Fantasy The Battered Lamp

Fatima bounced on his cock while Aaliyah's magic drove the car to his best friend's house. His sister gasped and moaned as she rode him, her pussy hot and tight on his cock. They didn't last long; Fatima came first, her juicy cunt milking his cock and he creamed her snatch as they rounded the corner and pulled up to Britney's house.

"This is the best way to go to school," purred Fatima.

"Yeah," Kyle grinned. "I can get used to this."

"Aaliyah, can you clean us up?" Fatima asked.

Of course I can, my loves.

In the blink of an eye, their clothes were straightened and their bodies cleaned.

Britney walked out, her honey-brown hair its usual, disheveled mess. She wore a baggy, deep-maroon sweater and gray sweat pants. She blinked in surprise through her thick glasses when she noticed his sister in the passenger seat. Without saying a word, she climbed into the backseat, her nose sniffing.

She couldn't be smelling anything. Aaliyah cleaned everything up.

Britney gave his sister a considering look, then glanced at Kyle. "I thought you and your sister didn't get along?"

"We had a heart-to-heart last night," Kyle answered.

"And this morning," giggled Fatima. "And on the car ride over here."

The blood rushed to Kyle's cheek and sweat broke out on his brow.

"How nice," Britney answered. "And how are things going with your wife?"

"Um, fine," he answered.

"She's a very generous girl," his sister piped in, a wicked grin burning her lips. "Very skilled with her hands."

Britney nodded and pulled out a textbook and started reading.

"Kyle has a crush on this Japanese girl from our dojo."

Britney looked up. "Another girl, Kyle." Her tone was full of disapproval. "And have you told Christy about your wife?"

"Not yet. I'm trying to find the way."

"Christy's going to fuck him tonight!"

"You seem excited by that, Fatima," Britney mused.

"I love my brother. I want him to be happy."

"Christy is not right for him. She is hiding something." Kyle could feel his friend's eyes boring into the back of his head. "She is going to hurt you. Dump her before she breaks your heart."

"Are you jealous?" Fatima asked, peering into the back seat. "Do you have a crush on Kyle?"

Britney's answer was a flat, unequivocal no. Kyle didn't know if she was gay or uninterested in a relationship, but he did know that he had no attraction to her. Out of all the women in his life, Kyle had never fantasized about his best friend.

"I just do not want to see your brother hurt. He is a special guy. I sensed it the first time I met him."

When Kyle arrived at Rogers College, he joined the color guard and raised the flags in front of the school. It was part of his ROTC duties. He met up with Christy and, true to his girlfriend's word, she made them both late to their math class. Kyle didn't mind, her mouth was hot and eager as they made out in a secluded corner.

As the day went on, Kyle found himself lusting after every girl or attractive teacher he saw. He was tempted to make some wishes and have some fun. His third class was English, and Ms. Capello, his English Professor, was a smoking-hot, Italian Goddess, with tan skin and honey-brown hair, and the sultriest smile that made his cock hard.

And it wasn't just Ms. Capello he thought of sticking his cock into, but the other girls in his English class. He imagined caramel-skinned Rosalinda, dressed in her silver and blue cheerleaders outfit today, crawling under his desk and sucking his cock, or doll-faced Iseul, Christy's best friend, perched on his desk, her legs spread, and his face buried into her bushy snatch. His thought drifted to enjoying a nice titty fuck from busty Darleen while making out with gray-eyed Lucy.

Britney sat next to him in English, and kept having to kick his shin under the table to keep him focused on the lessons. "You need to stop drooling over every girl in class," she hissed in his ear. "You will never get into a good college if you do not pay attention. Your Junior year is so important."

His cock was aching when the bell rang and it was time for lunch. Chyna waited for him in the cafeteria, and greeted him with a big kiss for all the school to see. She kept "forgetting" his command to keep their relationship hidden from their classmates.

"I need you so bad," she whispered in his ear. "I had trouble sleeping. I need to be with you, Kyle. I'm your slave."

