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Chapter Seven

Charles Ludwig Swartzenburg II

The best way to pass the time in a hotel room was to fuck my busty and willing mother.

“Charles,” she moaned with such wanton passion as I slid my cock back into her pussy. Back into the womb that had birthed me.

“Shit,” I groaned, savoring her hot pussy around my dick. She had such a perfect twat squeezing about my cock. I loved how she down on me. She was just perfect. “Goddamn, that’s good. You have such a tight pussy, Mom!”

“Mmm, I made you in my womb so your dick would be the perfect fit,” she cooed, her big boobs pressed into my chest. She trembled beneath me on our hotel bed. Her hands stroked up and down my back. “Oh, yes, that’s just right!”

I loved having all of her cum wrapped around my cock. She felt so amazing about me. It was a thrill to be in her. I drew back, savoring the incestuous passion of her pussy clamping down on me. I loved every second of sliding out of her snatch.
I thrust into her cunt again. I rammed to the hilt in he

r pussy, enjoying her hot cunt about my cock. I thrust into her pussy again. I buried deep and hard into her snatch. Her wonderful twat massaged me. She moaned in delight, squirming beneath me.

“Charles! Charles!”

Was there anything better than hearing my mother call my name while I fucked her?

I didn’t think there was. I reveled in it as I fucked her cunt hard and fast. I thrust in and out of her pussy with such force. I loved the way her cunt massaged me. She held me tight with her hot twat. She massaged me with that delicious snatch.

I groaned, pumping away at her. I buried to the hilt in her snatch over and over again. She gripped my cock as I plunged deep into her snatch. All the way to her cervix. To the entrance to her fertile womb. I could knock her up.

Breed her.

How exciting was that? I loved the idea as I pumped away at her cunt. I buried into her over and over again. I loved her twat massaging my snatch. She held me tight with her snatch. I shuddered, savoring the way she massaged my dick with her hot pussy.

“God, Mom,” I groaned.

“Mmm, I just want you to cum in me again and again!” she groaned, her pussy clamping down around my dick. “Drill your mommy’s cunt out with that big dick! Fuck me hard!”

“Yes!”

I slammed into her, the bed creaking as I fucked her hard. I loved the feeling of her juicy snatch around my dick. She had such a wonderful twat. I fucked into her cunt again and again. I loved how great she felt around me.

It was an incredible rush to plow into her. I buried into her snatch over and over again. I thrust deep and hard into her pussy, my nuts slapping into her cunt. The pressure to cum grew and grew at the tip of my dick.

“Fuck,” she moaned. “That’s it. Oh, my god, nail my cunt to the bed! Hammer my snatch! Yes, yes, Mommy’s going to cum on your big dick!”

“Yes, you are!” I groaned, my nuts smacking her taint. “Come on, Mommy! Let me feel that pussy going wild!”

She squeezed her twat around my dick. She massaged me with her twat. The pleasure swept through me. I loved every second of it. I buried to the hilt in her cunt. She gasped, her pussy clamping around my dick.

Mom climaxed hard on my cock, her pussy going wild.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she howled. “Cum in me! Flood your mommy’s cunt with all your jizz!”

“Yes, Mommy!” I groaned and buried to the hilt in her cunt. “Fuck!”

I erupted into her pussy.

I spurted over and over into her twat. I erupted again and again, reveling in that hot pleasure spasming around my cock. I savored the heat washing over me. It was an incredible rush to have all that pleasure surging over me.

“Damn,” I groaned as her hot cunt massaged me. She drove me wild as I pumped my seed into her. “Mom, I love you!”

“Of course you do!” she groaned. “All boys love their mothers!”

I kissed her as her pussy milked out the last of my cum from my nuts. I emptied my balls into her womb. She stroked my back as I groaned on her. I wanted to just lie here all day, but Madam Bella’s shop opened soon.

I kissed my mother for another minute, just celebrating the afterglow, then I rolled off her. I slipped my cock out of her cunt and onto my back. I reached for her phone and grabbed it. I called down at the front desk.

“I need a car,” I panted. “Ten minutes.”

“Of course, Mr. Swartzenburg,” the concierge said, her voice smoky. “Is there anything else you need?”

“No, no,” I said. I would experiment with this sexual attraction women had for me. The stewardess on the flight had been more than willing to let me ass-fuck her while she ate out my mother, but I had a mission. Madam Bella’s.

