The Devil Made Me Do It ((LitShark & Curious_Muse))

[Curious_Muse]

Kylie was lying on her bed and scrolling through her friends’ feeds, listening to music – sad love songs, mostly. This had been a fucking strange day, after a fucking strange night. After Wes getting hurt. After her parents…she shook her head and kept looking though the pictures, desperate for distraction. A party in the Dairy Queen parking lot. Kylie had never been to one of those, because her dad never let her. She scoffed. Why did he never allow her to have any fun? It was as if he couldn’t accept that she was grown up, and not his little girl anymore. His own fucking team was living it up every weekend, and she was at home, alone, like a sad sack loser.

She stared at the pics of Marcus, his arms around two girls from the cheer team. Both girls from her class. They must have parents who wanted them to have a life. Javier downing a wine cooler. A few girls she didn’t know taking a selfie on the back of a pick-up truck.

Her mind wandered back to the volleyball match and to what had happened there. The strange visions. Jake. Her cheeks flushed a little when she thought of him. He was so hot. Not the boy from her dreams, no, but he probably wasn’t real anyway.

Jake was. And he had told her, confessed, that he had always had a crush on her. Kylie smiled quietly, a happy little flutter stirring inside her. Jake Myers thought that she was…sexy. The flutter grew into wildly beating butterfly wings.

Her phone pinged with an incoming message. It was from Alice. “Hey girl, wanna come over for a movie at mine? A few of the guys from church will come.” Then another: “Jake will be there.” A string of winks and hearts after that one. Kylie didn’t need to think twice. She didn’t give a damn what her dad thought of that, and besides, he hadn’t even come home yet. “Absolutely !” she replied.

It took her all of five minutes to put on the cute dress Mary, Alice and her had bought a few weeks ago. Not slutty, no, but it nicely accentuated her figure and showed a bit of cleavage. Just a bit of mascara and lipstick. A splash of perfume.

She ran down the stairs, stuck her head into the living room, where her mom was still on the phone with one of her friends and said: “I’m going to see a movie at Alice’s house. I’ll be back before curfew.”

***

Her hesitation lasted only for the fraction of a second before Emma melted into the pastor’s embrace. The feather-light touch of his fingertips tracing her back was enough to send electric currents of desire through her. His kiss was both possessive and romantic – perfect, like she imagined them to be in the romance novels she so enjoyed reading.

He smelled of pink pepper and hints of neroli. Of, for lack of a better word, sin. His lips were the most delicious thing she could remember tasting, and she could not help but kiss him back breathlessly. Already, her hands were untucking the hem of his shirt, hungry for the feel of hot, naked skin. Nothing existed anymore but her and him, together in this shop on a warm Saturday afternoon. A soft whimper escaped her, muffled by his kiss and she clung to him, desperate, shivering with need. Nothing – not Wes, not her nightly fantasies of random boys from school, not even her mind-blowing fuck with Damien, none of it came even close to the way his touch ignited all her senses.

That was why she didn’t immediately hear the little tin bells when the shop door opened, but when Colin entered the shop, a strange, discordant hum ripped through the air and she broke the kiss, suddenly shocked and embarrassed. What had she been thinking? For a moment, she stared at Pastor Hawthorne, his mussed-up hair, his kissable lips, his eyes…goddammit what was wrong with her? She wanted to mumble an apology, but the words would not come. She shook her head and looked up at Colin and a slightly older guy standing next to him. They both looked like absolute shit, but this barely registered through her white-hot shame.

“Colin! Hi! I…I…we…we were looking for you. Something very bad has happened.” Emma stepped away from the pastor, albeit hesitantly, to walk toward her classmate. Her face felt flushed, and she realised that the straps of her dress had slid down her arms. What would they all think of her? “And this…this…I guess this has to do with that, too,” she stammered, vaguely pointing at the pastor and herself. “Because you know…last night? I think I made a terrible, terrible mistake.”

And finally the tears were coming, the shock, the fatigue, the longing, the bone-crushing desire – it was all too much. “Colin…,” she sobbed. “I think I set the devil free last night!”

***

Rachel was sitting in the car, chewing gum, and tapping her fingers on the steering wheel in rhythm with the Rema song playing on the radio. She was in an excellent mood, her pussy and ass in sweet agony, her heart full of pride. She had just bagged the coach and knew this was just the beginning of an exciting ride. And Damien – hot, perfect Damien, the new superstar in town – was sitting in the passenger seat next to her.

The only thing that marred this picture were the two girls in the backseat. They were both way too low in the school’s pecking order for Rachel to really know their names, and Damien had introduced them only with their slut tags. Fine, whatever, she didn’t care which bitches he fucked, but she was a little anxious to be seen with them in her car on a Saturday night.

Pointing over her shoulder with her thumb, she asked him, without looking up from the road: “Did we have to bring this freak parade?” She also didn’t understand why they had to stop at the fucking bookstore before finally hitting the party, but was too smart to question Damien’s reasons. It was enough for her to know that he had reasons for it, even if that fucking store was a good twenty-minute drive from the sports complex if all the lights were green.

Bunny rolled her eyes. She resisted the urge to lean forward and pull back on the annoying cheer bitch’s ponytail, to show her just how freaky she could be. That could wait. Kitty sat looking out the window, lost in thought. Bunny wondered if she felt the same low, nervous hum in the pit of her stomach with every mile they came closer to the Adult Bookstore.

***

Hannah Owens put down the receiver and took a sip from the glass of white wine she had poured for herself. She had been so distracted that she had barely heard her daughter leave. For almost two years, one of her best friends in town, Janet Tran, had pestered her about trying out “the lifestyle” with her and her husband Rick. Swore that it had put their stale marriage back on track, that thanks to fucking other people’s spouses, in front of each other, they were now better than ever. For two years, Hannah had scoffed at that, somewhat embarrassed, and laughed off these attempts.

Last night had changed that. The memory of Glen fucking her like that made her skin hum and her pussy tighten in anticipation. What if they did try it? Just now, on the phone, Janet had tried again to convince her. And Hannah couldn’t even blame her – who wouldn’t want to get her hands on her fine husband? And strangely the thought didn’t make her mad. On the contrary, it aroused her. A lot.

She had never dared to bring it up to Glen, not after one drunken night when they had both uncomfortably laughed about it and then never mentioned it again. But now…she decided that she would sit him down and give it another try.

 

[LitShark]

Glen had been delayed by some unexpected mopping before he could leave. Some prankster had left the showers running for God-knows-how-long and he had to get everything dry before he could head home. Since he was already running late, he’d stopped at the flower shop to buy a small bouquet of wildflowers for his wife. He also got a smaller bundle of daisies for Kylie, eager to build capital in case the rumor mill at school got wind of what had happened in his office.

He sighed to himself.

It had happened. Glen wasn’t sure at all what had possessed him. He cheated on his wife—and perhaps even worse, committed his rainy day fund to a points shaving scheme that he knew damn well was a felony.

After taking a moment in the car to muster his courage, Glen screwed on a politician’s smile and carried his bundles of flowers into the house.

“Where are my beautiful girls?” Glen called out, wrapping his arm around Hannah when he saw her and kissing her, “here’s the most beautiful. Where’s our beautiful offspring?”

Glen handed the bundle of wildflowers eagerly into Hanna’s arms before suddenly kissing the nape of her neck again and again. He was numb to the idea that it was suspicious that he was trying so hard.

“I picked up some daisies for her.”

*-*-*

“That’s how we do!” Marcus boasted, spiking the still foamy can of shotgun pierced beer onto the parking lot asphalt.

Javier finished his shotgun second and tossed his can down angrily. Jake was filming for Marcus’ Tik Tok. They had covered the beer labels and hashtagged it “PepsiChug” which was enough to thwart the dreaded algorithm from shadow-banning them.

“C’mon, Jake. Do one with us!” Marcus grinned, nabbing another cold Lite Beer and tossing it to Jake.

“Nah, I can’t. I’m still supposed to go kick it with the church girls later—but they probably won’t go late. Give me a rain check.” Jake tossed the can back, which Marcus deflected artfully over to Javier who cracked it open eagerly.

“Sounds like a cock tease to me,” Marcus smirked, opening himself another beer, “what about us? Who has a spot?”

Javier and the girls all shrugged. All of them lived with their parents.

“Damnit…” Marcus sighed, taking his phone back from Jake and scrolling his contacts, “any chance the Church girls are vulnerable to a take-over?”

“Oh… no… no, no, no…” Jake was mumbling.

“Oh yes!” Javier weighed in, jumping down from the truck bed to corner Jake, “yes, yes, yes!”

“Let’s get some Church Pussy! Arooooo!” Marcus leaned his head back and howled like a feral dog.

“Aroooooo!” Javier joined in.

“Fucking wolfpack…” Jake groaned, reluctantly joining in at last, “arooooooo!”

*-*-*

“Oh well boo-hoo-hoo,” Damien sneered, his shadow darkening the light coming in from the door, the girls on either side of him completing the effect of plunging the others inside the store into shadow, “what a fucking pity party. Girls, go shop.”

Damien smacked Bunny and Kitty on their asses, sending them into the store.

“Whoever puts together the cutest outfit will win a prize,” Damien strode through the doorway, he stopped, looked from Emma to the Pastor and back again, sniffing the air, “it stinks like sex in here.”

“Get away from her!” Colin stepped in front of Emma, his protective instinct overriding his common sense, “you’re not welcome here.”

Miguel, on the other hand, having felt Damien’s strength first-hand, shirked the immediate conflict, instead moving to his girlfriend, grabbing her shoulders and trying desperately to look into her eyes.

“Lynn! Baby, it’s me. Lynn! I know you’re in there, please!” He tried to kiss her but she seemed not to want it, “baby, please look at me!”

“Welcome? Oh dear… I’m not welcome. Maybe I’ll cry about it, like her. Or maybe I’ll just crush you like a bug—”

In a flash, Damien snatched Colin’s arm by the wrist and turned it over, doubling him at the waist and extracting a really quite pathetic cry from him. Damien locked eyes with Emma.

“What do you think? Should I break his arm?”

“Ahhhhh!” Colin screamed, his voice pitchy and embarrassing.

“Maybe I will. He stood up to me—and you, you brought this priest here? Yes, I think I need to make an example.”

“Ahhhhhhhh!!! No!” Colin groaned, now he was crying as his arm was twisted back even further, turned straight and on the verge of catastrophic failure. Colin had never known a pain like this in his entire life until this point. He’d often considered his emotional pain from his relationship with his mom, being bullied at school, being an outcast—he’d thought that was the worst pain there was. But he was wrong. This pain, this was worse.

The whole building smelled like a forest fire and toasted marshmallows.

“Standing there, with your pussy all wet… Show it to me. Lift up your dress and show me your pussy, otherwise I’m going to break Prince Charming’s arm in six places.”

Damien liked the number six.

Earlier…

Damien thumbed through the money, counting and scheming. He was listening to what Rachel was saying, until she mentioned the others. He set the cash down inside the team gym bag that had been part of his team gear.

“Listen, you did good back there, and I like you,” Damien’s hand fell possessively on Rachel’s thigh and moved up her leg persistently, “but make no mistake, if you’re with me, you’re a part of the ‘freak parade.’ If you’re against me…”

In the pause, he glanced back at his pets and grinned.

“You don’t want to be against me.”

As they pulled up to the Adult Bookstore, Damien was surprised to find so many vehicles in the parking lot. It seemed an unlikely place for his enemies to collect themselves, but collected they were. Not an ideal time for questionable loyalty.

“I’ll give you a minute to sort out where your loyalties lie. We’ll be inside,” Damien opened his door, lifting Bunny up from the back seat of the convertible and then Kitty after her.

 

[Curious_Muse]

“Kylie, you look so pretty!” Alicia was filling popcorn in a big glass bowl. “Jake will get all googly-eyed when he sees you!” Mary snorted. “He does anyway. Did you not see him at today’s game? Like a little puppy dog.”

Kylie felt herself blush. “An extremely cute puppy dog,” she mumbled. “He could have any girl in school, why would he want me?”

Alicia gave her a playful slap on the back of her head. “Oh shush. Because you’re you, of course! He doesn’t want an airhead from the cheer team. He has class.” Mary nodded emphatically. “And besides, you’re the most prized catch of all. You’re forbidden fruit!”

“I am?” Kylie chuckled. “Because of my dad? Why does everyone think that?”

“Because it’s true. What do you think the coach would do to the player who plucks his little girl?”

“Alicia! Nobody will ‘pluck’ anything,” Mary shrieked. “We’re gonna watch a movie. Something civilized and art-housey, and then we’re all gonna go to our own homes and our own beds.”

“We’ll see,” her friend answered distractedly, looking at her phone. “Emma was supposed to come and crash at ours tonight, but I haven’t heard back. I guess she’ll show up later.”

Kylie sighed. It wasn’t that she disliked Emma, not really, but she had hoped for a bit of respite from the popular cheer bitch crowd tonight. Especially if Jake was going to be there. She was convinced that Emma could snatch him away from her at the blink of an eye if she so chose. But she wasn’t going to admit to that in front of Mary and Alicia. “Where are your parents tonight anyway?”

Alicia winked at her. “They went over to the Tran’s for dinner or something. That means they’ll be home really, really late.”

***

Bunny felt uncomfortable walking into the shop and clearly, Kitty did, too. The place felt hostile. Threatening. Just like the boys inside. Just like that fucking priest. Only the cheerleader had a tasty little feel to her. She smelled good, like something that already belonged to them.

She hissed when she saw the talismans the boys were wearing around their necks. Why had Damien brought them here? This was not a fun place. It became even less fun when one of the boys rushed at her, his eyes wide and full of weakness. Full of squishy, nasty love and sorrow.

“Baby?” Bunny scoffed at him. “Baby??” She lifted her eyebrows and made a mock pity face. “Are you looking for your BABY, loser?” She kicked him hard in the groin, her boot connecting with soft flesh. “Get away from me, or I will rip it off next time.”

