Note: The people and events described in this story are true. Due to governmental bigotry, their names have been changed to protect their identities. Their lives are potentially at risk.
Cycocks scanned the arrivals area of the train station again. His companion, Wolvsexfiend, stamped his feet in impatience. "We've been here for hours! Let's head back to base."
"You think this is a blast for me? It's torture!" shot back Cycocks.
Wolvsexfiend snorted in disbelief. Cycocks and Wolvsexfiend were both mutants with supernatural abilities. One of Cycocks' powers was that he was able to look at someone, and while concentrating; discern what their deepest, darkest sexual fantasy was. The leader of their mutant pack, Dr. seXavier, had sent him and Wolvsexfiend down to this dusty train station. Dr. seXavier, a skilled psychic, had picked up sinister vibes from an entity or group of entities on a train bound for this station. Unfortunately for Wolvsexfiend, this meant he had to stand around while Cycocks looked intently at people walking by while covertly massaging the bulge in his crotch.
Though Cycocks and Wolvsexfiend were stealthily dressed in unassuming grey suits, Cycocks' yellow modernistic wraparound glasses and Wolvsexfiend's elaborate black and yellow facemask made the pair stand out in the crowd of commuters. Cycocks' face was red with exertion and drops of sweat dotted his forehead as he concentrated fiercely, watching each person walk by.
One woman in a low-cut dress that came down to just above her knees walked by, her black heels clicking on the granite tile. FLASH! Cycocks saw in his mind's eye the woman on stage in the middle of a football stadium, presumably during halftime. As his mind's eye grew closer to the stage, Cycocks saw that the woman was seated in the lap of a large black man in a football uniform. She was fully naked, and he was fully clothed, save for his erect cock poking through a hole in his football pants. She was absorbed intensely in her activity of riding his huge cock, letting it slide all the way to the hilt before it emerged from her engorged pussy. In, out, in, out, and the roar and cheers of the crowd filled the stadium… FLASH! Cycocks' hand had unconsciously made its way to his grey pants once again, and his hard-on pressed against the zipper, struggling to escape. Cycocks sighed. "Friend, you just don't get it. Sure, my power is fun, but right now I've got the worst case of blue-balls in the WORLD!"
Wolvsexfiend had stopped listening. "Get a load of that innocent little hottie!" Cycocks turned and feasted his eyes. A redhead was walking towards them, struggling with her large piece of luggage. Her long straight hair was pulled back into a cute ponytail that made its way down and over her right shoulder, cascading over her right breast. A tight t-shirt with a fluffy dog on it restrained her breasts, and a strip of midriff revealed her flat toned stomach and belly button. Her tight faded jeans revealed her curvaceous legs. While Wolvsexfiend drooled as he watched the babe approaching, Cycocks scrunched up his forehead and concentrated… FLASH! The redhead's hands pressed against the man's chest as she rode him like a cowgirl. The man lying on the bed moaned as the redhead lapped at his neck. She straightened up and threw her head back, flipping her hair. She looked gorgeous. The man let out another moan, longer and deeper than the first. The redhead reached behind her and grabbed something off the foot of the bed. Cycocks couldn't see what it was until she wielded it high above her head with both hands. "Fuck me hard!" she screamed with a grin, and plunged the huge knife deep into the man's solar plexus. He let out a bloodcurdling scream as she continued to ride the man, moaning all the while, until she slid off, revealing a stiff, white, and certainly dead, cock. FLASH!
Cycocks stuttered, "Sh-she's the one!"
"Yeah…" Wolvsexfiend sighed.
"No, you dolt! She's the predator!" Seven similarly dressed girls with varying hair colors emerged from the loading platform. Cycocks had similar visions with these girls as they all struggled with their luggage.
"Oh! Ohh…" Wolvsexfiend said in revelation. "Alright." He leapt atop a kiosk giving out luggage buggies. "If you are not a sexual predator, please clear the area!" he shouted. "I repeat-"
Cycocks yanked him off. "You fucking blew our cover! God damn it! You are so stupid sometimes!"
People were scattering in all directions, abandoning their bags and sometimes their children in response to this huge masked man's bizarre request. Except for the eight country cuties. They struggled with their bags until they faced their adversaries, lined up. They each drew two huge knives from somewhere within their skimpy outfits and flourished them above their heads. "Come fuck us!" the sirens beckoned. "Slide into our waiting pussies…"
"Don't be fooled! These girls are strong and skilled, and we are severely outnumbered!" cautioned Cycocks. He whispered his plan in Wolvsexfiend's ear. All the while the girls moaned and rubbed at the crotches of their and their friend's tight jeans. All the while beckoning to the male marvels, and all the while clutching their ridiculously long knives.