“Ten minutes,” I said.

“That’s not nearly enough time for me to get ready,” she groaned and rolled out of bed, rushing for the bathroom.

So I called down and changed it to an hour.

I was ready pretty fast. Then I just sort of flicking through the channels they had on the TV. It was so many channels, and nothing to watch. I sighed, waiting and waiting on my mother. She was a gorgeous woman. She was just amazing.

But did she have to take so long getting ready?”

Finally, she emerged in a pink dress. A designer outfit that must have cost six or seven hundred dollars just knowing the brands she shopped. She had her makeup on and her blonde hair spilling in waves around her face. The dress showed off her breasts.

“Damn, you are hot, Mom,” I groaned.

“I know,” she said and winked at me.

I rose and straightened the polo I wore with my khaki slacks. She wetted her thumb and rubbed at something on my face. I squirmed, a rush of embarrassment. I had fucked every inch of her body, but right then, she made me feel like a boy and not a mother-fucking man.

“We ready?” I asked, scowling.

“Mmm, yes,” she said. “Let’s meet this witch.”

She took my arm. I made sure I had the room key in my back pocket with my wallet and phone. We left the room, rode the elevator down, and reached the lobby. I wondered what people thought when they saw us. That we were mother and son? Or MILF and boytoy?

Our car was waiting outside. The driver nodded to us and opened the door. We slipped inside. He already knew where to go. I just leaned back and watched San Francisco pass by. A nervousness washed through me.

This would be my first time meeting with a witch. Father recommended her. He’d probably fucked her on one of his trips to the West Coast. He did a lot of traveling. Our family had interests in a diverse range of fields from mining, technology, to entertainment.

I bet he’d fucked a few starlets on the casting couch.

There were a few I’d love to nail.

I smiled at that thought as we drove to the Mission District. I closed my eyes, thinking about anything but Madam Bella. What sort of name was that for a witch? Bella? It wasn’t very… witchy. I rolled my shoulders as we came closer and closer to it.

The driver pulled up to a strip mall. A homeless man was sitting on the corner smoking a pipe. Not a tobacco one. I blinked at that. No one bothered him as he wasted away his life on drugs. I didn’t care. The masses were best when inebriated and oblivious to what was going on.

I stepped out of the car and proffered my arm to Mom. She took it and sniffed at the homeless man. We headed to the door of Madam Bella’s. She had a palm with an open eye painted on the large window. The glass door opened onto a rather tacky shop.

New agey, I supposed. Crystals and incense. Strange books. Knickknacks. From the back room, a Black woman emerged wearing colorful pantaloons and a loose, purple blouse. She almost looked like a pirate. She had bleached her hair blonde and wore it in loose waves that fell around her face.

“You’ve come for a reading,” she said, a big smile on her lips. “Good, good. Chancy. You useless cow, watch the store!”

“Yeah, yeah,” an indolent hipster girl said. She was sitting at the counter by an archaic register while staring at her phone. She had tattoos running up and down her arm and her hair dyed pink. She didn’t look up from it.

“Can’t get no good help these days,” Madam Bella said, heading back through the door she came through. “Come, come, I can feel your need, Master Swartzenburg.”

“You knew we were coming…” I trailed off. “Oh, right, you’re a witch.”

“And you look so much like your father,” she said. “Come, come. I can feel the energy coursing in the air. Your seed drips from your mother’s pussy. You have filled the womb of a woman with a false marriage. Yes, yes, that’s good energy. I can use that.”

“I’m glad that…” My cheeks burned. “You can tell?”

“It’s very obvious,” she said. “I know about the demon your family worships. The prices that he requires at different stages of your life. Transgression brings power.”

“I was given an impression,” I said. “A young man who threatens my family. He’s on the West Coast. That’s the best we could divine.”

“That your father could divine.” The witch pushed through another door into a ceremonial room.

It was circular, the walls draped in black silk curtains and the floor in what looked like basalt stone polished to a gleam. In the stone was carved a magical circle with two half-circles that met in the middle. It was a symbol I didn’t recognize.

She turned around and said, “Strip. Your mother must ride you as you lie supine in the middle of the circle.”

I nodded. Sexual acts were a common part of magical rituals. I pulled off my polo while my mother sighed and started unzipping her dress. I don’t think it was the act but the fact she had to wiggle out of her designer dress.

