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Chapt. 4
Forced Arousal is Better than No Arousal At All!
Lara Croft was dressed in her familiar field shorts, folded completely up to reveal her sleek, strong legs right up to her crotch, with her usual tank top without a bra. Ss she climbed the steps of the home she had been instructed by Maria to visit, her swollen tits, nipples apparently permanently erect, didn't so much as jiggle as she stepped onto the front porch and knocked on the door.
Maria had ordered her to seek out the witch Gena and recruit her. The only reason she hadn't herself, she explained, was that the witch had demonsign in her house. If there were demons in her house, Maria wasn't about to face them. Not yet. She didn't want any Demons from Hades to know where she was, or what she was trying to do.
So she sent Lara. Lara would not attract the unwanted attention that Maria would. The witch, Gena, was well known for her lesbian tendencies. Lara would be just another lesbian visiting…
The fact that Lara claimed not to be a lesbian made no difference to Maria. Her father's curse on the Archeologist would insure that Lara would perform properly on this mission!
Lara carried the cursed dildo Maria had used on Lara in the cave with her 'father'. It was an important part of the casting.
It was for the virgin…
Gena had went downstairs to check on the Succubus.
Afterwards she wished she hadn't.
The Succubus was still behind the barrier, standing naked with a hideous grin like that of a cat to a canary. It was idly stroking its clit, which had to be eighteen inches long and a thick as her arm.
Its aura seized her the moment she stepped onto the basement floor.
"Release me, Human! I wish to enjoy your body and corrupt your soul!" it arrogantly nagged the instant she stepped off the stairs.
Before she could come back with a witty reply, Gena staggered to a halt. She hissed raggedly as the Demon's main weapon, the 'forced lust' attack, struck her full force.
So powerful! surged through her mind as her body responded fully to the attack.
Gena was wearing a thin robe, very nearly transparent, that extended to the floor. The Beast could see her nipples clearly spring into rigid erection. Then the Succubus' red eyes dropped to glare at her loins.
"Already wet I see!" it added with a smirk. "Can't wait to sit on my phallus!"
Stiffly shaking her head, Gena managed a hoarse "No!"
Another chuckle. "Do not delude yourself, woman! Your barrier will soon be of no protection for you! Look!" and the Beast pointed at the floor.
Despair flooded Gena when she saw the pentagram glowing. It was dim, but definitely glowing!
"You know what that means, Human! Your doom! Slowly but surely my fellows will penetrate your world. And you know who the first Human will be that we penetrate!"
Gena fought down the terror threatening to seize her. There was no way she could fight two Demons, especially Succubii, and avoid hideous ravagement and sexual enslavement. She had read about too many witches who had called up Demons who were too powerful to control. Some of those witches are apparently still in the hellish depths, servicing demonic phalli.
But there was still time, time to figure out how to stop them! Maybe another seance? It brought the first one here, maybe it can be used to stop any others from coming thru?
The megalomaniacal Demon continued. "Submit to me now, Human, and there will be only pleasure…the greatest pleasure a Human woman can experience. For it will not be pleasure you will experience once my fellow demons catch you!"
"I believe it!" she silently said in her head.
Then there was a knock on her front door.
Immediately sending another reinforcing bolt of energy into the barrier, she turned and staggered for the stairs.
The Succubus just said, "It will do you no good, once the next Succubus penetrates your barrier, Woman! Submit to me and you will have no more worries! You will thank me!'
"I'd just bet!" her mind replied.
As she went up the stairs she could feel those red demonic eyes burning into her flexing, rotating buttocks.
It didn't help her horniness.
Gena pulled open the door, not bothering to close her robe over her hard nippled, sweaty and wet chest, belly and loins.
From outside the door Lara stared at the revealed flesh that was fighting down rising imposed lust.
Gena ignored Lara's stare. In a surprised voice she exclaimed, "Lara! I mean, Ms Croft! I heard you were teaching at the College! Come in! Please, come in!"
Lara smiled gently and stepped in. She noticed that the Witch refused to close her robe.
Anyway, she could see right through it, so it made little difference whether the woman closed it or not.
Strangely, though, a sudden, intense wave of passion…intensely sexual passion surged through her.
"I have followed your adventures with great interest, Ms. Croft…"
"Call me Lara," Lara interrupted.
"Of course! What can I do for you?"
Lara hesitated, then asked, "Forgive me if I misunderstand, but are you a practicing witch?"
Gena didn't hesitate. "Why, yes! Why do you ask?"
"I have a…companion that has need of a casting…" Damn! I'm getting hot! Lara told herself. She felt the surges of…horniness build steadily, just like when Maria was in the same room with her!
She glanced down and saw her nearly inch long nipples poking through her thin tank top.
Then she saw Gena staring, hungrily, at her jutting tits and stiff nipples!
Normally she would have been turned off by another woman leering at her tits. This time, however, most pleasant waves of lust ran through her.
She liked this woman staring at her!
"What is in the package?" Gena, pulling her eyes from Lara's jugs, asked.
With a blink, Lara offered the package to the woman. "It…its for the ceremony I…we would like you to perform for us. My associate also tells me that the ceremony with require a virgin. I hope you know of one. She won't be harmed, just required…"
Gena unwrapped it, then gawked at the monstrous dildo. "Won't be harmed, you say?"
"I assure you. That is a especially valuable artifact. Used for hundreds or thousands of years in virgin sacrifices in Mexico and Central America. It has been passed from one Native American culture to the next. It is both valuable in monetary terms, but also possesses great spiritual power."
Gena nodded slowly. She could feel power emanating from it. Even with the 'forced lust' coming from the basement, she could feel that the artifact was something…special. "This 'casting' requires the deflowering of a virgin?"
"Yes. She must be an adult, that is physically fully developed, and preferably willing."
"I assume you are willing to pay…"
"I have been told that money…gold…will be no barrier…"
"I have a person in mind. I will meet with her tonight. But your request is dangerous, risky. I suspect that you are involved with a demonic presence, no?"
Lara blinked at her. Then she nodded. How did she know?
Gena looked into Lara's eyes, a near predatory look in her own. "Tell me, you cannot leave this Demon, can you? Some…thing prevents you from escaping from this Demon? In fact, you do not wish to leave this Demon?"
Lara gnawed on her lower lip. This woman essentially knew all of her 'problem' with Maria. Lara had gotten so used to Maria's power over her that she no longer bothered to think about escaping her.
And the look Gena was giving her turned her on almost as much as when Maria leered at her.
Gena glanced down at Lara's rising and falling, swollen with arousal, scarcely covered tits with their profoundly erected nipples and powerful surges of unbidden and unwanted lust surged through the Archeologist. She wanted to thrust her tits out into the woman's face!
With wide open, anime white eyes she stared back into Gena's lecherous leer. "Will you help me?" Lara whispered hoarsely, her throat dry, her pant deepening.
Gena took a deep breath through her nose, her eyes continuously fixed on Lara's heaving boobs. Never had she wanted to…take a woman as much as this very moment.
Lara needed no prompting to recognize what Gena's eyeing of her 'charms' meant. Suddenly, without thinking, Lara took the lower hem of her midriff exposing tank top in her two hands.
"It has to be the curse!" she thought as she slowly, helplessly lifted the hem.
Gena couldn't take her eyes off of Lara's disrobing. In fact her eyes widened in gathering sexual thrill as Lara began to do exactly what she had wished the woman to do!
"I've never been with a…woman before!" Lara softly, slowly said, like a schoolgirl showing off her body to her first boyfriend. Then she abruptly lifted the hem. When the hem momentarily caught on Lara's jutting nipples, exposing the entire lower half of her magnificent breasts, Gena, no helping the lust rushing through her, inhaled again noisily through her nose.
Hesitating, wide eyed, for only a count, she lifted the hem past her jutting nipples, completely exposing her beauties. Holding her tank top across her uppermost chest, thrusting, maybe unconsciously or maybe not, her naked tits in a panting, flushed, beginning to sweat under demonic 'forced lust' attack, as well as curse, Lara gasped, "I'll give myself to you, willingly. I'll do anything you want, if you'll help me…er…us!"
Then she pulled the tank top off over her head.
Gena's hands were full of Lara's melons before the tank top hit the floor. Then, pulling the gasping woman towards her by that grip on her udders, Gena kissed Lara.
Lara's first 'willing' lesbian kiss. At least since Lara's school days.
