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Fragments of a Demon Possession - Fragment 4. (Mm+Ff+, Orgy,
Airplane, Anime-like)
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Fragments of a Demon
Possession
Fragment Four
Jack's Fugue state kicked in when the plane dropped a thousand or
so feet. The rush of fear, panic exhilaration and relief gave
the demon the opening he needed to ignite his control. Jack's
woozy vision slipped back to that fevered memory of that silver
haired nurse perched on his bed, her mouth slurping his hardening
cock. Her hardening eyes. Jack twitched as the demon took
control of his senses.
The plane was 3/4 full good. The surge had given him a small
battery of power and he thought he could convert all of them. No
sense in letting the power dissipate. The situation was near
perfect for him. He must arrange to do this every flight. The
demon searched Jack's mind: Stewardesses. Attendants. Men who
flew. Ah, they must be prepared specially. The plane must fly
safely. He extended his aura into them and set them into a
narrow focus. He set in them the ability to maintain great
erections and sustain powerful orgasms for the days afterward.
Their reward for staying at their jobs. The Demon felt about for
the passengers. These two, too sick. These two, too old for the
strain. He had them sink into sleep and warded them. No sense
giving opponents a chance for any power. He looked into thoughts
and hazy feelings of the throng. Everyone was so closely packed.
No chance of interruption. There was much to work with. He drew
lines from this one to that one, energizing hidden feelings,
empowering their flesh. He prepared the power that would remove
their control, and start the energy tapping ritual. This plane
was so juicy, so full of contained, easy to absorb power. This
would be even better than the place of the Dance. The Demon
looked into Jack's memory and formulated his design. Jack was a
good host, despite still maintaining his personality, he was so
creative, so imaginative. The demon built the ritual like some
fiery opalescent aura. At the proper moment the Demon feed in
the energy he had pooled. Out it flowed, out, striking all the
passengers. A massive tremor coruscated thru the compartment.
The Demon slipped back into his web and prepared to collect this
new power and plant nodes into everyone who synchronized with him
here. He vibrated with Joy as he slipped into his new pool of
orgasms.
Jack dreamily swam to being again. He felt funny, weird, again.
Maybe it was still the lightening hit. Then Jack saw the women in
the window seat next to him, and realized he must be dreaming a
great, strange, wonderful dream. She had dark hair, thin
features, with a beautifully curved belly and a fine butt. She'd
been polite but self absorbed. Her nose had been red, perhaps
from a cold or allergies. But now her jeans were disheveled on
the floor and she had her long slim fingers rubbing hotly across
her crotch into her bare twat. She saw him, her eyes widening,
hardening. Oh yes. She ripped open his jeans fly, and the hard
dick popped out. His dick. Long and stiff. She looked up at
him as she slid across the seat. Her hot mouth engulfed the tip
and slid sinuously on down. Her panties came off. With one hand
she steadied herself, the other worked in and out of her tunnel.
Across from him, the three college girls had stripped off their
pants; the one with the skirt had removed her pantyhose. Two
men, one the older banker, tie still on, had their heads buried
in the girls crotches, feasting. The third had a middle aged
lady licking her clit, as well as the lady's two fingers up her
slit and two up her ass. Standing on the three seats, hunkering
over them were three men, only one able to stand uprite, the
other two hunched underneath the overhead baggage bins. The one
standing up on the aisle seat was a college boy Jack recognized.
The grad student from Seattle who had been writing a report. The
brunette girl's mouth stroked up and down his penis, much like
the girl in Jack's lap. The second fellow, a corpulent
Mexican-American, whose hips bucked his cock into the hands and
mouth of the plain girl with the thick glasses. Her eyes were
closed and her moans rhythmic. The tubby gent was stretched out
across the top of the chair as he reached over and fondled and
suckled on the huge breasts of the sturdy matron behind him.
That matron was riding the considerable dick of an energetic,
sweating college boy, sitting beneath her. The third girl, the
blonde with all the earrings and the Hard Rock Caf, t-shirt was
in the window seat. A sharp young business type with nothing on
but his socks and tie was standing on her hands, pinning them to
the seat cushion. He had her head in his hands was coordinating
his hands and pelvic thrust as he vigorously mouth fucked her.
You could hear the sharp intake of breath as his long skinny cock
pulled back from especially frenetic thrusts.
In front of them, the heavily made up woman had her skirt hiked
up, the blouse open, and her naked teenage son nursing happily as
he pumped his dick into her dark hairy maw. Behind him a husky
suited man, fly open, was whipping out his dick and taking aim at
the boy's brown nether eye. Within minutes the excitable boy was
corked fully, the thick prick sliding up and out, and the two
lunging together. The man started french kissing his catemite's
mother.
The two college girls to Jack's front were engaged: The talkative
blond was on all fours rooting around in her girlfriends sugar
shack. The darker girl lay on her back. A stewardess with
sharply cut brown hair and sumptuous flesh straddled the dark
girl.
A scene two rows up caught Jack's eye. It was the tall, nervous
girl with the pony tail, the one who didn't like flying. She was
bent over the top of a chair. Jack unhooked from his seatmate.
She moaned, complaining, but a handsome black guy from the row
behind moved forward and fed her his wide schlong. Jack stepped
forward to see what the nervous girl was doing; her mouth was
anchored on a stout reddened erection, her hands fondling the
erection of the lucky, ruddy stiff in the seat behind her. The
older lady next to the lucky stiff slept peacefully. The nervous
girl had her legs anchored on the man sitting in the aisle seat.
