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A Man of Singular Talent (AMOST) - Ladybug	By : Mephisto_Pegari Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 8092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Miraculous - Adventures of Ladybug and Cat Noir', nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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There's a knock on the door to the hotel room, which after a pause is repeated more loudly. The girls are in natural sleep, so eventually Marinette (her Ladybug costume long removed and her pajamas restored) wakes and gets the door. I hear Caline's voice through the bathroom door, answered by a sleepy Marinette.
"Ah, tu es là. Comment te sens-tu, Marinette ?"
"Je me sens bien... je crois..."
"as-tu dormis toute la journée ?"
"Je... oui, je crois. Je me sens pourtant encore vraiment fatiguée."
Between the bathroom door and the door frame is a tiny crack, illuminated by the light from the hallway. By putting my eye against the crack I can see both Caline and Marinette.
"Tu n'es pas malade ?"
"...Non, je ne crois pas."
"Très bien. Dors encore un peu, nous allons voir comment tu te sens demain matin."
"Oui, Mademoiselle Bustier.."
"Bonne nuit Marinette."
"Bonne nuit Mademoiselle Bustier."
I had originally planned to make my exit after confirming my adventures had gone undetected. However, seeing the redhead teacher and her cute student together gives me another idea.
I take control of Caline, removing her speaking ability. Marinette is clearly expecting Caline to leave; instead she lets out a squeak of surprise as Caline puts her hand across Marinette's mouth. Caline's other hand reaches to open the bathroom door. I quickly retreat to the shower, closing the glass door just as Marinette staggers backwards into the bathroom by Caline. Through a clear patch in the smoked glass pattern of the shower door I can see Caline pushing Marinette against the sink. Marinette is too preoccupied to notice, but Caline's shocked expression makes it clear that the teacher is just as taken aback by her actions as her student.
"MMf! Qu-mmm!"
Marinette is making a lot of noise as she struggles against Caline. I reach into Marinette's mind and lower the volume of her voice (in my imagination I picture a volume dial on a speaker). The next part is tricky; rather than simply order her body not to resist Caline, I damp down the urgency of Marinette's movements without completely removing her ability to make them. I have to constantly work to maintain this kind of control. Marinette's movements become weaker, slower. Caline is able to keep Marinette in place despite the teen's feeble attempts to escape.
Caline keeps one hand on Marinette's mouth, holding her head up. The other hand finds the waistband of Marinette's pajamas. Marinette's voice rises an octave or two as Caline pulls her pajama pants and panties down, managing to get them over her hips and down to the top of her legs. Caline removes her hand from Marinette's mouth, but I reduce Marinette's voice further, so all the teen can manage is a whisper as Caline lifts her up and sits her on the sink.
Oh! Que ? Que faites vous ? Mademoiselle Bustier ? Ah!
Caline rapidly tugs at Marinette's pajamas and panties, pulling them down and off her body. Marinette automatically opens her legs a little, and Caline wastes no time in placing her hand on the teen girl's exposed pussy. On my mental orders, Marinette begins to feel the warm glow of arousal from her pussy, as Caline starts stroking her hand over the outer lips.
From my viewing position in the shower I can see Caline's face reflected in the mirror above the sink. Her brow is furrowed in complete confusion, her eyes fixed forwards as she watches herself abuse the dark-haired teen. Marinette's mouth opens in a gasp as her teacher pushes a finger into her tight pussy.
Watching the scene from a distance is fun, but my dick is straining against the fabric of my pants in its eagerness to get involved. I'm just about to take my own clothes off so I can emerge from the shower ready for action, when I hear a voice outside the bathroom.
“Mademoiselle Bustier ? Je sais que vous êtes là, je vous ai vu entrer, quelqu’un a été dans ma chambre et je me demandais si vous… oh ! “
A blonde teen girl enters the bathroom, her expression of outrage changing rapidly to surprise as she sees the scene before her. It only lasts a moment before she screams, turns tail and runs out.
I slam open the bathroom door and stumble out after the girl, ignoring Marinette and Caline. I hadn't gotten Caline to close or lock the door to the hotel room. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
The girl is already in the corridor, raising hell.
“Aaaah! Mademoiselle Bustier, Marinette!? Je ne peux pas, c’est tout simplement… Urgh!"
Doors open and students poke their heads out as the blonde girl loudly tries to process what she has seen. Which of course means they also see me exiting Marinette's room. I have to shut this down. Right now.
The blonde girl falls silent and stands still the instant I send the right mental commands. Sweeping my gaze across the hall I do the same for everyone I see - I cannot send a command to several people at once, so I have to do it one by one, as quick as I can. I am also unable to issue commands to people I cannot see, so the next step is to enter every room with an open door and prevent the occupants from escaping. It helps that my methods don't sound alarming - no shouting or screaming or running, just a bunch of people standing quietly in a corridor. Still, at least couple of times I catch a student just before they dial for help on their cellphones.
In this manner I work my way through every room on this corridor (scanning further shows no signs of concern from the other side of the elevators). I get to the last room. The door had been opened by a large male student which I had earlier ordered to motionlessness. As soon as I order him aside I hear a voice inside the room say:
"Plagg, transforme moi !"
I am hit by a wave of energy, identical in form to my earlier encounter with Ladybug. This strike is shortly followed by being physically hit in the stomach by some thrown object, knocking the air out of me. I don't have the opportunity to see what it is before someone leaps out of the room and bowls me over. The carpet in the hallway is soft, which is just as well as my head thumps hard against it. My vision swims. When it clears I look up to see a blonde man clad in black leather, standing over me with his foot on my chest. I can sense power warping reality around him. Oh great, another superhero.
"Did you do this? What have you done to my friends?"
His English is strongly accented but clear enough. Judging by the black mask, cat ears and leather strap tail I assume this is the male superhero I saw in Ladybug's memories, "Cat Noir". I only defeated Ladybug because I managed to damage her talents before she fully activated them; I have no such advantage against this one.
Cat Noir is looking around at the corridor full of frozen students.
"Kim? Nathaniel? Ivan? Secouez-vous les gars!"
He looks genuinely concerned for these people - of course, he must be one of the students. And he's a hero... okay, I can work with this.
I turn my head enough to look down the corridor and send commands to everyone I see. Half a dozen students turn and run towards us, their faces showing confusion and fear but their bodies obeying my commands.
"Quoi? Non, descends, maintenant!"
I feel the pressure on my chest relieved as the first student to reach us (the large male student from before) leaps and tackles Cat Noir with full force, knocking him off me. The superhero fends off the next attack, but is less lucky against the second student, who manages to land a kick on the back of one of Cat Noir's knees.
"Ow! Hé, stop! Je ne voulais pas lui faire ma.. Aïe!"
I drag myself to my hands and knees as Cat Noir disappears beneath a pile of students. He won't hurt his friends, but under my command they have no such qualms. Still, he will break free eventually. I adjust the orders I have given the students and they start tearing at Cat Noir's clothes, searching for his totem.
"Non, donnez-moi… ne tirez pas dessus, C’est mon.. hé !"
I feel reality snapping back into place as a black object comes flying out from the scuffle. In mid-air the illusion drops and Cat Noir's totem lands on the carpet a foot from me. Another cartoon-character doll, black this time but otherwise much the same as Ladybug's. There's a ring as well; presumably the two items are related somehow. I struggle to my feet and pick up the totem and the ring. When doing so I notice my hands are shaking; the adrenalin rush is wearing off, leaving me simply anxious and fearful. The fear numbs my thinking, but does nothing to alleviate the pain rising from my various bruises and knocks. I close my fists around the objects until the jittering stops, and then throw them both down the hall.
Without his totem Cat Noir is powerless - actually, that isn't true but he believes it. So when I order the students to stop attacking and move off, I see a normal teenage boy, curled into a fetal position. Slim with short blonde hair, wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, he doesn't look threatening at all. I order him to sleep, and his eyes close immediately. Sitting down next to him I wait a while until I feel well enough, then close my eyes and get to work.
I've learned my lesson from the last time, and so I am able to complete my task without triggering his mental defenses. Soon Adriene Agreste (Cat Noir's civilian identity) is no longer possessed of special talents. Nor does he remember ever being a superhero. Just a normal teenage boy.
Crisis over, I open my eyes and look around. What a mess. Students everywhere standing to attention, doors open - I'm very lucky there are no cameras around. My eyes alight on the female student who started this whole episode, still motionless in the corridor where I had left her. Medium height, slim build (are all French teenage girls this svelte?), she has honey blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. She is currently turned away from me, which has the disadvantage that I cannot see her face, but the advantage that I can see her pert round ass nicely filling out a pair of white capri pants. Reaching into her mind I am not surprised to find this is Chloé Bourgeois. Evidently she had noticed the missing Ladybug costume and other, uh, items, and gone to complain to her teacher.