It was so delicious! So sweet, so gentle yet passionate at the same time!
Then, in what seemed to Lara as the middle of their kiss, with a hungry moan into Lara's mouth, the lesbian broke the kiss to bend over and mouth Lara's left nipple, sucking strongly.
With a faint gasp Lara closed her eyes as startling unique pleasure gripped her. It swept through her, igniting completely her already aroused body. No man had ever suckled her like that! It felt so good!
Which was exactly the reaction the experienced Gena expected and wanted.
Lara's enflamed mind's opinion of sex with women was starting to change.
Inwardly she was still repulsed by the thought of making love to another woman, but the longer Gena nursed on her, switching from one nipple to the other at exactly the right time to maximize her passions, the more 'comfortable' with 'having sex' with Gena she became.
Lara knew it was Diabolos' curse on her that was making her like what Gena was doing to her, but that thought did nothing to suppress the delicious pleasure of Gena's tit sucking.
"Will you help us?" she husked, almost moaned, to the nursing lesbian.
Gena released Lara's nipple and brought her face up to Lara's. "Will you give yourself to me?" she breathed into Lara's anime eyed face.
Lara nodded way more eagerly than she felt on the inside. But her mind certainly did nothing to stop her enthusiastic nod.
"All of you?" Gena added, hands dropping to the front of Lara's shorts.
"Anything!" Lara gasped back thoughtlessly, thrilling wildly with Gena's hands gripping her last item of clothing.
Gena expertly opened Lara's waist button and pulled her shorts apart, forcing Lara's zipper completely down. Then she exclaimed, "I want everything!" and plunged her right hand down Lara's wide open pants.
Lara, as usual, wore no panties. Nor did she have any pubic hair. She did have her thighs well parted as Gena's hand slid over her bald mound and between her elongated, and soaked, labia.
Lara cried out passionately when the two middle fingers of Gena's hand trapped Lara's stiff little clit between them. Expertly those fingers rolled Lara's love button between them.
Whatever hesitation or resistance to lesbian love making left in Lara's mind collapsed with the wild surges of delicious white hot bliss generated by her trapped clit. Lara immediately threw her arms around Gena's neck and pressed her lips to Gena's for the Archeologist's first initiated homo-kiss.
When Lara opened her eyes she saw the long couch not twenty feet away in the Witch's living room. In her present state of mind, swept away by submissive lesbian arousal, she wished fervently that her first lesbian lover would carry her there!
And show her the wonders of woman to woman love!
Sisters Chastity and Constance stood outside Lara Croft's office, hiding behind a wide, tall pine tree. They wore the white blouse and red checkerboard skirts of their Catholic High School days of four and two years respectively even though their styles were quite out of place at Goodenough College.
They had seen Maria enter Lara's office some minutes ago. They had also got a whiff of the sickly sweet stench of a demon when she unknowingly passed them.
They concluded the Demon within Maria was too powerful from just being in the proximity of the Crux for them to take it on.
Then they both ducked when Maria suddenly reappeared out the door. Walking very fast, she disappeared around the building.
"Now is our chance!" Sister Chastity whispered. "You follow the Demon while I get the Crux from Croft's office. Now, do not challenge the Demon! She may be too powerful for either of us alone. I'll be just behind you. Understood?"
Constance nodded, then dashed off in the direction the Demon had taken.
Sister Chastity tried the door to Lara Croft's office and found it unlocked. She nearly gagged with the all permeating odor of the Demon, and her nipples abruptly jutted out through her bra and blouse, so she took more time than she originally expected to make it to Lara's cum stained desk.
Looking up above the desk at the cabinet where the Crux had been place, she found it empty!
Then she found the note on the desk. From Dean Windsor!
She as taken the Crux! To her office to prepare it for shipping to the Getty Museum!
Chastity moved as fast as she could after Constance.
Dean Windsor raised her head from her work to see Maria standing just on the inside of her office door. "Maria! So kind of you to come by! Would you like some tea?"
The young 'girl' walked towards the Dean with a slow, exaggerated step, one foot ahead of the other, hips flipping one way, then the other.
Dean Windsor was surprised by the appearance of the girl's face. She seemed to be smiling like some predator looking at her prey!
"No, Dean Windsor, I have not come for tea!" Maria, eyes wild now, replied as the stepped up alongside the Dean's desk. "I have come for the Crux! You will give it to me!"
Then she laid her hand upon Dean Windsor's.
"Well, young lady, I am afraid…that…I…cannot…" the Dean's voice faded away as she stared down at Maria's hand upon her own. After a long moment staring, the woman's breathing picked up and she looked back up at the grinning Maria. Sweat was suddenly rolling down the Dean's forehead as she stared up at the 'girl', eyes wide and mouth open in shock.
Then she was panting, speechless.
Maria pushed the woman back in her chair. Maria threw the Dean's expensive suit coat aside then leered at the impressive set of boobs, nipples pushing out through the bra and fabric.
Dean Windsor looked down with white and wide eyes, her mouth still open in shock, as Maria took her blouse in both hands…
"No!" the Dean managed to cry as Maria pulled her blouse apart, sending buttons flying. Then the monster leered down at the Dean's heavy duty bra. She reached back down and hooked her thumbs under the bottom of each stuffed cup.
With a wild grimace of pure terror, Dean Windsor tried to push Maria off her, ineffectually punching and pushing on the girl arched and towering over her.
Maria pulled up on both cups and, as they rose, two big soft melons fell out to form perfect big pears upon Dean Windsor's chest. Maria placed the bra around the Dean's neck.
"No!" the Dean cried again as she continued to impotently push and pound on Maria's shoulders.
Maria just reached back in and filled her hands with Dean Windsor's tits. Titmeat oozed between her fingers as she manipulated the Dean's udders.
"OOOHHH!" the Dean cooed in horror as even greater pleasure assaulted her.
Then Maria captured her half inch long nipples between forefinger and thumb. Twisting both of them, she had the Dean wincing vividly.
Suddenly the Dean's offense against Maria ceased, her hands dropping to grip the armrests of her chair. "Ah! No! What are you doing to me?!" she gasped out.
Maria just kept twisting.
The Dean suddenly went silent, then arched her chest, thrusting her tortured tits up at Maria. Her fingernails dug into the wood of the armrests as the woman froze, boobs arched up, with Maria continuing to twist. Then, a count later, the Dean's belly started convulsing. "UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! She moronically repeated.
For a good minute the woman exploded under Maria's hands.
Finally releasing her reddened boobs, Maria stood upright. "You tell me where Crux is at, no?"
Sweating now like a pig, panting and jerking in residual bolts of orgasm, the Dean shook her head quickly, throwing sweat all around her.
"Then I must use more…persuasive measures!" Maria replied in an all too threatening voice.
Then a tent formed in her blue skirt.
The Dean, still panting hard, noticed the tent and stared at it as it grew. When it popped out from under the skirt, her eyes widened again. "No! For God's sake, not that!"
"I'm about to show you your new god!" Maria replied, reaching for the Dean's legs.
Constance managed to get to a window in Dean Windsor's office just as Maria hefted the screeching Dean's legs into the air. Now she was hunched over in her chair, legs up and splayed wide.
Maria released one leg, and it stayed up, while she reached down and seemed to grab the Dean by her ass.
Constance gaped as Maria ripped the middle out of the Dean's pantyhose and disdainfully threw it aside. The wailing Dean's hose retracted around each calf.
Then, as Maria bent her knees to bring herself closer to the head tossing, hysteric looking Dean's loins, Constance felt a wave of irresistible lust sweep through her.
The Dean was shaking her head wildly, screaming nonsense syllables as a smirking Maria brought the head of her monstrous organ against the wet, elongated labia of her next victim. "No!" the Dean screamed, "You can't…it's too big…it won't fit…it will kill me!"
Then the red hot glans pressed into the Dean's pussy…
First the Dean's eyes flashed in shock, then closed into slits as her jaw dropped and a long moan momentarily filled the room, "OOOOOOOOHH!"
"Sooooo goooood!" the Dean moaned as Maria pressed home, all fear and resistance from the woman gone in an instant of cockhead to pussy contact.
"You tell me where the Crux is, Dean Windsor." Maria demanded while grinding her cockhead against the woman's spreading opening. "I can…I want to give you more…much more! Just tell me Dean Windsor."
The Dean could only shake her head rapidly.