Then, the superheroes sprung into action. Flinging off their useless suits, they revealed their majestic costumes. Cycocks, dressed in a tight blue jumpsuit that showed off his rippling abs and jacked biceps, also sported a half-cocked penis and pair of nuts that hung between his legs, through a hole in his outfit. Wolvsexfiend wore a yellow jumpsuit that struggled to keep from ripping as his broad shoulders shrugged and stretched. His limp penis hung six inches down, and as he cocked his head to one side, loudly cracking his neck, he growled, "Let's roll."
Launching himself forwards, Cycocks touched the metal yellow band that covered his eyes. Stream after stream of white laser light rocketed at the girls, and as the laser light hit each girl, her clothes fell in tatters to the floor, and a crescendo was let loose as knife after concealed knife clattered to the granite tile below. A handy second power, Cycocks thought to himself. The girls stumbled around, stunned. "Remember! We have less than twenty seconds before they regain full consciousness!" he yelled over the din of the falling knives.
"Right! And the only way to pacify these nymphos is with an earth-shattering orgasm!" yelled Wolvsexfiend, galloping towards the naked and nubile young hotties.
"Shit! How are we two going to fuck eight girls in twenty seconds?" Cycocks yelled in despair, realizing his folly.
Wolvsexfiend growled and grinned. "You just take care of your slut, okay? Leave it to me."
Cycocks grabbed a girl, bent her over, and began to ravage her, pouring all of his pent up sexual energy into this criminally horny girl. He leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations of the walls of her vagina grasping at his cock. Meanwhile, Wolvsexfiend was hard at work. He swept up the remaining seven girls in his arms, running with them like a runningback desperate to grab a first down with a minute to go in the fourth quarter and down by 4 points. He threw the naked sluts down on a clerk's table, piling them in two stacks of three, with one in between the stacks. The seconds were ticking away. He stabbed the middle slut with his monster cock and began plugging away at her, sedated grunts of pleasure emanating from the girl's body. He raised his fists up above his head, palms facing him, and gnashed his teeth. From the knuckles of his hands spurted phalli, three cocks from each hand. They hung limply down on his fingers, but as the smells and sounds of copulation floated up from the heat of Wolvsexfiend fucking the slutty sexual predator, the cocks sprang to life, erect and dangerous. He lowered his hands and turned his fists sideways. He moved as if to punch the girls, but instead plunged his knuckle-cocks into the three stories of vagina, and began to fuck seven girls at a time.
Cycocks had seen it many times and should have known that this was the solution. When he looked hard enough at Wolvsexfiend, he saw this or some variation of this. This was Wolvsexfiend's deep fantasy. And he was enjoying it. Letting out howls of animal pleasure, his entire body moved as if in some violent dance or martial art form. His legs straining under the weight of supporting this writhing beast, his hips thrusting his dick into one boiling pussy, and his biceps and triceps bulged as they vigorously orchestrated the fucking of three boiling pussies each. Wolvsexfiend fucked them so quickly and powerfully that steam began to rise from the sluts' engorged cunts, and once again the smells of sex wafted up. Wolvsexfiend took a deep sniff, gave an animal roar of approval, and resumed his activities.
"Fiend! Look!"
Cycocks, who had given his charge the O long ago and had blown his load deep within the quivering female, had heard a ticking. After he found that the source was the girls' bags of luggage, he stripped the bags naked with his laser sight and without surprise found eight ticking bombs, on old-fashioned fuses. Wolvsexfiend pulled out of seven vaginas, turned, and in one very fluid motion and with one very loud "UNNNGGH", ejaculated all over the bombs, his huge spray dousing not only the bombs but covering Cycocks head to toe and even spraying Cycocks' pacified whore thirty yards away. Cycocks, wiping jism from his face and spitting wildly, gave his friend the finger. "Well, that's that," he said.
Suddenly, the rush of an airship overhead drew their attention. A blast, and a huge hole replaced the ceiling. Four figures slid into view on cables dropped from the ship, and as they touched the floor, the airship sped away. Stormones strode energetically towards the spent friends. Her long flowing white hair partially covered her large supple chocolate breasts, which were fully exposed due to the revealing cut of her sleek black outfit. Her pussy was outlined as well, ready for action. Her face matched her breasts in their light brown color, and in their flawless beauty. Not far behind her was the more responsible and less impulsive Jean Sluttay, (pronounced slut-TAY) whose yellow and blue costume also had hemmed holes revealing her tits and pussy. Her wavy brown hair complemented her deep blue eyes and pale, perfect complexion. Her double-D tits seemed to hang in the air, perfectly round, perhaps as a result of her sexual telekinetic powers. Flanked on her right was the tenacious and confident IceStud. His entire body was a silvery blue-white sheen that sparkled brightly, brightest as it radiated from his long silvery wang and gloriously masculine testicles. Trailing was the shy and withdrawn nineteen-year-old Vogue, whose orange and brown costume only revealed her nipples, hiding the rest of her delectable breasts. A strip of trimmed brown hair framed her vagina, the only unshaved vagina among the seX-Men. Her hair was jet black save for a streak of white hair framing her young face and mouth-watering pursed red lips.