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Story Codes: Teen male/Teen female, Teen male/Teen females, Teen males/Teen female, Female/Teen female, Magic, Reluctance, Cheating, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Public Sex

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Note: Thanks to b0b for being my beta reader.

Saturday, January 17th

Kyle couldn’t help but admire how beautiful Christy was as she slept curled up next to him. He had finally made love to his girlfriend last night, and she had been as lithe and eager as Aaliyah and Fatima had been. Would Fumi be as good?

In the last few days, since he had freed Aaliyah from her lamp, Kyle had found himself in love with not just his girlfriend, but the sexy Genie, his sister, and Fumi, a girl he had met once. But she was so gorgeous. His thoughts drifted to the graceful beauty of Fumi, with her long, blue-black hair that framed her porcelain, pale-olive face.

He felt his cock stirring. Thanks to a wish he had made with Aaliyah, his cock always seemed ready to fuck. Christy shifted, rolling over, letting out the cutest sigh. He rubbed his cock against her ass, tempted to wake her up and see if she was up for another go. But he didn’t have the heart to disturb her sleep.

I wish there was some girl I could fuck, he thought, sighing, and tried to ignore his erection.

*Done!*

Aaliyah appeared in bed, her naked body pressing against his back. Her breasts were full, and her were nipples hard as they rubbed against him. She nuzzled against his neck and cheek, her breath was hot and her lips wet as they nibbled on his ear.

“I’m ready for you, my love,” she purred.

“Make sure Christy doesn’t notice you,” Kyle told her, rolling over. He didn’t think his girlfriend would like finding another girl in her bed fucking her boyfriend, even if Christy seemed to be okay with sharing him with Chyna, his sex slave. I still don’t know who cast the spell on Chyna.

“She’ll sleep through it,” Aaliyah grinned, her eyebrows arching.

The mystery of Chyna could wait—he had a lithe, beautiful Genie to pleasure. Aaliyah’s lips were sweet as he kissed her, and his hands found her tits, enjoying their soft plumpness. She was gorgeous, with dusky skin, more brown than Kyle’s dark olive, with sultry eyes and thick lashes. The Genie’s hands traced the muscles of Kyle’s chest, melting into her husband’s kiss.

He wrapped his arms around her, and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. Her body was light as she lay on his chest, her legs spreading to straddle his waist; his cock nudged into the warm wetness between her thighs.

“How was she?” Aaliyah purred in his ear, rubbing her slick pussy against his cock.

“Amazing,” Kyle answered. “As great as you and my sister.”

The Genie beamed. “Good. I want all your women to keep you satisfied. And did you make her scream your name?”

It was Kyle’s turn to grin, proud of how hard he had made Christy cum. “We made each other howl!”

“Then it’s my turn!”

The Genie’s hand reached beneath her, grasping his cock and guiding it to the entrances of her pussy. She pushed back, sliding him inside her. She was tight and warm and spongy wet. Kyle moaned, lifting his hips to thrust his cock deeper inside her. She rocked on him, her tits sliding across his chest as she writhed.

“Fuck, Aaliyah! Jesus, that’s good!”

“How about when I do this?”

She added a roll to her hips, a sexy twist that sent his cock nudging new parts inside her. “Holy shit! Keep doing that! I love it!”

“Do you love me?” his wife asked.

“Yes, yes!” he moaned. “I love you!”

She rose up, her round breasts topped with dark nipples that jiggled and bounced as she rode him. Christy’s bedsprings creaked, the bed rocking. Christy rolled over and fear spiked through Kyle. Shit. Aaliyah’s power didn’t work! Kyle braced himself for his girlfriend’s eruption.

Instead, she hugged him, her small breasts rubbing against his chest. She murmured something, laying her head on his chest, and seemed to fall back asleep. Kyle relaxed, kissed her forehead, and held his sleeping girlfriend as his wife rode his cock and moaned like a banshee.

“Oh, Kyle! Your cock’s driving me wild!”

His right arm cradled Christy, so Kyle reached with his left and pinched Aaliyah’s nipple. She gasped, bucking harder on him. “You like that?” he asked.

“Oh, yes!”

He pinched and pulled, her cunt tightening on his cock, then she yelled his name at the top of her lungs. Christy kept right on sleeping as the Genie screamed her passion, Aaliyah’s cunt spasming about his cock as she climaxed, doing amazing things to his dick.

Her chest heaved; her hips slowed. “Umm, that was wonderful, husband.”

Kyle enjoyed her slow strokes. It was almost agony as her cunt rose up and down on his cock. The pleasure grew and grew; his hips twitched, then drove his cock upwards into her sheath as she came down. She gasped, her clit grinding into his groin.

“Keep doing that and I’m going to flood your pussy,” Kyle grunted.

She grinned, a sultry hunger burning in her dark eyes. He hugged Christy tighter, her warm body pressed against him, a hard, pink nipple topping a pale breast lying on his chest. He pinched it, and she shifted, squirming in her sleep. He could feel her pussy grow hot and damp, pressing against his hip.

“Kyle,” Christy sighed, eyes rapidly moving beneath her eyelids.

He grinned. She’s having a sex dream about me.

Her hips rubbed harder, smearing her tangy juices on his thigh. He could smell both women’s arousal—Christy’s tang and Aaliyah’s spice. A flood of wetness smeared his hip and his girlfriend shuddered, cumming in her sleep.

“Fuck!” Kyle groaned. his balls ready to burst. “Aaliyah!”

He flooded her cunt, his entire body tensing as he flooded her depths. He gasped for air, pulling his wife down and kissing her lush lips. She slid to his left, never breaking their kiss, and curled up against him, sandwiching Kyle between both teens. He held them both, two of his four loves. The pleasure bled out of his body, leaving behind exhaustion.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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Christy woke up, a warm body next to hers. Kyle’s. She hugged him, enjoying the warmth of her boyfriend’s solid form. Last night had been magical. Her boyfriend had been an attentive lover. She’d heard horror stories of other girl’s first times, complaining of the pain and the guy lasting just a minute before cumming. And once the boy got his rocks off, he was uninterested in returning the favor.

