A
Succubus Awakens
Part 4
Aubrey
Cavanagh was late for class. Well, not exactly class, just homeroom. As she
left the girl's restroom, she thought about what had been happening lately. She
was tired of high school, but would be graduating in two months. Aubrey was
very eager to get off to college, and get out of her father's house. She still
wanted to go somewhere local for school and stay in the Chicago area. These
last two months should have been a simple matter; grades were never a problem
for her at all. It was something else that was distracting her: something that
had caused her to be late for class so much lately.
As she hurried into class, her homeroom teacher Mr. Brandt took in her 5'7,
toned, athletic body. He knew she kept it so firm by running track, and he had
never missed one of her track meets. He loved the way her long blonde hair
glistened in the sun as she sat in her desk by the window. She had pert little
tits and an amazing ass. He might have said that her best feature was her legs,
but you'd have known he was lying. No, the cause of his infatuation lay in her
eyes. Heterochromia Iridium, it was called. He only knew this because he had
looked it up on one of the sleepless nights where he found he couldn't stop
thinking about her. She wasn't the most popular girl in school, but she was his
blue and brown-eyed angel.
He noticed she was looking at him peculiarly. She cleared her throat nervously
and said, "I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Brandt."
Caught off guard, he smiled awkwardly and returned to his desk.
As Aubrey sat and stared out the window, she wondered what was happening to
her. She just felt ... strange ... down there.
Aubrey wished she had a bit more knowledge of her body's inner workings. She'd
rather die than ask her dad, and he was fanatical about keeping her off the
Internet. When puberty hit her father had their family doctor answers her
questions. Unfortunately the doctor was somehow embarrassed by their talk.
If only mother had stayed around… Aubrey thought.
Aubrey's mother had run off before her first birthday and she had never met
her. Her father was very religious and very strict with her. One of her
"cooler" aunts divulged a few things at a family reunion last year.
Apparently, her father was so devastated by her mother's sudden departure that
he was severely depressed for months. Not long after he turned to God. She said
he was pretty wild in his youth, but Aubrey couldn't imagine that at all.
Aubrey figured that the bible must have done the trick for him.
She had had "urges" before, but Aubrey had never pleasured herself.
It was just dirty in her mind; she knew it was her upbringing that made her
feel that way, but she still couldn't bring herself to do it. She concentrated
on school and track and getting into college instead of indulging her urges.
She would figure sex out while in college.
Of course, it wasn't that simple. She never found herself very attracted to
boys. She knew which ones were cute and which weren't, but it took her awhile
before she realized that the desires of her friends were not her desires at
all. Aubrey had taken stock of her situation: a sexually repressed teen that
may have a below average sex drive. She figured it
was below average, anyway. If not, her friends must be way above average.
Aubrey snapped out of her reverie when she again felt a tingle in her loins. What
is going on?! Aubrey screamed inside her head. Did she need to go to the
restroom again? She kept thinking she had to pee but that was never it. It was
quickly becoming much more than that as the tingling spread to her inner
thighs. The feeling was flickering back and forth between warm and very
sensitive and slowly spread down her legs. Against her will, her legs stretched
out along the floor, her toes pointing forward as she stifled a gasp. Aubrey
closed her eyes leaned back as far as she could in her desk while trying to
conceal what was happening to her. She quickly glanced around but no one seemed
to be looking at her. She whimpered as her nipples suddenly felt as if they
were on fire. Oh God, she thought, my tits are burning up! Aubrey
was wondering why she had used the word 'tits,' which she never had before,
when the tingling took complete hold of her lithe frame. Her face and neck
flushed, and she grabbed onto the desk, fearing she might fall out of her
chair.
A few seats behind Aubrey, a nerdy kid named Josh said, "What the hell is
that smell?"
Her eyes shot open and Aubrey suddenly realized how completely wet she was
between her legs. A few of the students started to sniff the air while others
giggled, and Mr. Brandt told them to quiet down. Aubrey seemed to have regained
some control after her shock of what was happening. She sat up, her ass sliding
around in the wetness on her seat; her body still radiating heat. Finally
smelling her own arousal, Aubrey was nearly lost in the pure lust of the aroma.
It was a familiar scent - her own scent, but also sweeter than it had ever been
before. It smelled of honeysuckles, strawberries, and ... candy. But most of
all it smelled like the wet pussy of a very horny girl.
Where are these thoughts coming from? She had a strong urge to fondle
her own breasts at the smell of it. Some of the female students had secretly
done just that; most of the males were shifting in their seats.
Aubrey was out of her mind. Her body felt unfamiliar, like it was someone
else's. Her senses were overwhelming her - she could smell her arousal and that
of those nearby. Her tongue was playing around her mouth and licking at the
back of her teeth, as if it were aching for something new to taste. Aubrey's
clothes were constricting around her, choking her, and she needed to get them
off. Her fingers grabbed at the hem of her t-shirt, and she shivered when they
tickled their way across her flat tummy.
What the hell am I doing? I can't take off my clothes in class! Her mind
was saying one thing, but her body certainly wasn’t agreeing. Leaving her hands
under her shirt, she stroked along her warm flesh, achingly close to the button
of her jeans. Her shirt suddenly unimportant, she ran her hand back and forth
under her navel. Popping open her jeans, Aubrey sighed, as she felt that much
closer to freedom. She felt the heat coming from her pussy.
Pussy? Aubrey thought. I never use that word. Regaining some
control, her eyes focused and she was looking at an enormous wet spot in the
crotch of her jeans. She didn't know what was happening to her; she had never
felt this way. Aubrey started to panic and leapt from her desk. Her legs
wobbled as she moved to the door, and she lowered her books to cover the wet
spot on her jeans. She was suddenly very aware that they weren't buttoned.
"I have to... I have to go," she said to no one in particular as she
left the room. Aubrey cringed when someone pointed out the shiny wetness on her
chair after she left.
She rushed towards the restroom, one hand grasping her books and the other
absent-mindedly sneaking back up under her pink t-shirt. Her skin wasn't just
warm, it was hot, and hotter than she knew was normal. Just as a finger snaked
up to her bra-clad breast, she realized she was out in the open in the hallway.
Aubrey scolded herself. She wasn't used to her hands moving without her
consent, and she certainly wasn't prepared for the way her body tingled.
The door to the restroom slammed open. Aubrey dropped her books on the floor
and dashed into a stall, immediately grabbing her crotch through her jeans and
moaning loudly. She gasped aloud, realizing she didn't know if she was alone.
One hand still rubbing her pussy through her jeans, Aubrey lowered her head to
see a girl's feet two stalls down, wearing black boots. Cursing her bad luck,
Aubrey leaned against the wall of the stall to analyze her situation and growled
when she realized that her hand was on her pussy. She knew that the girl had to
be curious why she had moaned, but Aubrey also knew if didn't get her shirt off
she might pass out. She had to chance it. Aware of how quiet it was in the
restroom, Aubrey slowly and breathlessly peeled her t-shirt off and hooked it
on the door of the stall. One crisis averted, Aubrey took a breath and fanned
at her heaving breasts. She figured that getting her shirt off would at least
lessen the heat, but her breasts were still burning up.
It was then that she was overcome with pleasure as her bra squeezed her tits
and popped off. Aubrey moaned loudly in the process. Both hands went to her
aching breasts, and she looked down in shock to find that they had grown in
size. Her nipples long and erect, she must have been a large C, whereas before
she was a small B. Naked from the waist up, Aubrey was embarrassed beyond
measure. As far as she knew there was still an unknown girl two stalls down.