Chloé can wait. I spend the next ten minutes shepherding the students into their rooms, setting them to sleep and editing their memories. I work as fast as I can, fear of discovery and further danger pushing me on - a bunch of people playing statues in the hotel corridor would be hard to explain. Fortunately I find some painkillers in one room, which alleviates my aching head.
I'm just finished when I remember Caline and Marinette. Looking back into the bathroom I find a nearly passed out Marinette, still sitting on the bathroom sink, pinned against the wall by Caline. I did not change my commands while I was busy dealing with the emergency, but most of the fight had gone out of Marinette by then anyway. Caline has been relentlessly plowing her fingers into Marinette's sopping wet pussy for half an hour already. The redhead teacher has managed to get four fingers into the teen, who is limp with exhaustion at fighting her attacker. Both of them notice me in the bathroom doorway; two pairs of eyes look pleadingly at me to stop. I just smile and watch.
I extract some information from Caline's mind without halting their performance. Apparently the tour group's plans for tomorrow are pretty simple; no-one would miss them for a day. Good; now that I don't have to sneak around as much I have plans for this group. But I'm not fit for anything without some rest. On my command Caline disengages from Marinette, who hops off the sink with a wince before being treated to the same memory wipe and sleep commands as the rest of the students. Everyone but Caline and I are now sound asleep; I accompany the redhead teacher to her room. I barely have time to order her to sleep before half-collapsing into bed beside her and falling into deep slumber.
One long sleep later I feel like my old self again. Chloé's room is feeling crowded, despite its size. Chloé stands in the center of the bedroom, her light blue eyes looking fearfully around. She clearly takes care of her appearance; her looks are accentuated by blue eye shadow, nude lipstick and light peach blush. Her skin is lightly tanned. Her black and white striped shirt fits tight across her body. She is small-chested, probably a similar size to Juleka. I stand a couple of inches in front of her and look straight into her eyes; as she looks up at me her expression flits between fearful and indignant. Both looks are attractive in their own ways.
Surrounding us are a selection of people that I had pulled from other rooms. Four male students, including Adrien; four female students - Juleka, Lila, Marinette and another called Alya; and one redhead teacher. All have washed (the girls especially well in certain places), dressed and awaited further instructions as per my earlier commands. The remaining students will be having very long lie-ins today.
Chloé flinches when I speak up.
"Chloé Bourgeois. You've caused me a lot of trouble. What are we to do with you..."
Now the crisis has passed and my adrenaline levels have returned to something like normal I realize I feel considerable anger towards this girl for bringing me so close to catastrophe. Not that she deserves such anger, of course, but at this moment I don't particularly care. I raise my arms and announce.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today's entertainment, Chloé Bourgeois!"
I release Chloé's speaking ability at the same time as I send other commands to her. The blonde teen's hips start to sway as she slowly turns in place.
"Que? Que faites-vous, Je vous demande de me lacher! Savez-vous qui est mon père ? Je Hé, Non ! Je ne dis pas celà à… "
Chloé is indignant at being made to dance in front of everyone, her tone becomes more strident when her hands grab the end of her shirt and start pulling it up over her head.
"Vous ne pouvez pas ne faire ça! Ce n’est pas juste! Arretez-le bande d’idiots, Je.., Non, s’il vous plait !"
Chloé's top lands on the floor next to her, revealing a peach-colored lace bra. Very pretty, very easily removed. As Chloé lowers her arms she crosses them over her stomach, pushing her small pert breasts up while still turning on the spot. Taking a quick mental scan around the room, I find the expected fear and panic, but also strong whiffs of satisfaction - it seems her fellow students strongly dislike poor Chloé. Chloé herself is terrified, but she is trying her best to hide it under a thin layer of outrage. Her cheeks are blushing furiously red, but her eyes are fixing on every person surrounding her as she turns, willing them to look away. I order her hands to start undoing her belt, and soon she is rolling her tight capri pants down her shapely legs.
"Que personne ne regarde! Tous ceux qui me regarderons aurons des prob… hé!, non, ne me baissez pas… ! Qu’est ce qui ne va pas chez-vous ! "
Chloé's pants and shoes join the pile of clothes next to her and her round ass comes into view, clad only in a small lace thong that matches her bra. I make sure she is facing away from me as she bends at the waist to pull down her last piece of clothing, giving me an unobstructed view of her firm ass and clean-shaved pussy. I have her rotate one more time before standing to face me, completely naked but still barking out orders.
"Vous me le paierez, monsieur. Je ne sais pas comment vous faîtes cela, mais je suis une amie personnelle de LadyBug, et quand elle saura ce qui s’est passé ici, elle viendra vous botter les fesses !"
I think I distinguish the word "Ladybug" in her tirade but I'm not sure. Instead of answering, I simply start taking off my own clothes. Chloé looks around in shock to see everyone else doing the same. I add a few extra mental commands to the boys (except Adriene) and soon their arousal is clear to everyone in the room. I send similar commands to Chloé, although she does not notice.
I myself need no mental prompting to get erect; as I walk towards Chloé her eyes fix on my bobbing dick. I reach out and run one hand from her neck, over her small but firm breasts and down to between her legs.
"Ne me touchez pas, Sale type! Oh !"
I play with her pussy lips a little, and feel cool metal. Some kind of piercing. I take hold of it and gently tug, pulling her pussy lips down. Chloé's eyes dart around her, watching her classmates as they watch her being intimately touched.
"What's wrong Chloé? I thought you liked being the center of attention."
"Parlez en français imbecile! Et ne me touchez plus !"
"Good, keep up that tone babe. The longer you can keep it together the more fun it will be when you break."
I snap my fingers (the ones not currently exploring her increasingly damp pussy) and the two larger boys step up behind Chloé and grab an arm each. They lift her and march her over to the bed, where she lands with a soft thump.
"Ah! Arretez Kim! Ivan! Que faites-vous-argh!"
I release Chloé's body from my mental grip. She immediately turns onto her back and tries to get off the bed, but again the make students are at her side, taking hold of her arms. Caline and the third boy take hold of her flailing legs before they touch the ground and keep them apart while I move to stand between them. Chloé is held down, on her back with her hips on the edge of the bed. Her pussy is fully exposed, wet and glistening; a steel barbell piercing glints from the depths of her folds. The blonde teen is jostling and jerking, trying to shake off her attackers, but to no avail. She doesn't stop struggling even as I place one hand on her hip and use the other to line up my dick to her pussy.
"So, babe, I was wondering. I know you've had any number of plastic pals in you, but have you ever had the real thing?"
"Laissez moi tranquille- Ladybug! Au secours Ladybug? Où êtes-vous! J’ai besoin de votre aide!"
Chloé's struggles make me miss the first couple of times, but on the third time I hit my mark. My dick sinks into the blonde teen's pussy a good five inches on the first penetration. Looks like she really has been using the toys I found in her room. Still, her pussy is warm and inviting, her vaginal walls stroking the head of my dick as it parts her flesh. Chloé's head tilts back and she releases a guttural moan, half of horror and half of exasperation. As I start pumping my dick insider her, the slim teen's moan continues, punctuated by what I assume are unkind words.
"Oh... oh! Putainnn!! Arrtez-uuh! Stop-ah fils de pute - aah!- Mon dieu –oh!-Ladybuuuug!"
After a brief pause to get over the shock of having me inside her, Chloé resumes trying to wrest herself free of her fellow students' grip. The effort is useless, but does have the effect of moving her hips around, swirling my dick inside her as I thrust in and out. I have to hold onto her hips with both hands to keep from falling out, but otherwise her movements serve only to heighten the sensations. I fuck her all the harder in response, my hips slamming into hers as I push my dick completely inside the teen blonde's pussy. The barbell piercing rubs against me in a most pleasurable way, almost like a finger inside her pussy running along my shaft.
"Oh-mon dieu-oh!-Putain-AH!-Sortez de là, espèce de fils de pute !"
Suddenly I step back from Chloé. My dick slips out of her pussy with a wet schlooping sound. It takes a moment for the girl to notice, by which time I have stepped to one side and issued some further commands to the other students. Juleka and Lila take the place of one of the larger male students, together holding down one of Chloé's arms, while the boy moves to between Chloé's legs. He takes hold of Chloé's hips and enters her, immediately starting a methodical pumping motion.