Not Kyle. He made me scream his name, she thought with a fond smile.

She sat up, stretching. And blinked. Did I just see another girl sleeping in my bed? She rubbed her eyes. No, there was no-one sleeping on the other side of Kyle. I guess I wasn’t fully awake.

Her sheets had pulled back and her boyfriends half-hard cock rising out of a forest of dark-brown, curly hair. She smiled, admiring his muscular body. He had the lean build of a runner—toned, but not the overdeveloped muscles of a bodybuilder. She stroked his abs, her fingers moving down to toy with his pubic hair. Then she grasped his cock, fascinated by it. Long, smooth, with a wrinkled, mushroom-shaped head that leaked a clear liquid as it hardened beneath her strokes.

She leaned down and sucked it into her mouth. She tasted something faint. Pussy juices, but spicier than hers, like he had just fucked another woman. But, no, he was with me all night. How could another woman’s juices be on his cock? Mine must have grown spicier as they dried.

She bobbed her head, looking up at his face, eager to see his expression when he woke up.

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The warm, wet suction drew Kyle from his dream.

“Christy,” he moaned, opening his eyes and seeing her curly, brown hair and hazel eyes.

She grinned around his cock.

“What an eager girl,” giggled Aaliyah, waking up beside him. “She’s perfect. When will you introduce us?”

“Monday!” groaned Kyle.

“What’s Monday?” frowned Christy, his cock popping out of her mouth.

“Monday?” Kyle asked, mind whirling. “Oh, there’s someone I want you to meet. I don’t know why it popped into my head right now.”

“Oh, okay.” Her warm mouth engulfed him.

“God, that feels great,” he groaned. “I love you so much.”

“I think you’re going to love me more in a moment,” she promised. “I think you’re ready.”

“For what?”

“There’s a bottle of lube in my nightstand drawer.” She took a deep breath as he opened it. “I want you to take all my firsts. You were my first blowjob and I want you to be the first to fuck me in the ass.”

His smile exploded across his lips. “You’re right, I do love you more now!”

“So I read about this,” she smiled, laying on her stomach, sliding a pillow beneath her, and raising up her pale ass. He grinned as she wiggled her lush rump in excitement. “Lube your cock and then use your fingers to lube my ass.”

The lube was cherry flavored and slightly pink. And cold. He slathered it on his cock, almost losing his hard-on, but her ass was too inviting to soften now. He squeezed a generous gob on his finger, then spread her butt-cheeks. Her asshole was cute, brown, and he couldn’t help kissing it.

“Ohh, that was nice,” Christy purred.

“I love this girl,” Aaliyah smiled. She was sitting on the bed, her legs spread and Christy’s face almost in her snatch. His girlfriend was still unaware of Aaliyah’s presence. It was so hot watching the sexy Genie masturbating inches from her unknowing lips. “She’s made to be our wife.”

Kyle grinned back, then worked some lube into her ass. He kissed her ass, tasting sour mixed with sweet cherry, and shoved his tongue inside. Christy tensed and gasped, then relaxed as he tongued her. He alternated tonguing and fingering her, until he could easily work two fingers in and out of her. His cock ached; he could wait no longer.

“Fuck her ass!” purred Aaliyah.

“Fuck my ass!” begged Christy.

Kyle chuckled. “It’s such a beautiful ass. I’m powerless to resist it!”

He guided his lubed cock to her hole. He pushed, her asshole resisting. She groaned as he popped inside. He slowly worked himself all the way in, her breathing coming in short, ragged pants punctuated with gasps.

“Oh, fuck!” Christy cursed. “That’s different!”

“You feel wonderful,” Kyle whispered in her ear, slowly pumping in and out of her. “So tight.”

“You have no idea how big you feel!” she moaned. “But it feels kinda nice.”

Aaliyah’s fingers danced across her slit, one hand pinching her clit, while the other pumped fingers in and out of her pink hole. He watched her masturbation, pumping faster and faster into his girlfriend’s ass.

“Oh, Kyle!” moaned Christy.

“Make her scream!” gasped Aaliyah.

The bedsprings creaked and groaned as he fucked her harder and faster. Her ass was tight and oh-so-hot. Christy gasped every time he bottomed out in her, writhing her hips. She moaned his name, her cries growing louder and louder.

“Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!” Aaliyah screamed, her full tits heaving and juices erupted from her cunt, squirting into Christy’s face. His girlfriend didn’t seen to notice the pussy juices dripping from her face.

“Kyle! Harder! Gonna cum!” Christy moaned.

“So am I!” Kyle gasped. “Your ass feels amazing!”

“Cum with me!” she begged. “I’m so close! You’re driving my clit into the pillow! Harder! Harder!”

He pounded her ass as hard as he could, the entire bed shaking. His balls, slapping against her cunt, tightened, ready to erupt. He gritted his teeth, fighting off the urge. He slammed into her ass once, twice, and then she came. Her ass squeezed down on his cock, so hard, the friction as he drove into her driving him wild with ecstasy.

“Shit!” he grunted and then unloaded in her.

He buried into her, holding her tight as they trembled in passion together, sharing this moment of bliss. Kyle collapsed on his girlfriend, holding her and nuzzling her neck. She turned her head and they kissed, her lips spicy with Aaliyah’s passion.

“Wow,” Kyle breathed.

“Uh-huh,” she gasped. Both too drained to speak. They just held each other.