“Here,” I said. “I’ll unzip you.”

“Don’t tear the dress,” she warned me.

“I’m not ten any longer,” I said, my cheeks warming beneath that embarrassing memory.

I worked down the zipper with care, exposing her pale back. I kissed her shoulder blade. She slipped her arms out of the sleeves and worked the dress down off her hips, baring her big breasts and firm rump. She had on a red thong that set off her ass.

I started kicking off my loafers when I saw the witch had taken off her pirate’s blouse. She wore a white bra beneath that contrasted with her ebony flesh. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She exposed her round, firm breasts.

A silver ring topped by a clear crystal, not diamond, pierced each of her chocolate-brown nipples. She had no shame as she pushed off her pantaloons next. She wore a pair of gray panties beneath. Her boobs and their piercings swung back and forth.

“Those are selenite, right?” I asked. “The nipple piercings. The master stone used for summoning spirits.”

“You want a divination,” she said as she shoved off her panties next. She had a landing strip of black hair that led down to the shaved folds of her pussy. She dripped. “I must have some advantage, no?”

I smiled at Bella.

Once I had my boxers off, I stretched out on my back in the middle of the circle, my dick thrusting out over me. Power thrummed around me. I felt it humming through the parts of the design I laid over. The circle was ready to be used. Ached for it.

Mother stepped out of her thong. Her heels clicked as she stepped into the circle to straddle me. Her big boobs jiggled as she lowered herself to my cock. She grabbed my cock and held it upright. It nuzzled right into her bush. I shuddered at the feel of her hot cuntlips rubbing on the crown of my cock.

With a groan, Mother plunged her cunt down my cock. She took every inch of my dick. I groaned, reveling in that hot pussy devouring my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head. I shuddered, savoring that wondrous delight.

“Yes,” I groaned at her hot cunt around me. “Mother!”

She smiled down at me. Her hands stroked over my chest. I groaned, savoring that hot pussy around me. I looked up to see Madam Bella moving into position. She straddled my head and sank her cunt down to my lips.

I licked them. I was so eager to have her pussy planted on my mouth. Just so ready to feast on her cunt. That would be a thing of magic. She settled her snatch on my face. She groaned as I thrust my tongue into her pussy.

I swirled around in her without thought, enjoying the spicy flavor of her shaved cunt. The witch moaned as she squirmed on me. She shuddered as my tongue licked at her snatch. I flicked my tongue through her folds.

She tasted so good. Just delicious. I loved the flavor of her. I licked at her with passion. My tongue flicked through her folds as Mother slid her cunt up and down my cock. The magic circle beneath my back thrummed with more power.

We filled the vessel.

“Oh, that’s it,” Madam Bella moaned, the Black woman grinding her spicy cunt on my mouth. She shuddered as she did that. She worked her pussy in circles on my mouth. “Mmm, just like that. You’re doing amazing. Yes, yes, fill the circle!”

“Oh, I love your boobs,” Mom cooed. “May I play with them?”

“I want you to,” the witch answered.

My dick throbbed in my mother’s pussy as I pictured her pale hands squeezing Madam Bella’s dark boobs. I groaned into the witch’s cunt, my tongue swirling around her folds. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I flicked around in her, loving the taste of her.

She had such a yummy cunt. This was just perfect. Mom rode me as I feasted on this hot pussy on my mouth. The circle throbbed with more power. I loved how it built and built beneath me. It thrummed with such wonderful heat.

Mom plunged her cunt down my dick, gasping, “Oh, yes, yes, Charles! Oh, my boy! You have such a big dick!”

“Yes, he does,” Madam Bella cooed. “Ooh, you are a lucky woman to have given birth to this stud!”

“So lucky,” whimpered Mother as she rode my cock. “I’m just so lucky to have all that cock in me. He’s just fantastic.”

Her cunt gripped me, bringing me closer and closer to cumming in her. I stroked through her folds. I loved her, gathering up her spicy juices. I flicked my tongue to her clit. I stroked over her bud. She groaned as I did that.

She loved me swirling my tongue over her bud. She quivered on me, grinding her snatch from side to side as I licked and lapped at her. My tongue thrust into her cunt. I danced it around in her. I swirled it about, savoring the flavor of her pussy.

She moaned as I did that. She trembled on me, her passion echoing through her magical room. So did Mom’s. Her hot cunt plunged down my dick. She took me to the hilt. I loved her married pussy massaging me.