"Oh!-Je-"Ah!-Hé, Qu’est-ce que tu fais? - um, Kim, Que quoi!, no, Kim, Non, merde, non! Ah! Oh! Kim! Stop! Merrr.."
I take a seat in a chair facing the bed and watch as Chloé's abuse continues. While I do so, I wave Marinette over and she kneels in front of me. The dark-haired girl stares nervously at my dick, erect and wet with Chloé's pussy juices. Her fears are confirmed as I part my legs and she shuffles forward. I allow her to speak, and she immediately starts speaking in a pleading tone.
"Oh là là, non. Ne me faîtes pas faire ça. Je n’ai jamais..."
I look down at her cute innocent face, inches from my dick.
"Suck me, Marinette."
The teen girl's head moves forward, her mouth opens and once again I watch the ex-superhero take the head of my dick between her lips. Her eyes narrow in disgust as she tastes Chloé's juices on me, then widen as she moves further forward and my dick probes deeper into her mouth. As before, Marinette's tongue lies flat and her lips do all the work, wrapped tight around my shaft as she bobs her head up and down. Her pigtails sway back and forth, and I idly wrap them around my hands before pulling them toward me, pushing Marinette to take me deeper inside until my dick touches the back of her mouth. She gives an indistinct "MMF!" at this, but I pull her head down firmly and soon my dick enters her throat. She automatically tries to swallow, her throat muscles massaging my dick. I move one hand to the back of her head, keeping her in place, while my other hand reaches down and finds a nipple. A little twist and again Marinette squeals and tries to swallow my dick, both actions sending little waves of pleasure through me. I don't want her to pass out just yet though, so I release her head and she jolts back, coughing and spluttering.
"Nice work, babe. Hey Adrien, get over here."
Adrien has been silently watching Chloé's assault (because that's what I order him to do). I had carefully scanned his mind before waking him, which confirms what I already knew - Cat Noir is long gone and will not return. My words don't seem to register, but as he feels his body move involuntarily he is pulled out of whatever distant place his mind had gone to try to escape the situation.
Marinette shifts a little to the side, creating space between my legs. The blonde teen boy takes to his knees next to the dark-haired teen girl. He looks up at me in puzzlement - has he not been paying attention or is he really this dumb?
"Time you made up for that nasty knock you gave me earlier. Marinette, show him how it's done."
Adriene's frown of confusion only deepens - he has no memory of almost defeating my as Cat Noir, after all. His look quickly changes to one of horror as his eyes turn toward Marinette. The teen girl's tongue has snaked out of her mouth and she is gently licking the shaft of my dick, up and down, before taking the tip in her open mouth and swirling her tongue around the head (yes, I had been giving her mental tips to improve her tongue-work. She's a student, this should be a learning experience). I decide to allow Adrien to speak.
"Waouh! Marinette, Mais pourquoi tu fais ça? Que-hé-urgh!"
Marinette's mouth has moved down to suck my balls, allowing Adrien to taste his first dick. As his tongue touches my shaft his eyes narrow in disgust. His evident distaste at his task makes no difference however, as his body is fully in my control. Still, it is fun to listen to them talk as they lick and suck my hard dick.
"Ah! Merde, c’est-beurk!"
"Adrien, pas toi aussi, c’est… ah ! ce type… Comment fait-il… mff!"
"Je ne sai, pouah !, sais pas, Marinentte, où est Lady, beuh !, Ladybug et Chat Noi-glumph !"
I watch in contentment as Adrien and Marinette, formerly the teen superheroes Cat Noir and Ladybug, kneel naked between my legs and work together to pleasure me. Neither of them are experienced (Marinette of course has no memory of her earlier violations), but in combination my dick is being thoroughly coated in saliva, gently coaxed into ever higher feelings of pleasure.
I briefly look up to check all is well with Chloé. Yes, she is still spitting fire at everyone around her, while her classmate almost robotically fucks her pussy. I worry that he could climax too soon, so I reach into his head and tweak his arousal levels, not enough to deflate his erection but enough that he won't be filling Chloé with cum any time soon.
Once I have done this, I notice there is one person still standing awaiting orders. Alya Césaire's skin is an even light brown, making her stand out a little from the rest of the group. She's also quite curvy for a fifteen year old girl, still slim but with hips that flare out to a noticeably round ass. Her breasts are larger than her friends' also - the main reason I decided to bring her along to the party. I'm pleased to see that they look just as good naked as they did clothed. The underside of her breasts curve up smoothly without a hint of sag, ending in dark nipples that stand erect in the air-conditioned room. Moving my gaze upwards I admire her wavy shoulder-length hair, brown at the top and shading to red near the ends. Alya sports a wide mouth and hazel eyes, with a beauty mark just above her right eyebrow. She hasn't noticed my attention yet; her gaze seems firmly fixed on Marinette. A friend perhaps... yes. A dive into her mind shows they are best friends. That's nice, I'll have to make sure they get to know each other even better.
I don't bother calling her over - I only vocalize my commands for fun, and I'm having plenty of fun already - so Alya is even more surprised when she suddenly starts walking over to me. She tears her eyes off Marinette as she approaches and looks at me. Her expression is one of simple dread, her lips thin and taught at the prospect of becoming another of my victims. I doubt the scene in front of her is much comfort - Marinette is kissing the skin between my dick and my legs while Adrien struggles to fit as much of my dick in his mouth as he can, eyes watering from the effort. I watch Alya's her breasts bounce as she walks towards me, until she reaches my side and leans down. Our lips meet and we start to kiss. I bring one hand up and feel the supple skin of her breasts as they hang from her body - smooth and firm. Her lips taste of some fruit-flavored lipstick.
Now that every person has something to do, the scene in the room stays much the same for a while. Chloé is unrelenting in her anger, spitting out a constant stream of strident French. The guys fucking her are just as unrelenting however - I swapped the first one out for another boy, and then the third, mostly just for variety. None of these students have been allowed to climax of course, blue balls all round - myself included, as I have Marinette and Adrien vary the intensity of their double blowjob to keep me on the edge. At times they make only the lightest of touches with the tips of their tongues teasing the head of my cock; at other times I have one of them force the other's head up and down my shaft (the one without a mouthful of dick is usually apologizing profusely to the other or looking up at me, begging me to stop - fun times). Alya turns out to be a proficient kisser, and I enjoy having a third mouth on me as I take the time to explore her body, cupping her breasts, running my hand over her flat stomach and stroking my fingers over and between her prominent pussy lips, partly obscured by curly dark hairs.
To distract myself I delve into the students' minds, getting a handle on the group dynamics. It's clear that everyone dislikes Chloé; even her teacher Caline finds her insufferable. I find a few hate-fuck fantasies involving the blonde girl in the minds of the male students, but no genuine affection. Marinette and Alya's friendship is deep, but has not extended into any sexual experimentation, unfortunately. The relationship between Marinette and Adrien is more complex. In short, Adrien has strong feelings for Ladybug, who he does not realize is (or was) Marinette, while Marinette has a crush on Adrien to which Adrien is completely oblivious. Marinette has no such tender feelings for Cat Noir. How utterly teenage. Still, it gives me something more to play with.
I order Alya to disengage from my mouth and instead apply her talents to kissing my ear, neck and shoulder. This clears my view to see Adrien bobbing his head with his lips wrapped tightly around my shaft, while Marinette is pulling the skin of my dick down at the base to fully expose the sensitive head to Adrien's ministrations. She looks up at me as I speak.
"Does Adrien look good like this, Marinette? Not nearly as good as he feels, believe me."
"Comment, je ne comprend pas?"
"Gah, of course. Hey Alya, you speak any English?"
"... Yes."
"Great. Adrien does but I have better uses for his mouth right now. I was asking your friend Marinette if Adrien looks good sucking my dick. Relay that to her won't you."
"Go fuck yourself."
"Wow, okay. Got some spirit in you. That's good. Would you like to take Chloé's place for a while? She could probably do with a rest."
"I... no."
"Then do what I tell you and ask Marinette how Adrien looks."
"Alya? Qu’est-ce qu’il dit?"
"Des conneries, Marinette, ça n’a pas d’importance."
"Hey, I didn't hear Adrien's name in that. Ask the question or get your pussy stretched out by all your friends."
"Très bien! Putain... Marinette, Il veux que je te demande comment tu trouves Adrien là maintenant, vieux pervers"
"Quoi ?”
"Oui, je sais?"
"Well?"
"Ugh. Yes. Yes he does. Okay?"
"Good. Now ask her if she'd like him to stop."
"Veux-tu qu’Adrien arête ?"
"Oh oui, s’il vous plait!"
