The Battered Lamp Chapter Six: The Lust of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Six: The Lust of the Warrior

... staining her daughter's panties. Fumi could see her mother fight off her hunger. She wrenched her eyes away and fixed on Fumi. “Your father and I do not want you to see that...boy anymore.” “I need him, Mother.” She took her mother's right hand, still holding her soiled panties. “He's the one for me, I just know it.” Her mother's left hand was soft as she stroked Fumi's face. “That's just your need lying to you. Blinding you to the truth. Our appetite do not care about what we want. It only cares about satisfying its hungers. Do not listen to it. You have to go slow. It takes time to find out if he's the one.” “You knew right away with Father!” Fumi yelled, jerking her hand away. Then she flushed, looking down in shame. “I'm sorry for snapping, Mother.” Her mother put her arms around Fumi, pulling her tight. “It was different with us. Your father and I were made for each other. I knew it the first time I tasted his seed. What did Kyle's taste like?” She chewed her lip, not wanting to answer. Her mother pulled away, cupping Fumi's face and forcing her to look into mother's dark, insistent eyes. “Bitter.” Fumi answered. “But that doesn't mean anything. It was only our first time. I know he'll grow sweeter. I just know it!” “My poor child,” her mother sighed, and hugged her fiercely. “You're just going to get your heart broken again when you kill him.” “No I am not!” She broke away from her mother and ran up the stairs, tears streaming down her face. She burst into her room ...

... and threw herself onto her bed. “He's the one for me!” she screamed into her pillow, raging like a hurricane as fear and doubt swirled inside her, whispering, You thought the same about Shiro and Kenji. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christy was thrilled when her boyfriend pulled up, all to aware of Ms. Franklin's gaze upon her, a hawk waiting for the rabbit to crawl out of its hole so she could swoop down and carry her off. But now Kyle was here to save her. He'll make sure that bitch won't carry me off! She wasn't sure what had been going on when she called Kyle, and had been a little taken aback by his lack of enthusiasm, but he had come quickly and there was a big smile on his face. She was relieved to see the pleasure in his eyes. Her eyes dropped down to his crotch, and a naughty smile flitted on her lips. I see why he came quickly—he needs some relief. “Sorry for being a dick,” he smiled. “Fatima was being a brat and driving me crazy.” “So...so I didn't interrupt anything important?” He wrapped his arms around her. “No.” He kissed her on the lips, and she melted against him, thrusting her tongue in his mouth. She knew Ms. Franklin was watching and she hoped the bitch was seething. Kyle smacked his lips. “Is that pussy I taste?” “What?” she blushed. “Oh, no. I...um....smeared some of my own to surprise you.” Christy cursed inside; she had thought she had washed her face enough. He kissed her again. “It's a great surprise!” “I have another surprise,” she hissed in his ear. ...