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Story Codes: Female Masturbation, Female/Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Sex Toy, Virgin, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Hot Wife, Cheating, Supernatural

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Cassandra “Cassie” Smythe

My eyes squeezed shut as I rubbed at my cunt. I diddled my snatch, so glad to have the locker room alone. I rubbed my fingers around my bud in slow circles. My toes flexed. I was a freshman at a conservative Christian college.

A freshman and a lesbian.

I whimpered as I rubbed my clit. It always turned me on to see the other girls in PE. In their gym shorts and tank tops, and the changing room… Sports bras flying off to free-bouncing breasts. Girls bending over as they pushed off panties to reveal trimmed bushes and tight asses. It was too much.

I rubbed my clit, whimpering as I diddled myself. My uptight mother insisted I go to this college, and Dad was a pussy and rolled over for her. She ran the house and wore the pants, never mind our church not allowing women to lead in worship service.

I pictured the cuties. Virginia with her pale skin. White girls made me so wet. The Asian Asuka with her pale-olive hue also turned me on. Asians were just as sexy. Heather the brunette. Kimmie the blonde with her braces. That would be so hot to have her eat my pussy. Not that I ever had a girl eat my pussy.

Nor had I ever eaten pussy.

Even Mary Bakker. She wasn’t in my PE class. She was the preacher’s daughter at the local church I attended and on the cheer squad. She had a free scholarship here because of him. I would love to eat her out. It would be so hot.

“Yes!” I whimpered as I pictured eating her cunt. I would lick at her snatch. Just tongue her with passion. “Oh, that’s it!”

I came.

With a squeal of delight, my orgasm swept through me. I threw back my head, the hot water spraying down on me. My boobs jiggled. I shuddered as the water spilled down my mocha-brown body. My curly-black hair matted around my body.

I groaned through such delight. My toes curled beneath the spray. It was just so good. I wished I could do things with a real girl, but you had to sign a pledge to be straight to attend this school. I was lying by being here.

I lied when I said was a Christian—I was a witch, though my parents had no idea—and when I said I was straight. I only wanted pussy. I ached to have my first time. I wanted to make love to all the girls. I saw a spell, but…

It would be so wrong to cast it. Just so wrong.

I pictured the gorgeous and blonde Mary Bakker feasting on my cunt. Her big boobs jiggled as she ate me. I would drown her with my passion. I shuddered my fingers rubbing at my virgin flesh. I hit the peak of my delight.

“Oh, yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing!”
I quivered there, my heart pounding in my chest. I could just float away. I felt so good. So

amazing. A big smile spread on my lips. I felt wonderful. I turned off the shower spray and reached for my towel when a commotion happened.

“Ooh, I want to shower off,” said a girl.

Who was here?

Figures were entering. I peeked out of the shower to see Mary Bakker in her cheer outfit, her green-and-red pleated skirts swirling. She had a green, sleeveless top on with a red robin on the front and Mountain Christian University in the same hue. Following her was Megan Stepherson, a redhead with the cutest freckles. She was petite, unlike the busty and curvy Mary.

Behind them came the other members of the squad. Charlotte, who was African-American like me, though with darker skin; a gorgeous Hispanic cutie named Rosalina with her brown hair in a ponytail; Jerri, an adorable brunette; and another blonde named Donna.

This was my chance to spy on them.

I bit my lip, water dripping off my naked body as they headed for their lockers. There were plenty of them. It was so exciting knowing they were going to be getting naked. Already, Mary was pulling off her top, revealing her big tits held in her sports bra.

“So, are you all going to the lock-in?” asked Mary Bakker. The young adult group at the church, for the college-aged boys and girls, held lock-ins. They would fellowship, watch movies, and eat pizza all night long. It was a slumber party with responsible supervision to make sure that nothing bad happened.

“Yep!” said Megan as she dropped her skirt. She was down to her bra and panties. I bit my lip. This was so exciting.

“I might,” said Donna as she removed her bra. Her round boobs appeared. I licked my lips as I peered at her through the gap in the shower stall.

“I think so,” Rosalita said, stepping out of her panties revealing a trimmed bush. She turned around and pulled off her panties, showing off her bubbly butt.

“I hope you all make it,” Mary said, her sports bra coming off. Her big, soft tits spilled out. They were the biggest breasts I had ever seen naked. Well, outside of watching porn. They were so soft and swayed as she moved. It was so hot to watch them jiggle with her every movement. She wiggled out of her panties next, which really made her tits bounce.

My pussy clenched. I was in heaven here.

“Yes, please come,” Megan said, naked now. She wrapped a towel around her.