"You fucking stud, Kyle," Pablo grinned, punching my shoulder. "Christy's going to kill you."

"I'm going to do something to him," his girlfriend declared. "Jeez, do I need to get a firehouse and spray you down, Chyna?"

"Sorry," she muttered.

"Come on, we need to talk," Christy declared, then glared at Pablo. "What are you looking at?"

"Just watching the show. Curious to see what happens when a guy gets his balls torn off."

Christy hooked her arm around Kyle's. "Sorry, any ball busting's going to be done in private. So get lost!"

"Sorry," Kyle muttered. "I told her not to."

"I guess you have to punish me, Master," Chyna purred. "You could spank my ass." She leaned in, whispering, "I'm not wearing any panties under my skirt."

"You need to tone it down, slut," Christy muttered as they walked. "Everyone's talking behind my back about how you stole my boyfriend."

"Is that why Iseul gave me the stink eye?" Kyle asked.

His girlfriend nodded. "Everyone thinks you're cheating on me, and I'm too stupid to see it."

"Sorry," he muttered. A spike of guilt stabbed through him. But they're my wives. I'm sure Christy will understand Aaliyah. "Christy, there's something--"

"In here," Christy interrupted, opening up the janitor's closet he fucked Chyna in yesterday. His girlfriend tugged him in and Chyna followed. "Your slave needs to be fucked so she can control herself."

He gaped at her. "You brought me here so I could fuck another woman?"

"I know, I'm the greatest girlfriend in the world," she smiled.

Chyna rubbed her ass against Kyle's pants. "Ohh, fuck me, Master! Can't you smell how hot I am?"

There was a tart musk in the air, and her ass felt great rubbing against his cock. "Down on your hands and knees, slave!"

"Oh, yes!" she moaned, dropping to her knees. She flipped up her skirt to expose her dusky ass.

It looked so inviting, he knew where he was sticking his cock. He knelt behind her, smearing his cock against her bushy cunt. That wouldn't do. "Chyna. Tonight I want you to shave your bush."

"I will! Fuck me, please! Don't tease me, Master!"

She gasped as he shoved his cock up her ass, shivering in pain and pleasure. Her ass was so tight, squeezing his cock like a vice as Kyle worked it deeper and deeper into her bowels. She let out a wordless howl, and then her asshole squeezed hard his cock.

"I'm cumming!" she screamed. "I'm cumming!"

"Keep it down, bitch," Christy muttered. "I didn't ward this place against sound!"

Then to Kyle's amazement, she reached under her long, purple skirt, and pulled her panties down. He caught a brief glimpse of her brown-furred pussy, before she pulled Chyna's face beneath her skirt into her cunt.

"Lick, bitch!" she ordered. "That'll keep you quiet."

Chyna must have licked, because his girlfriend let out a soft sigh, a smile on her lips. She didn't even hesitate. Kyle watched in a mix of shock and lust as his girlfriend squeezed her eyes shut, her pouty lips pursed in passion. She ground her pussy on his sex slave's mouth.

"She's good," Christy purred. "Mmm, suck my clit!"

She leaned over and kissed him on the lips as they shared his sex slave. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, moaning into him. He fucked Chyna faster, driving the whore into his girlfriend's pussy. Exhilaration filled him. Kyle knew Christy would be his wife. She could handle sharing him with other women.

He let his hands slide down, groping Christy's tits through her shirt. She grabbed them, and moved them away, breaking the kiss. "Not until tonight," she moaned.

"Why wait!" he gasped, pleasure from Chyna's tight ass making it hard to think. "I love you, Christy. I want to be with you!"

Indecision filled her face. "No. I want our first time to be special. Not in a broom closet!"

He was about to point out the hypocrisy of that statement, when Chyna came again, her ass convulsing about his cock as her moans were muffled by Christy's snatch. His girlfriend gasped, hazel eyes widening, then she shook.

"Oh, wow!" she gasped. "She is good at that!"

"Did you cum?"

She nodded, then leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Cum in the bitch's ass! I want to watch her lick your cock clean!"

