Fantasy The Battered Lamp

"Well, yes, but we just met." Aaliyah took another sip. Delicious. "He seems like a kind man, and loves his girlfriend very much." Girlfriend. What a strange word.

"I thought he did, and then he married you."

Jealousy radiated from the girl. She loves her brother. Perhaps she would make an excellent wife. "Your brother shall have more than one wife. This Christy seems like a likely candidate, and I eagerly await meeting her. I hope we can be the fastest of friends, sharing in our love for your brother."

Fatima stared in stunned amazement at the Djinn. "That's crazy. You can only have one wife."

"Why?"

"I...I don't know," Fatima spluttered. "You just can't."

"What were you thinking about in the shower?" Aaliyah asked, probing her sister-in-law's feelings. Kyle seemed unwilling to expand his harem, and a great man needed one to prove the power he possessed.

The girl blinked in shock. ...pleasure horny Kyle's chest his muscles Kyle's cock inside me fucking me oh yes oh yes... Her thoughts were scrambled: flashes of Kyle; fantasies of being taken by her brother in the shower, in her bedroom; forced to be his lover and please him.

Aaliyah smiled.

"I was just showering." Her protest was half-hearted, her face darkening in embarrassment.

Aaliyah peered into her eyes, reaching out to touch her knees. "I think you were doing more than that."

Fatima's looked down at her tea. "Okay, fine. I was masturbating. Thinking about guys."

"About Kyle?"

"Of course not!" Her protest sounded sincere. "He's my brother. I've known him my whole life!"

And been in love with him for that long. Aaliyah picked up apart the tangled mess of her thoughts. Fatima always felt like Kyle never saw her as a woman and masked her hurt behind playful jests. How sad. If she could hear Kyle's thought, she would know just how much Kyle admires her body.

"It's okay," the Djinn told her, stroking her thigh. "He is so handsome. How could you not think about him that way?"

""He's my brother! It's wrong!" she sniffed. "And he still thinks of me as that bratty ten-year-old sister."

"Love can overcome any obstacles," Aaliyah answered, patting her knee.

"I just...I can't help myself. I'm such a pervert!"

Aaliyah reached out and gently wiped at her tear, then cupped her face, leaning in. "There's nothing wrong with incest. How long have you desired him?"

"A few years." Fatima bit her lip. "We have relatives who are Zoroastrians; it's still an active religion among some of the Kurds, and I was curious about it. I read that the Zoroastrian kings of Persia would marry their sisters. To keep their bloodline pure and..."

Aaliyah nodded in understanding. "It's only natural. If you could, would you?"

"Marry Kyle? I..."

Aaliyah reached out and gently wiped at her tear, then cupped her face, leaning in. "You are a great beauty. Those pouty lips and dark eyes framed by your lush lashes. And Kyle notices. Believe me."

Fatima bit her lip. "Really?"

Aaliyah leaned in closer, their lips inches apart, staring into the girl's dark, almond-shaped eyes. She's as beautiful as her brother is handsome. Her nethers ached, and she wished Kyle was home to provide her with some satisfaction. Lust billowed inside the Djinn, her thoughts full of her husband, increasing her ardor.

"Would you if there were no consequences?"

Her answer was a whisper. "Yes."

Aaliyah kissed her. Fatima froze in surprise, then pulled away. "What're you doing?"

"I can feel your lust," she answered. "It would be wrong of us to seek out another man who wasn't our husband, so we should turn to each other."

"You mean...me and you...?"

Aaliyah nodded.

"But I'm not a lesbian."

"Neither am I," the Djinn nodded. "There is nothing wrong with women of the harem seeking comfort from each other."

"Harem?"

"You wish to be his wife?"

Fatima's cheeks darkened and she nodded.

"Close enough," Aaliyah purred, leaning in, and kissed her sister-in-law again. This time Fatima didn't pull away.

Fatima's kiss was sweet, her lips moist, a curious flavor, sweet and tart, covered the young woman's lips. Her head tilted, almond eyes squeezed shut, and she sighed into the Djinn. Aaliyah hands reached out, caressing her side through the curious fabric of her...T-shirt. It wasn't linen or silk or satin, and the weave was so fine. Such marvels this age held.

Fatima's timid hands touched Aaliyah's side beneath her vest, and Aaliyah squirmed and kissed Kyle's sister harder. Her kiss is divine! She's my sister, and soon she'll be my sister-wife! Aaliyah's heart beat faster. She slipped her hands beneath the T-shirt; Fatima trembled. The Djinn's gentle hands found a curious garment binding her budding breasts.

