The Last Incubus Ch. 17

The Last Incubus: Chapter 17

Chapter 17: The prize and a new ability.

"No good thing does he withhold from those whose walk is blameless." ~ Psalm 84 v. 11.

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Blindfolded, Frankie led me into the Beta Iota sorority house and quickly closed the door behind me.

"Here he is, bitches! Zucchini Boy, just like I promised!" she announced.

A room full of loud, high-pitched cheers greeted me. Those cheers quickly changed into catcalls and shouts of "too many clothes," "take them off," "we want to see some skin," and "strip." I sensed their white-hot libidinous glows through the blindfold. Judging from the number of auras I felt, the entire sorority must have been there.

Then the chanting started. "Strip, strip, strip, strip!"

"You heard them, Zucchini Boy. Start stripping!" Frankie shouted above the din.

I turned my head in the direction of Frankie's voice. "Hey, I didn't sign up for this!"

"This is payback. I promised them a reward for helping you out with that rumor about the devil doll. Don't worry, Zucchini Boy. You're going to love it. Trust me," she replied.

Sensing the opportunity for another carnal energy feast, I removed my jacket and started unbuttoning my shirt. I tried to slip off my sneakers at the same time, but they were tied too tight.

"Emma and Maddy, untie his shoes and help him get them off. Keep going, Zucchini Boy," Frankie instructed, seeing me pausing with the buttons.

I removed the shirt and flipped the t-shirt over my head, exposing my bare chest. More cheers, whistles, and catcalls quickly followed. Meanwhile I "flamingoed" while two pairs of hands removed my sneakers and were working on my socks.

The room got quieter as I unbuckled my belt. The glowing auras from the girls got a lot brighter, a stark contrast to the complete visual blackout from the blindfold.

Someone started the "Strip, strip, strip" chant again and I loosened the top of my pants. I began to slide the pants over my hips, only to have two pairs of hands grab my boxers as well and pull them both down for me.

I felt my erection bounce free as the room erupted into another chorus of cheers and laughter, along with a few voices of "Ooo," and "holy shit!"

My demon nostrils picked up a sudden surge in odors from an assortment of their auras and vaginal hormones which further emboldened the lust-crazed beast inside me. I felt a rumbling deep within my groin, and my cock twitched from it.

That brought another round of "Ohh's and Ooo's" from the girls in the room. I felt a hand on my cock, but it was quickly slapped away.

"Maddy, you know the rules, no touching!" Frankie scolded.

"Sorry, Mistress."

"Here, hold this," Frankie's voice whispered in my ear.

She shoved something in my hands. It was a hat.

"Alright! Listen up, bitches. You can all see the booty prize. But there can only be one winner. So, if you think you can handle him, put your tag in the hat and we'll see which one of you cunts gets lucky!" Frankie shouted.

I felt the rush of bodies as the girls came up en masse and dropped their college IDs into the hat. I heard the dull clunk of plastic on plastic as the hat quickly filled. As they came up, some of the girls couldn't resist touching me. Soft hands caressed my arms, chest, and the side of my face. Someone reached under the hat to check the "zucchini."

"You don't have to squeeze it, Gina. It's just as hard as it looks," Frankie remarked.

Once the rush of girls had stopped and everyone who wanted to participate put their name in the hat (I had no idea if it was everybody or not), Frankie cleared her throat.

"Zucchini Boy will reach in the hat and pull out the winning name. Make sure you only pick one ID, Zucchini Boy!" she announced. Laughter followed.

I sifted through the tags, mixing them around several times. Finally, I picked out one badge, but before I could take it out, I felt a hand over my wrist.

"Not yet. Hide the tag so we can't see who it is," Frankie said, as she took the hat away from me, leaving me holding just the one badge.

After a brief pause, Frankie removed my blindfold. It took me a few seconds to get used to the light, but when I did, I saw a room full of naked girls! They were all smiling, some arching their backs to push out their breasts. There was a bit of giggling as I made eye contact with several of them, remembering them from Friday and Saturday night. Some of them I knew only from their auras.

"Okay, read the name!" Frankie said. She was naked, too.

I looked at the plastic card in my hand.

"Haley Parsons!" I shouted.

"Eeeee!" The high-pitched scream reminded me of nails on a chalkboard. In the back of the room, a short, cute blonde with a ponytail bounced up and down. She looked very young, with smallish breasts and pointy nipples. Like all the sorority sisters, her mons was completely shaved, and she had the Greek letters beta and iota tattooed there.

As she came bouncing towards me, I turned to Frankie.

"How old is she?" I whispered.

"She's a freshman and turned eighteen in August." There was something of a groan in her voice.

Disappointed murmurs filled the room as Haley came up and stood beside me. The top of her head barely came up to my shoulder. She leaned her head affectionately against my chest and hugged an arm around my back and I placed my arm around her shoulders. Eyeing my erection, she reached across her body and stroked me with her other hand.

