Lechomancer (9 page)

“Do you want me to make you come here?” Lisa asked, one hand trailing down the fabric covering Viv’s tight stomach, under her dress, under her panties, and against her wet pussy.  Fingers traced across her outer lips.  “Do you want me to bring me to orgasm here, in front of everyone?”

“Please don’t,” Viv begged.  “I’m … I’m a screamer.”

Lisa laughed and kissed Vivian again, who melted against her.  “Okay.  Let’s go to the bathroom.”  Lisa got up and grabbed her purse in one hand and Vivian’s wrist in the other.  She glided through the crowd, and led Viv to the back of the building, into the Ladies Room, and into a stall.  Once Vivian was inside and the door was closed, Lisa let go of Vivian’s wrist, reached up under the taller woman’s skirt and grabbed her ass, and slammed against her, pressing Vivian against the stall door.  They kissed fiercely for another moment or two, while Lisa fished through her purse one handed.

She found the Demon Tail she had brought with her.  While Ashlynn’s was a large rubber butt plug, this one was a bead wand, with each circle slightly larger than the one before it.  It wasn’t so much a string as a slightly flexible stick of anal beads, with the same image of a classic cartoon demon’s tail at the base.  When she was sure she had it in hand, she backed a step away from Vivian.

“Take off your panties,” she ordered.  Vivian looked at her carefully, a slightly glazed look in her eyes, beads of sweat dripping down her neck and into her cleavage.  She nodded, and reached both hands under her skirt, hooked her thumbs into the waist band, and pulled off a pair of tiny black underwear.  Lisa held out her empty left hand and took them from Vivian.  Vivian surrendered them nervously.

Lisa kissed her again, pressing herself against Vivian’s firm stomach, and slipped the hand with the panties between her friend’s legs.  She traced firm circles against Viv’s warm pussy, letting the fabric get soaked with her excitement.  Their lips met again, and Vivian’s breathing was in short gasps between desperate kisses.  After a moment, Lisa switched hands, now running the Demon Tail between Vivian’s legs.  Viv shuddered with joy, and let out a little yelp.

“I’m going to make you come,” Lisa warned.  “So, my little screamer, do you want me to keep you quiet by shoving these wet panties in your mouth, or do you want to let everyone hear you squeal?”

Viv’s eyes went wild, and she swallowed back a moan as Lisa’s clever fingers guided the round ridges against Viv’s sex.  “Panties,” she whispered coarsely.

“Good girl,” Lisa purred.  She kissed her again, and then pushed the bunched up fabric, wet with Vivian’s own juices, into her mouth.  Her lips began to tease down Vivian’s neck as she stroked her with the beads.  Vivian’s legs shuddered, and she nearly lost her balance, but Lisa caught her.  “Ready?”

Vivian’s eyes were closed, and she barely managed to nod.

In one swift motion, Lisa pushed the tail deep into Vivian.  When it was all the way in, Lisa bit Vivian’s ear playfully and whispered “Cum,” into it.  Even through her makeshift gag, Viv still managed to scream, rapid high pitch squeals of pure joy.  Lisa found them sexy, in part because she knew anyone else in the restroom would have heard them too.

“Okay,” she said when Vivian stopped shaking with joy.  “We’re going to go back out, but first I want to see something.  Shift.”  As ordered, Vivian’s new demon shape came forward.  Her high, pert breasts filled in a little rounder and larger.  Her skin took on a metallic, golden glow.  Little spiralling horns sprouted out of her forehead, and her eyes filled in, completely black.  Like Ashlynn’s demon shape, she had a tail, which swished out the bottom of her orange dress.  “I can’t wait to take you home.  Shift back.”

Lisa took Vivian’s underwear out of her mouth and tossed it aside.  She led her new slave out of the stall, and ignored the glares of the women in the bathroom who had heard their passion and Vivian’s screams of joy.  She took Viv back out on the dance floor.  With the tail still inserted, Vivian was instantly on the edge of orgasm again, coated with a sheen of glistening sweat.  Lisa kept one hand on the small of her back, and Vivian ground up against her, every once in a while letting out a little happy yelp, begging with her eyes to be ordered to cum again.