"Yes."
"Works for me. Alright Adrien, up you get."
Adrien's lips leave my dick and he stands, taking a step back. I remove his ability to speak, but Marinette speaks to Alya while she starts to kiss my shaft.
"Remercie le."
"Quoi? ¨Même pas en rêve, remercier ce pervers."
"Fais-le Alya!"
"Marinette says thank you."
"Oh, she'll have even more to be thankful about soon. Take a look."
I allow Marinette and Alya to pause and turn to look at Adrien. Marinette's face blushes bright red as she sees Adrien's erection standing proud. I had of course tweaked his arousal levels but it didn't take as much as I expected; I guess someone who leaps about Paris in tight black leather is going to have a freaky side.
"Hey Adrien, did you know Marinette has a crush on you? Like, big time?"
Adrien cannot respond, but he understands my words, and his eyes dart to Marinette. Apparently it was possible for Marinette to blush even redder. I quickly up Marinette's arousal levels in preparation.
"Get back there and give her what she wants, stud."
On my orders Marinette shifts position, rising on her hands and knees. Her ass is presented to Adrien, who kneels behind her. I can't see the moment that Adrien's dick enters Marinette's pussy, but the expression on her face is priceless. Her mouth opens in a gasp as she feels a man inside her for what (to her memory) is the first time. Her eyes shine, eyebrows raised high. I swear I see the corners of her mouth turn up - even in this scenario having her virginity (again, to her memory) taken by her teenage crush is something special.
I'm a little less sentimental, however. In fact, I take advantage of her open mouth to push her head down onto my dick. Her gasp of delight turns into a muffled gulp as my dick pushes once more into her throat. Adrien begins thrusting, jerking Marinette's head forward and sending more of my dick down the teen girl's throat.
As Adrien starts to get a rhythm going I turn to Alya. Marinette's eyes bug out as she starts to run out of air, the dick down her throat effectively cutting off her breathing.
"Alya, you should help your friend before she passes out."
"What? What are you - ooh no, don't you fucking dare, if you think I'm gonna-mmf!"
I let Marinette lift her head off my dick, placing her hands on my knees to allow her to raise up enough for Alya to bend down in front of her. As the dark-skinned girl's head descends her expletive-laden protests are cut short when my dick slides between her soft lips. My hand travels down her body as Alya bends over the arms of the chair, reaching the firm curve of her ass. Alya's breasts rest against my leg. Her hair falls forwards, briefly obscuring my view before I order her hand to lift her hair up; I can now watch stormy-faced girl glare straight ahead as my dick disappears into her mouth.
Marinette has steadied herself with her arms straight, hands on my knees, swaying back and forth while Adrien fucks her from behind. Her expression is priceless; a conflicted mess of despair and guilty pleasure, eyes closed tight, biting her lip to stop from crying out. Adrien also seems to be holding back; I remember how tight Marinette's pussy is, he must be trying very hard not to enjoy himself.
After so much attention my dick is starting to feel a little desensitized, but Alya's oral skills coax my libido back to life. Delving into her memory, I find no prior experience with blowjobs, or dicks generally. The girl just has natural talent. I share this observation with Alya; it's hard to tell her response with a mouthful of dick, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't a thank you. I shrug my shoulders, lean back in the chair and enjoy the experience. Alya's blowjob style is fast and aggressive, drawing back with her lips tight around the shaft before diving her head down, sucking me deep into her mouth as she goes. Every few strokes she pauses to open her mouth and flick her tongue roughly over the head of my dick, like she's trying to beat it into submission. It's an intense experience, made all the more enjoyable by watching her furious expression. I place my hand on her head, wrapping her thick locks of hair around my fingers. My other hand alternates between fondling her breasts and stroking her well-formed ass. I wait until Alya's lips are off my dick before addressing her.
"Wow, Alya, you have a magic mouth. I look forward to seeing how your other holes compare."
"Fuck you."
"Yes, you will. But -"
"Ha-fucking-ha, what clever wordplay."
"-BUT I have other things to attend to first. Now be a good girl and take over from Caline."
Alya doesn't reply as she stands up, most likely out of relief. I remove her ability to speak anyway. She pads over to the bed and replaces Caline holding one of Chloé's legs (I cannot resist sending Alya on her way with a hearty slap on her ass, hard enough that she stumbles a little). Caline walks over to me; I admire the sway of the redhead's hips as she walks, watching her pussy peeking out from the gap between her slender thighs. While this is happening I tweak Adrien and Marinette's commands; Adrien takes hold of Marinette's upper arms from behind and helps the girl into a standing position. This allows me to stand and face Caline.
Caline and I briefly make out; she presses her body against mine as I reach around to grab her ass. Then I disengage and step to one side.
"Caline, I believe you and Marinette have some unfinished business."
Caline sits on the chair I recently vacated. She lifts her legs over the armrests, spreading them wide apart. Marinette has a perfect view of her teacher's open pussy below the neat red landing strip of pubic hair. Marinette's view turns into a close-up as I order her to lower herself back down, returning her hands to the ground. Now, instead of Marinette blowing me her face is buried between Caline's legs; a few small commands later and Marinette is busy licking Caline's pussy, probing the depths with her tongue (Marinette is picking up new tongue skills a lot today). I order Adrien to slow down; he switches to long steady strokes, letting Marinette focus on eating out her hot teacher. I initiate Caline's arousal with a mental tweak, and soon Caline is looking down at the dark-haired girl in confusion as she feels her pussy warm up and her juices start to flow, despite her mind feeling no such arousal.
Satisfied with this scene I move on to the next, but not before checking Adrien's progress. The poor boy is trying very hard indeed not to climax; his face is a mask of concentration as he tries to think of something else, anything else to distract him.
"Good work, Adrien, keep pounding Marinette's pussy. What, are you worried you'll cum? Don't like the idea of being a teenage dad? Don't you think Marinette will still be pretty with a seven or eight pounds of baby in her?"
My words break Adrien's concentration, as intended. A spike of alarm from Marinette's mind show she heard them too.
"Don't worry stud. You aren't going to cum inside her. You aren't going to cum at all tonight, no matter how much you might want to."
I reach into Adrien's mind and reduce his arousal levels. His relief at being brought back from the brink is almost outweighed by his frustration at being denied climax. The more animalistic level of his mind desperately wants to fuck the girl's brains out; his fingers tense as they hold Marinette's hips. But I ordered slow and steady, and so slow and steady it is. With a smile I leave them to it and saunter over to the bed.
A lot of the fight has gone out of Chloé at this point. Being continuously fucked has worn down her struggles to sporadic bursts, mostly when one of the boys swaps out for another. Likewise her protests have ebbed to moaning and the occasional "Non", "Mon Deiu" and so on. Her body shines with a sheen of sweat. Her eyes are shut so she does not notice me approaching. She does notice however when the guy currently inside her withdraws and is not immediately replaced; instead she is lifted up and off the bed to land heavily on her knees on the floor. Hands that held her arms down now hold them behind her back, pushing her chest out. Chloé opens her eyes to see me looming over her, my dick hard and ready for her next violation.
I smile down at the blue-eyed blonde teen, take hold of my dick and slap it playfully against her face a couple of times. Chloé winces but otherwise doesn't react.
"Open up, babe."
"Quoi?"
I tut, reach down, place my thumb against her chin and open her mouth. She immediately snaps it shut again and looks directly at me with a baleful glare.
"Non, vous m’en avez assez fait, mon papa s’assurera que vous allies pourrir en prison"
"Oh good, you still have some fight in you."
This time I reach with my mind, and her mouth opens by itself, tongue sticking out, much to Chloé's obvious frustration. I'm careful to leave the rest of her body uncontrolled, however, something she proves by turning her head away. I'm about to order one of the male students to hold Chloé's head straight, but instead I decide that task should fall to Alya. The teen dutifully kneels beside Chloé, puts her arms behind the blonde's head and firmly turns her to face me. I let Alya speak, but she chooses not to.
"What's wrong Alya, don't you like me anymore?"
"I hate you, you fucking creep."
"Harsh, babe. Let's kiss and make up."
Alya's head darts forward and she places a quick kiss on the head of my dick.
"Better. Your turn, Chloé. Show me how much you like me."
My dick enters Chloé's mouth, her tongue running along the underside of my shaft. She manages a "Glmmph!" before my dick blocks further commentary. Her lips close around my shaft, and I hear Alya exclaim something in French as she watches me begin to fuck her classmates's mouth. My dick has been receiving a lot of stimulation so far without release, so I enjoy cutting loose and roughly pumping the blonde girl's mouth as her light blue eyes look up at me in alarm. It isn't the most comfortable of positions, half bending over a kneeling Chloé and thrusting my hips at her face, but I don't mind; my world shrinks down to the electric feelings of rapidly approaching orgasm.
