Chapter 33

Our first lesson of the day was math, something Amara wasn’t all that interested in, so she decided to do something more fun. (Spoiler: It was me, I was the fun thing she wanted to ‘do’) A few minutes into the class, she started to tease me beneath our desks by stroking my cock through my trousers, before unbuttoning my jeans and slipping her hand inside.

Beyond a small naughty smirk playing at her delicate lips, she gave no outward indication as to what she was doing. She sat quietly in her seat, pretending to all the world to be a model pupil, attentively focused on our teacher and the equation he was working through on the SMART board. Luckily for our little charade, we were seated at the back of the classroom, but if anyone were to look back, it would still be pretty clear what Amara was doing.

While the thrill of being caught was an exciting addition to our fun, it also severely limited what we could get up to. Luckily, I had a fix for that. After throwing out a mental sphere to hide our true actions, I backed my chair away from the desk, and pushed my jeans and boxers to my knees.

“Naughty boy,” Amara teased, pushing her own chair back and sinking to her knees before me.

“Yep, and you’re just a slutty cheerleader,” I playfully shot before pulling her head into my lap.

“And don’t we make quite the pair,” was her reply before her mouth was full of cock, making any further speech impossible.

I groaned loudly as Amara swallowed my dick all the way to the root for the second time in less than half an hour, and we were only about five minutes into the first period so far. Amara moaned around my cock, the muscles of her throat massaging the length of my cock as I gathered a fistful of her thick, dark hair. I’d had fantasies about a cheerleader wrapping her lips around my dick for years, but I had never imagined it would ever actually happen, or that the cheerleader in question would be my sex genie girlfriend.

Amara’s lips slid off my cock with an audible ‘pop’, a string of her saliva connecting her lips to the fat head. She delicately licked her way down the underside of my cock, and began peppering my balls with soft kisses.

“Mmmm, if there’s one thing that we slutty cheerleaders love more than long, thick, juicy cocks crammed down our throats, it’s long, thick, juicy cocks stuffed into our pussies.” She moaned, using both hands to jerk my cock.

“Then stand up and bend over your desk, slut!” I ordered.

Amara was only too happy to comply, and after shimmying out of her panties, turned around and bent forward over the table, resting on her forearms. Even held back by her bra and tight cheer top, her big DD’s pressed lightly against the tabletop.

“Come on, master. Give your naughty little cheerleader slut what she needs!” She said over her shoulder, wiggling her ass at me.

Stepping out of my bunched-up clothes, I flipped her short skirt up over her ass and tucked it into her waistband. The girls in the cheer squad were supposed to wear tight-fitting athletic shorts beneath their skirts, but when they weren’t at a game or practice, most of the girls wore their normal underwear until the last minute. Amara was no exception. I imagine that the attendance to out frequent games would rise considerably if the cheer squad decided to forgo underwear entirely.

I gave Amara’s delectable derriere a few firm smacks, making her squeal and moan in anticipation as she pushed her ass back towards me. I slid my cock into position, nestled against her already soaked pussy, and wrapped my hands around her waist. The bare swath of tan skin between her skirt and top of her cheer uniform was soft, warm, and silky smooth to the touch.

“Ready, babe?” I asked, already entirely sure of her answer.

“Fuck me, master. Shove that huuuu...!” Her words twisted into a gasp as I rammed my cock into her deep enough to punch solidly against her cervix.

Something like that would probably have been painful for most normal girls, but it made Amara gasp and moan in pleasure, her supernatural pussy rippling and squeezing my cock. I didn’t waste any time with slow, gentle strokes or careful, light teasing. Amara was playing a slutty cheerleader, and wanted to be treated like exactly that. A slut.

Amara’s hands scratched and scrabbled at the table as she tried to hold herself up, my forceful thrusts rocking her forward. The slapping of my hips against her ass echoed around the room, adding another layer to the sweet music my slutty girlfriend was making with her moans, gasps, and squeals. This wasn’t precisely how I had imagined my first time screwing a cheerleader was going to go; it was better.