As she watched her, Lisa found herself being more and more turned on, but after a week of being serviced by one Succubus, she wasn’t sure another, even with the rough tongue or clever tail, was what she wanted.  She realized she loved the idea of taking some boy from the bar home with her.  She thought about what she wanted; someone to come home with her and Vivian, but whom was far more interested in her, someone who could please her, someone who would sell his soul for the pleasure. 

She nodded to herself.  That was what she wanted.  She remembered the books instructions on Empathic Divination.   She tried the breathing, three long, two short, and then an extended exhale.  She did this with her eyes closed, and then cast her gaze around the bar.  Her eyes settled on a man about her age, sitting in a both with some friends, watching the dance floor.  As soon as her eyes met him, he looked away.  She smiled and nodded.  That was the one.

He sat there, sneaking glances at Lisa and Vivian, wearing a bright purple dress shirt and black pants.  He was drinking some sort of import beer, and he didn’t seem to be talking to any of his friends or singing along to the top forty or dance remixes the DJ pumped out.  Sometimes he would bob his head along to the beat.  He had deep brown eyes, and he would blush when he was certain Lisa saw him watching her.

At first, Lisa tried to temp him over by playing with Vivian; kissing her on the dance floor, raising up her skirt, dancing up on her.  The boy was too shy.  Finally, she said to Viv “I want the guy in the purple shirt.  Go get him for me.”

Lisa watched Vivian do as she was told.  Vivian was at the table for ten minutes, and the guy kept shaking his head.  He blushed once or twice at something Vivian said, and his friends were shouting and gesturing him to the dance floor.  Finally, after much coaxing, he slipped out of the booth, and Vivian led him over by the hand.

“Lisa,” she announced, “This is Garrett.”

“Hi Garret.  Why won’t you dance with us?” Lisa shouted as coyly as possible against the thumping base. 

“Hi Lisa.  I thought you might just be fucking with me,” he answered.

“Play your cards right…”

Lisa and Vivian pressed up against him from either side, and at first Garret’s dancing was awkward and self-conscious.  “What are you doing?” Lisa finally asked.

“I don’t want to look dumb.”

“You don’t.  Just relax.  Like this,” she found herself guiding his hips.  “Don’t think about it too much.”

“I’m not much of a dancer.”

“Just pretend you’re fucking us!” Vivian said, somewhere between advising and begging.  Garret laughed nervously, but began to loosen up, and Lisa found it exceptionally easy to match his rhythm.  She found herself lost in the moment, staring into his deep eyes, guiding his hands across her body.  Every once in a while she would catch a glimpse of Vivian behind him, running her hands over him, and they’d smile and he would blush.

When the next song ended, Garret tried to slip away, back to his table.  “Where are you going?” Lisa more ordered than asked.

“I thought…” he started, and then shrugged.

“Why don’t you stick around for a bit and see where this takes us?” She kissed his cheek and felt the Ichor buzz, and he shrugged again and started to dance.  Lisa found her hands exploring him, the strong body under the shirt, the firm butt that was hard to get to because Vivian was constantly pressed against it, and a rather healthy bulge in the front of his pants that she decided to monopolize.  He didn’t try to leave when the next song ended, or the next, and after half an hour, he was still there with them, dancing, sweating, and completely in synch with them.

“Hey,” she whisper shouted in his ear.  “Ever been with two girls at once?”

“I’d sell my soul for the chance,” he shouted back.

“Done,” she found herself saying in a way that echoed in her mind.  She realized there was some part of her not entirely in her control, but she was enjoying too much of what was happening to let it slow her at the moment.

The three of them hurried back to Lisa’s house.  On the doorstep, Lisa glanced at Vivian, concentrating on how she wanted her Succubus to keep Garret on the doorstep for a moment.  Viv nodded slightly, and grabbed Garret, and started kissing him.  Garret glanced sidelong at Lisa, almost asking if it was okay.  “Give me a second,” she smiled, and kissed him at the base of his jaw while squeezing his ass.  Then she headed inside quickly.

Ashlynn was sitting on the coach, soaked in sweat, looking desperately at Lisa.  “Stand up, come here!”  Ashlynn obeyed and followed Lisa to the hall closet.  Lisa looked her up and down, and then grabbed the front of her teal panties.  She ripped them off and took a great deal of joy in stuffing them in Ashlynn’s mouth.  Then she pushed the eighteen year old into the closet.  “Stay in here and be quiet.  No one is to hear you.”  Ashlynn nodded as Lisa closed the door.

