcomed by the strong arms and comforting voice of her husband. "Oh, Cycocks! I was so worried!" she cried. He smiled. He began to pull her in the direction away from the entrance. "Where are we going?" At still another area in the cave, IceStud and Vogue crept around, hand in hand. They inched along the outer wall and heard squealing up ahead. They stepped into a circle of light just in time to see the final victim, the German teleport, get fucked in the neck by The Fantasy. "Welcome to my funhouse," said The Fantasy. "By tonight, I will have" "All of you," said the Nightgroper, rising to his feet, now in The Fantasy's control. "They're under mind control! It's a trap!" howled IceStud and Vogue together. They turned on their heels and ran to regroup, but with a whoosh, they came face to face with the Nightgroper, The Fantasy standing astride on his back. "Unngh, Storm-baby, god I love your mouth on my cock. Unnnngh!" groaned Wolvsexfiend. "Yeah baby, that's it, that's it, yeah yeah yeah!" he encouraged as Stormones began to bob faster and faster. "Oh, god, ah, whoa, that's a little too much teeth, baby," he cautioned her. "I mean, a little teeth is okay but that's too much. Oh, stop! Whoa, AHHH!! God NOOOOOOOOOO!" he bellowed as Stormones bit down with all her might, her teeth separating Wolvsexfiend's penis from his body. Wolvsexfiend looked down at his lover grinning on her knees, though blood ran from the corners of her mouth and she literally had a mouthful of cock. Wolvsexfiend extended one arm out to the side, fist clenched. Three phalli spurted from his knuckles, half erect penises they were. He swung his arm around and down and cock-slapped Stormones right in the face. She flew, sprawling across the rock floor six feet away. Wolvsexfiend looked in sadness at his bloody groin. A tiny penis already began to grow where his old one had been. He cracked his neck, seethed in pain, and petted his recovering injury with sympathy. "It's a trap!" IceStud's howl echoed across the cavern. "Thanks for the heads up," muttered Wolvsexfiend, breaking into a jog in their direction. The Fantasy took the liberty of squeezing Vogue's breast. As the pair turned to escape in the opposite direction, the Nightgroper teleported to block their way again. The Fantasy ran his finger up Vogue's slit and licked up his finger. "Salty!" he declared, delighted. IceStud was stroking his silver soldier and smoldering with anger and frustration. "I see someone else is getting off on all this as well," commented The Fantasy. Vogue understood IceStud's intentions and sunk to her knees. "Y'all wanna watch?" she asked sensuously, thrusting her ass out. "You wanna watch me suck his cock?" The Fantasy stared. Vogue began to suck IceStud in and out of her mouth, and before long IceStud was ready to blow. Vogue sprang up and threw her legs towards the Nightgroper, her feet striking him squarely between the legs. He folded and slumped backwards, The Fantasy collapsing onto the ground. IceStud's powerful freezing cum launched out of the head of his love muscle on a crash course with The Fantasy until the white glob stopped in mid air. Creampyro stepped out of the shadows, his hand out in front of him. His eyes narrowed, his fingertips glowed with fire, and the glob of cum began to glow as well. It grew hotter and hotter and brighter and brighter, and droplets of cum shot out of the huge glob, burning what they struck. Those around covered their eyes from the intense heat and light. "Hey ice fucker, if you can't handle the heat, get the fuck out of my house!" sneered Creampyro. He thrust his hand in IceStud's direction and the burning goo flew at IceStud's face, for the most searing money-shot imaginable. Suddenly, another huge wad of semen shot from behind IceStud, covering his back completely and meeting the flaming spunk. Jism met jism and hardened into white granite, falling, crashing to the floor. IceStud looked behind him in surprise. Cunnilossus was just lowering the inert body of Stormones to the floor. Cunnilossus' cock was slick with her vaginal fluids. "I got your back," Cunnilossus boomed. Creampyro yelled in frustration and turned, running into the darkness. The Fantasy and the Nightgroper were just getting to their feet. "You're dead!" they yelled in unison. They were suddenly crushed under the weight of Wolvsexfiend's diving body. Wolvsexfiend stood up on the Nightgroper's back. The Nightgroper let out a pained whistle and vanished with a puff. Wolvsexfiend reached down and pulled The Fantasy to his feet, holding his arms behind his back. "Cunnilossus! Bring that bitch over here!" he shouted. "One step ahead of you," Cunnilossus roared, dragging Stormones across the floor by her hair. "Hey, come on, she was hypnotized, don't hut her like that," IceStud protested. Cunnilossus put Stormones' jaw around The Fantasy's fat cock. "No, hey guys, I know girls, you'd love them! Please don't do this," pleaded The Fantasy. "Got a fantasy about this, buddy?" mocked Wolvsexfiend. "Slam those jaws closed, 'lossus!" "GOD NO!" "Cycocks, thank god you're alright," cooed Jean into her husband's chest. He led her to a ledge at the edge of the cavern and hoisted her up onto it. Without a word, he began to fuck her, initially not so