The Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Four: The Virgin of the Arcane Copyright 2014 Note: Thanks to b0b for being my beta reader Thursday, January 16th "We're going to be late, Fatima!" Kyle hollered from the bottom of the stairs. The front door opened and his mom stepped in, looking a little tired after her long day at work. "Hey, there," she said, smiling and hugging him. He felt his cock harden as her breasts pressed against him. You already had your sister, why not your mother?
No! he shouted at his lust. I'm drawing the line at mom! We'll see. "Off to practice?" she asked. "Yeah, if Fatima ever gets her ass down here!" He yelled the last part. She came down the stairs, giggling. They were both dressed in white tunics tucked into dark-blue trousers with wide, skirt-like legs called hakama. Kyle had a shinai over his shoulder, a bamboo practice sword used in Kendo, and a duffel bag full of his armor sex stories yoga teacher blue film the other.
His sister had a similar duffel bag and a long, wooden spear—a practice yari. "Here's my ass!" she exclaimed, presenting her shapely rear to Kyle. "It's all yours big brother." Kyle felt a sudden chill in his stomach. Their mom didn't know and, more importantly, wouldn't understand about he and his sister's new-found intimacy—she was Kyle's second wife, and had spent the last hour making love with Aaliyah. "Come on, give it a squeeze," she purred.
"I know you love it." "Fatima!" he gasped, glancing at his mom, but she had an amused expression on her dusky, beautiful face. "Don't be bashful just because of me," his mom smiled. "Your sister does have a cute ass." "What?" "Aaliyah took care of everything," Fatima smiled. "Mom understands about our love." Before Kyle could react, she proved it by throwing her arms around his neck and thoroughly kissing him.
Her lithe body rubbed against him, her tongue shoved into his mouth, and her arms tightened about his neck. It was a wonderful kiss, and the blood pumped hot through his veins.
Kyle was breathless when Fatima broke the kiss; his cock rock hard. "You're okay with this, mom?" "Of course." She sounded puzzled. "You're a loving, passionate young man. I can't wait to meet your other wives. I assume Christy will be one of them?" He didn't know what to say. He did hope that his girlfriend would be okay with being his third wife.
She didn't have a problem with him and Chyna, so maybe she could understand Aaliyah, but his little sister? He didn't see how anyone not befuddled by Aaliyah could understand that. You could just have Aaliyah befuddle Christy.
Kyle froze at that thought. Then shook his head, No, then she wouldn't be Christy. If he loved her, he couldn't tamper with her free will. That was the line. He wouldn't cross it for any reason. No matter what the consequences. "C'mon, let's go!" Fatima exclaimed, grabbing his hand and tugging. "We're gonna be late!" "Whose fault is that?" Kyle asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Don't give me that! You were enjoying it, too! So let's go!" He let his little sister—no, she's my wife now, too—pull him by the arm outside to his Ford Taurus. They threw their bags in the backseat and climbed in.
Kyle started his car, then noticed the huge grin plastered on her face. "What?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing. Her hand reached out, stroking his crotch. His cock hardened in an instant. "Wouldn't it be naughty if I sucked your cock while you drove?" Yes! The more cautious side of Kyle raised objections. "It would be dangerous. And someone could see us." "I don't care! I've always wanted to do this! So start driving, and I'll start sucking!" Kyle fought down his lust.
"No. It's dangerous. We could get in a car accident." Fatima tossed her hair, glaring at him, her dark eyes full of fire. "Why do you always have to be so down to earth! Can't you just take a risk?" "Someone has to be practical." He mollified his tone.
"I just couldn't risk you getting hurt, okay." That brought a smile to her face. Her hand snaked into his pants and grasped his cock. "Aaliyah!" she shouted. *Yes, my sister-wife,* Aaliyah's voice whispered in his mind. "I wish for Kyle's car to drive us safely to our dojo so I can suck on his cock without any risk," Fatima wished. *Done! Have fun!* His car started backing down out of their driveway on its own, leaving an uneasy feeling in Kyle's stomach.
The steering wheel turned, then it went into drive, and smoothly accelerated down the street. It even signaled at the stop sign before turning. "There, problem solved!" Fatima declared, then bent over and sucked her brother's cock into her hungry mouth.
"Shit!" he gasped, leaning back in his seat. Her mouth was wonderful, hot and wet. She sucked noisily, bobbing up and down. Her tongue flicked about, brushing his sensitive tip and sending pleasure shooting through him. He ran his hand through her black hair. "That's wonderful," he moaned.
"Oh, wow!" She popped off his cock, peering up at him. "See, just relax and enjoy what Aaliyah can do for us. Don't worry about things so much. Just relax and let your little sister suck you dry!" Then her mouth engulfed him again. His phone rang. "Call from Christy," echoed through his car's speakers, his phone was synced up to his stereo by Bluetooth.
Shit! he thought. He didn't want to answer the phone. He wanted to enjoy his little sister's blowjob. But it was Christy calling. "You gonna answer it?" Fatima asked, lapping at his cock with her tongue.
"She'll get mad if you ignore her!" "Stop blowing me." "Nope!" "I can't talk to my girlfriend while you—" Her hand snaked out and hit the button on the stereo, answering the phone. "Hey, cutie," he quickly answered, trying to sound casual, and painfully aware of the wet, slurping sounds of his sister's sloppy blowjob. "What's up?" "Nothing," she answered. "I just wanted to hear your voice." "Cool." he answered. His balls felt like they were about to exploded, excited about the situation and Fatima's wonderful, sucking mouth.
He was going to cum while talking to his girlfriend on the phone, pouring his jizz down his sister's throat. "Cut that out Fatima," he told his sister, not wanting to cum while talking to Christy. "What's going on?" his girlfriend asked. Fatima sucked harder. "My sister is being her same bratty." He came, gasping and grunting, as he pumped three large blasts of jizz down her throat.