The others were doing that, but not Mary. She just threw a towel over her shoulder and sauntered toward the shower, the others watching. I stared at her, my eyes so wide as her tits jiggled. The towel fell between her two breasts. She swayed her hips, her blonde bush neatly trimmed. She laughed at something Charlotte said.

Then the preacher’s daughter shot a glance at my stall. “Is someone in there?”

I gasped and stepped back, my heart racing. The White girl’s footsteps marched up to the stall. I cringed as she ripped it open and revealed me naked and quivering in there, my nipples hard. I didn’t know what to say.

“Were you spying on us?” she demanded, her arms crossed before her.

“Is that Cassie Smythe?” asked Megan. “She’s in my intelligent design class.”

“I heard she was a dyke,” said Rosalita, a sneer on her lips as she peered past Megan.

“You are a dyke,” hissed Mary. “Look at you. Dripping wet. You were staring at my tits. I felt you looking at me. You were thinking about us, weren’t you? In here fingering your clam while imagining you were… were… doing lezzie things to us!” The preacher’s daughter glared at me, her cheeks bright red, her blue eyes burning.

“I was just showering,” I said. “I was about to leave when you walked in.”

“And you just hid in here instead of coming out?” Mary asked.

“Sus,” said Charlotte.

“Super sus,” added Donna, the blonde nodding in agreement. “She was spying on us. So gross.”

“You were just thinking about doing lezzie things to us,” Mary said, her boobs bouncing with her indignation. “Just… just… imagining you were kneeling on the floor and eating my… my… my yahoo! You want to eat my yahoo, don’t you?”

“I… I…” My gaze flicked down to her blonde bush before I shot my eyes up. My cheeks burned. If I was as pale as her, they would be flaming red. “Of course not! I’m not gay!”

“She just stared at your nethers!” gasped Megan. “She looked at you. She was totally checking you out. Oh, my gosh, she really is gay!”

“Dirty dyke!” hissed Megan. “You want to eat my yahoo! Just want to eat my cookie! Well, well… You disgusting slut, do it!”

“What?” I gasped as she grabbed a fistful of my black hair and shoved me to my knees.

“Do it!” she said. “You want to eat my cookie, so do it, you dirty dyke!”

She yanked my face into her bush. I gasped as her curls rubbed against my face along with her wet pussy lips. Tears stung my eyes as I found myself… licking her. My tongue stroked through her folds as she gasped in shock.

“Eww, gross, she’s really licking me,” gasped Mary as she ground her snatch on me. Her curls tickled my face. “She’s just a filthy dyke! A pussy-licking lesbian! Oh, Lord, she’s sinning so much by tonguing my pussy. Just sinning!”

I trembled, licking her pussy. I couldn’t stop myself even as the tears burned down my cheeks. The others were snickering, staring down at me with such hatred in their eyes. I trembled as my tongue stroked through her folds. She tasted so good. So sweet. So delicious.

“Cunt-munching dyke!” hissed Rosalita. “¡Puta!”

“Lezzie whore!” Charlotte said. “I can’t believe any Black girl would eat pussy. You’re better than that! It’s what crazy White bitches do!”

“Yeah! You’re at a Christian school, and you’re eating cunt!” huffed Donna. “That’s so gross. You signed a pledge!”

“She’s Lucifer’s lezzie slut!” moaned Mary, her big boobs jiggling as I ate her. “Oh, my, she’s licking at my virgin yoohoo. She’s just tonguing me. Oh, she likes this so much. Right?”

She pushed my face tighter into her pussy. I snorkeled in her snatch, her silky curls rubbing on my face. I whimpered as I licked up and down her slit, gathering her sweet cream. More tears spilled down my cheeks. This was so humiliating.

This was my first time? This? It was supposed to be beautiful. Supposed to be with a lesbian, not an intolerant cunt making me eat her cunt. She shuddered on me as I licked at her snatch. I tongued her pussy with hunger. I couldn’t stop it.

“Gosh, she loves it,” Mary moaned. “She’s swirling her tongue up and down my slit. Oh, she wants to make me cum!”

“Lezzie whore!” moaned Megan, her voice throaty.

“Oh, my!” gasped Mary. “Oh, wow! She’s doing such nasty things to me. She’s just enjoying herself so much!”

“She is,” hissed Rosalita. “I feel so dirty just watching this. Ugh!”

The other girls were squirming as I tongued the preacher’s daughter’s twat. I licked and lapped at that hot pussy. I stroked through her folds. It was just so wicked to devour her even as those humiliating words made me feel so low.

