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The Battered Lamp Chapter Six: The Lust of the Warrior

The Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Six: The Lust of the Warrior Copyright 2014 Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Saturday, January 17th – South Hill, Washington Christy stumbled out of Ms. Franklin's house. She felt so dirty. Last night she had given herself to Kyle, and today she had let her body be soiled by the teacher. She reached her car, slumping against it. Her lips still tasted of the teacher's sour juices. I'm so sorry Kyle! She fought off her tears, feeling eyes upon her. Ms. Franklin watched her from the porch. Bitch! Why did you do this to me! Why did I like it so much! She stuck her keys into the ignition. I'm such a disgusting whore. A tear ran down her cheek. She wanted to scrub her skin pink. She turned the key, the engine groaned, spluttered, died. More tears ran hot; she tried again. It chugged, wheezed, lights flickered on her dashboard. Nothing. Dead. Why should my car work? I'm such a terrible person, I don't deserve to have a working car. A rap on her window; she jumped. Ms. Franklin peered in, a look of concern painted on her face, lust burning in her emerald eyes. “Are you okay, sweetie?” “Fine,” she answered, wiping at her tears. “I can give you a ride home, or you can come back inside to wait for a tow truck.” Christy wondered if the teacher was responsible for this somehow. Some hex to strand her here so Ms. Franklin could have more time to molest her. “I'll call my boyfriend.” A grimace flashed across the teacher's face. “Okay, ...

... dear. I'll be inside if you need help.” “Thank you, Celestite,” she answered, trying to hide her true feelings. Christy was convinced that Ms. Franklin, or Celestite as she insisted on being called, was trying to sabotage her relationship with Kyle. Someone had cast a spell on her boyfriend and Chyna Coel, and now they were linked in a domination/submission relationship. She swallowed her anger; her teacher led her coven and she swore oaths to obey her. And there were consequences to disobedience. Terrible consequences. Goddess, this is a mess I'm in. She grabbed her cell phone and called Kyle. The phone rang and rang. Please pick up, Kyle! I need you! And rang. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kyle slid home in Fumi's pussy. She was heaven and nirvana all rolled into one delightful, hot, tight, spongy paradise. He sucked at her neck, his hips pumping away. His balls ached; he needed to erupt. Fumi had made him cum a few times tonight, but instead of wetting his appetite, they just inflamed his hunger for her cunt. “Oh, Kyle,” she gasped, her fingers raking his back. He had never been so horny in his life. He had never thought he'd pull a girl out of his car and start fucking her in the middle of the street. Fumi humped back against him, as horny as he was. Her lily-scented perfume filled his nose, spurring his hips to fuck her faster. “Cum in me!” Fumi moaned. “Flood my pussy! I need you to fill my cauldron!” His balls boiled. He wouldn't last long. Katy Perry's Teenage Dream ...