The Battered Lamp Seven: The Jealousy of the Witch - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Seven: The Jealousy of the Witch

... and the others.” Christy's eyes teared up. She glanced at Aaliyah, then back at him. “I...I...Yes. I don't want to lose you, Kyle.” He slid the ring on her finger, then stood up and she kissed him, tears running down her cheeks. When he broke the kiss, Aaliyah swooped in and captured her lips. Christy tensed, then relaxed, and kissed the Genie back. “We should celebrate,” Kyle grinned. “Blow off first period and have some fun.” “We'll get in trouble,” Christy gasped. Aaliyah laughed. “Just say the W word, and I'll make it happen.” “If it's about sex, Aaliyah's powers can accomplish miracles.” “Sex? At school?” Kyle frowned. “We did it last Friday. Don't tell me your shy after you pounced on me Saturday night outside on that street. You ladies have awakened desires in me that can't be bottled back up.” He grinned. “Hell, I don't want them ever bottled up. Aaliyah, I wish that no-one notices our absence or notices us making love.” Aaliyah grinned, and knelt down, lifting up Christy's skirt. “Done,” she purred, then yanked down Christy's panties. “Oh, fuck!” Christy gasped, then leaned against the school building as Aaliyah devoured her pussy. “Oh, wow, she's good.” Kyle gave her a kiss on the lips. She didn't resist as he slid his hand under her shirt, and gently groped her breasts. “I love you, Christy.” She melted against him, moaning slightly, then whispered back her love. Her hand slid down his stomach, and rubbed against the bulge in his crotch. She smiled. “I missed ...

... this yesterday. Family time was so boring without you.” “I want you to live with me, Christy,” he whispered in her ear, as her finger drew down his zipper. “I want you to be my wife tonight.” “Yes!” she gasped. He pushed up her bra, and thumbed her hard nipple. “Tonight! But my parents!” Her hand reached in, pushing down his boxers and pulling his hard shaft out. “Aaliyah will take care of it right now. I wish it.” “Done!” Aaliyah's response was muffled by Christy's thighs and skirt. Her hand stroked him. “I want this in me. I missed your cock. If I have to share you, I guess I have to take any opportunity to feel it in me.” “I want to fuck your ass.” She hesitated, eyes fluttering with desire. He pinched her nipple between his finger, bringing a gasp. “Yes. Do it. I wish my ass is lubed.” Her eyes widened. “Oh wow, that felt weird.” “She's all ready, my husband.” Christy turned, and he lifted her skirt and saw Aaliyah's dusky hands spreading her pale cheeks apart. Her brown asshole glistened with lube. He smiled, and pressed his cock gently inside her. She arched back against him. When he buried all the way inside her, he whispered, “Look at all of them. They can't see us, they don't know we're fucking just a few feet away.” The area was still busy as students arrived, but thanks to Aaliyah, none paid attention to them. Kyle watched them, his eyes lusting after pretty girls as he pumped his cock inside his newest wife's ass. He wondered which of them were submissive, open to ...