Aaliyah vanished, and the two teens cuddled, dozing in each other’s arms. They would have spent the entire day in there, but someone banged on the door, yelling breakfast. They both tensed in panic, but then Kyle remembered his wish, and relaxed. So did Christy. He was surprised by that, then remembered what she had done last night She ‘prayed’ to that goddess. Christy had gotten into Wiccan a few months back, worshiping Hecate, and now and seemed to think she could cast spells.

What if she could? Someone had cast that spell on Chyna? He gave a dismissive chuckle at the thought of Christy casting a spell. She couldn’t be the one since she isn’t pleased with how Chyna acts around me. It has to be someone that wanted to break us up. Only one name popped into his head: Braiden. The asshole who used to his friend until he had made a pass at Christy.

Kyle decided to keep a watch out for Braiden.

“I guess you got to go,” Christy sighed.

“Yeah, I have some training to do today.”

“At the dojo?” Christy frowned.

“No, no. A, um, friend is coming over to spar.”

She kissed him. “Well, have fun. I love you.” A second kiss. “Umm, I love you so much.” A third kiss, full of heat.

“C’mon, Christy!” her mother yelled.

“Coming, Mom!” she shouted in annoyance.

“I love you, too,” he told her.

Kyle sneaked out as Christy walked into the kitchen and loudly spoke with her parents. Kyle walked a few blocks down the street to where his car waited and drove home. He found Fatima getting her pussy licked by Aaliyah, his Genie wife tied up and her ass red and freshly spanked.

“What’s this?” Kyle asked.

“She didn’t bring me with her,” his little sister pouted. “So I had to punish her.”

“It was so bad of me!” Aaliyah moaned, then dived back into his sister’s pussy.

A smile broadened Fatima’s beautiful face, lust shining in her almond-shaped eyes. “So how was your date? Did you make her scream?”

Kyle related the entire date as his sister straddled him and rode him cowgirl style. She fucked him hard, her pussy on fire, and she screamed his name before they were finished, collapsing on his chest. Satisfied, Fatima finally untied Aaliyah.

“So you wanted to train me?” Kyle asked.

“Yes,” the Genie nodded, yellow silks sprang around her naked body. “The back yard should do. I was sent to fulfill an alliance with the Mortal who could defeat the Marids and free the Djinn.”

“Right.” A bit of fear bubbled inside him. “And that’s me?” How can I save the Djinn?

“Yes. So I was sent with weapons. You need to learn to use them.” She shifted, taking a deep breath. “Something is searching for me. I need you to make a wish, husband.”

He looked at her in concern. “What kind?”

“Wish for your home to be protected.” Her eyes fixed on him. “My homunculi killed a familiar.”

“A what?”

“An animal that is under the control of a witch or sorcerer. It was searching for something and stank of foul magic. It was dispatched, but next time, the familiar may get away and report back to its master.”

“I wish my home to be protected.”

Relief flashed across Aaliyah’s face. “Done.”

“So what is this threat?”

“I know not. Magic is not an area I’ve studied. It could be a mortal servant of the Marids. They had spies in my father’s court and…well, my lamp was misplaced on my journey. That is why you need to train. To protect your family.”

Kyle put a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll protect you, Aaliyah.”

“Me, too!” Fatima exclaimed, giving a little jump and whoop. “I know how to fight just as well as our husband.”

Aaliyah smiled and nodded. “Well, let’s get started.”

He gave his mom a hug as they passed in the hallway, then he and his two wives trooped outside. Aaliyah summoned four weapons with the wave of her hand. They were magnificent weapons, all clearly Arabic: an ornate scimitar, the blade inlaid with bright gold; a short spear, the haft and slim spear-point etched with a strange, red metal; a curved dagger, inlaid with a blue metal; and what looked like a recurve horsebow, the limbs inlaid with green metal.

“Choose one, my husband,” Aaliyah purred. “With these you shall free my people from oppression.”

Kyle swallowed, the fear growing. “I’m only seventeen. How am I supposed to do that.”

“You’re a fighter,” she answered. “I can see it in your bearing. The blood of warriors and kings flows through your veins. And you awakened me, proving that you are the one person who can save my people. So please choose your weapon, my husband.”

“And who are these other weapons for?” Fatima asked, eyeing the spear.

“Great warriors that will serve our husband,” Aaliyah answered.

“Men?”

Aaliyah nodded at her wife. “Of course. Who else would be warriors?”

The scimitar drew Kyle’s gaze. I know how to fight with a katana, and I could learn how to fight with the curved sword. He walked over, grasping it in his hand. The sword seemed to come alive in his hand and he could feel its power—the blade was as ancient and implacable as a mountain. It glowed yellow, transforming into molten light. The weight shifted, like the balance of the sword was somehow changing. The hilt morphed in his hand, becoming familiar.

The light died.

He held a beautiful katana in his hand, perfectly balanced and gleaming in the weak, January sunlight peaking through a gap in the gray clouds. He couldn’t help swinging it. This weapon was made for me. A name seemed to rise up in his mind—Earthbones.

“Oh, wow!” Fatima gasped.

Aaliyah nodded in satisfaction. “I am glad you choose that weapon. It is of the Jann, of the earth.”

Fatima walked over to the spear, a grin on her face. She reached for it.

“No!” the Genie yelled. “Only the chosen warrior may handle it.”

His sister grasped the spear, hefting it. The spear turned into fire in his sister’s hands, burning brightly. Aaliyah gasped as the spear lengthened, the point turning into a long, straight blade. The glow faded, and a beautiful yari, a Japanese spear, was in his sister’s hand. She smiled, and then preformed a complicated kata, swinging the spear about and punctuating her thrusts with loud yells. She was so graceful, her black hair dancing about her, fire glinting on the blade’s metal.

“I guess I’m a chosen warrior,” Fatima declared, eyes burning with defiance.

“You are,” Aaliyah blushed darkly. “I forget how…progressive this time is. Progressive, that is the word?”