Then a sharp, wet pop echoed in the room and the Dean began howling again.
Only it wasn't in life threatening pain…
Maria just smirked down on the thrashing woman. Slowly, steadily she thrust, driving a good foot of leg thick organ into the overwhelmed woman's belly. With her skirt pulled up to her waist, Maria could see the Dean's belly bulge as she thrust again, sinking in all the way, moving the woman's womb up towards her diaphragm. As she relentlessly went in, the bulge grew.
When she stopped they were face to face, inches apart. The woman was breathing fast and shallow, her lungs compressed. She was sweating like a pig, now, fearful eyes fixed on Maria's.
Maria flexed her nearly buried cock, and the Dean gasped loudly and jerked visibly. Then the Dean turned her head away, closed her eyes, and moaned loudly.
The moan sounded like it was being forced out of her. It also sounded very sincere.
She had never accommodated anything so…big so far inside her!
As is reading the Dean's mind, Maria teased, "Never had anything that deep, Dean Windsor? If I need to I can go deeper!"
The nearly doubled over woman could only moan again and, slowly this time, shake her head a couple of times. Lusts and submission demanding torrid pleasures rushed through her stuffed body, driving her to heights of arousal and passion she had never experienced before.
It was all she could do just maintaining her consciousness and some semblance of personal will.
Then, with a loud 'slurp', Maria pulled out!
"No!" immediately cried the Dean after Maria had withdrawn and stood up.
"'No', Dean Windsor?" Maria laughed back. "You are not starting to…enjoy this, are you?"
Dean Windsor looked up at the schoolgirl standing over her, eyes white, legs still up in a stiff 'V'. After a long moment of silence, much more softly than her last exclamation, she almost whispered, "I will not tell you!"
Maria just bent over the still panting, half naked woman, aiming her cock at the wide open pussy. The overwhelmed woman made no action to impede or stop the over-towering monster.
The schoolgirl beast chuckled derisively, "That is it, Dean Windsor, keep yourself nice and wide spread for me!" Once the head was inserted again into twat, Maria smoothly thrust her entire organ into the offered up Dean's pussy.
"AAAAAAHHHHOOOOOHHHH!" the Dean went, starting with a wild shriek and ending with a soul robbing moan of complete defeat.
Maria began to withdraw but was stopped by a word…
"No!" gasped the Dean. She pointed to a box about three feet behind her desk. Then she looked back up at the gorgeous grinning Demon. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" She hesitated again, then blurted out: "Fuck me! Fuck me, you Beast! Please!"
Maria laughed down at the desperate woman and, seizing her ankles, drove back into the Dean's feminine guts. As Dean Windsor howled in unholy bliss, Maria spread the woman's ceiling pointing legs and leaned in between them. Faces just inches apart, her hips drove and retreated, drove and retreated, driving her impossible organ over a foot into the helpless Dean's swollen belly.
Constance shuddered, aroused beside herself from watching the woman's erotic defeat and sexual enslavement, not to mention as well the effects of Maria's Aura. She could hear the woman's hysterical cries, she was rattling the windows with them.
They sent chills up her spine; hot, oh so erotic chills.
But she had to do something! But what? That monster was at its height of power and Constance was just a mere apprentice! What could she do?
Constance shook her head. She had to do something!
Dean Windsor had howled her throat raw. Still tossing her sweaty head back and forth, eyes rolled up into her skull, hands clamped down on her chair's armrests, she could do nothing but take that demonic cock and…
Cum, cum, cum!
Maria's egg shaped, softball sized nuts bounced off the Dean's not insubstantial ass cheeks, spanking them red and filling the air with the sharp crack of firm testicle slapping off of wet, plump yet taut asscheek: "Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! "
When the cock in her belly began jumping, far, far up her, Dean Windsor instinctively knew…
It was going to spew a million babies into her belly!
The Dean, still cuming wildly, could care less at that moment.
But Maria didn't want to unload into the woman's belly.
She had a much more…practical place to unload into!
With a syrupy pop she pulled completely out of the woman!
Dean Windsor was just beginning to scream her protest at being emptied when the schoolgirl beast pressed the woman's bare thighs together, trapping that near eighteen inch cock between them! The underside of Maria's organ rested upon the Dean's crotch, pressing down upon the woman's clit. The iron bar hard and heavy pole crushed Dean Windsor's clit between it and the woman's pubic bone.
Maria began fucking between the woman's thighs, her cock almost reaching the Dean's tits on the out-stroke. At the peak of each thrust that cock would deposit a wormy, coiled strand of precum right between the Dean's full and swollen boobs. Soon a veritable lake of precum would accumulate between those udders.
On the cock's withdrawal it would deposit a long, thick worm of precum right down the Dean's mid-line, from her sternum clear to her mons. Each stroke resulted in another worm until the woman looked like she had dumped spaghetti down her front.
The backstroke would force the cockhead back between the Dean's pressed together thighs, and the subsequent next thrust would pop it forwards. Each cycle between her thighs generated a slight, very sloppy pop.
Meanwhile Maria's well lubed cock was rubbing over and crushing down on Dean Windsor's stiff little button. The resulting clit derived pleasure absolutely smothered the woman's will, sending her into paroxysms of body dominating forced pleasure.
Oh did the Dean howl! Oh did her head shaking, tossing countless drops of lust induced sweat across her desk, continue if not actually increase.
In the meanwhile, Maria concentrated on getting off. Those thighs, their flesh so smooth, the underlying muscle so firm, provided almost as much clasping, silky pleasure as the woman's formerly stuffed pussy. Faster and faster she sawed between those thighs, making sure on each backstroke that her cockhead passed between those thighs to maximize the stimulation and her dominating pleasure.
Now, at the end of each thrust, that glans spurted liquid precum into the Dean's face, as well as drooling long worms of gelatinous wadd over her jutting breasts. It was a signal that any female in the Dean's position would instantly recognize.
The Dean stopped howling, suddenly concentrating all her attention on the cock surging up over her, reaching nearly to her hard nippled tits. She was panting like a race horse, eyes wide and white and fixed on the spitting, drooling monstrosity jumping and throbbing between her thighs and almost into her face.
Maria popped up upon her tip-toes and fucked the purple, maximally swollen head of her cock between Dean Windsor's pressed together thighs a good half dozen quick pumps. Then, with a roar, "AAAAHHH!" she thrust her jerking prick completely over the woman.
A count passed with Maria tetanic upon her toes, her cock iron bar hard and throbbing so much that Dean Windsor's eyes could follow it. Then, after that one second count, a sudden gush of pearly white, lumpy and greasy cum jetted from the tip to smack into the Dean's face…right between her eyes.
The woman opened her mouth to scream in surprise when the second eruption, even larger, completely filled her mouth!
The woman began swallowing testiclechowder, demonic or not, for the first time in her life.
But Maria wasn't about to let her off that easily. No sooner had she filled the woman's mouth than she spewed another half cup of goo into one eye-socket. The other was filled with the next dose.
Over and over, rhythmically and powerfully, copious and tacky, Maria spewed, coating the Dean's face within a half dozen more ejaculations. Nor did she, could she stop…
Constance was watching through the window, watching the monster erupt into the helpless woman's face. She had never seen a male's…thing…ejaculate before. That alone held her fixed. Now she wondered, "Did all men's…organs…ejaculate so much…semen?!
Constance was hotter than a firecracker. Maria's aura was so intense that she could see it around the girl-like demon, even in daylight! Never had she been so…aroused in her short life! Now, watching the beast literally drench poor Dean Windsor's face with an incredible amount of…semen, she was getting the most…disturbing thoughts.
Like she wished she were Dean Windsor at that moment!
Shaking her head again to clear her head, she reproached herself. "You've got to be strong! You have to challenge that demon! You have to do something!"
Dean Windsor was no longer recognizable by the time Maria finally stopped cuming, after a good two minutes of almost continuous spewing…
Into the Dean's face!
Like inches thick icing on a wedding cake, her face was completely obscured. Except for a tongue that occasionally appeared from where her mouth should be, not a single bit of flesh could be seen. Her nose was buried under at least an inch of coagulating eggwhite, and great sheets of coiled and greasy cum-pudding drooled down the sides of her head, covering her ears and plastering her hair to her cum covered skull.
Maria hunched over the women, breathing deeply and looking…satisfied.