Like I was disgusting for wanting to do this. My pussy burned, though. I wanted to rub myself as the preacher’s daughter ground her sweet snatch on my lips. Her curls caressed my face. I whimpered as I licked at her with such frantic need.

I stroked my tongue along her slit. It was so good to lick at her like this. I stroked her with all that I had. It was just so wild to do this. My tongue flicked through her folds as the insults heaped on me. Dyke. Muff-diver. Pussy-pleaser. Cream-rag.

“Yes, yes, you’re going to drown in my cream, you dirty whore!” moaned Mary. “You’re going to make me cum, you filthy slut! Oh, yes, yes, that’s what you want! You want to make me dirty like you, but I’m a Christian. I’m not damned like you are!”

“Doomed to eat dyke cunts in Hell!” Rosalita squealed. “¡Puta!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Charlotte said. “You pussy-pleasing slut! You love cunt!”

“Cunt-muncher!” Megan blurted out and gasped like she was shocked she said something so dirty.
The tears spilled down my cheeks as I tongued Mary’s clit. I wanted her to drown me. As much as I hated her and her friends, I couldn’t stop myself. I was possessed. Like I wasn’t good for anything but doing this.

I stroked my tongue around that bud. I licked it as I shook. I suckled hard on the preacher’s daughter’s clit. She gasped, her boobs jiggling over me. She held me tight to her pussy and cried out in ecstasy.

“Dirty dyke!”

Her voice echoed through the locker room as her sweet cream gushed out of her tasty cunt. She drowned me in her passion, her breasts heaving over my head. I licked at her, eating her twat with a feverish need.

I hated her even as I loved her pussy. I stroked my tongue through her folds, brushing her hymen. Her cream ran over my chin and down my throat. My boobs quivered as the White girl drowned me in her pussy cream.

She gushed so much as she moaned out, “Dirty dyke!”

Mary gasped and released me. She stumbled back, Megan catching her. Holding her. Mary panted, her face flushed. Her tits rose and fell as I trembled there, my cunt on fire. Pussy cream dripped down my chin. It was so good to feel that.

I licked my lips, savoring that delight.

“Look at that whore!” Rosalita said, pointing. “She did love it. So gross.”

“Yeah, anyone else want to give this whore what she wants?” Mary asked, her blue eyes burning.
“N-no,” Megan said. “That’s just what the little lesbian wants. She wants to eat all our womanly bits. We can’t let her revel in hers in her sin.”

“Right, right,” said Mary. She grabbed me by the hair and yanked me to my feet. She drew me down the locker room. I followed her, wincing. She reached the doors and pushed me forward. I gasped as she opened it and kicked me up. “We’ll throw out your clothes, dyke! Don’t let us ever catch you in here!”

I sobbed as my clothes flew out a few moments later. My panties stuck to my face. My jeans, bra, t-shirt, shoes, and socks lay spilled across the floor. My purse and backpack came out a few moments later. The cheerleaders were all laughing at me.

I boiled with anger and humiliation. I loved it and hated it all at the same time. Mary Bakker… I wanted to claw out her eyes and make her eat my pussy. I wanted to smother her face in my cunt and make her lick me clean.

I dressed and thought about the spell. That spell that I had not wanted to cast. It was wrong. Black magic. The evil sort to summon that sort of spirits, but… I shoved my legs into my jeans one after the other and yanked them up, my boobs jiggling.

Dressed, I fled.

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Mary Bakker

“I can’t believe you really did that,” Megan, my BFF, said as I fell down on my bed. We were in my room after cheer practice. My mom was downstairs baking cookies. “You made her… eat you out.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled her down on the bed beside me. We both wore skirts—only loose and lewd girls of the world wore pants; Cassie wore pants—and thigh-high stockings. Mom always insisted a proper woman wore nylons. I liked thigh-highs over full pantyhose.

“It doesn’t make me gay,” I said, my hand sliding beneath my friend’s skirt. “Just like when we finger each other’s yoohoos. Just helping us control our urges and staying pure for marriage. She was the gay one for enjoying it.”

“Well…” my friend said as my hand found her panties. I rubbed at her slit through the satiny material. “I mean… that’s true.”

I shuddered and casually said, “I mean, it wouldn’t even be gay for us to eat each other’s pussies. Because it would just be to keep us pure. It’s not like we like girls. We like boys. We’re going to get married and have lots of babies.”

“Of course,” said Megan, her eyes wide. “You want to… I mean…” She looked frightened. “No, no, that’s too far.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I said, feeling a tad disappointed. Having that dyke lick my cunt had been the best thing I had ever felt. “Mmm, I have a date with Billy tonight. I really need another cum to make sure I don’t slip up.”