“Yeah,” Kyle answered.

“I beg your forgiveness, my sister-wife.”

Fatima walked over and gave her a kiss. “Forgiven.”

“Each weapon represents an element,” Aaliyah started to explain. “The sword is earth and…”

“Mine is fire!” Fatima chimed in. “Her name is Fireheart.”

“You should be able to sense the element associated with your weapon around you,” Aaliyah continued. “Listen to the song of your weapon, let it guide your soul. For Kyle, you must command the earth, and Fatima, you must share your passion with the fire.”

The ground beneath his feet felt alive, strong and proud, willing to submit if he had the strength to dominate it.

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Christy trembled as she pulled up at Ms. Franklin’s house. The sun was setting. She had spent her Saturday dreading this moment. She’s going to fuck me now. I made my oath, and now I have no excuses to keep me from submitting. She didn’t regret letting Kyle take her virginity—how could she regret such a wonderful night—but she wasn’t looking forward to Celestite’s appetite.

I made this choice, and I have to live with it. It was worth it to save my mom’s life. But she desperately wished there was a way out. That Kyle could save her from the teacher’s clutches. Then they could live happily ever after.

Clenching her teeth, she walked up to the door. Sable Purcell arrived at the same time. There was a knowing smile on her orange face—Sable used a spray-on tan that looked absolutely horrifying—and lust in her green eyes.

“Hello, Amber,” she purred. “Did you let your boyfriend pluck your cherry last night?”

Amber was Christy’s coven name. It was the color of her aura. Not the most powerful aura—she knew only one person with a diamond aura, her boyfriend—but not the weakest. Tourmaline, Sable’s aura and coven-name, was one step above her own.

“Yes,” Christy answered, unable to suppress her smile as joy bubbled inside her. Then it faded as Ms. Franklin, or Celestite as she was supposed to be called, opened the door for the two teen girls. There was a predatory hunger in the teachers green eyes.

“You’re mine tonight,” she purred, stroking Christy’s face. “I can see your newfound womanhood painted on your face.”

Christy took a deep breath. “I swore my oaths, and am no longer a maiden. By the ancient laws, I submit myself to you, Celestite.”

The teacher captured her lips in a kiss. Christy tried not to squirm and forced herself to kiss the teacher back. Then she was pulled inside. Ms. Franklin slipped off the silk robe she wore, revealing her lush, naked form. Sable and Christy undressed while their coven leader feasted on their nubile figures with her eyes.

“The other’s are all here,” Ms. Franklin purred, pulling Christy to her. The teacher’s hands slid down her side to cup the teen’s perky ass, giving her a good squeeze.

Christy’s heart beat faster and faster as they walked down the stairs. She was going to be fucked by Ms. Franklin’s strap-on. Before she had only had her pussy licked and had to lick out the teacher’s cunt. And while getting her pussy licked was wonderful, and she had grown to like the taste of a girl’s passion, letting the teacher fuck her with the strap-on seemed too much like cheating on Kyle.

But I don’t have a choice. It’s not really cheating if I don’t want to do it, right?

“Don’t be so scared,” the teacher purred in the teen’s ears. “I’ll make you cum far harder than that boyfriend of yours did!”

Christy didn’t think that was possible. Last night had been…magical.

“Summoned, so have I appeared,” first Christy, then Sable, intoned upon reaching the bottom of the stairs. “I fulfill my oaths of fealty to the Coven and present myself naked so you can see the proof of my womanhood.”

The other four members of their coven—Onyx, Garnet, Jade, and Opal—waited in around the seven pointed star inscribed on the floor in white chalk. Christy went to her position, Opal on her right and Sable on her left. Ms. Franklin stepped up to her place.

“The circle is complete,” Ms. Franklin pronounced. “Tonight, we shall attempt a powerful scrying spell. Christy shall be our Oracle.”

The teen swallowed, and stepped obediently into the circle. Opal fetched a black strap-on and assisted the teacher in donning her tool. Christy knelt, presenting herself to be used by the teacher. She shuddered as Ms. Franklin’s hand traced the globe of her ass, then reached between her thighs and pressed into her pussy. To her disgust, warm pleasure tingled through her and her pussy moistened.

I’m sorry, Kyle.

“Great Goddess Hecate, we beseech you!” intoned Ms. Franklin, the tip of her dildo rubbing against the petals of Christy’s pussy, building the sexual energy to power the spell. “Send to us your daughter Prophecy and inhabit this willing vessel.”

Christy swallowed, and intoned, “Come upon me Prophecy, daughter of Hecate, and possess me so that my Circle may see beyond time and space.”

The dildo thrust into Christy. She gasped, pleasure tingling through her. The teacher pulled out so slow, and a low moan escaped her lips. There were ridges on the dildo that ignited every nerve inside her pussy. I’m sorry, Kyle. I’m so sorry for enjoying this!

She hated herself for enjoying the pleasure burning inside her. Christy tossed back her head, moaning like a wanton bitch as the strap-on pumped inside her. Her pussy was on fire with lust. She had never felt so horny in her life. She needed to cum. I’m so sorry! I’m just a dirty whore! I’m so sorry, Kyle! She was thrusting her hips back, her breasts swaying as she fucked Ms. Franklin.

“Make me cum!” she moaned, feeling more disgusted. “Make me cum, Celestite!”

“You’re my whore, aren’t you,” the teacher purred, stroking Christy’s back.

I’m sorry, Kyle! “I’m your whore! Please make me cum!” she screamed. Why am I saying this? Why do I feel so out of control? “I’ll do anything for you! Please let me cum, Celestite!”

“You’re my pretty slave, aren’t you?”

That wonderful dildo kept sawing in and out of her pussy. The fire consumed her thoughts, driving everything from her but a desperate needed to please Celestite and cum. “Yes! Your slave! Let me cum, Mistress!”