The Dean's chest rose and fell rapidly, from where she was getting air not visible. The woman's un-cumcovered body shook and jerked as aftershocks of her mind blanking, heart stopping orgasms, at least a dozen full orgasmic episodes, one right after the other, jarred her nervous system. The woman was still panting and jerking when Maria rose.
She draped the woman's legs over the armrests of her chair, dropped her skirt over her beginning to deflate cock, then, looking down at Dean Windsor, she smiled triumphantly. Then she turned to the box the Dean had indicated housed the Crux.
Easily ripping the thick cardboard box asunder, her eyes gleamed as she beheld the Crux.
"At last!" she said, lifting the artifact in one hand.
Her aura brightened until it was casting shadows in the room, sunlight or no.
"Thank you, Dean!" she chortled. "I won't ask if you enjoyed my little visit. I know you did! And you'll never forget what I did to you, or how good it was!" Then she turned for the door.
"Don't go!" croaked the Dean through a cum coated throat.
Maria just laughed while walking out the door.
"Do you really want to spend the night at her house?" Norma asked her daughter, Brittany. The girl had just said to her mother how excited she was being invited to stay the evening with Gena. She actually hadn't been worried about the woman, even when Doreen had come home all bleary eyed and excited about being with the woman overnight.
But since her daughter had called her a lesbian, and now wanted to spend the night, alone, over at Gena's house…
She had the afternoon to herself. Dinner wasn't but a good four hours away. Plenty of time to visit that woman, Gena, and find out for herself if it was…safe for Brittany to get so close to her!
Kari, in her Gi, slipped through the basement window of Gena's house. The sickly sweet smell of a Class 1 Succubus permeated her senses, her nipples already and most involuntarily erect. Once on the basement floor she saw, as well as smelt, the Succubus at once.
It was behind a shield, she recognized with great relief. She was afraid it was free, just hiding in the basement until dark.
"I smell you, Human! You smell wet already! Come to me, free me and I will give you pleasures no mortal has experienced in three hundred years!
Realizing that the Demon was correct, she was soaked down there, Kari stepped out into the open. She stepped right up to the pentagram.
Then she noticed the glow…
There was another one coming through! Was it the Balrog?
Then she noticed how hard she was breathing…
And how her rocky nipples ached…
With a jerk of her head, she looked at the Succubus. A jolt of thrilling lust hit her belly when she saw the…phallus jutting out of the Succubus' loins.
She remembered her curse: Big, huge, fat demonic phalli.
"Want it?" Absinth said, instantly recognizing Kari's weakness. "Of course you do! It's written all over your face." The Demon then looked down at Kari's shiny-wet thighs. "And all over your loins! Come to me! I'll fuck you into bliss…divine bliss!"
Then the Demon's aura lit up and Kari raggedly inhaled. The power this close to the Demon! Kari almost lost herself in the 'forced seduction' attack.
But she didn't. She fought it down.
Only then could she think straight. "No way, Bitch!" she replied once she regained her voice. "You belong exactly where you are! I have no interest in you or your big…clit!"
"Lair," Absinth replied smoothly, waving her near twenty inches of sex button at the Ninja. Then her aura glowed even brighter. "Open your Gi, I wish to see what I will be fucking!"
Lust swept through her like electricity, instantly overwhelming her discipline, her conscious will. It took her a good minute to fight it down, this time.
When she came to she saw that her Gi was wide open and her hands were cupping her swollen, throbbing breasts. She shook her head violently, then closed her Gi.
That was close!
The Succubus just laughed. "Look at you! I had you begging without even touching you! Some Ninja you are! You are just another cock squatting Asian!"
"Well, this is one 'Asian' you won't fuck!" she bravely shot back. She acted much more bravely than she felt. "If you get loose I'll kick your fat ass! And that's a promise!"
Absinth just smiled while slowly jacking her phallus. "I'd like to see that! Liable to be very interesting…for me! For you, well, once I'm in you, you won't have to worry about a mind anymore! I can tell you'll love having my 'cock' up into your belly! And I promise that!"
"Humf!" was all Kari could think of for her mind was again filled with torrid, humiliating thoughts of squatting on that immense girl-sticker. She turned away from the Demon, flashing it nearly a full view of her full, round buttocks as she made for the steps leading up.
The Succubus just chuckled behind her.
When Norma stepped up the sidewalk to Gena's house, the strangest thing happened. Abruptly, and virtually only in-front of Gena's house, she found a weird and heavy downpour awaiting her. It seemed to be insuring that no matter how she tried to get on Gena's porch, she'd be soaked. In fact the storm went after her once she stopped on the sidewalk in-front of Gena's neighbor!
After a moment staring at the torrent, as if it had a mind of its own, the downpour abruptly moved right over her! Instantly she was soaked.
Then she saw a tall curvy woman with very little on standing at the door to Gena's house. She waved Norma on.
Already soaked, Norma had no choice, she thought, but to rush onto the porch.
Who had to be Gena conspicuously closed her nearly transparent gown, then stepped aside to let a dripping wet Norma in.
"Can I offer you coffee, please?" Gena asked in a pleasing friendly tone.
Gena flashed a friendly smile to the dripping Norma, then closed the door behind her. At once the noise of the downpour seemed miles away. Gena directed her into the large living room, furnished in European modern. Norma again seemed a little surprised. From outside it didn't seem the house would be so luxurious on the inside. Gena pointed to an attractive baroque serving tray near a wide fireplace that held various shaped decanters of liquor.
"Please help self," Gena insisted. "I am not so experienced with the mixing of American drinks, so you must help yourself. While I do not serve alcohol to the young students who visit me, I think a good drink after such cold rain will do an adult good."
Norma nodded in agreement, and Gena disappeared through a side door in order to get towels.
Norma, for some inexplicable reason, poured herself a vodka, an expensive Swedish vodka which had been held at its proper low temperature, then stood a moment contemplating the very attractive, though somewhat alien…more unique, living room. Except for the long, heavily upholstered couch opposite the fireplace, the furniture was of an ultramodern Scandinavian style. The room looked even larger than it was, because of the several long mirrors, she just noticed, that paneled the walls, glass-covered table tops, and sky- blue curtains reaching to the floor. It was certainly the most luxuriant house she had ever seen in a college town, and she could not help wondering how one could support such an interior on a witch's(?) income.
Gena came back after a few minutes, still wearing just a filmy nightgown. She threw a large fluffy towel and robe at Norma, and then began to pour herself a drink.
"'Darling, you'd better get those things off quickly before you catch cold," she said casually after a moment of Norma's hesitation.
Norma did pause, quite nervously, for a few seconds, not a little shocked and certainly embarrassed. She could not help but now notice Gena's nightgown's sheer, veritably transparent substance, and, as Gena walked about before the fireplace, the housewife could see Gena's surprisingly ample bosom clearly. Jutting blatantly outward in gravity defying, smooth and perfectly cone like firmness, Gena's breasts dramatically pushed out the translucent material of the nightgown. Bouncing and jiggling a few inches up and down with the woman's impressively vigorous movements, Norma could easily follow Gena's very large, dark and cone shaped nipples bobbing.
Her eyes also caught the outline of the rest of Gena's body: Tall, nearly a head taller than the gawking Sorority housemother, her outline was fantastically curvy, like a professional dancer's. Her waist was teenager thin, her hips almost as wide as Norma's. Her shoulders were wide and strong for a woman.
Gena's legs were long and powerful looking. Norma caught herself staring at where they met–where a large hairy patch, brazenly visible through the thin fabric, covered where her thighs' joined. Her body was surely as beautiful as her face, but Norma was a little taken aback at this casualness about showing off her body.
She did notice, however, that she was, in fact, thoroughly drenched and that a small puddle was forming on the exquisite deep-matted rug she stood upon. This, coupled with the desire to avoid appearing unsophisticated, moved her to walk toward the bathroom, slip off her clothes which she hung on a rack over the bathtub, and slip on the fluffy robe which Gena had handed her. She walked softly and a little embarrassingly into the living room. Gena sat easily with a drink in her hand in the large, incongruously padded sofa opposite the fireplace which now was beginning to blaze.
"I thought you might find it a little more comfortable with the fireplace alight," Gena said as Norma rubbed her hair briskly with the towel, covering her body completely with the sumptuous cloth, and sitting on the edge of a chair across the room. She smiled at Gena, trying hard not to appear too nervous, and Gena returned her smile with dark sparkling eyes. Norma could not help noticing that, even though obviously a female, Gena was lovely, her exotic eyes and large red lips still beautiful even without makeup. She bowed her head a bit, somewhat upset by the thought of what she probably looked like after that rain drenching.