"I want that too, Master!" his slave exclaimed from beneath Christy's skirt.

His balls boiled over and he flooded her ass full of his cum. He kissed Christy as he thrust the last, few times into Chyna's ass, emptying his balls. He popped out and her asshole gaped obscenely open for a moment, oozing white spunk, before the slut whirled around and licked his dirty cock.

"You are the best girlfriend," he panted, hugging her to him as his slave licked him clean.

"Wait until tonight," she promised.

He kissed her again, then realized what she had said. "Are you...bi, Christy?"

She squirmed. "Why do you ask?"

"You said Chyna was good at pussy licking..."

"I am," she answered after a moment. "I've been with girls before. But never a guy. You're not..." Fear and pain crept into her face.

"No," he quickly answered, giving her a quick kiss. "I think that makes me love you more. I think I'm growing fond of having more than one woman."

Aaliyah's mind kept going back to her dream and the rat. Last night, her homunculi had killed a familiar. Someone with power was hunting her, and now she'd had that dream. Fear nibbled at her heart; she had thought there would be time to get Kyle ready. A whole year before he would have to face the Marids, but now she was afraid things were going to happen too fast. She expected more time to train Kyle in how to use the weapon, to prepare him, but she had attracted something's attention.

Stretched out on the sitting room floor were four weapons. She had conjured the sitting room mere heartbeats ago. Aaliyah had spent the morning expanding his pocket realm, adding this central room, then she created a room for herself and moved Fatima's bedroom into the realm. There was space to add his other two wives their own rooms, as well as a commune area for any concubines to share.

She stared at the four weapons. She was sure Kyle would choose the sword, and reached out to touch the Earthbones Scimitar, a magnificent weapon forged of Damascus steel and inlaid with yellow gold markings. A weapon fit for a Sultan. Beside it lay the Fireheart Qanah, a cavalry spear inlaid with red gold; the Waterclaw Janbiya, a short, curved dagger inlaid with blue gold; and the Windfeather Hijazi, a composite horsebow made of sandalwood and inlaid with green gold.

He would need three warriors to award these weapons to, his champions to help him defeat the Marid and free the Djinn. She reverently picked up each weapon and hung them on a blank wall. Each coursed with the power of one of the four elements. She liked the scimitar the best. She was a Jann, made of dust blowing in the wind. The janbiya made her skin crawl. It was water, the element of the Marid. Water and Earth had long warred against each other, Earth always giving way before the incessant force of Water.

Kyle would change that.

A door opened downstairs. Her husband and sister-wife were home. She smiled, and went downstairs to greet them. She loved them both and, while they were different, they both had generous, caring hearts. Aaliyah had been prepared for a husband that only cared for the power she brought him, not for a husband, let alone a wife, that loved her for whom she was.

"You look so handsome," Aaliyah purred as he stared in the mirror.

"You think so?" Kyle asked.

Fatima nodded, giving him a thumbs up. "You are so yummy, bro. Shame it's wasted on your girlfriend. She better put out tonight."

He had on his best pair of jeans, and a nice shirt tucked into his pants. Over that he wore an unbuttoned dress shirt. He always found getting ready for a date to be a little stressful. He didn't want to look like a slob when he picked up Christy, but his fashion sense wasn't always the greatest.

Aaliyah kissed him on the lips. "Have fun, my love."

"Go get her, brother!" Fatima beamed. "I want to hear all the juicy details about how she fucks!"

He practically sped his car to Christy's house. It was raining again, so he grabbed his umbrella and hurried to her sorority's door. Christy looked gorgeous in a ruffled, black skirt, black tights, and a tight, red top with a V neckline beneath her thick jacket. Her hair was done up into curls and he held the umbrella up as they walked to his car.

He took her to Red Robin for dinner. It wasn't the most romantic place, but it was their favorite restaurant to eat at and he was a poor college student. They laughed and talked. During dinner, her foot rubbed against his leg while she grinned at him. The movie Kyle took her to was a chick flick, something to get her in the mood so she'd put out. He loved Christy, and he wanted to share that love physically with her, and though she had promised that they were going all the way tonight, he didn't want to take any chances

"It's so empty," Christy giggled when the movie started. "We have it all to ourselves. How weird for a Friday night."