Dad gave her to me. He discarded his wife. I wouldn’t ever do that to my mom. She was mine! No power could take her away from me. Not even Father if he wanted his wife back. I loved this moment I savored this heat as Mom slammed her cunt down my dick.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her hot twat massaging my dick. “I’m going to cum!”

“Cum on your son’s dick!” purred Madam Bella. “Let that taboo coupling power the circle.”

“Yes!” she squealed. Her pussy engulfed my dick. She went wild around me. I groaned as her twat spasmed around my dick. Her twat convulsed around me with such passion. I loved the way she suckled at me. “Cum in me, Charles!”

“Mother!” I growled and suckled hard on the witch’s clit.

Madam Bella gasped. Her spicy juices gushed out of her cunt and drowned me. I groaned, licking and lapping up her juices. The pressure in my nuts swelled, Mom’s cunt writhing around my dick. She needed my seed flooding her taboo cunt.

I erupted.

Ecstasy shot through me with each blast of cum into my mother’s pussy. The circle burst with energy. Light flared around us as the witch gasped. Her back arched as she trembled, her pussy juices soaking my taste buds.

I spurted over and over again. I erupted into her pussy. I soaked her womb with my seed as the witch channeled the energy we created. I shuddered, savoring all that heat surging through me. My mind drank in the ecstasy.

So much of it swept over my thoughts.

“Oh, honey!” Mom moaned as her cunt suckled at my dick.

She nursed at me with such passion. She worked out all that cum from my nuts. It was a fantastic rush to have all that pleasure surging through me. I groaned, savoring that heat. It was an incredible rush to have all that pleasure washing through me.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I groaned, my dick erupting over and over again. I loved that pleasure sweeping through me. I groaned, my dick spasming with the pleasure rushing over me. “Oh, shit, that’s good. That’s just fantastic!”

Madam Bella moaned, her juices soaking my lips.

I erupted one final time into my mother’s pussy. The light glowing around us danced with colors. The witch swayed on me. I savored the pleasure washing through me. It was an incredible rush. A thrill to enjoy every moment of this passion.

“I can see!” the witch howled. “The Spirit of Divination washes through me. Cassandra sings in my soul! Listen to her words!”

In a different voice, she intoned:

She slumped on me, panting. I licked at her pussy, puzzling her words. They were abstract, of course. They always were with these sorts of prophecies. What did they mean? I licked at her twat one more time.

“Mountain that walks?” I asked. “Where is that?”

Madam Bella rose off my face and stared down at me. “Mount Rainier.”

“I’ve heard about it. That’s in Washington State?”

“The Salishan people call him Mount Tahoma or Tacoma. The Mountain that Walks. That is where you will find him.”

“But how?” I demanded. “Besides befriending him so I can stab him in the back.”

“You are bound by fate,” she answered. “You will know him when you see him. He is your age. Your mirror.” She smiled. “Your shadow. Poor where you are rich. Fatherless where you have a father. Find him through his school.”

“His school? How many are there?”

“You’ll know the school. Fate.” She stared at me. “Mount Rainier lies in Pierce County. How many high schools can there be? Trust your fate. Molech guides you.”

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Moira Black

“You going to pick up that girlfriend,” I asked my brother as he stepped out of his bedroom. He had changed into a pair of slacks and a polo shirt. It fit him well, though. He looked good for being so preppy.

He stared at me like I was an idiot. “She won’t be there. It’s the third Wednesday of the month. Her parents are running service at the smaller sister church in Graham.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then why go if Susannah is there? You can’t impress her parents if they’re not there.”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s all about appearances, Moira.” He gave me a critical look. “You’re getting a little old for yours.”

“I’ll calm down when we’re older and I have to be respectable.” I grinned at him. “I’m young and wild. It’s a phase I’ll grow out of.”

He didn’t look certain I would. He had no faith in me, the putz. After all, I had done to help him.
“Well, while you’re bored at church, I’m going to get fucked up with my girlfriend.” I giggled. I loved this game I had forced Sable to play. “We’re going on a date. See a movie. Finger each other. It’ll be fun.”

“Just be discrete,” he told me, his eyes so serious. He really, really had to lighten up. I loved him, but he would blow a gasket one day.

My phone beeped as he headed out the door. I pulled it out and smiled. It was a text from my teacher. A giddy thrill swept through me. It was always so exciting to receive one of these messages. I read it then typed my answer.