She tried to figure out what could have caused her breasts to grow, not to
mention everything else that had happened, one of Aubrey's rebellious hands
played with her left nipple. It was pure ecstasy concentrated on that spot,
which soon crawled across her chest and danced around the nipple's neglected
sister. Aubrey couldn't control herself and gave in, her other hand stroking
the attention-starved nipple, hoping the need might eventually go away. She was
rewarded by jolt of pleasure as she shuddered and squeezed her tits in her
hands, moaning loudly. The release was not enough. Aubrey pulled the zipper of
her jeans down, the sound unmistakable in the silence of the restroom. She was
starting think about how that noise isn't uncommon for one to hear in a
restroom, but that thought quickly vanished as her left hand wormed its way
down to her soaking pussy. It was as if her hands were reacting only to her
overwhelming needs and her mind was becoming more and more helpless.
The moment her wayward hand had unobstructed access to her pussy, Aubrey was
rocked by a devastating orgasm. "Fuck!" she moaned loudly; it was the
first she had ever had and was unprepared for how it would feel. Her hand was
absolutely swimming in her juices as her fingers went mad between her drenched
lips. She could barely stand and plopped down on the toilet seat, her jeans
tightening around her hand. Aubrey's mind was barely able to think, but she had
a moment of respite with her left hand trapped helplessly in her jeans,
continuing to try to reach her aching slit. Her right took the initiative and
began to struggle to get her jeans and panties down. She felt ridiculous
writhing on that toilet seat, too horny to stop playing with herself and too
impatient to stand up and take her pants off. She whimpered as she realized
that she could neither reach her clit nor get fully undressed.
"Need some help in there?"
The question hung in the air, coming from the other side of her stall door.
Aubrey truly freaked out, screaming in her head, "No! No she can't see me
like this! I can't imagine even imagine how I must look!" It was quite a
sight. Aubrey was lounged back on her seat, blonde hair plastered to her face
with sweat, making her all the more alluring. Her new tits were rising and
falling with her breath; little pink nipples pointing into the air;
perspiration covering her belly and making her body sheen. One hand was shoved
down her jeans, the pink of her panties peeking out between the opened zipper,
and a tuft of pubic hair beyond that. Her legs were spread a bit to give better
access, but not too much as she was still struggling to get her jeans off.
Aubrey knew how she looked, and she wanted to scream no. She wanted to tell
this mystery girl that she did not in fact need any help. Instead she kicked
off a shoe and unlatched the lock with her socked foot. The door slowly
opened....
Jane
held her breath as she reached for the stall door. She knew that the girl in
this stall was masturbating, which Jane found interesting because that is what
she had been doing before the interruption. Jane had then planned to finish
quietly, but that was soon unnecessary as the girl's moans filled the bathroom.
Jane gently nudged open the door; the scent of female arousal was almost
overwhelming. She dropped her purse on the floor and slowly exhaled. The
mystery girl was desperately fingering herself while pinching her nipple with
the other hand. Her t-shirt and bra lay on the floor, but her jeans denied her
full access to her pussy. One foot was in a sneaker, while the other wore only
a white sock. Her toes were tensed up with desire.
~~~
Aubrey felt like a prisoner to her own lust; her need to cum was so powerful
that she was only vaguely aware of her surroundings. Her fingers circled her clit
frantically but no matter what she did it wasn't enough. The part of her that
was still reasonable was horrified that she had let this stranger into her
stall. Aubrey finally forced herself to look up and saw a girl with black hair.
She couldn't really make anything else out, except that the girl had nice tits.
Aubrey wanted to lick them.
~~~
Jane was very confused. She had offered to help this girl, but she was suddenly
realizing that this was something totally out of character for her to do. Jane
wasn't a lesbian; indeed she had been fantasizing about fucking her friend
Jared while masturbating moments before. However, she couldn't deny how horny
she felt, how much wetter her pussy had become since she had entered this
stall.
Regaining some of her composure, Jane said, "I've never seen a girl too
horny to fuck herself."
Aubrey whimpered in response. Jane was amazed how out-of-her-mind this girl
was. She had offered to help, but at this point was unsure what she should do.
Or at least, what she was willing to do. As she started to step backwards out
of the stall, Jane realized how hard her nipples had become as they shifted in
her bra. She gasped as tingling warmth spread in her pussy. Still fighting her
desire, she decided maybe she could just give the girl a kiss. Just a kiss and
then she would go.
Jane stepped over Aubrey's dropped books to stand before her. Brushing a few
sweaty tendrils of Aubrey's hair from her forehead, she leaned down to kiss the
girl's soft lips. Aubrey mewled softly into Jane's mouth. The kiss was electric,
and after she pulled away Jane noticed that her own hand had slid under the
black skirt she was wearing and was tickling her clit through her panties. She
was amazed that her hand did this of its own volition, and she was amazed by
how wet she was. It was then that Jane lost the battle with lust that permeated
the air. She smiled and roughly pulled Aubrey to her feet, yanked her hand out
of her pants, and in one swift motion had the girl's jeans and panties down to
the floor.
Looking up from her crouched position at Aubrey's feet, Jane found herself
staring at Aubrey's drenched pussy, juices running down the blonde's legs. She
was stunned by how wet this little slut was, and being so close to a girl in
this state was completely new to her. All her reservations were lost, however,
when the sweet smell of Aubrey's lust hit her nostrils, unhindered by clothing.
It was completely intoxicating, and Jane felt the tingling in her pussy grow as
she lightly caressed Aubrey's thighs. Unable to hold back any longer, Jane
needed to taste her, and she grabbed Aubrey's hips and pulled herself in.
Jane's tongue snaked out and slowly licked along Aubrey's slit. Juices bathed
Jane's tongue and in such volume that they dripped down her chin. She continued
to lick more urgently, as the heat between them was rising. Jane marvelled at
how Aubrey's cum tasted like honey, and how her pussy warmed her tongue.
Aubrey moaned and ran her fingers through Jane's silky black hair. The
sensation was incredible, and Aubrey was having a hard time not crushing Jane's
face, the source of all her pleasure, into her pussy.
Jane was overcome with the need to get as much of this girl's cum down her
throat as possible, and any reservations she may have had were gone as she made
love to Aubrey's sex. Her tongue slid around the girl's dripping slit, and with
increasing frequency she twirled it around a highly sensitive clit.
As Jane began to assault her clit, Aubrey started thrashing her head around,
her cries of ecstasy getting a bit too loud for Jane's liking. Squeezing
Aubrey's ass to try to keep her still, Jane focused all her attention on the
girl's swollen clit, latching her mouth onto that sensitive spot, lapping and
suckling like a starving kitten.
Aubrey's whole body quaked and she grabbed at the stall to stay standing. She
was silent as the orgasm tore through her and every muscle in her body tensed.
Something inside Aubrey exploded. A primal, untameable fire was lit at that
moment, but she was only vaguely aware of it. It was burning behind her eyes as
the pleasure tore through her. It was too fast for her to even recognize, but
for a moment she saw visions of forests and rivers and mountains, and strange
people dancing under the moon.
Jane was ecstatic as Aubrey's entire body radiated heat and the warmth in her
own pussy flared. Aubrey was almost too hot for her tongue. Her face was
flooded with her lover's honeyed cum, and she drank it as though the blonde's
pussy was the fountain of youth.
Still kneeling on the cold tile floor, a nice contrast to Aubrey's heat, Jane
eventually pulled away and licked her lips. Coming down from her high, she was
pleased to find she didn't regret what she had done. She didn't think she was a
lesbian now, or even bisexual, but she knew she loved this girl's pussy.
"Wow, I can't believe that just happened," Jane said.
Aubrey's eyes gleamed with light and she giggled. She never felt so free, and
she certainly never felt more alive. Since her orgasm she had started to come
back to her senses.
Looking down at Jane, she was startled by how beautiful the girl was. She was
wearing a burgundy spaghetti strap tank top, a black skirt, and black boots.