"Damn, Fatima! That was." He stopped himself before he blurted out 'an amazing blowjob'. "What did she do?" Christy asked, fascinated. "What did she do?" he asked, repeating her question as his mind searched for an answered. "She.uh.goosed me." "I goosed him good!" Fatima giggled, cum staining her lips. "So, tomorrow night you're putting out for my brother, right?" His cheeks reddened. Kyle found it so bizarre to hear his sister talk to his girlfriend like this, even if his sister had just blown him.
Christy answered after a moment, her voice a little higher pitched, "If he plays his cards right." "I want you to knock his socks off!" beauty gives unfathomable throat hardcore and massage sister exclaimed. "Fatima, this isn't." Kyle tried to say. "Give it to him good!" Fatima continued. "He will be more than happy when I'm done," his girlfriend purred.
"Good," Fatima declared. "We have to go, we're at the dojo." Kyle blinked, realizing his car had already driven them here, and was pulling into the parking lot. "Have fun. Love you, Kyle." "I love you, too," he answered. "Can't wait for tomorrow night." Fatima grasped her brother's cock, still hard despite cumming down her throat.
He was excited for tomorrow night, looking forward to making love to Christy. "I can see how hard he is!" Fatima chimed, and he quickly hung up before she could say anything else. The car parked itself in front of Japanese brother sister incest creampie hentai erwisht and Fatima's uncle's dojo.
'Bushido Dojo' was written on the building with English letters stylized to look Japanese. Uncle Ethan, their dad's older brother, ran the dojo and he prided himself on teaching all of the Japanese warrior arts. Kyle and his sister both studied Akido, a martial art originally designed for armored samurai warriors and focused on grappling, and he studied Kendo, the art of the katana, while Fatima studied Sojudo, the art of the yari, a type of spear with a long, straight blade.
Kyle tucked his cock back into his pants, and grabbed his duffel bag. His uncle was a short, wiry Japanese man with an iron grip. "Hey, Kyle," he smiled, crushing his nephews hand so hard Kyle feared one day his bones would break.
"And there's my beautiful princess." Kyle thought it unfair that his uncle just hugged Fatima. "Hey, Uncle Ethan," she answered. "Sensei," Kyle nodded. Unlike Fatima, he had to refer to their uncle as Sensei at the dojo. Fatima was the daughter his uncle never had. The Dojo was decorated like an old-fashioned, Japanese dojo. Dark-stained hardwood covered the floor and a rice paper covered the walls. Japanese watercolors hung from thick, dark-brown support beams. Other students were here.
Tonight was weapon training. There were groups training in Kendo and Sojudo and out back a group were practicing Kyudo, Japanese archery. His eyes froze on a graceful beauty drawing back a yumi—the Japanese asymmetrical bow, the grip wasn't in the center of the bow, but was only a third of the way up the bow—to her smooth cheek and releasing an arrow at a target. She was Japanese, with long, black hair, and pale, delicate features that seemed carved from porcelain.
"She's new," Uncle Ethan said, standing at his shoulder. "Just started today. Her father's some executive running his company's American subsidiary." "She's beautiful," Kyle blurted out. "Don't you have a girlfriend?" his uncle asked. "Kyle's a player," giggled Fatima. Right. I have two wives and a girlfriend. And a sex slave! That's more than enough women for one guy, Kyle reminded himself.
But he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was radiant, graceful. His heart beat faster. Staring at the Japanese girl reminded him of the first time he laid eyes on Christy last year. Their last year they had shared biology with Ms. Franklin and he had been sitting at his desk when she walked in and stole his breath away.
Strangely, it also reminded Kyle of Aaliyah materializing out of the lamp and appearing on busty olivia gives oral and titsjob hiding from her boyfriend bedroom floor. "You have practice now," Fatima said, nudging him. "You can gawk at pretty girls latter." The girl seemed to feel his boring gaze on her, and she turned, nodding her head at him, then drew a second arrow, aimed carefully, and released.
So beautiful! His sister made a purring sound. "She is gorgeous, isn't she? I wouldn't mind licking her pussy." "Kyle, time for practice.
Stop daydreaming!" his uncle barked. "Sorry, Sensei." "Told you," giggled Fatima. It seemed really unfair that his sister, who was slacking off with him, wasn't scolded at all. Kyle had trouble focusing during practice. He kept glancing at the girl through the mesh visor of his helmet, and his opponents kept landing blows with their shinai, bamboo practice swords, on his armor. "Young people," his uncle muttered in disgust. "Come on, Kyle. Focus!" He grit his teeth, but when he wasn't staring at the girl practicing her archery, he was thinking of Christy, Aaliyah, and Fatima.
How could I get Christy to accept this? How could she find incest tolerable even if she could share me with other short haired babe sucks my cock telsev A shinai cracked across his forearm and he winced. "Pay attention," Hudson, his sparing partner snarled.
"Next time, I'll crack you in the balls!" Kyle bore down, and made through the rest of practice without getting his balls cracked. Even with the armor on, it would hurt.
He didn't do great though, but he survived with his balls intact. His sister had an amused smile on her flushed face as she skipped up to him, her practice spear slung over a shoulder. "It must be tough being a guy," she grinned. "Whenever you get a stiffy, you can't concentrate on anything." He grunted, his forearm still smarting, and started stripping off his padded armor.
"Her name is Fumi" Fatima whispered, removing her own armor. "What?" "The bow girl." There was a sly smile on her face. "I could have Aaliyah arrange for a more intimate meeting." Kyle flushed and hesitated. It would be wrong, like with Christy. "No. Keep Aaliyah out of this." Fatima pursed her lips, examining him. "Ohh, are you in love? Three girls aren't enough for your heart?" Her words froze him.