I continued fucking Amara at this relentless pace for the entire period. She came at least a dozen times, flooding her floor around us in her juices. I held myself back the entire time, building up to a monstrous climax. With only seconds left before the bell, Amara came again, and I joined her in my own thunderous orgasm. A torrent of cum blasted into her cunt, painting her insides white with my seed as she squirted like a firehose, screaming her release. There was barely any time for the pair of us to come down from our orgasmic highs, and for her to snap her fingers to clean us up, before we joined the rest of the class in filing out the door on our way to second period.

Now in History, Amara’s favourite class, she was back to wearing her cute, but entirely unnecessary, glasses and paying attention like a perfect student. With my girlfriend no longer paying attention to me, and my insatiable appetite barely whetted, I took the opportunity to enjoy some quality time with Suki again. The short, busty teen sat in my lap while I greedily drank all of her available breast milk. Unlike my mother and little sisters, she didn’t have an unlimited supply of milk, so before long I had sucked her dry. She did share a few of the extra bonuses that Elsa, Elsie, and Mom had though; her new DD’s didn’t lose any of their shape or size despite being emptied, and their increased size and weight would never give her any back problems. Leaking nipples, blocked ducts and soreness were also a thing of the past.

After draining Suki and filling my stomach, the busty Asian teen dropped to her knees so I could fill her stomach to repay the favour. She was still quite inexperienced at giving blowjobs, but she certainly wasn’t lacking in enthusiasm, and I thoroughly enjoyed the eager, albeit amateurish, technique she had.

As she sloppily sucked my cock, I thought about the flavours of Suki’s, Mom’s, and the twins’ breast milk. I wasn’t sure whether or not the taste was due more to my power, or if that was what all breast milk was like. I would have to find a cute, young, new MILF and sample her naturally occurring milk to have a point of comparison. For science, of course. All good experiments need a control group. The thought of a busty MILF and her natural milkers pushed me over the edge, and with a moan I flooded Suki’s mouth with my thick cum.

She was woefully unprepared for the huge size of my loads, and more than half spilled out of her mouth and down over her big tits. Seeing her there, kneeling before me, with her tits painted in my cum, I was tempted to take the opportunity to see how her new tits would feel wrapped around my cock, but decided that the last ten minutes of the class wasn’t really long enough to properly enjoy the experience. Rain check. Instead, I had Tracy, who was now wearing a properly sized, unstuffed bra, help Suki lick up the cum from the busty Asian teen’s boobs.

Not even fifteen seconds after leaving the classroom for first break, the ever peppy and perky head cheerleader Tara hooked her arm through Amara’s and absconded with my girlfriend, shouting back about some urgent cheer team stuff, leaving me alone, and slightly bemused. It turned out to be to my advantage though.

Just as my girlfriend and her new cheerleader bestie disappeared round a corner, the twins appeared at my sides.

“Hey Thor.” They said in perfect unison.

“Hey girls, what’s up?”

They both glanced around before dragging me into an empty study room.

“Do your mind-control-ball-thingy so no one bothers us”. Elsie demanded as she shut the door.

“Okay, but what’s this about?” I questioned.

“We want to suck your dick, duh!” Elsa said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Now come on! We only have fifteen minutes, and Amara’s not going to be here to help us clean up after.”

Knowing my little sisters for being the sexual deviants they were, I should have guessed that they’d pull something like this. Apparently, their morning just wasn’t complete without swallowing a monster load of their big brother’s baby batter. I certainly wasn’t going to complain though, and I always did have trouble saying no to my little sisters. Admittedly it was usually them asking to borrow money, help them with their homework, or to take them out for ice cream; not sucking my dick. But, such is my life now. Not exactly the average trials of a teenager’s life. I’m just so hard done by.

Seeing the twins kneeling in front of me in their sexy cheer uniforms, eagerly sucking my cock was an amazing sight. They had looked incredibly sexy yesterday in their far too small school uniforms, but even though there was less flesh on display than yesterday, I found their cheer uniforms to be hotter. At that moment, I was immensely grateful that I went to an Americanised school, otherwise we wouldn’t have had cheerleaders to fantasise over.

