Servant of Desire (The Battered Lamp 2)(Harem Genie erotica) (4 page)

“Well, here you go, Ms. Franklin.” His eyes drifted down to her cleavage. She had a necklace—a gold chain adorned with a large, clear crystal that reminded Kyle of Christy's amber pendant—nestled between her generous breasts.

“Thank you, Kyle. You have a pleasant day.” His eyes watched her ass sway beneath her tight skirt.
Damn, she has a fine ass.

Pushing down his darker thoughts he walked down the hallway. The tide of students was thinning as they piled into their classrooms. He had gym class next; the weather was nice for a change, and that meant running around the track. And watching the girls' tits bounce beneath their sweaters and their butts sway beneath their sweats.

He picked up the pace.

“Kyle, thank God!” a woman shouted.

He turned to see Chyna, one of the bustiest girls at his college, running up to him. Her boobs bounced and swayed beneath her tight, cashmere sweater. She was gorgeous, tall, and dusky skinned; her dark brown hair gathered in pigtails. And those tits—he couldn't take his eyes off of them. They were stupendous.

“I need your help,” she breathed, her breasts heaving.

“What?” It was getting hard to think as all the blood rushed to his other brain.

“Come with me.” She grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the boy's restroom.

“What's going on?” he asked as she pulled him into the bathroom.
Maybe someone's hurt and...
His thoughts died as she kissed him.

“I need to be fucked so bad,” she panted, pulling him into a stall, and then she was on him again, a hungry cat pouncing on her prey.

What the hell!
he thought as she kissed him.
I barely know her, why is she doing this? This is wrong! I need to stop this! Bad enough that I've cheated on Christy with Aaliyah last night, but this...

Chyna's fingers had his pants unfastened, reaching in and stroking him through his underwear. It was getting harder to listen to the voice of his reason. He groaned, her warm hands pushing his boxers down and stroking his girth.

“Fuck me!” she gasped, letting go of his cock. She hiked up her skirt, revealing a pair of sleek, red panties, the crotch soaked. She pulled the gusset to the side, revealing a thick, brown bush. “I need it so bad! Please, Kyle!”

He buried his cock in her. She felt wonderfully warm. Her arms hugged him tight, her lips kissing him, moaning her relief. He pumped in her. Tight, hot, velvet. The metal stall creaked as he pounded her.

“Fuck me, fuck me!” she gasped. “Oh, Kyle! I love it!”

His balls were already threatening to cum.
This is so wrong! Why am I doing this?
That thrill spurred him on, hammering her juicy twat. She bucked beneath him, gasping and shuddering.
She's so loud, we're going to get caught!
Cumming loudly, her cunt convulsing about his cock. She kissed him again, her tongue thrust into his mouth, hot and lithe. He didn't care about Aaliyah or Christy; all that mattered was fucking this slutty coed's cunt.

“Cum in me!” she purred. “I need it!”

“What's gotten into you?” Kyle demanded; his cock never stopped thrusting.

“You're just so hot!” she cooed into his ear. “You make me so wet! I want to feel your cum inside me!” Her tongue licked his ear. “I'm not on the pill.”

He came! His sperm flooded her unprotected cunt. She gasped again. A low, throaty moan escaped her lips as she orgasmed a second time, her pussy milking him, eager to drain every last drop of her sperm into her fertile hole. They stood there a moment, breathing heavily, a smile on her lips, confusion in Kyle's mind.

What the hell just happened?
He pulled out of her, quickly buttoning up. She adjusted her panties, their combined passions soaking into the red fabric, and gave him another kiss, then waked out of the bathroom.
Aaliyah must be behind this,
he decided, as he rushed to Gym class.

Wait, did she say she wasn't on the pill?
A new worry added to the turmoil inside him.

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Celestite—she never thought of herself as Michelle Franklin—smiled as the flushed Chyna walked by. She could smell the lust pouring off the coed, proof that her spell she had cast on the pair had worked. She hated Kyle. Amber—she never thought of her girls by their real names; Christy would forever be Amber to the professor—was the only member of her coven that wasn't fully hers. The foolish girl still clung to her schoolgirl love for Kyle.

Once Kyle's affair with Chyna percolated through the student body, Amber would dump him and she'd be there to pick up the pieces and bring the girl fully into the delights only a woman could share.
Hopefully, before Kyle plucks her cherry tomorrow night.
Celestite wanted that treat for herself.

Kyle left the bathroom a moment later, looking confused and flushed. “Aren't you supposed to be in class?” Celestite asked him.

“Oh, sorry, Ms. Franklin,” he answered, his eyes on her cleavage.

Why didn't I think of this earlier?
she wondered with a smile.

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

By the time lunch rolled around, Kyle was convinced that Aaliyah was responsible for his indiscretion with Chyna, and most of his guilt had disappeared, though he still worried what other consequences might have happened. He bought his lunch in the cafeteria and sat down at a table. Christy sidled up to him, giving him a kiss, and Britney pulled out her bagged lunch and ate while reading a book across from them. A few of their other friends joined them, and everyone laughed and joked—except Britney, who studied like usual—while they ate.

“You should stop making out with Kyle after Math class,” chuckled Corey, one of Kyle's friends, a knowing grin on his freckled face.

“What?” Christy asked.

Kyle tensed.
Why did I use that lie?

“You held up Kyle so much he got chewed out by Coach Benjaminson for being late to PE.”

Christy fixed her hazel eyes on him. “It wasn't because we were making out.”

“No. I really had to...uhh...use the bathroom,” Kyle quickly said, the guilt of his strange encounter with Chyna rearing up.

“Oh, you said...” Corey trailed off, shrugging. “Well, I guess making out with your girlfriend is a better story than having the runs.”