deep, but deeper and deeper as Jean got wetter and wetter, and all at a steady even tempo. Jean let out little "mmm"s on every stroke, confused but happy, and Cycocks looked straight past her, never meeting her eyes, robotic. He eased up as the heavy steps of two men approaching were heard from behind him. He stepped back and touched the side of the yellow metal band that covered his eyes. A laser ray shot out, leaving Jean's revealing outfit in tatters and Jean stunned. Creampyro and Nightgroper stepped up from behind Cycocks and hauled Jean off the ledge. Nightgroper methodically bent her over and Creampyro placed her hands on the ledge in front of her. Nightgroper stuck his penis into her vagina and his tail slithered up onto her back, tracing a line down. Jean Sluttay's eyes bulged and she gave a gasp as the tail plowed into her asshole. Nightgroper fucked both her holes simultaneously until he pulled out and covered her back and hair with cum. Cycocks watched, wordless. Creampyro stepped right into position and continued where Nightgroper left off. Creampyro began fucking Jean relentlessly, his balls slapping audibly against Jean's stomach on every pump. Creampyro pulled Jean's hair back so that her head jerked backwards and fucked her even harder, even faster. Jean began to become conscious of what was going on as the stunning wore off. She tried to turn around, tried to figure out what was happening, but squirming only stimulated Creampyro more. He groaned and began to climax. Then Jean began to realize what was happening. She began to thrash as Creampyro held his member inside her quivering pussy, pumping his seed inside her. Jean began to glow yellow, then red, then blue, and then white with heat. She struggled desperately, her legs kicking out and her hands clawing and struggling to stand up, but Creampyro held her bent over. Her head swiveled and her eyes met with those of her husband. She shook her head slowly with a sad smile and then burst into flames. Creampyro pulled out of her and her body vaporized with a blinding flash of light. Grey ash lay where the woman's beautiful body once stood. Cunnilossus clamped Stormones' jaws shut on The Fantasy's penis, severing it. The Fantasy began to shake, softly at first, and then as he hit the ground falling backwards, began to convulse and shudder violently. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a control panel. "Burn in hell, fuckers," he said, choking, and he pressed a button on the panel and died. A loud rumbling echoed around the cavern. The buxom assistant and tiny assistant ran towards the group of seX-Men from down the hall. "The dam is breaking! All the cum The Fantasy stored up is going to flood this place!" the chesty fluffer shouted, running for the exit. Stormones got to her feet as the spell wore off. She held her head and looked around. She saw Wolvsexfiend. "I am SO sorry," she sobbed, bursting into tears. "Whatever, what's done is done, let's make sure no more damage comes to us. Let's get the hell out of here!" Wolvsexfiend said, leading the group quickly towards the exit. Cycocks came to his senses as a truckload of reality collided with him. He ran to the ashes of his fallen wife, running his hands through them as silent tears slid down his face. He shot back to his feet. A gutteral cry erupted from his lungs and his eyes met Creampyro's. Cycocks' hands shook with rage and they lunged for Creampyro's throat. Creampyro, a horrified look streaked across his face, turned and ran deeper into the cavern. Cycocks collapsed into a childlike, broken heap, quaking with tears. The dam of cum broke through the tough thick metal back wall, flooding the room and threatening to drown Cycocks. The Nightgroper, grief and guilt apparent, grabbed Cycocks and teleported the both of them to safety. The airship lifted off in silence. The only sound that could be heard was the quiet sobs of the distraught passengers. The Valley of the Bearded Clam turned from green to white as cum flooded the valley. All over the country, the unfortunate girls of St. Catherine's Girl's College for Proper Virgins of Christ were emerging from The Fantasy's spell. The girl from San Francisco recovered from the spell while she was under the table in a petroleum company board meeting. She was giving head to all the men and the women under the table and each of them, in trying to dissociate themselves with the action down there, pretended with difficulty that it wasn't happening. The girl was moving around the perimeter of the table sucking each cock deep into her mouth and tonguing the balls, while to women she sucked their clits into her mouth and finger-fucked their pussies. She came to while sucking one cock and jacking two others. She just happened to emerge from the spell as five cocks unloaded cum all over her. She crawled out from under the table, cum dripping down her chin, splotched on her right cheek, left eye, and forehead, and matted thickly in her hair. She smoothed down her dress, to the wide-eyed looks from the executives, and marched purposefully out of the room, humiliated. The girl from Atlanta had joined a troupe of free sex agents, who travel the country having sex with whosoever desires, but charging those wishing to watch. The