The eroticism of not only receiving a double blowjob at school, but receiving it from two fourteen-year-old, beautiful, busty, blonde cheerleaders, who also happened to be my twin sisters was a special treat. With their intimate familiarity of my cock, and exceptional oral skills, the fifteen minute break was more than long enough for the eager little cumsluts to get what they were after.

Satisfied with their snack, they twins each gave me a quick kiss before disappearing as suddenly as they had arrived.

Somehow, I managed to make it to lunch without initiating anymore full-on orgies. Although I did increase my cheerleader count by screwing one of Amara’s teammates. Justyna was a cute polish girl with a hot accent, and as you would expect from a cheerleader, a killer bod. Her parents had moved here when she was just two, but she still picked up the accent and was fluently bilingual. Something I had never managed, despite my mother’s best efforts.

Altogether, I was rather impressed with how restrained I had been. However, any chance I had of claiming that I had mastered self-control went out the window when we sat down for lunch. Amara and I sat down opposite Danny and Lucy, who were in the middle of an arguing about something I had missed the boat on. My sisters and Ruby decided to sit with some of their friends from their own year, which I didn’t mind; they needed to continue to have their own social life outside of our family and my harem. The same held true for all the other girls too. As much as I was what my harem was centred around, I didn’t want to deprive my girls of a normal social life. There was no reason they couldn’t ride my dick, and have friends.

It had only been a day since I had given Lucy the magical makeover treatment, so there weren’t any visible changes yet. However, she did seem to be sitting a bit straighter, and looked more sure of herself. Hard to tell though, it could have just been my brain seeing what it was expecting to see but wasn’t there yet.

At their current rate of progression, the full compleiment of changes would take place over a few weeks to months, rather than instantaneously. Hopefully, she would be able to avoid any questions about how she had suddenly changed so drastically. Slow, steady progression over a few weeks wouldn’t be nearly as noticeable to the other people she interacted with. Aside from the physical changes, the only mental one I had made was to give her a nudge towards updating her wardrobe once the changes were finished. I was hoping that as her body became curvier and her skin cleared up, that she would try some more form fitting outfits from time to time. The small command was just some extra insurance to that end.

I was brought out of my thoughts about my friend when the entire senior cheer squad arrived with their lunches, and sat down at our table. Usually, the cheer squad all ate together at their own table, especially when they were all in their uniforms.

Maybe it was because Amara had chosen to sit here instead of with them, or maybe it was for some other unknown reason. Either way, I wasn’t going to complain or look too deeply into it. There was too much eye candy for me to care. Including Amara, there were twelve girls on the cheer squad. I think normally in the US, the team would be larger, and possibly have a handful of reserve team members. But here in the UK, cheerleading was a sport which was still in its infancy. While it was gaining traction as more schools began forming their own teams, it was still a “minority” sport, hence the smaller teams.

There were about twenty-five tables in the school canteen, each with fourteen chairs; seven along each side. With the addition of myself, Danny, and Lucy to the dozen cheerleaders, we were one chair short. Rather than pull an extra chair over from another table, Sophie Mac sat in her new girlfriend Sophie Dean’s lap instead. The news of their new relationship had spread fast, but it wasn’t the hottest topic of gossip. Most people had assumed they were already dating, so it didn’t come as that big of a surprise.

There was an unwritten rule in the canteen that the youngest students sat the furthest from the food. The tiny, pint-sized Year Sevens had to sit right at the back, while the Sixth Formers, sat closest to the food and the door. There was a little bit of flex for people who were included in clubs or teams that sat together, like the cheer squad, but generally everyone just went along with the unofficial rules.

All the girls were surprisingly friendly, making efforts to include everyone at the table in their conversations, including a wide-eyed Danny and an uncertain Lucy. Some of the cheerleaders who had left last year had been the ones who teased Lucy, which explained her suddenly more reserved demeanour. All the girls here however, were nothing but friendly. The head cheerleader, Tara, was beyond friendly, flirting shamelessly with me despite my girlfriend sitting right next to me.

