Chapter 14

It was time for my training montage. I came out of the showers as clean and fresh smelling as I could manage. All of the orgies’ worth of sodden bedclothes and ensweatened body clothes were tumbling about in the washing machines in the first basement.

I should’ve become a psychic superstud months ago! I hated doing my laundry and now I had girls.

I wisely never verbalized that thought.

In my bedroom, a naked Ira and a near-naked Marie (she wore glasses having learned what I did to contact lenses) were tucking fresh sheets around my mattress. They were pale purple and printed with overly geometric flowers.

“These yours?” I asked Ira.

“Vickie’s,” Ira shrugged. “I’m still not used to getting boy-sweat and cum everywhere.”

“Practice makes perfect,” I said, squeezing her butt and kissing her cheek.

Marie was a happy six. Ira was an ecstatic ten. I was the apex predator alpha wolf. Marie was the deer. Ira was the circling ravens.

“Where’s everyone else?” I asked.

“We’re trying to keep things from going too far,” Marie rolled her eyes. “Dove’s down in Ira’s room watching Netflix ready to tag in when my jaw’s ready to fall off.”

“You feeling better? You were worrying about soreness before?”

“That’s why we have the tag team,” Ira said, “Don’t worry about her.”

I looked at Marie. She shrugged. She didn’t look as enthused as Ira. I reached over and grabbed my theater lesbian’s chin.

“Let’s start with you,” I said.

“Oh! I don’t think so,” Ira said, slapping me in the chest. “I don’t have half the skills with one of those,” she vaguely gestured with her open palm to my cock, “than our illustrious Marie, here.”

“I’m not a whore, Ira,” Marie glowered.

“Yeah, because you haven’t majored in business! You could be making money ass over fist!”

“Hand over fist.” I corrected.

“Not if she wants to make the big bucks,” Ira said, slapping Marie’s ass. “What I’m saying is, I’m the shittier blowjobber. I’ll step in when it’s time to ease you down.”

“Right, time to achieve Nirvana,” I said, stepping back and up on my bed. I folded my heels under my butt and stroked my cock to an easy erection.

“I’ll grab pillows for our knees,” Ira said, rushing across the room to the other bed.

“No need,” Marie said, pushing my shoulder and turning me. I wiggled back to sit at the head of my bed. She climbed up on her belly and readjusted her bangs, making sure to keep every strand out of her way.

It was time. I took a deep breath.

Two minds out there in the ether. Marie’s and Ira’s. I could count them. One two three ... Wait were they all the same? Think of the speeds. An eight and an eleven, another eight ... Two minds. Eight and eleven. Spinning together.

Ira flicked me in the ear.

“We don’t need to get ripcorded,” she said. “This is about you, right? So stop trying to make us incapable of anything but going balls deep.”

“Don’t go balls deep,” Marie said, her fingers wrapping around my cock. She rolled her cheek up and down the opposite side of the shaft. “You don’t want me gagging until I throw up.”

“But, I went–”

“Not in the first minute you didn’t,” Marie said. “Let me set the speed.”

Ira flicked my ear again.

“Ow! Quit it!” I said.

“No, you need to know that this isn’t about you getting great head, this is about mastering your superpowers. With great head comes failed ... Well, I fucked up the Spider-man thing, but stop being in control.”

“Yeah,” Marie said, lifting her lips to the head of my cock and giving it a quick little peck. “This is about us and our control.”

“Should we clear the pipes a few times first?” I asked. “You know how I can keep going, right?”

“Ow!” I covered my flicked ear.

“You didn’t slow down after a cum,” Ira said. “You just needed to refuel. Let us do our job.”

“Yeah, right... Our job...” Marie rolled her eyes and rolled her lips over her teeth as she slipped my cockhead onto her tongue.

I took a deep breath and put my hands on my knees. I wanted to grab fistfuls of Marie’s hair. I wanted to smirk at her, ignore her request, and fuck her throat.

In my mind, that threat of vomit was not a possibility.

That wasn’t what this was about.

This was about Paula’s cracking mind.

This was about Vickie and Lynsey’s fighting spins.

This was about Avril thinking I was a fling.

This was about peeling Dove off the zero spin floor.

