Lechomancer Curses 6: The Game

Amber kept her headphones in and pretended to play with her phone.  She could hear the other girls on the university volleyball team snickering.  Someone knew that she had let a stranger fuck her in the rest stop bathroom, and the rumour had scorched through the bus like a wildfire.

 

She saw the business card sitting on top of her bag, the one Lisa had given her, which showed only a phone number.  She was supposed to call it when she was ready to surrender.

 

Amber looked at it for a long moment.  What was happening to her, it was getting worse.  It had been embarrassing the week before, when she’d lost it at the game.  This, on the bus, this was worse.

 

…but then again, she’d gotten away with cumming on the big screen in the gym, in front of hundreds, if not thousands of people, and no one had noticed.  She’d followed that up with an intense orgasm in the locker room, with some phantom lover.  The guy from her psych class, who she hadn’t seen before or since, had fucked her and then she’d walked past a bunch of people who knew why they had been looked out of the room.  She was ashamed, but it was also a turn on.  All those people, they kind of knew.  They didn’t really know, all the details, all the dirty things she’d done on the professor’s desk in that lecture hall.

 

And now there was this, sneaking off into the bathroom, and getting off three times with some stranger.  As people avoided her eyes, or giggled and guessed at what she had done, she felt a terrible mix of lust and shame.  She shifted uncomfortably, trying to figure out which was stronger.

 

“Fuck that bitch,” Amber whispered to herself, and stared out the window, fondly remembering being ravished.  Lisa wouldn’t be breaking her, not any time soon.

 

It was a long bus ride to the away game, and they wouldn’t have time to check into their hotel rooms until after the match.  The team had to go directly to the other university’s gym, and start warming up, to be ready in time for the game.  They left most of their things on the bus, which would go directly to whatever cheap hotel the budget would put them up in, and headed to the warmup.

 

Amber found herself exceptionally focused.  Despite the dirty looks and whispered comments from her teammates, she was on fire.  It wasn’t long before the rest of the team forgot Amber the slut, and remembered Amber, the rookie star.  All was forgiven, as they drilled and prepared for the game.

 

About ten minutes before the game, Amber stepped out into the hallway to refill her water bottle.  She held it under the drinking fountain in the hall, and watched it slowly fill.  Amber jumped with shock as she felt a firm hand grasp around her wrist.

 

A tall man in a hoodie, with shaggy hair, and a dopey grin, laughed at her surprise.  Amber shook it off quickly.  This was the third time she had met a man who looked like a demon she had dreamed about.  He reached down and grabbed her wrist.  He started walking towards the exit of the building.

 

Amber dug her heels in and pulled against him.  She glanced back towards the gym.  The game was starting soon.  Crowds had already gathered to watch the last few minutes of the warm up.  She considered shouting, fighting this guy, and heading back to her team.

 

She wanted to resist, but not as bad as she wanted to go with him.  His vice grip on her arm made her feel helpless, in a way that sent a shiver up her arm and through her body.  She delighted in it, much to her surprise.  He glanced back, and the smile in his eyes told her that to him, it was a foregone conclusion.  She would go with the man she had seen in the dream, and he could use her in any way he wanted.  She felt dirty, and she felt herself grinning.  She liked feeling dirty, liked the idea of being his little fuck toy, of being thrown around and used for his pleasure.

 

Amber knew she was grinning as she walked along behind him.  She ran forward a couple of steps, and wrapped her other hand around him, walking like they were holding hands.  He shrugged.  She pulled his arm against her, pressing her breast into his triceps, pushing her body against him.

 

Unfamiliar with the layout of the University she was visiting, she had no idea where they were headed.  He opened a set of double doors, and lead Amber to a well-lit parking lot, full of tailgaters.  They were the sort who would never watch the game, they just used it as an excuse to hang out and get drunk.  While it was warm for November, the cold night air sent pin pricks up her bare legs.  She was wearing her jersey, a T-Shirt and shorts, and didn’t have a jacket.  She pressed herself closer to her new friend for warmth.

 

He picked his way through the various revellers, smiling and waving vaguely at them, but he never spoke.  When they were near the edge of the parking lot, he turned to face her suddenly, grabbed her by both shoulders, and shoved her back against a big red pickup truck.  It clanged a little like a bell.  Amber yelped, more surprised than anything.  His fingers were still clamped around her arms, and he surged forward, his mouth searching for hers.  He was tall, and she had to reach up on her tiptoes to have her lips meet his.

 

As they kissed, she pressed herself against him, melting into his body as best he could.  He kept her upper arms pinned to the truck, and seemed to enjoy her struggle to feel more of him.  She squirmed, and could feel his excitement growing.  Finally, their lips parted with a gasp.

 

He ran his palms down her sides, to the bottom of her jersey, and then began to creep back up, disrobing her.  The night danced on her skin, but she realized how naked she would soon be.  “Stop,” she begged.  “You can’t.”

 

Stop me, his eyes dared her, wordlessly.  He slowed, his fingers still knotted in the fabric, his thumbs rising up the sides of her stomach, teasing the underside of her tits.  Amber bit her lip, and waited, torn between the thrill and the shame.  She knew this was worse than the other times.  Now there were no walls, no locks, not even a door.  There were dozens, if not hundreds, of college students partying in the parking lot.  At any moment, one of them could walk over, and find her half naked, pinned up against this oversized truck, fucking some stranger.