Worse, she was feeling outright aroused looking at her!
"I really cannot believe this weather," Gena finally cut in. "It is actually chilly now with the rain falling just outside, and it has been hot and dry all week." She moved toward the fireplace, bending down to add another log to the fire. The beauty of the front of her body was more than equaled by her rear: Her long smooth back, strong and straight, topped a high, perfectly rounded ass split by a deep, mysterious crack. Below the magnificent ass a pair of firm inner thighs covered with smooth, swarthy skin stood apart some three feet as she bent over.
It was almost as if Gena was thrusting her nether charms into Norma's face!
"It shall be going strong in a few minutes," she said, straightening up, turning and then leaning on the fireplace. She stood, an elbow on the sill of the fireplace, one leg crossed over the other in a pose which reminded Norma of a bronze statue of a goddess.
Then she saw something on the other side of the fireplace, on the floor. It looked like a dark tank top!
Gena noticed where Norma was staring. "Oh, that!" she said, picking it up and hanging it up in the coat closet. A…friend forgot it. Some day I will return it to her!"
Norma nodded, then shivered. "Yes, I think too, the drink might help," responded Norma, turning the collar up around her neck. She was obviously still a little chilly, and gave a shudder as she tried to gulp her drink with shaking hands.
"Oh dear," Gena remarked, coming toward Norma. "I hope you are not catching cold. Here, you must rub yourself like this." She knelt down and grasped Norma's arm firmly with her hands, and started rubbing the entire length of Norma's arms and hands. "Very quickly to make your blood move fast. And here too," she went on, rubbing and massaging the back of Norma's neck. "You see how good it feels. You must not forget to remove wetness from this part."
Her face, now, was only a few inches from Norma's, and the slightly nervous woman could see clearly the fine texture of the dark skin and the deep brown eyes with long black lashes of Gena's face.
Norma felt a sudden, irresistible rush of…passion sweep through her from Gena's competent touch and great beauty.
How can a…witch be so beautiful! she thought. Then she reproached herself. If she really was a witch, she could make herself as beautiful as she wanted.
Could she, too, make me feel so…horny as I am now?
Gena now moved her rubbing hands down to and around Norma's sides and stomach. As she closed with Norma's belly, the exotic woman slowly looked up, directly into Norma's eyes.
"How old are you, if you do not mind my asking?" Gena inquired quietly and suddenly with a friendly expression.
"Well, let's just say I'm past thirty," Norma answered.
"You are still a beautiful woman," Gena commented warmly. Her eyes now were riveted to Norma's. She brought the towel behind Norma's neck again, and now gently rubbed, gradually bringing it forward and pressing Norma's cheeks with it.
"You must rub all, everywhere," she whispered. Norma felt a hot flush as she looked into Gena's eyes, unable to avoid the piercing glance that seemed to transfix her.
"Here too," Gena urged, bringing the towel down between the robe, and gently pressing under Norma's large full udders. A drop trickled between them, and Norma panted heavily. She couldn't tell whether it was a drop of rain or sweat.
Her arousal jumped a notch. Where was it coming from? she asked herself. But the passion relentlessly grew, making her question moot. Gena's holding of her…admittedly big breasts just made her feel…better.
A warm glow inundated her, and, without having to look down, Norma knew her nipples had swelled into rock hard, nearly inch long jutting erection as Gena's potent, assertive hands kneaded her jugs.
Norma realized that Gena must feel her aroused nipples digging insistently into the woman's hands through the towel!
She shouldn't let Gena…hold her like this!
But the alcohol…or something else, was having its effects on her. Norma started to turn away, drowsy and a bit confused by the vodka…or something else.
"No," Gena insisted, firmly but gently. "You must rub all over." And she continued to press her fingers through the soft towel and into Norma's heavy breasts, hefting them, measuring their weight, their mature mass.
Norma, her eyes still fixed upon Gena's face, leaned back a little, somewhat nervously, but obviously feeling warm and good. There was nothing like a massage and a good drink next to a glowing fire to make you feel better. She smiled at Gena whose exotic eyes continued to stare sensuously back at her.
In a rapidly forming daze, she reminded herself lazily that she had to keep control…just maybe not right now.
"You are very nice, you are beautiful ..." Gena whispered again, bringing her face closer, eyes moving about Norma's face.
Then Norma felt Gena's full, red lips press against her own!
Norma gasped as Gena's lips tried to encompass her own. "N-no!" she gasped, bringing her hands up against Gena's shoulders.
She tried pushing back against the aggressive woman, gasping, "No, p-please, I…" She succeeded only in momentarily halting her advance.
Norma's dissent broke off abruptly when Gena dropped the tit draping towel and cupped her hands under the woman's totally exposed, jutting, meaty melons.
A searing, irresistible bolt of passion passed through both their bodies, obliterating all modest, controlled, civilized thought, decorum, conduct. As her fingers dug luxuriously into the firm, full boobs of the struggling housemother, the lesbian recognized in the woman's squirming responses Norma's need for lustful, abandoned love making…no, fucking. Since Norma's struggles were so ineffective, Gena confidently advanced her assault.
Norma now finally realized the full extent of Gena's aims. Of what she really was: an aggressive lesbian! She gasped raggedly, eyes wide open now in lewd shock. But her gaze was still fixed by her assailant's leer.
And she was so hot! She was starting to enjoy Gena's advances!
She struggled desperately to remove herself from Gena's assault, but the tenacious lesbian's knowledgeable hands first slapped away Norma's interfering hands and then found the hard nipples projecting out before Norma's swollen, throbbing udders. With Gena's hot lips now kissing and sucking at her neck and under her ear, the woman shuddered helplessly, her struggles degenerating into impotency. Norma now could no longer deny the realization of her situation, for her body was responding, not to her commands, but excitedly to the lesbian's advances.
And something told her that it was too late to stop her.
Norma's own desires, too, had become inflamed. It had started, really, when she had entered the house. The warm fire that made everything seem more beautiful, the strong drink, and the incredible beauty of this exotic woman was too much, and had weakened any resistance she might have had.
Norma gasped more loudly and winced when Gena's fingers closed upon the housewife's erect nipples–and twisted firmly and expertly.
"No!" Norma whimpered. "No, p-please! I don't w-want t-t-this!"
Gena chuckled softly as she gently but inexorably pulled Norma by her elongated nipples and swollen suck sacks out of the chair. As Norma, shaking her head but otherwise not resisting, fell forward her robe slid off her shoulders.
She was now voluptuously exposed, sweaty wet and naked, before the leering dyke.
Norma could no longer deny that now both women's breaths were now becoming heavier and stronger.
The lesbian firmly but gently forced her new lesbian lover upon her back on the warm, furry rug. She hovered over the squirming woman like a predator feeding on a freshly caught victim.
Gena's kisses trailed back around Norma's ear and across her cheek, finally finding her waiting lips
Flat on her back, her robe fully flung open and apart, Norma's head was swirling. To Gena's aggression the voluptuous housewife could manage only to utter a soft, "No, please, no."
But Gena's searching, aggressive lips would not be denied.
"Yes, darling, it's good darling," Gena repeated as her full lips expertly sucked the corners of Norma's mouth. She was relentless, kissing, sucking and licking at the muttering mouth until Norma, unable to stand the teasing tingling-ness any longer, opened them and allowed the aggressive lips to enter.
Norma's breaths came in rapid shudders now, and suddenly she gave a smothered moan as Gena's aggressive tongue plunged into her mouth, flickering and exploring every crevice.
"Oh, Gena," she cried weakly, immediately after the lesbian withdrew her tongue and ended the kiss.
But Gena was not stopping. Hardly! Now Norma felt the lesbian trailing her mouth down the housewife's neck and relentlessly below, kissing, sucking, lapping as she went.
"Oh yes, darling," Gena breathily husked, looking wide eyed and hungrily at Norma's up-thrusting, full suck sacks. "These are so nice, these big, good to suck, breasts."
Her siphoning lips now found the huge ripe mounds, and the experienced lesbian's tongue began lapping the wide hard nipples–around, on, and all around again, lashing them relentlessly and mercilessly.