This was about stitching the damage I had done to Vickie’s brains back together.

This was about Kitty.

This was about me.

I opened one eye. Marie was gurgling wetly. I watched Ira who had her hands knotted together as she looked on in giddy excitement.

Marie was ready to suck and fuck and be loved for it.

My powers worked perfectly for them.

The two least necessary to fix girls were the ones to get this done.

I caught Ira’s finger before she flicked my ear again.

“Dude, she’s sucking your dick, stop eye-fucking the other girl in the room.” Ira ran her hand over Marie’s hairband. Marie clenched her eyes tightly closed and bobbed her head more. I was rolling towards the back of her throat but she was only handling the front third of my cock. Ira flicked her eyes at me. “It’s rude to ignore a girl.”

“Agreed,” I said, slapping my hand on Ira’s asscheek and dragging her over to me so I could take a mouthful of her right tit. “Ah wonn agnoh uh pwatty guhl agun.”

“Boys are so fucking simple,” Ira sighed, she started stroking my hair. She grabbed my nose and pulled me tighter on her boob.

Marie was aggressively and sloppily gobbing saliva down on my cock. Her whole spine, down to her tailbone, rippled with the worm of her blowjob. She had her wrists crossed primly under her tits and did all of the work with her mouth.

Her lips and tongue rolled over me the most. Blowjobs are awesome! If there wasn’t pussy, I’d still love getting my cock in women. Ignoring the fact that neither women nor I would exist.

“Goddammit!” I grinned, popping my mouth off of Ira’s brown tit. She wiped the saliva off her brown nipple and smeared it over my face.

“You’re such a spazz,” Ira said, laughing. She bent down and kissed me. She really put her all into it, her fingers tightening in my hair and trying to lift me off my ankles. Marie’s headbutt to my bellybutton kept me grounded. Ira broke the kiss with a large wet smack.

“You kiss good,” I said.

“Yeah, I had my run of pretty girls who wanted to practice but never wanted to cum back in high school,” she said. “It’s so-oo much better at university!”

Marie gulped sloppily around my cock as Ira smacked Marie’s ass.

“I’m glad you’re here,” I said, pulling Ira against me. She lifted her right leg and settled her knee down on the bed. She leaned her head on my shoulder. “I like having a team when I fuck my girls.”

“You’ve got Fox,” Ira said.

“He can get his own league,” I said. “Besides, he doesn’t want to be anywhere near his sisters.”

I settled my hand on Marie’s skull, but then I saw how askew Marie’s glasses had become. I reached down and picked them off of her face. She had her eyes mostly closed anyways. I put them in Ira’s hands. She grinned and slipped them on her face.

“How do I look?” she smiled.

“Like I wanted to cum all over your face,” I said, brightly.

She flicked me in the ear. Her nail smacked right into the canal. It really sent me twitching. Ira hopped up, drummed her palms on Marie’s buttcheeks.

“I’m putting your glasses down on the left of Jordan’s computer,” Ira said.

Marie gulped a thank you.

I was feeling it now. I was sticking in the back of her throat. The ring of Marie’s neck muscles rippled and eased me into her esophagus. I could relax and blast my–

I snatched Ira’s hand out of the air. She reached down with her left and dragged Marie gaping off of my cock. I shuddered, but I had stopped. I took a deep breath. Marie glugged down oxygen until she belched.

“Excuse me...” she muttered.

“Tag out pretty, he’s getting too hot,” Ira reached under Marie grabbing an elbow and the meat of the thigh. Ira roll-tossed Marie over my knee and onto her back. She hopped in front of me, licked her fingers and grabbed my cock tightly.

“You’re not gonna use these pretty lips,” I asked, grabbing Ira’s grin and pulling the lower lip down from her teeth.

“The plan is to keep you going up, not burning you out.”

Marie kissed the back of my neck and slipped off my bed. She grabbed my big bathrobe which I had thrown against the wardrobe after my shower. She slipped into a pair of Ira’s flip-flops.

“I’ll check with Dove,” Marie said, coming back and kissing the pair of us on the lips. She put her finger right up in my face after. “Don’t throw her down and fuck her stupid. And she doesn’t need to go crazy to fuck you either. Keep it in control.”