 

The thought made her legs quiver with anticipation.  Shyly, she raised her arms over her head, and he nodded as he pulled her clothes clear.  He glared down at her sports bra, and she removed that too.  Now she was standing in a parking lot in just her shorts, her socks and her shoes.

 

The stranger’s hands were soft but certain as he took her face in both hands and kissed her again.  His left slid down her neck, trickled across her collarbone, over her right breast while barely brushing the nipple.  It crept down her taut stomach, and his palm flattened.  His fingertips slipped under the waistband of her shorts and her panties, over the sensitive skin of her pelvis.

 

She was about to plead with him again, but he slipped his other thumb into her mouth.  She surprised herself by sucking on it.

 

Carefully, his fingers slipped between her legs.  With soft, feathery touches, he teased her slit.  She looked into his eyes, and saw the certainty, and the mirth.  He was taunting her, barely touching her.  He knew he could take her, but instead he wanted to play with her.  His hand was like magic, and every time she tried to press herself against him, to intensify the sensation, he would pull away, just out of her reach, something of a feat with his hand trapped in her pants.

 

She shivered, but not form the cold.  He started to dip his fingers inside her, massaging the ache that burned through her, first with one finger, then two, then three.  She was certain she couldn’t take it anymore, yet he added a fourth.  He stretched her wide, and she was having trouble standing.  His breath came in desperate gasps.  He stared directly into her eyes the whole time, and she had to look away.

 

“I should …” she started to protest, trying to think of some reason to stop, but too lost in the moment to form a full thought.  “The game …” His fingers continued to dance inside her, but to her dismay they were slowly pulling out.  He was going to let her go, and she would have to grab her discarded clothing, dress, and go back to the game.  She turned to look at him, her lower lip quivering, begging him with her eyes not to stop.

 

His smile was cruel when their eyes met, all fire and passion, and certainty.  She nodded slightly, knowing now they would not stop.

 

He grabbed her by the shoulders, and flipped her around.  She nearly lost her balance as she slammed into the truck.  Hey forearms, from elbow to wrist, were prickling against the cold metal of the truck.  She started to turn towards him, but he pressed his hand between her shoulder blades.  She yelped as her hard nipples met the side of the vehicle.  Her breasts ached with desire, her breathing causing them to swell against the truck.

 

With his other thumb, he traced his way down her spine, hooking into the waistband of her shorts and her panties, and slipping them down.  The night tingled against the bare flesh of her ass.  He slipped them down, just below her cheeks.  Then, with the toe of his sneaker, he nudged her ankle a little further apart.

 

“What…” She started to ask over her shoulder, but then his fingers slipped between her legs, turning her words into a sigh.  He spread her pussy lips apart, the chill of the air intoxicating.

 

Then he pressed the head of his cock against her.  She was about to speak, to feign disinterest, to say anything that would make it seem like she wasn’t a desperate slut, needing this, but nothing escaped her lips but a moan.  With a long, commanding thrust, he slide deep inside of her.  Another moan escaped, as the stranger just kept going.  He had to be over nine inches long, and she was so wet, so ready for him, that she took his whole length in a single stroke.

 

He placed his hands on both her hips, and kept fucking her, almost slowly, pulling his length almost entirely out of her, and then sliding the whole cock back into her.  His lips were by her ear.  Almost all she heard was hot breath, inhaling as he pulled out, exhaling as he slipped back into her.  Her arms remained pinned against the truck.  Without realizing it, she stood on her tiptoes, to allow him deeper inside of her, to feel more of his skin against her at the end of each long stroke.

 

He held her firmly in place with the weight of him.  Each time his hips met her ass, sliding as deep into her cunt as he could go, she would let out a little satisfied grunt, steam forming against the side of the truck.  Each stroke was a little faster than the last, slowly building up speed.

 

Soon, he was colliding into her, sending her into the truck, faster and faster.  Her legs started to shake as the long member slipped deep into her cunt.  He took his hands off her hips, and intertwined his fingers with hers, keeping her pinned in place.  He started to grunt with each thrust, and she knew she was getting louder and louder.  The power of his thrusts grew.  They were beating the truck like a drum, her skin covered in goosebumps from her shoulders down to her stomach.

 

Faster and faster, she was nearly being lifted off her feet with each thrust.   She spread her legs a little wider, hoping to feel him even deeper inside of her.  She heard the shorts rip.  With one hand, the stranger bunched them up and tore them off, leaving her in just shoes.  She tried to care, tried to worry, but the feeling of that long dick, pushing so far inside of her, the night cooling her skin, it was too much.  All she could focus on was the tide of him crashing into her, again and again.

 

Her whole body began to shake, and felt herself legs start to go limp.  He took one hand off hers, and wrapped it around her waist, not letting her fall, not breaking the crescendo rhythm of their fucking.  Amber’s whole body began to spark against the night air.  Her head started to spin, and every muscle in her tightened, holding the stranger in place, deep inside her.

 

He began to swirl his hips, not with drawing them, just moving deep inside her.  She gasped and her whole body vibrated.  She came hard against him.  He never stopped moving, and the sensation was so intense she thought she was about to black out.  She closed her eyes and gave herself entirely over to the orgasm.  Her whole body quaked, and when it finally subsided, she couldn’t move.