She had dark eyeliner and her lips were coloured the same as her shirt. Her
long straight black hair glistened; it almost seemed to be a very dark blue in
the light of the bathroom. Her breasts looked lovely wrapped up in that tank
top; they were nearly as big as Aubrey's new ones. Aubrey remembered that her
breasts were the only thing she noticed about her before, but after taking a
closer look she cursed herself for not paying attention.
Jane slowly stood after the uncomfortable silence, and was lost in Aubrey's
eyes for moment, noticing suddenly that one was brown and one blue. She looked
away quickly and awkwardly commented just to break the tension.
"You ... you have really nice breasts," Jane said.
Aubrey smiled shyly, "Thanks."
Jane hesitated for a moment, and then said, "No, wait. Not nice. Amazing
... beautiful ... gorgeous ... you have gorgeous fucking tits."
Aubrey blushed. She was self-conscious about her breasts, and not accustomed to
them being complimented, as before she came in here they were much smaller.
Jane continued with confidence, "I'm serious! Your tits are beautiful. I
can't imagine a more perfect pair. I would fucking kill to have a set like
those."
As she spoke Jane slowly closed the distance to Aubrey's gorgeous tits, and
without even thinking wrapped her arms around Aubrey's waist and sucked a
nipple into her mouth.
Aubrey moaned and pulled Jane back up to face her. She kicked off her remaining
shoe and stepped out of her clothes, leaving her in her white socks.
Pulling Jane into her arms, Aubrey slid her tongue up the girl's neck, tasting
the remains of her own orgasm. She moaned deep in her throat and licked Jane's
lips before finally kissing her; the taste of her own cum drove Aubrey wild.
Aubrey led Jane out of the stall, their tongues playing together as she pressed
the girl's back against the wall near the sinks. Jane moaned as they kissed,
rubbing her sex along her new lover's naked thigh.
Aubrey soon broke the kiss and traveled back down Jane's neck, planting kisses
along the way. She did want to waste time by undressing her so she simply
yanked Jane's top over her breasts and expertly unclasped the front of her bra.
The kisses continued down the swell of Jane's breasts until the course diverted
so that a nipple might be given some attention. Aubrey kissed the cute brown
nipple while caressing and fondling the girl's breasts like they were brand new
toys. Jane gasped and now it was her running her fingers through her lover's
hair. Aubrey only lingered for a few seconds, however, before her journey again
took her south, her lips lightly grazing along Jane's flat tummy, causing Jane
to giggle as her stomach muscles tightened up.
Now it was Aubrey on her knees as she lifted the dark-haired girl's black skirt
to reveal damp panties of the same colour. She gave Jane's slit a single lick
through the wet fabric, tasting another girl for the first time and licking her
lips excitedly. Aubrey noticed how beautifully Jane's milky white skin
contrasted her black hair and deep brown eyes before sliding down her panties
and diving tongue first into Jane's pussy.
It was incredible. The taste of Jane's cum caused her body to heat up again.
She was tasting life. She couldn't describe it, but she couldn't imagine eating
normal food again. She felt empowered and invigorated. She wrapped her arms
tight around Jane's waist, worshipping Jane's sex.
~~~
The first thing Kerin noticed when she opened the door to the bathroom was the
palpable smell of sex in the air. She walked in slowly and heard a girl moaning
around the corner. She couldn't imagine who would be so bold as to fuck right
here in the bathroom, but she was curious to find out, and she realized, quite
a bit turned on.
When she rounded the corner dropped her bag and gasped, not at all prepared for
the scene before her.
~~~
Jane's breathing quickened as she gripped a sink to maintain balance, her other
hand massaging the breast Aubrey had recently visited.
She started when she heard the unwitting voyeur, but kept her eyes closed
because she was too close to orgasm to care. Aubrey paid Kerin no attention.
Kerin crept over to the girls, amazed at what she was seeing. A bit bi-curious
herself, she had once stolen one of her brother's lesbian porn videos, but it
was nothing compared to seeing, or smelling, the real thing. Kerin was also
amazed that two girls in her school would be doing this, and in the open no
less. She was a flurry of emotion taking in the scene, her heart rate rising
and nipples hardening.
Kerin finally said, "This is crazy. You two are going to get caught."
Her face still buried between Jane's legs, Aubrey reached over with one hand
and started to unbutton Kerin's jeans.
"Wait ... Why are you ... Why are you unbuttoning my pants?" Kerin
said, not believing what was happening.
Kerin would have normally protested, or at least have gotten a handle on the
situation, but she was attempting to fight off her rising desire and was
confused how she suddenly became involved in this forbidden tryst. She realized
she needed to simply step back, button up her pants and leave. Or maybe watch.
She figured she could at least just watch for a minute. It was then that she
had to stifle a moan as Aubrey had already pulled Kerin's jeans down and moved
her panties to the side; her stealthy fingers sliding into the stunned girl's
silky folds.
Jane had opened her eyes once she heard clothes rustling and realized she knew
who Kerin was: one of the cheerleaders on the varsity squad. Kerin was tall and
lithe, with wavy brown hair and gleaming emerald eyes. She was wearing a white
blouse and jeans.
"Oh God this is so fucking hot," Jane sighed.
Kerin moaned in agreement. Jane found the whole situation so sexy that she
couldn't help but curl her hand around the back of the Kerin's neck and pulled
her in for a kiss.
As their lips crushed together Kerin found her deeply hidden fantasies
being realized. She shuddered at the taste of Aubrey's cum, the honey flavour
still present on Jane's lips. Their kiss became more passionate as Aubrey
stepped up her efforts on both girls, her tongue circling on Jane's clit while
her thumb slid around Kerin's little bud.
Jane came first, her orgasm like a wave crashing out of her pussy. She was
silent at first, until she couldn't stay quiet and it came out of her in a
great strained gasp. Kerin wrapped her arms around Jane and pulled her close,
both kissing and moaning into her neck as she trembled on Aubrey's fingers.
Aubrey was soon crying in ecstasy she came, though no one was even touching
her. Her orgasm seemed to be sympathetic, triggered by the bliss of her two
lovers.
Exhausted, Jane and Kerin slowly kneeled next to Aubrey and pulled her down to
lay with them in a sweaty heap.
Aubrey lay panting next to them, excited by what had happened but at the same
time realizing that there was something truly strange and different about her.
Rosy colour flooded her cheeks as she tried to get a hold of the situation. She
seemed to have control of her body, at least for now, and realized how naked
she was. The cold tile floor was like ice to her fiery skin, and her entire
body was wet with sweat and her own arousal. Untangling herself from the two girls,
Aubrey returned to the stall containing her discarded clothes and cleaned
herself as best as she could manage.
Kerin stirred and sighed while Jane stretched languidly on the floor. Neither
girl was in a hurry to get up, the post-orgasmic bliss still playing heavily
with their senses.
Aubrey slid her panties on, which returned to her a small amount of security.
She found her bra to be completely useless after it had burst free from her
body, and her pink t-shirt fit, but it wasn't very comfortable. Her jeans
seemed a lost cause as they lie in a wet pile on the floor. Aubrey started to
pace as she found she had no pants to wear. By now Jane and Kerin had roused
themselves and came to her aid.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Kerin said comfortingly.
Aubrey tried to remain calm as said softly, "Well, my jeans are soaking
wet, my bra exploded and my shirt barely fits, and I need to get out of here
before the bell rings. I can't exactly walk of here in a skin tight shirt and
wet panties."
"Aw, don't ruin the moment," Jane said, "This has been the most
incredible experience of my life. If it matters that much, you can take my
clothes."
With that the raven haired beauty removed her skirt and pulled her top the rest
of the way off, leaving her in a half-discarded bra hanging lazily from her
shoulders, and black boots. Jane wasn't quite sure why she wanted to give this
still unknown girl her clothes, but she still felt so charged that she was
happy to free herself from them.
Handing them to the blonde, Jane asked, "So what's your name?"