Frankie shouted above the chorus of disappointed voices. "I want to thank the rest of you bitches for all your help today. You all did a great job, and you should all feel proud of yourselves for helping that distraught freshman. You can all go back to whatever or whoever you were doing. Oh, and before I forget, Emma, our treasurer, tells me that we're running low on vibrator batteries and some of you are behind on your dues payments."

The girls scattered. Most of them climbed the stairs to the various bedrooms, but some headed for the kitchen or the bathroom. I waited with Haley and Frankie at the foot of the stairs. When it was quiet, Frankie turned to Haley.

"As I announced yesterday, the winner has the option of having Zucchini Boy all to herself or in a threesome with me. Have you decided?"

Haley was stroking me as Frankie was talking. At the word "threesome," the demon in me grumbled and I twitched in her hand. Haley looked at my erection and her eyes widened, and her aura flared.

"Hard decision, isn't it?" Frankie snickered as Haley hesitated.

"I-I've never had anything this big before," she stammered.

"I suggest we do a threesome, then. I can help you handle Zucchini Boy and show you how to have fun and still be able to walk tomorrow morning, although you'll probably be sore afterwards," Frankie replied.

"I can help you, too. Don't let my size scare you, I know a few ways to make this a really good experience for you," I added.

Haley's aura flared. "Does it really feel as good as you said?"

Frankie smiled and made a point of looking at Haley's hand on my cock. "What do you think?"

Haley squeezed me and looked back at Frankie. "Maybe we should do this together."

"Good decision," Frankie said, and we followed her up the stairs.

Inside the large "ceremony room," Haley screeched as I picked her up with one arm beneath her back and the other behind her knees and placed her on her back in the middle of the bed.

"Eeee!"

I looked over at Frankie and rolled my eyes, after wincing at the piercing sound so close to my ears.

Frankie gave me a look of resignation. "I should have known you'd pick the screamer. The whole house knows when she has an orgasm."

I nodded and smiled wanly as I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself between Haley's legs. Her aura flamed brightly and smelled of strawberry bubblegum and cream soda. The images it gave off told me she loved being eaten and didn't want to start with penetration.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held her in place as I lowered my head to her crotch. My shoulders were between her thighs, splaying her vulva open before me. I barely noticed the moisture glistening around her opening or the sweet overtones of its musky smell because my attention was drawn almost entirely to her clit.

Its pearly pink head poked out from under its protective hood about three-quarters of an inch long. It was the biggest clit I had ever seen.

Haley squealed with delight as she felt my breath on her large clit and open labia. Frankie climbed on the bed and knelt above Haley's head and held her hands.

I lowered my head and furrowed my tongue between her glimmering, pink labia, teasing her gaping entrance. The bright white flare of her aura seemed to double in intensity as her high-pitched moans filled the room. I was only about two minutes into it, and she was already on the verge of cumming.

I shot Frankie a hard look, hoping she read my intent. She tightened her grip on Haley's hands as I reached up with my tongue and lightly tickled the underside of her clit.

Haley arched her back and let out a loud, shrill shriek.

"EEEEE!"

I flinched from the high-pitched, grating sound as torrents of vaginal juices hit me in the face. Wave after wave of sweet and tangy cum soaked my face and hair as she convulsed below me. By the time she was finished, the puddle that had formed beneath us was disappearing into the mattress pad, leaving a large wet spot.

"Maybe I should have warned you she's a squirter, too!" Frankie smirked.

"Yeah. Thanks," I replied dryly, rubbing my ears and wiping some of her cum off my face with my hand.

"Was I too loud?" Haley panted anxiously.

"Uh, oh no. You were fine, really," I replied quickly, trying not to diminish her mood, "Um, it's just that I was surprised by all the, um, fluid. Uh, before we continue, is there anything else I should know about?"

"Not really. I've always cum this way. Most guys love it, although I end up sleeping in a lot of wet beds afterwards. My mother said she was the same way when she was my age, but Crissy tells me it's unusual," Haley explained.

"Who's Crissy?" I asked.

"That's her roommate." / "That's my roommate," Frankie and Haley said at the same time.

Just then there was a soft knock at the door.

"Whoever that is, that cunt is going to wish she was never born!" Frankie said, getting up from the bed to answer the knock.

Before she could get there, the door opened slightly and an arm with an 8-ounce bottle of Gatorade appeared.

"Sorry to bother you, Mistress, but I thought Haley might need this," a small, deferential voice called through the door.

"Who's that?" I asked Haley.

"That's Crissy, my roommate," she responded.

"Thank you," Frankie said, taking the bottle.

"I have a feeling we're going to need two of those," I said.

The same arm squeezed through the crack in the door holding a second bottle of Gatorade.

"Your roommate seems to know you pretty well," I chuckled.

"Ooh! Mistress, is it alright if Crissy joins us?" Haley asked excitedly.