 

The stranger pulled out of her, and she let out another moan.  With a hand around her waist and the other interlocked on her arm, he slowly turned her to face him, and gently lowered her to the ground she wasn’t able to stand.  Her legs splayed, and she heard the shorts rip, but she didn’t care.  She smiled and opened her eyes.

 

That’s when she saw the audience they had drawn.  A bunch of the tailgaters stood around, beers in hand, bundled up, wide eyed and grinning.  She let out a little surprised yelp, and threw one hand across her perky tits, the other reaching down to cup her cunt.  She started to blush, over her entire body.

 

It got worse, when she realized that her pussy still ached, and the fact that she had been watched seemed to turn her on more.

 

It got even worse when she realized the stranger hadn’t been quite done.  A strand of cum splashed across the bridge of her nose and down her cheek.  It was warm and tingly where it hit, and it sent a hot shiver down her spine.  Without meaning to, Amber’s tongue reached out and tasted it.  It was a strange, sweet, floral taste, and her tongue buzzed.  Her fingers reached between her legs of her own accord, and she began to play with herself.  She leaned forward with her tongue out.  The stranger aimed the rest of his load at her face, some splashing onto her tongue, some dribbling down her check and onto her chest.

 

As she swallowed, the world seemed to fade away.  Her whole body vibrated, but nowhere so hard as her pussy.  Her fingers were the only relief, strumming against her clit.  She grunted out another orgasm, sitting on the pavement, her legs spread wide.

 

The sound of applause brought her back to the real world.  The tailgaters who had gathered to watch clapped and cheered.  She blinked, hopping they would vanish, but when her eyes reopened, they were all there, staring at her.  She looked around, for her discarded shirt.  It was nowhere to be seen.  The stranger shrugged, and handed her his hoodie.

 

Amber quickly tried to cover herself with the sweater, but she quickly realized a few problems.  It seemed to be just a little too short to cover her ass, and the zipper in the front was broken.  She could tug the shirt down in the back, but it would fly wide open, leaving her slit, and her cum covered tits out in the world.  If she bunched it up in the front, her but was hanging out.

 

The tailgaters watching her started to cheer.  “Ass!  Ass! Ass!” One group called out.  “Tits! Tits! Tits!” came the opposing response.

 

Through all the shame off it, Amber felt herself a little … excited.  That made her more embarrassed, and she pulled the front closed and ran away, to the grateful cheers of the Ass crowd.

 

Amber wasn’t quite sure what to do next.  She considered running back into the gym, and hiding out in the change room.  The only problem was the team.  If there was one group of people who could not find out about her little show in the parking lot, it was the vicious bitches she had to spend twenty hours a week with.

 

She was considering walking to the hotel.  Even half naked, it was better than letting the team find out.  She could claim she got sick before the match, and as long as she got there before the other girls, she could claim she had spent the whole time in her room.

 

As she considered that, Amber nodded to herself.  She could handle strangers watching her fuck, or staring at her ass.  She started heading towards the motor inn, which should only be about a ten minute walk.  She pulled the hood up to cover her face, and clenched the hoody shut as tight as she could.

 

It felt like it took forever, heading through the area around the university.  Everytime she walked by someone, she stared at the ground, and hoped they would ignore her.  More than once, she heard people behind her whispering, and she picked up her pace.  A car full of people drove by, and howled at her.  Then it circled the block and took another pass, this time a bit slower and a lot louder.

 

The strangest part to Amber was how much of a turn on this was.  She didn’t want anyone to know who she was, but no one here knew her.  Something about knowing she was turning on the car driving by, that the whispers behind her were either appreciative or jealous, it all served to make her wet.  She couldn’t believe she was still turned on.  This wasn’t like her at all.

 

She couldn’t deny it anymore.  Lisa had done something to her.  Those dreams, they weren’t just some random thing.  Somehow, that bitch was turning her into an exhibitionist slut.  Each time, Amber had been a little closer to getting caught.

 

Amber tried to imagine what she would say, if anyone in her life knew what she had been doing the last week.  Her friends, her family, her teammates, no one would respect her if they knew she was fucking strange guys in public places.  That she wanted to, that the very act of remembering made her body ache with desire.

 

She had to make it stop.  She had to call the number.

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Lechomancer Chapter 6: One Each

Lisa sat on the stool at her kitchen counter with a glass of wine, skimming through The Book, the Incubi Prince, looking at the different “spells” her pact with Erostopholes was supposed to grant her.  Most didn’t seem much like magic, no matter what the demon told her.  The page she was on listed something called Empathic Divination, which was apparently the inverse of Sublimation.  The page claimed that if she concentrated on breathed in a certain pattern she would be able to detect someone willing to fulfil her desires.  She sighed and took a sip of wine.  She had been hoping to find something more interesting.

The doorbell rang.  She had been home for about half an hour, and every day for the last week, like clockwork, Ashlynn had come to check on her.  It was Friday, and Lisa had half wondered if the eighteen year old would have something better to do, but apparently the allure of the Demon Tail, the one showy piece of magic Lisa had learned, kept brining the girl back.

Wine in hand, Lisa went to the entrance of the townhouse, and opened the door.  Ashlynn stood there, one arm grabbing her other elbow behind her back, her breasts pushed forward, blushing a little.  “Hi Lisa.”