“Oh, sure,” she said. “Let’s finger each other.”

“Thank you!” I said, sliding my finger up and down her slit.

I pushed my finger through her leg hole and found the folds of her pussy. She was wet and excited. She slid her hand up between my thighs. I shuddered as she did that. It felt so good to have her caressing me. I wished she would eat me out or let me eat her out—just so we could be sure we didn’t slip up and have sex before marriage, of course.

I was no dyke.

She reached my panties and slid up the front of them. She pushed her hand into the waistband and slid through my bush to find my wet folds. She rubbed at me. I rubbed at her. It felt so good to touch her like that. I trembled as we rubbed each other.

We stroked each other’s clits, diddling each other. I stared into Megan’s green eyes. She smiled at me, whimpering as I rubbed her pearl. I polished that little nub as she stroked mine. It was so good to do this with each other.

She licked her lips.

I wanted to kiss her so badly. Just to practice for when we were married, of course.

Married to Billy. I wanted to be his wife so badly. We would have such beautiful children. His mom was so beautiful. I shuddered as I pictured her wavy-brown hair and plump lips. I bet she was so good at kissing Billy’s dad.

“Should we… practice kissing,” I whimpered as I rubbed Megan’s clit.

“Okay,” she said with such breathy excitement. “We have to be ready to please our husbands.”

“Yes,” I whimpered and leaned closer to her.

Our lips came closer and closer to touching. Then we melted together. I groaned, my tongue thrusting into her mouth. I flicked around in her mouth. She kissed me back. It was so hot to make out with her and diddle her cunt.

We would not slip up and have sex before marriage. We would be good, Christian girls.

Our tongues danced together as our lips worked. My eighteen-year-old body burned with delight as I diddled her. She rubbed at my clit with such passion. It was so hot kissing her. I whimpered, my orgasm building and building.

I would have such a great cum. Megan was such an amazing best friend.

We moaned into each other’s lips as we made out. Our tongues danced together. It was so hot to do that. I was so glad to share this with her. I stroked her with my tongue. She played with mine. It was just wild. I was so glad for this.

She whimpered into my lips as I rubbed her clit as fast as I could. Her fingers danced over my bud. Pleasure sparked through me. I couldn’t take much more of this. It was so much fun practicing kissing with her.

I broke the kiss and moaned, “Megan!”

“Mary! Mary!” she cried out. “Yes!”

We came together.

Our bodies shuddered as my pussy convulsed. Her cream soaked my digits as the waves of delight washed through me. I trembled through such heat, my juices drenching her fingers. The heat swept through me. It was so amazing to have all that delight burning through me.

I groaned through the bliss, savoring that wonderful heat. She whimpered. I groaned. It was so glorious. We reached that wonderful peak together. I shuddered as I descended from that height, a great hum buzzing through my body.

“Oh, that’s so good,” I purred.

A knock rapped on the door. “Girls,” my mom said, “I made cookies.”

“Thanks, Mom,” I said as I pulled my hand out from beneath my friend’s skirt. I licked my fingers clean, savoring the tangy flavor of her pussy. “Ooh, I needed that, Megan. I know I’ll be able to resist Billy on our date.”

“That’s great!” she said, wiping her fingers off on her skirt. “Shall we study?”

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Cassandra “Cassie” Smythe

I slammed the door behind me as I entered my dorm room. I had one all to myself. I threw my bag and purse down on the bed. I was glad I had one all to myself. I darted to my closet and pulled out the key to my chest. I thrust the key into the lock on the steamer trunk. I opened it up. My pink vibrator lay on top. I had never used it to take my cherry, but I had rubbed it against my cunt.

Beneath it were my magic books.

I pulled out one that read, “Dark Rites & Black Spirits.”

I shuddered. I should have gotten rid of it, but when I found the collection of magic books in Old Mrs. Milner’s attic after she passed away, I had to keep them. The old spinster, a staple at our church, had all these books in her attic.

And a crystal dildo. That was in the trunk, too. I pulled that out along with a collection of black candles. I had a tiled floor with a throw rug that I rolled up. I spent the next two hours drawing the magical circle out of the book.

It was a complicated one.

I placed the crystal dildo in the center of the pentagram. The runes written along the side all had to be perfect. I had worked minor spells. Luck spells. Or good fortune spells. I had great grades because of that one, but this…

This was black magic.

This was making a deal with a demonic entity.

With a succubus.

