SUP BITCHES! I'M BACK! AND SO IS MY COMPUTER!

"You don't have to shout. In fact I find that varying your tone can increase the eff-"

SHUT UP KYLE! THIS IS WRITTEN LANGUAGE! I AM NOT SHOUTING AND... Oh. Caps-lock. Whoops. Anyway... my computer is fixed and I am back to writing. Once again, sorry about leaving you guys for so long. Especially since you guys are so great. I just looked at the data for this story, and... wow. Just in the month of may, 6 days at time of writing, I have had 659 views, and almost 100 visitors. In April, people from Czech to Morocco have read my story. In total I have had 28,000 views. Thanks you. Also, couldn't find a way to naturally insert this anywhere in this author's note, but I am looking for beta readers. So DM on if you are interested in , I will now write the orgy chapter. Hopefully I can write the next one in less time than... How long's it been? at at least 2 months. I'm to lazy to check.

"It has been 2 months and 2 days. Or 63 days. Not including today. That's about 5,443,200 seconds, 900,720 minutes, 1512 hours, 9 weeks, or 17.21% of a year. It's not like you have anything else to do, given the quaran-"

Shut Up Kyle! I Don't remember asking you a goddamn thing! Anyway, enough with this long winded introduction. Or authors note. Or whatever.

"why do you have these, any-"

Shut up Kyle! I have them for disclaimers, You know 'I don't own this, don't like don't read, contains smut' I think? I don't completely remember. It might also be to ask for reviews, when I request people go to the box at the bottom of the page and leave a review so I can get internet points. Perhaps they were for explaining when a story takes place, you know, how this story takes place probably after book 7 or something. It's been a while since I read past book 4. I think i might have also thanked people who left reviews, like NightHawk The Warrior, and a bunch of guests, and GoffyYT. Or maybe it's for- WAIT! This authors note was supposed to be over! Story! Start! Now!

"It's not alive, you have to write it. Even I am just a figment of your imagination, and for some reason you always cut me off before I can finish my sen- "

I stepped out of the car. It was my birthday, and while hopefully I wouldn't be abducted by a international mega-corporation and engage in an extended war with them, I did want to go out to eat. Taylor and I had made a reservation at a fancy (fancy For Idaho) Restaurant. We walked up the hostess and She checked us in. We were guided to our table, and sat down.

"Wow, this place is nice, eh Michael?" Taylor commented, giving me a winning smile. She looked stunning, in a tight red dress.

"Yeah." I said with a grin. We looked over the menu briefly. We both decided on our meals and ordered them from our waiter, who was a young woman with blonde hair in a ponytail.

"How about some desert?" Taylor questioned me after we had both eaten.

"What did you want to order?" I asked her

"I was thinking just something small." She said

"Oh, I've already got desert right here... although it's not small." I heard Taylor say from under the table. I look down and see her under there, but when I look up I see Taylor is still sitting in her seat. I quickly realize it must be Tara.

"Tara! What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Shhhh." Tara whispers. " I won't mind-control Taylor into not hearing you forever. " Next Tara unbuttons my pants.

"Won't be able to or just won't do it?" I ask.

"Just won't do it. I like to see you squirm." She says smugly. Now she's sliding my pants down my legs, and I already have a boner. Tara soon does away with my underwear as well.

"So, Micheal, do you want the chocolate mousse or the Crème Brûlée?" Taylor asked me.

"O-oh. I think the...uhhh..." I began, trailing off. Tara wrapped her lips around my cock as I talked

"The what?" Taylor asked

"The... w-whichever sounds better to...uhhh.. . to... to you honey"

"Hmm... I think I'll go with the Crème Brûlée."

"Sounds g-good honey" I replied shakily. Tara ran her tongue over the head of my cock as she sucked me off, and my mouth opened in an O shape.

"Michael? are you o-KKAAYYYYYYYYY?" Taylor said, her voice rising rapidly in both tone and volume as she said the sentences final syllable.

"I-I'm F-Fine" I said. Taylor didn't seem to be paying much attention to my answer. Under the table, Tara continued to suck my cock, her wet, warm lips wrapped around my shaft. It was at this point that the waitress came over to our table.