Aaliyah broke the kiss and pulled Fatima's shirt over her head. The curious garment was white with pink dots over it, standing out against her dark skin, and cupped her breasts with straps running over her shoulders and beneath her arms.

"What is this?" she asked, caressing Fatima's hard nipple through the fabric.

"My bra?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't you know what a bra is? It supports my breasts and makes me look cute."

"You do look cute," Aaliyah grinned. "How does it come off?"

"There's a clasp in the back."

Aaliyah reached around the girl, fumbling at the fastener. The bra came loose, and Fatima's olive breasts topped with dark nipples appeared. Aaliyah's mouth salivated, and she leaned forward and sucked Fatima's little morsels into her lips.

"Oh, wow!" gasped the young woman. "That's wild!"

The Djinn enjoyed the soft sighs and moans as her tongue swirled about the hard nub. She kissed across to her other breast and nipped the nipple. Fatima squealed in delight, her hands reaching out to push up Aaliyah's top. The Djinn dismissed her clothes and moaned as delicate fingers massaged her breasts. Fatima was gentler than Kyle. Her fingers curious as she explored Aaliyah's breasts, teasing Aaliyah's hard nipples. Juices dripped from the Djinn's pussy, spurred on by Fatima's touch.

"Oh, Aaliyah!" Fatima gasped as the Djinn slid her hand between the girl's thighs.

Aaliyah could feel her warmth through her panties. Another curious piece of clothing. Fatima lifted her ass, letting the Djinn slide a pair of panties, made with the same pattern as the bra, off the girl's dusky thighs. Aaliyah stopped sucking at Fatima's breast and stared at her exposed pussy beneath her bunched up skirt. Her labia were virginally tight, adorned with a fine down of dark hair, and weeping her passion.

"I've been sprouting for years and I still can't grow a proper bush," Fatima sighed as Aaliyah caressed her vulva.

"But your pussy is so cute," Aaliyah objected. "So fresh and virginal. Kyle will love the sight. You look so tasty."

"Holy shit!" gasped Fatima as Aaliyah suddenly buried her face in the young woman's pussy and licked, savoring her tart flavor. "Ohmyfuckinggod, that's amazing!"

Aaliyah smiled inwardly, feeling the chaotic passion of Fatima's thoughts as her tongue devoured her: ...ohmygod her tongue so good she's licking me ohmygod am I a lesbian I don't care feels so amazing I love it I love her I can't wait to be with Kyle if it feels half so good ohmygod she touched my clit I love her tongue oh fuck oh wow this is so much better than the shower head oh fuck I'm gonna cum oh yes...

"Keep doing that, please!" the girl panted. "I'm gonna cum!"

Aaliyah enjoyed the feel of her sister-in-law's cunt on her lips, digging her tongue in and reveling in her tart taste. Every time she breathed in, she smelled the wonderful scent of Fatima's passion. Her fingers found the girl's clitoris. With care, she massaged it, circling the little nub and bringing a squeal from the young woman's lips. Aaliyah kept rubbing, staring into Fatima's dark, almond-shaped eyes as she writhed with passion.

Then Fatima bucked and juices exploded out of her pussy. "Holy shit!" she shouted as she came. Then she collapsed and panted, staring up at the ceiling; a large grin plastered on her face. "That was fucking fantastic, Aaliyah!"

"Do you want to lick me?" Aaliyah asked the panting girl as she lay on the carpet, her budding breasts beading with sweat.

"Hell, yeah!"

Aaliyah turned around, straddling the girl's face, and dived back into Fatima's pussy--it was the Djinn's favorite position to use with a woman. She moaned her pleasure as the girl's tongue ran stiff through her groove, licking at her clit. Aaliyah licked and sucked Fatima's tasty pussy, spreading the nineteen-year-old open; she was bright pink and wet inside, her hymen still intact.

Good. Kyle deserves unplucked fruit.

The two girls feasted on each other, filling the room with the sweet incense of their lust and love. Fatima's tongue and lips grew more bold, sucking, nipping, driving the Djinn to a low, purring orgasm, and quickly building her to a second one. Aaliyah gasped when the young woman wiggled a finger into her canal, pumping it rapidly in and out. Aaliyah stroked her pussy, gently exploring her folds with her digit, careful not to burst her hymen. She sucked the girl's hard clit into her lips, nibbling, sucking, trying to drive the girl to an earth-shattering orgasm.