My heart hammered in my chest. There was a hand-written notation along the top of the page that read, “You cannot re-cork every bottle.”

I drew in a deep breath and threw my arms wide. “Spirits of the Air and Spirits of the Earth, attend to me!”

The candle spluttered. I felt a stirring in the room as I attracted the attention of the spirits of the world. The entities that lay beyond. Elohim was one name for them. They came in many different classes, both holy and unholy.

“I summon from the depths of Sheol, one who has been chained! Break the bounds of Tartarus and spring free a Spirit of Passion. A Daughter of Hedone. Handmaiden of Aphrodite and Ashtaroth. A succubus most wanton! Free her from the Abyss and so she may appear before me!”

I shuddered, my naked breasts jiggling. I threw my arms in the air as the candles burned hot. Wax melted down their shafts. A wail erupted from the floor. The ground shook with the unholy weight of what I had summoned.

The dildo glowed.

It rang like a crystal and rose in the air. Darkness spun around the shaft. It flowed into the shape of a woman, curvy and bountiful. Wings of black thrust from her pale skin. She shuddered, her pussy bare of hair and dripping wet. She arched her back as she moaned out in delight.

Her golden eyes opened.

“Daughter of Hedone,” I said, bowing to her.

“Mmm, I am Hedone,” she said, her hips cocking back and forth. “Daughter of Eros and Psyche. Of Passion and the Human Soul. I am Hedone, Mistress of Pleasure. Summoned, I have appeared. What do you offer, witch?”

I shuddered as I stared at her.

“My soul!” I moaned. “Make me a disciple of Hedone. Make me a vessel of unnatural lusts.”

She smiled at me. “Feminine lust? You crave to lie with women as you would a man. You wish them all to desire you. To be overcome with desire for the pleasure of your touch.”

“Yes!” I moaned, staring at her with such heat in my eyes. “That is what I crave. I need it. Please, give it to me!”

She smiled and took my hands. She raised me to my feet. “A possession.”

“Yes!” I moaned. “Possess me! Let us share in these pleasures together.”

She slid her arms around my neck and pressed her breasts into my tits. Her lips claimed mine. I groaned as she kissed me. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. She swirled it around. I groaned at that wicked moment. It was just so delicious. I was so happy for it.

It was wonderful to kiss a woman. Her hands slid down my back. She gripped my rump. I shuddered in delight as she squeezed my butt-cheeks. She kneaded them with her hands. It was incredible to have her kneading my ass.

She broke the kiss. “The terms are simple. If I merge with you, all women will lust for you, but you may claim one as your slave. She will be bound to you, love you, and serve you as you desire. Your will shall be hers for she shall desire you that much. For every soul you deliver to me, for every woman you convince to worship me, I will grant you another slave. Now, you have to convince them. You cannot order them to worship me.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Thank you, Hedone.”

“I must take your virginity,” she purred, reaching down between her thighs and pulling the crystal dildo from her pussy. “I must pluck your innocence. That is how you summoned me. I shall give you a taste of true pleasure.”

“Yes, yes, I shall worship hedonism,” I moaned.

She smiled at me as she pushed me toward my small bed.

I fell on it, my small breasts quivering. I shuddered as she knelt before me, her pale hands pressing my mocha-brown thighs apart. I leaned back, my shaved cunt dripping wet. The tangy aroma of my cunt filled my nose. It was so delicious.

The succubus leaned forward, her wings flapping behind her. She nuzzled her lips into my bare folds. I shuddered as another woman touched me. My new patron, Hedone, smooched at my folds. She licked me. Lapped at me.

I trembled as she stroked through me. A hot shiver ran through me as she ran her tongue through my folds. It was so amazing to have her licking at me. It was just incredible to have her tonguing my snatch. she stroked through my folds.

“Hedone!” I moaned.

She stroked her tongue around my clit, her golden eyes staring up at me. She pressed the crystal shaft against my pussy folds. She nuzzled it into my hymen. I shuddered as she pushed it against my maidenhead. I had a pure pussy.

No longer.

She tongued my clit as she drilled the crystal shaft into my folds. My eyes rolled back in my head as my hymen stretched and stretched. Then it happened. My maidenhead reached its limits. My cherry popped.

The dildo slid into my deflowered pussy.

“Hedone!” I gasped. “My patron! Yes, yes, that’s so good!”

The succubus purred in delight as the dildo sank into me. It was so good to feel it penetrating into my pussy. Her tongue licked at me. She stroked through my folds, driving me wild with that naughty shaft. She worked it deeper and deeper into me.