Aubrey took the offered clothing, curious what this girl clad only in boots
would find to wear, but also finding it cute that her pubic hair matched her
boots.
"I'm Aubrey."
Aubrey donned the black skirt and exchanged her shirt for the one much better
suited to her new bust. Jane found it odd that Aubrey would be so mad with lust
first, then so dominating while fucking the two of them, and now so quiet and
reserved.
Jane turned to Kerin, "I've seen you around - you're one of the
cheerleaders, right? My name is Jane, by the way."
Jane suddenly found it silly making these introductions while naked and after
how intimate the three of them had been.
Kerin spoke up, "That's right. My name's Kerin. Actually I was coming in
her to change into my uniform. I guess I picked the right bathroom." She
smiled.
Fetching her bag she said, "Since there seems to be a clothing shortage I
think I can I help out. Jane, you can wear my blouse, and I have a spare skirt
in here somewhere. I'll wear my uniform."
The brunette pulled out her uniform and a red and black plaid pleated skirt. As
she changed outfits Aubrey stared with lusty eyes, taking in Kerin's athletic
frame and wondering how flexible she might be. Jane reluctantly put on the
proffered garments along with her own bra, which was necessary due to the
thinness of the blouse.
Meanwhile Aubrey had tied up her white sneakers, and she absent-mindedly
realized they clashed with her new outfit. She thought Jane looked amazingly
sexy in her new clothes though. The girl's black bra clearly visible through
the white blouse, Jane was showing off her tantalizing cleavage by ignoring the
top few buttons. The plaid skirt and black boots completed the naughty
schoolgirl look.
Aubrey's imagination started to wander but she caught herself, knowing how
easily she could lose control. She felt like some kind of sexual version of
Bruce Banner, and she cringed as she realized she still had no idea what had
caused her current state, or what the full implications might be. Thinking of
her current state, Aubrey looked down at her new breasts. She had somehow
almost forgotten about them. She had often wondered about implants, but never
with any serious intentions. Her new breasts felt wonderful; natural yet still
new and exciting. Her increased bust bothered her greatly, however. Of all the
things that had happened that was the most dramatic change. It would be
difficult to explain, especially to her father.
"Okay, well, I think I'd better leave. It was, um, nice to meet you
both." Aubrey awkwardly stated.
"Awww." The girls replied in unison.
Jane said, "Wait, before you go can I at least have one more taste? I've
got to taste you again."
Kerin nodded in agreement as the two temptresses lowered to their hands and knees
and slinked across the floor to where Aubrey stood, cornering her.
"Yeah, just one more taste." Kerin whined playfully.
Aubrey leaned back against the wall looking for a way out of the situation. She
didn't want to lose control again. The girls gently glided their hands up and
down Aubrey's legs and massaged her thighs briefly before snatching her panties
away. Jane brought them to her nose and inhaled deeply as Kerin moved in and
gave the blonde's slit a long, slow lick. Aubrey shuddered as the cheerleader
lapped at her sex a few more times before Jane pushed her way in, demanding her
turn. Jane attacked Aubrey's pussy with zeal while Kerin gathered her juices
off Jane's chin and sucked hungrily at her fingers.
The girls were giving Aubrey so much pleasure she almost gave in. For a moment
she figured that she had time to cum just once more.
She realized what was happening and demanded, "No, stop, I have to
go!"
Immediately Jane and Kerin ceased their assault, then slowly stood and said,
"As you wish." They both had a faraway look in their eyes for a
moment, before Jane plucked Aubrey's panties from the floor and asked if she
could keep them.
Aubrey realized that she had somehow dominated them for a moment, as if they
were very temporarily hypnotized.
Noticing
that Jane was still waiting for a response, Aubrey said, "Yeah, sure, keep
them."
The girls waved goodbye as Aubrey grabbed her books and left the restroom. In
the forty-five minutes she'd been in there she'd had her breasts enlarged, put
on a strange girl's clothes and lost her virginity to two of the most beautiful
girls in school, then somehow entranced them.
She glanced at a clock and noticed that she only had a few minutes before the
bell rang for the next period. She wanted desperately to get home and she
really didn't want to be around when the rest of the students in her homeroom
got to talking about what they saw.
She rushed down the hall, the sensation of her breasts heaving about very alien
to her. Aubrey was growing fond of her large bust, but was confused by that one
physical change. She remembered how much Jane had loved them, even calling them
perfect. It's quite a coincidence that she spontaneously grows the exact
breasts desired by the girl in the next stall.
Aubrey found herself willing her breasts back to normal size, trying to
remember how they used to feel. Immediately they shrank back to normal, and she
nearly tripped due to the sudden shift in her weight. This just gets weirder
and weirder, she thought, and then she resumed her quickened pace towards
the exit.
She was within a few feet of the door when she heard the school Dean, Roger
Benson, call out behind her, "Miss Cavanagh, where are you going this
early in the day? Don't you have biology next period?"
Aubrey skidded to a stop and turned around. Dean Benson had always taken a bit
too much interest in Aubrey; at least that is what she suspected. Her new
abilities seemed to make her much more sensitive to these things, and this only
confirmed what she had felt before.
The Dean was attractive for a man of his age, somewhere around forty is what
Aubrey had guessed. His hair had gone grey some time ago but showed no signs of
thinning, and he had a gentle face. This was contrasted by his broad shoulders
and powerful arms. He was a nice man, as nice as a school administrator can be,
but Aubrey could easily see the sexual hunger in his eyes. Who could blame him;
working amidst so many toned and sexy teenagers.
Hoping that her newfound powers of persuasion could get her out of this, Aubrey
said, "Mr. Benson, I really need to go home."
"Well if you're sick, you can go see the school nurse." The Dean
countered, "Otherwise you should head to your next class."
Aubrey racked her brain trying to figure out how she had commanded Jane and
Kerin earlier. Was it because she had spent enough time with them? Was it
because they had had sex? No, it happened right after they had gone down on
her. Aubrey was trying to think of the best way to get Dean Benson to eat her
out when the thought of how absurd that plan was hit her. Just as the Dean
started to get impatient Aubrey realized that he didn't have to lick her, he
just had to taste her. But she worried about what might happen if that didn't
work. She was suddenly reassured when something deep inside her told her that
it would.
"I have a very good reason to leave, Mr. Benson." Aubrey said as her
hands glided down her body. When they reached her skirt she grabbed at the hem
and pulled it taut, before slowly lifting it up and exposing her glistening
pussy to him.
Roger Benson's eyes bulged when she did this, muttering, "Aubrey, what are
you doing..." He trailed off, not knowing what to do next.
Aubrey ran a finger through her soaking wet slit and wiped it across his lips,
leaving it to hover under his nose. He licked his lips and moaned loudly, the
moan of a man that would give anything to get what he desired. Aubrey drew the
dripping wet digit closer to Roger's mouth and he devoured it like a wild dog.
She glanced around while she had her man enamoured, and seeing that they were
out of the way by the doors, decided to have some fun. She plucked her finger
from the Dean's mouth and returned it to her drenched pussy. After gathering as
much of her honey as she could, she lifted the borrowed tank top she wore and
smeared it all over her left breast. Roger stared at the beautiful display for
a moment before hungrily sucking the moistened nipple into his mouth, his jaw
straining as he tried to get as much coverage as possible. Aubrey ran her fingers
through his grey hair and smiled as his hot tongue washed around her tit.
Roger was doing an amazing job and she thought that, for a man, he really knew
his way around. Her thighs felt cool as a breeze cut through the room and she
realized that her cum was running down her legs again. She was getting close to
orgasm when suddenly the bell buzzed loudly above their heads. The Dean’s head
jerked up and he seemed to be coming out of his daze, so Aubrey slathered his
lips with her juices again.
As she pulled her clothes back into place she said, "Dean Benson, I want
you to forget you ever saw me here. Is that understood?"