Was this love? It was similar to the same, heart pounding feeling he had for Christy—and Fatima and Aaliyah. You will need four before you claim the throne. Aaliyah's words echoed in his head. The Genie expected him to have four wives. Christy and Fumi would make four. Maybe Christy was fine with sharing him, but he didn't even know Fumi. Such a beautiful name. Mind whirling with four different women's faces, Kyle stumbled to his car, duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
He threw it in the backseat and climbed into the driver seat. Fumi was still practicing.
He could see her in the archery range from where he parked. Her black hair was gathered in a long ponytail that fell down the back of her white tunic, and the hakama she wore seemed to hug her ass; his cock hardened. *Done!* Aaliyah's voice echoed in his head.
"What?" he asked, realizing his sister must have made a wish. He glanced over to see Fatima's naked, slim, olive-toned body flushed, and her budding breasts topped with hard, dark nipples. Lust burned in her eyes, and she seemed to leap at him from the passenger seat, straddling his waist. His car seemed to elongate, his seat sliding back, the steering wheel giving her enough room to straddle his lap comfortably.
"Fatima." Her kiss caught his words off, shoving her tongue deep into his mouth, while her hands grasped his hard cock.
Her skin pressed against his and Kyle realized his clothes had vanished, too. Her hands guided him to her pussy; she sank down him, and they both moaned with passion. She was so tight and warm and wet and wonderful. "Oh, god, I was so horny in practice thinking about Fumi," she purred in his ear. He turned to look at the Japanese girl as his sister licked his ear. "I bet you can't wait to feel swallowed lily labeau and haley reed double sloppy blowjob pussy about your cock!" His sister pumped her cunt on his cock, and he couldn't help groaning.
"What if someone sees us?" "Don't worry, Aaliyah is taking care of that!" she moaned. "Oh, wow! I love your cock!" Kyle couldn't take his eyes off Fumi as his sister rode him.
Her lips kissed and sucked at his ear, hissing dirty ideas to him: "I want to suck your cum out of her pussy! Out of her ass!" and "I can't wait for you to bend her over and fuck her hard!" and "I want to kneel down next to her and we'll both lick your cock!" I want that, too he realized.
"Yes! I want to fuck her pussy while she eats yours out, Fatima!" he roared, squeezing her ass. Fatima's cunt convulsed on his cock. "Oh, yes! That'd be hot!" She bucked, cumming hard. "I can't wait! Make her your wife! I want to share her with Aaliyah and Christy!" An image of him in bed with all four girls, loving and fucking each other, flooded his mind. Christy's pale, Fumi's light-olive, Fatima's dusky, and Aaliyah's dark skin all writhing together.
Kissing, sucking, licking. And he was in the middle. Four wonderful, beautiful women squirming about him, sharing him. "I love you!" he yelled out as he came. "I love you all!" Somehow he would have them all. Woo them, convince them, and make them needy mom india summer gives dirty lessons. He had two, and almost had Christy, and he would get Fumi as well.
Fatima collapsed in his arms, breathing on his neck. He held her, savoring her feel as he watched the Japanese girl unstrung her bow and covered it in a cloth sheathe. "She is gorgeous," Aaliyah purred. Kyle jumped. His Genie wife sat in the passenger seat, her dusky tits heaving with excitement. She was naked, and he noticed her hand buried between her thighs, pumping away at her pussy. Adding her spicy scent to Fatima's tart filling the car. "Aaliyah!" gasped Fatima. Ultimate surrender cheyenne jewel vs tiffany tyler his sister squealed and tackled her.
The passenger seat leaned back as his sister rubbed her cunt into Aaliyah's. "Do you feel that? That's our husband's cum leaking out of me!" "I can feel it!" moaned the Genie. "And your hot, little cunt rubbing against mine! Harder! I need to cum, too!" His car shook as the two girls tribbed with passion.
Kyle couldn't help but watch his sister's naked ass clench as she writhed against Aaliyah. They were just so goddamned beautiful. His cock was hardening, and he stroked it. The rap at his window startled him. For a moment fear flooded through him; he was naked, and two girls fucked in the seat next to him. Then he remembered that Aaliyah had taken care of everything.
He started to relax and turned; his heart caught in his throat. There was Fumi at his window, a soft smile on her delicate face. He rolled it down. "Eh, yes?" "I love your cunt!" Fatima gasped next to him.
Color flushed his cheeks and he tried to ignore the girlish squeals. "I saw you watching me," Fumi said, her words slow and carefully spoken. "Eh, yeah. You're, um, very good." She blushed. "You seemed distracted during your practice." A shy smile spread on her lips, and she bowed. "I am so sorry for breaking your concentration." "It's alright.
You were just so graceful. I couldn't help looking." he swallowed, keenly aware of the two girls writhing in passion next to him, apparently invisible to Fumi. She frowned, glancing at the car. Is she wondering why the car is rocking?
"I hope it didn't make you uncomfortable." She shook her head. "No. When a cute boy stares at you it's." she blushed, clapping hands over her mouth. Kyle did a mental elbow pump. Then he swallowed, and asked, "So, um, you're new in town?" "Yes.
My family only moved here last week." "Well, maybe I can take you out for a bite to eat? Say Saturday around four." Christy had her book club meeting on Saturday, so he wouldn't have to worry about his girlfriend wanting to get together. She gave him a considering look. "I think I would like that." She worried her lip. "I do not even know your name." "Kyle Unmei.
You're Fumi, right?" "Unmei? You are related to the Sensei?" "My uncle." She smiled. "Then we have a date, Unmei-san." "Way to go, big bro!" moaned Fatima, still tribbing away. Fumi walked away and Kyle couldn't help grinning like a fool.
Everything was going amazing since Aaliyah entered his life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Friday, January 17th "Aaliyah," a voice whispered, shaking the Djinn's shoulder. She had been dreaming of her father's palace, idling in the pleasure garden watching Kyle and Fatima sport in a pool. There had been chains about my wrists though. Why? Like a mirage on the horizon, her dream was hazy and indistinct, but the chains worried her and she had a feeling someone close had tricked her into them.
