Catching up with friends

"Come on, {if Family!=true}Michael{else}stud{endif}," grins Taylor, trying to pull you into the house - but you resist her.

"Taylor, I've got to focus on getting you and Charlotte and Dad somewhere safe to live," you say apologetically. "I promise we'll catch up later."

Taylor frowns at you, eyes searching your face. Eventually she sighs, her lips curling into the start of a smile. "Fine. But I'm gonna take you up on that promise. I want to hear all about the trouble my kid brother is getting into as 'Alpha Man'." She leans towards you, with a big, teasing smirk, and for a moment everything feels back to normal.

As your sister sets about packing, you walk down the street to where your pet genius Emma lives. {if **** harem==true}After you decided to be a hero, you issued a command to your **** harem, releasing them from their servitude. However, the endless texts from your harem filling your phone prove that they are no less infatuated with you, even after your prolonged separation.{else}Emma has helped to placate Lauren, Cassy, and all the rest of your school harem during your absence; their needs had been spiralling out of control, and Emma had worked with Amy to organise harem orgies and group masturbation sessions, keeping them together through those dark times.{endif} You've barely tapped on the brunette's door, when a feminine body bursts through the entrance and onto you. She smells of fresh lavender and old books.

"{if **** harem==true}Master- I mean, {endif}Michael!" she mewls into your shoulder, happy tears rolling from her eyes.

"Hello, Emma," you say gently, lifting her off you and wiping her cheeks with your thumb.{if Images!=true}{else}
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"You have no idea how much I've missed you," she says softly, then suddenly rushes back up to you, her hands on your shoulders, a spark of need in her eyes unlike any you've seen from her before. "Fuck me, Michael. Take me into my house and fuck me so hard I feel it for the rest of the year."

"That's my girl," you smile, sweeping her up into your arms and carrying her across the threshold of her home.

You pull off Emma's skinny jeans and cropped hoodie (she dresses far more temptingly than she ever did before), and caress every square centimetre of her soft skin with your mouth and fingers. The brunette moans and squeals beneath you, arching her back against the sofa, eyes closed in blissful surrender. When you pause to quickly strip off your clothes, Emma's lashes flutter open, and her bespectacled eyes gaze adoringly at your exposed member.{if Images!=true}{else}
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"Ready?" you say, placing your hands on her supple hips and lining yourself up with the nerd's pussy.

"I've been ready for months," she replies huskily.

You slam into Emma, and both of you can't help but cry out in pleasure. Emma's pussy is still fantastically tight, desperately clinging to your cock as it slowly pushes in and out of her. It's incredible to think that this beautiful girl has never known any cock but yours - and she doesn't want to know any cock but yours. She clings on to the sofa as you slowly, rhythmically make love to her. Emma doesn't say much, simply moaning and whimpering as your huge sword reclaims her slender body. Once she passes her first orgasm, you up the pace, switching to powerful, jerking thrusts that bury your length ever-deeper inside her cunt. Emma's breath catches and her hypnotically-enlarged breasts bounce with every stroke, until finally you explode into her. The nerd screams like a prostitute, wracked by a colossal, delightful orgasm as her pussy squeezes your cock for every drop. You eventually pull out, releasing her creampie to fall on the floor, and collapse next to Emma, who instantly snuggles against you as she savours the last aftershocks of her orgasm.

You chat and catch up in the afterglow, but eventually you have to attend to business. You and Emma swiftly set about finding a new home for your family, allowing them to live as normal lives as possible whilst being untraceable. It's pleasant work - Emma's perched on your lap. And you're both still naked, enjoying the intimacy, when you hear a knock at the door.

"I think you had better answer that," says Emma unexpectedly, a sparkle in her eye.

You shrug, and after lifting the brunette off your lap you pad down to the doorway and peer through the peephole. An instant later, you throw the door wide open, to see an achingly familiar redhead dressed in a colourful summer dress. Amy throws herself onto you, immediately melding her mouth to yours in a deep, passionate kiss. Your hands trace her familiar curves, feeling her gentle weight against you, breathing in her sweet scent.{if Images!=true}{else}
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All too soon she steps back, evidently aware of how exposed you are - but she takes a moment to run her eyes up your body, from bottom to top. She's not in a rush. When her emerald eyes finally meet yours, you see a lustful spark in their warm, loving depths. "Well? Aren't you going to invite me in?"

You gaze at her smile for a moment, then seize her hand and pull her impatiently across the threshold. Before the door is even closed Amy's hand is rediscovering your manhood, slender fingers stroking your flaccid (but hardening) shaft, detouring to fondle your heavy testicles. Your tongues entwine as your knead your girlfriend's soft breasts, and the redhead moans slightly into your mouth.

She guides you, still locked in your embrace, into Emma's living room. Out of the corner of your eye you see the brunette watching with a satisfied smile. Amy clambers onto the sofa, leaning over the back of it. She looks back at you over her shoulder, silky red waves flowing down her back.