Looking at her, Lisa was no longer annoyed with her, but she let her tone stay sharp.  “Come inside.  Strip to your panties.”  The taller woman nodded to Lisa, and Lisa felt a thrill as she was instantly obeyed.  Ashlynn walked past her, and Lisa closed the door.  The college student bent at the waist, thrusting out her round butt for Lisa’s enjoyment as she untied the laces on her boots and left them by the door.  Lisa sipped her wine and Ashlynn walked to the living room as she removed the faux leather jacket.   Then she slid out of her faded graphic tee shirt, freeing her full, round breasts.  Her nipples were already hard.   She released the button on her stretch cargos, and slipped them off.  She stood, looking at Lisa for approval, wearing nothing but a lacy pair of teal panties, bright against her pale skin.

Lisa took a slow drink of wine.

Ashlynn waited.

“I suppose you’d like your tail again,” Lisa purred coyly.  The younger woman nodded.  “Wait here.  Don’t move.”

Lisa waited until she had turned her back on Ashlynn to break out into a mischievous smile.  She really enjoyed teasing the girl.  She headed up the narrow stairs to her bedroom, where she kept the wooden case that held the Demon Tails, a collection of sex toys which could temporarily create a demon.  She opened the box and pulled out the black rubber plug she thought of as Ashlynn’s tail.  She considered trying one of the others on her, but somehow that seemed … wrong.  This tail was for Ashlynn, and the others were meant for … others.  The thought made her smile, and she thought she might need to start looking for those others.  But not yet.  Right now, she had a plaything downstairs.

Beside the box, she had several little glass vials of a clear liquid that smelled faintly of rose petals.  The Book called the substance Ichor, and it was produced by the orgasm of a Succubi.  Lisa preferred to call it Essence, as Ichor sounded disgusting to her.  It worked as both a lubricant and an aphrodisiac, and she had begun harvesting it from Ashlynn.

She walked back down the stairs and called out “Ashlynn Jennifer Carter.”  There was something powerful about calling the girl by her full name, and it gave Lisa a tingle every time she did it.  She heard the soft sound of bare feet on hardwood as Ashlynn rushed to her.   Lisa sat down on the third stair and beaconed to Ashlynn.  Ashlynn leaned forward at the waist, placing one hand on either side of Lisa.  Their lips met, and Lisa enjoyed the cool feel of the metal hoop on the right side of Ashlynn’s lower lip.  They kissed for a moment, and Lisa lazily ran the tips of her fingers across the smooth skin at the top of Ashlynn’s tits.

Lisa slid over to one side of the stair case, and patted the step beside her.  Ashlynn looked confused for a moment, and then realized what Lisa wanted.  Ashlynn knelt on the step beside Lisa, and rested her folded elbows a few steps up.  Her ass was in the air, right beside Lisa.  Lisa lifted the thong and moved it to the side, revealing Ashlynn’s pink little asshole.  Uncorking the Essence, she poured a little drizzle onto Ashlynn, who shuddered with pleasure.  Lisa took the rubber plug, and kissed the rounded tip of it.  She let her spit dribble down the black rubber, and over her shoulder, Ashlynn watched her with quiet desperation.

Smiling at the girl, Lisa placed the tip against Ashlynn’s eager asshole.  Ashlynn cried out with joy, and the Tail started to press into her.  Teasing, Lisa pushed it in a little, and then pulled it out.  Ashlynn’s cries got louder and louder, each time it went a little deeper.  Lisa had nearly fully inserted the Tail when her phone buzzed.

It was a text from her sister, Erin.  “Are we going to talk about you and Vivian at Velvet?”

Lisa smiled fondly, remembering making out with Vivian on the dance floor of the club before leaving with someone else.  Ashlynn moaned desperately, bringing her back from her memories to the real world.  Lisa pushed the tail in a little further, but not all the way, and Ashlynn panted.  “No,” she texted back to her sister, and then put the phone down.  She pushed Ashlynn’s tail in the rest of the way, and Ashlynn cried out in pleasure.  She had her head on the step, and she was watching Lisa carefully, on the edge of orgasm, knowing Lisa needed to command her to come to let her finish.

Lisa grinned evilly at the eighteen year old and picked up her phone.  She opened a new conversation to Vivian.  “You busy tonight?  Want to go to Velvet?”

She put the phone down and swatted Ashlynn playfully on the rump.  “I’m busy, girl,” she said dismissively.  “You have to wait for me.”

“Please,” Ashlynn begged.  “Just let me finish.”  Her shoulders rose and fell with every laboured breath.  Lisa began fiddling with the end of the plug, moving it in gentle circles inside Ashlynn, who bit her lip and whimpered desperately.

When Lisa’s phone buzzed again, and she stopped playing with Ashlynn, who kept panting.  “J” was the response.

“Meet me there at 10pm” Lisa texted back, and then set the phone down.  “I’m going out.”

“Can I finish?” came Ashlynn’s husky response.

“You know what?  No.  Shift.”  At the command Ashlynn changed slightly.  Her skin turned a pale shade of purple, and a phallic tail extended from her tail bone.  Right now, it was only about a foot long, but it was retractable.  Small, rounded horns peaked out from her hairline.  In her demonic form, Lisa knew Ashlynn was just as desperate to come, and still couldn’t without her permission, but her breathing was under control, and she wouldn’t bring it up every three seconds.

First Lisa led her Succubi into the shower, and had Ashlynn wash her, kissing her skin while running a soapy luffa across her.  When Ashlynn’s unnaturally long, rough tongue started to explore between her legs, she had to focus not to give in, grabbing the demoness’s black hair and pulling her back.  “Not tonight,” she ordered, and Ashlynn pouted, but got to work on shaving Lisa’s legs.