“Then you’ll dump that disgusting boy for me?”

Her mouth opened, about to speak, and then she clamped it shut. No! Remember Kyle! Her boyfriend’s face swam in her mind. Something’s wrong. She’s done something to me. A lust spell? Her lust burned so hot, she could barely think. She needed more, and reached between her thighs, thrumming her clit with her fingers.

“If you dump that boy, you can cum,” purred Ms. Franklin.

“No!” she moaned. “No!” I love him!

She frigged her clit faster, imaging it was Kyle fucking her. His loving hands on her back, his wonderful cock pumping in her pussy. Pleasure built and built inside of her, a huge flood that threatened to drown her.

“He cheated on you with Chyna!” Ms. Franklin moaned, fucking her harder. “I saw him!”

A moment of clarity fell on Christy. This is the spell cast on Kyle and Chyna. Ms. Franklin was the bitch that cast the spell on them. She’s the one that tried to destroy our relationship! Oh, goddess, what have I gotten myself into?

“He’s unworthy of you. Your love is wasted on such a brutish man.”

“No! I love him!” she cried out and came.

Prophecy fell upon her.

Her spirit soured out of the house, flying on the black wings of Prophecy. She was above South Hill. Meridian was a ribbon of lights as cars drove north and south, splitting off to go down side streets or pull into the many business that lined the busy boulevard. Houses were lit up by yellow flooding out windows or shining from porches, islands surrounded by dark trees. Prophecy circled the community, flying higher and higher, then saw something.

“A storm of sand billows,” Christy intoned in a flat voice.

Prophecy dived and Christy clutched her black feathers as they rushed towards the mass of whirling sand. It covered maybe a half-mile of residential neighborhoods. The sand stung as Prophecy flew into the storm, tearing at her soul; she hunched into the spirit’s feathers, trying to shield her spirit from the stinging grit. Everything was indistinct in a yellow haze inside the storm. They flew through a neighborhood, the houses shadows. A light burned at a window at the epicenter.

“A gray house sits at the center of the storm.”

Prophecy flew to the window; the sand ripped at her soul and tore black feathers off Prophecy’s wings and tail. They alighted on the window sill, peering into a large room. It seemed too large inside, taking up more space than the actual house appeared to from the outside.

“The Djinn lies in a passionate embrace with a girl. They share ecstasy. The girl is not the Djinn’s master.”

Something scurried on the window sill, a hulking figure made of dust. More scrambled up the siding of the house, their hands shaped into sharp blades that almost gleamed like metal, uncaring eyes fixed on the spirit.

Prophecy fled.

Christy collapsed back into her body. The stone was cold as she quivered. Everyone stared at her, disappointment in their eyes. “Her house is warded,” Christy moaned as she writhed, thrust back into her orgasming body. “I couldn’t see much details. And she has guardians made of dust. She’s powerful.”

“Where?”

“South of the High School,” Christy answered. “I’m not sure. She’s warded an entire half-mile area.”

“Dammit!” snarled Ms. Franklin. Christy flinched in fear; for a moment the teacher’s hair seemed to burn, surrounding her rage-filled face with fire.

“I’m sorry,” she quailed.

Then Ms. Franklin grew calm, her green eyes falling on Christy with hunger. The strap-on slid off her legs, and the teacher walked forward; the teen couldn’t help but notice the juices matting the teacher’s fiery bush. Ms. Franklin reached out, grasping a handful of her hair, then pulled her face into the teacher’s cunt.

“It’s alright,” Ms. Franklin purred. “Make me cum, and all is forgiven, my sweet Amber.”

Christy hated how much she enjoyed the taste of the teacher’s pussy. Her tongue licked out over and over as she buried her face into the teacher’s snatch. Ms. Franklin moaned appreciatively, fucking her cunt across the teen’s face.

“Eat me!” she moaned. “Eat me, slave! Make your mistress cum and all is forgiven!”

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“Where are we going, Unmei-san?” Fumi asked as they walked to his car.

She was dressed conservatively in a teal cardigan, buttoned up, underneath a heavy jacket. Her skirt was a dark maroon, falling to her calves, and she wore a pair black boots. Her hair fell straight down her back, a pair of hair clips pinned above the ears. She had a light, airy perfume, smelling faintly of lilies.

“How about Red Robin?” Kyle asked her. “We’ll have dinner, then there’s this movie playing.”

“What is ‘Red Robin’?”

He explained that to her as he unlocked his car. He could feel Fumi’s mother glaring at him from the window. Clearly, she wasn’t happy with her daughter dating him. Maybe she was offended by his attempts to say good evening in Japanese. Kyle had practiced a little before he left the house, but maybe he mispronounced the phrase.

“So what part of Japan are you from?” he asked as he backed out of the driveway.

“Hokkaido,” she answered.

“Is that near Tokyo?” Kyle only had the vaguest knowledge of Japan, and felt a flush of shame. My family’s from there, you’d think I’d know something?

She shook her head. “It’s the northern island. You are part Japanese, yes?”

“Yeah.” He said, smiling, and explained about his dad’s family immigrating to America in the thirties and his mom’s family fleeing from Iraq in the nineties.

She was shy. Every time he tried to ask her questions about herself, he found himself answering her questions. She seemed to want to know everything about him from his Kendo to his school to what sort of music he liked. She seemed genuinely interested in him, and he found himself opening up more and more.

“Lately things have been crazy,” he said.

“Oh, how?”

“I…” Kyle realized what he was about to say I married a Genie. “I…um…There’s been some remolding at my house. So, my sister and I have been sharing a room.” A memory of making love to his little sister rose in his thoughts, her passionate cries echoing in his head, and he felt his cock harden.

“I see,” she answered, her voice had dropped an octave and had become smoother, sexier. There was crimson flushing her cheeks, and she shifted in the seat. “That sounds…frustrating.”