Kitty had skulked away to browse the shelves for a fitting costume. She liked the corsets. The black silk and lace. They looked fancy. Humming a little song, she walked along the racks with the leather outfits, the high heels, and wondered what Damien would like best. His was the only opinion she cared about, after all.

***

Rachel sat in her car, listening to the music, blowing a chewing gum bubble and letting it pop. Thinking. No, she really didn’t want to be against Damien, that was for fucking sure. The freaks he had chosen to surround himself with, however, were unacceptable. How could someone that awesome have so little experience in reading the social cues of your average high school? Did his old school somehow not have them?

The smartest thing was to come along, keep the necessary distance from the freaks, and cut them out of the circle as soon as she was able. Jesus, he could have any pussy in town, and he chose those these bitches? She would find a way to stop his downward momentum on the social ladder of Salem High. But that was a task for later.

With a sigh, she got out of the car. From the parking lot, she couldn’t see anything through the shop windows, but she had spotted Emma’s car in the lot. Intriguing. Spitting her gum onto the pavement, she walked to the shop door. Unbelievable, really, that this was the second time today that she showed up in freak town.

When she walked into the shop, however, her mood lifted immediately. “No!” she said in mock outrage. “What do we have here?”

Emma stood in the middle of the room, somewhat randomly between the priest of her church and another dude she couldn’t immediately place. She was shaking, clearly afraid. Damien had Colin in what looked like a very painful arm twist. It must have hurt a lot because the little jerk was shrieking like a girl.

But the most fucked up bit of this arrangement was that Emma had lifted the skirt of her summer dress, showing everyone in the room her trimmed little pussy. She was crying, sure, so this wasn’t as hot a sight as it could have been, but Rachel enjoyed it nevertheless. Who would have thought that the prim school darling had it in her?

“What are you doing, Ems? In front of all these boys? And your priest? You really have no shame, do you? Poor Wes.”

“Please”, Emma sobbed, to no one in particular. It really was priceless.

Nonchalantly Rachel held up her phone and shot a few pics. Who would believe her otherwise?

***

“You’re in a good mood, babe!” Hannah giggled at her husband’s affectionate words and touch. “Was it a good training session then? All ready for the next game?”

Hannah was already a bit tipsy, and seeing her husband come in, looking buff and a little disheveled from what had apparently been a tiring Saturday afternoon, she felt the familiar-again tingle in her belly. She took the second bunch of flowers from his hand. “Daisies! That’s sweet, she’ll love that.” Rummaging in her shelf for two fitting vases, she added over her shoulder: “Kylie went over to Alicia’s house to watch a movie with the girls there.”

After having taken care of the flowers, she maneuvered Glen toward the couch in the living room. “That means we’ll have the evening all to ourselves.” She poured him a generous glass of wine and handed it to him. “Janet just called.”

There was brief pause. Hannah took a sip of her wine. Cleared her throat. Smiled sweetly at her husband and felt her cheeks heat up a little. God, he was gorgeous. She tried to conjure up an image of him fucking Janet. Or any of the other two women Janet had told her would be there. It still felt a bit strange. A bit off. But the edge of excitement was undeniably there.

“She said that they’re having a little get-together at theirs.” Hannah wondered if he would bite. “Nothing big. The Bowers’ will be there. You know…Rachel’s mom and dad?” She bit her lip. “I think it could be fun to go. Don’t you?”

***

Kylie jumped at the sound of the doorbell. She could not deny her excitement. If Jake had been honest with her this afternoon, she had a real shot at her first kiss tonight. Or more. She didn’t care what her dad thought.

“You go get the door!” Alicia shouted from the kitchen, where she was putting a few wine coolers in the fridge. “It’s probably Jake!”

Kylie took a deep breath, arranged her face into a sweet smile, and opened the front door. It was not quite what she had expected.

 

[LitShark]

Glen sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger as his wife rattled off her plans for the night. It was just his luck that tonight was the night that Hannah wanted to dip their toes into the swingers’ pool with the Trans like he’d been subtly hinting at for weeks now. Tonight, when he’d been promised a bounty of teenaged flesh by the girl whose parents were hosting the dinner in question.

It ought to have been a difficult choice, but Glen had teen pussy on the brain.

“Babe, it wasn’t all sunshine at practice. I may have found a new quarterback, but all the plays are designed for Wes to run the offense. I’ve gotta condense my whole playbook down to a wristband as well as invent a whole wildcat package. I just came back to share dinner with my family, but since that’s apparently too much to expect, I ought to grab something from a drive through and get back to work.”

Glen realized that he was probably starting a fight by bailing on this dinner that his wife had apparently volunteered him for, but he was more interested in who he could fuck with Rachel’s help. He’d always secretly wanted to fuck Emma, Wes’ girlfriend—but with Rachel’s help, he might even get someone he’d never even imagined.

“I’m sorry, hun,” with some effort he was in the process of extricating himself from Hannah’s affectionate pawing on the couch, “I should get back to it.”

*-*-*

“Oh! Damn!” Marcus’ eyes landed on Kylie’s chest before her face—he didn’t recognize those titties! Marcus prided himself on knowing the exact measurements and mouthfeel of every set of tits in his grade, but these tits were altogether unfamiliar. The mystery was short-lived, though, as his eyes moved up to her face, “Coach’s Kid! Hey!”

Marcus performed an expert spin move around Kylie and into the house, like he was shaking off a defender. Marcus and Kylie had been in the same grade since middle school, but he’d known her only as ‘Coach’s Kid.’ Football was Marcus’ ticket out of this hellish town, so he never even allowed himself to think of Kylie as a sexual being until just that moment.

“There they are! Flat-butt beauties, let me introduce you both to John Wick—Baba Yaga if you’re nasty!” Marcus imitated some gun fu moves from the DVD that he was using like an axe to pantomime chopping up Alicia and Mary.

“I’m so sorry. I picked up some clingers,” Jake on the other hand, let his eyes just casually sweep over Kylie’s body, appreciating her appearance and out-of-character flash of skin. He hugged her, intimately but respectfully as Javier slipped in behind him with the beer.

“Is that popcorn I smell?” Javier asked, smirking.

With the pretense of checking on the popcorn, Javier opened the fridge and started loading it up with beers. The invasion was under way.

“I hope you don’t mind, we invited a few more friends to come join us. They should be here any moment.”

The door had scarcely closed behind Javier that the doorbell rang again.

*-*-*

For Damien, the events unfolding in front of him were like punchlines in a comedy show. The guy who had dared to attack him in the parking lot was getting kicked in the balls. The other one, Colin was still squirming and whining while Emma was weeping openly. Rachel’s arrival only made the situation more comical as she took a photograph for evidence.

Tired of the façade of blackmail, Damien released Colin’s arms and shoved him away, the force sufficient to send him crashing into a rack of DVD’s apparently all categorized as “Barely Legal” judging by the cardboard sign that was pinned to the top of the rack before it crashed over.

Damien tapped his chin, curious how he wanted to occupy himself until the others finished their shopping.

“As I thought. Wetter than a slaughterhouse floor. Were you… with him?” Damien’s eyebrows went up as his gaze moved to the Pastor who seemed frozen in fright, but his cock was still betraying him, standing out straight against his trousers.

“Well… I think you ought to take responsibility. Finish what you started. Go on! Eat that muff and make her cum. If you don’t… I will…”

To add texture to his threat, Damien grabbed a massive, silicone fist from one of the shelves, gesturing to Emma’s wet pussy.

“And I might not want to stop.”

“Okay! I’ll do it. Just please, stop hurting these kids.”

Pastor Hawthorne held out his hand like a hostage negotiator, kneeling down in front of Emma, sliding his hands around her athletic thighs as he leaned forward, opening his mouth to slide his tongue into her slowly and drag forward. The angle was awkward, but as Hawthorne leaned his head back, he was able to slide his tongue deeper.

Damien draped his arm around Rachel’s shoulders.

“For the love of God,” Damien grinned, not using the expression as it was intended, more like a haiku to describe the scene unfolding before him as the pastor suckled on the cheerleader’s clit, “didn’t I tell you that you were on the right side?”

 

[Curious_Muse]

This was pretty shocking, even for Rachel, but she could not deny how much the unfolding scene turned her on. Emma fucking Jenkins, seduced by her own priest, and in public, too. Delicious.

She didn’t go to the same church as Emma – her parents were both Methodists, sort of – but she had of course seen Pastor Hawthorne around town and, like probably every girl in Salem, had fantasized about him a little. Rachel had never understood why someone who looked like Hawthorne would want to work for the decidedly more boring side.

Judging by Emma’s desperate little whimpers and moans, he was good at eating pussy, too.

Rachel snuggled into Damien’s arm. “I am so glad I met you,” she whispered, transfixed. She didn’t want to break the hot priest’s concentration, and even though her clit had started throbbing uncomfortably, she did not move a muscle. This was Emma’s moment – that haughty little bitch’s moment of utter debasement – and Rachel would not spoil that with giving in to her own growing horniness. But she would get cock tonight, needed cock tonight, and she knew it would be one of the more spectacular Saturday nights in Salem.

She almost held her breath as not to miss anything, as the wet slurping and Emma’s growing cries of pleasure announced her approaching climax. By God indeed. That man seemed to be fueled by the divine spirit himself. Emma was on tiptoes, her fingers in his hair, one of her slim legs draped over his shoulder, helplessly jerking her hips in his grip.

Any moment now.

Rachel centered her camera phone on Emma’s pretty face and her tits.

***

Alicia looked helplessly around the living room. This had not quite been the plan. A bunch of Jake’s teammates were draped on sofas and chairs, there were a few girls she knew from school, some of them from the cheer squad, and some she had never seen before in Salem. Empty beer cans already littered almost every surface from the couch table to the bookshelves lining the walls.

It was pretty obvious that Mary would neither get her arthouse movie, nor her civilized fun tonight. Someone had brought portable speakers, and the bass of the music throbbed against the walls. She could only hope that their neighbors weren’t home, or that they didn’t care. Her parents would kill her.

The doorbell rang again.

Mary stood in the doorframe to the kitchen, shrugging at Alicia, just as much at a loss at what to do than she had been.

Javier already had a giggling chick trapped against the wall, kissing her, feeling her up. One girl was sitting on one of the guy’s laps in only her bra and cheerleading skirt, grinding against him. And Mary had warned her that she had seen some kids make their way upstairs, to the bedrooms. For a moment Alicia was wondering if she should just hand Jake the keys and let things run their course without her. But then there was Kylie. She was the only one who didn’t seem to be completely at a loss. Standing next to Jake, she was holding a red plastic cup and laughing, enjoying the attention she was getting. Another guy from then football team was leaning down and whispered something in her ear, making her giggle. Alicia decided that it would be wise to take on the thankless task of cockblocker tonight.

***

“Too much to ask?” Hannah’s voice was dangerously low and calm, a telltale sign that she was very pissed off. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Anger broiled in her like a gathering storm. Where did he get off? Spending almost every weekend, every evening with his precious fucking team, devising game tactics and plans for a fucking high school football team, and having the gall to come at her for giving him – finally giving him what he had seemed to want for months? Part of her wanted to fight, wanted to scream at him, wanted to let it all out. Usually, when they fought like this, the sex afterwards was amazing.

But why waste such a precious evening?

“Suit yourself,” she said cooly, starting to put on her shoes and a light jacket. “I’ll tell Janet that you had to work.” Because if he wanted to spend his Saturday nights at his desk, he was welcome to do that. She had had enough of sitting on the couch and waiting for him to come home, weekend after fucking weekend. Why not let other men - and women - cater to her needs for a change? The thought was somehow more exciting, now that it felt like revenge.

At the door she turned around to him. “And I’ll tell Paul Bowers that you say hi.”

 

[LitShark]

Glen’s jaw fell open when Hannah came back at him harder than he’d anticipated. This was apparently more important to her than he realized—or did she actually suspect something? Did she know that he’d been busy fucking a teenaged cheerleader instead of designing plays? Did she suspect that he was blowing her off now for more of the same? It was suspicious, if he really thought about it. Blowing off a chance to swing with Janet Tran and the Bowers for work was a terrible misalignment of his priorities if true—but it wasn’t.

“Baby, I—I’m sorry, listen—” Glen set the daisies aside, trying to do some damage control, but it was already too late.

Paul Bowers.

It wasn’t just that Paul made substantially more money than him, Glen often suspected that his wife desired him—regardless of any arrangement or pretense. She was enraged and not listening to him. Glen switched tactics quickly, matching her anger with anger of his own.

“Oh well God forbid that I need to put in some extra work after my starting quarterback breaks his fucking spine! You know Wes is still in a hospital bed and I’ve still got a job to do! It’s not like I’m being overly-dramatic, that kid may never walk again! I owe it to him—to all of them, to do everything I can to win a state title. I can’t take Wes’ pain away, but the least I can do is try and make him feel like it was worth something.”

In that manly way, Glen decided to break something to demonstrate that he was feeling emotions. He punched a hole in the drywall of their living room and immediately regretted it. His fist blooming with sudden and very intense pain.

“Go on then! Whore yourself around the whole block because I’ve got a fucking job to do, you bitch!” the pain in his fist was making him act even more impulsively, deep down he felt himself crossing a line, “just don’t expect me to be your passive, little cuck boy. You want an open relationship all of a sudden, we can open it all the way up!”

The room smelled of burned popcorn despite the fact that no one was cooking. The door slammed and Glen doubled over in pain. He rushed to go put ice on his hand. He’d probably done irreconcilable damage to his marriage, not to mention his hand, but all he could think about was Rachel and who she might introduce him to.

*-*-*

“I’m surprised that you were so surprised!” Jake was smiling, his body turned toward Kylie, communicating interest, “I’ve liked you for a while. I thought I was being pretty obvious about it…”

Jake chuckled, he was usually better than this at flirting, but nonetheless it seemed to be working. In her own way, Kylie was communicating interest and batting her lashes at him and looking up with those startlingly blue eyes. He was a senior now and this was his last season with Coach Owens, which reduced the risk and it was also his last chance to act on these feelings, which added to the reward.