I got another quick peck on the lips and she left my room.

Ira pulled her eyes back from Marie’s leaving butt. Ira had kept her wrist pumping the whole while.

“Spit and cock is slippery,” Ira said.

I could hyper focus on her mind, when it was hers alone. I could see it as a stack of spinning plates. I still couldn’t pick out individual thoughts, intuitions, feelings. Whatever I thought of as her brain and most of the girls thought of as her heart.

“Pussy’s pretty wet,” I said, reaching down and rubbing Ira’s flushed red lips. She smiled.

“Your fingers are a bit too big to do that right,” she said.

“Your fingers are just right for my dick, Goldilocks,” I said.

“Fuck you, Papa Bear,” Ira snorted. “There’s one thing I’m not,” she fluffed her midnight black hair, “and that’s Goldilocks.”

“There’s one thing you are,” I said, grabbing her breast and pulling her lips to mine. “Is mine.”

“I know!” she said. She was giddy but she was winding down from her double digits with just the pair of us. I wondered if I could go inside her mind and make her heterosexual. More hetero. Maybe I should make the other girls a bit more lesbian?

“I’m down from my high,” I said, lightly kissing her. I put my hand on her head.

She looked down and her rocking wrist. She watched the head of my cock squeeze out of her tight fingers with every down stroke. She leaned left and looked at the door. She rocked her shoulders back and grabbed my hand from the top of her head.

“My jaw’s a little sore, but...” she lifted her leg and reached it back and around my butt. I grabbed her ass by both cheeks and leaned back as she had to let me go. It was easy enough to drag her opening straight towards me. I ran my cock in a circle trying to get purchase. I met Ira’s eyes and eased her down.

She jumped frustratingly up and away from my cock as the door swung inward.

“Oh, hey, Marie’s grabbing some Advil from Vickie’s dresser and then she’ll be back,” Dove said.

“You’re tits aren’t out,” I said, dragging Ira further onto my cock as Dove shut the door hard. “Can’t have that.”

“I got the short straw, figured I’d stay out of things until I could run down and grab your laundry,” Dove said, shaking her head. Her mind was a zero. I flicked at it, in the direction Ira was spinning. Dove grinned and accelerated herself up to a five. “Hey now! Do you want your clothes to get stolen?”

“I don’t want to wear clothes ever again,” I said, finally seating myself deep into Ira. She tightened her arms around my neck, reinforcing her grip and rolling her body into me. Dove rubbed Ira’s shoulder.

“Your tits aren’t out,” Ira said, looking through her bangs. “Can’t have that.”

Dove shook her head. The door opened again, Marie brought a seven brain into the room.

“Do you know what he feels like when he’s gonna cum?” Marie said, flatly looking at the girl on my cock. “Is he gonna let you off when he gets too close?”

“That’s your job, he gets really distracted by a good flick to his ears.” Ira said.

I flicked Ira in the ear.

Oh my god, all three women were pissed at me. And one of them, I don’t know if it was Ira or Marie, had never been so turned on by the act.

“You can’t do that!”

“We’re trying to help you?”

“You think I’m just begging for cock?”

Turnabout wasn’t fairplay.

“Yeah, actually, Ira. I think that is how you’re turning out,” Dove said quietly.

“It’s like you just discovered chocolate and now all you can think about is getting fat,” Marie added nodding.

I was glad for the moving of the spotlight and I was smart enough not to pile on and bring everything back to me. Instead, I grabbed Ira tightly around the waist in a bearhug. I started jumping her whole torso up and down my cock. She was clenching, like she was scrambling for a handhold before she fell off a cliff. But with her pussy.

“Ow! Crap!” I flinched from Dove’s flick in the ear. Marie’s just knocked around the upper shell but Dove’s nail clapped across the little bulge that protects the ear canal. It slowed her fingernail down but not enough to prevent the full follow through. “Fucking stop that!”

“You were getting red-faced,” Marie said.

“I don’t want ear abuse associated with getting laid,” I said, dragging Ira down and grinding her around in circles. “So quit it!”

“Yeah...” Dove said, she flicked her eyes at her phone. She frowned.

Ira started moaning extra sexily. Marie elbowed Dove.

