The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirteen: The Despair of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirteen: The Despair of the Warrior

The Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Thirteen: The Despair of the Warrior Copyright 2014 Thursday, January 23rd – South Hill, WA The memory of Fatima lying on the hospital bed wouldn't leave Kyle's mind when he reached Gym Class. So Kyle took comfort with Carla and Aaliyah behind the bleachers, burying his guilt and anger over everything that had happened in the warm, wet flesh of his wife and concubine, savoring the feel of their hot pussies wrapped around his cock. As his orgasm built, all the pain vanished and he was left with only bliss. Then he came and all the hurt came rushing back. He just wanted all his loves to be in his arms, safe and happy. He even wanted Christy, his skin itching to hold them. He needed Fatima to wake up, Christy to return, and Fumi to discover a way for them to be together. Third period was English and Kyle half-expected to see his best friend, Britney, in her seat beside his, but she hadn't come in today. He could really use someone to talk to about all this; Britney's intellect was deep and her advice was always useful. “Hello, Kyle,” purred Ms. Capello, her large breasts straining a tight, violet sweater. There was a twinkle in the teacher's eye as she stared at him. Kyle had taken her as a concubine yesterday. “Good morning, Ms. Capello,” he smiled, bountiful boobs distracting him from his problems, swelling his cock. She was his secret concubine. Kyle had already been in trouble for his sexual escapades with Principal Burke, and he ...

... was keen to keep their relationship beneath his radar. A reckless lust throbbed in his pants. A quick wish would take care of everything. Aaliyah. I wish that no one thinks it odd that I'm fucking Ms. Capello. *You sure are horny today, my love,* He could sense her amusement. *You're making me feel a little excited.* Feel free to have fun, he sent back. It was only fair. *Maybe I will. Have fun with your concubine!* He walked to his teacher; her smile broadened and color spotted her tan cheeks. He reached up, and stroked her cheek, delighting in his concubine's shudder. She flashed a look at his classmates streaming in. Her brown eyes were full of questioning concern. She hasn't met Aaliyah yet. She doesn't know I have a Djinn. “It'll be okay,” he told her, trailing his hand down her smooth neck to the neckline of her blouse. He pushed into her blouse, squeezing her warm, pliant breast. She shuddered, licking her lips, the fear in her eyes, but she didn't resist. “I'm ready to please you, Master,” she whispered. “Anytime, anywhere.” Her hand reached out, squeezing his arching cock through his pants, her smile growing. He pushed into her bra, and found her hard nipple, pinching hard, enjoying the shivering gasp that escaped her lips. His classmates were sitting down, giving the teacher expectant looks. None cared that he was fondling their teacher's breasts, but were waiting for Ms. Capello to start class. He loved the audience watching him. He pulled his hand out of her blouse, ...