She licked her lips. I would love to feel those lips about my cock! His nose was filled with her perfume, suddenly so strong, so enticing. He wanted to make love to her right then and now. Just stop his car in the middle of the street and fuck her.

He pulled into the South Hill Mall; the Red Robin shared the Mall’s parking lot. His blood boiled with lust and he almost hit an old man as he navigated through the busy parking lot. Wincing, he drove around the cursing man, and tried to pay more attention—it was Saturday evening and the mall was packed. They couldn’t even park near the Red Robin, so he found a space in front of Sears.

“Unmei-san,” she purred. “Would you like to kiss me?”

He swallowed, surprised by her boldness. “Yes,” he answered, leaning over, drawn to her lips.

They were sweet as honey, and as passionate as a hurricane. Her tongue wiggled into his lips, her hands roaming his body, teasing him like a gentle breeze. His own hands found her cardigan, fumbling to unbutton the teal sweater. He reached inside, feeling her small breast through her white blouse and bra.

She pushed him back. “We have to stop, Unmei-san,” she panted.

“I don’t want to,” he said, and kissed her again.

Kyle wasn’t sure what had come over him, but she smelled so wonderful, tasted so heavenly, he just couldn’t resist her. He had never been so aggressive with a girl before. He barely knew her, and his hands were sliding under her blouse in the busy mall parking lot to feel her tits through her bra. And her hands seemed to roam everywhere on him, stroking his chest, rubbing his bulging crotch, caressing his cheek.

“We must stop!” she moaned between kisses as her hands unzipped his pants.

“Do you want to?” he asked her, his fingers rolling a hard nipple between them. He had pushed the cups of her bra up to get access at her firm tits.

“No!”

His cock was out, and she bent over and sucked him into her mouth. He groaned, stroking her blue-black hair as she bobbed on him. She sucked hard; he groaned. The window’s were fogging up, hiding them from the gazes of the shoppers moving through the parking lot.

“Fumi!” he groaned. “Oh, my god! Your mouth!”

She sucked harder. Her tongue swirled around. He squeezed his eyes shut, squirming in his seat. His balls were boiling over. Fumi knew how to suck cock, doing things with her mouth and tongue none of Kyle’s other lovers ever had. He thrust his hips up once, and shuddered. His pleasure escaped him, erupting into her hungry mouth. She swallowed noisily and shuddered in the seat, moaning around his cock like she had just cum.

Her scent seemed to lessen, no longer filling his nose so vibrantly. Whatever strange lust had come over him had vanished and he could think again. He opened his mouth to apologize, but she caught him off.

“I hope you do not think I am a…slut,” she blushed, licking her lips. “I do not know what came over me.”

“No, no,” he answered. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry for forcing you. I should have stopped.”

“Maybe we both got carried away, Unmei-san” she smiled.

“Kyle,” he said. “I think after blowing me, you can use my first name.”

She blushed again. She was so beautiful when her light-olive cheeks burned with crimson. “Yes, you are right, Kyle-san.”

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I need to be more careful, Fumi berated herself as they walked into the restaurant. I need to take it slow and not let my desires overwhelm me! Drinking his cum had helped. It wasn’t where her body really craved to absorb his seed, but it would tide her over.

The vast majority of men could survive cumming in her mouth. A lot of men could survive cumming in her ass. Only the right man could survive cumming in her pussy. And she was sure that Kyle was that man.

Just like you were so sure of Shiro and Kenji?

Her blood chilled. If I take it slow, I can figure out if he’s the one. “If you find the one,” her mother had said, “you will have to take it slow. Start with blowjobs. The more he gets used to you, the sweeter and sweeter he tastes. Then move on to anal sex. Taste the cum that leaks out. When it’s sweet, he maybe the man who can survive your pussy.”

Fumi envied her mother for finding the one man for her. Guilt still plagued her. She had barely known any better with Shiro, and had let her lust overwhelm her. So with Kenji she had tried to take it slow, but her lust had gotten the better of her, and she had convinced herself that he was ready for her pussy.

There was one more thing Fumi’s mother had told her: “If he’s not one hundred percent Japanese from Hokkaido, then there is no way he’s the one.” Kyle wasn’t fully Japanese, so how could he be the one for her. She ignored that nagging voice in her head

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The date was going far better than Kyle had thought. Fumi turned out to be a far ‘friendlier’ girl than he could imagine. At Red Robin, Kyle found his eyes staring at her tight blouse and it was almost like she could feel his desire, because she leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“Meet me in the bathroom,” she whispered.

He waited a minute, and followed her into the men’s room. A guy was using the urinal, but he didn’t seem to notice a cute, Japanese girl slipping in followed by her horny date. Kyle sat on the toilet and she knelt down and gave him another mind numbing blowjob. She swallowed, but grimaced.

“Something wrong?”

“Just bitter,” she answered. “I hoped it would be a little sweeter.”

“Sorry,” Kyle muttered.

“Don’t be. I needed that.”

“I can return the favor,” Kyle said, reaching out to lift up her skirt.

She blushed again. “Oh, no. I climaxed when you did. I love cum. I guess I get off on it.” She stood up and grabbed Kyle’s face, peering into his eyes. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

She was so different than he first thought. At the dojo she seemed so reserved, as peaceful as a blue sky. Her moods seemed to shift, blowing from lust to amusement to joy to calm at a moment’s noticed. She was as free as the wind.

“Yeah,” Kyle answered. I fell in love with Christy the first time I saw her, and definitely with you.

“I think fate brought us together!” She frowned. “That is the right word, yes. Fate?”

Kyle shrugged. “I guess so.”

She kissed him gently, then turned, and slipped out of the bathroom stall, leaving him a little bemused. She was back at the table, sitting reserved like she had the day he had first met her, eating her burger with small bites. It was almost comical, the burger was huge and she took only little nibbles.