"Would you like any desert?" She asked

"Y-yes..." Taylor said. "We'll have the... Ummmm. the Crea-Crème Brulee."

"Alright." The waitress said, looking at Taylor uncertainly. I looked down at Tara and her eyes gazed back at me lustfully. She then took me in to the hilt, her nose pressed up against my stomach. She held herself there for a few moments, her hot breath on my dick at the back of her throat. Then she pulled off my cock and began to jerk me off with both hands. Tara took a deep breath before going down on me again, my balls lightly making contact with her chin. Tara continued to do this for a minute or so before she began to bob her head up and down on my throbbing dick. Her hair was wild, and I was doing my best to warn her of my impending climax without alerting Taylor. I tried tapping her on the head, wildly gesturing to her under the table, Thinking about it as... Loudly? Focused? Powerfully? Whatever. (I know Tara can't read minds like Taylor, but I wasn't thinking very hard at the time. Or maybe I was thinking too hard.) Tara either didn't notice or ignored it. Knowing her it was probably the second one. I heard a soft, feminine, moan, sounding like Tara's voice. I looked up to see if Taylor noticed, and she was looking at me nervously. The waitress once again appeared.

"Here is your desert." The waitress said, placing our food down on the table. Suddenly, she appeared to be shirtless. Her tits were beautiful, glorious, and perky, with almost no sag. As I gaped at the waitress, Tara pulled her mouth off of my cock again and began stroking me.

"Like what you see? Leave me a big tip and we can see what else is big you can give me." The waitress cooed seductively, winking and pushing her tits together between her arms. I gawked at her, shocked.

"Yeah, You like these curves? you like- there... something on my shirt?" The waitress asked me, abruptly changing back into her normal speaking voice halfway through the sentence.

"Your shirt? I.. uh.. no shirt, I mean... No! N-nothing on your shirt." I stammered, tearing my eyes away from her cleavage with great effort. The waitress eyed me confusedly, but went back to the kitchen. I looked over at Taylor to see if she had noticed me staring at the woman's tits, but Taylor hadn't seemed to notice anything at all. She seemed... Distracted. Then, just as abruptly as it had happened to the waitress, Taylor was naked too. Tara jerked me off even faster, taking me back into her mouth.

I felt the pressure of my orgasm rising up as I stared at Taylor's incredible body and rack. I imagined cumming all over it, her tits coated in my spunk. Then, I realized I didn't have to imagine cumming on Taylor's rack. Sort of. I looked at Tara once more. Unable to think of a way to communicative with her cleverly, especially in the short time before my oncoming orgasm, I simply whispered "Let me cum on your tits." To Tara, hoping Taylor wouldn't hear. Luckily, Taylor didn't seem to, but Tara clearly did, as she quickly stripped out of the simple white cotton shirt she had been wearing and grinned up at me lustily, Still stroking me off. I came all over her, the cum shooting out of my cock like water from a geyser, arcing through the air, and landing on Tara's amazing bust, coating it in my seed. Tara grinned, giggling proudly.

"How about some desert?" I questioned Michael, after we had both already eaten our main courses.

"What did you want to order?" He asked me. I thought about it briefly, and decided I wasn't very hungry.

"I was thinking just something small." I said. I opened up my menu and looked over their deserts. Eventually, I decided I wanted either the chocolate mousse or the Crème Brûlée. I was leaning toward the second, mostly because the name sounded so fancy. I thought that I should probably get Michael's opinion too, though.

"So, Micheal, do you want the chocolate mousse or the Crème Brûlée?"

"O-oh. I think the...uhhh..." He trailed off, distractedly. I frowned internally, wondering what was bothering him.

"The what?"

"The..." He trailed off again. "w-whichever sounds better to...uhhh.. . to... to you honey"

"Hmm... I think I'll go with the Crème Brûlée." I decided.

"Sounds g-good honey" He said shakily, stammering as if he was in physical pain.

"Michael? are you o-KKAAYYYYYYYYY?" I asked, my voice growing much louder at the end of the sentence as I felt something warm and wet come into contact with my suddenly exposed core. I swear it had felt clothed just a moment ago, but now it was suddenly exposed, and my panties were on the ground.

