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

The Battered Lamp Seven: The Jealousy of the Witch

... being dominated by him and forced to be his concubine. “Yes, it is!” Christy moaned. “Are you staring at the girls.” “I am,” he answered. “They're so pretty. I love you, Christy, but there are going to be other women I fuck. Other women I keep like Chyna.” “Other women you love?” she asked, a bit bitter. “No. I think four's enough women to love. But even if it's a thousand, I would love you all the same. I want you and Aaliyah and the other two to be happy. The other's I just want to fuck. And you can fuck them, too. Pick a woman walking by, and Aaliyah can make her yours to play with.” Christy turned her head, watching their classmates stream by. Kyle kept pumping her ass, Aaliyah's hands massaging his balls as she licked at Christy's pussy. He could feel her ass tighten on his cocks as she stared at leggy Patricia Mathewson, star of the school's volleyball team. A gorgeous blonde, with a tight, athletic build and small breasts. “We could share her,” Kyle whispered. “You could eat out her pussy while I fuck you, then I could kiss you and taste her pussy on your lips.” “Did Aaliyah turn you into this, Kyle?” “No.” He slowed his thrusts, savoring the feel of her tight ass. “Deep inside, I always had these thoughts. Aaliyah merely showed me I didn't need morality's restraints anymore. I don't want to hide my true desires from you, and I don't want you to hide yours.” “So you'd be okay with me fucking another guy?” He licked her ear. “As long as you don't love him, you can have ...

... all the fun you want. Just remember who your heart belongs to.” “Oh, fuck!” Christy gasped. “Her tongue, your cock! Oh shit! Oh, Kyle!” Her ass felt wonderful as she came, squeezing and massaging, milking the cum out of his balls. He sped up; the soft cheeks of her ass slapping into his groin. She gasped and panted, another orgasm trembling through her. “So you want to hear my deepest fantasies!” gasped Christy. “Yes!” Kyle answered. “I want to fuck my mother.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Wow! That's so fucking nasty, Kyle!” “I want you to fuck her, too!” He captured her lips in a kiss. “What's yours?” “I want to piss into a woman's mouth! I want her to be degraded and dirty.” Christy tensed in his arms, then he heard water splashing and a muffled gasp from Aaliyah. “Are you pissing on her?” “Yes! Drink it, whore! Drink my filthy piss!” Kyle pictured the stream of yellow pouring from Christy's brown-furred cunt into Aaliyah's lush lips. It was such a filthy sight, and hearing the urine splash and Aaliyah swallow sent his balls into overdrive. He erupted in her ass, burying himself deep and holding her tight. “Oh, Christy!” he groaned. “You nasty, wonderful woman!” He could feel her cumming a third time, calling Aaliyah a filthy whore as she rubbed her pussy on the Genie's face. She bucked and gasped, then slumped in his arms. He held her, supporting her, as her orgasm left her week kneed. Aaliyah popped her head out. “That was...different.” “Did you like it?” Kyle asked. ...