The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... I’m a beginner, and I have to start somewhere, having a six year old kid flip me onto my back is humiliating. I find out that Aikido is a martial arts form that doesn’t use strength so much as holds, pressure points, and avoiding direct attacks. It takes me a bit to get used to thinking like this, but after the umpteenth time of a child controlling my movements, I start to pay better attention. I catch a ride home with Lisa, and offer to make dinner. When I serve my concoction up, we all agree that I may not be the best cook. Both women are still thankfully satisfied from last night’s marathon session, and I’m actually able to get a little sleep sandwiched between the two attractive women. This time we’re in Lisa’s bed, as Becky’s sheets are still in the laundry because of last night. The rest of the week seems to go by smoothly. Even Sheila Lance stops glaring at me, only snapping at every little distraction from work. No more assassins show up to kill me under TanaVesta’s orders. No more drama from any women. Jennifer tries to treat me as she used to, before our first kiss, but we both agree it’s too awkward, and our interactions end up reduced to curt greetings. Every time I see her walking her rounds, I have to laugh at all the men ogling her. She tries to grimace every time she catches someone looking her way, but the way she moves her hips, or readjusts her clothing lets me know she’s enjoying the attention. I find a great apartment to move into on Friday, but by ...

... then, both women refuse to let me go, telling me that I can just stay there and pay rent. A strong part of me wants to have a little bit of freedom, but deep down I’m not willing to give them up either, and end up staying. I end up buying a whole new wardrobe, and Becky gives me a corner of her closet to use. Saturday rolls around, and I’m surprised to find that both women want to go to AnnaBelle’s church’s event with me. We dress nicely, and Becky drives us—she has the nicer car—to the address on the flyer. AnnaBelle’s church is a large attractive white building, with a large lawn. People dressed in Sunday finery are amiably chatting, and I can see a couple tables being set for an outside picnic. The religious woman from work spots me as we walk onto the lawn, and I can tell her smile is forced as she takes in Becky and Lisa on my arms. “I’m so glad you could come,” she says, “and I’m sure the Lord is too.” “Thank you for inviting us,” Becky says. “We brought a Jell-o salad,” Lisa follows up, presenting the desert. It’s obvious that AnnaBelle doesn’t know how to take the women’s behavior, but she smiles, saying, “The bigger the flock that follows our Lord, the better,” and takes the bowl from the blonde-haired woman. “You weren’t kidding,” Lisa says in a whisper as AnnaBelle walks away. “She really is overzealous.” “Be nice, Lisa,” Becky says, but I can see her eyes sparkling with mirth as well. “Maybe we shouldn’t have come,” I say, feeling uncomfortable surrounded by so many ...