Frankie rolled her eyes and looked at me. I shrugged. It looked like this was going to be a long and trying night. I just hoped Crissy wasn't as loud.

"Fine. You can come in now, Crissy," Frankie called.

A redhead with two long braids running past the back of her shoulders came into the room. She had a broad smile on her face and looked even younger than Haley. Being nearly flat-chested with almost no areolas to speak of, her nipples stuck out from her chest like two pencil erasers.

I looked at Haley, "Is she a squirter, too?"

"She's into ass play," Haley replied, not directly answering the question.

Looking over at Crissy, she smiled and nodded her head in agreement.

"How old are you, Crissy?" I asked.

"I turned eighteen in September," She replied coyly.

"Another freshman," Frankie added glumly. Her aura dimmed with the addition of the second freshman.

"Mistress, do you want me to bring in a rubber sheet?" Crissy asked.

"That won't be necessary," Frankie replied, turning to the chest of drawers, and opening up the bottom drawer. She pulled out a large rubber sheet and the four of us removed the wet sheet and spread the rubber sheet over the top of the bed.

"Since there's only one of me and three of you, here's what I suggest we do, that is if Mistress Frankie approves," I said looking over at her.

"Go ahead," she replied dryly. She seemed resigned to the fact that this was going to be a long night with a couple of quirky freshmen. I got the impression that whatever her original plans for the evening were, this was definitely not what she had in mind.

"Haley is the winner of the drawing, so she is my first priority. But when, uh, I mean if Haley needs a break, then Mistress Frankie will be next," I suggested.

"What about me?" Crissy asked.

"You are going to be my assistant. If I'm busy with Haley and she doesn't need Mistress Frankie's help, then you are to do your best to pleasure Mistress Frankie and make her come. If you're successful, then I will make sure you get a turn, too. Does that sound fair to you?"

"Sure," Crissy said, eyeing Frankie.

"Frankie?"

She looked over at Crissy.

"We'll see if this little cunt is up to the task, but I doubt it," she replied sourly.

"Good. Now that that's settled, let's get started," I said as I turned Haley sideways on the edge of the bed. Again, I wrapped my arms around her thighs and my face just above her crotch. Her aura glowed in anticipation.

Looking up from between her legs, "Haley, I need you to hold back your orgasm while I get you ready for me. Do you think you can do that?"

Her aura increased as I asked the question.

"I - I don't know. I've never tried," she replied tentatively.

"Frankie and I will help you. Are you ready?"

"I'll try."

I looked over at Crissy. "Okay, Crissy. Here's your first chance to earn yourself an orgasm. Good luck!"

"Thank you," Crissy replied coyly.

I ran the tip of my tongue lightly along Haley's perineum, catching some of her fluids that were seeping out of her pussy. There was a light sweetness to her taste that hadn't yet developed the full tanginess of older girls. I could feel her pelvis clench in an effort to hold back.

A glance upward showed Frankie stationed above Haley's head, holding both of her hands tightly. I couldn't see where Crissy was.

I teased Haley's perineum a couple more times before I drove my tongue between her nether lips and barely penetrated her vaginal entrance.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Haley moaned as she clenched again. So far, so good.

I knew that Haley's oversized clit was very sensitive, but what about her g-spot? It was time to find out. I stiffened my tongue and drove it into her pussy like a small penis. She clenched against it immediately and held the tension for several seconds before slowly relaxing her muscles. I pushed my tongue in and out and her aura soared to its upper limit of brightness. She was about to cum again.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

To understand what happened next, perhaps I should interrupt the narrative long enough to explain what I learned about auras since my transformation. Auras consist of essentially four parts, although even that is an oversimplification. There is the intensity, or brightness. Like all parts of the aura, this is directly related to a person's libido, or "horniness factor," and the brighter the aura, the closer the person is to cumming. An orgasm is immanent when the brightness of the aura reaches its peak. The slightest nudge at this stage would put them over the edge.

Then there's the size of the aura. It, too, is related to libido, but it indicates the size of the orgasm the person will have once he or she cums. Auras start small, a dim light in the center of the chest either in or near the heart, and expands outward in all directions from there, usually following the contours of the body, but not confined by it. The bigger the aura, the bigger the climax. Auras that expand beyond the body are usually "earth shaking."

Auras also have a color, which is often associated with its smell and taste. White auras are directly linked to lust. The whiter the aura, the greater the enjoyment of the physicality of sex, pure and simple. Yellowed and golden auras have an emotional component and tend to have a slightly sweeter taste. The color and flavor of an aura can also change during or after sex.

The fourth component is complex and much more difficult to describe. It usually swirls and shifts like cream being poured into black coffee, except there are multiple colors and types of cream swirling around all at once. Reading this component conjures up images of specific sexual position preferences that will enhance a person's libido such as vaginal, anal, oral, etc., based upon the "mood" they're in at the time. Like the swirling cream in black coffee, this can quickly shift and change from one act of sex to another, but not always. Like I said, its complex.