As Norma writhed, head raised and eyes wide and white in terror, or extreme arousal, over what Gena was turning her into, the housewife's nipples obediently swelled and erected for the triumphant dyke. Soon her nipples were as long, hard, and fiery red as she had ever seen them.
Finally, with a boastful cry from the dominating lesbian, began the sucking, sucking, sucking...
Norma whispered, she wailed. She put her arm across her face, desperately trying to efface what was happening to her, and how she was reacting to it. But she could not resist the almost painful bliss that the lesbian's tongue created in her underused nipples and boobs. With great self-loathing she tried to break the spell, and escape.
Her hips heaved, trying to dislodge the nursing lesbian.
Gena stopped her by planting her hand potently upon Norma's smooth, heaving belly. Pressing down dominately, she pushed the whimpering, desperate woman's big, round, working ass buns back down into the deep, plush carpet.
"Oh, God, Gena, please…stop…I…can't…" Norma wailed, head tossing, hips and thighs squirming upon the carpet. The lesbian's hand massaged and dug luxuriously into the woman's broad belly, immediately above her furry pubic mound.
But Gena's kisses, the tall, sultry woman's aggressive pawing of her belly, brought her pleasure she had not known for a long time, or ever. Gena had sparked a deep need that, perhaps, she never knew she possessed. A crude primitive urge within her told her she liked what Gena was doing, craved what Gena was offering, almost desperately wanted to be taken by this dark mysterious woman she barely knew.
And Brittany wanted to spend the night with this woman!
But she had never felt so…randy! She desperately hoped that the lesbian would not leave her in this torrid, obsessed condition!
Now that the woman's jutting tits were hard nippled and shiny with the lesbian's saliva, Gena's kisses were trailing down, passing softly over Norma's gently rounded belly, while the omnipotent hand held her down. Relentlessly the lesbian's lips and hand closed in on the seat of Norma's lust.
Norma, in-spite of her desire to maintain the fiction of her resistance to immoral lesbian advances, a very happy smile unconsciously crossed her face as Gena relentlessly closed in on her boiling pussy.
"Oh, God! No ... please no," she wailed loudly and somewhat shamefully in her mind's last desperate plea for respectability. But Gena's mouth was already passing through the thick forest atop Norma's sex mound, and, with awful finality, the lips settled on Norma's tender and already spread thighs.
"Good, darling," Gena murmured, gently kissing first the one and then the other of Norma's inner thighs. They obediently spread immediately for her. "Spread for me! Good, wide open! I want you wide open–for me!"
Norma did not…no longer could…stop her. The first contact of those hot lips on her thighs sent her into a torrid and sticky sweet madness she could no longer control. And the insanity only grew worse, more urgent, as Gena's kisses came ever nearer to her twitching untrimmed feminine crease, her formerly sharp and loud "no's" slowly but relentlessly changed to gasping, mumbling "yes's…".
Recognizing her victory with Norma's lesbian submission, Gena chuckled more loudly while brazenly and quickly crawling around Norma's spreading legs and between her wide spread thighs. Her head poised between Norma's thighs and right over her loins.
Gena waited for Norma to raise her sweaty head to look at the lesbian over her wet, swollen tits with their, now, stiff, hard, fiery red nipples. Once their eyes met, Gena's head dropped.
"Oh, Gena, darling!" Norma cried loudly as she felt Gena's hot mouth plunge into her sugary pussy. The housewife's swollen, expanded, and floppy labia wrapped around the cunt sucker's eager mouth. Gena literally crawled into Norma's twat.
Gena was now in full control. She had Norma exactly where she wanted. With her practiced hands, she gently but firmly spread Norma's thighs wide apart until her knees were even with her hips. The smirking dyke then drove her mouth deeper into the woman's hairy, sloppy fuck pit.
Gena's hands then came under Norma's wide buttocks, and Norma felt the long slim fingers and polished nails dig possessively into her round, smooth cheeks. She winced and felt another sharp twitch of pleasure race through her lower body as her hips were lifted high by Gena's powerful, possessive butt grip.
Lifting Norma's flaming pink womanhood irresistibly up to Gena's hungry, sex feeding mouth.
First the lingus lapped at the Sorority housemother's external sex parts, parting and spreading out the floppy, sloppy pink labia, then licking over the opening to the now wide open fuck hole. Norma, her sweaty face tossing back and forth, felt the tongue continue to lap at her.
And continued to willingly keep her legs spread well apart…for the lesbian's access to her!
With her powerful, muscular tongue the lesbian suddenly invaded the cunt before her. Far into her, spreading and arousing her pussy mercilessly, the lesbian penetrated.
With the first violation Norma loudly gasped, then moaned humiliatingly under the continuing lingual violation. Gena's tongue was as long and thick as her former husband's cock–no, thicker! It drove irresistibly into her, as deeply as a man could. Her fuck tube spread willingly for the incredibly thick and muscular tool.
Remarkably she felt the powerful tip of Gena's tongue stroke across her cervix!
That did it! She had no one before who had ever been able to go that deep in her belly!
Wailing in defeat, Norma knew that she could nothing, wanted to do nothing that would stop the lesbian from expertly and relentlessly sending her higher and higher toward a level of total abandoned lust. She was going to make Norma a lesbian bottom, whether Norma wanted it or not!
Worse, Norman knew that she could deny the woman nothing, now.
"Oh Gena, darling," she whined, unable to hold back her frenzied sexual passions. With lust magnified strength she gripped Gena's head and sleek black hair between her thighs.
"Yes, dear . . . yes," she found herself babbling, gawking and nodding with a stupid grin at the pussy feeding lesbian. "I like that very much."
It was impossible for her daughter's sorority housemother to resist any longer the raw lust the lesbian was masterfully provoking within her. S he looked down at the dark exotic woman, a witch no less, working her over, and her face, all hot and sweaty, smiled in lewd consent. She knew the truth now. She liked, even craved this kind of lovemaking. Yes, this was what she wanted. To be kissed, licked, sucked into a mad sexual frenzy by another woman.
"Yes, it's good, do it, honey," she muttered uncontrollably, head falling back and again tossing. She felt the dominate woman grip her already widely spread thighs and open them even farther apart and up towards her head until her knees were alongside her quivering, hard nippled tits.
Her dripping wet, fiery red pussy was tilted up towards the triumphant dyke's face, completely open and accessible to the lesbian and her omnipotent tongue.
And Gena continued doing exactly what Norma wanted…no, needed. Her tongue was running all along and around the edges of Norma's bloated, pink cuntlips. She flickered and teased the pouty lips expertly, until they retracted and expanded spasmodically, making the hot twat seem as if it begged to be entered. But the master tongue would not fully go in yet, but instead, worked its way to the upper nook of the turgid crack, lapping and teasing as it want, and finally finding the snatch's wet swollen clit.
Norma moaned…a long, low, desperate moan…as she felt Gena's mouth cover her bulging clitoris. Panting wildly, her swollen tits and dripping belly heaving and sucking in opposite timing, sweat poured down her body. Her hands maniacally gripping tightly the rug, she felt herself quickly and inexorably rising to final tongue-fucked ecstasy.
Gena's tongue mercilessly lashed Norma's distended clit furiously until it stood out wet, erect, and unhooded, just like a man's prick. The lesbian raised her head to admire her handiwork, studying carefully Norma's swollen, one inch long prick. Satisfied, she then went down quickly and shoved her broad thick tongue deeply into the hairy cunt as far in as it could go.
To the housewife's cervix.
"Yes, yes, good, good ...', Norma yelped, as she felt the long tongue plunge into her liquidly snatch. It was very good, just heavenly, she thought, her mind now fully in a cloud of pure lust. The tongue felt so determined, so aggressively sweet, so long! She never imagined a tongue could be used so expertly. Gena was pushing it in and out like a probing tool, pressing it up and against the fiery clit as she shoved it in and out. And Norma felt every bit of the mad pleasure which the tongue gave her, every inch of her flesh, every fiber of her body tingling and twitching, being driven toward the sexual explosion this torrid mouth fucking promised.
Her hot juices were now flowing freely down upon and into Gena's greedy mouth. Norma felt herself lost in the throes of wantonness. She felt herself transformed, transfigured, no longer just a mother, certainly no longer a lady, but a blind raving sexual animal. She was turned on as she had never before been. She wanted and craved nothing but raw sex…more and more of it.
Suddenly she partially sat up and reached out to clutch for Gena's long bronze legs. Her torrid, sexually possessed mind suddenly inflamed with yet another new, not yet experienced, sexual adventure.