I trembled, loving this moment. She tongued my clit as she fucked the crystal shaft in and out of my pussy. My cunt clenched down on her. I held her tight as she worked it into me. It was just so hot to feel that wicked shaft twisting around in me.

I groaned as she licked at my bud. That only added to the delight of the shaft working in and out of me. It felt so good to have her penetrating me. It was just so great to have her plunging in and out of my snatch. My cunt squeezed down on her toy.

“Yes!” I moaned.

“Mmm,” purred Hedone. “Don’t hold back. Cum and form your pact with me!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered, savoring that toy working in and out of my cunt. It was just so good to have that delight pumping in and out of me. “That’s so good. That’s just so amazing!”

She churned up my pussy with that toy. She licked at me with all that she had. It was just so good to have her pumping away at me. It was a delicious thing to feel her pumping that amazing shaft in and out of my cunt. It was an incredible moment.

I rose toward my orgasm as she drilled that in and out of me. She worked it into my depths and slid it back out again. It was so good to feel her doing that to me. I whimpered, loving this delight. It was just amazing having her pump away like that.

“Oh, Hedone!” I moaned, her lips nibbling on my clit. “Yes, yes, that’s it! Fuck!”

I bucked through my orgasm.

My pussy convulsed around the dildo, but only a moment. She ripped it out and pressed her lips against my pussy. I bathed her in my pussy cream. I anointed the succubus’s face with my pussy cream. I drenched Hedone.

“Oh, that’s amazing!” I howled, the waves of rapture sweeping through my body. “Hedone! Hedone! My beloved succubus!”

“Mmm,” she purred as she licked at my folds.

She gathered up my cream gushing out of my cunt. I shuddered through that delight. I loved the way her tongue stroked through my petals. She sent more delight washing through me. I shuddered through all my bliss.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s just amazing! I love it!”

The heat swept through me. This wonderful passion that I adored. The stars danced before my vision. I felt so good as I quivered through it. That was just an amazing moment. A big smile spread on my lips as I peaked.

“Hedone,” I whimpered.

She rose up my body. Her big breasts piled into my small tits. She kissed me. I groaned, loving the flavor of my tangy pussy on her lips. I felt so good as she kissed me. Her tongue danced around in my mouth.

“Mmm, now we have to merge,” Hedone purred when she broke the kiss. She rubbed the tip of her nose against mine. “I have gleamed from your thoughts something called sixty-nining. Shall we?”

“Yes!”

She turned around on me, her breasts rubbing over my belly. She threw her leg over me. I stared at her pussy. It was shaved bare, unlike Mary’s, and smelled so spicy. I breathed in her musk, savoring that glorious incense.

She buried her face into my pussy again. This time, she thrust her tongue into my deflowered depths. I groaned as she swirled around in me. She teased my depths as I licked at her bald twat. It was different with no hair.

Exciting.

I gripped her plump butt-cheeks, pressing the succubus down onto my face. She shuddered as I tongued her. It was so much fun to lick her. To lap at her. I stroked through her folds. I licked at her with all that I had.

I tongued her, loving this moment. It was so amazing to feast on her cunt as she licked mine. It was just an incredible moment to flick around in her snatch. I tongued her with all that I had. It was so good to swirl around in her.

She groaned on me, squirming as we devoured each other. It was so hot to do this. I fucked my tongue in and out of her cunt. I swirled around in her, loving the feel of that hot tongue wiggling about in my snatch.

I buried my tongue into Hedone’s pussy.

I swirled around in her snatch. I loved the flavor of her cunt. It was so good to lick her like this. To lap at her with passion. Her spicy juices soaked my taste buds as I wiggled around in her depths. I tongued her with all that I had.

I wanted to drown in her passion.

“Oh, yes, yes, Cassandra,” moaned Hedone. No one called me Cassandra. “That’s it. that’s so good! Ooh, that’s amazing! Make me cum!”

“Yes, Hedone!” I moaned and plunged my tongue back into her cunt.

I flicked around in her. I licked and lapped at her with all that I had. I wanted to make sure that she had a big climax. It would be so hot if she burst in rapture. She shuddered on me, grinding her twat down on my mouth.

I licked and lapped at her with passion. I stroked through her folds as she did the same to me. I kneaded her rump. She flicked her tongue to my clit. She danced over my bud. I shuddered, my toes curling at how sensitive it was.

So I licked her clit.

“That’s it!” moaned the succubus.

I tongued her clit. I licked and lapped at her with passion. I stroked my tongue around her bud. She whimpered as I did that. She suckled hard on my nub. I polished her pearl. It was so hot as we both loved each other, both wanting to make the other cum together.