It wasn't weird--Kyle had made a wish.

They spent the first thirty minutes making out, neither caring about the movie as their tongues fenced. Kyle found his hand on her breast, squeezing it through her top. She squirmed in her seat, and kissed him back with a great deal of passion. Her hand rubbed up his thigh, working it up to the hard bulge in his pants.

Even over the movie's music and loud dialog, Kyle could hear the sound of his zipper rasping open. Her hand reached in, soft and warm, and drew out his cock. She stroked it, her mouth kissing him harder. He groaned, his cock at full mast, her thumb rubbing along the sensitive tip.

"I love you," she whispered, then bent down and sucked his cock into her lips.

It was an awkward blowjob. But his girlfriend was finally giving something up to him, and that made it amazing. Her tongue was stiff, and her head moved awkwardly. He rubbed his hands through her hair, leaning back in the seat, and groaning.

"Wow, Christy! That's great!"

His praise had an effect on her. Her blowjob became more sure as confidence ballooned in her. She sucked harder. He shut his eyes and enjoyed her hummer. Every time she sucked, the cum in his balls came closer and closer to flooding her mouth.

"I gonna cum!" he groaned.

She sucked harder. His body shuddered as his cum rushed out of him, back arching into the chair. He could feel her throat working as she swallowed. She sat up, gasping for breath, a little bit of cum on her lips.

"Wow. That was... interesting."

"It was amazing! I love you so much!"

She blushed, licking her lips, then shifted in her seat. "It got me so damned horny."

"Maybe I could help," Kyle answered, kissing her neck. "I could return the favor."

Christy couldn't contain her amazement as her boyfriend slid down onto the movie theater's floor and reached under her skirt. She raised her hips, letting him pull down her tights and frilly, pink underwear. Her scent filled her nose--the tangy musk of her lust. She lifted her skirt up and he buried his face between her legs.

"Oh, wow!" she gasped as he took a lick.

Christy found it different than having a woman lick her. Kyle's tongue was more forceful, digging from her hole to her clit with one swipe, and his lips and chin were rough with stubble, irritating her wonderfully as he rooted around in her folds. Her hips jerked in pleasure and she moaned again.

"Oh, Kyle, I love you! Keep doing that!" she moaned.

His tongue wiggled inside her, igniting the nerves in her body. She gripped his hair. Her hips writhed, grinding her sensitive flesh against his stubbled cheeks. Electricity shot through her. She couldn't stop moaning, her passion louder than the movie. She clapped a hand over her mouth, afraid the projectionist would hear her.

Kyle found her clit. She erupted.

"Oh, Kyle," she panted as her orgasm quaked through her. She shuddered a second time, and gasped for air as he rose.

He kissed her; she enjoyed her tangy flavor on his lips. She savored their kiss, and felt an itch returning between her thighs.

"I don't know about you," she husked, "but I'm so horny. Let's go to my place."

She laughed at the look of excitement in his eyes, and he practically dragged her out of the theater. She barely had time to pull her panties and tights up. They giggled and laughed, drawing looks from the crowded theater as they pressed through the crowd in the lobby. Why was the theater empty if it's so busy? she wondered briefly, then Kyle kissed her and drove that question out of her mind.

Her boyfriend sped back to her sorority house. She texted Iseul on the ride over. "U crzy," she sent back. "He cheatd on u!!"

Anger seethed in her briefly. She hated whomever cast that spell on her boyfriend and Chyna. It wasn't Kyle or Chyna's fault that they had their relationship, and she had to admit she enjoyed sharing in it. But she wasn't going to let something out of their control ruin her own relationship with this amazing guy.

Her stomach started roiling as they pulled into her driveway. The enormity of it all fell upon her. I'm going to lose my virginity. An almost reverent awe descended upon her. She glanced at Kyle, his round, handsome face full of strength and his dark, almond-shaped eyes full of love. He grinned at her, and reached out and squeezed her hand.