He was just considering engaging her physically when Ryan Clarke, the upstart junior slot wide receiver approached her with brazen intent. He leaned in, sliding a hand onto her hip gently as he whispered into her ear. Jake couldn’t hear it, but he whispered.

“You look incredible tonight. You shouldn’t have to settle for somebody who’s afraid of your dad. I’m not scared. Want to go upstairs?”

*-*-*

Damien was pleased. His pleasure smelled like Saffron and Bergamot as he watched the defrocked priest lapping at the cheerleader’s wet pussy. His tongue made a lewd slapping sound as it thrashed back and forth between her legs. His stubble scraped her inner thighs as his hands grasped her hips to steady her in place. Her juices mixed with his saliva were running down his neck. He looked like he was praying.

When Rachel embraced his arm and pushed herself close, expressing gratitude, Damien decided to reward her loyalty. She was a useful thrall and he wanted her to feel grateful to him.

As Rachel continued to fawn on him, Damien wrapped his muscular arm around her middle, sliding into the front of her spandex shorts and guiding his middle digit to her clit with almost no effort or hesitation.

The pad of his finger coaxed back the hood of her clit and in seconds he was rubbing the bare, exposed cluster of nerve endings while she continued to film the debasement of her rival.

“It didn’t have to be this way, Emma,” Damien smiled, working Rachel’s clit faster and faster as he locked eyes with Emma and spoke to her, “you don’t have to try and oppose me. It’s futile. I own your soul already. All you’re doing is dragging others down with you.”

It was uncharacteristically honest, for the Devil to admit his plan. Not that he expected Emma to absorb much of what he was saying, lost as she was to pleasure. It was an old angler’s trick, to keep the catch on the line, bleeding and thrashing until it attracted bigger fish into the net. A pastor was a very big fish in the context of good versus evil.

Colin was beginning to drag himself up, as was Miguel. Colin moved to try another attack without altering his strategy. Miguel held him back.

“We need to get out of here.” Miguel correctly asserted.

“But… Emma and Lynn!”

“We can’t do anything for them right now. And we’ll never be able to do anything if that thing kills us. We need a new strategy. Emma will survive. So will Jessie—but we need more help. Guns probably. We can’t overpower this thing on our own.”

Colin turned red in frustration, he wanted so badly to be the knight in shining armor, but if Miguel could be rational, even with the love of his life serving the devil, Colin could wait.

“We’ll come back for you, Emma. I promise!”

“Don’t bother,” Damien called back, inserting two fingers into Rachel’s tight, wet pussy while she continued filming.

 

[Curious_Muse]

Rachel almost came on the spot. This boy just knew how to touch her. It was difficult to keep her focus on her camera work.

“Oh God, Damien…,” she breathed. “You truly have the devil’s fingers!” Emma gasped at that, which Rachel found both hilarious and hypocritical: after all, a priest was eating her pussy in front of everyone. There was no need to freak out about playful curses. And Damien seemed to chime in with his own joke, about owning her soul and whatnot.

That guy. Hot and smart and a fucking wizard around a pussy. She couldn’t wait to actually fuck him.

“Oh Jesus…fuck…me!”

Her climax crashed through her like a natural disaster, hard and all-consuming. Rachel almost collapsed in his grip, her knees literally shaking. And maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe not, but Emma seemed to come at the same time, screaming, crying, shaking in the priest’s grip. What a pretty sight that was. It really was too bad that she was such a haughty little bitch, otherwise they could have had good fun together.

Sadly, the video she was going to have to show Wes first thing Monday morning would make that all but impossible.

The priest looked even hotter now, still kneeling, as if in a position of prayer.

“So…what should we do now,” Rachel whispered dreamily. “With this Saturday night?”

***

Kylie didn’t know what to think. This was the first time that she received this kind of attention and the first time that it came from two boys – two hot boys – at once. She glanced at Jake and threw him a questioning look.

“Well…,” she squirmed in Ryan’s grip. “I am not sure if that’s a good idea…but on the other hand, you’re cute.” The truth was, she was a little tipsy, and she felt like finally having the fun she had been denied for ages, and if Ryan was up for it, why not? Well, maybe she was more than just a little tipsy. And while she would have much preferred Jake to be the guy to walk her upstairs, she also wanted him to know that a) she was not the teenager with a desperate crush on him who would wait around forever, and b) she was not, in fact, the shy wallflower he maybe thought she was, but that she could be fun and daring and sexy. She looked at Ryan. “Why not? YOLO, right?”

At that moment, Alicia sidled up to them, throwing one arm around Jake and one around Kylie. “Hi guys, so…what do you think the chances are of winning state this year?” She took a sip from her cup and pretended not to notice the all-around annoyance at her interference. “Kylie’s dad seems pretty convinced that you’ll bring the cup home again.” The mention of the coach had been deliberate. Alicia hoped that this would put the fear of God back into these boys before either of them did something they would regret.

To her surprise, it was Kylie who torpedoed her rescue mission. “Well, Alicia – if anyone wants these boys to win anything this year, they’ll need motivation beyond the football pitch, right?” She gave Ryan a look she hoped was suggestive. “So…you all talk or what?”

***

Hannah was boiling. She had never seen Glen in such a state. And never before had he used violence. Sitting behind the wheel, she waited a few minutes before starting the engine of her car, wondering if it wasn’t smarter to go back in and confront him. If she went to the Tran’s now, she might do something she might regret tomorrow.

Or someone.

Because Hannah was very aware that it had been the mention of Paul that had sent Glen over the edge, and part of her was sorry for her pettiness. Because he was right – Wes was still in the hospital, Glen was probably still in shock, and she should have been more understanding.

But that didn’t give him the right to say the things he had. It just fucking didn’t. Wiping away the angry tears that kept coming, she pulled out of the driveway. She could always excuse herself after dinner, and let Glen calm down a bit in the meantime.

 

[LitShark]

Damien smiled deviously as he brought Rachel to climax at the same moment that Emma reached her own. They were all so very much like marionettes dancing from strings for his amusement, a puppet show of mortals, struggling against the inevitability of his will. He extracted his hand from her shorts, offering his wet fingers to her mouth for sucking before he answered her question.

“Well, I think a party is certainly in order. But first, I believe we have a fashion show to witness,” Damien raised his eyes from Emma and her pastor, seeking out his pets, “Kitty! Bunny! It’s time to show Master what you’ve put together.”

As he waited for his playthings to deliver on their promise of entertainment, he briefly moved his palm down Rachel’s throat to caress her breast in parting. He casually began tossing things into a cart. Many things of this modern world were unrecognizable to Damien—but the things in this store he knew well.

Leather mask, spreader gag, cat-‘o-nine, ball gag, riding crop, bridle, braided silk rope, leather cuffs, leather strap harness, vinyl bodysuit.

Perhaps he’d come back to this place later. There seemed to be lots of useful things that he could use. When he came across something that he didn’t recognize, he began reading. It was a “Sy-bian,” which was apparently some kind of orgasm saddle for women that vibrated intensely both within and without. He quickly decided that he needed one.

“Did you want anything?” Damien asked over his shoulder to Rachel, still selecting items for himself.

Silicone dildo, double-ended dildo, Hitachi wand, rotary vibrator, butt plug, butt plug, butt plug.

*-*-*

Ryan hoped that he didn’t look as shocked as he felt. Kylie Owens was giving him the green light! Not just that. She was revving her engine behind him and flashing her brights. She even called him out in front of everyone! If he blinked now everyone would know that he couldn’t deliver when his endless talking finally paid off.

“All talk? Yeah right!” Ryan mustered as much false bravado as he could and took Kylie’s hand. They rushed upstairs together until they found a bedroom.

Judging by the décor, it was likely Alicia’s room, which all but guaranteed this would be a scandal back at school. Despite his talk, Ryan was a virgin himself. He hit on older girls to get a reputation as a lady’s man, and boy was it paying dividends. Despite his lack of experience with sex, Ryan had “dated” lots of girls. He locked the door behind them and kissed Kylie deeply, pushing her against the wall as his hands closed around her ass cheeks through her black dress.

Kissing was something Ryan felt confident in. He’d had his first kiss in eighth grade and everyone always told him that he was a terrific kisser. He mostly utilized his lips, while being careful not to flex or tense them, keeping things soft. He let the tongue creep in gently, like a new partner cutting in on the dancefloor.

His cock was getting hard against her leg and he pushed it against her, one hand moving up her thigh to wrap her long, athletic leg around his hips.

*-*-*

Paul Bowers was already getting into the spirit of the night.

He already had Janet straddling his lap, grinding against his notoriously huge cock which was growing harder every time she dragged the outline of her pussy against his khaki slacks. She was probably going to leave a wet spot. His large, vein-wrapped hand was around her neck, just below her jaw. He wasn’t choking her, yet. It was a promise of things to come.

Paul loved his wife, but Janet was always so eager to please him. It was no longer a secret among the unofficial swinger’s club that her husband no longer could satisfy her and Paul couldn’t help but please her. Her husband was busy in the kitchen, and his wife was watching them with hungry eyes.

There was chatter that Hannah Owens and maybe even Glen himself might show up. Paul hoped this was true. He’d probably already be inside Janet if he wasn’t hoping to send Hannah to the moon. He was saving his best for the Coach’s wife.

“Sweetheart,” Paul reluctantly broke his kiss with his lover, “could you get the door? I think I heard someone pull up.”

 

[Curious_Muse]

Rachel peered into Damien’s cart and grinned. “You sure know how to party…,” Her phone pinged, and she looked at it, distracted. “But I’m good. I do my shopping online, like all the girls who have their reputation to consider.” It was a message from Teresa. “Oh great,” she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. “Party’s at the church mouse’s house.” Then her face lit up. Apparently, the coach’s kid was there, too. Delicious. The evening had just gotten even more interesting. She’d send Owens a message from the car, after considering the options. After all, she didn’t want to risk busting the party before it had really gotten started, and she wanted to see if she could rally a few of the girls to give the good coach a proper welcome.

“Ready when y’all are,” she said, putting her phone away. “I’m in need of a fucking drink.”

Bunny sidled up to them. She growled at the slutty cheer bitch, but the costume she had found had lightened her sour mood considerably. And ever since the mean priest had gotten down on his knees before Emma, and the two annoying losers had left the store, the atmosphere felt less menacing and much sweeter.

She had not expected this ratty shop to carry custom-made corsets, but maybe the owners had a good eye for secondhand fashion. The lace felt amazing against her naked skin, and the piece accentuated her petite body perfectly. The stockings were only the cherry on the cake.

“Kitty? Baby? It’s your turn,” Bunny purred in the direction of the changing room. “Come out and show us what you got.”

At first, Kitty didn’t dare to walk out of the little cabin in one corner of the shop. Bunny whistled like one would for a frightened cat. The dark-haired girl poked her head out from between the black velvet curtains. "Come on out, sweetheart. I can't wait to admire you!"

"It's so difficult to decide on one!" the girl said shyly. "They're all so very pretty!"

She had chosen a more classic corset, a black lace choker, and black high heels. Bunny whistled. “Babe, all these years hiding in baggy sweaters have been such a fucking waste!” Then she turned to Damien.

“What do you think, Master? Are we presentable?” Her gaze strayed to the crying cheerleader and the priest. “And what are we going to do with these two party poopers?”

***

Kylie barely managed to come up for air. Ryan’s kisses felt heady and sweet and wonderful like her favorite candy. It made her knees go weak and her pussy throb in anticipation, and all she could do was kiss him back, her eyes closed, and her fingers helplessly wrapped around his neck and tangled in his hair. His lips were so soft. So perfect.

And his hard boy body against hers felt amazing, too. Better even than she had imagined in her many fantasies, the many times she had made herself come over images of the boys in her dad’s team. His arms felt good, too. Strong and dominant and as if he knew what he was doing. She moaned softly against his lips and could feel how slick she was getting between her thighs.

And yet there was an edge of doubt she was unable to chase. Suddenly alone in Alicia’s bedroom, with a boy she had practically just met, her courage threatened to desert her. And there was a part of her that was disappointed that Jake hadn’t stopped her. She had hoped that his talk about crushes and feelings had been more than just that – talk. But no matter. Against her leg, she could feel Ryan’s hard cock, and, not having had much experience in the hard-on department, she jerked away from him as if having been stung by a bee.

“Uhm…Ryan?” she said, feeling a little sheepish, hoping that her hesitation didn’t put him off. “I…I…” Kylie didn’t want to admit that she was still a virgin. It felt like such a loser confession. “Can you go slow.? I like to, uhm…to fuck slowly.”

Her heart was beating like a trapped bird in her chest. She had no idea what she was doing.

***

Alicia took a nervous sip of her drink. Fuck. She eyes the stairs. It had been…what? Fifteen minutes? Probably enough for a slut like Ryan to get into Kylie’s pants, and then some. She considered following her friend upstairs but was somehow unable to move. Meanwhile, the party had only gotten raunchier, and for some reason, the living room now smelled like spun sugar and kettle corn, even though nobody was making any. It made her mouth water.

She bit her lip. “So…Jake.” She had always been terrible at small talk, but maybe she could convince the guy to do the right thing and be Kylie’s knight in shining armor. “Ryan’s sure got some nerve, huh? Does he enjoy privileges that the rest of you don’t?” To her distress, she was briefly distracted by Jake’s arms. Those were incredibly good arms to have. Why had she never noticed that before?

***

Hannah was just about to lift her hand to ring the bell when the door opened. It was Nina Bowers, looking stunning in a classy ivory silk blouse and a grey pencil skirt. Hannah had hoped to catch Janet before having to face the other guests, and Nina had always intimidated her a bit.