Sixty-nining was so awesome. I was so glad to do that with her. I suckled hard on her bud. She moaned around my clit. I did the same around hers. I dug my fingers into her asscheeks. I held her tight as my toes curled and…

I burst in delight.

Spicy cunt cream gushed out of her twat and bathed my lips as I drowned her. I loved that pleasure. It was so great. I enjoyed her wonderful juices. It was so amazing to cum with her. It was incredible. The heat washed through me.

It was so amazing to feel that wonderful bliss sweeping through my body. She moaned into my cunt as she started to grow… insubstantial. I licked at her cunt cream, drinking her passion. She whimpered on me.

She became darkness.

Smoke.

I gasped as she flowed into my nostrils and mouth. She poured into my pussy. She flowed into my body. I groaned as my cunt writhed around her. I bucked as she vanished fully into me. I felt her merging with my flesh.

Possessing my soul.

“Yes, yes, you are so ready,” she purred. “What shall you do first.”

“Claim my slave.” I smiled as I lay there. “Mary Bakker.”

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Mary Bakker

Megan was gone. I didn’t get to eat her pussy today. Or to have her eat my pussy. I felt that would really keep me from succumbing to Billy. That level of intimacy would make it easy to be a good girl. Oh, well.

She was shy. I would get her to do that.

I shuddered, remembering how good it felt to be devoured by that dyke. That Black girl had feasted on me with such passion. She was so disgusting. She loved pussy. A woman should not love pussy but her husband. Such a sinful whore.

I pulled on a skirt that went down past my knees. I smoothed it over the white nylons I wore. I pulled on a bra that lifted my big breasts into a pair of mounds. I pulled on a blouse. It had a little bit of a scoop to its neckline, but it was above my armpits so it showed no cleavage.

I put on a gold necklace, the heart draped over my clavicle.

DING-DONG!

Billy was early? How strange.

I spritzed some perfume as my mom called for me. I came out. Daddy would be in his study preparing for a sermon or a lesson. He always did after dinner. I came down the stairs to Mom smiling at me. She wore a one-piece dress, blue with a white blouse. A beautiful woman.

“There she is,” Mom said. “Now, you better be a gentleman, Billy.”

“I will, Mrs. Bakker,” Billy said. He smiled at me at the door.

I smiled back at him. “Don’t worry, Mom, nothing will happen.”

Billy nodded, though I knew he wished something would happen. He was a boy. You could not trust boys. He stared at me, holding out his arm for me. I took it and gave my mom a quick kiss on the cheek.

“We’ll be back by ten,” I said. “Right, Billy.”

“Yep,” he said. “Just dinner and a movie. You do look great, though.”

I smiled at him. “Thank you.”

I felt absolutely no desire for him, so what Megan did for me this afternoon had worked. She had satiated my pussy so I wouldn’t sin at all tonight. Not even an inkling to make out with him. I would have no problem being a chaste and modest preacher’s daughter.

We headed out the door in our small house behind the church. It was owned by the church, provided for Father as part of his compensation. Billy’s pickup truck waited for us. He opened the door for me and helped me climb inside.

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Cassandra “Cassie” Smythe

I trembled as I walked up to the house. “She will swoon?”

“Every woman will be attracted to you,” Hedone said. “They will all desire you even if they don’t understand why. You felt the eyes on you as we came here.”

“True,” I said, my heart pounding.

I headed up to the Bakker’s front door. It was a small house, two stories but not that wide. It was behind the church. It was the only reason I knew where to go. I headed up the stairs and knocked on it with firm conviction.

The door opened and Mrs. Bakker was there. The preacher’s wife stood there. She smiled at me, her blue eyes lighting up. She swallowed as she flicked her gaze up and down me. Her smile turned naughty for a moment before she shook her head and blinked, her cheeks flushing bright. She wore a blue dress with a white blouse that hugged her big tits. She was shorter than me and her daughter, but so curvy.

“Cassie,” she said. “Oh, this is a surprise.” She fanned her face. “Um, what is it I can do for you?”

“I’m just here to see Mary,” I said. “We had such a stimulating conversation at school. I want to finish it. She never got to show me her points.”

“Oh, well, I’m so sorry,” she said. “She’s out on a date. She won’t be home for hours. Not until 10 PM. Um… would you like to come in and have some tea.”

Disappointment soured through me.

“Pity your slave is not here, but that does not mean you can’t have fun with the mother,” purred the succubus.

A shiver ran through me. “I would love to have tea.”