"Wake up, sleepy head," the voice whispered in her ear, hot breath tickling her neck. Fatima's voice. Her eyes fluttered opened; Fatima's face was inches from her own; her dark, almond-shaped eyes peering into hers. A grin split her sister-wife's face, naughty and mischievous. Next to her, Kyle shifted in his sleep, rolling onto his side, his broad, dark-olive back facing her.
"I had an idea," Fatima giggled. "Let's wake him up in style!" The unease Aaliyah felt about the dream vanished as Fatima whispered her idea. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pleasure trembled through Kyle, drawing him out of sleep. Something wet and warm moved around his cock.
A tongue. He heard girlish giggles, and then a tongue licked at his balls. He was confused for a moment, then remembered going to bed with his wives last night. He opened his eyes; two, black-haired heads crowded his crotch, kneeling on the bed. He could see their sleek backs and their asses wiggling as they licked his cock. Aaliyah was lapping at his head while Fatima sucked his balls in her lips. "You sure know how to spoil a guy," he groaned.
"When your cock is this great, bro, it's not a problem!" "So it's my cock you love?" His little sister grinned. "I love every part of you!" Aaliyah's tongue swirled about his cock, then she opened wide and swallowed him. Fatima moved lower, her tongue licking through his taint. The Genie hummed around his shaft, vibrations tingling through him, as his sister's tongue licked through his crack and found his asshole.
"Holy shit, Fatima!" he gasped as her tongue swirled around his asshole.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" "Porn!" she answered, then buried her tongue back into his asshole. Their two mouths worked him hard and he shifted on the bed as the pleasure increased in his balls. His Genie wife worked her mouth lower and lower on his cock; the tip brushed the back of her throat. She swallowed, and he was buried all the way down her throat. "Fuck yes!" he moaned. "You dirty sluts!" His balls were about to mom and sun seeping chudi. Fatima had her tongue wormed into his ass, and Aaliyah's had engulfed every inch of his cock, her tight throat wonderfully vibrating about his shaft as she kept humming.
The sensations were growing too much. His cock erupted. "Yes, yes!" he groaned. Aaliyah moved her head up his shaft in the blink of an eye, capturing his cum in her mouth. A thick glob leaked out when she released his dick, dripping down onto Fatima's head—white cream matted in black hair. "Um, share," Fatima purred. The two kissed, pink tongues working in each other's mouths as they savored his cum. The two girls started writhing together on his bed.
Kyle glanced at his clock, and sighed. They needed to get ready for school. Leaving his two wives to enjoy themselves, he walked to the bathroom, forgetting he was naked.
"Oh!" his mom gasped. He spun, then blushed, covering his junk. His mom's eyes flickered down and her dusky cheeks blushed darkly. "Sorry!" "It's okay," she answered, a little breathless.
"I've seen one before." She looked up at the ceiling as he pushed by and Kyle noticed how nicely she filled out her robe. He took a cold shower, wrestling with the urge to have Aaliyah charm his mom into joining him in the shower so they could 'wash' each other. When he finished, his sister was naked and waiting for her turn. "You should have stayed. I made Aaliyah scream my name!" "We have to go to school," he answered. "If I stayed, I didn't think that was happening." Fatima gave a wicked laugh.
"You're probably right." "You could have just wished to be clean and ready," Aaliyah purred. "Right," Kyle yawned. "Still not fully awake." "I wish to be clean and ready for school," Fatima declared. In a blink of an eye, she was dressed, her hair styled, and makeup applied. Aaliyah laid back on the pillow, dozing half-draped in the mussed sheets, her round breasts rising and falling as she breathed. Kyle paused to admire his wife's beauty, before he began dressing in his Army JROTC uniform.
It was Friday, and all the cadets had to wear their uniforms to school. Blue pants, gray dress shirt festooned with his various ribbons, and a darker blue jacket. "What is that?" Aaliyah asked. "My uniform." She blinked. "Uniform?" He explained about being in the Junior Reserve Horny milf stepmom sucks a stepsons dick under a shower Training Corps, and his plans to join the Army when he graduated college.
A smile beamed across her face and when he finished, she exclaimed, "You're a warrior!" "I. yeah, I guess," he answered.
She nodded her head in satisfaction. "Good. It had slipped my mind in all the.excitement, but I have a gift for you. It's good that you already have training." He frowned. "What?" "Come on, Kyle, we need to go!" Fatima shouted. "We'll be late for school." "You do not have school tomorrow, right?" she asked. He nodded. "Good. We'll start your training." Confused, Kyle grabbed his backpack and left the room.
Fatima wasn't in JROTC, so she only wore a jean skirt, a pair of red tights hugging her thighs, and a flowery top beneath her heavy jacket. He stepmom licks teen and fucks her bf on his beret as he stepped outside. It was raining, another dreary, soggy, Washington morning. Usually Fatima rode the bus to school. Today, she climbed into his passenger seat. "From now on we're riding to school together," she smiled, leaning over to kiss him on the lips.
"Sure. But, uh, we need to keep our relationship on the down-low." She nodded her head and then pulled her tights down and panties. "Want to fuck me while the car drives us to Britney's?" Fatima bounced on his cock while Aaliyah's magic drove the car to his best friend's house.
His sister gasped and moaned as she rode him, her pussy hot and tight on his cock. They didn't last long; Fatima came first, her juicy cunt milking his cock and he creamed her snatch as they rounded the corner and pulled up to Britney's house. "This is the best way to go to school," purred Fatima. "Yeah," Kyle grinned. "I can get used to this." "Aaliyah, can you anal fuck asa akira jynx maze jada stevens tori lux carolyn reese us up?" Fatima asked.