„Oh, Hannah, you made it!” Nina beamed at her and then looked around, confused and a little disappointed. “You made it, but where is Glen?” Hannah sighed and did her best to plaster on a convincing smile. “Oh, it’s always work, work, work with him. He…he says hi.” It sounded almost convincing. Nina threw her a curious sidelong glance, put her arm around her shoulder, and led her inside.

“I suppose Wes’ accident and the championship must stress him out,” Nina said with an empathetic shrug. “Cammy has obviously canceled as well.” She took Hannah’s bag and coat. “We’ll try to have fun anyway, won’t we? Make it up to you. And darling, you look absolutely amazing. I am so glad you decided to join us.”

Muted laughter and voices drifted in from the living room. Suddenly Hannah felt a little in over her head. She wished Glen was here with her, to back her up and give her the support had always done. She missed his strong arm around her waist, his reassuring presence. The knot in her throat felt uncomfortable and sad. This was supposed to be about Glen and her, after all. This had been a bad idea.

“Ernesto and Inez might also not be able to come. Their sitter’s car broke down or something…you know how it is. But that means it’ll be a more intimate night.” Nina prattled on, either unaware of Hannah’s pensive mood or dead set on lifting her out of it. “What do you want to drink? Come, we’re having G&Ts before dinner.”

There was an enticing smell of caramelized sugar in the air. Hannah wondered if Janet had broken her dieting habits and was preparing dessert. The scent managed to chase some of her worries from her mind. “I’d love one, thank you.” Nina nodded, content. “Go inside. Paul will be so happy to see you.”

When she entered the living room, she saw that Janet was sitting on Paul’s lap, blowing her two kisses. It looked like she had not wanted to wait for dinner to be over to play, which did not bode well for Hannah’s plans to bow out after coffee. Rick was not in the room, but she could hear someone in the kitchen.

She had to admit that she felt a rush of excitement at the sight of Nina’s husband. She loved Glen, but there was something about Paul Bowers she had always found extremely alluring. It wasn’t the money, not really. Paul Bowers had class. With him, she was able to talk about a provocative dance performance she had seen, about choreography, about plays she was interested in. He was interested in her education as a professional ballerina beyond the fantasizing over dexterity and flexibility that men usually did. In short, Paul managed to make her forget that she had moved to the redneck provinces, even if she had done it for love.

And, obviously, Paul was extremely hot, and in a different way than Glen was. She had always wondered about his tastes and kinks in bed, and Janet’s hints and tales of her past encounters with him had only fired up her imagination. The way he smiled at her just then made her go hot all over. She felt…caught.

“I…I thought I’d stay for dinner and leave you to it,” Hannah stammered. Nina arrived with drinks and handed her a cool glass. “Oh, but then you would miss out on all the fun,” Paul’s wife whispered and pulled her closer to herself. “But you can also just watch for a bit. That’s my favorite part.”

Then the doorbell rang again. “Oh”, Nina said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “That must be the Mayfields.”

 

[LitShark]

“You both look breathtaking,” Damien smiled, following Bunny’s gaze to Emma and her ineffectual protector, “we’ll leave them to put themselves together. I think they got the message.”

Damien walked over to Emma, reaching over her to grab a fistful of burgundy, leather slave collars. He whispered so that only she could hear, “you’re wasting your time by opposing me. It doesn’t have to be like this. You could be the life of the party, too.”

Damien gently kissed the top of her head.

He turned back, grabbing a few other things from the shelves.

“You’ve both earned your spots as my cherished pets. Bunny,” Damien slipped a pair of lace bunny ears on her head before gently buckling the supple, leather collar around her neck, “and the winner out our little contest, Kitty—more beautiful than even she ever realized, but I’ve always known it. You’ll get your prize soon.”

A pair of black kitten ears were placed onto Kitty’s head and the matching collar. He pushed his cart toward the door, draping one arm around Rachel’s shoulders. It was becoming increasingly complicated to keep his girls in line—feeling valued and whatever else. He might have to make cuts soon if these girls couldn’t get along with each other.

It was strange to Damien how deeply these social divides cut among these mortals. The cheerleaders against the goths—the in crowd and the outsiders. A timeless struggle, but even in the face of absolute evil, each regarded the other as a threat.

“I assume you know the way,” Damien told Rachel, opening the trunk to load up his haul of new toys and tools.

*-*-*

Even the word, “fuck” seemed to fit crooked in Kylie’s mouth. She really was as innocent as everyone said she was, which only emboldened Ryan. He’d hit on her specifically because of the rumor that she was a virgin. He was certain that she’d shut him down, planning to use that rejection as leverage to slip his way in among the less virtuous girls around school who resented Kylie for all the attention she got.

But now—

Here, alone, with her pinned against the wall and his cock hard, Ryan had no intention of letting her off the hook now that she was caught. He was going to pop her cherry and he was going to tell everyone all about it. How easily she’d agreed, how quickly she was moaning, how she smelled like butterscotch, how her breast felt in his hand…

Even as Kylie was begging off, asking him to “fuck” her slower, Ryan was cupping her breast in his palm. Feeling her up through her uncharacteristically provocative black dress. He squeezed, and pressed with his palm, keeping her pinned against the wall as his index finger on his other hand pressed against her soft, blushing lips, already pink from the aggressive kissing.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh…” Ryan hushed her, “I’ll be so quick. Don’t worry."

His hand moved from her face down to his belt. He unbuckled, unbuttoned and pulled his cock out, sliding the rigid shaft against her inner thigh.

“I’ve got you,” Ryan meant these words to sound reassuring, but with his hand growing increasingly rough it felt vaguely threatening, “don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

Just as it seemed that he might actually force himself on her there came a loud, closed-fist banging on the door.

“Kylie!” Jake had a catch in his voice as he cried out, not realizing how close they still were to the door. He was pounding again, “Kylie, open up, please! I need to talk to you.”

Without even waiting for a reply, Jake started kicking the bottom of the door.

“Fucking asshole!” Ryan flinched back from the wall, releasing Kylie as he rushed to put his hard cock away, “just can’t help himself, he’s so jealous.”

“Kylie, please! Don’t do this!”

*-*-*

When Paul saw Hannah enter the room he broke his kiss—not right away, but deliberately. He tapped Janet’s hip lightly with his palm.

“Pop up a second, Sweetness,” Paul whispered to Janet, getting her to let him up, “the party is getting under way.”

Once he was able to stand, Paul moved over to give Hannah a warm, profound hug. He held her against himself and pressed his stubbled cheek against her neck. His shirt was made of designer silk imported from Japan. Hannah smelled like toasted marshmallows.

“I’m so glad you could make it, dearest,” Paul was big on nicknames, and hugs, he was still hugging her, “Rick’s making duck confit.”

 

[Curious_Muse]

Bunny beamed with pride as she followed Damien out of the shop and back to the parking lot. This little visit had not been as bad as she had feared. Kitty hissed at the priest, then hurried to catch up with them. Her high heels made a sharp clicking noise on the stone floor of the shop.

The parking lot now lay almost deserted, except for Rachel’s and Emma’s car. Apparently, the irritating two losers had left the premises. Finally. Bunny sniffed. The mild, slightly humid night air smelled of moss, of warm asphalt, and of soda pop, but it carried traces of something else: tears, and the tang of fresh blood.

Delicious.

Rachel grinned while opening the driver’s door. “I do know the way.” She watched him unload a truly impressive amount of sex toys into the trunk of her car. “But I need to warn you, babe – we’re going to Alicia’s house.” Rachel rolled her eyes and pointed over her shoulder at the shop, where they had left Emma and the priest behind. “She’s one of his. More uptight than little, naughty Ems, too. I’d wager that she wouldn’t know what half of these are.”

And she’ll have a heart attack when she sees these two, she added silently but was smart enough not to say that out loud.

She wondered how the party had ended up happening at hers in the first place, but then remembered that her mom had told her that Alicia’s parents would join them for dinner at the Trans.

Rachel would have liked to change into something a bit more glamorous but decided that rocking up with Damien would beat an entrance in the Jimmy Choos she had just scored in an online thrift sale.

“Everyone! Hop in, it’s party time, bitches!”

***

“Jake!”

The relief was so physical that her knees actually buckled, and she had to steady herself against the wall for a brief moment before rushing to the door to open it.

“Oh, Jake!” She flung herself into his arms, nuzzling her head into his neck, greedily drinking in his warmth and a whiff of his perfume. Kylie felt confused and pathetic and sad all at the same time. Now Ryan would tell the whole school that she was chickenshit and a freak and he’d be right. She also felt a bit dizzy from the one too many wine coolers she’d had.

And she still felt Ryan’s groping fingers, his hard cock brushing up against her inner thigh, and shuddered.

“Can you get me out of here?” she whispered against his neck. There was no way she’d be able to face the partying crowd after this. “Can you just drive me home? Like, right now?” Tears threatened to come, but she bit them down.

***

Hannah melted into Paul’s embrace. “Hi”, she whispered against his neck, suddenly close to tears. “I’m so happy to see you, too.” He felt good. Solid and gentle and strong. The memory of the vicious fight she had just had with Glen faded in the background as she breathed in his lovely masculine scent, a lovely mix of pink pepper and vetiver. Since his preparations for the state championship, Glen mostly only smelled of shower gel and old gym clothes.

How would his arms feel around her when he did more than just hug her? Hannah knew that it would destroy Glen if she fucked Paul without him being here, but somehow – and scarily – that made it even more appealing. Her resolve to only stay for dinner and then head back home started to melt away. “And I love duck confit,” she chuckled, untangling herself from him, her emotions again under firm control.

“So do we, don’t we, honey?”

Hannah turned around. Jason and Loretta Mayfield had arrived. She would have never, not in a million years, would have thought of either of them as promiscuous. They were avid churchgoers, and she had always thought of Alicia, their daughter, as pretty uptight for her age. But silent waters probably really were the deepest.

“Hi!” Hannah said with a smile still unwilling to venture too far from Paul. “Kylie told me that the girls would take advantage of the empty house tonight.”

***

Emma kneeled on the floor of the deserted shop and barely dared to look at the priest. “Do you believe me now?” Her voice was barely audible. Several thoughts raced through her head, threatening to burn through her synapses. Why was he so good at eating pussy? What would Rachel tell Wes? What did Damien mean when he told her that she could be the life of the party? His kiss still burned on her scalp, and she absentmindedly scratched that spot.

It was hard to believe that he had entered her life only 24 hours earlier. He had thoroughly ruined everything since.

She looked up at Hawthorne from under lowered lashes, still all too aware of how close they had been to fucking before Damien and his train of minions had shown up.

“There must be something we can do, right? Please tell me that there is something we can do to make him go away.”

 

[LitShark]

Damien climbed into the passenger’s seat of Rachel’s Mercedes, pulling Kitty into his lap and allowing Bunny to sit behind him, leaning forward to rub his shoulders and kiss his neck. As they were leaving, Damien realized that Bunny and Kitty’s makeovers made him and Rachel look worse by comparison. Two were dressed for bedroom scandals and two others were in soiled gym clothes. Even smelling as fresh as he did, like dryer sheets and sassafras root—it was something his ego would not suffer.

"Let’s make a pit stop somewhere. I’d like to make a better impression than this. People might mistake us for these beauties’ pets,” Damien chuckled with a charming smile, his hand moving up Kitty’s inner thigh, “you know, this world really fucked you up—but you’re something special. Not that the other one isn’t, but you’re so afraid of your own power. It’s a puzzlement.”

Damien paused, going from speaking to Rachel to specifically speaking to Kitty, when he was addressing her, he let his hand climb higher on her inner thigh. His thumb passed across the outline of her clit and his index finger slipped between the outline of her pussy lips. While Bunny kissed his neck, he turned his head to the side and nibbled on her’s.

He gripped her firmly with the edge of his hand completely seizing control of her pussy.

“When we get to the party,” his words broke like warm waves against her throat, “I want you to fuck someone who isn’t in this car. I want you to blow their mind. Do not fail in this, otherwise I will be disappointed.”

His hand closed tighter and he bit down, just a whisper above the edge of her new collar. He sucked and bit. And left a noticeable hickey by the time they arrived at the Bowers home. When his lips left her neck, his hand moved faster.

“Cum,” one last command before he turned his attention fluidly back to Rachel, not noticing how crowded the street was with cars, “do you think your father might let me borrow some clothes? I can be persuasive.”

*-*-*

Jake’s breath caught in his chest like it was barbed.

Kylie rushed into his arms and collided with his solid frame. He embraced her, felt her mouth against his neck—her BODY pressed against him, expanding and contracting with her frantic breaths. She must have gulped down fifteen breaths before he was able to take the same one he’d been struggling over since the door opened.

He answered her contact in kind, pressing his nose against her neck and breathing in deeply. She smelled like salted caramel.

His cock was instantly hard. It was like all of his fantasies were coming true at once, she wanted him to take her—she didn’t care where! And he wanted to… take her. But he was drunk. Objectively, legally, speculatively, drunk. Even for a shot at being Kylie’s first, Jake wasn’t willing to risk being pulled over and caught driving her around drunk.

Coach actually might kill him.

But he wanted to honor her request, at least as far as the backseat of his truck.

“Come with me,” Jake said, an iron bolt of confidence he scarcely recognized running through the words.

He took her by the hand and rushed downstairs. He didn’t want to drive her anywhere, but he would take her if he got the chance.

*-*-*

“Yeah, hopefully they don’t get into too much trouble on their own,” Jason chuckled in reply to Hannah, “I’m not too worried though. Alicia is a good girl. I get the sense that Kylie is too. Is coach going to join us later? We were just gutted to hear about Wes.”

Paul was less than thrilled at Jason’s interaction with Hannah, who seemed on the verge of being ready to go upstairs with him, even before drinks. Speaking of which…

Paul gave Hannah’s ass a playful swat, not hard enough to make a scene, but a decent how-do-you-do. It let her know that the two of them still had unfinished business.