She barely ate half her burger. “The portions are so big,” she complained to the waiter. “But it was very delicious.”

They drove to the movie theater, and saw the very same movie he took Christy to last night. He sat his date in the back corner, hoping to get lucky with her again. Thinking of her blowing him in the crowded theater made his dick hard. Her perfume filled his nose and he wrapped arm around her and found her wet lips.

She couldn’t blow him. There were enough people sitting in the theater that he didn’t want to risk it, so he covered their lap with his jacket, and her tiny hand pumped on his cock. He kissed her harder, and hiked up her skirt. She tried to stop him, until his hand found her panties and rubbed at her wet pussy. Then she sighed into his mouth, and jacked him faster.

Kyle came first, groaning into her lips, his chair creaking as his body spasmed. He kept fingering her pussy as she broke the kiss and pulled up her hands. In the fast changing light from the screen, he could see his cum glinting on her hands. She licked her hands clean, shuddered and sighed as soft as a spring breeze.

She really loves cum, Kyle thought as her pussy spasmed on his probing fingers. He pulled his hand up, and she smiled as he licked her sweet juices off his hand.

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His cum still tasted bitter after the second time Fumi jacked her date off. She sighed. It took weeks for Shiro’s cum to taste sweet. Did his ever taste this bitter? It was hard to remember. She had sucked so many guys off, their flavors all blended together after a while.

Kyle nuzzled her neck, licking her ear. He was still so horny. It was fanning her own lusts, and that made her pheromones affect him even worse. A normal guy should be done for hours after how many times Kyle had cum tonight.

He was as solid as a rock, at least his cock seemed to be. “I need more,” he whispered, a pleading catch in his voice. “You’re just so irresistible, Fumi.”

The movie was a mistake. There was no-one sitting near enough to them, and the darkness made them feel all alone and intimate.

“Please.” He kissed her. “You’re so beautiful and…I love you.”

She stiffened.

“I fell in love with you the moment I saw you at the dojo,” he whispered in her ear. “That’s how I knew that there was love at first sight.”

His fingers slid up her skirt. She squeezed her eyes shut as he teased her pussy. “Yes,” she moaned. “I love you, too.”

“I don’t care that we’re in a theater. I want to fuck you right here.”

“Yes!” No! You can’t! He’s not ready! The warning voice shook off the fog of her lust as his hands tugged her panties down. “Not my pussy. My ass.”

“Fine!”

She turned onto her side, facing away from him. He folded up the arm rest, his crotch pressing against her ass. His jacket still lay across her lap, hiding them as he hiked up her skirt. It was awkward, uncomfortable even, but they were both too horny to care.

His cock poked her naked ass, smearing precum as it searched for her anus. She gasped, his cock pushing past the ring of her sphincter. He slid easily in her. Unlike a human female, her ass lubed itself. Not as copious as her pussy, but enough to let him pump inside her without causing pain. And when he rubbed his cock inside her; she let out a throaty moan. His dick feels delicious inside me.

I bet it would feel amazing in my pussy!

He pumped faster, breathing in her ear. Fumi closed her eyes, fighting the urge to pop his cock out of her ass and let him slam it home in her pussy. Remember Kenji! Kyle’s not ready!

“I love you,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re so wonderful!”

She smiled. He must be the one! He loves me! He doesn’t think I’m a slut!

A shadow loomed over her. She gasped as someone sat down next to her. “Hey, Kyle.”

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Fumi’s ass felt like wet silk as he pumped inside her. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. There were people just a few seats away as he pumped inside her ass. But she was just so intoxicating, he couldn’t resist her. He felt like he could have done something to make those people not care, but it was so hard to think about anything but fucking Fumi.

“Hey, Kyle.”

He froze for a moment, seeing a figure sitting beside Fumi. She was leaning over, her face practically in his lap as Kyle fucked her ass. He recognized that face. His former friend—Braiden. They had been great friends once, but not long after he began dating Christy, his supposed friend had made a pass at her.

“Where did you find this slut?” Braiden asked, stroking her hair.

Kyle didn’t know what to say. His hips began pumping; Fumi’s ass was too inviting to stop.

“Christy is going to be so heartbroken.”

Kyle wanted to deck his former, smug friend.

“Who?” panted Fumi.

“His girlfriend. Poor girl doesn’t know what a cheating, sack of shit her boyfriend is. It would be a shame if she found out.”

That almost halted Kyle’s hips. Almost. Maybe Christy was fine with Chyna, but would she be fine with him taking a girl out on a date? And what about Fumi? She’s going to be pissed to find out he already has a girlfriend.

“I’ll tell you what, Kyle. If you have your whore suck my cock, I won’t tell Christy. For old time sake.”

“You asshole!” Kyle groaned, unable to stop fucking Fumi’s ass.

He snorted. “You’re the one still fucking the whore.” He caressed Fumi’s face. “She sure looks pretty. How about it, slut? Suck my cock to bail your fuck-buddy out of trouble.”

“Sure.”

Kyle was stunned. She sounded eager. Fumi bent down and deftly pulled out Braiden’s cock, and sucked it into her mouth. Her ass tightened on his cock as she noisily sucked. He couldn’t believe this was happening. What type of girl did I fall in love with? Or is Braiden the one that cast the spell on Chyna? Did he just cast one on Fumi?

Aaliyah. I wish to know if Fumi is under any spells?

*None. Why do you ask, my husband?*

Tell you later. It was getting harder to concentrate with Fumi’s bowels wrapped around his cock.

*Have fun. Fatima and I send out love.*

“Fuck. She is a slut! Where did you find her?” Braiden asked. “You got to hook me up with her number. I would love to give this slut a good time. She seems to love my big cock.”