With a heartfelt groan I feel my balls tighten, and my dick pulses as cum flies into Chloé's wet mouth. I quickly withdraw, and my next spurt goes across her nose and into one eye. Chloé is too shocked to even close her eye; it takes another burst of cum spattering into her other eye before she manages to close them.
I come down off my orgasmic high to see Chloé's carefully made up face streaked with white sticky cum. Alya is looking stunned, her mouth open, which I take as an invitation.
"Hey-ummf!"
My dick is sticky with cum, saliva from four people and possibly even still some pussy juices from Chloé; as I push it into Alya's mouth she begins to gently lick and suck it clean. I step to the side, Alya turning to keep me in her mouth, and one of the boys stands in front of Chloé. He pushes his dick into Chloé's still open mouth and pumps a few times before withdrawing. The guy grunts, and starts spraying cum over Chloé's face. Two down, two to go.
Alya's careful cleaning does the trick; my deflated dick exits her mouth with a wet smack of her lips. There's a couch next to the bed and I walk over there. Behind me, a sigh of release and some sputtering tell me Chloé has received her third facial. I sit on the couch and beckon to Alya.
"Hey Alya, come over here babe. I'm not nearly done with you yet."
Alya snorts in indignation, but cannot stop herself rising and turning to face me. She takes a few steps and I stop her with a raised palm. My flat palm becomes a wagging finger of admonition, before the finger points to the ground. Alya's eyes burn with anger and shame as she gets on her hands and knees and crawls the rest of the way. Her ass sways as she moves, which is such a nice sight that when she reaches me I have her turn around and swish her ass slowly from side to side, the muscles of her round toned ass moving under the skin in a very attractive way.
"Your ass is stellar, Alya."
"Fuck you."
"I'm looking forward to seeing how it looks with my dick deep inside it."
"F-fuck you."
"You gotta earn it though, babe. I just came pretty hard, so I'll need some encouragement before I can get back in the right mood, you know?"
"Just... oh, just fuck you!"
"Let me show you how to tease a man right, Alya. Get your ass up here."
A quick dip into Alya's mind shows her dancing skills are rudimentary, so I take the time to instruct her in the art of the lapdance. My real instructions are sent directly to her mind, but it amuses me to coach her verbally as well.
"That's it Alya. Now, arch your back a little and really push your ass out."
"I... aurgh! Stop making me do this, you bastard!"
"Smooth slow motions. It's a marathon, not a sprint."
"You think this is funny? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me right now is I'm not seeing enough passion from you. Come on, really grip your tits... now twist the nipples.... that's better."
"Ah! Merde!"
Soon Alya is sitting in my lap, hands on her knees, grinding her ass into me with small circular hip movements. My hands are not shy in groping her ass, nor do I hesitate to move them up to cup her breast as she leans back against me, her head resting on my shoulder. She parts her legs and I split my attention between her breasts and fingering her pussy - no rules against touching in my private club. Alya's pussy lips are thick and prominent, even more so as they obey my mental commands and swell with arousal. Her pubic hair is unshaved, verdant and curly above and around her pussy. I generally prefer a smoother style, or at least trimmed, but a little variation now and then is a good thing, right?
Alya's head being next to mine allows us to whisper sweet nothings to each other. Well, to be exact I whisper what I'm going to do to her in great detail, and she whispers back various insults. I start to hear the first notes of despair in her voice about the time I start describing exactly how to fit five dicks inside one teenage girl, but she rallies admirably by describing a rather elaborate revenge fantasy involving my dick, a cheese grater and some coarse salt. I *like* this girl.
I spare a glance at the rest of the room. The third boy has just finished unloading on Chloé's upturned face. She looks stunned, eyes locked in a deer-in-the-headlights stare. The guys mostly just look tired. Their work is over for the moment, so on my orders they go to an unoccupied corner of the room, lie down and sleep (not the most comfortable place to sleep but I have other uses for the bed).
That leaves Juleka and Lila. I have my hands full right now (literally), so I simply order them to place themselves in my view and make out passionately. Now if I tire of Alya's visual charms I can look past her and watch a naked pale-skinned goth teen locking lips with a fit athletic (and equally naked) brunette.
Chloé meanwhile is simply ordered to remain in her current pose. Let her enjoy the feeling of cum drying on her face for a while.
Meanwhile, Adrien has been fucking Marinette for quite a while now. Both of them must be pretty sore. Marinette's face is still buried deep between Caline's legs, but at least Adrien looks like he's about to collapse. On my orders Adrien steps back and Caline takes her hand off Marinette's head. Marinette gets up and trots off to the bathroom to freshen up. I let Adrien get on the bed and lie down; his look of relief turns to shock as Caline straddles his head and lowers her pussy onto his face. Time for the teacher to compare her students' oral skills.
Back to the situation in hand. The teen beauty (currently detailing the treatment of sexual offenders in French prisons while simultaneously working her ass on my lap) is doing a great job of reviving my libido. My increasingly hard dick is becoming more of an obstacle to Alya's gyrations, so I order her to swap positions. Alya twists in my lap, raising her legs onto the couch, until she is facing me with her arms around my shoulders. She raises her ass, pushing her chest into my face. I accept the opportunity to savor her breasts, gently squeezing them with my hands while placing my lips around one nipple. I feel the textured skin with my tongue before taking her nipple between my teeth and tugging, not enough to leave a mark but enough to make Alya gasp. I have her raise and lower herself in my lap, enjoying the feel of my dick sliding in the valley between Alya's buttocks.
Marinette steps into view. Her face is washed clean of Caline's pussy juices, breath minty-fresh and absolutely terrified of whatever I'm going to do to her next. Perfect.
"Ah, there you are Marinette. Just in time to help me take your friend's virginity."
"Quoi?"
"Alya, could you tell Marinette - you know what, never mind, I'll just show her."
Marinette moves to lie on the floor in front of the couch, her shoulders between my spread feet. I scoot forwards a bit to the sit on the edge of the couch, so she has a good view from underneath. Alya raises herself up again, but this time Marinette reaches up to take my dick in her hand and angle it towards her friend's pussy.
"Oh mon Dieu. Alya, je suis désolée je ne peux rien faire, je suis désolée Alya!"
"Oh, mais putain de quoi tu parles, Marinette, je ne sens rien… oh…!"
I watch Alya's expression as she lowers herself slowly. She knows what's coming, but the reality of it doesn't properly hit her until she feels my dick part her pussy lips and start entering her body. I feel a moment of scratchiness from her pubic hairs before being enveloped in her warm folds. Alya's anger instantly vanishes and her mouth forms a surprised O as she experiences the new sensation of having someone inside her. As for me, the pleasure of finally penetrating the spirited girl and seeing her hard shell crack is worth the wait. I smile broadly as the dark-skinned teen sinks her pussy onto my dick, her violation assisted by her best friend.
Alya sees my smile, and her anger comes back just as quickly as it disappears. She looks sharply at me and growls out words.
"Ah! Jesus, fuck. You bastard! Get it out of me right now or- merde!"
"Je suis désolée, Alya!"
"Ferme-là Marinette, Ne lui donne pas la satisfacti-oooh mon Dieeeuuuu."
Alya lets out a long moan as my dick is entirely swallowed up in her pussy. Her ass rests on my legs and her shoulders slump. I send a mental order to Marinette and feel her hands move off my dick and onto my balls, gently stroking and tugging them to enhance the experience. Now that Alya is firmly planted on my dick, she starts moving up and down at a slow but increasing place.
"Ah! Oh! Hah! Oh, Cea vous fait mal bat-ah!"
Alya leans into me to steady herself, and I breathe in the salty sweet smell of her. Her red-brown hair bounces in front of me. I order her to mix up her vertical movements by turning her hips. Soon the hot-tempered teen is jumping wildly up and down and around, never enough for my dick to leave her pussy but more than enough to feel every part of it rub against me. Alya's words turn into deep gasps as she works hard to keep up the pace. Marinette must be getting a very entertaining view from under us.
I let Alya fuck herself on my dick until I hear her breath start to sound ragged. At this point... I let her keep going, because it feels so good for me. I do however send some new orders to Marinette, who crawls out from underneath Alya and I to fetch something for the next stage of Alya's violation. Soon she returns, unnoticed by a panting, sweating Alya, and starts strapping on the large dildo I had earlier liberated from Chloé's room (you thought I'd forgotten about that? Oooh no). When Marinette is ready, I bring Alya to a sudden stop.