“Wonderful, wonderful,” she said, patting her head. “Come in, come in.”

I shuddered as she motioned for me to enter. This was so exciting. I stepped inside, my heart hammering such a wild beat. This was truly about to happen? I was about to seduce the preacher’s wife. He was home. I wanted to enjoy their daughter. To flaunt her sin before them, but…

What if I claimed her at school before all her cheer squad? That was an even better idea.

So…

I found myself sitting down on the couch, my heart hammering a mile a minute in my chest. This was so wild. I wanted to get wild with her. She headed off into the kitchen. I heard the kitchen sink flowing.

“What sort of tea do you want?” she asked. “I think something minty. Something soothing. Yes, yes, soothing. That’s what we need.”

“That sounds perfect, Mrs. Bakker,” I said. “Where’s your husband.”

“In his study,” she said. “He’ll be in there for hours.”

I smiled at that revelation. That was just perfect. I was so happy to hear that as I sat there. I crossed my legs in my jeans, my pussy soaking the thong I wore. My nipples throbbed, poking against my tank top. I had no bra on, of course.

“Mmm, yes, yes, this is perfect,” purred the succubus.

After a few minutes, the tea kettle whistled. She poured the tea and came out with two steaming cups. She sat them down on the coffee table before us on coasters. She sat beside me, crossing her legs. She swallowed.

“So, the preacher won’t be disturbing us?” I asked.

“Oh, no,” she said. “Um… so, what were you and my daughter talking about?”

I smiled at Mary’s mother. My heart pounded a mile a minute as I put my hand on her knee. I waited for her to blow up at me. To slap my hand away. To rip it free and keep me from touching her, but she did not.

“Well,” I purred, “I was in the locker room, finishing my shower, when the cheerleaders came in and… I must confess, I did something so naughty.”

“Oh,” the preacher’s wife said, her breasts rising and falling in her blouse. “I can’t imagine you would do something… naughty.”

“I peeked on them while they were getting naked.” I stroked my hand up and down the preacher’s wife’s delicious thigh. “I just couldn’t help myself. They are all so beautiful, especially Mary. She’s so bountiful. She takes after you.”

“Thank you,” the woman breathed. “You were just… curious?”

“Yes, yes,” I said. “So curious. About their breasts. Their pussies. I wanted to cup their boobs. To lick their pussies. Have you… have you ever had lesbian desires in your life, Mrs. Bakker? Have you ever wanted to… devour a girl.”

She swallowed.

“Have you?” I asked, stroking her thigh.

“I… Maybe the thought has crossed my mind, once or twice,” she whimpered, her cheeks beet red.
“I did more than think, and when they caught me, they called me such awful names. Dyke. And slut. And pussy-licker. Mary made me eat her pussy.”

“No,” her mother gasped in shock. “She did not.”

I nodded. “I’m afraid so. I loved licking her. Devouring her. And… I thought she might want to lick me back. You know, if her friends weren’t with her. So I came over here to make love to her, but… I’m glad she’s gone.”

“Why?” the preacher’s wife breathed, her voice so tight. My hand slid higher up her thigh.

“So I can eat your pussy,” I purred and kissed the preacher’s wife on the lips.

She groaned into my mouth, her lips melting to mine. I shoved my hand up her dress and cupped her pussy. I rubbed at her snatch, stroking her. The married woman trembled against me as Hedone quivered inside of me.

“That’s it,” purred the succubus as her power radiated out of me.

She infected the preacher’s wife.

I thrust my tongue into the married woman’s mouth. Mrs. Bakker moaned into my lips. I danced my tongue with hers, my heart pounding in my chest. This was so wild. It was so exciting. I shuddered, rubbing at her pussy through her dress and panties.

She whimpered into my mouth. She trembled, the scent of the mint tea rising around us. That was just so hot to breathe in. My tongue danced with hers as she whimpered. The preacher was in his study having no idea I seduced his wife.

I broke the kiss and purred, “I want you to go to your daughter’s room and put on her cheer uniform. I’m going to fuck you! On her bed!”

“I… I…” She trembled, struggling. “Yes!”

She rose to her feet and rushed before me. I rose, feeling like such a naughty seductress. A lesbian witch who reveled in the pact that I had made with her. I would have her take pictures of us with her phone. Have them send them to her daughter.

I smiled at that idea.

“You are going to have so much fun with my power. Oh, yes, yes, we’re going to get wild together.”

“Yes, we are,” I purred as I reached the second floor. The preacher’s wife vanished into Mary’s bedroom.

I followed, my cunt on fire.

This would be such a wicked night.

To be continued…

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