But back to Haley. I wanted her to have the biggest orgasm of her life. But because her clit was so large and sensitive, her climaxes usually occurred before her aura had enough time could grow very large. And because she was a squirter, everyone assumed her climaxes were more epic than they actually were. I needed to find a way of increasing the size of her aura without making it brighter.

I began by pleasuring her orally because it gave me more control and more options while also lubricating her opening for my "black zucchini." As I worked my way between her thighs, I drank in as much of her aura as quickly as I could to keep it from glowing brighter while still allowing it to expand.

With her aura "dimming" slightly, it gave my tongue a little more "wiggle room," so to speak, allowing me to explore her pussy and enlarge her aura further. I demonically extended my tongue deep inside her, finding her g-spot.

"Ah, ah, ah..." she moaned and clenched. So far, so good.

My wet tongue slithered into her tightness, challenging her to hang on while I lapped at her juices. But her carnal glow grew brighter at a faster rate than I was able to absorb.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Her moans got louder.

As I rubbed my tongue against her g-spot, Haley's back slowly began to arch, and her vaginal muscles closed tighter and tighter around my tongue. Her aura was a blinding white color, but still too small for the orgasm I had in mind for her--the one her aura told me she longed for.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

She was even more sensitive than I had imagined. Her arousal had climbed so fast that she was on the verge of cumming before her aura was wide enough. My mind raced for ideas on how to stop or slow her down her climax, but so far, everything I did brought her closer to her peak.

'No, no, no,' I thought in a panic, as if by sheer force of will, I could stop her from cumming.

Then, to my astonishment, I did.

The bright intensity of her aura stopped. It was as if it was disconnected from her ability to climax, its radiant whiteness simply froze in place. Her aura continued to expand, but Haley's orgasm remained just barely out of reach, teetering on the very edge. I tried to draw it down by siphoning energy from it, but I couldn't. Somehow, I had also blocked myself.

'I've broken her!' I thought, as she writhed beneath me.

My tongue was still deep inside her and her wriggling movement caused it to slide back and forth against her g-spot. It took me a few seconds to realize that she was literally trying to get herself off by fucking my tongue. But with her climax frozen, she only succeeded in expanding her aura further while her climax remained tantalizingly just out of reach.

"Ee, ee, ee..." Her moans took on a higher pitch.

She bucked in desperation, dancing wildly on my tongue. As she squirmed, her clit brushed repeatedly against the base of my tongue, my upper lip and my nose.

"Aaa-eee!" she screamed, "I'm so close!"

I withdrew my tongue and lifted my head.

"Wait for me. Don't cum until I tell you," I said as calmly as I could as if this was something I was in control of.

"Oh, please! I'm so horny!" she moan-panted, raising her pelvis trying to rub her clit against me.

I was still trying to figure out what I had done and how to undo it when Frankie leaned towards me over Haley's head. The smile on her face was almost as wide as her aura. It looked like she was enjoying Haley's horny predicament.

But that first impression was wrong.

I saw a pair of hands on either side of Frankie's hips. Tilting my head to the side, I saw red-haired braids bobbing behind her. Crissy was licking Frankie's ass.

"Oh, fuck. That little cunt really knows how to eat ass," she moaned. The look on her face was one of surprised rapture.

Haley was beside herself as her aura grew even larger. She grabbed Frankie's butt, pulling it down until her pussy was over her mouth. She lifted her head and began attacking Frankie's vulva furiously with her tongue as if eating Frankie would somehow relieve her of her horniness. It didn't. It expanded her arousal further, but that didn't stop her from continuing her lingual assault on Frankie's pussy.

Frankie fell further forward, panting rapidly, holding herself up with her hands on either side of Haley's hips. Her butt was now in the air, and Crissy rose up behind her, rimming her ass at a better angle.

My face was still inches away from Haley's bucking pelvis and open crotch. She looked desperate and I didn't know if I could undo the hold I placed on her ability to cum. My first thought was to tease her clit. Maybe if I raised her arousal High enough, it would overwhelm the blockade. I placed my mouth over her enlarged and sensitive clit and swirled my tongue around it.

Haley screamed into Frankie's pussy, muffling the sound while I focused on Haley's aura, watching it expand like an overinflated balloon, extending a couple feet outside of her body. But her climax remained just out of reach. She squirmed wildly in frustration.

Unable to think of anything else to do, I briefly took Haley's clit out of my mouth and focused on her libido as I uttered a single word.

"Cum."

"MMMM--EEEE!"

The block on Haley's climax suddenly released and she moaned-screeched into Frankie's pussy, arching her back and sending surges of cum splashing onto my chin, chest, and shoulders. That also sent Frankie's aura spiraling into a nova.

"Fuuuck!" Frankie drawled as she arched her back and came.