“He mostly trusts me. I know he needs me. He knows, but he’s Zach.”

I didn’t expect an answer. I closed my phone and headed out to have my date with Sable. It would be a fun time.

Chapter Eight

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Thursday morning, I waited out before the school. Mr. Augustine pulled up with Susannah, giving my wife a ride to school. She climbed out, waving goodbye to her father. He saw me and raised his hand. I nodded to him.

Susannah hurried over. She wore a dark skirt and a white blouse. She took my arm and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek. Well, her father was watching. He pulled away as Susannah broke from me. She had such a dazzling smile.

Such innocence.

Like I saw in my mother’s eyes. Both had to be sheltered.

“Well?” she asked, a flicker of apprehension in her eyes.

“None of the wives who were at church were her,” I said and smiled at the way she relaxed. “Relieved, huh?”

“I just don’t want to think that someone who is faithful to the Lord could be in an empty marriage. Could be a false wife.” She quivered. “I know it can happen, but…”

“But if she goes to church, she’s probably not so into it to come to a Wednesday bible study.” Only about a quarter of the congregation came to Wednesday Night and Sunday Night services. Some because they saw church as an obligation they suffered through every Sunday morning and others because they couldn’t. Work. Life. Etc. “Well, she’s not here at the school. If she’s not at church, I really don’t know where she’s hiding.”

“Your neighborhood,” suggested Susannah. “Mine.”

“How knows,” I said as we headed to Mrs. Lindstrom. “I’ll have Nisha check mine tonight.”

“That is a good idea,” said Nisha. “Your trailer park is full of many broken families and broken people. It could be lots.”

I hoped so. I needed to find her. Then I had to find the mother. It made me wonder if that would turn out to be Susannah’s mother. Having a faithful and loving wife, a good mother like her, being one of the women I needed, well… I bet there was power in it.

I was learning a bit about how magic worked.

It was all about creating energy. I would need that energy to help to galvanize my followers. I could never control them, but I could… heighten what they felt. Turn supporters into zealots. Plenty of politicians cultivated those die-hard fans.

And I was learning that there were a lot of dark forces out there that you could sacrifice to.

That was the problem. How could anything good come of their work if they made pacts with demons? I would forge my own way. My own drive. Nisha was proof of that. My ambition. And these four women she prophesied about would be vital.

I just didn’t see how a cheating wife and loving mother fit that.

Susannah and I reached Mrs. Lindstrom’s class. The sexy MILF wasn’t in yet. I tried not to ogle her. I had to be discrete. A shame she wasn’t one of them. I knew her. This cheating wife sounded like she would be a stranger.

Susannah and I took our seats. The tardy bell rang started, and Mrs. Lindstrom hadn’t arrived yet. The class grew restless. Susannah and I started chatting about how the service at the smaller church went. She smiled as she talked about it.

How could she get such entertainment out of something so banal?

I kept up my mask, nodding to her, showing my interest while my mind drifted into different ways to flush out this wife. Did I have to wait for Sunday Service? I had a list of the members in the directory. It was pretty up to date. I could comb through it. See who wasn’t there Wednesday night and send Nisha after them.

Five minutes after the class should have started, Mrs. Lindstrom strode in with a new student. A few snickers echoed through the room at the sight of him wearing what was clearly a private school uniform. Gray slacks, a white shirt he wore beneath a gray vest, a red-and-gold tie tucked into it. He had loafers on instead of the latest Nike’s. He was a young man, my age, with brown hair and blue eyes.

“Knock that off,” Mrs. Lindstrom said, glaring at one side of the room. “This is Charles. He’s transferring into the class.”

I favored him a polite smile the way I would any other new arrival. He glanced at me and something in him relaxed. He nodded to me, heartened that there was one person in the room not mocking him.

I liked his style, frankly. If the school had a dress code, it would be much better.

“If you’d like to introduce yourself,” said the teacher.

“Thank you, Mrs. Lindstrom,” he said, speaking with confidence. “I’m Charles Swartzenburg the Second.” He had a New England, upper-crust accent. “My mother and I have just moved out here to Tacoma.” His cheeks had a touch of red. “Father… Well, he is entering a new phase of his life, and I thought I might like to try a public school.”

A few smatters of applause echoed through the classroom.