troupe also acts out famous plays, combining acting with sex as they invite members of the audience to come up and fuck them as they perform the play. The girl from Atlanta came to her senses as she was reciting Lady Macbeth's lines, "Will these hands ne'er be clean?" while getting fucked from behind by a middle-aged man. As she emerged from the spell, she, blinded by the bright lights of the stage, and though disgusted, horrified, and mortified at what was happening two and a half feet behind her head, she could not stop it as she was being done from behind. So she, whimpering, had to wait patiently for three minutes until the man finished. She then bowed to the confused but applauding crowd and excused herself from the troupe, humiliated. The girl from New Jersey had begun a cross-country trip sleeping with all her relatives, close and distant, that she could get her slutty hands on. She awoke from the spell as she orgasmed of the cock of her sleazy great-grandfather. As she became conscious, she looked down, horrified, into the wrinkled old face she had seen at family get-togethers, but could not stop her body's orgasmic effects, and continued to moan, shudder and scream with intense pleasure, all the while dizzy with the implications of her unspeakable act. When her orgasm subsided, she gently but quickly eased off of the ancient penis, kissed her great-grandfather gingerly on the cheek, put her clothes on, and returned home, humiliated. The girl from Chicago recovered from the spell when she was in a sex orgy club. She was eating out a girl who was licking the balls of a cock that was fucking a girl that was sucking the cock of a man who alternated fucking a pussy and a mouth. The girl from Chicago was being fucked by a man and also simultaneously having her pussy eaten out by a girl who was under her. When the girl from Chicago emerged from the spell, she stopped eating the pussy that was in front of her, of course, but just paused, confused, listening to the moans, groans, and elated screams of the club, smelling the compelling wafts of sex, pussy, and cum, and feeling the incredible sensations of the cock jack hammering into her vagina, filling her completely and soaking her in her own juices, and feeling the exquisite tongue of the girl performing cunnilingus on her, sucking her clit and running her soft wet tongue over the slit and folds of her vagina, even as it was being fucked at the same time. The girl from Chicago let it all wash over her: what she had done, what she had become, how everything made her feel. Then, suddenly and with increased enthusiasm, she buried her face into the quim in front of her, licking and sucking and moaning. "Fuck it," she thought. To be continued... The seX-Men All three girls' eyes went wide as they beheld the nine-inch leviathan, and then they all leapt for it at the same time. Jean's position gave her less competition and she sat down with her back to BabeMagneto's back, and, leaning her head back, lapped at BabeMagneto's balls. Stormones was faster than Vogue and shoved the cock to the back of her mouth in one swift movement. She let it stay there for some time, then began to rock her head left and right quickly, the huge cock sitting at the back of her throat. Vogue, frustrated, took the shaft position at the base of the shaft. BabeMagneto looked down and nodded in approval. He then turned to his right as another portal in the metal base opened, and up from there rose another man in a smart grey suit. The man looked to BabeMagneto and bowed his head slightly in greeting. BabeMagneto reached behind and smacked Jean's head lightly. "Attend to him," he ordered. Jean knelt before the man, unzipped his fly, and began ministering to him. Then, right before the horror-struck eyes of the male seX-Men, the man in the suit began to morph. His grey hair began to lighten to a pure blond, his thick arms and broad shoulders slimmed away, and his clothes began to absorb into his skin. His hairy legs shrunk and became smooth. His chest extended into a magnificent pair of naked breasts as his paunch belly flattened and the new form looked straight at the helpless males and winked. The dick that was inside Jean Sluttay's mouth began to withdraw, shortening and shortening, until it reversed into itself, turning into a shaven pink pussy. Jean seemed not even to notice, and began tongue-fucking the new organ, now sucking on the clit as she fingered the pussy, now spreading the pussy lips with her fingers as she slurped up the juices. "No! Not Jean! She's one of the only straight seX-Girls!" cried IceStud. "Not anymore!" exclaimed BabeMagneto in triumph. "Hahahahaha!" "That must be Mistaque," mused Cycocks. "Who woulda thought she would side with BabeMagneto?" Mistaque the shape shifter was named thus by her parents who, already mortified by their child begotten out of wedlock, were enraged beyond reason when their illicit lovechild proved to be a mutant of the worst kind. She was thrown out of her own house at sixteen, and was thought by the seX-Men to be a nomad, until now. "I hope Dr. seX gets here soon. This is getting serious," said Wolvsexfiend, worriedly. Vogue and Stormones had reached a compromise as they made out around the tip of BabeMagneto's cock, their