In the bedroom, Ashlynn was no help as Lisa tried to decide what to wear.  Ashlynn loved everything, but nothing so much as Lisa’s bare skin, and Lisa finally forbade her to speak.  She chose a dark olive green dress, which looked almost like a man’s dress shirt with oversized buttons, held closed by a thick leather belt.  It showed most of her legs, and if she left the top couple of buttons undone, it let her flash a fair bit of cleavage as well.

Finally, she had Ashlynn do her hair. Ashlynn wanted to run her fingers through Lisa’s hair, massaging her scalp, and Lisa let her do it for a few moment, and kissed her desperate lips.  Then she had the Succubi straighten the slight curl out of her hair and braid a thin strand behind each ear, to tie together in the back, while Lisa sipped a glass of wine.

As she laced up the knee high black boots she would be wearing, she looked at the Succubi in teal panties, sitting obediently on the couch, drinking her in with bright blue eyes.  “You want to come with me?” Lisa asked, trying to sound bored.

“I want to cum.  I will stay here, or I will go with you, whichever you want.”

“Alright, here’s the deal.  I’m going out, and you’re not dressed for it, and none of my clothes would fit you.  So, first, shift.”

The demoness faded, and now a college girl sat on Lisa’s couch, panting with ecstasy, licking her lips and staring at Lisa.

“At any time, you can take that tail out and go home.  Or you can sit there and wait, and if I cum, you’ll come.”

“I’ll be here,” Ashlynn answered.

“I may not give you any relief.”

“That’s okay.  Maybe you will.”

Lisa nodded, and headed out the door.  Ashlynn sat on the couch, her skin on fire, her breathing ragged.  She wasn’t surprised when Lisa’s Master, Erostopholes stepped into the room, looking like a man in a suit.  He walked up to her, and lifted her chin.  “If Lisa leaves her toys out, she can’t expect me not to play with them,” he said, and Ashlynn sighed with relief.

Meanwhile, at Velvet, Lisa grabbed a gin and tonic and staked out a booth.  She had come early, in part because she was enjoying the cruelty of leaving Ashlynn unfulfilled.  She watched the few people who were on the dance floor by nine, and smiled at a few different guys, who invariably would bring her another drink.  She was feeling more than a little buzzed when Vivian showed up, right on time, at ten.

Vivian was wearing an orange dress that tied behind the neck, and cupped her perky breasts like a bikini top.  Just below her tits was a golden band, and the skirt barely covered her pert ass.  Even though she was five foot ten, she wore three inch platform heals.  The tall Asian girl looked stunning as she slid into the booth beside Lisa.  “I hope you haven’t been waiting long,” she apologized.

“I got here early on purpose,” Lisa said, opening the little purse she had brought with her.  “I like to watch the place fill up.”  She pulled out an old lip gloss bottle, one she had filled with Essence.  She started brushing it onto her lips.  It tingled and buzzed as she did, and it sent a shiver down her spine.  The Aphrodisiac was already making her wet, and if the Book was right, she was less susceptible to it for having completed the Rite of Devotion.  It would hit anyone else twice as hard.  She offered the little brush to Vivian, who shook her head.

“Listen,” Viv started, then shook her head.  “I need a drink.  Do you need a drink?”  Lisa shook her head, and Viv headed over to the bar.  Lisa enjoyed the definition of her back as she walked, and the long legs.  She thought about using one of the spells, like Sublimation, to ensure she entrapped Vivian, but there was something … exciting … about doing this without the Book.  Sure, she was planning to use the Essence, but that wasn’t the same as pushing her mind aside to fulfill Vivian’s desires.  This was about what Lisa wanted.

Vivian came back with a drink, and finished it in silence.  Lisa just watched the people on the dance floor.  Vivian cleared her throat and tried again.  “Listen, Lisa, about last time …”

“That was a blast, wasn’t it?” Lisa flashed a smile at her, and Vivian blushed.

“I’m not sure, I mean…”  Viv struggled for words, and Lisa put her hand on the other girl’s knee.  Vivian tensed and then relaxed.  “What I mean to say is …”

“Mmm hmmm?” Lisa hummed, she leaned in closer, towards Vivian’s lips, which were slightly apart.

“I’m not sure if …” Vivian lost her train of thought as Lisa’s hand traced its way up her inner thigh.  “I think we should …” She had to stop again as Lisa put her other hand on the back of her neck.  “Lisa, what I want to say is …”

Lisa kissed her, gently.  When she pulled away, Vivian’s eyes were closed and she was waiting to be kissed again.  The tingling of the Essence on her lips buzzed, and she was certain it was buzzing more intensely through Viv.  The hand between Viv’s legs confirmed she was on fire.  “Did you want to talk,” Lisa purred, “Or did you want to make out.”

“Second one,” Vivian whispered.  Lisa smiled, and kissed her again.  She threw one leg over the taller woman and straddled her in the booth, holding the back of her head with both hands know, pulling Vivian in.  Vivian’s hands wrapped around Lisa’s waist, and she rammed her tongue into Lisa’s mouth.  Lisa started grinding against Viv, who squirmed happily below her.