The experienced Gena comprehended immediately that Norma, like so many frustrated housewives and naive coeds before her, had been so expertly 'worked up' that Norma too now wanted to taste, to kiss…to suck hot pussy.
For the first time.
Just like her daughter would!
With a totally evil chuckle, the lesbian, grinning like the proverbial Cheshire car, rotated her body back around, bringing her bronzed, completely tanned, perfectly smooth muscled and rounded ass towards the whimpering, sweaty face of the totally aroused "lady." She placed herself quickly in a sixty-nine position, her red lipped, hairy cunt and wet buns directly over the woman's face.
So that Norma could reach the prize.
Norma's eyes were bleary, her face contorted. "Ah ...yes, yes ..." she muttered as Gena spread her thighs, dropping her cunt towards Norma's face.
Immediately the housewife began kissing back and forth the dark softness of the lesbian's thighs. When she felt Gena's curly and bristling pubic hair brushing against her nose, Norma lewdly, without further consideration, pushed her mouth right into the black thicket of pubic hair. Brazenly using two fingers, she spread Gena's floppy, bright crimson cuntlips, unleashing a pungent fragrance which she sniffed avidly, and which sharpened her need to suck.
Norma had never lapped or sucked a woman's cunt, had never even considered it, and held back for an instant.
But the lesbian expected the hesitation in a lesbian neophyte and was prepared.
Norma wailed up to the cunt inches from her nose as Gena pulled the woman's full buttocks far apart and dropped her face into Norma's twat and ass crack. Aggressively she drove her tongue to its full length into the housewife's completely open and prepared fuck hole while her chin crushed and ground down Norma's furiously erect clit.
Now the combination of the black curly genitals before her, the swelling cuntlips, the torrid lust of the moment, and Gena's overwhelming tongue/chin fuck, overcame all reticence utterly, and with mad abandon she plunged her mouth into the sweet moistness of Gena's cunt.
They both together began a furious sucking now.
Norma thrust her own tongue as far up into Gena as she could. It thrilled her to her core when Gena's cunt gripped her tongue.
Gena, too, fucked the housewife's fuck tube with her tongue, making Norma's wide hips squirm uncontrollably.
Norma, her unpracticed tongue straining to penetrate and fill the lesbian's cunt, withdrew and began lashing and lapping up and down Gena's genitals, from her alarmingly large clit, down between her flapping, very long labia, to her tight, mysterious and musky ass crack. Within another moment her tongue could feel the length and thickness of Gena's powerful, potent clit.
It had to be two inches long and as thick as Norma's thumb!
Now both women were sucking, lapping, whipping each other up. Ass cracks soaked with pussy juice and saliva, clits maximally swollen, throbbing on the verge of orgasm, fuck holes spasming open and closed, they were completely out of it, completely overcome by the sex and raw lust that Gena thought she had started.
When the horrible arousal from the Demon below was probably the main culprit in the downfall of the (formerly) respectable Norma.
The fire in the fireplace was roaring, the room was covered by a warm orange glow, while in the middle of the room, on the floor, on the carpet, the two women abandoned themselves to their most secret and obscene needs: Mouths sucking furiously on each other's clits, tongues violating violently each other's snatches, their love-juices flowing freely into desperately swallowing throats, their arms and legs writhing in ecstasy, exploring freely every private part of their partner's body not reachable by their mouths.
Norma whimpered and wailed, feeling the aggressive, triumphant dyke atop her drive even deeper, more intimately into her underused genitals. Her legs where pulled back until her knees were pressing alongside her rock hard, swollen nipples. Her genitals were totally displayed to the all conquering lesbian.
Normal screamed hysterically into hairy pussy wrapped around her face when Gena's tongue plunged deeper into her than any other object had ever had, breaching her very womb! The lesbian's nose goosed her deeply.
Norma's scream was effectively smothered by Gena's full buns covering her own face. Then she felt Gena move down her face, and the big, thick clit slid into Norma's mouth.
She felt Gena pull her cunt stuffing tongue out of her, then wrap her lips about Norma's smaller, but maximally stiff clit.
Norma's thighs quivered when the dyke began sucking, strongly and rhythmically.
At last Norma felt herself reaching the final lewd peak of joy under the lesbian's expert clit sucking, and she reciprocated upon Gena's button. By the short sharp twitching of Gena's puss, she felt that her working on her sex-mate was, too, driving her to bliss.
"Now, darling, suck it, suck it," Gena demanded, as she began strongly to draw on Norma's love button. Norma responded obediently, pursing her active lips and sucking vigorously, trying to take into her mouth as much of Gena's feminine monster as she could.
"That's it, suck it, suck it good," Gena lewdly yelled, and seized Norma's button between her teeth.
Norma felt those teeth grind her clit between them.
Unable to withstand the stimulation, with a bolting upward jerk, Norma let loose wildly. She carefully bit down on the lesbian's prick, and instantly Gena's big, powerful ass crashed down upon her face, grinding away as she came strongly and sharply in a series of unrestrained rabid quakes.
Norma moaned, yelled, and cried as she came and came…helplessly and uncontrolled. Gena released her grip on Norma's s ass and thighs and convulsed herself violently, her breathing loud and heavy.
For what seemed like hours the two women writhed and screamed in consummate bliss.
Then, entirely spent, utterly exhausted, they lay quietly, faces still pressed into each other's loins, trying to regain their breaths. They lay, eyes fixed upon each other's soaked and inflamed twats. Norma, gazing dreamily between Gena's deep ass crack, contemplated the warm orange hue of the room, the smoldering embers of the fire. A soothing washing ebb and flow seemed to spread over Norma's body, her eyes slowly closing, her relaxed mind still enjoying the moment-now peaceful, her entire being deliciously satiated of the…animal needs so long ignored, so long repressed. With a blissful smile, she rested her head on Gena's thigh.
Suddenly her eyes popped open with realization.
What had she done!?
Norma jumped up, quickly threw on the robe, and rushed to the bathroom. Her mind appeared to snap back to reality as she looked into the mirror, observing the person she found there.
What had she done? How could she do such a…perverted thing?!
Putting on her clothes quickly, she tried not to think of the implications of her actions. But the strangeness of the apartment, and the immediacy of the affair, brought a blush to her face and body, a shameful awareness that she couldn't suppress. It was all too obvious what she had done. It was all too clear what kind of woman Gena was.
Was she too?
No, it couldn't be, she thought, it couldn't be. Things like this couldn't happen so suddenly, so easily, to a woman already in her thirties.
Yet, deep down, there still was the horniness of earlier. Even what she went through had not seemed to satisfy her…bitch-dog heat!
What was happening to her?!
She quickly walked out of the bathroom, desperately trying to conceal her shaken emotions, trying to appear, ironically, as if nothing had happened.
She made for the front door, not even looking at the blatantly smirking lesbian.
"That certainly is a beautiful fire," she remarked smartly, stopping a second to but glance at the fireplace, "but I really must be going. I have to get dinner ready for the sorority by six." She grabbed her purse which lay on the sofa, and started for the door. Gena followed her with a sultry, mysterious saunter, her silky robe trailing along the floor.
"You shall come back soon?" Gena inquired in a sexy whisper, closing in on the woman trying to open the door. She knew what the answer eventually would be. Once she had sex with a woman, and the woman reciprocated, she had the pussy hooked.
She'd be back!
"Well, I don't know. I'm really so busy," Norma responded, gingerly trying to avoid any display of emotion, or to look at the sultry, dark woman.
"Come tomorrow at eight," Gena demanded, her exotic eyes piercing Norma's feeble attempts to avoid her stare. Suddenly Norma's gaze was captured, fixed, by the smirking lesbian's.
"Really ... I'm very busy," Norma answered weakly, stepping back until her back was against the front door. But before she could finish, Gena had again taken her in her arms, and was giving her a long soulful kiss. Norma gasped and felt a new thumping rise in her heart, Gena's luscious lips immediately beginning to reawaken that mysterious, cursed horniness. She knew she had to get away before it started again, before she was again wrestling in lewd nakedness on the floor with…under the dominate lesbian.
"You will come tomorrow," Gena husked, nose to nose with the again sweating, panting housewife.
Desperately, Norma pushed her away and rushed out the door and down the street.
Strangely, the formerly furious rain had completely stopped.