“Uh, you can sit by Zach,” she said, pointing to the empty seat on the other side of me. “He’s a good student. If you have any questions, he can help you out.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Lindstrom,” he said politely.

She flashed him a favorable smile, her eyes flicking up and down him.

And she wasn’t the only one. A few of the girls were following him. I felt a shift in the classroom.

Susannah whispered, “They smell money. Cows.”

I fought a chuckle as Charles moved to the seat beside me. He took it and shifted, testing out the cheat desk. Then he glanced at me and thrust out his hand. He was a friendly guy. Definitely not from the Pacific Northwest.

I took his hand and said, “I’m Zach. Good to meet you. If you have questions, I’ll answer what I can.”

“Thanks,” he said, his handshake firm and brief. He didn’t linger.

“Of course the little bonny prince is making friends with Zach,” someone muttered behind us.

Charles heard, his shoulders stiffening.

“Don’t listen to them,” Susannah said, leaning past me. She wore a friendly smile on her face. “You look sharp. Like Zach. They’re just jealous.”

“Thanks.”

More snickers echoed while I smiled. It was nice to have one guy who dressed well. I wore my button-down shirt tucked into my black slacks. I would wear a tie, but it really made me stand out too much. So I was a tad more casual.

“Okay, okay, we have studying to do,” Mrs. Lindstrom said, patting her hair, her cheeks bright red. “Let’s see… Where did we leave off?”

I supplied the answer and class went the way it usually did. It was over soon and Charles headed off to his next class. Susannah had PE while I had Math with Mr. Carlyle. My girlfriend gave me a chaste kiss before she hurried off.

I didn’t see any of the new guy. He wasn’t in my math nor my civics class, which I did share with Susannah. Together, we headed to the cafeteria for lunch. I was starved. Sable and my twin joined us as we queued up for food.

It was Thursday. Sloppy Joes.

The four of us took our table. It was becoming our usual one. Sable and Moira on one side, Susannah and me on the other. Sloppy Joes and tater tots. It was a good day if you liked the simple food. I had grown up with it.

Just as we started digging in, Charles appeared holding his tray and looked a touch lost. He swallowed and said, “Uh, mind if join you guys, Zach?”

“Sure, sure,” I said.

He grabbed a chair from another table and pulled it to the end to sit down with us. He glanced down at his food and arched an eyebrow. He then tucked the end of his tie into his shirt to keep it from dripping into the mess.

“I’ve never eaten… something like this,” he said.

“It’s the fun of slumming it with us peons,” said Moira as she grabbed hers and took a big bite, the hamburger and sauce spilling out the back end and splattering on her plate.

“Yeah,” said Charles. “It’s different, you know. Moving and all.”

“Changing schools must be so difficult in the middle of the year,” Susannah said. “I bet you miss all your friends.”

“Probably a girlfriend or two,” said Moira. “Eh.”

Sable rolled her eyes. She was staring down at her plate with a look of disgust. She just poked at a french fry.

“It’s harder on my mom,” said Charles. “Dad basically dropped us off before jetting off. Not helping her get settled in at our new place.”

“Oh, I bet,” said Susannah. “It’s hard to have a marriage when one of the partners isn’t around. Does he work a lot?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “He’s hardly ever at home.” He picked up his Sloppy Joe and went for it. He took a bite and blinked like he was surprised to find it good. He took another one, being careful not to make a mess.

“Hardly home, huh?” I said, feeling Nisha examining him. She studied him. “Doesn’t sound like they have a great marriage.”

“I suppose.” He wiped at his lips with his napkin. “They fight a lot. She seems lonely. I don’t know. I’ve never had a girlfriend, so maybe that’s just how things are.”

Susannah shook her head. “Marriage is a partnership. My parents are…” She flushed. “Sorry, it’s not a competition.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” He chuckled. “Most kids have parents with hollow relationships.”

“True,” I said. “Hell, my dad ran off. The dick.”

Moira flicked her eyes up to mine. She almost said something but instead took a bite of her Sloppy Joe.

“At least your father comes back from his business trips.”

“Eventually.” Charles shifted. “Um… What do you guys do after class?”

“We have a study group going this afternoon,” I said casually. “You want to join it?”

Moira blanched as did Sable. They both gave me looks, not wanting Charles there to interrupt the fun. I ignored them as I said, “We rotate whose place we have it at. Interested? I mean, we only have one class, but I’m sure we can help with the other stuff.”