Strolling, no, strutting away from the school, Aubrey felt energized - literally high on life. She headed down the street to a quiet little park, which was partly screened by a shabby hedge. When she got inside the gate, she turned a spontaneous cartwheel. Whee!
As she did, the black
skirt she’d been given by Jane dropped to flash her bare pussy at the only
other people in the place - two old men playing checkers on the park bench. She
saw them gaping and gave them a grin ... and then she performed another cartwheel. She
definitely wasn’t feeling herself today.
The world was
bright and vibrant – it reminded her of when her friend Julie had talked her
into downing a few cans of Jolt, and they’d ridden out the subsequent sugar and
caffeine buzz together. Only now it was mostly focused lower down. There was a
deep and potent thrumming in the neighbourhood of her pussy, and that reminded her of when her cousin
had given her a ride on his old Vulcan motorcycle.
She put her hand
under her skirt and pressed a knuckle hard against her clit. Yeah, that’s
the spot. One of them, anyway. Her nipples were still burning, too, pushed
hard against the burgundy cotton of her borrowed tank top. She considered
taking it off, but decided she liked the teasing sensation. Not to say that a little
more teasing would be amiss – so she gave each a hard twist with her free hand.
The result was that each teat finished up the length and thickness of her
thumb.
Her cotton-clad
rocket-tips were now visible from space - or from across the park, anyway. She looked
up at the old men, both now leaning forward on their bench, some fifty feet
away. She could feel the lust radiating from them; see it, even, as a
faintly glowing red aura.
A part of her knew
that none of this should be possible. The sensible thing was to run home, and
go to bed. Which wasn’t really sensible, because if she were imagining things,
then there’d be nowhere she could hide. But even as this thread of twisted
logic went through her mind, her feet were taking her toward the source of sweet
carnal energy.
It was all
happening again. The rest of her ultra-sensitive tits were swelling like they
had for Jane … then bigger yet. They dominated her chest. Without thought, she
pulled the now restrictive tank top off over her head, and let it drop on the
grass. That was so much better – the breeze was sensuously cooling.
Then
the notion
struck her that her hungry pussy wanted to get out and see the world,
too. She'd felt an odd sensation as its fringe of curls somehow
disappeared into
her body, and knew her mound was as smooth as though they’d never
been. Soon, my pet, she thought. We’re nearly there.
As she strode, she
noticed her hips were widening – that was new. By the time she reached the
bench, she’d developed a pronounced wiggle to her ass. These old boys sure
like their women curvy, she thought, as she stopped in front of them.
“Hi, guys!”
She couldn’t tell
if her admirers were under her spell or not – they both had their eyes locked
on her bouncing boobies, but that didn’t prove anything. Nor did the tents in
their trousers. There was certainly a link -
she could feel their focussed lust doing various stuff to her body.
Better give them a taste, to make sure I'm in charge, here, she decided. She
hoisted her skirt hem and tucked it into her belt, so that her pussy was able
to stare them in the eyes; then she scooped a generous dollop of pussy-juice
from each of the rivulets that were now oozing down her thighs. Two fingers in
two gaping mouths, and the job was done.
The next part was
trickier – she was breaking new ground here. The trouble was that sex education at her school mostly involved coloured beans ... except for
that time Miss Trout, her Biology teacher, had hung on the wall (far apart)
several stylized line drawings of unidentifiable anatomy. The Trout then
explained that, regrettably, in order for bunnies to make babies these bodily
parts must be 'brought together' to deliver some little tadpoles from the boy
bunny to the girl bunny. Referring to her charts, Miss Trout even went so far
as to say how this was accomplished. The boy bunny was meant to fit his
drooping tab 'A' into her slot 'B', so as to inject the tadpole guys into her.
It sounded painful, although Miss Trout had to admit that usually she didn't
die.
At the time, Aubrey hadn’t been particularly interested; but she was sure
everyone else in the room had at least some
practical experience on the subject – there was general eye-rolling and
snickering, and only she and the Trout were blushing. There was a blonde
at the back, Gloria, who’d looked baffled; but Aubrey suspected that this was
only because the girl hadn’t connected the bunny nonsense with what she was
doing in the back of her boyfriend’s car.
The bottom line was that when Aubrey had started to get odd urges and
unsettling dreams, a few weeks back, she’d found she was somewhat lacking in
hard information, as it were. She managed to get hold of some
old romance novels to read under her quilt,
to see if they explained anything; but invariably, when the heroine was finally
alone with a man, she would be enraptured, or enthralled, or occasionally
ravished - with no further explanation.
But now – now it was time to explore further. She
unfastened the grey twill trousers of the old boy on her right, pulled down his
fly and was rewarded by his goofy grin when his substantial cock stood to
attention in his lap.
“Well, yes. Of course,” she said. It was the first cock
she’d ever seen in the flesh, but it seemed utterly familiar. She stroked the
lovely thing, and basked in the flood of sexual energy. “You haven’t had any
for quite a while,” she continued, conversationally.
“Ahh – no. Thank
you, Ma’am.”
The guy on her left
pushed the checkerboard onto the ground to get closer to the action; he had a
little goatee, and Aubrey decided to organize things to her liking.
“Okay, you -
beard-guy – lay down under the bench - right here, so your head sticks out
between your buddy’s feet.”
In spite of the oddness of the request, the man hustled
hopefully into the requested position. After a bit of prodding to get him where
she wanted, Aubrey put her knees on his shoulders and sat down carefully on his
face, so that his chin hair was stimulating her clit. He immediately applied
his tongue to her pussy folds with the skill of long experience.
She shivered with
pleasure, and then dealt with the other matter at hand. After licking the cock
in front of her all over, like a lollipop, she slipped its fat tip into her
mouth – it just seemed the right thing to do.
Gradually, she
inhaled her new plaything, until the thing’s knob was down her throat. Then she
began to bob her head on it, up and down. The rocking motion that set up
was providing her pussy with some very nice sensations. She was amazed at what
the old fellow down below could do with his tongue.
By and by, she felt
the cock in her mouth tensing up. She rocked back to release it, then took a
firm grip on its base with one hand and said, “You’re not going to shoot off
your tadpoles already, are you?”
“No, Miss!”
“Well, good then.”
They sat briefly,
each anticipating her next move while listening to muffled pussy slurping. The
moment was broken by a metallic rattling noise from nearby, and they both
turned to discover a young woman standing by their bench, her left hand on a baby buggy. She
was clearly startled by their sudden attention, but didn’t take her busy right hand
out from under the hem of her sundress. “I’m sorry,” she said in a small voice.
“I didn’t mean to … I don’t know what’s come over me …”
The girl pulsated
with pent-up hunger, a blistering lust that surely would burn anyone who
touched her. Good, thought Aubrey, as she licked a tiny bit of missed
pre-cum from the corner of her mouth. “Come join us.”
The newcomer shook
her head; but even so, she came closer, with barely a glance at the sleeping
contents of her pram. Her eyes were wide with both longing and fear.
“Oh, right,” said Aubrey. “’Scuse me,” she added to the man licking her slit, as she slipped a
finger past him and inside herself. “What’s your name, cutie?”
Obviously against
her better judgement, the women leaned closer yet, her own tongue moistening
her dry lips before her husky response: “Penelope.”
Quick
as a snake, Aubrey slipped a finger-full of cum into Penelope’s still
open mouth. “There.
Now sit - just here - so I can watch.” She indicated the hard cock
standing in
front of her. Penelope eagerly hoisted up her dress to reveal
thong-style
panties, already askew. She pulled the crotch further aside and
promptly
straddled the old guy, so that she was facing Aubrey. Then she reached
down to spread her pink labia wide, and drove herself down.
Once the fat,
well-lubricated tab ‘A’ and fur-topped slot ‘B’ were comfortably fitted
together, the woman stretched her legs out wide and let out a great sigh. After
which, she pulled down the top of her dress to release her large, milk-laden
breasts. “Please - suck me!”