*Of course I can, my loves.* In the blink of an eye, their clothes were straightened and their bodies cleaned. Britney walked out, her honey-brown hair its usual, disheveled mess. She wore a baggy, deep-maroon sweater and gray sweat pants. She blinked in surprise through her thick glasses when she noticed his sister in the passenger seat. Without saying a word she climbed into the backseat, her nose sniffing. She couldn't be smelling anything. Aaliyah cleaned everything up.
Britney gave his sister a considering look, then glanced at Kyle. "I thought you and your sister didn't get along?" "We had a heart-to-heart last night," Kyle answered. "And this morning," giggled Fatima. "And on the car ride over here." The blood rushed to Kyle's cheek and sweat broke out on his brow. "How nice," Britney answered. "And how are things going with your wife?" "Um, fine," he answered. "She's a very generous girl," his sister piped in.
"Very skilled with her hands." Britney nodded and pulled out a textbook and started reading. "Kyle has a crush on this Japanese girl from our dojo." Britney looked up. "Another girl, Kyle." Her tone was full of disapproval. "And have you told Christy about your wife." "Not yet. I'm trying to find the way." "Christy's going to fuck him tonight!" "You seem excited by that, Fatima," Britney mused.
"I love my brother; I want him to be happy." "Christy is not right for him. She is hiding something." Kyle could feel his friend's eyes boring into the back of his head. "She is going to hurt you. Dump her before she breaks your heart." "Are you jealous?" Fatima asked, peering back. "Do you have a crush on Kyle?" Britney's answer was a flat, unequivocal no.
Kyle didn't know if she was gay or uninterested in a relationship, but he did know that he had no attraction to her. Out of all the women in his life, Kyle had never fantasized about his best friend.
"I just do not want to see your brother hurt. He is a special guy. I sensed it the first time I met him." When Kyle arrived at school, he joined the color guard and raised the flags in front of the school. It was part of his JROTC duties. He met up with Christy and, true to his girlfriend's word, she made them both late to math class. Kyle didn't mind, her mouth was hot and eager as they made out in a secluded corner. As the day went on, Kyle found himself lusting after every girl or attractive teacher he saw.
He was tempted to make some wishes and have some fun. His third period was English, and Ms. Capello was a smoking-hot, Italian Goddess, with tan skin and honey-brown hair, and the most sultriest smile that made his cock hard. And it wasn't just Ms. Capello he thought of sticking his cock into, but the other girls in his English class. He imagined caramel-skinned Rosalinda, dressed in her silver and blue cheerleaders outfit today, crawling under his desk and sucking his cock, or doll-faced Iseul, Christy's best friend, perched on his desk, her legs spread, and his face buried into her bushy snatch.
His thought drifted to enjoying a nice titty fuck from busty Darleen while making out with gray-eyed Lexie. Britney sat next to him in English, and kept having to kick his shin under the table to keep him focused on the lessons. "You need to stop drooling over every girl in class," she hissed in his ear. "You will never get into a good college if you do not pay attention. Your Junior year is so important." His cock was aching when the bell rang and it was time for lunch. Chyna waited for him in the cafeteria, and greeted him with a big kiss for all the school to see.
She kept 'forgetting' his command to keep their relationship hidden from their classmates. "I need you so bad," she whispered in his ear. "I had trouble sleeping. I need to be with you, Kyle. I'm your slave." "You fucking stud, Kyle," Pablo grinned, punching my shoulder. "Christy's going to kill you." "I'm going to do something to him," his girlfriend declared.
"Jeez, do I need to get a firehouse and spray you down, Chyna?" "Sorry," she muttered. "Come on, we need to talk," she declared, then glared at Pablo. "What are you looking at?" "Just watching the show.
Curious to see what happens when a guy get his balls torn off." Christy hooked her arm around Kyle's. "Sorry, any ball busting's going to be done in private. So get lost!" "Sorry," Kyle muttered.
"I told her not to." "I guess you have to punish me, Master," Chyna purred. "You could spank my ass." She leaned in, whispering, "I'm not wearing any panties under my skirt." "You need to tone it down, slut," Christy muttered as they walked. "Everyone's talking behind my back about how you stole my boyfriend." "Is that why Iseul gave me the stink eye?" Kyle asked. His girlfriend nodded. "Everyone thinks your cheating on me, and I'm too stupid to see it." "Sorry," he muttered; a spike of guilt stabbed through him.
But they're my wives. I'm sure Christy will understand Aaliyah. "Christy, there's something—" "In here," Christy interrupted, opening up the janitor's closet he fucked Chyna in yesterday. His girlfriend tugged him in and Chyna followed. "Your slave needs to be fucked so she can control herself." He gaped at her. "You brought me here so I could fuck another woman?" "I know, I'm the greatest girlfriend in the world," she smiled.
Chyna rubbed her ass against Kyle's pants. "Ohh, fuck me, Master! Can't you smell how hot I am?" There was a tart musk in the air, and her ass felt great rubbing against his cock. "Down on your knees, slave!" "Oh, yes!" she moaned, dropping to her knees. She flipped up her skirt to expose her dusky ass. It looked arse of lovely girl is drilled hardcore and blowjob inviting, he knew where he was sticking his cock.
He knelt behind her, smearing his cock against her bushy cunt. That wouldn't do. "Chyna. Tonight I want you to shave your bush." "I will! Fuck me, please! Don't tease me, Master!" She gasped as he shoved his cock up her ass, shivering in pain and pleasure. Her ass was so tight, squeezing his cock like a vice as Kyle worked it deeper and deeper into her bowels. She let out a wordless howl, and then her breasty playgirl flirts and gets licked pornstar hardcore squeezed hard his cock.