"Nice work, Alya. I think it's time you and Marinette took your friendship to the next level."
"Quoi? Qu’est-ce qu’y dit, Alya?"
"Je-*gasp*-ne sais-*phew*"
Marinette sits beside me on the couch, and on my orders Alya shakily rises, before climbing on to Marinette's lap in the same position as she had been in mine. Now it's my turn to help Marinette aim; I hold the plastic dick steady as Alya lowers herself onto it, her pussy being stretched out even further.
"HeEeep! Alya, Je…"
"Ferm ah ! me-là Haah! Marinette !"
The last inch or so is tough, but Alya bears her weight down and with a sharp "UGNH!" the whole length of the dildo is embedded in the teen's tight pussy. Marinette is still babbling, but Alya is trying to remain stoically silent at this latest degradation. I pick up the bottle of lube Marinette had brought along with the strap-on (forgot to lube up the strap-on, whoops) and start to apply it to my own dick. Not that I need much, Alya's pussy juices coat my dick quite thoroughly.
On my command Marinette reaches her hands around and grabs Alya's ass from both sides. She pulls the buttocks apart, exposing Alya's dark asshole. I line my lubricated dick up to the right spot, before addressing Alya.
"So, I've fucked your mouth, your pussy, can you guess what's next?"
"..."
"No guesses? Alright, I'll give you a tip."
The tip of my dick touches her skin, and I press down with my hips. When it pushes past her anal ring Alya's silence breaks with a wavering groan. I continue to push down, and watch with pleasure as my shaft is swallowed up into Alya's pert peach of an ass. I cannot see Alya's face, but Marinette can; her look of baffled fear is enough to let me guess what Alya's expression might be conveying right now.
"A-Alya? Qu’est-ce qu’il fait? Oh mon Dieu Alya, Qu’est-ce qu’il te fait ?"
"Jesus Chr-hnn-Christ, Espece de gourde, Qu’est ce que tu crois qu’il me fait putain? Ferme - AAH! Ferme-là!"
"Stop, Arrete de me dire de la ferm…"
"FERME LA AAURGH- FERME LA, MARINETTE!"
"Hey Alya, could you tell your friend to shut up for a minute? I'm trying to fit my dick in your ass and her prattling is distracting."
"No. Fu-Ah!-FUCK you."
"Whew. Your ass is almost as tight as Marinette's."
"What?"
"Oops, spoilers. Never mind."
"Wha-AAAAHAUGH!"
That last heartfelt scream marked my latest thrust, getting the final inch of my dick inside Alya's narrow asshole. No doubt her ass would be a tight fit even without the plastic dick already occupying her innards. But determination and a lack of concern for her pain threshold sees me through again. My eyes track down Alya's sweat-slick back to her upturned ass, the curve of her cheeks interrupted by my shaft just barely visible, buried inside her stretched out asshole. My dick planted deep in a hot girl's ass is a sight I never tire of.
"Whew. I was right, Alya. You ass looks even better with my dick in it."
I get nothing but pained moans in response. Marinette is still babbling, probably a panic response. That stops when I have her and Alya press their lips together and make out.
Sandwiched between Marinette and me, Alya cannot really move her hips much, so it falls to me to provide the motion. I start sliding my dick out of Alya's ass, but only about three quarters of the way before pushing it in again. Alya yelps into Marinette's mouth as she feels her anal passage being forced open again by my hard dick. I start slowly, relishing the sight of my dick appearing and disappearing into Alya's round backside, as well as the friction of her anal walls gripping my shaft as it moves inside her. Each time my dick is again fully inside her I make sure to add an additional little thrust, pushing Alya's body more firmly onto the strap-on dildo filling her pussy. Alya and Marinette manage to keep their lips together, muffling Alya's squeals, groans and wails. Marinette looks past Alya and up into my eyes, silently pleading to stop hurting her friend. I look back down, smile, wink, and pick up the pace. As Alya's protests turn into howls, Marinette realizes her mistake and closes her eyes tight shut.
Alya's ass feels amazing. The lube lets me slide in and out with relative ease, but it is still an effort each time to get the last inch or two in. Marinette helps by holding Alya's ass apart, a fact I make sure to point out to the girl. There's no visible response, but I catch a flash of shame in Marinette's mind behind her screwed-shut eyes. I consider riding Alya to completion but there is still one thing I want to do to the spirited girl, so after maybe fifteen minutes of riding her tight teen ass I withdraw and stand ready.
A short set of commands later and Alya is kneeling in front of me, with Marinette kneeling behind her, her body pressed against Alya's back. The sudden change catches the girls by surprise, but I don't want to lose momentum. I simply slap my dick onto Alya's chest and watch as Marinette reaches around, grabs her friend's breasts and pushes them together, neatly enveloping my dick in taught brown titflesh. I place a hand on Alya's shoulder to steady myself and start thrusting. My dick slides between Alya's breasts; at first Marinette's hands slip when the skin moves under them, but she readjusts and gets a better grip, and soon I can properly pump my dick in the cleavage of Alya's breasts.
Marinette looks down over Alya's shoulder, seeming fascinated at the head of my dick appearing and disappearing between her friend's tits. Alya herself looks straight up at me, her eyes blazing with hate.
"You sick pervert. Is this how you get your kicks? Abusing women? That's just sad."
"...sorry, did you say something, babe? I was too busy fucking your tits."
"Urgh! I hate you I hate you I hate you!"
"Don't hold back, Alya, tell me how you really feel."
Alya growls in exasperation before saying something long and detailed in French. I don't understand it but Marinette looks pretty shocked. Sweet innocent Marinette provides a nice contrast to Alya's fiery defiance; I remember Marinette's own screams when I penetrated her tight little ass yesterday. This thought is the final thing to bring me over the edge, and I have to be quick to lift my dick out from between Alya's breasts before my orgasm begins.
"Hey Alya, catch!"
Alya doesn't have time to respond before my dick jerks and cum flies into her half-open mouth. She splutters but is unable to turn her face as I continue to ejaculate onto it. Marinette likewise is unable to move her head from beside Alya's; her assistance in the deflowering of her friend is rewarded when I move my dick slightly and give her a taste of my cum. The rest of doesn't fly as far as the first few spurts but instead fall onto Alya's breasts, still pushed together by Marinette.
I look down in satisfaction at the two cum-covered teenage girls. Both have expressions of revulsion on their sticky faces; Marinette in particular looks like she's going to be sick.
"Remember girls, best friends share."
Alya and Marinette turn their heads towards each other. Their lips touch, and again the two friends kiss. The angle is a little awkward as Marinette leans in from behind and Alya tilts her head to reach, but they manage to share a long, lingering kiss, the cum smearing over both their faces. I pat both girls' heads with my slowly softening erection.
"Good girls. Now go to the bathroom and freshen up. Feel free to get to know each other while you do that."
Alya and Marinette rise and walk hand in hand to the bathroom.
I look over to Chloé. She hasn't moved a muscle - because I ordered her not to. The cum from four men has dried on her face. I walk over until I am within her field of vision.
"That's a good look for you, Chloé. Maybe I should keep you a while so I have somewhere to unload on. Would you like that?"
Chloé mind shows both fear and anger fighting for dominance. I chuckle a little and give her a playful slap on the back.
"Heh, don't worry, I'm only kidding. Stuck-up little blondes like you are a dime a dozen. Now off you go and join your Alya and Marinette. Make yourself pretty again for me."
Chloé stands and walks towards the bathroom, her expression fuming under a mask of dried cum.
I walk over to the bed, where Caline is busy grinding her pussy onto Adrien's face. Adrien's arms and legs are splayed out, and for a moment I wonder if he is dead. But no, his chest is rising and falling. Caline lifts herself off Adrien and I confirm he is merely passed out. I am relieved; a corpse is always a hassle.
I grab hold of Adrien's legs and drag him off the bed. His head thumps the ground, but the bed is not high and the carpet is deep and soft so I doubt he'll have more than a bruise. It's much less than the bump than he gave me, that for sure. I tweak his mind to ensure he doesn't wake until I want him to, and then lie on the bed myself.
At this point Marinette and Alya return from the bathroom, once again fresh and ready for more. Looking around at the women - Marinette and Alya hand in hand, Caline kneeling next to me on the bed, Lila and Juleka making out on the floor - it occurs to me that I've collected quite a few here but haven't fully taken advantage of that fact. Well, while I recover from my last bout I can do something to fix that. I lift my arms above my head and shout:
"Girl pile!"
