The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Four: The Choice of the Mother - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Four: The Choice of the Mother

... “Yes,” Kyle groaned. Christy turned her head, looking at Fumi. “Hi!” she purred, her hips rising up and down. “So, you're Fumi?” “Yes. We didn't have time to properly meet last week at the cabin. Does our husband's cock feel good inside you.” “So good,” she panted, leaning back, her perky tits bouncing before Kyle's face. Aaliyah captured one pink nipple, Christy's pussy squeezing down on his cock as she let out a pleased squeal. “You guys are having fun without me,” pouted Fatima. “You could join us,” Fumi purred. “Come squeeze between me and our husband.” “Come suck on Christy's nipple,” Kyle said. “I know how much you loved to do that.” “She'll just betray us,” Fatima said. “I won't!” she moaned. “I'm all Kyle's! I love him! And you, Fatima! I was just a jealous bitch. But I get it now.” “Come join us,” Fumi smiled. “I'll finger you.” “Fine,” Fatima said, then wormed her naked body between Fumi and Kyle. He had all four of his wives in his arms. Fatima's lips latched onto Christy's right tit, moaning as Fumi's hand wormed between her thighs. Christy's hips rose faster, her pussy tight and wet on his cock. Kyle let his hands slide down Fumi and Aaliyah's backs, cupping their supple asses, pulling them closer together. “All mine,” he groaned. “Finally.” “Yes! Fumi moaned, her lips nuzzling at Fatima's neck. “You finally have all of us.” His cock erupted into Christy's pussy. “Master, you should finish up,” Shannon said. “We're getting close to home.” “Yeah,” Kyle panted, ...

... Christy gasping and moaning, her pussy cumming, milking the last of his cum out of his cock. “I'm so close,” Fatima panted. The SUV turned the corner onto Kyle's street. Shannon hit the brakes. “What's wrong?” Kyle asked, his thoughts heavy with lust. “Get your weapon's Master!” gasped Shannon. “The front of the house has been ripped open!” Christy slid off of him, gasping for breath. Kyle stood up, walking forward and peering out the front windshield. Through the driving rain he could see the front of his gray house smashed open, splintered lumber dotting the lawn. “Aaliyah, clothes!” In a flash of yellow, Kyle was clothed. “Step on it, Shannon!” Fatima shouted, her yari appearing in a burst of flames. Kyle reached out, remembering how Earthbones felt in his hand, bearing the strength of the very earth. His weapon appeared in a swirl of golden light, the katana glinting as Shannon sped forward. He held onto her seat as she slammed on the brakes. The SUV skid to a halt on the wet road. Britney was the first out, her katar in hand. Kyle followed her, Fatima on his heels. “Stay in the car, Aaliyah.” “Phillipa and Sable with me,” Christy said. “We're going to hang back and provide support.” Braiden, his former friend, stood in the wreckage of the house. Only there was something different about him. His skin had a gray pallor and was waxy, his legs and arms long and gangly. His head twisted almost all the way around to look behind him. “Kyle,” he hissed. “And the lovely Christy.” ...