I looked down and saw Jack, eating me out. His tongue swirled around inside me, and it felt heavenly. I stifled a moan. Jack lapped at my delicate pink folds, playing with my pussy. He began to suck on my mound, his tongue soon finding my clit and teasing it. I closed my eyes briefly out of ecstasy, but swiftly opened them again, doing my best to look like nothing was wrong. I began breathing more heavily as Jack drew circles in the folds of my cunt with his tongue. I was dripping like a faucet by this point, but Jack was licking it all up. Now Jack had began to focus on a single point, changing the power with which he pushed his tongue into my cunt, and the direction from which he pushed to vary my pleasure. Sometimes he moved his tongue back and forth over that one spot, sometimes he twirled his tongue in circles around it, and sometimes he made some other pleasing pattern of perfectly placed passes over my sopping wet pussy.

"Would you like any desert?" Our waitress asked. I hadn't noticed her approach through the fog of my ecstasy.

"Y-yes..." I said, scrambling internally to remember what I'd wanted. Was it the... the... uhhh... the... Cream? Warm, man cream, coming out of a warm cock as it... No! I had to focus! I'd wanted the... Cream... Crème Thing. Crème Brulee! "We'll have the... ummmm. the Cream- I Mean.. uh... Crème! Crème Brulee." God, why had I wanted to order something with such a hard to pronounce name.

"Alright." The waitress said, looking at me uncertainly. Jack sucked my whole clit into his mouth at that point, so I didn't have much time to dwell on the waitress. Instead, I bit down on my lip, my legs swinging wildly, still trying not to hit anything or make any noise. Jack's tongue teased my clit back and forth as he sucked it. The sensation of this was too much, too intense, the soft skill of Jack's tongue creating a soft heaven between my legs. I could feel my orgasm rising up deep within the pit of my stomach, in the trembling of my thighs, in the aching feeling of buildup in my nether regions. I wanted it. Oh god, did I want it. All of these intense, passionate feelings spill out of my mouth in the form of a soft, feminine, moan.

I looked at Michael, concerned about whether or not he'd heard, and he looked back at me with that same nervous look. Why was he nervous? I was nervous because...Ohhhh fuck... Don't moan... Don't moan.. Don't moan...mmmmm Keep licking... I was never going to be able to figure anything out, not with my mind so consumed with the thoughts of Big.. hard.. throbbing cocks...Ohhh, they would feel so good inside my cunt. I realized I had zoned out as my orgasm approached and I was staring at Michael. Before it could become too awkward, a member of the waitstaff returned. It wasn't our waiter from the rest of the meal though. This waiter was a man.

"Here is your desert." The waiter said, placing our food down on the table. Suddenly, the waiter appeared to be naked, with an erect cock. It was everything I'd dreamed of just moments before. Big, but not so big it wouldn't fit. The hair was cleanly kept. It was nice and... Mmmmm... Girthy. Oh God, I'd love to have that in my mouth right now. or in my pussy. Fuck, That'd be amazing! I bit my lip as I tried not to cum, my pussy burning with desire.

"Like what you see? Give me a big tip and I'll give you a big tip too, if you know what I mean." The waiter said charmingly. He winked and thrust his hips forward slightly. I gawked at him, shocked.

"Yeah, You like this dick? you like- there... something on my shirt?" The waiter/waitress asked Michael, abruptly changing back into her normal speaking voice and gender halfway through the sentence.

"Your shirt? I.. uh.. no shirt, I mean... No! N-nothing on your shirt." Michael stammered. The waitress left, heading back towards the staff areas of the restaurant. I didn't take much notice. I was much more focused on trying not to cum in front of everyone at a public restaurant. But... Fuck, It just felt so good. Like rock music played directly into my crotch, every vibration, every hum, every murmur and purr and buzz, all working together to make my clit quiver in synchronized sound. It felt like medusa's snake hair applied to my pubic hair, the snakes weaving in and out, searching, rubbing, circling around inside my cunt. Like my orgasm is stuck in my throat, slowly sliding down, to my chest, to my tits, to my midriff, to my pussy, to my clit lips until finally, Jack eats it out of me.

