You decide to start small, and keep things on the QT. No need to draw too much attention just yet.
The next few classes are spent plotting the deed. Location, timing, names, everything. You can't help but grin at the thoughts swirling through your head.
You have a study break from 1 to 2, but you feel like doing anything other than studying. Rather, you feel like teaching. As quietly as possible, you make your way toward the gym, specifically to the Girl's Locker Room. The advantages of heightened scent come into play quickly; Mandy's definitely in there, beyond the doors Which-No-Man-Shall-Pass.
"Yeah, but mutants can," you snicker, cautiously pushing the door open.
A blind turn looms before the main locker room, and you seek shelter behind the wall. Laughter and gossip filters into your sensitive ears; you estimate that almost the entire cheerleading team is here right now.
Your face almost isn't wide enough to accommodate your grin as you lock the door behind you. You close your eyes and concentrate, feeling the pores in your skin open wide as your glands go into overdrive. The air thickens with your pheromones, permeating every nook and cranny.
You start becoming very erect yourself, and you realize you aren't the only horny one around. The din of voices slowly dissipates, gradually giving way to sounds of moaning and ripping fabric.
You round the corner, hard-on guiding the travel like a perverted divining rod, and take in the splendor of a mass cheerleader orgy. There has to be at least twenty girls in here, in various states of undress and torn-away clothing, licking, kissing, and fingering each other into ecstasy. And there, in the center of it all, straddling a brunette's face and French kissing a buxom blond, is Mandy, feeling up her tits all the while.
"Mandy, you little slut," you say, locking the doors to the gym with one hand as you unzip your pants with another.
The girls reach out for you and each other as you casually stroll toward Mandy. You open your jeans and drop your drawers, presenting your thick erection (another benefit of your X-Factor). Her eyes gleam lustfully at your cock, and she breaks the lesbian kiss to lean over and wrap her mouth around your penis.
You slump against a locker, savoring the feel of her velvet lips massaging your manhood. Mandy fondles your sack and ass with her free hands, as another girl fingers her slit while two others lick her nipples. Occasionally, she looks up at you, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy as she continues sucking your cock. You wonder briefly if she knows what's happening, but decide against the possibility. Then again, maybe you're just happy to have her going down on you.
She quickens her pace, pulling you deeper into her throat as her orgasm approaches, and you can't hold back your own climax any longer. You explode down her gullet, smashing your fists into the lockers behind you hard enough to fold the doors in half. Mandy deep throats you to take all of your seed, quickly replenished by your mutant regeneration.
No sooner does she slide her mouth away than another girl steps in to follow suit. A line of lust forms, filled with insatiable girls who can't get enough of your seed. They spend almost an hour trying to suck you dry.
Your fifteenth blow job is interrupted by the clicking of a lock. Startled, you look toward the gym, seeing the double doors open wide, outlined by a strange red energy. Standing behind them, arms folded, is the knockout redhead from the office. Two trails of ruby power snake from the doors to her forehead. For some reason, she doesn't seem to be affected by your pheromones. Right in front of her, you climax into the mouth of another horny cheerleader.
"We need to have a talk," she says, a slightly annoyed tone evident in her voice.
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