If my girlfriend had been anyone other than a sex genie, I imagine they would be ripping each other’s hair out by now.

“You’ve had quite a growth spurt, haven’t you?” Tara said in a sultry tone as she pressed herself up against me, running her hand over my pecs, while squishing her chest into my arm.

“Have your arms always been this big?” she said, now squeezing my biceps to emphasise her words.

“And is this a six-pack I feel?” she asked as she ran her hand down my abs. I turned to look at Amara, and found her casually enjoying the show with her lunch. She even winked at me.

The flirtier Tara got, the more interested the other girls at the table grew. It seemed odd to me that none of them appeared to be even slightly concerned that my girlfriend was sitting right next to me. Maybe this was a side-effect of my enhanced pheromones. So, while Tara was running her hands back and forth over my “broad, manly shoulders”, I probed her mind to try to work out what was going on.

It turned out that all the girls, and Tara in particular, had been quizzing Amara about why she was dating me of all people. I liked to think I had been able to hold my own in the looks department before my recent transformation, but there were several other guys at the school who were objectively just better looking dudes than I was. Amara wasn’t just so far out of my league that she was over the horizon, she was out of everyone’s league. So the girls were curious to learn why she chose me when should could have had herself any guy she wanted.

Every girl on the cheer squad was good looking, and they were all in incredible physical condition. Turns out than an active lifestyle, good diet, and being sixteen was a magical combination for attractiveness. Who knew? That being said, Amara was by far the prettiest, and the bustiest, of the lot.

It wasn’t all that uncommon for teenage girls to be jealous of a new girl if she was prettier, smarter, wealthier, etc. than they were. For some reason though, none of the girls displayed any signs of hostility or jealousy towards Amara when she came to the school and then joined the team. I imagine it was all part of her innate ability as a Djinn to fit perfectly into any social situation.

Anyway, my thoughts were getting off track. The girls had asked Amara why she was dating me of all people, and she had just said that it wasn’t something she could explain, and that they would have to experience for themselves. Tara protested that that wasn’t a proper answer, as they would never have a chance as long as she was around. At this point, Amara shocked them all when she said she would be more than happy to share. The look in her eyes issuing a challenge to all the girls present. Tara seemed to be the first to process what she had meant, and start to consider it.

Seeing where things were headed, I decided that it was time to help things along to seal the deal. I was finally going to live out every teenager’s fantasy: fucking the entire cheer team in one go. I had been dreaming of having this opportunity ever since the twins had started filling out their own cheer uniforms at home. Elsa and Elsie had given me more cheerleader fantasies than I could count, and it was time to cash in.

The fact that I hadn’t fucked the twins in their uniforms yet was a travesty, and doing so was at the top of my to-do list.

Pushing those thoughts aside for now, I collected myself and prepared for what would probably be the single largest expenditure of power I had ever attempted. The past few days had been good for my power levels, having lots of sex and only using small amounts of power here and there. My school, which was full of horny teenagers and young teachers, would be a perfect place for some larger scale experiments. My last wish-making orgy had generated the greatest amount of energy yet, but it all passed directly to Amara.

I was currently holding most power I’ve ever had, so I wasn’t too worried about not having enough energy to do what I planned. It was more about the mental strain of actually using that much power that had me cautious. I was hoping that the improvements from bonding with Amara, combined with the changes to my brain that came with my first wish, would be enough to let me endure the strain I was about to put myself under.

I took a deep breath and then cast out my mind. I reached out and covered the whole canteen in my mind, counting a total of 317 individual minds. That was way more people than I had ever attempted to control at once, and I fought back the nerves as I began to lay out what I was doing. The first part was to set up a filter of sorts, excluding anyone younger than fourteen and ensuring that they wouldn’t notice a thing. Next, I filtered out anyone who had no true desire to be involved in anything sexual, not wanting to push anyone into something they weren’t ready for.

The third thing I did was to lower everyone’s inhibitions, letting my power use my intentions to shape the effect. Then, I made everyone believe that everything happening in the canteen was normal. They would accept and go with the flow as if rampant debauchery and unrestricted sex were a normal everyday occurrence for a school canteen.