“Yeah,” Kyle answered.

Christy relaxed, then whispered, “Maybe tomorrow we can make out so you won't have to lie to your friends.”

Britney looked up suddenly, sniffing, then fixed her disapproving eyes on him. A sudden panic struck Kyle.
Britney knows me too well.
He pleaded with his eyes at her, and she gave a shake of her head and went back to her textbook.

He turned back to Christy, relaxing. She had a bit of ketchup on her lips, so he bent over and kissed her. His friends snickered and cat-called; his girlfriend had a bright flush, and a pleased smile, on her face when he broke the kiss. She looked so cute, particularly her dainty nose. He kissed her again, then turned to start joking with Corey and froze.

Chyna was walking towards him.

He swallowed, and forced himself not to look at her; it took all the concentration he possessed; those tits were almost hypnotic as they swayed beneath her sweater. The busty coed walked by and dropped a pair of red panties, sticky with his cum and her juices, in front of him, then kept on walking. Everyone at the table gaped at her.

“What the fuck!” exclaimed Christy. “What a slut!”

Kyle risked a quick glance; Chyna was walking calmly down a hallway towards the bathrooms. His cock was rock. He had to follower her, had to fuck her juicy cunt again. He couldn't fight it. He was enchanted by her lush beauty. His love for his girlfriend warred with his overwhelming desire for the coed.

“Is that cum on them?” Corey asked, making a face.

Britney fixed her green eyes on Kyle through her thick glasses.

“What a slut,” muttered Christy, pushing it off the table with her lunch tray. “I've lost my appetite.”

“Yeah, me too,” Kyle muttered. “I got to use the restroom. It's...you know.”

“Oh, of course.” She kissed him. He felt guilty. “Feel better, Kyle.”

“Yeah.” He pushed up from the table and headed towards the hallway, following Chyna. He saw her smile, toying with her pigtails, her huge tits straining that delightful cashmere sweater, then she disappeared into the janitor's supply closet next to the bathroom. Kyle was too horny to care if anyone saw him, or what would happen if they were caught.

She was leaning against a large, stainless steel sink, her bubbly ass facing him. She gave it a wiggle, and smiled over her shoulder at him. That ass was amazing. After fucking Megan's ass last night, he was eager for a second taste.
Why not hers? She's slutty enough.

“I need your cock, Kyle,” she purred.

“I want to fuck your ass.”

She bit her lip. “Don't you want to fuck my juicy, fertile cunt?”

He did want to pump his cum inside her fertile, unprotected pussy, but he also wanted to fuck her ass. He had a taste for anal now, and he wanted more. “What if I fucked your butt, then finished in your cunt?”

She beamed. “That sounds great. Stick your cock in my messy pussy so it'll be nice and lubed.”

“You ever been fucked in the ass?”

“I've been fucked in every which way,” she purred.

Her pussy was sopping wet, and he was dripping with a mix of juices and cum when he pulled out. He lifted her skirt, tucking it into her waist band, exposing her dusky cheeks. They were beautiful and perfect, round and perky. His dick prodded the smooth surface, dimpling her right asscheek and leaving a smear of juices. She reached behind him and spread herself open. A dark, wrinkled hole winked at him.

Sorry, Christy,
he thought, pushing down that guilt, and dove into Chyna's ass.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned as he sank in her.

Warm. Velvet. Tight. He was in heaven. Chyna's ass was tighter than her cunt, Aaliyah's virgin pussy, and Megan's ass, and he had to thrust hard to work his cock in and out. He reached around her, pushing up her cashmere sweater and groping her breasts through her bra. They felt spongy in his hands and he pushed her bra cups up.

“Pinch my nipples!” she gasped, pushing her ass back. “Oh, yes, Kyle! I love it! You drive me wild! I'll do anything for your cock!”

“What?” he asked.

“I'm yours!” Chyna gasped.

A voice in his mind screamed that something was wrong, no woman should act this way. Her ass felt too amazing to listen to anything approaching reason. “Yes, you're mine!” he grunted. “All mine!”

She screamed; her ass clenched on his cock; her body convulsed. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, her velvety ass milking his cock. He fucked her faster and faster, his balls boiling as they slapped into her cunt.

“I'm your whore!” she groaned. “I'll serve you, Kyle! In anyway! Just keep fucking me! Keep making me cum!”

“You're my slut!” Kyle declared, his balls tightening. His cum was nearing, but couldn't jizz in her ass. He needed to flood her fertile cunt with his seed.

He pulled his filthy cock out and shoved it into her cunt. She gasped again, arching her back. She came again, howling wordlessly. The massaging pressure was too much, and he flooded her fertile cunt.
She's going to get pregnant!
he thought.
She'll look so radiant with her round belly, begging to be fucked!

“What's wrong with me?” he whispered as he leaned against Chyna.
What did you do to me Aaliyah?

“You feel fine to me,” purred Chyna, leaning over her shoulder and kissing his cheek. “You feel more than fine. Have you ever had a titty fuck?”

Christy's waiting for you to get back, you can't do this!

“No.”

She smiled. “You'll love it. Your cock all nice and slicked with my juices. It'll be perfect!”

He was still hard, engulfed in her warm cunt. He pulled out, shuddering as his sensitive head rubbed through her flesh. He sat down on a foot ladder. He had to leave before Christy caught him, he had been gone too long as it was, but his cock needed this too much. Chyna pulled her sweater and bra off, kneeling before him, staring up so worshipfully at him. Her tits were wonderful, large, round, with nipples as thick as Kyle's pinky.

“I love your cock!” she purred, sandwiching it between her thick tits.

The door banged open, and Kyle froze. “Christy, I can explain!”

To be continued...

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