Reaching behind her with one hand, Lisa reached into her purse, and founded the Essence.  She took the lid of the container and threw it aside.  She poured the little bottle into her mouth, and felt it tingle.  Then with one hand on the back of Viv’s head, and the other under her jaw, she held Vivian’s mouth open.  She spit the viscous fluid, which smelt like roses but had no taste, into Viv’s mouth.

“Swallow,” she instructed.  She watched Vivian’s cute little breasts rise up and down, frantically as she considered obeying.  She wasn’t sure what was in her mouth, and her eyes were a little wild as she looked at Lisa.  “It can’t hurt you,” Lisa purred, “and it will make me happy if you do it.”

Vivian considered for another moment, and then swallowed the Essence.  Within moments, the effect on her became obvious.  She was glossy with sweat, and her temperature rose a couple of degrees.  Her skin was flushed and her breathing was ragged.  Much like Ashlynn had been earlier, Viv was on the edge of orgasm.

“Do you want me to make you come here?” Lisa asked, one hand trailing down the fabric covering Viv’s tight stomach, under her dress, under her panties, and against her wet pussy.  Fingers traced across her outer lips.  “Do you want me to bring me to orgasm here, in front of everyone?”

“Please don’t,” Viv begged.  “I’m … I’m a screamer.”

Lisa laughed and kissed Vivian again, who melted against her.  “Okay.  Let’s go to the bathroom.”  Lisa got up and grabbed her purse in one hand and Vivian’s wrist in the other.  She glided through the crowd, and led Viv to the back of the building, into the Ladies Room, and into a stall.  Once Vivian was inside and the door was closed, Lisa let go of Vivian’s wrist, reached up under the taller woman’s skirt and grabbed her ass, and slammed against her, pressing Vivian against the stall door.  They kissed fiercely for another moment or two, while Lisa fished through her purse one handed.

She found the Demon Tail she had brought with her.  While Ashlynn’s was a large rubber butt plug, this one was a bead wand, with each circle slightly larger than the one before it.  It wasn’t so much a string as a slightly flexible stick of anal beads, with the same image of a classic cartoon demon’s tail at the base.  When she was sure she had it in hand, she backed a step away from Vivian.

“Take off your panties,” she ordered.  Vivian looked at her carefully, a slightly glazed look in her eyes, beads of sweat dripping down her neck and into her cleavage.  She nodded, and reached both hands under her skirt, hooked her thumbs into the waist band, and pulled off a pair of tiny black underwear.  Lisa held out her empty left hand and took them from Vivian.  Vivian surrendered them nervously.

Lisa kissed her again, pressing herself against Vivian’s firm stomach, and slipped the hand with the panties between her friend’s legs.  She traced firm circles against Viv’s warm pussy, letting the fabric get soaked with her excitement.  Their lips met again, and Vivian’s breathing was in short gasps between desperate kisses.  After a moment, Lisa switched hands, now running the Demon Tail between Vivian’s legs.  Viv shuddered with joy, and let out a little yelp.

“I’m going to make you come,” Lisa warned.  “So, my little screamer, do you want me to keep you quiet by shoving these wet panties in your mouth, or do you want to let everyone hear you squeal?”

Viv’s eyes went wild, and she swallowed back a moan as Lisa’s clever fingers guided the round ridges against Viv’s sex.  “Panties,” she whispered coarsely.

“Good girl,” Lisa purred.  She kissed her again, and then pushed the bunched up fabric, wet with Vivian’s own juices, into her mouth.  Her lips began to tease down Vivian’s neck as she stroked her with the beads.  Vivian’s legs shuddered, and she nearly lost her balance, but Lisa caught her.  “Ready?”

Vivian’s eyes were closed, and she barely managed to nod.

In one swift motion, Lisa pushed the tail deep into Vivian.  When it was all the way in, Lisa bit Vivian’s ear playfully and whispered “Cum,” into it.  Even through her makeshift gag, Viv still managed to scream, rapid high pitch squeals of pure joy.  Lisa found them sexy, in part because she knew anyone else in the restroom would have heard them too.

“Okay,” she said when Vivian stopped shaking with joy.  “We’re going to go back out, but first I want to see something.  Shift.”  As ordered, Vivian’s new demon shape came forward.  Her high, pert breasts filled in a little rounder and larger.  Her skin took on a metallic, golden glow.  Little spiralling horns sprouted out of her forehead, and her eyes filled in, completely black.  Like Ashlynn’s demon shape, she had a tail, which swished out the bottom of her orange dress.  “I can’t wait to take you home.  Shift back.”

Lisa took Vivian’s underwear out of her mouth and tossed it aside.  She led her new slave out of the stall, and ignored the glares of the women in the bathroom who had heard their passion and Vivian’s screams of joy.  She took Viv back out on the dance floor.  With the tail still inserted, Vivian was instantly on the edge of orgasm again, coated with a sheen of glistening sweat.  Lisa kept one hand on the small of her back, and Vivian ground up against her, every once in a while letting out a little happy yelp, begging with her eyes to be ordered to cum again.

As she watched her, Lisa found herself being more and more turned on, but after a week of being serviced by one Succubi, she wasn’t sure another, even with the rough tongue or clever tail, was what she wanted.  She realized she loved the idea of taking some boy from the bar home with her.  She thought about what she wanted; someone to come home with her and Vivian, but whom was far more interested in her, someone who could please her, someone who would sell his soul for the pleasure.