Her hips rolled as she ground her pussy lips in his face. He was
an especially lucky gent, as lying on the seat next to him was a
young girl, her dark brown hair worn in twin braids. His hands
grasped the twin braids and worked the girl's head up and down
his cock. She still managed to look surprised and amazed even
with this swollen dick sunk three inches past her sweet full
lips. Jack watched as she strained against the pull on her
braids, but then licked the head when given some slack. A couple
of sharp tugs on the braids and she positioned herself over the
stiff cock head, slow pressure on the braids, and she sank down
on it, slowly taking it's measure with gasps and gulps.
"Charming schoolgirl" he thought. Jack followed the tug in his
prick and sidled into that Row 12, sliding over towards the
window side where the schoolgirl lay. The tall, thin, nervous
girl gyrated, bumping into his shoulders with erotic abandon.
The long legs led to sleek thighs and a slim tight jouncy pair of
buttocks. Her thighs clamped down on the head between them.
Ripples flowed up and down her body. Jack stared at those
appealing flanks, those arched buns. He grasped the thighs and
nuzzled his face into her musky crack He licked it up and down,
then poked his tongue into her squirming starfish. The slick
muscle parted and palpitated, and he felt her body spasm. It
felt good. Jack drove his tongue in as far as it would go,
swirling and sucking. He probed rapidly, then tongued the
creases of her pucker. He blew his hot breath in; he poked
finger and tongue in together. He ate her out as she came time
and again, as they both lost track. His world was a musky rose
bounded by the hot white moons, a shower of flesh. He was
awakened by the pull on his prick. His pants were pulled down,
and a hand awkwardly felt his roaring erection. With a final
passionate kiss, he left that most delightful of asses.. Looking
down he saw the schoolgirl's hand exploring his cock. The dick
of the man holding her braids had softened, evidence of it's
explosion dripping from her face. He had her still licking it,
her face bathed in come. She eyed Jack's prick curiously,
expectantly. The slim hand felt his crown, danced questioningly
over his balls. Nervous girl straightened up and twisted around.
She drew Jack in, her brown eyes wild with fever. "Good Man"
she whispered, lips close "that was good, man. Remember, will
remember . That was so good." A call from the seat behind her
called her back. She kissed Jack deeply, her tongue lively, the
taste of sperm on her lips. She bent over the seat again and
latched her mouth onto the newly rising rod.
Jack remembered his quest and slid on, down on his knees by the
seat of the little schoolgirl. Her hand lost its hold on his
dick. He grasped the small hand and brought it to the buttocks
of the lucky man seated there. He straightened her fingers and
guided it up to the man's rectum, plunging it in sharply, showing
her to probe it. The man's penis jumped and started to rise
again.
Jack unbuttoned her blouse and tied it behind her back. Little
cupcake breasts with pink nipples. He unzipped her little dress,
slid it down, then her plain cotton panties til both were past
the white frilly socks she still wore. As she knelt there,
tongue working on a rising dick, he stared into a slice of
heaven, soft lips, and engorged pink mound with just a few whisps
of down. An already erect clitoris almost an inch long peaked
out from atop the luscious lips. Her buttocks flowed into
delicate girlish thighs. Enraptured, Jack stood up, bent over
her hindquarters and licked down her crack, past a quivering pink
anus onto the lovely pussy. He dipped his tongue in, tasting the
beginnings of a juicy cunt. He thrummed the clit with his
tongue, enjoying the feel of her trembling. He sucked and
licked, running his tongue along her inner and outer lips,
returned to her sensitive bud, delighting in the shivers it drew.
Moving his hand to her clit, he swirled a finger around it, then
smoothly rubbing it between thumb and finger. Trailing his
tongue past her cunny, dancing across her perineum, his tongue
traced the corrugation of her anus. He laved the crinkled
sphincter, concentrating on the vertical opening, he pushed in
with his tongue, caressing the musky smooth walls. His finger
and tongue action drew nasal moans from the schoolgirl. She had
the now stiffened cock head in her mouth and was swirling her
tongue around it madly. He noticed her fingers thrusting into
the man's rectum with the same rhythm as his tongue. Back to the
brown temple, he tongue licked and thrust, fingers twirling on
her clit.
The fiery raging in his prong pulled him up from his delightful
duty. His prick thrust out, engorged, purplish red. "My god,
that's bigger than usual" he thought "Almost a foot - and those
nubs. Hunh? Cum leaked from the tip without lessening the fiery
drive burning with it.
The schoolgirl was now bobbing up and down; the man was thrusting
his cock up while pulling the girl's head down by the braids.
She rode the cock well now, sliding down to the base of the rod,
the head buried in the back of her throat. He grabbed her
thighs, smooth, firma and warm. He maneuvered her into position,
the huge nut of his dickhead sliding along her dripping lips.
Slow steady thrust pressure, slick tightness, resistance,
exquisite penetration. Slowly the strangely huge dick surged on
into the tight pussy. The schoolgirl warbled through the dick
burrowing in and out of her mouth. He stopped only when his
pubic hair meshed with her pussy lips. It felt wonderful, and he
reveled in it. Pulling back, the suction and tightness was
unbelievable. He pulled out to the cockhead and paused and began
a steady thrusting pulse.
He became his throbbing prong, pulsing withing her clenching
pussy. He rode the girl til she started bucking like all the
world's rodeos. His prong became a piston shot with glory. He
felt the energy rise and when his climax came, he ceased to be as
his blazing sperm blew out his prodhead.
The demon looked on with great pleasure. He ate the energy of
the orgasms. There would feed him for weeks, power his other
ploys. The passengers were converting beautifully. Soon he
would have enough to support a physical temple. <1st attachment
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