“Could I get you three some drinks?” Paul was eager to change the subject as paralyzed children tended to be a vibe killing subject at parties, “we just restocked the bar. Even broke the bank on a bottle of Louis thirteen.”

Paul was successful for mid Texas. He owned land, managed several businesses and owned his home as well as a rental property. But even he wasn’t so well off that a five-figure bottle of brandy was a minor thing. He’d been saving it in the hopes that Hannah finally took up the invitation.

“When you taste it, you really can see why it costs so much,” Paul lied through a confident smile.

*-*-*

“I—I—I—” Pastor Hawthorne stuttered as he searched for words, the taste of Emma’s pussy still hot on his tongue.

On his knees, in a den of ill repute, he’d eaten her out and loved it. She had cum. He had too, even though his pants were still on—he had ejaculated when Emma came. Even now, all he wanted to do was continue fucking her.

“I don’t know,” he answered hastily, on his way back to standing, “and I don’t care.”

With his faith broken, Pastor Hawthorne grabbed the sides of Emma’s face and kissed her deeply, his tongue writhing against hers as his hand ran up her slick inner thigh.

 

[Curious_Muse]

Rachel tried very hard not to let her discontent show about Damien’s choice to let the freak with the kitten ears sit on his lap. The other one was massaging his shoulders, and every now and then, she leaned in to kiss his neck and nibble on his skin.

Desperate much?

But Rachel had to admit that the two girls looked hot, and she was relieved when he suggested a pit stop at hers. At least he had sense enough not to let the freaks upstage him at his first Salem High party. Smart choice.

“My house is on this street,” she said to Damien, trying very hard to ignore the kittenish moans of the girl in his lap. “You don’t have to worry about borrowing some clothes. Just take what you like. My dad won’t even notice. And my parents have gone out to have dinner with friends, so we’ll have all the time we need.” Thank God for the Trans and their boring-ass dinner parties, Rachel thought to herself. Despite her bravado, she wouldn’t have dared to rock up with Damien and his parade of freaks at her parents’.

But Damien didn’t listen. Throwing a quick sidelong glance at the couple in the passenger seat, Rachel saw that he had his hand between her legs, moving in firm little circles over her pussy. Rachel could feel her clit throb. Damien’s words – whispered, but loud enough for her to hear – shot straight into her pussy. She would have never admitted it out loud, but Rachel couldn’t wait to see whom Kitty would choose to fuck, and watch it happen. Salem had been vanilla for way too long.

Her phone pinged and she checked the message, first shocked, then chuckling. “Good for you, babe,” she muttered, temporarily oblivious to Kitty’s urgent moans. Rachel hesitated for a moment, then typed a quick message to Coach Owens: “Sorry coach, party’s off for tonight. But I promise to prepare an extra special treat for you on Monday. .” Pressed ‘send’. Better if he wouldn’t walk in on his little darling girl’s cherry being popped by one of his star players, and Rachel certainly didn’t want to cock block Jake if he was up for the task, and her good buddy Eva seemed to think that he might be.

It would be a good party, indeed.

Kitty was moving her hips in Damien’s lap, gasping for air, her eyes closed. Obviously in the throes of a violent orgasm, her fingers digging into his thighs. It was fucking hot. Rachel had trouble concentrating on the road. By the time she pulled into the driveway, her panties were soaked through, and she was so close to cumming herself that her knees were shaking.

All the windows were dark.

She killed the engine and turned around to Damien. “Let’s get some stuff and let’s get out of here.”

***

Kylie didn’t question Jake when he took her by the end and took her down the stairs. She was so relieved, so happy to feel his strong, warm fingers enlaced with hers, that she would have followed him literally anywhere.

“Thank you,” she muttered shyly. “I had hoped that it would be you.” She wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by that, but it somehow seemed to encompass his presence, his decision to come to her rescue, and him taking her out of the house and towards his parked truck. Her legs were still shaking, her skin humming in anticipation. It was clear that he was too drunk to drive, so where was he taking her?

***

Hannah’s eyes widened. She didn’t know much about brandy, but she did know that a bottle of Louis Thirteen was crazy expensive. Apparently, Paul was doing even better than she had thought.

“I’d love one,” she said with a suggestive smile, turning fully toward him. “I’ve always wanted to taste something this…exquisite.” Jason was almost entirely forgotten. There was the faint scent of woodsmoke and cotton candy, which was strange because it was way too hot outside for either.

She reached out for Paul’s hand. “I’ll come with you”, she whispered conspiratorially. “Help you carry the glasses.”

***

Emma wanted to protest but found that she couldn’t. His kisses tasted like wild sea wind and hot roasted almonds. Irresistible. So she let him kiss her, let his tongue invade her willing mouth, her body almost physically aching for him. Shreds of doubt and fear lingered – because if Pastor Hawthorne faltered, what chance did they have of ever defeating the devil? But at the same time, she hurriedly worked the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his naked skin under her fingertips, eager for him to touch her.

The memory of Damien’s words echoed through her mind, his admission that he was powerless against love, and she wondered if that was where her delivery could be found.

But for now, right now, all she wanted was for Hawthorne to take her. To fuck her brains out and to have him love it as much as she would.

 

[LitShark]

Though the designer brands in Paul Bowers’ closet were foreign to Damien, he was able to recognize quality. This was how he came to emerge from Rachel’s parents’ bedroom in a black Armani suit and a charcoal button-up. He emerged smelling like Armani cologne without realizing that was what it was. He looked like a million bucks. Just running his fingers through his hair left it looking professionally styled.

He kept Bunny and Kitty close by while Rachel got changed in her own room.

It was fortunate that Rachel’s father was apparently Damien’s size, because the borrowed clothes fit him perfectly. The line of buttons settling into the long crease in his midsection, from collarbones to naval.

He modeled himself playfully for Kitty and Bunny who seemed to appreciate it, while they waited for Rachel to return.

“What do you think, my pets? Not bad, huh?”

*-*-*

Jake smiled to himself as he led Kylie out toward his raised pickup. Jake’s family wasn’t well-off like the Bowers’ but he’d saved every penny from working at the gas station for five years to afford that beast of a truck and all of its modifications. Raised suspension, extended cab, tinted windows—it was like a temple to deflowering high school virgins.

He pressed a button when they approached and the doors swung smoothly upward, Lamborghini-style doors that Jake had installed the hinges for himself. Like his truck was volunteering for something with a little too much enthusiasm.

“Here, I’ll help you up,” Jake turned to Kylie, grasping her hips through her dress and lifting her up into the back seat, “wait for me.”

After helping Kylie into the passenger’s side of the back seat, Jake scrambled around to the other side and climbed his way inside to join her on the polished, leather material. The inside of Jake’s ride smelled like a new car, despite being over two years in his service. He even had a fragrance plaque hanging from the mirror with the words “NEW CAR” printed across a cardboard pine tree.

With the push of a button, the doors slid back down smoothly and made a stifled click as they locked into place. The dome light came up to glow faintly blue. The roof glowed with thousands of pinprick lights—meant to replicate a starry sky. Another mod borrowed from a Lamborghini.

“Don’t tell, I smuggled some Schnapps out for us,” Jake smiled, taking a long swig of the peppermint flavored liquor. It tasted like candy canes despite being 100 Proof, “here you go.”

Jake passed the small, flask bottle to Kylie with a conspiratorial smile.

While she worked up the gumption to drink the burning liquid, Jake slid his hand up her inner thigh, not hesitating to immediately slip two fingers inside of her panties, stroking her clit gently.

“I hoped that it would be you, too,” Jake wasn’t a virgin, but that wasn’t really relevant at the moment. He’d had a crush on Kylie since intramural soccer when they were ten.

She was wet, Jake moved his fingers faster under the facsimile of the night sky with the whole world blocked out behind heavily tinted windows.

*-*-*

Pastor Hawthorne eagerly shrugged out of his shirt without allowing the kiss to break. He wasn’t thinking, lost in the sheer pleasure of the moment, of the touch of one of his most loyal parishioners. Any and every thought that crossed his mind reminded him how wrong this was—how wicked a thing this was to do—but he was doing it, so it was better not to think.

He would hate himself later.

As his tongue wrestled against hers, he sighed out loud, reaching down to undo his belt while his other hand grasped the back of her head, keeping her fully invested in the kiss—not that any part of her was pulling away.

They had been seen—recorded even. The consequences were coming no matter if or when they stopped. Might as well actually commit the sin since punishment was inevitable. At least this was a handy rationalization at the time.

“Yes,” the pastor gasped as his pants opened and fell from around his hips, freeing his large erection, “yes! Let me fuck you!”

Just this brief interlude broke his hungry kisses, interspersed with deep breaths to refill his lungs. He could still taste her pussy on his tongue. He kissed her neck next, raising her leg with the hand he had undone his pants with. They crashed into a shelf of XXX DVDs from a collection titled “Barely Legal.” The boxes came raining down around them like an avalanche of sexual depravity—and they were a part of it, indistinguishable from the mudslide of smut.

Her pussy was warm and small. He filled her in an instant. There wasn’t even room for all of it, but he jerked his hips forward anyway—supple flesh yielding to make room.

*-*-*

Paul led Hannah into the back room that had been designed as a “Parlour,” for little gatherings like this. The Trans had been the tip-of-the-spear for this increasingly enthusiastic club of married swingers. They had picked up these proclivities from their time spent living in the big city. They moved to Salem to start a family, but only redoubled their efforts living a swinger’s lifestyle, redesigning their largest room to be a purple velvet-lined swinger’s club.

They both removed their shoes before striding onto the plush, padded floor.

Paul poured two crystal tumblers from the ornate bottle of exceptionally expensive liquor. It was a lot for how valuable it was. Paul raised his glass, in the same motion he moved closer to Hannah, pressing his hips against hers.

“To the Lifestyle. No rules, no regrets.” Paul grinned. The consummate competitor, Paul viewed swinging like a competition. He had to be the first to initiate newcomers—had to get them off better than their husbands—to him, this was a bloodsport.

*-*-*

Glen checked his breath against his hand, running his fingers through his short hair.

After Rachel had cancelled, Glen decided to “surprise” his wife by showing up for her little swinger’s club event—but he was very uncomfortable. He’d brought a half-dozen red carnations to help with the apology, but he’d had no idea what to wear without Hannah’s help. He looked like a bum showing up for court in his wrinkled tweed suit and incorrectly knotted tie.

He knocked nervously on the Trans’ front door.

 

[Curious_Muse]

“Magnificent”, Kitty whispered admiringly, while Bunny licked her lips, watching Damien strut into the hallway like a professional runway model. He truly was magnificent, and if she had dared, she would have jumped him right then and there. It was difficult to always hold back, and that stupid bitch Rachel was making them late for the party.

She thought she didn’t care about the cheer slut at all, but when Rachel emerged, walking down the stairs in her designer dress and her heels in shocking fuchsia, even Bunny briefly held her breath. The outfit seemed a bit over the top for a Saturday night high school party in a Texan backwater town, but fuck, that girl suddenly looked damn tasty.

“She’s perfect,” breathed Kitty, holding on to Damien. “Don’t you think that she’s perfect for us?”

***

Kylie coughed. The alcohol burned like liquid fire in her throat, but she took a second swig from the bottle. The warm, fuzzy nothingness that spread from her belly to her head was nice. It made her feel light and airy, almost buoyant.

“Oh Jake…,” she sighed, nuzzling her face against his neck. His skin was warm and soft and taut, and he smelled so good, of a perfume that was vaguely familiar. Expensive. Something she remembered from somewhere. The scent turned her head almost more than the booze did.

And she didn’t protest when his fingers found their way into her panties without delay, jumped a little at first contact, both embarrassed and excited. Would he think she was a slut for being so wet already? Or would he get bored because she had no experience whatsoever?

Unsure of what to do with her hands, she slipped them beneath his shirt. The hardness of his body made her breath hitch in her throat. After years of fantasizing about Jake, about what it would feel like to touch him, the real thing was a million times more intense.

Somewhere in the back of her brain, she wondered if this really was what she wanted. It was so…fast. Kylie had always thought that her first time would be special and romantic and seductive she wouldn’t be able to resist.

But this was not bad, either.

She opened her thighs a bit wider to grant him better access, faintly gyrating her hips against his fingers, still too shy to give in to the pleasure she undeniably felt. Her head was spinning. This was really happening.

“Jake…,” she said softly, her voice more a moan than a whisper. “I…I’ve never…I’m a bit scared.” Still caressing his back and his flat stomach, she felt herself blush. “And I don’t really know what…how to do this.” Her voice trailed off in a small cry of pleasure as his fingers sent shivers of delight through her body.

***

Emma cried out in ecstasy when the pastor buried himself inside her to the hilt, her entire body, every single muscle, surrendering to him. It seemed an odd thing that getting fucked by her own pastor would be as amazing as being fucked by the devil himself, but somehow it made sense, too.

Hawthorne’s width and length stretched her. Made her burn and gasp for more. In some hidden part of her soul, the part that still ached for Wes and that wanted all this to end, she wondered how they would ever get rid of Damien. If they ever could. The devil was supposed to be pain and damnation and eternal hellfire. But what if he brought only relentless, breathtaking pleasure? What then?

The pastor moved in her and her moans became cries. Within seconds she was panting; within a couple of minutes, she was at the brink. When he thrust even deeper inside her tight little pussy, the sensation arced inside her, pussy to heart to brain, and she just couldn’t hold back. The world turned upside down, inside out, and she came, moaning desperately as she clenched around Hawthorne’s cock. And already, pleasure built up inside her again.

***

Hannah chuckled when she saw the kitschy playroom the Trans had so obviously fitted out for this purpose. It also made her blush. She wondered for a moment how often Paul had been here with different women.

What he had done with them. To them. The thought made her shiver with anticipation.

The cool crystal of the glass Paul put in her hand brought her mind back, at least somewhat.