Aubrey felt her own
melons start to leak milk; and what was even odder (if possible), she noticed
that they were now heavily freckled. As were her arms and legs. And to judge by
the curly red hair that now cascaded around her face, it was a sure bet that
the rest of her matched.
She leaned forward
and lifted one of Penelope’s jugs to her mouth. Guess she always wanted to
do a redhead, Aubrey thought, as she clamped her mouth over the tender
nipple.
For the next while,
the group quietly continued, respectively, to suckle, lick, grind, throb ... and nap.
It was Penelope who
snapped first. She got her heels back up on the bench and started to bounce
herself up and down, harder and harder, onto the old boy’s pole - while
simultaneously milking Aubrey’s firm cow-teats, one in each hand. Moaning
plaintively, she directed the resulting creamy spray at her face.
The
various squishy
sound effects caused the guy under the bench to start groaning directly
into Aubrey’s pussy. She could feel his lust radiating in waves, and
knew that he
had unleashed his own cock, and without doubt would soon launch his own
tadpoles straight up into the air.
Soon after, Hot
Momma’s gyrations finally triggered her grand-lover’s long stifled eruption
inside her. She howled as she slammed her bottom down hard to receive him,
shuddering as she forced herself down against his convulsing body until he’d
drained himself.
But it was Aubrey
whose come had begun first, way back when Penelope first started milking her.
It felt at first like she was going to explode; then, as her orgasm raged
through her, on and on, it was like she’d imploded – like a ball of
sheer pleasure, of sheer energy, had been compressed inside her, centred in her
womb.
Aubrey had no idea
how long the full glow of it lasted. When she came to her senses, Penelope was
slumped forward in her arms, still impaled on the old guy’s cock. Both were
still out for the count, as was the guy below, now breathing heavily but
regularly around her cunt lips.
She sat quietly for
a while longer, but as her lust faded, Aubrey became flustered. What the hell
was she doing? Hell, indeed! She’d just had sexual relations with two girls at
her school, her Dean, these guys on the bench, and this nice woman - all inside
an hour and a half. What would her father say?
It was necessary to
tip Penelope back against the old guy’s chest before Aubrey could extricate
herself. She backed away from the still dazed group, then turned and ran,
scooping her tank top from the grass as she went. Her oversized breasts bounced
madly, and she had to grip them tightly to keep her balance. Which, of course,
felt very nice.
She stopped at the
far entrance to the park, breathing heavily and close to panic. After pulling
the tank top back over her head, she found that her body parts had returned to
their normal sizes and colouration. She was regular old Aubrey again … except
that she felt fever-hot. This was crazy. Taking a last glance back, she saw the
two guys sitting as though they were suffering very bad hangovers. One of them
was pulling closed his fly. The woman looked equally stunned, and was pushing
the buggy away with one tit still hanging free.
Then Aubrey did
what she’d been tempted to do in the first place - she ran all the way home and
hid under her quilt.
After her pulse
returned to normal, she realized that undressing before climbing into
bed would have been the better course of action. She reeked of down-and-dirty
sex. Popping her head out from under the covers, she looked around. Coast
clear, check. Reflection still Aubrey – check. It was safe to hustle across the
hall to the bathroom. Her father wouldn’t be home for a few hours, yet. She’d
use the first hour to take a very long shower. Rinsing away her troubles with
the dust had always worked before – but this time it was gonna take a little
extra.
She cranked the tap
and stepped in, still wearing the cum-sodden clothes she’d borrowed from Jane.
Closing her eyes, she let the hot water needle her face and chest. It wasn’t
until she leaned back, wringing out her long blonde hair and looking around for
the shampoo, that she noticed that the room was full of steam. The tap handle
was set at full hot – the water should have been scalding. Great, she
thought. Something wrong with the plumbing now, too. Time to strip off
before it gets stone cold in here.
By the time her
father got home, Aubrey had got hold of herself. She’d put on the least
attractive clothes in her closet – possibly on the planet – and made dinner.
They ate in relative silence:
“Anything
interesting happen at school today?”
“Not really …”
“Aren’t you
hungry?”
“Uh - I had a big
drink of milk after school …”
She mostly kept her
eyes lowered – partly from embarrassment, and partly because this evening when
she looked at her father she kept finding herself wondering if he looked just
as hot naked.
He gave her a few
funny looks, but didn’t push her; when she said she thought maybe she had a
cold coming on, and was going to bed, he just nodded. She hoped a cold would
explain her subdued behaviour.
~~~
Aubrey woke with a
start, her heart pounding and her bedding soaked in sweat. It was just past
dawn – the sun was lighting up the treetops outside her open bedroom window.
She could only remember snatches of her dream, but those bits were intensely
vivid.
She’d dreamed she
was perching on that very windowsill, looking across the yard; and then she
remembered flying high over the town, looking down. The school-ground, the
little park she’d visited the previous afternoon, the rooftops around about,
and the bouncing van of Gloria’s latest boyfriend - all glided by underneath,
tinged with silver in the bright moonlight. And from a window below, she’d seen
a loom of red light.
She had another
memory, of looking in the window at Bobby Thompson. Ordinarily, he sat two rows
over in homeroom; in her dream he was asleep in his own bed, his covers kicked
off and his cock standing at three-quarter mast. And he was glowing red, like
the old men had done. Somehow, she’d known he was dreaming of her.
Now, in the light of the new day, she wasn’t sure why she would have dreamt of
Bobby dreaming about her, although he was kinda cute.
In the next part of
her dream, she was standing over him, and he was glowing more brightly than
before, lighting up the dark room. His cock was harder, too. She climbed up
onto the bed, light as a thistle, and straddled his face. After wiping her
dripping pussy across his lips, she’d shifted back to catch the tip of his cock
with her questing pussy lips. And then she’d taken him, in a single plunge. She
knew there was no way she could know what that really felt like –she was
still technically a virgin, the previous day’s events notwithstanding – and yet
she remembered the sensation clearly. It had been exhilarating. Better than
that – awesome. Stupendous, even.
She remembered the
force of her motion driving his hot bone deep into her body; after, when she
bottomed out, she’d leaned forward and, while looking into his glazed eyes,
she’d licked his face with her long, long tongue. She had followed that with a
deep kiss, and then she was bucking and plunging on his fleshy rod, with her
pussy muscles striving to catch hold, even as her slick juices joined his to
momentarily defeat that goal. And as she rode on, she could feel more … alive,
with every stroke.
And she especially
remembered coming: tipping her head back, silently exalting, and then beating
the air with her leathery wings, so that she physically lifted Bobby off the
bed, with her claw-like fingernails in his shoulders and her pussy finally
locked tightly on his cock. Plus, once his back was clear of the mattress,
she’d wrapped her long prehensile tail around his waist, and used it to pull
him deeper inside her. She could still remember the sensation of his burning
cum fountaining up into her core - a fountain of life. And it had fed into the
same molten ball of fiery lust in her belly that she’d felt the day before.
She’d had some
bizarre dreams in her life, but this one definitely beat them all.
She couldn’t
remember much after that mega-orgasm – just glimpses of flying again. She
lifted up the sheets, just to make sure. Yup, everything looked normal … except
that she was naked. Looking around, she saw her pyjamas in a heap under the
window - which she distinctly recalled having shut before she’d climbed into
bed.
It couldn’t have
happened … could it? It must be some sort of psychological reaction to the
stuff that had gone down the day before, which yes, was a little naughty in the
cold light of day, and okay, was maybe a bit mysterious with the growing and
shrinking boobs. But there had to be a logical explanation. She couldn’t
actually think of one, right now, but no doubt she’d get to school and there
would be an announcement about – what? A leak of a psychoactive chemical,
maybe, from … somewhere.
Oh! Oh! She had it!