She nodded to herself.  That was what she wanted.  She tried the breathing, three long, two short, and then an extended exhale.  She did this with her eyes closed, and then cast her gaze around the bar.  Her eyes settled on a man about her age, sitting in a both with some friends, watching the dance floor.  As soon as her eyes met him, he looked away.  She smiled and nodded.  That was the one.

He sat there, sneaking glances at Lisa and Vivian, wearing a bright purple dress shirt and black pants.  He was drinking some sort of import beer, and he didn’t seem to be talking to any of his friends or singing along to the top forty or dance remixes the DJ pumped out.  Sometimes he would bob his head along to the beat.  He had deep brown eyes, and he would blush when he was certain Lisa saw him watching her.

At first, Lisa tried to temp him over by playing with Vivian; kissing her on the dance floor, raising up her skirt, dancing up on her.  The boy was too shy.  Finally, she said to Viv “I want the guy in the purple shirt.  Go get him for me.”

Lisa watched Vivian do as she was told.  Vivian was at the table for ten minutes, and the guy kept shaking his head.  He blushed once or twice at something Vivian said, and his friends were shouting and gesturing him to the dance floor.  Finally, after much coaxing, he slipped out of the booth, and Vivian led him over by the hand.

“Lisa,” she announced, “This is Garrett.”

“Hi Garret.  Why won’t you dance with us?” Lisa shouted as coyly as possible against the thumping base.

“Hi Lisa.  I thought you might just be fucking with me,” he answered.

“Play your cards right…”

Lisa and Vivian pressed up against him from either side, and at first Garret’s dancing was awkward and self-conscious.  “What are you doing?” Lisa finally asked.

“I don’t want to look dumb.”

“You don’t.  Just relax.  Like this,” she found herself guiding his hips.  “Don’t think about it too much.”

“I’m not much of a dancer.”

“Just pretend you’re fucking us!” Vivian offered.  Garret laughed nervously, but began to loosen up, and Lisa found it exceptionally easy to match his rhythm.  She found herself lost in the moment, staring into his deep eyes, guiding his hands across her body.  Every once in a while she would catch a glimpse of Vivian behind him, running her hands over him, and they’d smile and he would blush.

When the next song ended, Garret tried to slip away, back to his table.  “Where are you going?” Lisa more ordered than asked.

“I thought…” he started, and then shrugged.

“Why don’t you stick around for a bit and see where this takes us?” She kissed his cheek and felt the ichor buzz, and he shrugged again and started to dance.  Lisa found her hands exploring him, the strong body under the shirt, the firm butt that was hard to get to because Vivian was constantly pressed against it, and a rather healthy buldge in the front of his pants that she decided to monopolize.  He didn’t try to leave when the next song ended, or the next, and after half an hour, he was still there with them, dancing, sweating, and completely in synch with them.

“Hey,” she whisper shouted in his ear.  “Ever been with two girls at once?”

“I’d sell my soul for the chance,” he shouted back.

“Done,” she found herself saying in a way that echoed in her mind.  She realized there was some part of her not entirely in her control, but she was enjoying too much of what was happening to let it slow her at the moment.

The three of them hurried back to Lisa’s house.  On the doorstep, Lisa glanced at Vivian, concentrating on how she wanted her Succubi to keep Garret on the doorstep for a moment.  Viv nodded slightly, and grabbed Garret, and started kissing him.  Garret glanced sidelong at Lisa, almost asking if it was okay.  “Give me a second,” she smiled, and kissed him at the base of his jaw while squeezing his ass.  Then she headed inside quickly.

Ashlynn was sitting on the coach, soaked in sweat, looking desperately at Lisa.  “Stand up, come here!”  Ashlynn obeyed and followed Lisa to the hall closet.  Lisa looked her up and down, and then grabbed the front of her teal panties.  She ripped them off and took a great deal of joy in stuffing them in Ashlynn’s mouth.  Then she pushed the eighteen year old into the closet.  “Stay in here and be quiet.  No one is to hear you.”  Ashlynn nodded as Lisa closed the door.

Then Lisa collected Vivian and Garret from her front porch and led them past the girl in the closet, and up the narrow stairs to her bedroom.  As soon as they were through the door, Lisa and Vivian moved in tandem, pulling Garret’s shirt over his head, their hands exploring his chest and back, their lips tracing the way down his ribs, across his stomach, and they met at his belt buckle, and kissed each other for a moment.  Lisa lifted Vivian’s dress over her head, leaving the other girl completely nude.  Vivian’s slender fingers gracefully released each oversized button on Lisa’s dress, and stripped her a moment later.

Vivian reached for Garret’s belt, but before she could undue it, Lisa playfully put her hand over her friends.  “Are you sure you want to do this, Garret?  It’s not too late to back out.”

Garret blushed and shook his head.  “I want this,” he said.

Together, they released his belt, and dropped his pants and boxer briefs to his ankles.  His proud cock flew straight out, and Vivian gasped and giggled.  The girls kissed, hands in each other’s hair, and moved their kiss until Garret’s tip was swirling between their tongues.  Garret gasped happily, and tentatively reached out and put a hand on each girls head.  They kissed their way down his shaft, and back up.

“Deep throat him a little,” Lisa told Vivian, who obeyed instantly, swallowing Garret’s whole length, mashing her pretty face against his stomach.  She began to move her head aggressively, fucking him with her face.  He closed his eyes, and guided her head into longer, more even strokes.  Lisa stood up beside him, her hands exploring the tight muscles of his arms.  “Will you come over to my bed?”