“Wow.” It was all she could say when she first tasted the brandy. It was just liquor! How on earth could anything taste this good? She took another sip and it spread in her stomach like a warm, velvet blanket. When she put the glass down, her eyes met Paul’s expectant gaze and suddenly Hannah felt like on her very first date with a boy. He was so damn good-looking, so confident and so fucking hot. But he was also someone’s – a friend’s – husband and her own was at home, working probably and very likely still seething. The thought made her frown and sit up to create a bit of a distance. Her growing lust, her wish for Paul to fuck her, was more than a little confusing. His kiss still lingered on her lips, and she wanted more but was afraid of what that meant for her and her marriage.

“How long have you and Nina been doing this then?” She was nervous. This felt very intimate, and somehow like a betrayal of her friends who were still downstairs. “How does it work?” She had to laugh about how silly that sounded. “I mean, no regrets and no rules, yeah, but there must be at least some rules, I suppose, right? Janet has told me about these dinners, and I have to admit that it always sounded exciting, but…I imagine there is a sort of…manual? Or something?” She took a quick sip and had to laugh. She was rambling. “It’s not hard to tell that I’ve never done this before, is it?”

***

Janet frowned when the doorbell rang. Everyone was already here, so who could that be? When she opened the door, it was none other than the football coach, looking somewhat disheveled and extremely uncomfortable.

“Glen!” The radiant smile that immediately lit up her face was genuine. She drew him into a hug, enjoying the feel of his hard body through the crumpled suit. Janet had always had an eye on Hannah’s gorgeous husband, and the main reason she had worked her friend so hard to convince her to participate in their evenings was her hot high school coach husband. “Hannah said that you were busy. I’m thrilled that you could make it after all. Come on in, everyone’s already here.”

She led him through the hallway and into the living room, where the rest of the guests – except for Paul and his wife – were enjoying drinks before dinner.

Nina went approached him and took his hands in hers. “Glen! What a wonderful and unexpected surprise. We’re all so devastated about Wes. Rachel is beside herself. How are you holding up through all this?” Her half-smile was nothing short of predatory, even when she showed empathy. Her silk blouse was unbuttoned at the top, granting the casual onlooker a hint of her perfect décolleté.

Janet touched his arm, and let her hand linger a little longer than necessary. “What can I get you to drink, sweetheart?”

 

[Curious_Muse]

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[LitShark]

Damien slipped his arms around his pets as they adored him, Kitty and Bunny. They were very skilled at adoring him, which made them more appealing in turn. He kissed one then the other, tender but not sexual, though they were likely hoping for more.

He smiled at Kitty’s reaction. He was pleased to see them getting along better, but he had no intention of splitting her allegiance.

“She is a useful accomplice, but don’t forget whom you truly serve. Seduce her if you can, but remember that the day may come that she is turned out of my favor. When that day comes, do not risk the same fate befalling you.”

A small kiss on her forehead to make the point a little more gentle before Damien turned back to Rachel.

“You look exquisite,” Damien smiled, reaching out for her hand and gently spinning her so that he might see the whole package put together, “I’m tempted to rip it all off you—but we have a party to get to.”

A light swat landed on Rachel’s firm ass before he offered her his arm.

“Shall we?”

*-*-*

Jake nodded solemnly—only partially understanding what she was saying. Not understanding at all what she needed.

“You want to wait. I understand,” Jake smiled, removing his hand from under her dress and wiping his fingers on his jeans, “I’m in the church too. I’m not a… I mean… I have… but I get it. You want to wait.”

Jake embraced her more respectfully and kissed her again. This time he was gentle, affectionate. This time there was no tongue.

“But… I would like to—I mean, could I—?” Jake was looking away, nervous, “would you be my girlfriend?”

He turned back to look into her hazel eyes, his own eyes sparkling.

*-*-*

“Ohhh God!” Pastor Hawthorne groaned, thrusting his hips again and again into Emma’s taught, firm body.

While one hand cradled the back of her neck, his other hand gripped and squeezed her athletic ass to support her against the force of his thrusting. Each time he lunged forward, more of the plastic DVDs tumbled down around them, like lurid snapshots of the fantasy they were living. Even one of the DVDs seemed to depict the male star dressed in a Catholic priest’s habit.

The depravity of what was happening only increased Hawthorne’s enthusiasm. Perhaps too much as he thrust again hard enough to topple the entire display backwards. He held Emma close to try and insulate her from the worst of the fall, but he couldn’t help from landing on top of her. The particle board shelves shattered and laid flat as they crashed into the ground and his cock surged into her deeper than he’d previously been able to reach.

“God in Heaven!” Hawthorne blasphemed yet again as he began to ejaculate inside of Emma’s tight, teenaged, “barely legal” pussy.

*-*-*

Paul smiled at Hannah’s apparent nervousness. It was charming. She’d always seemed like some gleaming, untouchable oracle of Texas football. The Coach’s wife, beautiful and gleaming and incorruptible. He was touching her now, his hand gently cradling the side of her neck, his index finger slipping into her hair gently.

“The most important thing is that we didn’t do anything until we knew we were ready. We had mentors who helped us, and yeah. Of course there are rules. Pro-active, enthusiastic consent—for starters.”

There was something about the way he said “pro-active, enthusiastic consent,” that made it feel like an incantation. Practiced and full of intention. Like a spell to conjure illicit scenes of the most depraved and “enthusiastic” sex. Like weaponized wokeness to cut through a lifetime of “Good Ol’ Boy” masculinity.

“Also, we look out for one another. Like if someone is having doubts, even if we might be able to push them to action, we let them have time to consider.”

Paul refilled her glass before leaning in to gently kiss her cheek. He would give her some more time. Let her enthusiasm grow. In his experience, it was always worth the wait.

“Let’s get back to the rest of them. I’m sure dinner is almost ready.” Paul gently slipped his arm around her shoulders, leading her gently back to the living room.

*-*-*

Glen smiled at Janet’s obvious encouragement, entering gladly and being less than subtle about his lingering glance down her blouse.

“Yeah, thanks,” Glen nodded, scarcely letting the door close before his hands were on her, “I’m thirsty alright. But not for drinks.”

It was corny, but everyone couldn’t be Paul Anderson.

He almost attacked her, kissing her deeply, aggressively. One hand gripped her firm ass while the other dove into her blouse to squeeze and molest her perky tits. His cock was rock hard. His tongue was in her mouth.

He couldn’t tell if another button fell open of if he ripped it clean off with his aggressive advance, but he didn’t give a fuck. He’d pounded half a bottle of Jack in the car before coming inside. He was a man on a mission.

If Hannah wanted to fuck around the neighborhood, he’d get his share. That was for sure.

 

[Curious_Muse]

Rachel brought the car to a screeching halt in front of Alicia’s house, gripping the steering wheel. She had to bite her lips not to lecture Damien on not spending his social credits too freely, by, say, agreeing to fuck the first anorexic bitch throwing herself at him.

There were rules in Salem High, and so far, he had shown nothing but disdain for them. But Rachel also knew how much he hated being told what to do, even if it was in his own very best interest.

Like every average fucking dude.

So, she forced her lips into a seductive smile and put the car into park. A few people had noticed her little Mercedes and were craning their necks. “Here we are, ladies! Go gentle on them. Half of them are virgins, no matter how loudly they claim the opposite.”

Bunny snorted.

Rachel turned to Damien. “Alrighty. I urgently need a drink. Wanna escort me inside?”

***

Kitty strolled into the living room as if she had done that hundreds of times before. As if the idea of crashing a Salem High party like this wouldn’t have made her nauseous with fear and disgust only yesterday. With her hands on her hips, she scanned the dimly lit parlor, looking for prey. And to her delight, people seemed to both shrink from and try to crowd into her line of sight.

In a corner, stretched out on a comfy chair, she spotted the hot football player who had laughed at her only this afternoon. What was his name again? Martin? Marvin? Marcus? Her lips curled into a smile, as she made a beeline for him. There was a girl in his lap, but she was inconsequential.

“Hey handsome”, she purred, as if the cheerleader grinding herself into his crotch wasn’t even there. “I can do what she does, but better. Do you want me to prove it to you?”

***

“Oh…” Kylie put her hand on her lips, afraid that she had sounded disappointed when she was really mostly very confused. The heat spreading through her, from the booze and his sweet caresses, felt so comforting. She didn’t want it to stop. Her hands fell away from his chest, and she curled herself closer against him, eager to prove to him that she wasn’t that eager a slut.

He was so very handsome. Her eyes darted across his face, taking in all of it. “Yeah!” she beamed, cupping his head. “I would love to be your girlfriend.” She drew him into a shy, unsure kiss to muzzle the question that had been on her lips. What about her dad?

***

“Oh…oh, my GOD!” Emma joined the pastor, groaning in agony as he crushed her beneath him while feeling yet another climax rise, the sweet burn tingling up from her toes and around her thighs, clenching around his twitching cock. She clung to him, writhing and moaning.

“There is a way, you know…”, she murmured against his warm throat, savoring the feeling of his rapid heartbeat surging against hers. “He told me there was. He said he was powerless…against love.” While still moving her hips against his, riding out this forbidden orgasm, she whispered: “Help me, pastor, please. Or he will destroy everything.”

***

“Oh, Glen, wow…!” Janet yelped when two buttons flew off her blouse as Glen pawed her small, perky breasts like a starved man. Sure, he smelled like he’d already had a few too many, but that didn’t seem to impact his aim. She moaned helplessly into the kiss, wondering if any of the guests inside heard what was going on in the hallway.

They both banged into the wall as he plundered her mouth, his hard cock pressed up against her through his clothes. Who would have thought that Coach Owens was this enthusiastic about swinging? She whimpered into his mouth as cupped her ass. Hard.

But Janet didn’t mind. Not one little bit. Glen was all that she had hoped him to be, better even, but this was just not the way things went at their dinners. Panting, her lipstick smeared, she peeled herself out of his embrace enough to be able to get out a few breathless words. “Woah, slow down, tiger”, she breathed, not really wanting to slow down at all. “We’re still at drinks…and there’s dinner…” Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was already running out of reasons why he shouldn’t fuck her right there, and right now.

He looked like a man possessed. There was the faint scent of freshly cut limes, of crushed basil, and cilantro. Maybe Mike was preparing a fresh round of G&Ts. Janet considered his eyes, the wild glint, and felt her pussy throbbing with need. Wasn’t this what she had wanted? An almost exact reenactment of the images she had conjured up while fucking her husband, or while getting herself off?

Breathless and eager, she pulled Glen into the small study just off the corridor and shut the door behind them. “Or you know what? Fuck that. Who decided that apéritifs had to be pretentious drinks?” Her fingers fumbled at his belt buckle. “You have no idea how often I’ve fantasized about you, coach”, she purred, working to pull up her skirt. “And to be honest, I’d never thought that you were so hot for me.”

***

“Consent!” Hannah sounded a bit taken aback as if he had caught her in the middle of thinking or doing something untoward. “Of course, I suppose that goes without saying, right?” Her nervous chuckle sounded a bit fake, and she hurriedly took another deep sip from her glass. The brandy had heated up her cheeks and her blood.

But God, he smelled good. And he had felt good. And his kiss…Hannah closed her eyes for a moment and smiled. Was it wrong to want another man this badly? There was a pang of disappointment when he helped her up from the carpet, but it was brief.

If he wanted to seduce her, she would let him. “Okay”, she whispered. “Let’s go. I am starving.”

 

[LitShark]

“It would be my pleasure,” Damien returned Rachel’s smile, offering his arm to her when they reunited outside of the car.

While high school politics might have been foreign to him, Damien was no stranger to pageantry, no mere apprentice in attracting attention, no slouch when it came to social engineering.

Rachel had proven to be a worthy ally, so it served his interests to raise her social standing. It also served to allow her to imagine that she was raising his as well. They were both stunning in their designer clothes, with the more trashy-dressed pets trailing behind them, but no less stunning with their false ears, leather and lace.

The crew spread through the party like a dark cloud. Unprepared adolescents stumbled over one another, slack-jawed in their naked staring at them. Even with Kitty and Bunny half naked and hunting for cock, no one could look away from Damien and Rachel—a power-couple at first sight, even if they weren’t exactly a couple per-se.

While Kitty peeled off to hunt the biggest prize, Damien led Rachel all the way into the kitchen where the liquor was laid out. He dropped a few ice cubes into a pair of red Solo cups and then filled each half full of Maker’s Mark. He handed Rachel one while taking a sip from the other.

“You have proven yourself today, I want you to know that,” Damien looked into Rachel’s eyes, for what felt like the first time in a day, “I appreciate all you’re doing for me. I know it doesn’t always seem like it, but I’m thankful for you.”

He playfully tapped the ridiculous plastic cup against hers.

“You will be rewarded. I want you to know that.” Damien briefly glanced around, everyone was looking at them still, most in the kitchen seemed to be holding their breath.

Damien reached up, grasping the side of her neck gently but possessively. He leaned forward to kiss her deeply. His fierce, dark eyes closed as he kissed her. Everyone around them erupted in cheers and celebration. Damien had no idea why.

*-*-*

Marcus had gestured with his head when Six arrived, but he didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy showing off Rachel on his arm. Damn, this kid hadn’t even started classes yet and he’d already knocked the top two cheerleaders off the pyramid. If he was half as good at football as he was at seducing girls they might still win State.

He caught sight of the girl with cat ears approaching him. She was basically wearing slutty lingerie as an outfit. She even looked almost familiar…

“Holy—aren’t you the bitch from the dirty bookstore?” Marcus snapped and pointed in recognition, “yeah! That’s you. What a fuckin’ makeover you’ve had.”

At her offer, Marcus raised his eyebrows. Exploiting his quickness, he ducked out from under the grinding cheerleader, propping himself on one elbow and springing up to his feet. He wobbled a bit once he was back standing, the alcohol went to his head for a moment. He wrapped his arms around Kitty’s slender body to steady himself. The cheerleader tumbled backward into the seat he’d been sitting in.

“Yeah, why don’t you show me, Kitty Cat?”

*-*-*

When the kiss broke again, Jake was beaming.