Finally, I gave everyone a push to try out any of their deeper, repressed sexual kinks and desires. I also made a physical change to prevent any pregnancies. With over 120 girls about to have a ridiculous amount of sex, it was a very real concern. Last year was the first time in recent memory that the school had had a teen pregnancy, and it was all anyone talked about for most of the school year. It got to the point that the girl was taken from school and the family moved away.

With everything done, I braced myself as I flicked the mental switch to set things in motion. I felt the power erupt out of me as it raced across the room, causing every mind I was connected to to flare brightly as they came under the sway of my command.

Immediately, Tara jumped into my lap, threw her arms over my shoulders, and pressed her lips to mine. Her tongue brushed over my lips as we made out. Parting my lips, I invited her in, and she responded in kind. Tara moaned into our kiss, her arms tightening around my neck, her breasts pressing into my chest and her hips grinding against the bulge in my pants. I slid my hands up her toned, silky smooth thighs to grab a handful of her wonderfully round ass. Like Amara, she had chosen not to wear any athletic shorts under her skirt, instead wearing only a thong, which left the firm meat of her ass bare to my groping hands.

“Mhmm, it feels like someone’s getting excited,” Tara moaned in between kisses, rubbing her barely clothed pussy into my lap.

“Well, I have a hot, blonde cheerleader in my lap. What do you expect?”

“True,” she says with a smile.

“I think I’d be offended if you didn’t get hard.” She said, sliding back on my lap a little bit.

She pulled her top off, revealing her perky breasts encased in a pastel pink bra. She reached back and unclasped her bra, sliding it down her arms. She had truly fantastic tits; perfectly sized for her slender frame, perfectly shaped, and without even the slightest hint of sag to them. Two perky orbs of delicious tit-flesh topped with cute little nipples that begged to be sucked.

“Boys! You’re all the same,” she laughed at my reaction, squeezing her tits for my viewing pleasure.

“They see a pair of boobs, and they get all dumb and become putty in your hands.” She smiled.

“Mmmm, boobies...” I said dumbly, playing my part.

Tara dropped to her knees and started to tug at my trousers and fiddle with my belt.

“Don’t get distracted, stud. I just don’t want to get cum on my top; it always leaves a stain.”

She finally managed to pull my jeans down my knees, where I was able to kick them off myself.

“Oh, so maybe this is why Amara is so attached to you,” Tara said, eyeing the prominent tent in my boxers.

Without any further ado, she grabbed the waistband and yanked them down, my cock springing free into the cool air.

“Holy shit!” Tara gasped, “It’s fucking huge!” At her exclamation, I heard a few of the other cheerleaders start giggling and whispering excitedly.

Tara slowly wrapped her hands around my cock, marveling at its size.

“It’s so thick. I can’t even wrap my hands around it.”

I groaned as Tara leaned in and slowly ran her tongue up the underside of my cock.

“I think I’m going to need some help with a monster like this,” she said as she delicately teased my cock with her fingers, looking like she was in some sort of cock-induced trance.

Much to my delight, “help” arrived in the form of the Sophie’s, both still in their uniforms. While Tara was the head cheerleader, the Sophie’s shared the co-captain position. I still wasn’t sure how that worked, or why it really mattered, but now was not the time for dissecting the social hierarchies of the cheer squad. I now had three cheerleaders kneeling in front of me, ready to service my cock. Tara was between my legs in the middle, with a Sophie on either side.

Tara looked up into my eyes as she flicked her tongue out to lick up a single bead of pre-cum from the tip of my cock. She moaned in delight at the taste, before lowering her gaze as she parted her lips around the head of my cock. She took my cock into her mouth, stopping just below the flared base of my helmet. Her tongue circled the head, caressing the sensitive glans and tip as she gently sucked on the oversized meat popsicle.

The Sophies worked in tandem to make sure the rest of my cock wasn’t left unattended. Taking a side each, they licked, kissed, and caressed every inch of my cock. While Mac would work her way from my balls to Tara’s lips, Dean would go the opposite way, working her way down my cock from Tara’s lips to my balls.