Kari reached the top of the stairs just in time to see Norma bury her face in Gena's pussy and scream out her first lesbian orgasm. Instantly Kari realized that she had come at a wrong moment. Immediately she retraced her steps.
She didn't talk to the still grinning Succubus on her way to the open basement window. But her thighs were dripping with her unwanted lust when she finally got away from it and the building.
She had better report what she had seen to those Nuns before anything else entered that basement!
Constance moved to the side of the door just as Maria was stepping through. The Demon was holding the Crux in one hand and she was openly admiring it with a big grin of triumph.
Constance shuddered as she saw that the Demon was dramatically powered up. "No doubt from the Crux," she thought as she gathered her own energy.
Then, "Stop!" the novitiate Nun barked.
Maria stopped and turned to Constance. She was no longer smiling.
Then she switched the Crux to her left hand…
"And you are?" she softly replied, her voice, though subdued, almost gentle, carried all the evil and power of Hell itself.
"I am Sister Constance of the Sisters of Divine Protection!" Constance answered in the loudest, most forceful voice she could manage. That relentless horniness, now that she was facing Maria and her Aura, jumped a notch. "And I am here to stop you from taking the Crux de Diabolos!"
Maria now smiled. "A voyeur, eh? You saw what I did to that Human slut inside? You want some of that?"
Suddenly Constance saw the front of Maria's dark blue pleated skirt bulge ominously. Visions of herself, pinned to a chair under the Demon, getting her soul…fucked out of her, crossed her mental vision.
She screwed up her courage. "I will stop you!" She couldn't call up an angel, yet, but there were weapons she could use. But first of all she produced her own Aura, a defensive one. It wasn't very strong, she knew.
She fervently prayed that the Demon couldn't tell how flimsy it was!
Maria's eyes widened a bit. "So, you can tap into magick! Around here, in this hotbed of weak, wet females? They don't teach that here. I am impressed!" She closed one eye. "Are you sure you're Human? You certainly smell like a Human pussy!"
"Drop the Crux and step away!" Constance replied. She was concentrating on gathering all her magick power into one blow. It was her only chance…
Maria's arrogant smirk was fully back. "Make me!" she replied.
Immediately Constance pointed her right hand at the Demon and exclaimed "Excurro fatum ultio!" And a brilliant white, lightning-like bolt exploded from her extended index finger.
It struck true, right between the Demon's jutting tits.
And immediately dissipated into Maria's Aura.
Constance felt doom come crushing in on her.
"Nice try!" Maria said softly, taking a step towards Constance. "But you are way over your head, little girl!"
Constance immediately agreed with the monster approaching her. And the closer Maria came, the stronger her Aura affected her.
She was soaked…down there!
Maria stopped some ten feet from the petrified Nun. Then she flicked her right hand at her.
"AAAHHH! No!" Constance cried, bending over as the most wicked and powerful…pleasure exploded in her belly and loins. She desperately fought with herself not to clutch her drenched and throbbing groin, but failed. Both her hands flew between her thighs and pressed into her enflamed vagina, sending more wickedly delicious waves of pleasure through her.
The cast had stripped away her own Aura like it was tissue paper!
She looked up at the smirking Demon with true terror on her young face.
"That's right, little girl! You need to be taught a lesson for peeping in while I enjoy another Human cunt! And to remind you to respect your superiors!"
Then Maria's monstrous cock flipped up, tossing the front of her skirt against the Demon's belly and flicking up a foot long, thumb thick, coiled strand of precum right across Constance's face!
From ten feet away!
Constance gawked. Part of her remembered what that…thing had done to Dean Windsor, and terror swept through her…
And part of her remembered what that thing had done to Dean Windsor and desire…need for unholy impalement swept through her!
"But you should be in the proper position to properly service me!" Maria added, then flicked her hand again.
With a screech Constance was flung backwards until she struck the outside wall of the old brick building.
There she stuck, spread eagled, eyes wide in horror as Maria again advanced on her.
"Not good enough, little girl!" Maria chuckled and flicked that hand again.
And Constance felt her legs seized by invisible but overwhelmingly powerful hands and lifted up until her feet were even with her spread hands. She closed her eyes in humiliation. Her soaked white cotton panties were completely exposed!
Maria chuckled and stopped about five feet from the stuck to the wall Nun. "My, my! With an ass like you have, My Dear, you shouldn't wear panties!"
Constance felt her underwear rip away from her hips. Popping open her eyes, she saw the shreds of white cloth slowly settle to the ground.
Then she looked at Maria…at Maria's impossibly long, brutally wide, and mountain rock hard cock pointing directly at her totally exposed and presented loins! As she stared open-mouth at it a long, thumb thick strand of coiled,worm-like precum drooled slowly out of the inch long slit at the tip. It hung, swaying gently, at least a foot long, for a nerve rattling moment before breaking loose to fall upon the grass below.
Constance could hear the heavy jelly like stuff meet the ground!
Closing her eyes in impending ruination, she heard the monster step towards her.
"Do not worry, Human. In about two minutes from now you will be a new woman…addicted to part of me! A rather large part of me! Of course, that presupposes that you will still have a mind!"
Then Constance cried out when she felt a red hot, swollen taut, sponge-like tapered mass press between her labia and directly into her virgin vagina. Beside herself, desperately she tried not to notice how…good it felt!
But it did feel oh so good! The most enchantingly blissful sensation of her life!
All she could do was shake her head desperately as the blistering cockhead pressed into her vaginal opening.
Suddenly there was a 'swoosh' and Maria actually screeched! Popping open her eyes, Constance saw the Demon stepping rapidly backwards, away from her!
Then she saw the Angel, wings fully extended with a rarely observed frown on its cherub face, tearing after the retreated beast. When it swooped by Maria's head, the Angel slapped the Demon's left hand and immediately the Crux was dropped!
So terrified was Maria that she didn't even stop to pick it back up, but turned and ran away just as fast as she could.
Then Constance was falling down the wall to land, unceremoniously, on her bare butt.
Than Sister Chastity was standing over her, concern on her face! "I came as fast as I could, Constance!" Then she threw the front of Constance's skirt down over her exposed loins. "Are you alright?"
Constance nodded as she shakily got to her feet. Sister Chastity picked up the Crux and returned.
"You shouldn't have challenged the Demon! It was much too powerful! Only an Angel could have defeated her!"
"But I had to stop her!" Constance croaked, leaning against the wall.
"Perhaps," Chastity replied. "But we must get the Crux to a Vatican Safe House! We will do that first thing in the morning! But we need to guard it tonight, so let's go back to our apartment and prepare."
"Prepare for what?"
"If I know my Demons, Maria will make another attempt to get this tonight! We must be prepared!"
Constance nodded. Then she pointed her thumb towards the Dean's office. "What about Dean Windsor?"
"She will have to take care of herself," Chastity replied. "Don't worry, once she takes a shower, she'll be okay. Except for being addicted to Demon Cock, that is! We must hurry before Maria comes back!"
Absinth could hardly contain herself as the Succubus, Aphrodite, rose up through the basement floor right in the middle of the glowing pentagram.
"Sister!" she exclaimed, stepping up to her imprisoned fellow Succubus. "What have you gotten yourself into?!" She touched the barrier and pulled her hand quickly back with the first sparks. Like her trapped sister, with her height she nearly touched the ceiling, and in other ways was built like Absinth: Human captivatingly voluptuous, mind distractingly lustful, and utterly merciless with her victims.
Like her sister she, too, could produce a woman breaking near 20 inch clit!
She raised her nose into the air. "Can you smell it, sister? The Crux! It is so close! I must obtain it!"
"Get me out of this first!" Absinth hissed.
Aphrodite looked over her shoulder at her sister, and grinned. "Get yourself out! It isn't very strong, you should be capable of doing that! After-all, you were the one who got trapped! It will be dark soon. I will do what your were supposed to do and get the Crux! I assume that a witch lives here?"
Absinth nodded dejectedly.
"I trust you can handle one Human witch?"
Absinth hissed like a snake, "Once I get out of here!"
"Good!" the Succubus said, She stepped up to the window that Kari had used. "Well, this will be a tight squeeze, but not as tight as these young Humans around here! I hope they are good and tight! I'm tired of the stretched out pussies back in Hell! Well, see you later, Sister!"
Absinth just stood there behind the barrier, looking miserable. Then she produced her eighteen inch long clit and, absentmindedly, began jacking it.
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