"I'm cumming!" she screamed. "I'm cumming!" "Keep it down, bitch," Christy muttered. "I didn't ward this place against sound!" Then to Kyle's amazement, she reached under her long, purple skirt, and pulled her panties down. He caught a brief glimpse of her brown-furred pussy, before she pulled Chyna's face beneath her skirt into her cunt. "Lick, bitch!" she ordered. "That'll keep you quiet." Chyna must have licked, because his girlfriend let out a soft sigh, a smile on her lips.
She didn't even hesitate, Kyle mused in amazement. His girlfriend squeezed her eyes shut, her pouty lips pursed in passion as she ground her pussy on his sex slave's mouth. "She's good," Christy purred. "Umm, suck my clit!" She leaned over and kissed him on the lips as they shared the sex slave. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, moaning into him. He fucked Chyna faster, driving the whore into his girlfriend's pussy.
Exhilaration filled him; Kyle knew Christy was going to be his wife; she could handle sharing him with other women. He let his hands slide down, groping her tits through her shirt. She grabbed them, and moved them away, breaking the kiss.
"Not until tonight," she moaned. "Why wait!" he gasped, pleasure from Chyna's tight ass making it hard to think. "I love you, Christy. I want to be with you!" Indecision filled her face. "No. I want our first time to be special!
Not in a broom closet!" He was about to point out the hypocrisy of that statement, hairy pussy beauty squirts on fucking machine Chyna came again, her ass convulsing about his cock as her moans were muffled by Christy's snatch. His girlfriend gasped, hazel eyes widening, then she shook. "Oh, wow!" she gasped. "She is good at that!" "Did you cum?" She nodded, then leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Cum in the bitch's ass!
I want to watch her lick your cock clean!" "I want that too, Master!" his slave exclaimed from beneath Christy's skirt. His balls boiled over and he flooded her ass full of his cum. He kissed Christy as he thrust the last, few times into Chyna's ass, emptying his balls. He popped out and her asshole gaped obscenely open for a moment, oozing white spunk, before the slut whirled around and licked his dirty cock. "You are the best girlfriend," he panted, hugging her to him as his slave licked him clean.
"Wait until tonight," she promised. He kissed her again, then realized what she had said. "Are you.bi, Christy?" She squirmed. "Why do you ask?" "You said Chyna was good at pussy licking." "I am," she answered after a moment. "I've been with girls before. But never a guy. You're not." Fear and pain crept into her face.
"No," he quickly answered, giving her a quick kiss. "I think that makes me love you more. I think I'm growing fond of having more than one woman." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aaliyah's mind kept going back to her dream and the rat. Last night, her homnoculi had killed someone's familiar.
Someone with power was hunting her, and now she'd had that dream. Fear nibbled at her heart; she had thought there would be time to get Kyle ready.
A whole year before he would turn nineteen, but now she was afraid things were going to happen to fast. Stretched out on the sitting room floor where four weapons. She had conjured the sitting room mere heartbeats ago; Aaliyah had spent the morning mother lift her son kichan his pocket realm, adding this central room, then she created a room for herself and moved Fatima's bedroom into the realm. There was space to add his other two wives their own rooms, as well as a commune area for any concubines to share.
She stared at the four japanese game show mon n son. She was sure Kyle would choose the sword, and reached out to touch the Earthbones Scimitar, a magnificent weapon forged of Damascus steel and inlaid with yellow gold markings. A weapon fit for a Sultan. Beside it lay the Fireheart Qanah, a cavalry spear inlaid with red gold; the Waterclaw Janbiya, a short, curved dagger inlaid with blue gold; and the Windfeather Hijazi, a composite horsebow made of sandalwood and inlaid with green gold.
He would need three warriors to award these weapons to, his champions to help him defeat the Marid and free the Djinn. She reverently picked up each weapon, and hung them on a blank wall. Each coursed with the power of one of the four elements. She liked the scimitar the best; she was a Jann, made of dust blowing in the wind.
The janbiya made her skin crawl. It was water, the element of the Marid. Water and Earth had long warred against each other, Earth always giving way before the incessant force of Water. Kyle would change that. A door opened downstairs. Her husband and sister-wife were home.
She smiled, and went downstairs to greet them. She loved them both and, while they were different, they both had generous, caring hearts. Aaliyah had been prepared for a husband that only cared for the power she brought him, not for a husband, let alone a wife, that loved her for whom she was.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You look so handsome," Aaliyah purred as he stared in the mirror. "You think so?" Kyle asked. Fatima nodded, giving him a thumbs up. "You are so yummy, bro. Shame it's wasted on your girlfriend. She better put out tonight." He had on his best pair of jeans, and a nice shirt tucked into his pants.
Over that he wore an unbuttoned dress shirt. He always found getting ready for a date to be a little stressful. He didn't want to look like a slob when he picked up Christy, but his fashion sense wasn't always the greatest. Aaliyah kissed him on the lips. "Have fun, my love." "Go get her, brother!" Fatima beamed. "I want to hear all the juicy details about how she fucks!" He practically sped his car to Christy's house. It was raining again, so he grabbed his umbrella and hurried to her door.
Christy looked gorgeous in a ruffled, black skirt, black tights, and a tight, red top with a V neckline beneath her thick jacket. Her hair was done up into curls and he held the umbrella up as they walked to his car. He took her to Red Robin for dinner. It wasn't the most romantic place, but it was their favorite restaurant to eat at.
They laughed and talked and during dinner, her foot rubbed against his leg, while she grinned at him. The movie Kyle took her to was a chick flick, something to get her in the mood so she'd put out.
He loved Christy, and he wanted to share that love physically with her, and though she had promised that they were going all the way tonight, he didn't want to take any chances "It's so empty," Christy giggled when the movie started. "We have it all to ourselves. How weird for a Friday night." It wasn't weird. Kyle had made a wish. They spent the first thirty minute's making out, neither caring about the movie as their tongues fenced.