“Fine!” Dove said. I had lost track of whose mind was the six, the seven, or the ten. There was no slow descent like there had been with just Ira and me. Dove grabbed Ira by hugging around her shoulders, dragging Ira’s arms off of my neck and dragging her back off of my cock. I still had Ira’s waist. She bent bonelessly. Marie grabbed my wrist.

I let go, watching Dove and Marie drag Ira away. Her wet pink mess slid off of my cock. She kicked off the wall and fell with Dove to the floor. Marie stepped over the pair of them and settled herself in front of me.

“Dove’s gonna stay sidelined until after your clothes are washed,” Marie explained, untying my robe and letting it fall of her dark body. I pushed out of my sitting position and bowled her over onto her back.

I missed her lips, kissed her chin, then pushed her head further back and claimed her neck. She folded both of her legs outside my left hip but I rolled up her higher asscheek and spread apart her pussy and ass.

“C’mon, get up you crazy cunt,” Dove groaned and tossed Ira onto the far bed. Also fully made with another set of Vickie’s sheets. These were girly pink with something white. I didn’t give them much attention. If I was looking over there at all, I was seeing Ira kneeling and bent over the corner of the bed while a grumbly, but happy Dove, was squatting down and opening Ira up the way I had Marie.

So I wasn’t looking over more than that quarter-second glance. I had Marie. I stretched her out towards the foot of the bed. She reached up and pushed herself back with her hands on the side of my desk. I dragged my cock across her pussy.

Ira had been wetter.

Marie was gushing.

I groaned and thrust myself into my girl. I lifted myself up from her throat and smirked.

“Don’t go blasting inside of me,” she whimpered. She twisted her lips in frustrated self-incrimination. She responded by swinging her ankles and feebly kicking my calf and the air behind my butt. “We’re doing this for a purpose.”

“I know,” I said, grinning. I really wanted to get this figured out. But I had to compete that desire with the immediate desire to batter Marie’s already sore body into an inanimate pile of goo. I started fucking hard.

“I don’t want you to stop!” Ira moaned.

“Then stop kicking me and let me take care of you,” Dove countered.

“You’ve got really great fingers...” Ira moaned.

“You’re still flopping around like a–”

“Jordan!” Ira growled.

Marie was a panting mess and I wasn’t much better draped over her. She groaned and thrashed as I slowed to a stop at the bellowing of my name.

“Right,” Dove said, standing up and swatting her left hand up and down, spattering the carpet with Ira’s drips. “C’mon now, Jordan. You gotta hold off.”

She reached over and hugged me, biting my neck as she reached down and pushed a shaking Marie off of my cock.

“Oh my god...” Marie moaned pathetically.

Ira popped over the edge of the bed and reached out and grabbed Marie. Marie shrieked as she was dragged over the bed and landed on Ira.

“Fine!” Dove said. She lifted off of me and settled down on her knees, still fully dressed. I let her ease me back. She settled down and grabbed my balls and the shaft. She started infuriatingly slowly.

Marie and Ira were moaning on the floor. I crossed my hands together behind my head and grinned up at the roof.

“C’mon now, don’t go into that head of yours,” Dove said. “Stay in the moment. Stay present.”

Ira popped up again, because she had threaded her thighs with Marie’s. Ira leaned back, shoulder blades on my mattress, left arm reached out for me. I grabbed her fingers and ran my thumb over her knuckles.

“See, I don’t just want cock,” Ira said, quite defensively. She started circling her pussy hard into Marie’s. Marie was giving back as hard.

“Holy fuck, I was so close, don’t ease up now!” Marie started panting.

We all, not Dove, flinched when Dove let go of my cock slapped her hand flatly down on my stomach.

“Present, Jordan.”

“Right,” I said, nodding. “Back to work, soldier.”

“You’re a weird guy,” Dove shook her head and grabbed my cock again. I tried to hump, lifting my hips off the bed but Dove slowed her hands in response.

Marie’s eager grunting wasn’t helping cool me down. Ira sounded warm and patient as she groaned backup vocals.

I didn’t have to be patient!

These were my girls!

Dove was there for me to take!

I bit the inside of my cheek. I knotted my fists as tightly as they could go. I punched the bed. Dove’s fingers let go of me.