Sopping up the sweet afterglows of Frankie and Haley's climaxes, I thought about the new ability I had stumbled upon. I had stopped Haley from orgasming. I didn't think that was possible.

I thought about my ability to connect to a person's aura and how that ability was enhanced through tasting cum and pre-cum. My body seemed to memorize it, categorize it, and connect with it. Was this new ability to block a person's orgasm a part of that system? But why would an incubus have that ability in the first place? While blocked, I wouldn't be able to sample or absorb any of a person's carnal energy. That aura, and the arousal that went with it would only build up higher and higher. How would that feed my need for sexual energy? Unless...

Looking across the bodies of Frankie and Haley, who were lying on their sides in a Yin and Yang position recovering from their climaxes, I saw Crissy beaming at me. Frankie had cum while Crissy was eating her ass, and she felt she was entitled to "her turn" as I had promised. Her claim may have been a bit shaky, since Haley was ravishing Frankie's pussy at the time, but I thought Frankie's praise of her ass-eating skills deserved a reward. It was also an opportunity to test out my theory about this new orgasm-blocking ability.

I motioned Crissy towards the foot of the bed, away from Frankie and Haley, who were just beginning to recover.

"It looks like you earned a reward. Do you still want a turn?" I asked.

She glanced at the two figures still trying to catch their breaths. "Sure," she nodded, enthusiastically.

"Lay on your back and try to relax your muscles," I instructed.

She rolled onto her back and parted her legs. Her aura smelled of caramel and earthy mushrooms and it doubled as I placed a pillow under her bottom and pinned her thighs and pelvis with my arms like I had done with Haley, earlier.

"I'm going to start with a little foreplay. Don't cum until I tell you."

"Sure," she replied, taking a deep breath and letting it out.

I causally fingered her pussy, tracing the edges of her inner labia before lightly trailing down her perineum and circling the edge of her anus teasingly. It winked at me, inviting me to go further. "She's into ass play," were Haley's exact words. The images from her aura were telling me the same thing.

"Oh, oh, oh," she panted.

I glided my finger upwards, moistening it with the juices that were flowing from her opening and lightly stroking the underside of her hooded pink pearl.

Her moaning got louder as her aura expanded. She wriggled on the tip of my finger, urging me to push a little harder.

I smiled and focused on her aura. 'Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum,' I commanded wordlessly.

But nothing changed. Her arousal continued to build brighter and wider, and I was still able to draw energy from it. That was the result I was expecting. I had never tasted her secretions and didn't feel the connection that I had with Haley. It was time to start the next part of the experiment.

I watched her eyes follow me as I dipped my mouth below her mons and took a quick swipe of her clit with my tongue. As she flinched, I could already feel my body memorizing her taste from that thin coating of her lubricant left from my finger.

I teased her clit a bit more with my tongue and then slid it down between her sensitive lips and lapped at her opening. She grabbed my head and arched her back, urging me to go further. So, I did.

My tongue was still elongated from earlier and I reached deep into her opening, enjoying the taste of her sweet and tangy nectar. I found her g-spot and slid my tongue against it. She clenched and tried to close her legs, but my arms and shoulders kept her open. She pushed on my head.

"Oh, oh, oh," her moans were muffled by her hands and thighs pressed against my ears.

I felt my demonic abilities "lock in" to her aura. It was time to try the block again.

Withdrawing my tongue from her sex, I trailed it lower, tickling her perineum with a light touch of the tip, teasing up and down, edging it lower and closer to her sexual weakness.

"Ah, ah, ah," she panted, as my tongue approached her anal orifice.

I took a breath and with the flat of my tongue, slathered her earthy opening.

Sparks flew from her aura as I reamed her ass while also reaching over with my hand and lightly thumbing her clit. Her arousal climbed rapidly, and I waited until it was poised at the edge...

... and I blocked her orgasm.

"Whaa?" she squeaked, as her horniness rose, but her climax never materialized.

I gave her sensitive pucker a couple more swipes for good measure, before standing up and pressing my zucchini against her labia. I was about to push inside when--

"Wait. Not there. Use this."

Frankie handed me a bottle of lubricant. She had apparently recovered while I was busy with Crissy.

I had considered anal, which was Crissy's preference according to my reading of her aura, but without extra lubricant, I wasn't sure she could handle my size. Frankie must have been thinking along the same lines.

Crissy's aura grew as she saw me take the bottle of lubricant and coat my erection and her smaller hole with the slippery fluid. She let out a sound that was half moan and half squeal when I pushed the black tip against her puckered star. She clenched tightly in her excitement.

"Just relax, Crissy. I'll go nice and slow," I said reassuringly.

Her arousal climbed as she tried to relax, but the overwhelming urge to cum made it difficult. I tried a little push, but she was just too tight.

"Just breathe. Slow, deep breaths," Frankie instructed, massaging her shoulders.

She took a few rapid breaths. Beads of sweat formed on the sides of her face.