Kyle found his hand on her breast, squeezing them through her top; she squirmed in her seat, and kissed him back with a great deal of passion. Her hand rubbed up his thigh, working it up to the hard bulge in his pants. Even over the movie, Kyle could hear the sound of his zipper rasping open.
Her hand reached in, soft and warm, and drew out his cock. She stroked it, her mouth kissing him harder. He groaned, his cock at full mast, her thumb rubbing along the sensitive tip. "I love you," she whispered, then bent down and sucked his cock into her lips. It was an awkward blowjob. But his girlfriend was finally giving something up to him, and that made it amazing. Her tongue was stiff, and her head moved awkwardly. He rubbed his hands through her hair, leaning back in the seat, and groaning.
"Wow, Christy! That's big tits babe fucked in threesome casting seemed to become more sure, his praise giving her confidence, and she sucked harder. He shut his eyes and enjoyed her hummer. Every time she sucked, the cum in his balls came closer and closer to flooding her mouth. "I gonna cum!" he groaned.
She sucked harder. His body shuddered as his cum rushed out of him, back arching into the chair. He could feel her throat working as she swallowed. She sat up, gasping for breath, a little bit of cum on her lips.
"Wow. That was. interesting." "It was amazing! I love you so much!" She blushed, licking her lips, then teen lesbian girlfriends do masturbation sex video in her seat.
"It got me so damned horny." "Maybe I could help," Kyle answered, kissing her neck. "I could return the favor." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christy couldn't contain her amazement as her boyfriend slid down onto the movie theater's floor and reached under her skirt. She raised her hips, beautiful chicks amp fellows in group fun him pull down her tights and frilly, pink underwear.
Her scent filled her nose—the tangy musk carmen in rainbow knee socks gets shafted her lust. She lifted her skirt up and he buried his face between her legs. "Oh, wow!" she gasped as he took a lick. It was different than having a girl lick her. His tongue was more forceful, digging from her hole to her clit with one swipe, and his lips and chin were rough with stubble, irritating her wonderfully as he rooted around in her folds.
Her hips jerked in pleasure and she moaned again. "Oh, Kyle! I love you! Keep doing that!" she moaned. His tongue wiggled inside her, igniting the nerves in her body. She gripped his hair; her hips writhed, grinding her sensitive flesh against his stubbled cheeks. Electricity shot through her. She couldn't stop moaning, her passion louder than the movie.
She clapped a hand over her mouth, afraid the projectionist would hear her. He found her clit. She erupted. "Oh, Kyle," she panted as her orgasm quaked through her. She shuddered a second time, and gasped for air as he rose up. He kissed her; she enjoyed her tangy flavor on his lips. She savored their kiss, and felt an itch returning between her thighs.
"I don't know about you," she husked, "but I'm so horny. Let's go to my place." She laughed at the look of excitement in his eyes, and he practically dragged her out of the theater. She barely had time to pull her panties and tights up. They giggled and laughed, drawing looks from the crowded theater as they pressed through the crowd in the lobby. Why was the theater empty if it's so busy?
she briefly wondered, then Kyle kissed her and drove that question out of her mind. Her boyfriend sped back to her house. She texted Iseul on the ride over. "U crzy," she sent back. "He cheatd on u!!" Anger seethed in her briefly. She hated whomever cast that spell on her boyfriend and Chyna. It wasn't Kyle or Chyna's fault that they had their 'relationship', and she had to admit she enjoyed sharing in it.
But she wasn't going to let something out of their control ruin her own relationship with this amazing guy. Her stomach started roiling as they pulled into her driveway.
The enormity of it all fell upon her. I'm going to lose my virginity, she realized in awe. She glanced at Kyle, his round, handsome face full of strength and his dark, almond-shaped eyes full of love.
He grinned at her, and reached out and squeezed her hand. "I'll be gentle," he promised. She relaxed. He's the one. He'll never hurt me. Guilt bubbled up inside her. Tomorrow night, Ms Franklin would want to claim her fully, fucking her with a strap-on like she had been promising for months now.
She couldn't hide behind her virginity any longer. There has to be a way out of this hole I dug. "We don't have to do this," Kyle promised, cupping her face, sensing her turmoil even if he didn't know the source.
"If you don't want to." "I want to," she whispered back. Tonight, she would be all his. It had stopped raining during the movie, and they had to navigate a few puddles in her driveway. She had him park down the street. She wanted him to spend the night and had just the spell in mind to let her get away with this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Goddess Hecate, I beseech you," Christy prayed, startling Kyle, the porch glinting off her amber necklace.
"Blind my parents this night and allow our love to be hidden from them." Kyle kept his face straight, wanting to respect his girlfriend's new-found religion. It did seem silly to him.
Of course, his mom prayed to Jesus and God, and that seemed equally as ridiculous to him. "I want you paula lee playing with herself and teasing spend the night," she whispered. "I want to. make love to you." "What about your parents?" "The Goddess will hide us," she answered, rolling her eyes.
Kyle had his doubts, so he sent a thought to Aaliyah and wished for her parents to not disturb them. *Fatima has a message for you,* she sent after performing the wish. *Make her scream your name when she cums!* That brought a grin to his lips. "What are you grinning about?" Christy asked. "I'm going to make you scream my name when you climax." She blushed beet red.
"I think I'd like that." They quietly tiptoed to her room. Her parents room was on the first floor, while Christy's room was upstairs. He winced every time the stair creaked, certain her parents would investigate, but Aaliyah's wish seemed to be working. It wasn't his first time in her bedroom, but it was the first time she closed and locked the door.
It was a girly room, stuffed animals on the bed, and posters of Justin Bieber and One Direction covered the wall. A hairbrush lay on her nightstand next to her bed, and he always wondered if she brushed her hair or used it as an impromptu dildo. Maybe both. They sank on her bed, kissing. Then she stood up to put on some music, more boy band garbage, but he was too horny to care. She swayed in front of him, smiling, and pulled off her top.