He glanced over, and let out a happy little chuckle.  Lisa followed his gaze.  Someone had installed some padded manacles to her headboard.  She certainly hadn’t, and she was certain they weren’t meant for her or Vivian.  Garret guided Vivian off his dick, and laid on the bed, crossing his hands over his head, smiling and blushing.

“You’ll do whatever I say, won’t you Garret?” Lisa asked, and he nodded.  She knelt beside him, and closed the cuff gently over one of his wrists.  “I can keep you here as long as I want?”  Garret nodded happily.  “And what,” she said, straddling his stomach, looking down at his beaming face, “If I chose to keep you forever?”

“Yes, please,” he sighed.  Lisa closed the second cuff.

“Vivian,” Lisa called sweetly, “That dick isn’t going to suck itself.”  Viv nodded happily, and laid on the bed, taking Garret’s manhood back between her lips.  Garret smiled and licked his lips.  “Now, what, am I going to do with the man who lives in my bed now?”  Lisa bent down to kiss his collar bone, his neck, and his lips.  He was sighing happily at the cute Asian bobbing up and down on his member.

Lisa shifted her legs forward, hovering her pussy over Garret’s mouth.  Within moments, his clever tongue began playing across her, and Lisa let out a surprised giggle, as he probed her with sudden, erratic, joyful licks.  She put both hands into his hear, and pulled his head up against her pussy, driving his face into her, rocking back and forth against him.  She let him bring her right to the edge, and then she shifted back with a lap.

“You just might be worth keeping,” she smiled at him.

“Thank you.”

“Vivian!  Stop hogging that!” Lisa shouted with a laugh.  Vivian smiled and moved out of the way as Lisa slid back, and, straddling Garret, hovered right over the tip of his cock.   “So, what should we do now?”

Garret grinned and bucked his hips up.  Lisa shrieked happily and jumped up, not quite letting him reach her eager lips.  “No!” she laughed and pressed both hands on his cut stomach, pressing him back against the bed.  “You have to wait until I let you.”

“Now?” He asked with a playful thrust upwards.  She jumped again, and pushed him down.

‘If you’re not careful,” she said, moving off of him, “I’ll just play with Vivian.” Vivian came to the edge of the bed, and Lisa took her friends erect nipple into her mouth and sucked on it.

“Please come back,” Garret begged with a smile.  “I’ll be good.”

Lisa kissed Vivian’s other nipple.  “Promise?”

“I promise,” he said.  Lisa nodded and straddled him again.  Slowly, she pressed the tip of his desperate cock against her vagina, enjoying the sensation of teasing them both.  Slowly, she spread her legs wider and wider, letting Garret sink further and further into her, all the while keeping both her hands on his stomach so he couldn’t thrust up.  Finally, she reached his base, and began to rock back and forth with him fully inside her.  Garret had lost his capacity for words, and just moaned.

“Vivian, shift.”  Garret didn’t notice as Vivian became a golden demon who crawled on the bed and kissed Lisa.  Lisa reached between Vivian’s legs, seeking her phallic tail.  She pulled it between the demoness’s legs, pressing it against Vivian’s own cunt.  The Succubi shuddered happily at the sensation.  While riding Garret slowly, she guided Vivian’s tail until it was about eight inches pushing out from between her legs.

“Get behind me,” Lisa instructed.  Vivian nodded, understanding.  Lisa keep pushing herself against Garret as Viv’s hands began to spread open Lisa’s butt checks.  She pressed the phallic tip against Lisa’s eager asshole.  “Wait!” Lisa gasped.  “Cum first!”

Vivian let out a series of happy, high pitched squeals, and essence shot out from the end of her tail, dripping into Lisa’s Anus, lubricating it before the tail entered.  Garret kept his eyes closed, and kept rocking in rhythm with Lisa, lost to sensation, not noticing the screaming demon behind the girl bouncing on his cock.

The tip of Vivian’s tail pressed against Lisa.  Vivian grabbed her by the waist, and sunk all eight inches in instantly.  Lisa felt the first waves of pleasure rock against her, and she went with it, cumming and shaking with Vivian and Garret both inside her.  As she spasmed around his cock, Garret’s breathing speed up.

“Hold on a little longer,” Lisa begged of him, and began to ride him more aggressively, slamming herself up and down against him while Vivian pumped into her from behind, perfectly managing to stay in synch.  Her golden hands groped at Lisa’s full round tits, cupping them as she bounced.  Lisa twisted her head back to kiss Vivian.  She was surprised that, unlike the Master and Ashlynn, Demon Vivian’s tongue wasn’t rough.

Garret started to buck under her, and Vivian pinched her nipples.  She knew he was about to come, and as he started to cum inside of her, Lisa felt another orgasm rock her.  Vivian’s tail exploded in her ass with another series of squeals, and Lisa wasn’t quiet herself as she came again.  Lisa collapsed on top of Garret, with his dick and Viv’s tail still in her, and she smiled up at him for a moment.  “Was it worth it?”

He kissed her.  “Yep.”

She carefully dismounted, and left him on the bed to realize there was a golden demon, beginning to lap up the strands of cum from him and Lisa on his member.  She walked away with a smile.

In the hallway, the blue demon Erostopholes was waiting for her.  “Was it what you hopped it would be?” he asked.

She shrugged.  “I thought we could use some new toys.  One each.”