"Slower," Frankie soothed, kissing Crissy's forehead.

Crissy's muscles slowly gave way, and I eased myself in.

"SHIT!" she squeaked loudly.

Her aura had already expanded beyond her body. It flashed blindingly, and she literally screamed with pleasure, clenching tightly on the tip of my large, black intruder. It was the kind of clench that comes from climaxing, except that hers was blocked and the only option was to raise her arousal to a whole other level.

But the block worked both ways. As much as I wanted to devour that caramel-and-earthy-mushroom-flavored aura, that block prevented me. I could look and smell but not touch. I held myself in place while I waited for her to unclench.

Crissy was panting rapidly, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to relax her muscles. Her knuckles were white from her tight grip on the rubber sheet below her. Frankie continued to massage her shoulders, extending her caresses down to the Crissy's small breasts.

It took a while, but she was able to relax enough to slow her breathing and ease the knot in her anal sphincter. She looked up at me with what seemed like a pained expression, but that was misleading. Her aura screamed "more."

"Please," she urged, nodding.

I started pushing, and every centimeter elicited a panted, "Ah, ah, ah," as I slid into her tight ring of muscle.

"How does he feel?" Frankie asked when I was about halfway in.

"It's so big!" Crissy panted. "He's stretching my ass so tight it hurts and feels so good at the same time."

Frankie gave me a look of concern.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked Crissy. I already knew her answer, but I needed to reassure Frankie.

"NO!" Crissy blurted, then catching her breath. "I'm so fucking horny that I want to feel that whole thing in me."

"You're doing great, Crissy. Most of the bitches that tried to ride him on Friday came at this point," Frankie noted.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, "I want to cum so bad right now, but I can't!"

Frankie looked up at me with a quizzed expression, but I merely smiled back and kept pushing.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

"There! You did it!" I announced when my pelvis met her thighs.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Crissy panted under her breath.

She was clenching furiously, her body trying to cum. I watched her aura expand several feet beyond her small frame while she adjusted to the fullness of my size.

"Crissy, I'm going to start thrusting now."

"Yes! Fuck me, please. I need to cum!" she pleaded.

She wrapped her legs around me, locking her ankles just above my ass cheeks. Frankie moved closer, placing Crissy's head on her lap, stroking her hair and massaging her breasts.

Moving slowly at first, I picked up the pace being careful not to push her too hard. She thrashed desperately, begging for relief. Her high-pitched moans got progressively louder until they became screams as I increased my rhythm. Frankie stuck her thumb in Crissy's mouth to stop her from screaming, and Crissy sucked it voraciously. Her aura had expanded so wide, I was literally bathed in it.

With a final defining thrust, I released the block.

"Cum."

"AAHHHH!" she screeched as she arched her back, came and passed out.

Her clenches continued and I held still, absorbing as much energy as I could in the flood of aura she released. She was still unconscious when the clenching stopped and her breathing relaxed. She remained sleeping with a satisfied grin on her face while her body shook briefly as I withdrew.

Frankie stood next to me and put an arm around my shoulder. We both looked at the contented smile on the sleeping redhead. She looked so innocent.

"What did you do to her?" she whispered, her lips mere inches from my ear.

"I'd rather not tell you just now, but I would be happy to give you a demonstration if you're interested." I whispered back, eyeing Haley, who was sitting in one of the chairs near the door, drinking her Gatorade.

"What do I have to do?" she asked, rimming my ear with her tongue.

"Just pick a position and prepared to be fucked," I replied, giving her ass a playful squeeze.

"Let's wash you off first. Come with me."

She led me down the hall to the community bathroom.

"Have you cum yet?" she asked as she ran the warm washcloth along the length of my erection. She had been doing that for over a minute, she was just stroking me now.

"Not yet, but I'm definitely getting close."

"Good, because I can't wait to feel your hot jizz inside me."

When we got back to the room, Crissy was still passed out at the foot of the bed and Haley was finishing her bottle of Gatorade.

Frankie climbed onto the head of the bed and got on all fours.

"I've been waiting for this all evening, Zucchini Boy," she said, looking back at me.

I climbed behind Frankie and put my hands on her hips over the two matching dragons that were tattooed there, perhaps for this very purpose. I looked over at Haley, who had just finished her first bottle of Gatorade.

"Do you want to join us? This is your night, you know."

"Maybe later. I have to pee first." She quickly got up and left the room.

I nestled the tip of my cock between the folds of Frankie's outer labia and took another reading of her aura. She was anxious about what we were about to do but determined to meet the challenge. If anything, it aroused her more. That gave me an idea. It was a mean and wicked thought, most likely prompted by how much my demon side enjoyed seeing Crissy squirm and beg beneath me.

"I was planning on saving my cum for a big finish with Haley, but I'll make a deal with you. I'll cum inside you if you don't beg me to let you cum. Otherwise, it goes to Haley."

Frankie's aura blossomed.