But I hold it in, I can't cum, not here, not now. No matter how much I want to just Squirt all over Jack's face right now. Suddenly, Michael was on the table, also naked, his hard cock erect and just what I need inside of me. I try to hold it in, but Jack licks even faster and I squirt all over his face, cuming HARD.

After the incident, Tara quickly snuck away using her powers. I have no idea how Taylor didn't notice me acting weird, but but you know what they say about gift horses. We quickly ate our desert (Although Neither me nor Taylor seemed to have much of an appetite) and got the check. We then headed back home, neither of us speaking much. We arrived back home and went inside.

Once we arrived inside, I turned the lights on to find the entire Electroclan, including the members of Quentin's crew (who had joined us after betraying Hatch to save Welch) naked and making out with one another in the house. Jack was paired up with Abi, Ostin with McKenna, Zeus with Tessa. Tara, who had somehow gotten here before us, was with Quentin. Kylee had paired up with Bryan. Tanner and Grace were also together, unexpectedly enough. Ian and Nichelle were an equally surprising pairing. Cassy was lazily rubbing her pussy, watching it all.

"What the hell?" I cried, confused (Though still aroused)

"Hey, Michael! Happy Birthday! Who do you want a go with first?" Cassy asked me, still rubbing her pussy.

"I... what?"

"You can fuck any of us. Who do you want to bang first?" Cassy explained. I look over at Taylor. "Don't worry, Taylor can pick a dude if she wants."

"But..."

"Tay, you're cool with him doing this, right? As long as you get some fun too?" Cassy asked Taylor

"I...Uhhh... Yeah. Sure." Taylor said

"See, she's cool, Michael. Now, c'mon, fuck one of us!"

"Okay."

"Well, which one of us is the lucky gal? Who are you gonna pick to go first?"

"I think... Abigail." I said. Cassy looked slightly disappointed, but nodded. Abigail pulled away from Jack, and walked over to me.

"So, how do you want me?" Abigail asked me.

"How about we do it doggystyle?"

"Oooh! That's my favorite!" Abigail said, before getting down on all fours and wiggling her ass at me. I put my hands around her hips, and thrust myself into her.

"Fuck, that's good!" moaned Abigail, throwing her head back in pleasure. I pounded her tight cunt, feeling how wet the blonde's walls were. Before long she was thrusting her hips backwards slightly, in time with each of my thrusts, and I loved it.

"Mmmmm... Oh! Oh god! Oh...Oh fuck, that's... that's fucking incredible, don't...OH!..DON'T FUCKING STOP!" Abigail moaned, her face a mask of lust and ecstasy. I looked around and saw that everyone else in the room was now fucking too. Most were with their previous partners, but Cassy was getting fucked by jack while licking Taylor's pussy. Abigail arched her back as her arms buckled beneath her. Her face was now on the floor, but she didn't seem to care.

"Oh shit, oh god, fuck my FUCKING SHIT! YES! FUCK! PLEASE, MICHAEL! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME HARDER, YES! JUST LIKE FUCKING THAT, FUCK MY WET CUNT, BURY YOUR HARD COCK DEEP IN MY SOPPING WET PUSSY!" Abigail screamed in pleasure. It turned out the normally quiet and reserved girl was a very loud and vocal lover. She squeezed her blue eyes shut in ecstasy, her mouth wide open. Suddenly, Tessa squealed in orgasmic bliss. I felt a wave of energy wash over the room, and a feeling of intense pleasure started in my dick, before quickly spreading to my extremities. It was as if Abigail's ability to stop pain had been overcharged to create pleasure. The feeling was incredible, and I came instantly. Then, without warning, the hottest things I could have imagined appeared in the room. McKenna began to glow, and several fridge magnets came soaring through the door and stuck to Kylee. Zeus fired a bolt of lighting, and a laser came from Bryan's finger, both of which zoomed directly toward Nichelle, hitting her but having no effects. I couldn't move, and was stuck with my cock inside Abigail's cunt. Not that I minded. She was spewing profanity at max volume, and I felt her gushing around my dick as she too came. My thoughts seemed to be getting fuzzy, and I felt the urge to pulse. Suddenly, another wave of energy came from Quentin and all the strange effects vanished.

"Sorry about that everyone!" Tessa called.

"What...was that?" I panted, still shaky from my orgasm.