"I'm not wearing any panties," she grins, a cheeky but deeply loving expression. "So bring that big cock over here and fuck me right this instant, Michael Abbott."

You don't need telling twice. You flip up the hem of Amy's dress, revealing her labia, bare and dripping; her clit is clearly visible, swollen from arousal. You give it a quick, gentle rub, eliciting an impatient moan from the redhead; then you place your hands comfortably on her hips, and slide your dick into her waiting pussy.

She cries out as your shaft cleaves its way through her flesh; she's tighter than you remember, but that suits you beautifully. Amy keeps watching you over her shoulder, biting her lip as you start thrusting forwards and backwards.

"God, it's even better than I remember," she whimpers, hands clutching at the sofa. "I've missed you so much, Michael."

"I missed you too, Amy," you say honestly, building into your rhythm. "I've met and slept with so many fantastic women since I left. But... I love you."

Amy beams, a simple, genuine expression. "I love you too, Michael."

For a while you just pound Amy's beautiful pussy, enjoying the intimacy after so long apart. You can see Emma quietly watching the two of you, one hand on the keyboard, the other between her legs.

"Cum in me, Michael," gasps Amy, shortly after her second orgasm. "Take me, claim me, mark me as yours. I want to feel your hot semen deep inside my needy pussy. I want to feel it burning inside me for days, weeks, months! Please, Michael, my sexy, perfect man, cum in me, CUM for me, CUM IN MEEEEEE!"

As her words turn into a scream, you feel her pussy oscillating furiously around you, milking your cock, and you give her body what it so desperately needs. You explode into the redhead's vagina, buried to the hilt, one hand on her supple waist, the other on her soft, creamy butt. Amy shakes against the sofa, her whole body convulsing, until you both finally fall limply into the cushions.

"I thought you had started university?" you say to the girl curled against you.

"I have," nods Amy dozily, a big, happy smile on her face. "But Emma told me you were coming home. So I came back to see you."

"But... how on earth did you get here so fast?" you ask, your eyes wondering to the nude brunette who's been following your conversation.

"When I saw a government car scouting your house yesterday evening, I knew they would execute whatever their plan was the following day. And I knew that if S.P.E.R.M. was nosing around here, you would be home in time to stop them," explains Emma nonchalantly. "My duty is to care for both you, Michael, and your harem. And I knew both of you would want to see each other again, given the opportunity."

"Good thinking," smiles Amy, her eyes never leaving your face.

"So, found somewhere suitable yet, Emma?" you ask, prising your girlfriend off you as you stroll over to the nerd's chair.

"Actually yes. It should fill all of your needs," the brunette nods. You take a look, and she's right. A quaint but sufficiently large house with a coastal view. Emma assures you she can arrange for discrete furniture removal and financial arrangements, which you're all too happy for her to take care of, worried that the more you know the less ethical you'll feel. But you remind yourself that this is all to keep your family safe.

"So," says Amy, lazily strolling towards you. She's slipped out of her dress, leaving her gorgeous, curvy body just as bare as yours and Emma's. "What do you want to do while we wait for your family to get sorted, Alpha Man?"

Several hours later, the sun is growing low in the sky, and your family is safely packed and moved to a new home, made untraceable by the application of Emma's supernatural IQ. You feel somewhat guilty about seeing your family so little, just carting them off to a new home without even stopping for tea, but every time you looked at Amy's smooth, seductive curves, your brain malfunctioned a little. Add Emma's lithe, slender figure, and you got a complete loss of rational thinking. You fucked them the whole time: vaginal, anal, oral, you name it. The only time you regretted it was when you had to say goodbye again.

"Are you sure I can't stay with you? Surely I'd be safer, with all you superheroes nearby to protect me!" protests Amy.

"I can't take the risk of putting you in danger," you explain, equally upset, but recognisant of the reality. "I don't know how you could be hurt, and that's the problem. I have no idea what might happen in the future. And I want to know that you're safe."

"Come on Emma, surely you don't agree with this!" tries the redhead.

The brunette just smiles sadly. "Michael has a point. Whilst the world is still sorting itself out, with all the new heroes and villains, it's probably best that the non-mutants in his harem keep their distance. Believe me, I want to move in as much as you do, but it's safer this way."

Amy turns back to you, her green eyes wide, appealing. "Can't I just visit you? Even just once a week?"

"It's better we don't," you say. You see her eyes fall, clouded by disappointment, by mourning, and it breaks your heart a little. "But I promise we'll change that as soon as things settle down a little."

Amy doesn't look up for several seconds, but when she does, her expression is trusting and loving. "Okay," she smiles sadly. "I... I understand. I love you, Michael." She plants a kiss on your cheek, lingering for several seconds, as if savouring your scent.

You return the kiss, this time to the lips. She melts beneath you. "I love you too," you murmur. Then you turn and walk out of the door.