"Is that a fucking joke? I thought you were going to ask me to do something hard," she scoffed. "Do your best, Zucchini Boy. Just give me that fucking cock!"

I pushed myself just inside her folds, intending to start slow so that she could get used to my size. But she was already so horny and wet from her orgasm and ass-licking earlier, that I encountered very little resistance. After a brief hesitation, I decided to plunge forward until my pelvis met her thighs, filling her completely.

She moaned and clenched me several times as her inner glow soared to a blinding radiance. I was just getting started, and she was already close to the edge. This was going to be easier than I thought.

"Ready to concede defeat?" I taunted as I started my thrusts. Every push bumped the intensity of her aura just that much brighter.

"Oh, fuck. No way. You fucker. I won't. Give you. The satis-- faction," she panted, confidently. Her aura quickly climbed to a critical level. She was expecting to cum at any second and win the "deal."

"Oh, you're not going to cum... until you beg for it," I teased, increasing the speed and force of my thrusts.

From the intensity of her glow and the nature of her clenches, we both knew she was on the edge. Her body slowly tightened, anticipating the orgasm was about to erupt...

... until it didn't. I had blocked it.

"What the fuck?" Frankie gasped, as she realized what had happened.

"Still want to cum? Try begging," I taunted.

"The only thing. I'll beg for. Is for you. To keep shoving. That big zu-- cchini in me," she panted as she repeatedly clenched around me.

I felt a tingling in my cock that spread like a wave into my balls and up my spine. Her dirty talk was getting to me.

"My cunt. Feels so good. Right now. Don't stop. Don't..." Frankie gasped.

She was incredibly horny and struggled to hold it together, but her words were having its effect. I twitched inside her several times, and she loudly moaned every time she felt it.

"Oh, you like. When I talk dirty. To you. You're just like. The rest. Of the cunts. In this house. I love. Feeling that big. Fat. Cock of yours. Shoved into. My cunt," she gasped, as her body shook with every thrust. Her aura quickly expanded outside her body.

Damn, she was good. I knew she couldn't hold out much longer, but neither could I. If I was going to win, I needed to push her just a little more, so I warmed my cock a few degrees. Her aura responded immediately, its glow seemed to be everywhere, and ironically, the demon part of me begged me to release the block.

"OH SHIT!" She screamed, "You... I need to... P-please--"

It was at that moment that I felt a wet finger in my ass. My balls contracted and there was no way I could hold it back.

"Cum!" I gasped, before Frankie could complete her sentence, as I hilted myself and pumped my seed into Frankie's canal.

"F-fuuuuuck," Frankie murmured as she collapsed her head onto the mattress. She arched her back as she crushed my cock inside her.

I continued to pump into Frankie as that finger kept fucking my ass. When my climax finally ended, I turned around to see Haley smiling at me with her finger still moving in and out of my bum.

"You can stop now. It's all over," I called over my shoulder.

"Did you like it?" she asked, pulling her finger out of me.

I had to think about that for a second. No one had ever put their finger in my ass before, and while the thought of it was kind of gross, it did make me cum--a lot.

"Yes, I did, actually," I finally admitted.

"That always made Crissy cum. I told you she loves ass play," Haley smiled. The way she smiled and looked at me made her look both innocent and adorable, even though her actions contradicted that look.

"Yes, I remember. But I was saving my, uh, cum for you," I replied.

"To be honest, I'm not into cum in my cunt too much. I find it messy, and I'm so sensitive down there that cleaning myself afterwards takes a lot out of me. I'd rather eat it, instead. Crissy usually lets me have a taste after she's been out with a guy," Haley explained.

"Then get over here, you little cunt. I have a fresh load you can have right now," Frankie called, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.

Crissy, who was now awake, came over to see for herself.

"Ooh! Can I have a taste, too?" Crissy asked.

"No, but for being such a good little ass-licker, I'll let you sit on my face," Frankie replied.

Haley got on her knees and bent down to clean Frankie's pussy while Crissy, all smiles and facing me, straddled Frankie's head and started to squat.

"Hey! Turn around, you little cunt. I want your twat, not your fucking ass!" Frankie demanded.

Crissy's smile faded a bit as she turned around and pressed her vulva against Frankie's lips.

While Haley was licking Frankie's cunt, her butt was in the air in front of me. Unable to resist, I edged forward, putting my hands on her hips and placing my tip between her swollen folds.

"Mmm!" Haley moaned with her head buried between Frankie's thighs. Her aura was aglow.

I eased myself into her moisture, blocking her from cumming. My gradual sawing, in-and-out motion allowed her to adjust to my size while quickly building her arousal. She lifted her head to gasp and moan a few times, but the message, keep going, remained clear.

By now, I was used to the idea that there was something about my ejaculate that tasted different to anyone who sampled it--except me. God only knows what flavor Haley was experiencing in Frankie's pussy, but whatever it was, it seemed to have distracted her enough to allow me to fully hilt myself without much resistance.