"Oh, you didn't know?" Tessa asked

"Know what?"

"Well, when they were studying us at the academy in Pasadena, they found that cumming causes our powers to fire at increased strength. And when I do it, everyone around me has their power fire uncontrollably. Luckily Quentin and Nichelle's powers cancel out everyone else's."

"Oh."

"Betcha' didn't know I was a screamer, did you?" Abigail asked, laying on the floor, her blonde hair splayed out in a halo around her.

"I did not."

"Well, now you know. Anyway, whose up next?"

"I'm thinking Nichelle."

"Whatever." Nichelle said. However, she couldn't hide the small smile on her face as she came over to fuck me. She pushed me down into a chair and sank down into my cock. I watched the warm, wet heat of her cunt envelop my throbbing hard member. Now that she was up close, I could see that she had silver nipple rings. The pale girl began to bounce on my cock, her boobs bouncing. After some inspection, I saw that her pubic hair was dyed just like the hair on her head. It was primarily black, with streaks of bright green and pink.

"I bet you love this pussy, don't you bitch? You love how I bounce up and down on this hard cock? C'mon, dipshit, Tell me how much you love my cunt."

"I love your pussy, Nichelle."

"Yeah, I bet you do. Shock me."

"What?"

"Pulse like your pulsing cock. Shock me. I can take it." She orders me. I do, letting lose a small experimental pulse to test the waters.

"Ooooh yeah! Harder bitch!" She moans. I pulse harder, letting lose a moderately sized flow of electricity.

"Fuck yeah! Harder!" Nichelle yells. I pulse harder than before, hard enough to knock out an elgen guard or two.

"Just like that!" Nichelle groans. I continue fucking her pale body, pulsing throughout the experience as I get close and closer to the edge of orgasm. I feel myself teetering on the brink of cumming. I try to hold in the orgasm, but the goth girl's bouncing titties and clenching cunt force the orgasm out of me. I pulse incredibly hard as I cum, and Nichelle squirts all over my cock as I do. She screams out in pleasure, throwing her head back with an intense expression of lust. She falls off of me, laying on the ground like Abigail, cum leaking out of her pussy.

"Holy fuck, that was good." Nichelle said, with one hand on one her tits and the other on her cunt.

"Hey boys? Anybody wanna double penetrate me?" Taylor called. I walked over to her and stuck my cock in her ass. Luckily, It was still coated in the juices from Nichelle's pussy, which served as a good lube. Jack soon came up and thrust himself into her cunt.

"Fuck, that feels good. Why Haven't I done this sooner?" Taylor asked herself. In response, I buried myself deep in her ass.

"SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, MOTHERFUCKING SHIT FUCKERS! Oh my fucking god yes, fuck!" Taylor cried. I began to thrust myself in and out of her ass, and jack began to do the same to her pussy. Soon we had a rhythm going where one of us was inside her while the other was out. I'd be in her ass while Jack was outside, and when I pulled out Jack thrust into her spasming wet pussy. Tanner had cum in grace by this point, so he came over and put his cock in Taylor's mouth. She coudn't even try and think about sucking him off while Jack and I double penetrated her, but her moans of ecstasy felt good nonetheless. Grace seemed content to watch and finger herself.

"Fuck, that's good, I'm gonna... I'm gonna... FUCK!" Taylor moaned, squirting on Jack's cock and cumming so hard she knocked herself out with pleasure. Jack grunted and came inside Taylor's pussy. Jack then pulled out and stumbled into a chair. I pulled out and surveyed the room for someone to finish me off.

"Dibs!" Cried Cassy. She ran over to me and spat between her sizable tits. I slid my cock between them. Cassy began to give me an incredible titjob, squeezing my cock between her breasts and taking the tip of my cock into her mouth. I felt my end approaching and shot my load down Cassy's waiting throat. She swallowed it all. I looked back at the room and saw that McKenna and Ostin had fallen asleep ontop of each other. Nichelle and Abigail both lay on the floor, passed out. Tessa looked like she was trying incredibly hard not to cum and cause another wave of destruction, all the while trying to signal Quentin to get him ready to cancel it out when she finally did cum.

"Shit, I'm beat. See you guys tomorrow." I said, passing out on the couch, still naked.