On my orders, all the girls (except Chloé still in the bathroom) climb onto the bed. Caline is already on the bed so she claims pride of place, clambering on top of me, her slim body wrapping around mine. I look into her deep blue-green eyes; her expression is pensive, but I can already see the fatalism clouding her mind as before. I am distracted by a pair of soft breasts brushing my shoulder; Lila's soft lips start nibbling my ear. I feel another girl's naked body press against me on the other side, and look to see Marinette running her hand up my arm as her silky black hair softly tickles my cheek. I can't see Alya or Juleka anywhere, but there is a couple of pairs of lips and hands working their way up my legs so I can guess where they have gotten to. Caline's head lowers and I accept her lips against mine as Marinette's hot breath sighs into my ear.
I relax and let the five hot naked girls worship my body. I close my eyes and allow myself to be carried away on a sea of lips and hands and legs and breasts. The girls fluidly change positions and soon I lose track; I don't know which nipple is being pushed to my mouth; which ass my hand is cupping; which fingernails are gently running up my chest. Eventually I hear the soft padding of feet approach the bed. I open one eye and just make out Chloé, washed and cleaned and makeup restored, standing next to the bed. I issue a mental order, close my eye again and soon I feel another body trying to squeeze around me; I smell Chloé's freshly-applied perfume and conclude the pussy currently warming my left leg is probably hers.
The one area I do not allow the girls to directly caress is between my legs. Needless to say the eroticism of the situation is doing a lot to reinvigorate me, but for now I am simply going to enjoy being surrounded by attractive naked teen girls (and their hot naked teacher). Every so often I sneak a peek, watching the different body types and enjoying the different expressions - for example both Lila and Alya would much sooner kill me than kiss me, but Lila's look of hatred has nothing on the absolute loathing written all over Alya's countenance as she gently brushes her lips against my shoulder. And then of course some other differences noticeable even without looking; my hand can completely cover the pert breast currently being offered to it, making it fairly certain to be Juleka's. The mouth currently sucking one of my fingers is too skilled to be Juleka or Marinette - Caline? I open my eyes and am surprised to see not Caline but Chloé running her lips over my fingers, her tongue twirling adeptly around my digit. I should probably let Chloé do the driving next time she blows me rather than just roughly fucking her face. I close my eyes again and smile. At this rate I should be ready to go again in no time.
Half an hour later and I am still buried under half a dozen naked girls, but feeling a lot less sanguine. It seems my libido has reached a peak; although my current circumstances are unquestionably pleasurable they are not quite pleasurable enough to restore my erection. After two days of almost continuous fucking even my hard-earned stamina has flagged.
I hate to disappoint a beautiful woman, let alone six, so I think hard to come up with a solution. Wait a day? No, I've already been in this hotel much longer than intended. I am puzzling over this when, over the constant sound of skin sliding against skin, I hear a soft snoring from one of the male students. This sets me on a train of thought which has me sitting up in bed, shaking off the advances of the girls as I put a plan together. Yes, that might do the trick...
I immediately set to work, sending new instructions to all of my playthings, female and male. Soon the setup is ready. All four boys (including Adrien) are lined up. In front of each kneels a girl. I am also standing in line but I have two girls in front of me because it's my goddamm party. Chloé and Juleka look up at me expectantly. Chloé's blonde hair and fashionably tanned skin is a nice contrast to Juleka's black/purple hair and pale skin.
On my orders, the girls in front of the boys begin their task. Four mouths open and reach out to four erect dicks, four wet mouths slide over four shafts. I look down as Chloé takes my own semi-erect dick into her mouth, while Juleka's one visible eye watches closely for her turn. I was right about the honey-blonde teen - she skillfully coaxes my dick, the tip of her tongue running around the edge of my cockhead. Chloé's clear blue eyes look up at me as she takes me deep into her very wet mouth. When she releases my dick from her mouth a long strand of spit extends from her lips to my dick, before it is broken by Juleka taking me into her own small mouth. What the goth teen lacks in skill she makes up for in effort, sucking hard to get me as deep into her mouth as possible. The hair across one side of Juleka's face brushes against my skin, a gentle accompaniment to the more intense feeling of her mouth doing its best to wake my dick from its slumber. I reach down and idly toy with the nipples of both girls as they blow me.
Looking up I see the other girls are having an unmistakable effect on the men. I paired Alya up with the largest student; even with her wide mouth I can see her struggling to fit all of the guy's impressively thick erection inside her mouth. Lila meanwhile is enthusiastically licking Adrien's cock while gently stroking the shaft (like Marinette, Lila seems to have an attraction to Adrien, something Adrien himself knows but has never acted upon. What a wimp.). Looking into the minds of the male students, I can see the unmistakable glow of arousal blooming in all of them. So far, so good.
The next part is something I have not attempted before, but in theory should be possible. Just as I could link my nervous system to Lila's earlier to share the sensations of fucking Juleka with her, so I can do the reverse. Also, if I forgo the precision of mapping nerves and simply channel raw sensations, it is relatively simple. I reach into the mind of the closest male student, currently pumping his dick in and out of a wide-eyed, spluttering Marinette. I open his pleasure center and link it to my own. The student's pace instantly increases as the pleasure he feels is partially siphoned off into my own mind. Marinette has to lean back against the renewed intensity of the boy's thrusts, but I don't notice that much as I can feel my own pleasure increase significantly. I mentally reach out to the next male...
Shortly, the poor girls in front of the boys are struggling to cope with the almost animalistic behavior of the men in front of them, urgently ramming their dicks into the girls' mouths in a bid to maintain their erections. I, on the other hand, stand almost stupefied with pleasure. Normally I am limited to however many women I can fit around one dick; right now it's as if I have five dicks, each being sucked by one (or more) girl. It's a hell of a kick-start to my libido, and looking down I see it's done the trick. My dick is so erect it feels like it wants to leap off my body and bury itself in the nearest hole. Chloé and Juleka do their best to service it, but their mouths are not sufficient for my needs any more. I need something warmer and tighter.
I break my links with the male students (any more stimulation and I'd come in seconds anyway) and make some modifications to our positions. The guys step away from the girls; the looks of frustration on the boys' faces almost make me sympathetic to their plight (almost). The girls stay in their row, but rather than kneel each girl gets on all fours, asses in the air. Chloé is closest to me, her firm ass and shaven pussy offering just the sort of relief I seek. I kneel behind the blonde teen, resting the head of my dick on the skin just above her puckered asshole. Naturally I allow her to speak, and she wastes no time in doing so.
Oh mon Dieu, vous n'en avez pas déjà fait assez ?
I was expecting more threats and put-downs, but the tone of her voice is very different to before.
"What was that, Chloé?"
"Uh...please. Non. Do not. Please."
"Oh, hey, learned some English *and* some humility? Nice work."
"Please?"
"For your next lesson: anal. Can you say 'anal'?"
"Anal? Oh, non, non, s’il vous plait, Je - aaAH!"
I usually apply lube before fucking a tight teen ass, but this time I just don't feel like searching around for the bottle. So Chloé experiences the full effect as my dick pushes eagerly into her last untouched hole. It's a little uncomfortable for me as well of course, having the skin of my dick pushed back as I enter Chloé's tight asshole, but the feeling of satisfaction far outweighs the pain. For me at least; Chloé's head snaps back and she lets out a howl that I quickly have to silence before someone on another floor hears her and thinks she's being murdered. I quickly restore her speaking ability, at a lower level, and the formerly haughty blonde starts begging and squealing. I look down to see only half my dick inside her. Drawing back an inch or two I see a little blood, not much but enough to make me change my mind about the lube. On my orders one of the male students silently finds the bottle and hands it to me. I withdraw, apply a generous dollop to my dick and re-insert it into Chloé's trembling ass. Fresh cries ring out as I enter her again, but this time I get most of my dick inside. I reach over and grab Chloé's shoulders, pulling her body back onto mine, before starting to pump my dick in short sharp pumps. Her back arches down, her body shakes, her cries fall down to moans, and finally my dick sinks all the way into Chloé Bourgeois' tight teen ass. I shift my hands to her hair, and use her ponytail to keep my balance as I lean into my thrusts.
I look to the side and admire the row of girls, bent over and silently waiting for their fate. Considering how much it took to obtain this erection I'm not going to waste it on just one girl. I stop fucking Chloé, pause a moment to let cool down, and then withdraw. As I move to kneel behind Juleka, I order one of the boys to kneel behind Chloé. As with her classmate, I release Juleka's speaking ability before penetrating her ass. Both girls speak at the same time.