Fatima's finger withdrew from her pussy and she moaned her disappointment. She had been so close to cumming. Then she gasped. What a naughty houri she is! Fatima had shoved her lubed finger into the Djinn's tight asshole. The new intrusion sent Aaliyah over the edge, and her orgasm erupted inside her. She gasped, her insides clenching, and she sucked hard on the girl's clit as she was tossed into a sandstorm of passion.

Aaliyah howled her passion into Fatima's cunt; the vibrations of her voice seemed to ignite Fatima's rapture. Juices flooded her lips, tasty and tart and thick, and the Djinn drank them down like she was a dying woman at an oasis.

"That was amazing," purred Fatima as they snuggled together on the floor, the two girls sharing sweet kisses.

Aaliyah caressed her lips, let her fingers trail down to caress her nipple. "Wait until Kyle gets home."

Concern flashed across the girl's face. "How're we going to get Kyle to..."

"Bed you? Easy." Aaliyah explained her plan.

"See you at lunch," Kyle said to Christy as they stood in the hallway outside their just finished math class.

Christy gave him a quick kiss. "Sure. Love you."

Kyle admired her ass as she walked away, and Christy smiled over her shoulder and then seemed to give an extra shake to her rear as she walked. She had a great ass as it writhed beneath her skirt. His cock hardened. She disappeared around the corner, and he sighed, turned, and walked smack into Ms. Franklin.

She fell back, her papers spilling to the floor, her breasts straining at her low-cut blouse as she grabbed Kyle's arm for support. Her sharp fingernails dug into his flesh through his long-sleeved shirt. Heat flushed through him as his face was almost planted in her cleavage. His cock sprang to attention. She had been his Biology professor last semester, and Kyle had had trouble paying attention, distracted by her gorgeous cleavage. She was a young professor, only on her second year, and one of hottest on campus, tying with Ms. Capello for that honor.

Aaliyah could make it so I could fuck her, his aching cock seemed to whisper.

"I'm so sorry," he said, bending down to grab her papers. He ignored his dick.

"It's my fault," she smiled, bending down, keeping her knees pressed together so Kyle couldn't see up her skirt. What sort of panties does she wear? One wish and I could find out. "I was reading and walking."

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

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

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

He picked up the pace.

"Kyle, thank God!" a woman shouted.

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

"I need your help," she breathed, her breasts heaving for a few heartbeats longer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His balls were already threatening to cum. This is so wrong! Why am I doing this?

The illicit thrill spurred him on, hammering her juicy twat. She bucked beneath him, gasping and shuddering. She's so loud. We're going to get caught. Cumming loudly, her cunt convulsing about his cock. She kissed him again, her tongue thrust into his mouth, hot and lithe. He didn't care about Aaliyah or Christy.

All that mattered was fucking this slutty coed's cunt.

"Cum in me!" she purred. "I need it!"

"What's gotten into you?" Kyle demanded. His cock never stopped thrusting into her depths.

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

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

What the hell just happened?

He pulled out of her, quickly buttoning up. She adjusted her panties, their combined passions soaking into the red fabric, and gave him another kiss. Then she walked out of the bathroom, her hips shaking.

Aaliyah must be behind this, he decided, as he rushed to Gym class.

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

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

Once Kyle's affair with Chyna percolated through the student body, Amber would dump him and Celestite would be there to pick up the pieces. Then she would bring the girl fully into the delights only a woman could share.

Hopefully, before Kyle plucks her cherry tomorrow night. Celestite wanted that treat for herself.

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

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

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

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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

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

"What?" Christy asked.

Kyle tensed. Why did I use that lie?

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

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

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

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

"Yeah," Kyle answered.

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

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

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

Chyna was walking towards him.

He swallowed, and forced himself not to look at her. It took all the concentration he possessed--those tits were almost hypnotic as they swayed beneath her sweater. The busty coed walked by and dropped a pair of red panties, sticky with his cum and her juices, in front of him. She kept on walking by without a word.

Everyone at the table gaped at her.

"What the fuck?" exclaimed Christy. "What a slut!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I need your cock, Kyle," she purred.

"I want to fuck your ass."

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

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

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

"You ever been fucked in the ass?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" he asked.

"I'm yours!" Chyna gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Christy's waiting for me to get back. I can't do this!

"No."

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

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

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

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