Charles smiled. “Sure, sure. I mean, you can come over to my place. Mom wouldn’t mind. She’s always worried I don’t have any friends.”

“Today?” I causally suggested, hoping that the wife had just walked into my life. A rich trophy wife. Maybe through her, I could turn her husband into some sort of pathetic cuckold.
“Yeah.” Charles nodded and took another bite of his sandwich.

“I bet your mother is just perfect,” Susannah said, glancing at me. She had the slightest smile on her lips. She got it. I was glad.

My dick was hard just thinking that Charles’s mom might be the one. That she might be the wife, or maybe the mother, I had to recruit. Either way, Nisha had to meet her. I glanced at my thought form, my dick throbbing hard. I flicked down at her.

She understood and strode through Charles and the table. She sank down beneath it and soon I felt her hand grabbing my dick. It was in my pants, but that didn’t stop her from sucking on it. She nursed on me with hunger.

I groaned as she bobbed her mouth up and down my dick. “So, Moira, how did your date with Sable go last night?”

Moira launched into a tale that had Sable burying her face into her hands. Moira was loud. Energetic. She drew attention. She and Sable’s relationship must be buzzing through the school as a crowd joined to hear about it.

I just enjoyed that hot mouth working up and down my cock beneath everyone’s noses. It was a fantastic blowjob. Nisha knew just what I needed. I wore a careful expression on my face as Moira was just boasting about it.

“Of course, I made out with her,” said Moira in response to someone’s question from outside the table. “Are you kidding me? Sable’s hot. How could I keep my hands off her.”

Sable groaned.

I let out a soft moan as Nisha’s lips slid up and down my cock. She suckled on me with passion. She definitely knew what she was doing. It was an exciting moment to have that hot mouth suckling on me. I suckled in deep breaths as the pleasure grew.

My nuts drank in the wet suction. My thought form’s wicked tongue danced around my cock. I was so glad I had created the tulpa. That I had willed her into existence. She could make any moment more exciting.

Susannah took my hand and leaned over. “Is your angel… touching you?”
I nodded, shocked she noticed. I glanced at her.

She slid her arm around my waist and leaned her head on my shoulder. “Mmm, that’s nice.”

“Yeah,” I groaned as I enjoyed Nisha on me. It was nice having Susannah snuggled up to me. I really couldn’t picture any other girl that I could do this with. I fucked Sable and Moira. No doubt, this wanton wife would be my lover, too. And this mother.

Nisha could snuggle up at me like this, but she was really just an extension of my desires. Susannah wasn’t. She chose to be comforting like this. I savored it as Nisha worked her mouth up and down my cock.

She suckled with passion on my dick. Her tongue swept around my cock, sending such bliss blowing through me. The pressure in my nuts grew while I breathed in slowly. I smelled the apple blossom scent of Susannah’s shampoo.

I liked it.

It was a wonderful scent. I breathed it in deeply as Nisha bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my dick, sucking the entire way. It was an absolute joy to have her loving me like that. I savored that hot mouth working up and down my cock like that. She suckled on me with such hunger. Her passion was a delight to enjoy.

I loved every second of her working her mouth up and down my cock like that. She swirled her tongue around me. I groaned, my dick throbbing in her lips. It was a wonderful delight having her suckling on me.

“So we’re all alone in the theater, and you just know Sable’s hands are wandering,” Moira said.
“Really?” Charles said. He had a few girls that were clustered around him. Standing behind him as they listened to the story. One hand her hand resting on his shoulder.

Well, he was rich. That had its charm to some girls.

“Oh, yes,” Moira said. “And since I wasn’t wearing panties.” She grinned wickedly.

Laughter and whoops echoed through the crowd. I just fought my groans as Nisha built the pressure in my cock. I hurtled closer and closer to cumming. I would flood her mouth with every drop of my cum that I had.

Just fill her to the brim with all that spunk.

“You really do that, Sable?” asked one girl. Heather, I think, was her name. She was in the year beneath me.

Sable shot her head to her. “Sable? That’s not what you’re supposed to call me. Do I have to spank that ass of yours to remind her?”

“We’ll spank you together!” Moira said. “Only I get to call her Sable. You call her what?”

“Sable,” whimpered Heather, her cheeks beat red.