Then Lisa collected Vivian and Garret from her front porch and led them past the girl in the closet, and up the narrow stairs to her bedroom.  As soon as they were through the door, Lisa and Vivian moved in tandem, pulling Garret’s shirt over his head, their hands exploring his chest and back, their lips tracing the way down his ribs, across his stomach, and they met at his belt buckle, and kissed each other for a moment.  Lisa lifted Vivian’s dress over her head, leaving the other girl completely nude.  Vivian’s slender fingers gracefully released each oversized button on Lisa’s dress, and stripped her a moment later.

Vivian reached for Garret’s belt, but before she could undue it, Lisa playfully put her hand over her friends.  “Are you sure you want to do this, Garret?  It’s not too late to back out.” 

Garret blushed and shook his head.  “I want this,” he said.

Together, they released his belt, and dropped his pants and boxer briefs to his ankles.  His proud cock flew straight out, and Vivian gasped and giggled.  The girls kissed, hands in each other’s hair, and moved their kiss until Garret’s tip was swirling between their tongues.  Garret gasped happily, and tentatively reached out and put a hand on each girls head.  They kissed their way down his shaft, and back up.

“Deep throat him a little,” Lisa told Vivian, who obeyed instantly, swallowing Garret’s whole length, mashing her pretty face against his stomach.  She began to move her head aggressively, fucking him with her face.  He closed his eyes, and guided her head into longer, more even strokes.  Lisa stood up beside him, her hands exploring the tight muscles of his arms.  “Will you come over to my bed?”

He glanced over, and let out a happy little chuckle.  Lisa followed his gaze.  Someone had installed some padded manacles to her headboard.  She certainly hadn’t, and she was certain they weren’t meant for her or Vivian.  Garret guided Vivian off his dick, and laid on the bed, crossing his hands over his head, smiling and blushing.

“You’ll do whatever I say, won’t you Garret?” Lisa asked, and he nodded.  She knelt beside him, and closed the cuff gently over one of his wrists.  “I can keep you here as long as I want?”  Garret nodded happily.  “And what,” she said, straddling his stomach, looking down at his beaming face, “If I chose to keep you forever?”

“Yes, please,” he sighed.  Lisa closed the second cuff.

“Vivian,” Lisa called sweetly, “That dick isn’t going to suck itself.”  Viv nodded happily, and laid on the bed, taking Garret’s manhood back between her lips.  Garret smiled and licked his lips.  “Now, what, am I going to do with the man who lives in my bed now?”  Lisa bent down to kiss his collar bone, his neck, and his lips.  He was sighing happily at the cute Asian bobbing up and down on his member.

Lisa shifted her legs forward, hovering her pussy over Garret’s mouth.  Within moments, his nervous tongue began playing across her, and Lisa let out a surprised giggle, as he probed her with sudden, erratic, joyful licks.  She put both hands into his hair, and pulled his head up against her pussy, driving his face into her, rocking back and forth against him.  She let him bring her right to the edge, and then she shifted back with a grin.

“You just might be worth keeping,” she smiled at him.

“Thank you.”

“Vivian!  Stop hogging that!” Lisa shouted with a laugh.  Vivian smiled and moved out of the way as Lisa slid back, and, straddling Garret, hovered right over the tip of his cock.   “So, what should we do now?”

Garret grinned and bucked his hips up.  Lisa shrieked happily and jumped up, not quite letting him reach her eager lips.  “No!” she laughed and pressed both hands on his cut stomach, pressing him back against the bed.  “You have to wait until I let you.”

“Now?” He asked with a playful thrust upwards.  She jumped again, and pushed him down.

‘If you’re not careful,” she said, moving off of him, “I’ll just play with Vivian.” Vivian came to the edge of the bed, and Lisa took her friends erect nipple into her mouth and sucked on it.

“Please come back,” Garret begged with a smile.  “I’ll be good.”

Lisa kissed Vivian’s other nipple.  “Promise?”

“I promise,” he said.  Lisa nodded and straddled him again.  Slowly, she pressed the tip of his desperate cock against her vagina, enjoying the sensation of teasing them both.  Slowly, she spread her legs wider and wider, letting Garret sink further and further into her, all the while keeping both her hands on his stomach so he couldn’t thrust up.  Finally, she reached his base, and began to rock back and forth with him fully inside her.  Garret had lost his capacity for words, and just moaned.