Some nerd probably put LSD in the water system. And that weird dream was a
flashback, or something.
She ate a piece of
dry toast for breakfast – like at dinner the night before, she wasn’t really
hungry. On the other hand, the sexual overdrive her body had been in for the
last week or so seemed to have eased off, to what she supposed was a normal
background level. Maybe she’d reached some sort of hormonal balance.
As it turned out, there were no police. No nurses. And no Bobby.
Aubrey sat at her
homeroom desk in a daze, as Mr Brant droned on – twenty minutes of morning
wasted, just for daily attendance and announcements (plus the barely concealed
last-minute swapping of homework). She wasn’t nearly as horny as she’d been the
day before, although the exercise of going over and over in her mind everything
that had happened to her was making her a bit warm and tingly.
Then again … she
looked hard at the guy on her left. Aha! He wouldn’t meet her eye. Nor
would the kid on her other side. Maybe they were all sitting there pretending
nothing unusual - no sirree, nothing whatsoever - had gone down. Just like her.
On the other hand,
perhaps only she had been slipped a drug and had then imagined
everything. Her neighbours might just be embarrassed about her erratic (or
erotic) behaviour. Of course, if it came down to only involving her, the
simpler solution was that she was plain bat-shit crazy.
Only, where was
Bobby? Not that his being gone necessarily meant anything. He was probably just
sick, or off to see the dentist. Or lying dead in a pool of cum, came an
uninvited thought.
No! He was fine the
last time she’d seen him. Better than fine, what with his gloriously hard
… Again, no! She hadn’t really seen him in his bedroom. The last time
had to have been in homeroom yesterday, otherwise …
Mr. Brandt
interrupted her convoluted thoughts. “Aubrey!”
A girl tittered
behind her. How long had the teacher been trying to get her attention?
“Ah. Back to earth,
are we? No need to be alarmed, Miss
Cavanagh. I only wish to remind you that
perfumes are not permitted. Allergies, and so on.”
Perfume?
She wasn’t wearing perfume. And what the hell did ‘and so on’ mean? But then
she caught the distinctive honeysuckle and strawberry scent of her pussy
juices. Did the pompous toad know the difference?
“I’m
sorry, Mr. Brandt.” Blushing, she lowered her eyes - and finally realized that,
for some reason, she’d worn Jane’s sexy blouse and skirt combo. The previously
unnoticed breeze down below notified her that she’d also inexplicably neglected
to put on underwear. She closed her sprawling knees together, hoping not to attract
any more attention, but God only knew how many people she’d flashed while she
was zoned out. Her teacher, for a certainty - he was giving her the oddest look.
Even
as her face reddened, her world got more complicated. She felt her
nipples
harden … and her pert little breasts expand yet again. Not only that,
but her stiff clit was growing, so much so that it was pushing up its
own little tent in her lap. She slumped to hide the changes, and
closed her eyes to block out the sight of all the staring kids. Whatever
happened yesterday is happening again!
Although
she knew he must have gotten a serious eyeful, and was now
was fantasizing weird shit involving her, still
Audrey silently thanked her
teacher when he diverted attention from her suffering. “Enough,” he said. “I
have two more important announcements to make before you leave.”
They
weren’t important, of course. They never were. When the bell rang, she fled out
the back door – only to find the waiting Jane and Kerin. They must have skipped
their own homerooms to be there. They took station on either side of her and
each gave give her a not-quite-chaste kiss on her cheek by way of greeting;
then they escorted her to her locker. Suddenly she had her very own posse.
Before they
deposited her at her first class, Jane leaned close to whisper, “Meet us at
lunchtime in the darkroom. If the camera club nerds are there, we’ll just boot
them out … unless you want to eat them.” She darted her pointed little tongue
into Aubrey’s ear for emphasis.
Eat them? Aubrey
felt a thrill of panic. She hadn’t actually eaten anyone - had she? Not even
Bobby, supposing … No. That had been nothing but a vivid dream. Maybe the
explanation to all of this was that she’d finally caught up to the rest of the
class in the raging hormone department. She’d heard as how that could fuck you
up. Granted, her friends’ fixation on sex ordinarily seemed to develop as
gradually as their busts. And they had never complained to her about
hallucinations involving body parts, or having weird and explicit dreams – but
then she wasn’t about to start going around telling anyone about that stuff,
either.
And, to tell the
truth, she’d sort of eaten Jane’s luscious pussy the previous morning. “I’ll
see you there,” she murmured. She could feel her hot juices once again sliding
down her thighs. Before she walked into math class, she had to sop them up on
the hem of her borrowed skirt.
She expected it to
be a very long morning, but then she seemed to get a second wind. Not that
Math, and then Social Studies, weren’t as stultifying as ever, but for some
reason she was beginning to sense that nearly everyone around her was thinking
about sex.
Which
wasn’t a
surprise – so was she – but it was a tangible thing, like there was
something
in the air. She could even tell where the strongest sources were. Her
nostrils twitched as she glanced around, and she focused
on a boy, two seats over. He had a hand in his lap, almost out of sight
below
his desk, and was rubbing his cock against his inner thigh.
Two days ago, the
sight of some guy wanking in Math class would have grossed her out, but now she
found herself admiring the size of the lump it made. And then she recalled
how it was she’d caught him. Wow!
I must be developing a more mature
sense of smell, she decided. Funny no one ever talks about it. Apart
from feeling slightly smug (both about her new-found skill, and about the fact
that she wasn’t the only horny one around the place), she found it quite
pleasant. Invigorating, even.
By the time
lunchtime rolled around, she was feeling positively buzzed. She’d long since
gotten over the weirdness of Jane and Kerin’s behaviour earlier. When she
slipped into the art classroom, she was focusing on their lewd performance the
day before. There was no one to be seen inside, but once she’d quietly shut the
door behind herself, she could hear the liquid slurping sounds of hot sex.
Sure enough, behind
some tables, she found her new friends engaged in an energetic sixty-nine. They
were laying on a low step-up platform usually reserved for a table-load of
vegetables (the standard fodder for bad still-life paintings). Both were still
clothed; but, like her, they had obviously dispensed with any panties under
their slutty little skirts that morning, so they had full freedom to play.
And, hopping and
crouching around them, was a kid snapping away with an expensive looking
camera.
The kid, whom
Aubrey didn’t recognize, ignored Jane’s odd comment, and leaned in behind her
for an extremely rude close-up. He was, indeed, a nerd; but if you took away
the taped glasses and the pocket protector, he’d serve.
She shook her head
at the thought, trying to clear away the growing fog of lust, but she knew she
was loosing to it.
“Come on, Jerry,”
said Jane. “Let’s all go to the darkroom and see what develops!”
The kid actually
grinned, but Aubrey couldn’t tell if it was at the lame joke, or from joy at
his good fortune. For her part, she could feel her body heating, and even more
worrying, she could feel her lechery deepen. She knew she had to have it – fuck
all three of them – and soon.
The girls
disengaged their tangled parts and led Jerry into the back room; trembling,
Aubrey followed. The space was only lit by a small red light, but she found to
her surprise that that was more than enough. While the others were stumbling
over the boxes and stools that were scattered inside, she looked around.
The strangest thing about the space was that high mirrors ran all along the wall opposite the door. She stared at her reflection for a moment, and then the penny dropped. Unreconstructed nerds must run the school’s administration, because this room and the outer one had clearly once been one large dance studio. She liked dancing.
Okay, there was
another thing, slightly stranger, to be seen: her long blond hair looked black
– blacker, even, than Jane’s. It had to be the light, of course … although that
didn’t explain the fact that her hair was also now curly.
After closing the
door, she found herself getting even hotter than before – and not just in a
lascivious sort of way. She felt like she’d stepped into a furnace. Without
thinking, she began to pull off her clothes. She wasn’t the only one.