“The guys make fun of me, but this is what I’ve always wanted. An honest relationship with a good girl. You mean so much to me Kylie,” Jake took her hands in his own, “I thank God for bringing us together.”

He kissed her again, gently but familiar, a promise of more to come. The first of many greeting and parting kisses that would be part of their interactions from this moment onward, but he could no longer sit still.

Jake wanted to shout from the rooftops, but for starters, he wanted to tell his boys!

“Let’s go back inside! I can’t wait to tell everyone. The guys were making odds on whether I’d ever get the guts to ask you! I’m so freakin’ pumped!” Jake punched the ceiling of his truck cab in an exuberant expression of how excited he was, “I’ve wanted to date you since forever.”

Jake took Kylie’s hand and led her back out of the truck heading back to the party.

“Guess who’s dating the coach’s daughter!” Jake proclaimed triumphantly as he returned to the party. He was surprised to find the backs of heads as he came back to the party.

He’d expected to return to a hero’s ovation, but instead that cheer seemed to be coming from the kitchen. Everyone else was whispering amongst themselves. What had they missed? Marcus came rushing by with some half-naked cosplay girl.

“Hey, Marcus! What’s going on?”

“Can’t talk now, congrats!” Marcus remarked in passing, rushing upstairs to the master bedroom as fast as he could without falling over.

Jake glanced back at Kylie, he was visibly disappointed. He’d clearly expected something more.

“Let’s see what’s going on in the kitchen.”

*-*-*

“Yes,” Glen sighed, taking over the process of unbuckling his belt and dropping his jeans around his ankles, he was rock hard already.

His large hands gripped her thighs as he pushed her against the wall, lifting her up off the ground. When she hiked her skirt up he roughly tugged her panties to the side and shoved his entire, long cock into her in one shove. He slammed her against the wall roughly, trying to force every bit of his cock inside her tight pussy.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for years,” Glen groaned, pulling back and slamming her into the wall again.

He gripped her ass cheeks, insulating her from the impacts slightly as he pounded her against the wall over and over. His tongue wrestled with hers between their furiously kissing lips.

*-*-*

Paul took Hannah by the hand, refilling his glass and then hers before leading her back to the living room. He smiled at her, raising his glass to his lips while maintaining eye contact.

“I really am glad that you were able to join us. I hope you being here alone doesn’t mean things are rough between you and Glen, though. No judgements, but I’d hate to think that I had anything to do with you two…” Paul hesitated, “nevermind.”

The dull sound of bodies hitting against the wall was echoing from inside the study as they passed it.

 

[Curious_Muse]

It was like being drunk and high and caught in a rush of purest endorphins all at the same time. Lost in his kiss, Rachel felt both powerful and utterly helpless, whimpering against his lips. The cup dropped from her limp hand, spilling its contents all over the kitchen tiles, but she didn’t even notice. She didn’t hear the cheers around them either. This guy…what was it about him? Her pussy was throbbing in anticipation, slick and ready. For him. It had been a while, but she felt the same excitement and soft, tingly fear she had before her first boyfriend had popped her cherry.

She had no doubts that fucking him would be mind-blowing. Tonight, he wouldn’t refuse her.

He smelled so fucking good, too, hints of fresh wood shavings and a faint whiff of smoldering embers beneath her dad’s perfume. His lips burned against hers, soft and demanding. Rachel moaned into the kiss, feeling her knees buckle at the intensity of it all. She could feel the heat coming off his skin even through his clothes. Her fingers roamed over his chest, his back, hungry and eager, oblivious to the whistles and lewd comments coming from their audience.

Rachel had never been one to care about that kind of shit. If Damien wanted to fuck her right there in the kitchen, she’d let him. She knew that half of the kids in the room desperately wanted what she had, the other half wanted to be her. The sneers and snide remarks, the slut shaming were all expressions of insecurity and jealously. She didn’t give a shit about any of it.

“Happy to please,” she whispered into his ear after breaking their kiss. “What kind of reward did you have in mind?”

***

Kylie followed Jake back inside as if in a daze. She, his girlfriend! It was more than she had dared to dream about, and she closed her fingers a little tighter around his hand. It was difficult to contain all the excitement and happiness, her body seemed to burst with it all. His pride made her beam, too. They would handle her dad. At this moment, it felt like nothing could ever be wrong again.

Jake was her boyfriend!

But the atmosphere inside the house seemed to have changed since they had left. There was a buzz and hum in the air, crackling like an electric charge. The small hairs on her arms and on the back of her neck stood up in alarm. What was going on? Her fingers wrapped around Jake’s, she had no choice but to follow him to the kitchen, where a lot of the party guests seemed to have congregated. Maybe a drinking game of some sort?

It was not easy to catch a glimpse past the throng of people. A couple, leaning against the counter in the middle of the room, kissing. Was that it? A tall boy with black, mussed-up hair and a girl…Rachel. Of course. Why did this cause such a stir? But then their kiss broke, and she was able to see his profile.

No.

No, it couldn’t be.

Kylie made a sound that was something between a moan and a sob. It was the boy from her strange hospital dream. Damien. Over the events of this night, she had almost forgotten about it. About how real it had felt. It came all rushing back to her now, the insane pleasure he had given her, the strange party in the school gym, her slutty outfit…and here he was, kissing Rachel fucking Bowers. The floor seemed to break away from beneath her feet, and the air was too thick to breathe. The room seemed to be turning, and the peppermint schnapps burned in the back of her throat.

“Jake…,” she whispered, tugging at his hand to catch his attention. “I think I might be sick.”

***

Kitty almost ran up the stairs, her heart beating like a drum. Would Damien be pleased about this catch? She heard Marcus’ footsteps close behind her and smiled to herself, content. He was a star in the football team, a Somebody. Someone with expectations, maybe. Experience. But the thought no longer scared her. Damien had told her to blow his mind, and she would.

When she found a small guest room at the end of the hall she slipped inside, sure that he would follow her.

“How do you want me?” she called out to him. “What do you like?”

***

Janet came almost immediately, when the coach bottomed out in her pussy for the first time. The rough play had made her hotter than she’d been in a while. It was a pity that Rick couldn’t watch, he’d have loved to see her come on Glen’s hard cock. And the coach wasn’t even done with her.

“Oh yeah! Oh god…trust me, so did I!” Her words ended in a breathless, deep moan as the final waves of this first orgasm washed over her, making her pussy contract hard around his thick rod. His body felt incredible, leanly muscled everywhere, in all the right ways. She couldn’t wait to fuck him naked, in all his glory, in front of everyone else at the party. How did Hannah get anything done? If she’d been married to Glen, she’d be fucking him whenever he was in reach.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, holding on to him while he pounded her petite body. “Oh my god, never stop!”

***

Paul didn’t seem to notice the strange sounds coming from the study as they passed it, so Hannah decided not to mention them, either. All of this was new to her, exciting and a little scary. She was happy to let him take the lead.

His mention of Glen did cause a sting in her heart. Thanks to the booze and her pleasant nervousness around Paul, she had managed to block out the horrible fight they’d had, his violent reaction to her words. When all she’d wanted was to be with him, being fucked by him, coming for him. “It’s fine,” she replied, a little too pointedly maybe, and took a sip of her drink. Glen could wait. Would have to wait.

This evening was, finally, about her.

Looking around the room, where everyone had assembled sipping their apéritifs, she realized that someone was missing. “Where is Janet? Shouldn’t we wait for her before the toast?”

 

[LitShark]

The moment Damien locked eyes with her, Rachel was all but forgotten. Her wide, innocent, doe eyes beckoned him—called out to him almost tangibly, a thing worth corrupting. So far, most of Texas was proving thoroughly debauched, thinly veiled lies and loosely held secrets preserving a façade of “decency.” This girl, the coach’s daughter, she wasn’t like that. Not like her cheating father or the lewd pastor, she wasn’t like the status-chasing cheer sluts or their greedy whore mothers. This girl had a pure soul and Damien wanted it.

He didn’t even spare a glance for Rachel when she spoke. She asked a question that she already knew the answer to, which only served to disgust Damien.

“You know.” Damien answered, his tone stark compared to Rachel’s flirtation, “is that the coach’s daughter? Who is she with?”

Damien’s dark eyes stayed locked with Kylie’s, pinning her to the spot like a needle in a specimen frame. He didn’t wait for Rachel’s answer, instead he passed through the crowd like smoke, walking right past the guy whose hand she was holding. He reached right past him to gently cradle the nape of her neck. His eyes were smoldering with intensity. The whole house smelled like wildflowers and dew on pine needles.

“Dance with me,” Damien said to Kylie. It wasn’t a question.

“Yo. Slow down, Six. She’s with me.” Jake pushed Damien’s arm away, apparently he was also on the football team but Damien found him unremarkable and forgettable, but he wouldn’t forget him again.

“She wants to.” Damien was still staring deep into Kylie’s eyes.

“Look, bro. I don’t care how much fancy cologne you’re wearing. She’s my girl now. She’s not gonna just go dance with you. Do you even know each other?”

“Come.” Damien told Kylie, leading her to the dance floor despite Jake’s objection.

Several others were dancing already in a space where the couch and coffee table had been moved aside to make room for people to dance. Perhaps dancing was too generous a term—the teens were grinding—one and all, rubbing themselves together as if they were trying to start a fire. It felt like fire as Damien’s hands found Kylie’s hips and turned her to face away from him. He pressed the long, shapely outline of his cock between her firm ass cheeks.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon,” Damien whispered, his lips grazing the outer shell of her ear, their hips moving to the music, “we haven’t been formally introduced. I’m Damien. I’m new here.”

After the introduction, Damien bent his knees to drag the full, impressive length of his cock against Kylie’s ass, causing her little, black dress to ride up on her slightly.

*-*-*

Marcus locked the door behind himself and tore the corner of a Magnum condom wrapper with his teeth.

“I wanna hit it from the back,” Marcus grinned, dropping his pants and boxers around his ankles, “I’m an ass man. Let’s do it in doggie—or maybe, kitty style.”

Marcus chuckled without conviction as he rolled the condom onto his large cock—he was almost as big as Damien!

“Whatever happened to you, I like it. The new you is fantastic.”

Marcus brought his palm down onto Kitty’s ass with a subtle smack. He used his cock to slap her soaked pussy a few times, warming her up with a few strokes through the cleft of her pussy, spreading her juices down the length of his latex-wrapped cock.

“What about you? You like it rough? Huh, slut?” Marcus smirked, already enthralled with how sexually adventurous this new version of the bookshop girl seemed to be.

*-*-*

“Ugh! Yeah! Fuck yeah! I’m going to fuck you all the time now,” Glen grunted, driving his hips forward again and again, in between deep kisses as his hands continued groping and roughly caressing her breasts.

She was much tighter than his wife, even in his drunken state he could tell. He like it and continued rutting her like a fetal beast against the wall.

“Fuck you’re wet!” Glen groaned, the alcohol having given him a shortened fuse.

Before he had a chance to warn her or hold back, Glen was blowing his load inside of Janet, burying his tongue in her mouth once more. He buried himself to the hilt and continued to cum in continuous gluts, over and over.

*-*-*

“I um,” Paul hesitated, the banging, grunting and moaning was getting harder to ignore, “I think she’d want us to start without her.”

“The food is just perfect, best not to let it over-steep.” Rick interjected, setting slices of raw beef into bowls of hot broth where it quickly turned an appetizing brown color, “it’s a crime to let A5 Wagyu get overcooked.”

Rick pulled out Hannah’s chair for her, doing a poor job at disguising his erection. He loved hearing his wife getting fucked—even moreso by the risk of keeping Hannah in the dark. He wanted to watch. Maybe let Glen call him names. The coach of the high school team… what a prize. Rick didn’t care much for sports, but here in Texas, football was a religion—which made Glen something of a god himself.

It turned him on.

“Please, have a seat.”

 

[Curious_Muse]

Kylie felt like in a trance.

Damien.

He was, quite literally, the boy of her dreams and he was real, and with her, touching her, dancing with her, grinding against her. And maybe it was this that felt not quite as it should be. As if something was grating, a sharp needle scratch. Wiggling in his embrace, she untangled herself from his grip and turned around to face him. Because she wanted to see him, take him in, memorize every little detail. His eyes were like nothing she had ever seen. A velvety, smoldering black. The most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

“Hi Damien,” she whispered. “I’m Kylie. I’m so happy to finally meet you…in person.” Jake was all but forgotten, though there was part of her that really did feel sorry for him, that was sorry. He was a good guy who deserved all the best things, and yes, she had had a violent crush on him for years and would have loved to be his girlfriend. All of the things she had told him had been true and from the heart.

But Damien? She wanted to give him her soul.

***

Kitty wiggled her ass for Marcus and gasped when she felt his cock pushing between her dripping pussy lips. His size scared her, a little, but Damien had told her to fuck someone unexpected, so here she was. And she would make sure not to disappoint.

“You don’t need to hold back with me,” she cooed. “I can take whatever you’re dishing out.”

***

Janet felt him come inside her and couldn’t help but feel a rush of triumph. She had finally, finally landed the coach, and it had been glorious. Breathing hard, her skin still tingling from her last orgasm. She had come at least three times, or maybe it had been four – who was counting?

“Yes, let’s do this again soon,” she purred, breaking the kiss and nuzzling her head against his neck. “I think you’ve ruined me for all the other men.” Janet wondered how much of them fucking the others had heard. They had been so very loud. But she didn’t care, this was what this evening was all about after all, and she was proud to have bagged one of the biggest prizes so early. Rick would be thrilled to hear all about it later – though she hoped to convince Glen to stay.

“Let’s join the others inside, if you like? I do hope they haven’t started dinner without us. I’m starving.”

***

Hannah smiled, somewhat taken aback by the now obvious sounds of fucking next door. It was clear that the lucky lady was Janet – but who was with her? All the other men who had been invited were in the dining room.