"Oh Mon Dieu, ça fait mal... Ivan, qu’est-ce que tu... oh mon Dieu, non, il est trop, s’il vous plait monsieur, Je - AAAH!"
"Non... no. Please, not like Chloé, I can-AAAH!"
I'm mildly annoyed that Chloé seems to scream more loudly when Ivan enters her ass than when I did. He's a gifted man, that's for sure. I take solace in the feel of Juleka's ass as it closes around my shaft, spasming in pain and shock as I drive my dick into the slim pale teen. Juleka's scream is satisfyingly loud; if anything it sounds louder than the first time I took her ass (which of course she does not remember). Juleka's ass is too small to move much, but her long black hair bounces with my every thrust.
A few more minutes fucking Juleka before it's on to Lila. I hear Chloé moan in relief as the guy behind her withdraws and moves to the side. Her respite is short, however, as he is soon replaced by another boy. Juleka meanwhile shudders as she feels another dick being positioned at the entrance to her ass. The male students wait until I am ready. Lila's speaking ability is restored as my dick touches her round toned ass.
"Oh... oh putain.. Je ne peux..... pa- AAH!"
"Ah! Ivan, tu es trop gros!"
"No, per favore no- AUGH! Oh Dio!"
I can tell the difference between Lila's athletic ass and Juleka and Chloé's simply pert ones. The latter two have their own attractions of course, but the Italian girl's muscles grip my dick like she's trying to crush it (which, given her state of mind, she probably would like to do). This mostly serves to enhance the experience of violating this latest teen girl, and I make a point to give her ass a few slaps, just to feel her muscles contract even more around my invading shaft. Caline gives a foxy little yelp every time I bring my hand down, which adds to the fun.
Caline is next in line. By the time I move behind her she can tell what is coming, but I sense nothing but meek acceptance from her mind. As I release her speaking ability, I stop to ask her.
"You ready for this, babe?"
"...Yes."
"Oh hey, someone once told me a phrase in French. 'Encule moi'. What does it mean?"
"Fuck my ass."
"Speak up, Caline."
"Fuck my ass."
"Again."
"Fuck my a-aah!"
Caline's cries are soon joined by her students'.
"Oh Mon Dieu !"
"Please, not another. Please, I-AAH!"
"Oh Dio, no, non ci starà!"
Caline may be mentally prepared to accept her fate, but her ass is still a challenge to penetrate. I push down resolutely, and slowly work my way inside the redhead woman. My work is made a little easier when I mentally order Caline to rest her head against the floor, freeing up her hands to reach back and pull her buttocks apart. Not only does this allow me to reach deeper into Caline, it also allows a clear view of my shaft stretching her asshole as it invades her ass. Caline's head is lying to the side, her profile shows her eyes tight shut, jaw flexing as she grinds her teeth to keep from crying out.
Where Caline took her anal violation stoically, lining my dick up to Alya's round ass produces a litany of abuse.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, you creepy pervert. The instant I get free I'm going to cut off your tiny dick and shove it up your a--AH! FUCK!"
Alya's ass is no less of a tight fit than it was earlier, but this time her mouth is not occupied making out with Marinette. The fiery teen snarls and swears and all in all puts on a very brave front. Which does her absolutely no good of course; my dick penetrates her shapely ass as easily as it did her friends'. Caline, Lila and Juleka add their own voices to the chorus as the male students fuck their asses without pity. Chloé is unfortunately unoccupied; I look over to Adrien, who is still standing, watching the orgy with an expression of horror. His gaze fixes on me as I address him (freeing his speaking ability so we can have an actual conversation).
"Well, Adrien? You want to fuck Chloé's ass? You know she likes you. She might even be able to pretend she's enjoying it if you fuck her just right."
"I... no. Please man, just leave us alone."
"Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how good Alya's tight ass feels right now?"
"FUCK YOU, you fucking - AH!"
"Heh. Her ass is more welcoming than her mouth right now. So, Adrien, you want some of this action? Hmm?"
"No!"
"Good, because you weren't going to get any anyway. At least, not that way."
"What do you-hey!"
On my command Adrien feels his body jerk into movement. Marinette (next to Alya and the last girl in line) stands and Adrien gets on all fours in her place. The blonde ex-superhero looks to the side, watching the girls' pained expressions as their asses are roughly fucked, then looks to his own position next in line. His eyes widen and he starts to stammer.
"Oh... oh god, no. Jesus man, no. Please!"
I let him panic a little more, while I focus on circling my hips, swirling my dick around inside Alya's tight ass and earning a fresh round of expletives from the helpless girl. Marinette meanwhile fetches the vibrator, lubes it up and not very carefully inserts it in Chloé's ass. Can't have Chloé feeling left out can we?
I turn to Adrien, enjoying the panicked look on his face.
"Oh don't worry Adrien. I'm not going to fuck your ass."
"Oh. Oh god, that... that's-"
"Marinette will."
"-what?"
Marinette didn't just fetch the vibrator; Adrien has been too distracted to notice, but the cute dark-haired girl has taken position behind Adrien, wearing nothing but hair ties and a large strap-on dildo. She kneels, parts Adrien's buttocks with her hands, and moves her hips forwards as I release her speaking ability.
"Oh non. Adrien, Je suis désolée. Je ne peux pas arrêter!"
"C’est bon Marinette, ça va-AAAH!"
As Marinette penetrates Adrien with the plastic penis I discover he screams like a girl. Specifically, like a girl being fucked in the ass for the first time.
Marinette screams too. An objective observer may wonder why, but the other people in the room are too busy fucking or being fucked to ponder such things, and I know the answer anyway. Remember the fun I had linking the sensations being generated by my dick to Lila's nervous system? Well, I maaay have linked Adrien's nervous system to Marinette's. Okay, I totally did that. Which means that, as Adrien feels the dick enter his tight asshole, so Marinette feels the very same dick push into hers. As the former Ladybug fucks the former Cat Noir in his ass, she is fucking her own ass.
This amuses me greatly. Marinette and Adrien are... less impressed.
Besides, it gets better. I withdraw from Alya's ass, my position being taken up by the well-endowed male student - Alya may come to miss my dick in her ass after that guy's been in her. Moving behind Marinette I take hold of her hips and place myself in the right spot. It's a bit of a moving target as the dark-haired girl gradually gets the dildo deeper into Adrien's ass, but not too difficult. My dick finds the entrance to Marinette's ass, and the thoroughly abused teen gets to feel not one, but two dicks inside her tight asshole.
"Ah! Argh! A-AAGH! HAAAH!"
I have no idea how her mind copes with getting two simultaneous signals from the same nerve endings, but judging from the way her whole body spasms when I push deeper into her ass, it probably isn't pleasant.
I can tell from Adrien's mind that he tried to put on a brave face for Marinette. That lasted maybe two seconds. The former superhero (and teen fashion model because of course he is) is sweating profusely, his head bowed into his chest. Adrien is only holding his position due to my strong mental commands. The pain and extreme discomfort of the plastic penis drilling into his asshole is more than he ever could have expected.
Of course, thanks to my mental manipulations, Marinette is experiencing exactly the same as Adrien, plus the feeling of my own dick working my way into her ass. And yet her cries are no more desperate than her teen crush's. Guess she's made of sterner stuff.
Marinette's petite ass is just as tight as it was before. I use my powers to relax her anal muscles, allowing me to get my dick about halfway inside her. The chorus of screams, moans, and pleas for mercy and/or vengeance in three languages eggs me on. I slam my hips down, causing not only my dick to bury itself inside Marinette's incredibly tight ass but also pushing the full length of the strap-on dildo into Adrien. My own moans add to the soundscape of the orgy from hell as I feel myself unload into Marinette, blasting cum deep inside the gorgeous teen's bowels. Marinette is pinned between Adrien and I. For a minute or so the only movement is the twitching and jerking of my dick as my balls empty themselves.
Shakily I lift myself off Marinette. My dick is losing its hardness, but that's okay for the moment. I walk around and place myself in front of the Marinette and Adrien, who dutifully start to lick me clean. I have Marinette attend to my shaft while Adrien licks my balls - he is still being fucked by Marinette, I don't want him to accidentally bite down on something sensitive.
I look over at the others. Seems like the guys are about to pop. I wonder which girl gets to have a faceful of cum this time? Oh, but the choice is clear, really.
The defeated teen superheroes continue to share my dick while Alya gets on her knees and stares in dread at the guys surrounding her, dicks in hand. I wonder if this will break her? I glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Still plenty of time left in the day, if this doesn't do it I'll find out what will.
I enjoy a challenge.
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