Occasional, as the Sophies met in the middle, they would let their hands take over, sliding up my saliva-slicked cock while they made out. Every few times, Tara would join in, sharing a passionate kiss first with each of her teammates. As they made out, three hands would work my cock. The Sophies’ hands were sliding up and down my cock, while Tara worked my head. Her thumb gently rubbed the tip while the palm of her hand gently massaged and squeezed the sensitive flared head.

I was in heaven as the three teens worked my cock. Amara was softly moaning beside me as she held another cheerleader’s face into her own crotch. She looked over at the three girls.

“That’s it, work my boyfriend’s gorgeous cock! I know you sluts want him. Now show him how badly you want it. Prove you deserve this dick!”

Excited and encouraged by Amara’s words, the three moaned as they worked together to service my cock. Repeatedly swapping mouths and tongues for hands as they licked, sucked, and kissed. The whole time, they were moaning and panting with desire.

My attention was briefly stolen when I glanced I over and saw that Maya was hard at work on the floor in front of my girlfriend. The new girl I had met yesterday had pushed Amara’s skirt up around her waist, and was enthusiastically eating out her pussy.

This was an interesting development, as previously, Maya’s opinions on Amara were overwhelmingly coloured by jealousy. She had been attracted to me, and I was the first friend she had made in a new country. Only for Amara to turn up wearing a cheerleader uniform, with the body of a goddess, and introduce herself as my girlfriend. Maya was a little put out by that discovery.

She had developed a crush on me, only to find out I was taken by another girl she felt she could never in a million years measure up to. Why would I be interested in her when I had a girl as incredible as Amara? She was also a bit embarrassed that she had fallen so hard for the first cute guy who was even remotely friendly towards her.

Compounding her confliction was her views on bisexuality. She had, what was in my opinion, a misguided point of view on the subject; that someone had to be either straight or gay and couldn’t be both at once. While not a unique opinion, she was struggling with the fact that she felt attracted to both myself, and my sex genie girlfriend. However, with her inhibitions temporarily lowered by my powers, her views had, pretty obviously, relaxed slightly.

My brief lapse in focus ended abruptly when Tara slid under my chair and began sucking on my balls. The Sophies took the change as an opportunity to start taking turns inhaling as much of my dick as they could. Sophie Dean would lovingly tease and lick the crown of my cock a few times before sucking about three inches of it into her mouth, and then twisting and bobbing her head for a little while. Then she would push herself as far down my shaft as she could manage, until about five inches were in her mouth.

She wasn’t able to take more of me though, because she started to gag at that point. She made progress, eventually managing to cram another inch into her mouth, but she couldn’t manage more than that. Long strings of her saliva mixed with my pre-cum bridged the gap when she pulled back, which she gleefully slathered all over my dick before passing it over to her partner.

Sophie Mac started her turn the same way; licking around the tip of my cock before taking my shaft into her mouth. She rapidly bobbed her head up and down, working her way down to where her friend had reached. When she reached where Tara’s fingers were wrapped around my girth, the head of my cock was pushed against the back of her throat. She gagged around my cock before pulling back, sucking in a deep breath when I popped free from her mouth. Tara, meanwhile, continues teasing my balls with her greedy mouth.

None of them were able to take my cock into their throat, I was just too big to fit, especially with the girth and length I had added. Without the physical changes I made to the girls in my harem, I suspected that my dick was just too thick for normal girls to deepthroat. At least not without months of steady training, and even then, it would be a tight fit. My mother and three sisters were the obvious exceptions to this, as all of them, even my tiny twin sisters, had managed to cram my entire prodigious length down their throats without any magical help from me.

It didn’t really matter right now though, because as the Sophies made out with the head of my cock between their lips, I could feel my balls begin to churn and twitch. The three-way blowjob had me ready to blow, and with a groan I announced my impending orgasm.

Tara scrambled up from beneath me and squeezed between the Sophies. Knocking their hands from me, I jerked my cock three times before I came, jizz erupting in long, thick strings from the head of my cock.