tongues each licking all the best parts of the sensitive head as they returned from licking each other's tongues. BabeMagneto then signaled them to stop. He stood them both up. He grabbed hold of Vogue's white locks, drew her forcibly close, and kissed her full on the mouth, his tongue penetrating deeply. He released her and repeated the process with the luscious dark Stormones. He then selected Stormones, and lifting her up in his arms, he began to bounce her up and down, her pussy burying the relentless monster and her legs crossed tightly behind his back. Her white hair flowed behind her, her eyes were closed in ecstasy, and she moaned loudly and desperately. Vogue, displaced but still very much in lust for this beautiful man, reached around from behind him, playing with his pectorals and her friend's juicy nipples. After bouncing Stormones for a good five minutes, there were drops and streams of white gooey cum dripping out of Stormones' pussy and dribbling down to her asshole, dripping from there onto the metal platform, and pooling there. Without missing a beat, he carried on banging the voluptuous slut. "What'd I miss?" calls out a voice from behind and below, and the three men turn around in shock. Rolling towards them is the bald head and crippled body of Dr. seX, forever confined to a futuristic wheelchair. However, his fantastic psychic mind has made up for his disabilities tenfold. Dr. seXavier was able to psychically cause a person to be sexually attracted to another person. In particularly weak minds, he was able to cause the person to have a spontaneous orgasm. He had, in fact, influenced the presidential election by using this power on the unluckier of the two candidates during the presidential debate. The three seX-Men all began gibbering at once, each trying to explain. Dr. seX raised a hand. "Later. It appears there is work to be done." BabeMagneto continued bouncing the black bombshell on his cock, unaware that the Doctor had arrived. "Has he cummed yet?" the Doctor asked his orderlies. "He has!" exclaims IceStud. "And-" "And he just went right on fucking! A permanent hardon!" continued Wolvsexfiend in admiration. "There's an ability to die for," concluded Cycocks. "Well, then there's no reason for me to try to force an orgasm on him. But what if…" the Doctor trailed off. But he leaned way forwards in his chair, towards the action on the platform. His forehead creased with concentration and he put his hands up to his temples. Suddenly, BabeMagneto lifted Stormones off of his cock and dropped her onto the floor with a splash of cum. Turning, he grabbed hold of Vogue's titties, and she squealed with delight. BabeMagneto bent her over and penetrated her nearly virgin pussy. He found a rhythm and began pounding into the teenager at a healthy pace. Stormones, still infatuated with her lover, straddled Vogue's back to kiss BabeMagneto's body and urge him on. Vogue's expression was one of pure bliss. With each thrust into her excited heat, she gave a high-pitched "uhh" from the pleasure. Her face was flushed red, and her head rocked back and forth in ecstasy. BabeMagneto was experiencing one of the tightest cunts of his sexual career. The velvet lining of her love canal tightened around his cock like a vice, smoothly but sternly squeezing it with every stroke. He began fucking her harder, faster, overcome with hunger and pleasure. Frenzied, as if the urge to cum had become overwhelming, every one of his plunges within her depths seemed to be hopelessly entangled with intense lust. Finally, with an explosion of sweat from his forehead, BabeMagneto let out a long howling groan, giving one last shove of his pelvis. Wave after wave of cum flooded Vogue's pussy and she nearly passed out from the pleasure that rocked her body. But with every wave of cum, BabeMagneto's skin went a shade paler and his face was suddenly lined with frantic panic. As his cock, still imbedded in the gorgeous orgasming girl, continued milking its cum, he clutched at his chest that Stormones was still rubbing and kissing, and with a gasp, BabeMagneto fell backwards, sliding out of Vogue's slick pussy and collapsing onto the ground. His eyes were blank, and his tongue, which hung out of his mouth awkwardly, was white. All that was left of his once outstanding body was a shriveled, emaciated corpse. Mistaque, who was up to this point enjoying a tremendously erotic cunt munching, suddenly saw her master dead on the ground. She shoved the absorbed brunette away and turned to run. But she turned to face only an activated force field. The three girls, no longer under the spell of the Hunk, advanced menacingly towards the shape shifter. And as the girls beat ever-loving shit out of her, Mistaque hysterically and in vain changed into every person she had ever encountered, with no productive results. The girls deactivated the force field and hopped down to apologize and greet the Doctor. "I'm tired!" exclaimed Vogue. "Yeah, I'm totally exhausted," said Stormones, and the other seX-Men agreed. But Dr. seX had other plans. He hadn't gotten his rocks off today. So with a wiggle of his eyebrows and six well-placed psychic commands, he led the way back to the ship, to begin the craziest orgy the world has ever seen.