"I'll be gentle," he promised.

She relaxed. He's the one. He'll never hurt me. Guilt bubbled up inside her. Tomorrow night, Ms. Franklin would want to claim Christy fully, fucking her with a strap-on like she had been promising for months now. She couldn't hide behind her virginity any longer. There has to be a way out of this hole I dug.

"We don't have to do this," Kyle promised, cupping her face, sensing her turmoil even if he didn't know the source. "If you don't want to."

"I want to," she whispered back. Tonight, she would be all his.

It had stopped raining during the movie, and they had to navigate a few puddles in her driveway. She had him park down the street. She wanted him to spend the night and had just the spell in mind to let her get away with this--no men were allowed in the Epsilon Kappa Tau Sorority House.

"Goddess Hecate, I beseech you," Christy prayed, startling Kyle, the porch glinting off her amber necklace. "Blind my sorority sisters this night and allow our love to be hidden from them."

Kyle kept his face straight, wanting to respect his girlfriend's new-found religion. It did seem silly to him.

"I want you to spend the night," she had whispered in his car when they pulled up near her sorority. "I want to.... make love to you."

"What about your sorority's rules?"

"The Goddess will hide us," she had answered, rolling her eyes.

Kyle had his doubts as he listened to his girlfriend's prayer, so he sent a thought to Aaliyah and wished for her sorority sisters to not disturb them.

Fatima has a message for you, she sent after performing the wish. Make her scream your name when she cums!

That brought a grin to his lips.

"What are you grinning about?" Christy asked.

"I'm going to make you scream my name when you climax."

She blushed beet red. "I think I'd like that."

They quietly tiptoed to her room. He winced every time the stair creaked, certain her sorority sisters would investigate, but Aaliyah's wish seemed to be working. It was his first time in her small bedroom and it was surprisingly girlish, stuffed animals on the bed, and posters of Justin Bieber and One Direction covered the wall. A hairbrush lay on her nightstand next to her bed, and he wondered if she brushed her hair or used it as an impromptu dildo.

Maybe both.

They sank on her bed, kissing. Then she stood up to put on some music, more boy band garbage, but he was too horny to care. She swayed in front of him, smiling, and pulled off her top. Her bra was frilly, powder-blue, and thin enough he could see the shadow of her nipples. She peeled off her tights and dropped her skirt.

"You are beautiful," he whispered, reaching out to caresses her stomach.

Her hands reached behind her back; her bra slipped off her shoulders, and her perky tits came into view. They were smaller than Aaliyah's and bigger than Fatima's, topped with mauve nipples, tiny and cute, and erect. He pulled her to him and captured a nipple, sucking on it. She moaned, cradling his head.

"Oh, Kyle! That feels great!"

Her hands pushed off his dress shirt, then Christy grasped the t-shirt and pulled it over his head. She grinned, running her hands across his lean, muscular chest. Kendo left Kyle in great shape. They kissed, tongues dancing, and he laid her down on her bed. Her hazel eyes shone with desire as she stared up at him.

So beautiful

Kyle captured a nipple with his lips, enjoying the feel of the little nub on his tongue. His hands explored her sides, tracing her silky panties until he found the warmth between her legs. He rubbed her, moisture beading through as her excitement grew. He wanted to taste her again, and kissed down her stomach.

Christy's tangy scent grew as he kissed across her pale stomach. He hooked two fingers in her panties, and drew them off her hips. He tossed them to the floor and gazed at her pussy in the light of her bedroom. He'd seen a lot of cunts on the internet, and hers was beautiful. Tight slit covered by a neatly trimmed down of brown hair. Her excitement glistened on the hairs and Kyle breathed deeply of her passion.

He spread her open. Pink, moist flesh spasmed as she twitched in desire. He buried his face in, tongue brushing against her hymen. He loved her taste and the soft gasps that escaped her lips as she writhed on her bed. She cried out his name, hips rotating as her passion mounted. He moved his lips up and found her clit.

