Run interference.

"Side door," you said, but your mother's arms kept you locked in place as you started to run. A part of you really didn't want to leave that spot, but you had work to do.

"Mom you, uh, gotta let go," you said. Then you blinked and you were kissing her again, and this time you knew you had started it. She let go and you ran across the kitchen to the mudroom hoping to cut the girls off.

You were a tad late, and when you poked your head outside you noticed the girls circling your teacher while he swung at them with a tire iron. They were working together like wolves, feinting and retreating to try and draw him out into overextending himself, but he wasn't playing their game.

This was the first time you had looked outside for more than a glance, and the scene all over the rest of the yard both terrified and aroused you like couldn't believe.

Dozens of women in various states of undress absolutely lost in the thros of abject lust. Glistening flesh pounding against flesh, swaying tits everywhere you looked, perfect toned bodies gyrating to an unheard musical beat. Every woman had become a vision of beauty and sex appeal, and it was all you could do to keep from jerking off right there. You finally noticed you hadn't put your pants back on, so your cock stood proudly at attention.

"Focus, focus," you scolded yourself, "OH, LADIES!" The pack stopped harassing your teacher and turned to look st you.

Now that you had your attention, you grabbed your dick and flopped it up and down in their direction.

"Yeah you want some of this don't you?" You taunted them, "Well come on! Come and get me!" You need to tease them twice as you sprinted around the corner of the house towards the shed. As soon as the gaggle of teen nymphos was gone, Alan let the man in and you didn't see what happened next.

The shed was unlocked, but you realized you didn't have a plan beyond simply getting their attention. Well, if they were like the othrr girls they would listen to your commands, at least temporarily. You still had no idea why, but at the moment you couldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

"THERE HE IS!" one girl shouted. Suddenly a dozen more nubile, barely legal teen sluts rounded the corner like a single mass.

"FUCK US!"

"FEED US YOUR CUM!"

"PUT A BABY INSIDE ME PLEASE!"

"Stop right there!" you shouted with authority.

Nailed it! You cheered silently as the girls looked at you full of confusion and raw need, but just like before, they didn't come any closer.

"We can be your harem!" One girl pleaded, "Just fuck us!"

"We need it! We can't think!"

"I'm not myself when nobody's fucking my brains out!"

"Yes I'm aware of all of that," you said, "But girls, this isn't you!"

"You think we don't know that?" There was a commotion in the back and suddenly the crowd of sexually unhinged girls parted like a school of fish. And you recognized the shark.

Perfect H-cup tits even before today, perfect tanned skin, perfect platinum blonde hair, a perfect waistline and perfect hips giving her a perfect hourglass figure, a perfect ass as thick as oatmeal, perfect lips, perfect eyes, and a perfect bitch.

It was none other than Natasha Xee, the hottest and most popular girl at Blakelyn High School. She was the head cheerleader who got straight A's, modeled part time, and bragged about how had slept with a professional football player. She was an all around certified girl-chad. You had jerked off to her more than once when you were still in high school, then again most guys had. When you said she could make feeding a live mouse to a tarantula look sexy, it wasn't a joke or hyperbole, you had seen her do it.

She gently pushed the girl in front out of her way and sashayed towards you in buck naked glory. When this all started she was barely coherent, but now she seemed more or less in control of her faculties. For the moment anyway.

You could see why, what with the trail of cum leaking from her (perfect) pussy and the loose strings of it in her hair. As you looked closer, you saw more and more cum all over her body. And she wore it perfectly like semen was the newest style in fashion. After today it very well might be.

She stopped an arm's length from you and struck a casually seductive pose as if being sexy came to her as naturally as breathing.

"Are you the guy who's got these sluts wrapped around your finger?"

"Word travels fast," you said, "What have you heard?"

"Jessica said girls listen to you, like you can order them to caln down," Natasha said. You peeked around her to see Jessica standing in the back. You wondered where she had gotten off to. Guess this answered that question.

"Can you?" Natasha asked.

"Can I what?" You asked her back.

"Can you make girls act normal?" Natasha clarified.

"Do you feel normal?" You asked.

"No."

"Really? Because you seem lucid right now."

"I just came like fifteen times," she explained, "But it's not going to last. Can gou make me normal again?"