More whispers echoed around the table. I don’t think anyone knew that Heather had knelt before Sable. I just was glad for the distraction because I was so close to cumming. Nisha suckled with all her might. Her hands found my balls.

She fondled my heavy nuts. The pressure surged toward the bursting point. My dick twitched in her mouth as her fingers played with my testicles. I sucked in a deep breath as Susannah shifted so her lips pressed close to my ear.

“Cum, honey,” she cooed.

I erupted.

My hand on her hip clenched as I dumped my jizz into that hot mouth sucking on me. I flooded my thought form with my spunk. She was real enough to be able to gulp down my cum now. She swallowed my jizz.

The pleasure shot through me while the crowd of people around us had no idea I was doing anything. I just grinned as the rapture shot through me. Susannah kissed at my cheek. I turned and planted a quick smooch on her lips.

I pumped load after load into her mouth. I savored that ecstasy sweeping through me. It was so passionate. I enjoyed every last second. I flooded her mouth with all my spunk. It was an outstanding delight.

“Damn,” I breathed as I erupted one last time. I glanced at Susannah. “Care to go for a walk?”

“Not at all,” she said.

I stood and led her out of the crowd of people. Charles smiled at us. I nodded back. If he was rich, I could use him for my initial funding. He would make a good friend to know. And if his mother was the wanton wife…

Well, that would be perfect.

I was so looking forward to this evening.

“Which classroom should we take a walk by?” I asked.

“Miss Rayne’s,” I said. The succubus would let us use her classroom. Susannah really was a great companion. She anticipated my needs. Paid attention to me. She was definitely worthy to stand by my side.

I was glad to have her.

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Charles Swartzenburg II

My eyes flicked to Susannah. She was a mousy girl. I had never seen any girl who dressed down so much, and yet… She had something about her. Something vital. The way she was pressed against my enemy was… enticing.

She wasn’t as innocent as she feigned.

Zach had his cock fucking her. And what was more, there was magic around him. He had bound Susannah to him. She didn’t look twice at me. Not like the girls crowding around me, feeling the blessing that Molech gave me.

Rich men had the pick of the litter because of magic, yes, but also they made deals with dark entities that helped. I could take any of these little girls to bed. But I had my mother waiting for me, so they didn’t have her charm.

But Susannah.

She ignored me. So did Sable and Zach’s sister, but there was something else about them. Moira oozed darkness. She felt… like my father. Moira had performed dark rites. She must be Zach’s witch. The one who had bound Susannah so tightly to him.

Sable… She was rich. That was clear. She came from money. She might have had her own dark pact. Perhaps she was Moira’s benefactor. The one that introduced her to whatever dark entity that she channeled.

Someone backed Zach. Some entity. Not Molech. It could be a host of gods and demons. Asmodeus. Astarte. El. Baal. Hades. Mars. The Allfather. There were so many. He drew on power from one of them.

And he had been given Susannah. His woman? Or a sacrifice that he would cultivate until the time was right? Perhaps as the mother of his firstborn placed on the altar on the eve of giving birth. I wouldn’t put it past this Zach.

He had a grasping nature. I could feel it when he looked at me. He wanted to use me. He saw my money and wanted to steal it. He craved power the way only the poor could hunger for it. He was a ravenous dog that thought he could rise to his betters.

He wasn’t a threat. Yet.

I would find the right time to plunge the dagger in his back, then she would be mine. Susannah. I couldn’t marry my mother, but her… I could marry her. My dick ached so much as Moira continued to embarrass her lover with her lesbian antics.

I rose, my dick hard. I turned to one of those doxies and leaned in. “Men’s room. Two minutes. Be ready to suck my dick.”

She gasped as I pushed through the crowd on the way to the bathroom, untucking my towel. I was slumming it. seeing how the peasants acted. They had grown up with the lies of this nation that they were my equal.

Zach believed it.

I reached the bathroom and unzipped my pants. I shoved them down, my cock popping out. I waited for that slut to come and pleasure me while I imagined Susannah and her golden hair. I ached to slide into her.

If she loved him, she would be grieving his death. Would she come to my bed willing… Or would it be more fun if she wasn’t.

To break her to me like a bitch.

The bathroom door opened. I heard the click of heels. I shoved open the door. The girl, a blonde, stood there, She stared at my cock. With a groan, she dropped to her knees and suckled with such passion.

Like the Kings of old, I would claim Susannah for my own, willing or not.

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