He sucked.

She went wild.

Christy groaned, bucking and screaming and grinding on his face. Juices squirted into his lips, her breasts heaved and jiggled. Aaliyah's wish definitely worked--her scream could have awakened the entire neighborhood, but her sorority sisters didn't come barging in.

"I'm ready, Kyle!" she moaned.

He pushed his pants and boxes down, his hard cock springing out, precum leaking out of the tip. She licked her lips, and he remembered just how sweet they had felt on his cock. He crawled up her body, nipping at her tits, then he kissed her.

Her limbs wrapped around him, pulling him tight into her embrace. He rubbed his cock along her slit, pressing against her hymen. He pushed. Her virginity held for moment, stretching but not tearing. Christy moaned, her fingernails biting into his back. He thrust, ripping through her maidenhead and buried into her amazing depths.

"Oh, wow!" she gasped in awe, then she purred. "Umm, what are you waiting for?"

He pumped inside her. She kissed him, her hips twitching, her hard nipples rubbing against his chest. She felt different inside than Fatima, Aaliyah, or Chyna. He picked up the pace, deep, hard strokes that made her gasp every time he bottomed out.

"Christy!" he grunted.

His pace grew faster, his passion mounting. He was finally fucking his girlfriend. She was lithe and wet and wonderful beneath him. Her lips kissed and teased him, her hands roamed his back, sometimes clawing as her passion overwhelmed her. She came first, bucking and gasping, her tight sheath massaging his shaft.

"Harder!" she moaned. "Make me really cum!"

He rose up, hooking her legs with his arms, kneeling, and pounded her snatch hard. Her tits flopped. She moaned and bucked as his balls slapped her ass. She reached out, squeezing his pecs, running her hands up his abs. Her face contorted; her gasps became higher pitch.

"Gonna cum!" she muttered. "Gonna cum!"

She sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck, humping against his thrusts, holding him tight. She gasped and moaned in his ear.

"Kyle," she groaned. "Kyle, Kyle." Her cunt clamped down on his cock, and she shrieked at the top of her lungs, "Kyle!"

"Shit!" he groaned as her tight cunt milked his cock, trying to suck his cum straight from his balls. "Gonna cum, Christy! I need to pull out!"

"I'm on the pill!" she moaned. "Cum in me! I want to feel you inside me!"

He buried in her. His climax surged through him. He roared her name as his balls unloaded four large blasts. They collapsed onto her bed, his body on top of hers. She hugged him, gasping and sighing softly as her orgasm faded

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, Christy." In his mind, he added, And I love Aaliyah and Fatima, and maybe even Fumi.

Fumi stared at the lovely, teal dress spread out on her bed. She had bought it this afternoon for her date with Unmei-san tomorrow. Her heart beat rapidly; he was such a handsome, young man. His Japanese heritage mixed with some exotic blood that made him appear both strong and virile, and gentle and loving.

"What are you doing?" her mother asked.

"I have a date tomorrow," she answered.

"Oh, Fumi," her mother sighed, hugging her from behind. "Not again. Didn't you learn from those two boys in Japan?"

"He's special, mother. I can feel it."

"You thought that about Shiro and Kenji," her mother pointed out. "Your father had to take this demotion to get us out of Japan because of them."

For a moment grief overwhelmed her heart. She had loved both boys, and thought they were special, that they would be strong enough to survive her race's curse. They had been so eager, so loving, as they enjoyed her embrace.

"I'll go slow, mother," Fumi answered. "I will make sure he's the one."

"Only one in a million humans can survive our embrace," her mother whispered. "I was lucky to find your father, but..."

"I'll go slow," she insisted forcefully.

"You said that about Kenji. You couldn't control yourself."

No! The memory of Kenji's face, twisted in joy as he spilled himself in her and then the horror as she drank the life from him. "Kyle's special. I'm sure this time!"

He just had to be. She was so horny. She needed a man to spill inside her again, even if it killed him.