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

The Battered Lamp Seven: The Jealousy of the Witch

... “Who?” “I can't remember.” The teacher's eyebrows furrowed. “How odd. I'm sure I heard one of your friends...but you said you didn't tell anyone.” “And is there any other person in the world that you think should have more than one wife?” Ms. Franklin frowned, thinking. “Well, no.” “Then what makes Kyle so special?” “I...I don't know. He just is a great man.” The teacher frowned more. “Why do I keep saying that?” Christy slammed her fist on the table. “Because Aaliyah is his Genie. He made a wish that everyone would accept his relationships!” Her teacher stumbled back, slumping onto a lab stool. “I'm under her power? She messed with my mind? But...but I didn't feel a thing!” For a moment, she sat there, staring at Christy, her jaw hanging open, and then the greed returned to her green eyes. “I didn’t feel a thing. Oh, Goddess, she has that much power. We need to plan. Tonight.” “Yes,” Christy nodded. The sooner Aaliyah is gone, the sooner I can have Kyle back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kyle was on cloud nine when third period ended. Christy was willing to share him! Between that happy news, and the knowledge he could have any girl he wanted, made focusing in class a lot harder. Sure he could have any girl, but he didn't want to force them. He wanted them to be willing; he wanted them to submit. Just like Shannon Coel had yesterday. A submissive girl he could dominate and fold into his harem. It was far more satisfying that way. But which girls were those? He stewed ...

... about it all through gym and English. Since and he and Britney shared English, they walked to the cafeteria together. They didn't get far when Aaliyah appeared out of nowhere, hooking his arm and leaning her head on his shoulder. “How's your first day going?” “It is an adjustment,” she answered. “Though Ms. Franklin seemed nice.” Kyle grinned; he had the beautiful, fiery-haired teacher last year. “Yeah, I liked her when she taught me last year.” His wife laughed wickedly. “I bet you more than liked her.” “Fine. I jerked off thinking about her.” “Brother!” Fatima ran up and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with fiery passion. A few passing students sniggered, but none seemed to think it was inappropriate that his younger sister kissed him so thoroughly—Aaliyah's wish in action. “So how did she take it?” Fatima demanded, bouncing on her heals like she was standing on hot coals. “Did she says yes? Please say she said yes!” “She did.” Kyle's grin was broad as his little sister whooped for joy. “I'm going to eat her pussy so well!” she exclaimed. That prompted a few more sniggers and looks from the other students. “I'm so happy. Christy is the best!” “Come on, she usually beats me to the cafeteria.” A wife on each arm, Kyle threaded through the hallway. A few of the guys gave him thumbs-up, and a few of the girls had bright cheeks and slight smiles. That gave a Kyle an idea. “Aaliyah, is there a way I can see which girls are submissive. Ones that aren't in love, or have ...