Jane and Kerin
were busily stripping the hapless Jerry, licking various bits of his anatomy as
they went; at the same time they also relieved each other of their skimpy
skirts and blouses, and exchanged occasional sloppy kisses. From time to time,
they also glanced her way, in a way that was both sly and amorous. Like they
were sharing a sexy secret with her … but also a bit like they were seeking her
approval.
As if to confirm
that impression, when they’d finished unwrapping themselves and the dazed boy,
Kerin asked, “Will this be suitable, Mistress?”
Suddenly, she
realized that all three of her companions had a glowing red aura – funny, she’d
never noticed that before. They lit up the room far more than the feeble light
bulb over the sink, although they themselves still seemed to be having trouble
seeing much.
Feeling suddenly
cramped, Aubrey arched her back and stretched her arms and wings wide. That
felt much better. “YESSS,” she answered, at last. Oddly enough, her voice had
dropped a full octave. She folded her arms to run her hands over her breasts.
They felt bigger, again … fuller, they way they should.
Contrariwise, the
other occupants of the room seemed much smaller. Especially Jerry - for some
reason, the boy had dropped to huddle on the floor, and was hiding his face and
whimpering. And, although Jane and the taller Kerin were still standing, she
was now looking down on both of them. On the other other hand, both
girls had bigger racks again, too, just like in the restroom the day before. Of
course, she thought, everybody looks different naked.
As Aubrey licked
her burning lips and contemplated her followers’ state of undress, Jane stepped
up to her; and, after bobbing what seemed to have been meant a curtsy, the girl
thrust two fingers briskly in and out of Audrey’s steaming snatch. Another bob
followed and then, after flourishing her sticky digits, she turned and crouched
to swipe them across Jerry’s lips.
The kid shuddered
and then relaxed. Aubrey’s acolytes pulled their unresisting offering to his
feet, and pushed him toward her. His face wore a thousand-yard stare, but he
was now smiling, and his cock had returned to full mast.
She took their gift
standing, lifting him up to pull his hardness into her body, and then wrapping
one furry heel tight behind his butt to hold him there. He nearly came right
away; but she put a stop to that, clamping her powerful pussy-lips tightly
around the base of his cock. Once she’d prevented his premature eruption, she
slithered her long tongue down his throat, savouring his flavour for a time.
Then she removed her tongue and substituted the tip of her tail, which she’d
been using to tickle his ear.
The girls
contributed their own wanton energies, pressing their bodies hard against her
flanks and sides, and reaching up to stroke her face (using their free hands –
the other being devoted to pleasuring their own drooling pussies). Jane even
managed, by stepping up onto the hoof Aubrey had kept planted on the floor, to
reach up and catch hold of one of her goat-like horns.
As Aubrey’s hunger
swelled (much like the engorged member trapped inside her cunt), her confusion
ebbed. Not that anything had begun to make sense to her – but she was now well
on her way to another dizzying crescendo of ecstasy. A possible touch of
madness was a minor matter just then. She twitched the tips of her huge
widespread wings to keep her balance, and admired her mirrored image in the
wall beyond.
Whoa! Check out
my bee-sting lips
, she
thought.
As she felt herself
reaching the edge, she finally released her inner iron grip on the kid’s
unnaturally grown cock and shifted her pussy into massage mode. The result was
immediate. All of them started to come - even her literally enthralled
sidekicks, who both emitted thin screams as they drove their fists deep into
their primed and hungry boxes.
When her own orgasm
finally hit in earnest, Aubrey was still staring at the mirror. Although she
had somehow accepted what she saw reflected there (and how could you argue with
anything during an incoming cataclysmic orgasm?), she was still taken
aback at what happened when the big ‘O’ hit: her strikingly different eyes - one hazel and one
blue - suddenly teamed together to flash identical beams of brilliant white
light.
The boy she held
pressed to her crotch pumped his essence into her muscular belly for a
remarkably long time; once he’d been drained, she let him drop to the floor.
When she thumped the hoof that had been supporting him onto the polished wood
by his limp body, the girls, still unsatisfied, switched to humping her legs:
crouching like dogs, they began rubbing their breasts on her shins and grinding
their burning clitorises against the coarse fur that extended slightly above
the heels – now hocks - of her elongated goat-feet.
Aubrey basked in
their carnal energy, but she was nearly sated, and the hard light from her eyes
was beginning to dim. Her mind was slipping back into focus, now. Slowly, she
became aware she was feeding on their energy; and aware, too, of the
concentrated power of the cum she held tightly inside. It seemed only proper to
give some to her worshipers - just a taste. Carefully, she allowed her pussy to
release a controlled stream of the precious fluid, which trickled down inside
her thighs. Jane and Kerin lapped it up eagerly.
She furled her
leathery wings around her body, which felt remarkably comforting - like holding
herself tight with enormous hands. Once wrapped, she took stock. She’d always
tried to be a good girl – and she still felt like one - but the Aubrey
she saw in the mirror didn’t match that impression. Suddenly she remembered
poor Larry. Alarmed, she looked down. His aura was slightly dimmer, but it was
still there, and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Happily, even, to judge
by his still-hard cock and faintly twitching hips.
Jane and Kerin
seemed fine, too. And if they were unusually devoted to her, well, they seemed
normal enough otherwise … if a little uninhibited. So, she thought – no
harm, no foul, right?
She also noticed
that they were slightly taller again, but this time she understood. It wasn’t
them; it was her. She was shrinking, turning back into her old self. She could
feel it – not only were her legs changing, but her wings were beginning to
retract into her shoulders, and her horns were somehow being drawn back into
her head. How, she wondered, had she not noticed these bonus bits when they
were growing out? ‘Cause it felt incredibly stimulating (if peculiar) when they
were sucked back in.
That was the thing
– finally, everything seemed to come into focus, even though she still didn’t
understand it. Twice, she’d turned into something … different. Something
magical. Mystical, even - and powerful. It had been a Jekyll and Hyde thing, at
first, but now she felt like she’d been made whole.
It looked as though
the changes, to her and everyone around her, were the real deal – even if, just
now, she and the others looked pretty much like they used to do. That’s just
on the outside, she thought, as she watched the girls smooching each other
while they sorted out the clothes. Camouflage.
She poked Jerry
with a pink, human-looking toe. He was now snoring lightly. Of course he’s
alive, she thought. And so is Bobby. Just a little shagged out. She
smiled at that. A few big meals and a good sleep, and they’d be in fine fettle.
And as soon as they’ve perked up some, they’ll be ready to feed on again. Just
like milk cows, really.
“Here’s your shirt,
mistress,” said Jane – handing over the strapless burgundy number that Aubrey
had been wearing since she’d borrowed it the previous day.
“Thanks.” She
pulled the stretchy top over her bare chest, and then looked down at her
original issue, modestly-sized (but perky) tits. Magic, huh?
Concentrating hard, she made her nipples stiffen. Well, any horny girl could
probably do that, she thought. After more effort, they slowly pushed her shirt
out - two, then three inches. Ha!
Kerin, watching,
giggled. “Careful you don’t put someone’s eye out with one of those,” she said,
and then she cheekily hung Aubrey’s borrowed black skirt by its belt from her
right-hand nip.
It hung there,
swinging, until Aubrey made her chest return to pre-Mistress dimensions. She
caught the thing as it fell, and, rather reluctantly, pulled it up over her
still glistening sex. “I think it’s time for a trip to the office,” she announced.
“We’ve been quite naughty, after all. Now we should throw ourselves on Dean
Ellis’s tender mercy.”
“She doesn’t have one,” said Kerin. “Unless she keeps a strap-on model in her drawer.”
“Ya think so?
That'd make it even more fun. Either way, I think we can persuade her to
run this place a little more to our liking.” Aubrey reached under the black
linen curtain that barely concealed her clit, and gave it a friendly tug. There
were definitely possibilities here.