“Shut up!” Kyle hissed.

“That’s eight inches of man you’re sucking slut! I can’t wait to bust a nut in your mouth.” Braiden chuckled. “She’s sucking harder. The little whore loves cum!”

It was exciting watching Fumi—a girl he was in love with—sucking another guy’s cock and getting degraded by him. He fucked her harder, driving her face onto Braiden’s cock. His asshole, former friend gripped Fumi’s head, forcing her mouth to bob up and down on his cock. He gave a grunt, and he could hear the Japanese girl swallowing his cum.

Her ass convulsed around his cock. The taste of cum seemed to trigger her orgasms. Her velvety, tight hole massaged his cock. His balls were boiling. She had another man’s cum in her mouth. He couldn’t hold back, and slammed into her and released his built up passion. He shook, body convulsing in pleasure, a muffled grunt escaping his lips.

“What a slut!” Braiden giggled as Fumi sat up, looking back at him. He could see the cum glistening on her lips.

Oh, fuck! Christy’s going to learn about Fumi, and Fumi knows about Christy! Panic filled Kyle. He had to get out of there. It was too much. He was going to lose two of his loves. He stood up. Shit, shit, shit!

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Kyle fled from her. She’d shown just how much she needs cum, and he’d rejected her. Why wouldn’t he? We were on a date and I just blew another guy. Why can’t I control myself?

“Too bad he left,” the guy she just blew said, trying to put his arm around her. “Guess we can have some more fun…”

Fumi slapped him. “Like I’d want anything more to do with you!” she hissed. “Baka yarou!” Her body itched with disgust at letting the asshole touch her.

Then she chased after Kyle. She had to explain to him, make him understand that she loved him. She just had to have cum. Kenji had understood, and she felt Kyle might as well. He has to understand! I just know he’s the one for me!

She found him outside the building, leaning against the wall. He was breathing heavily, eyes closed. She took a deep breath. “Kyle?”

He flinched, opening his eyes. “I’m sorry, Fumi. I’m such a piece of shit.”

“What?” she asked. “I was going to apologize for my behavior.”

He blinked. “You’re not mad?”

“About what?” She was confused. He didn’t seem angry at all about her behavior.

“I have a girlfriend.”

“Oh.” She had been too preoccupied with the cock in her mouth and the one in her ass to pay attention to the disgusting words the stranger had uttered. A girlfriend? Well, I can hardly be angry about that. “Perhaps, we should wait to have another date until you break up with her.”

“I love her.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck. I love you both.”

He was cracking, a strong rock slowly stressed by the heat and cold until fractures spread across his face. “You love her? And me?”

“Yeah. What type of terrible person am I?”

“I don’t think you’re terrible,” Fumi told him, reaching out to touch his chest, above his heart. “You seem to have a generous heart.”

He seemed to relax.

“I understand,” she continued. “I have my…appetites. I’m addicted to cum. One man could never be enough. That doesn’t mean I don’t love you, and I certainly do not love the other men. But if you can accept that, I can accept sharing you.”

He looked at her. “It was kinda exciting,” he admitted. “Watching you. And Christy seems to be fine with sharing me. We’ve had a threesome before. Maybe…”

“Oh, well, I’m not interested in women,” Fumi answered. “But, I guess, for you I could…”

“Well, he’s probably going to tell Christy, and that might be the end of us.”

She hugged him. “Maybe not. I did make him cum. I’m sure he’ll keep his word.”

“Maybe,” Kyle smiled, but it seemed sad, resigned.

“I had a lot of fun tonight,” Fumi smiled. “When can we have a second date?”

“Sure.” He thought for a moment. “Tomorrow?”

She sighed. “No. There is something at my father’s work.”

“Wednesday?”

“Not sooner?” she asked.

Kyle shook his head. “No. I don’t think so. Christy and I study at my house on Mondays, and Tuesday is training at the dojo.”

“Sounds good.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I should be getting home. My mother worries.”

He laughed. “She doesn’t seem to like me.”

“No. She’s…protective.”

He kissed her, and that got her heart racing. She could feel his lust growing, and her body reacted, producing the pheromone that made men desire her. She broke the kiss, and headed for his car before anything happened.

Every time they stopped at a light, Kyle’s hands were on her. Rubbing her thighs, her breasts, her face. She was going to have to blow him when they arrived at her house. Her body ached for cum. Even the cum he shot in her ass only held off her true hunger. Maybe it was good that he has another woman. If he stays so horny, it would be best for him to have another release for his libido until he is ready for my pussy.

The moment he pulled into her driveway, she was pulling his cock out and sucked his cock into her mouth. He tasted wonderful! She wanted his cock inside her pussy, she sucked harder and harder. He groaned, then he pushed her mouth off his cock.

“I need your pussy!” he groaned.

Oh no! Fear pumped like ice through her veins as she realized their date had went on too long, her desire for him was too great. He had been around her too much, soaking in her pheromones.

He opened the car door, racing around. His dark-olive face twisted with passion and his dark, Asian eyes were almost black; his pupils were fully dilated. “I need you!” he groaned, his voice thick.

“No!” she shouted.

He ripped open her door and pulled her out roughly. Her pussy wept juices as he manhandled her. She felt so weak, so helpless, and he was so strong—excitement burned inside her. He reached under her skirt and ripped her panties down.

“We can’t!” she protested, even as she pulled him to her and spread her legs. This is what she needed. “Fuck my ass! Please!”

“No!” he roared; his voice rough, gravelly. “I need to be in you!”

She gasped, shuddered, and came as he entered her pussy. He’s not ready! a voice screamed inside her. She fucked her hips against him, not caring. She needed his cum as badly as he needed to be in her. Nothing else mattered but satisfying her appetite.

She didn’t even care that he would die when he came in her. She was too lost to her hungers.

To be continued…

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