Her bra big nipple japanese lesbian cosplay frilly, powder-blue, and thin enough he could see the shadow of her nipples. She pealed off her tights and dropped her skirt. "You are beautiful," he whispered, reaching out to caresses her stomach.
Her hands reached behind her back; her bra slipped off her shoulders, and her perky tits came into view. They were smaller than Aaliyah's and bigger than Fatima's, topped with mauve nipples, tiny and cute, and erect. He pulled her to him and captured a nipple, sucking on it.
She moaned, cradling his head. "Oh, Kyle! That feels great!" Her hands pushed off his dress shirt, then Christy grasped the t-shirt and pulled it over his head. She grinned, running her hands across his lean, muscular chest. Kendo left Kyle in great shape. They kissed, tongues dancing, and he laid her down on her bed. Her hazel eyes shone with desire as she stared up at him.
So beautiful Kyle captured a nipple with his lips, enjoying the feel of the little nub on his tongue. His hands explored her sides, tracing her silky panties until he found big tits babe fucked in threesome casting warmth between her legs.
He rubbed her, moisture beading through as her excitement grew. He wanted to taste her again, and kissed down her stomach. Christy's tangy scent grew as he kissed across her pale stomach. He hooked two fingers in her panties, and drew them off her hips.
He tossed them to the floor and gazed at her pussy in the light of her bedroom. He'd seen a lot of cunts on the internet, and hers was beautiful.
Tight slit covered by a neatly trimmed down of brown hair. Her excitement glistened on the hairs and Kyle breathed deeply of her passion. He spread her open. Pink, moist flesh spasmed as she twitched in desire. He buried his face in, tongue brushing against her hymen.
He loved her taste and the soft gasps that escaped her lips as she writhed on her bed. She cried out his name, hips rotating as her passion mounted. He moved his lips up, sucking on her clit. She went wild. Bucking and screaming and grinding on his face. Juices squirted into his lips, her breasts heaved and jiggled. Aaliyah's wish definitely worked; her scream could have awakened the entire neighborhood but her parents didn't come barging in.
"I'm ready, Kyle!" she moaned. He pushed his pants and boxes down, his hard cock springing out, precum leaking out of the tip. She licked her lips, and he remembered just how sweet they had felt on his cock. He crawled up her body, nipping at her tits, then kissing her. Her limbs wrapped around him, pulling him tight into her embrace. He rubbed his cock along her slit, pressing against her hymen. He pushed; her virginity holding for moment, stretching but not tearing. Christy moaned, her fingernails biting into his back.
He thrust, ripping through, and was buried into her amazing depths. "Oh, wow!" she gasped in awe, then she purred. "Umm, what are you waiting for?" He pumped inside her. She kissed him, her hips twitching, her hard nipples rubbing against his chest.
She felt different inside than Fatima, Aaliyah, or Chyna. He picked up the pace, deep, hard strokes that made her gasp every time he bottomed out. "Christy!" he grunted. His pace grew faster, his passion mounting. He was finally fucking his girlfriend. She was lithe and wet and wonderful beneath him. Her lips kissed and teased him, her hands roamed his back, sometimes clawing as her passion overwhelmed her.
She came first, bucking and gasping, her tight sheath massaging his shaft. "Harder!" she moaned. "Make me really cum!" He maddy reilly anal and blacked sex stories xxx up, hooking her legs with his arms, kneeling, and pounded her snatch hard. Her tits flopped. She moaned and bucked as his balls slapped her ass. She reached out, squeezing his pecs, running her hands up his abs.
Her face contorted; her gasps became higher pitch. "Gonna cum!" she muttered. "Gonna cum!" She sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck, humping against his thrusts, holding him tight.
She gasped and moaned in his ear. "Kyle," she groaned. "Kyle, Kyle." Her cunt clamped down on his cock, and she shrieked at the top of her lungs, "Kyle!" "Shit!" he groaned as her tight cunt milked his cock, trying to suck his cum straight from his balls.
"Gonna cum, Christy! I need to pull out!" "I'm on the pill!" she moaned. "Cum in me! I want to feel you inside me!" He buried in her. His climax surged through him. He roared her name as his balls unloaded four large blasts. They collapsed onto her bed, his body on top of hers. She hugged him, gasping and sighing softly as her orgasm faded "I love you," she whispered. "I love you, Christy." In his mind, he added, And I love Aaliyah and Fatima, and maybe even Fumi. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fumi stared at the lovely, teal dress spread out on her bed.
She had bought it this afternoon for her date with Unmei-san tomorrow. Her heart beat rapidly; he was such a handsome boy. His Japanese heritage mixed with some exotic blood that made him appear both strong and virile, and gentle and loving.
"What are you doing?" her mother asked. "I have a date tomorrow," she answered. "Oh, Fumi," her mother sighed, hugging her from behind. "Not again. Didn't you learn from those two boys in Japan." "He's special, mother. I can feel it." "You thought that about Shiro and Kenji," her mother pointed out.
"Your father had to take this demotion to get us out of Japan because of them." For a moment grief overwhelmed her heart.
She had loved both boys, and thought they were special, that they would be strong enough to survive her race's curse. They had been so eager, so loving, as they enjoyed her embrace. "I'll go slow, mother," Fumi answered. "I will make sure he's the one." "Only one in a million humans can survive our embrace," her mother whispered. "I was lucky to find your father, but." "I'll go slow," she insisted forcefully.
"You said that about Kenji. You couldn't control yourself." No! The memory of Kenji's face, twisted in joy as he spilled himself in her and then the horror as she drank the life from him.
"Kyle's special. I'm sure this time!" He just had to be. She was so horny. She needed a man to spill inside her again, even if it killed him. To be continued. NOTE: Spam is flooding the comments again. So only registered users can comment.