With my pelvis resting firmly against her buttocks, I removed my block and we both enjoyed her small orgasm. I caressed her soft cheeks as she came, screaming into Frankie's vulva as small streams of her cum ran down both our thighs.

"Oh, my God!" she panted when she stopped clenching and then went back to pleasuring Frankie's pussy.

With her climax over, I began to fuck her at a slow and steady rate. Her arousal was still high, and she attacked Frankie's pussy with my every thrust. But it wasn't long before she came again, shrieking loudly and spraying my thighs for the second time.

Again, I remained deep inside her while she recovered in the afterglow. While I waited, I watched Frankie eat out Crissy and soaked in some of their carnal energies. Frankie had a tight grip on Crissy's ass as she squirmed wildly above her. Crissy was close--and Frankie knew it. I watched Frankie tease the red-haired freshman mercilessly until she couldn't take another lap of Frankie's tongue. I was still watching when Frankie stuck a finger up Crissy's ass, causing her body to clench and cum in Frankie's mouth.

Despite the interruptions of Haley's two orgasms, Frankie's aura was spiking, too. Haley's head was back between Frankie's thighs and pressed it in deeper while moaning into Crissy's crotch between licks. That was my cue.

I gripped Haley's hips tightly and restarted my thrusts, pounding hard into her spasming canal. With Frankie's hands holding Haley's head in place, each thrust pushed Haley's mouth into Frankie's clit.

"Fuuuck," Frankie drawled as she arched her back and came.

"EEEEK!" Haley's ear-shattering screech quickly followed. She fell forward on top of Frankie, landing with her head in Frankie's cleavage while her cum squirted back at me, giving her the appearance of being launched like a bottle rocket from my dick.

I sat back on my heels, enjoying the sweet afterglows of the three girls. The two freshmen had collapsed on top of Frankie, who hugged them snuggly. I checked my phone, and it was 2:33 AM. Time to leave.

As I started to get dressed, Frankie lifted her head.

"You're leaving?"

"I have to. I have an 8 AM class tomorrow, uh, today," I replied.

"I'll call you," Frankie said.

"Me, too." / "Me, too." Haley and Crissy echoed.

"Hands off, cunts, if you know what's good for you," Frankie growled.

"Yes, Mistress Frankie," they chorused as I left the room.

***

Tina was already asleep by the time I got home. I was so tired, I didn't remember getting undressed. Hell, I didn't even remember my head hitting the pillow.

***

I took a step, and the sound of broken glass crunching under my feet caught my attention. Looking around, there were tables and chairs overturned and scattered randomly all over the place, along with napkins, sugar, salt and pepper shakers (nothing can break those), and globs of catsup and mustard.

I was back in the Blue Ox Diner--and Bailie's dream, or in this case, nightmare.

There were so many questions I had about this dream-walking ability, starting with, "how does it work?" Did I will myself into Bailie's dream, or did she pull me in here? And now that I'm here, can I alter the events and change her memory?

But this was not the time to go into that, knowing that Bailie was being assaulted. I rushed to the back of the diner, throwing the tables and chairs out of my way. Her waitress uniform had been torn and lay in tatters at her feet.

That was different from last night. Maybe I can change things even further.

There she was with the two men wearing ski masks. One had his arm around her waist trying to slip the strap of her bra over her shoulder while the other was trying to grab her legs.

Like the night before, I grabbed the collar of the man whose back was towards me and yanked him backwards. I pulled off his ski mask and saw his face. It was Darrel, Gil's sidekick.

Realizing his identity had been revealed, his eyes went wide in terror. He quickly turned and made a mad scramble for the front door.

Turning back to Bailie, the guy holding her produced a knife and held it to her neck.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll slit her throat," he threatened.

"Don't be stupid, Gil. If she has so much as a scratch, I swear I'll rip you apart one limb at a time," I replied, stepping forward.

He hugged her tighter against his body as a human shield, the arm holding the knife quavering slightly.

I grabbed the forearm of the hand holding the knife and twisted it, moving the knife away from Bailie's neck while a muffled cracking sound was heard. Gil lost his grip on the knife, and it clattered harmlessly to the floor. With my other hand, I quickly snatched the ski mask off of his head.

Gil screamed in pain as he held his injured arm and ran for the back door of the diner.

Bailie buried her face in my shoulder and cried. "Thank you," she sobbed.

"It's okay. I'm here," I said, holding her reassuringly.

"Where were you? You said you'd be here this weekend, but you never showed," she sniffled.

"Please, Bailie. We need to talk. Give me a chance to explain," I pleaded, rubbing her back.

"But you promised."

"I know. Please give me a chance to tell you what happened. Meet me outside the classroom tomorrow and let me explain," I urged.

"I'm scared. I don't know what to do."

"Bailie, give me a chance. Please," I asked as she and the diner dissolved into nothingness.

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