“Thanks, Rick,” she said, her voice a shy, hoarse whisper. If she hadn’t known any better, she could have sworn the guy fucking Janet sounded like her husband.

She had noticed Rick’s sizable erection and was wondering how it was possible to be turned on this hard by being cheated on. At the same time, hadn’t she imagined the same scenario earlier? Watching her handsome husband fuck one of her friends? But fantasy was one thing – following through on it was quite another.

 

[LitShark]

Damien smiled as Kylie turned to face him within his embrace, meeting her gaze, his black eyes enrapturing her bright hazels. As she turned, one of his hands moved up from her hip to the small of her back while his other hand gently grasped the back of her neck, possessive and controlling. As their bodies moved in rhythm to the music, Damien slid his knee between her legs, resting the heavy outline of his cock against her bare thigh through his borrowed slacks. The hand that was away from her jealously staring boyfriend crept lower on her back as his thigh began to move between hers.

“In person,” Damien smiled, nodding his head in amusement, not many mortals had such a clear and confident grasp on their dreams—further proof that she was an ideal candidate for a thrall, “yes.”

Just a passing glance over at Jake broke their eye contact for only a moment. Damien’s thumb gently traced the line of her neck, running from her chin down her throat while his leg was stroking her less gently lower down. His cock was growing harder against her leg.

“I like that you have a jealous boyfriend,” Damien whispered softly, looking back into her eyes, “it’s exciting. Everything is more exciting if someone else gets hurt. It’s why you all love this silly football sport so much. Someone has to lose.”

There was no more disguising how blatantly Damien was feeling her up, though the angle of their bodies kept it hidden from Jake. As Damien’s thumb continued down her throat and came to rest gently between her collarbones, he leaned in as if he might kiss her. Instead, he gently blew into her mouth—it seemed strange, but his breath tasted like cinnamon and apples.

“I went ahead and got rid of your gag reflex, so don’t drink any bleach or anything,” Damien chuckled as if it were a joke, but neither of them believed it was. He leaned closer, his lips just lightly bushing against her ear as his hand moved her higher up his thigh which she was practically straddling by now, “because I’m going to fuck your face until your nose bleeds.”

Damien casually slipped one of the silver vibrators from the bookstore into Kylie’s handbag just before Jake practically dragged her away by her arm.

“What the hell, Kylie? That dude hasn’t even started school yet and you’re—you’re practically dry humping him. I thought you were a good girl!” Jake was visibly upset, the alcohol in his system not serving to make him more patient or reasonable, “you’re supposed to be my girlfriend!”

Damien went back to Rachel. He slipped his arm around her waist.

“Let’s go. I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard.”

*-*-*

Marcus chuckled and rubbed his hands together as he joined Kitty on the bed.

“I don’t know what got into you, but I know what’s about to get into you,” by way of demonstration, Marcus slapped his cock between Kitty’s round, firm ass-cheeks, “I’m going to fuck you so hard!”

Fully naked by the time he approached her, Marcus flexed his muscles as he gripped her hip with one hand and backed his hips up to slide his huge cock inside her in one languid stroke. His hips met her ass—he wasn’t being gentle. She was so tight and wet that Marcus almost felt weak in the knees. Even though he was already incredibly deep inside her, she felt so good that he sighed and pressed forward even more, his cock moving deeper.

“Oh yes,” he groaned, withdrawing just briefly before thrusting back inside of her, “you were right. You do it better.”

His other hand delivered a smack to her sexy ass, leaving a sudden handprint behind as he grabbed her other hip. She might have been the fairest girl Marcus had ever fucked. It was hot how his spanking left such a pronounced red mark behind, so he evened it up on the other side as he settled into his deep and aggressive tempo of fucking her.

“Ohhh!” Marcus groaned loudly, giving her another spank as he sped up his thrusts, “fuck! Good! Fuck yes, bitch!”

Faster and faster he was fucking her.

*-*-*

“Yeah, let’s,” Glen smiled and nodded, in response to Janet’s assertion that they should do this again, “yeah. Food.”

The regret was settling in as Glen put his cock away, it was starting to dawn on him that he’d fucked up. He could have just gone along with Hannah and fucked Janet with her blessing, but he’d been pissed off and even though this was the swinger’s party, it was clear that this was something different. He was sobering up enough to realize that he’d gotten himself too drunk.

He finished putting his cock away and led Janet back toward the party, almost immediately encountering his wife and his rival.

“Hey Paul! Thanks for the invite. Hey babe, I made it after all,” he gave a crooked smile and hoped for the best.

 

[Curious_Muse]

Kylie stumbled after Jake, unsure of what had just happened. Her knees were shaking, and her skin was covered in goosebumps. What had just happened? This was not how she had imagined – had she imagined? – that first encounter with the boy from her dreams. Bits and pieces of those images had lingered, buried in her subconscious, unsharp lines and pictures. He had promised…what? Rescue. A…destiny. Salvation.

And more pleasure than she had ever thought possible.

She wasn’t sure if she was shocked, or disappointed. Her nerves were on fire, and Jake suddenly seemed like an inconvenience.

“A good girl?” She whirled around to face him. “Is that what you want? Really?” An hour ago, she wouldn’t have believed it possible to say one bad word about Jake, let alone fight with him. But the heat burning in the pit of her stomach made it impossible not to. “Because that’s not what I heard from Amanda. Or Zoe. Or Ines!” Low blows, all of them, but she was unable to stop herself.

“And what makes you think that I want to be a good girl?” She brushed her hand over his crotch. “Because I’m tired of it.” She didn’t recognize herself, but none of her words felt wrong. “If you want me to be your girlfriend, show me that you can handle me, Jake. Give me a reason not to go back to Damien right now. Because I’m tired of everyone treating me like a little girl, all because of my dad!”

***

Kitty steeled herself against Marcus’ attack, shaking with arousal and nerves and the need to please and obey. She buried her face in the duvet to stifle a scream. Would Damien be happy? Would he be impressed?

The star running back of the high school football team. Kitty bit into the soft fabric as he slammed his cock into her pussy again, all the way to the hilt. Oh fuck. It hurt, and it was great, and all she could think was that she wanted more, more, always more, and she wasn’t sure if she was just thinking it, or if she had actually said it out loud.

But her orgasm tore through her with the force of a hurricane before she could wonder about this some more, and this, a feat formerly inaccessible to her – she remembered a girl, a strap-on, but it was all very hazy – this must have been Damien, rewarding her for her choice and her performance, she was sure of it.

Damien blessing her union.

“Fuck, yes!” she moaned, arching her back proudly. “You’re not all that bad at this!”

***

Hannah froze when she saw Glen and Janet emerge into the dining room. So this was who her friend had been fucking next door. Her husband. Her husband who had been yelling at her just an hour ago, calling her a bitch and a whore for wanting to join this evening together with him, and who had apparently beaten her to it, getting his dick wet before she had even made it past the first course. For a brief moment, she glared at him, trying to regain control over her boiling anger. She didn’t like public scenes, and the last thing she wanted was to air out the dirty laundry of her marriage in front of her neighbors.

Digging her fingernails into the balls of her hands, she forced a smile. “Glen! I’m so glad you decided to join us.” It took some effort to blink away the furious tears threatening to form in the corners of her eye, but Hannah had long learned to put up masks when she needed them. She kissed Glen lightly on the cheek, smelling a whiff of alcohol on his breath.

Janet was positively glowing.

And for the first time, Hannah felt the need to hurt Glen. Not physically, no. But she knew that there were other ways, efficient ways, to get the job done. She turned to Paul, making a point of putting her hand on his forearm, caressing him up to his biceps, a suggestive gesture. And she didn’t even to feign arousal when she touched him.

“Even if you’re a bit late to the party.”

***

Rachel smirked but didn’t resist when Damien pulled her away from the kitchen, though she stored the little humiliation he had visited on her away in a corner of her brain. It didn’t matter, at least not right this moment. He was leaving with her, after all.

“Why do boys always promise to fuck me hard?” she said, laughing softly. “When I’d much prefer them to fuck me good.” Her pussy was already so very wet for him, and she knew, or very much hoped, that he was worth all of this.

 

[LitShark]

Jake flinched hard when Kylie touched the crotch of his pants, he was hard—not just hard, rigid. Painfully erect behind his jeans despite the warring emotions within him. He was hard from the truck, earlier, when they agreed to wait… But for some reason, watching her grind against Damien like some euphoric club slut made his cock harder still. Now she was challenging him, demanding that he prove himself.

His mind was swimming, his heart, racing.

“I’ll—I’ll show you alright!” Jake hadn’t thought that it would come up, not so soon, not with Kylie, but he would show her—show her what he’d learned from the list of girls she seemed to have waiting on the tip of her tongue.

“God’s Blind Spot,” they called it. Sex doesn’t count if it’s in the ass. Amanda had taught him, even Ines was counting on the almighty turning a blind eye to her brown eye. Jake was dragging Kylie upstairs, checking bedroom doors for somewhere he could ass fuck the coach’s daughter. Taken. Taken. Taken. Fuck! Half the house was fucking the other half! Eventually, he found an unlocked door, but the bed was already in use. Fortunately, there was an attached bathroom. Jake rushed Kylie into it and locked the door.

“Bend over!” Jake practically growled, feral and smelling like raw musk, “I’m going to fuck your ass, bitch! How’s that?!”

*-*-*

Marcus’ mouth fell open as Kitty climaxed on his cock, it felt like her pussy was doing summersaults with his cock pinned in the middle. It took everything in him not to cum right then and there. He’d never had sex this good with a condom on.

“Holy shit,” Marcus leaned forward, filling his hands with Kitty’s round tits, “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this body behind all those baggy clothes for all this time. I’m going to want to do this a lot from now on.”

Once he’d settled himself back down, he continued to caress and squeeze her breasts, arching his hips forward and back. His body was coated in sweat as he held himself against her. He kissed the side of her neck before lashing his tongue against her neck below her hair, eagerly lapping at her sweat.

“That’s a good kitty! Such a good kitty!” Marcus was groaning.

It wouldn’t take much for him to lose control and fill up the reservoir tip of his Magnum condom, but he was determined to leave an impression on this phoenix of a girl. He’d been aware of her in his periphery for so long, but he never thought twice except to occasionally think that she might be disguising a hot body—but he never thought that he’d have the best sex of his entire life with her. She had such a round, juicy ass!

“I’m gonna cum, Kitty! I’m gonna cum inside you!”

*-*-*

It was some hours later when Pastor Hawthorne sat up from the nest of broken DVD cases and shame. A dislodged cover flyer was stuck to his back, a young girl in overalls sucking her finger. “Barely Legal,” the cover boasted. The Pastor glanced over to Emma whose long, shaven legs were still intertwined with his. His cock was still wet from sex and the moonlight made the crest of every surface into a silver dagger. The highlights in her hair—daggers. The angular crest of her hip—a dagger. The gently breathing nape of her neck—a sickle.

From each of these silver weapons, Pastor Hawthorne felt the cold stab of regret. He was supposed to be writing his sermon for church in the morning. Only a few hours from now, he would address his congregation—and his cock was still wet from fucking Emma. What could he say to them? What could he say to her?

She had come to him, seeking help with her boyfriend in the hospital and he’d taken advantage of her. She was begging him for help, and he’d only made things worse.

Of course she didn’t mean the literal devil had come to town, but if she was worried for her soul before, now she was fully exposed. True love wasn’t something he had the luxury of offering her. He rushed to put his clothes back on in the dark. He felt almost high as he tried to sneak away without waking her. He would go straight to the church, he could wash himself in the sink…

He continued struggling into his pants, trying not to wake Emma. What could he even say to excuse his actions? Better luck next time, kid. What a fraud he was. One thing he knew for certain—he had to be a better shepherd for his flock.

*-*-*

Damien was turned on by his dance-floor encounter with Kylie. Her innocence was like a tangible thing to him and he was cherishing the feeling of stripping it away. For now, he was content for her to smooth things over with her ill-fated boyfriend for the time being. For now, Damien had Rachel pressed against the wall near the door, wrapped in an intense liplock while Bunny was draped around them both, kissing Rachel’s neck lewdly.

There were no more suitable places to go fuck in the house, so Damien would wait for Kitty to finish her conquest and then they would go back to the Jenkins home. He would tease Carole with his acquisition of younger flesh and torment her that she’d lost track of her daughter.

Damien intended to tighten the reigns on his confirmed plaything—though it was amusing that she thought she could squirm out of his grasp. Their contract was set, but these foolish mortals always thought there was a loophole to be found. Damien would allow it for as long as it continued to be fun for him.

Given his preference, he’d like to fuck Emma again—to put his cum inside of her and really sink the hook deep. It was just a matter of time.

“Bunny, go see if your sister is finished. I want to get this hot piece of ass into bed,” Damien squeezed and playfully swatted Rachel’s ass, “if she’s done, help her get herself together and we’ll go.”

He didn’t mention that going meant going back to the Jenkins home—but he didn’t expect much protest from Rachel. She might even enjoy tormenting Carole along with the others.

Damien dragged his teeth slowly down Rachel’s ear, eager to reward her and punish Carole at once. He took her note without a hint of defensiveness.

“I’m going to fuck you… so well.”

*-*-*

Still being mostly sober, Paul was able to read the scene more clearly than Glen was, Hannah’s hurt—what she wanted to do about it. He matched her energy, folding his hand around hers and standing close enough to make it clear that he would back her, whatever she wanted to do about it.

“Nonsense, he’s just in time. We’ll set another place, there’s plenty of food and it’s just now hitting the table. Please,” Paul placed his hand on the small of Hannah’s back, leading her toward the table, gesturing for Glen to take a spot next to his wife, “what are you drinking, Glen?”

“Whiskey?” Glen was too fucked up to realize that he was being led into a trap. He was shocked by how well Hannah seemed to be handling things, but still had a faint sense of unease like he was disarming a bomb. He wrapped his arm around Janet for support as he made his way toward the table.

“Whiskey, of course. I have just a great one.”