Possessed (Closed for UnholyPimpHand)

[RennyStyle]

Jessica was already late for Professor Gordon's class. It was her favorite class, and the fact that her chill neighbor was her teacher made it seem more like fun than anything academic. She had known him his whole life, and while she hadn't planned on trying to get into his class, when the opening came up, she decided to take it. Besides, she needed the credits.

Those credits were in jeopardy if she kept coming in late. But her boyfriend was holding her tight, one hand on her arm and another clutching her firm ass tightly. Their lips were locked together, and his tongue was deep in her mouth.

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She peeled herself off of him and held her books in front of her, blocking him, and told him again that she needed to leave. They kissed goodbye and she headed to class. She passed a few other stragglers and slipped into the classroom door and made her way down the stairs to a waiting seat.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Andrew Gordon was less than thrilled with the beginning of the Fall academic year—especially with his research in such a tenuous state. The summer had been full of impactful work and noteworthy discoveries, many of which were still unfolding their mysteries to him back in the lab. To make matters even more complex, his long-time neighbor Jessica was beginning her freshman year at Southern Oregon University and she was taking his Intro to Archaeology class.

He’d known Jessica since she was a toddler and adored her as well as her family. Her father Clark was a good friend and he’d often been called “Uncle Andrew” back in the early days—but that was then. Since she started high school, sweet, little, Jessie next door had blossomed into a sex siren the likes of which he’d only read about.

Caramel, sun-kissed skin—firm, long, athletic legs—round, firm, perky breasts and an ass that was worth starting wars over. Andrew was very happily married and his wife Aubrey was an absolute smoke show. He loved her from the bottom of his heart and would never do anything to hurt her, but it was impossible not to think about having those lean, athletic legs wrapped around his waist.

He wasn’t sure which had come first, him looking just a little too long at her when he thought she wasn’t looking or her offering just a little too much skin to be ignored when nobody was looking but him—either way, it had become a cat-and-mouse game that only became more difficult after she turned 18. He pretended to hate it, but secretly it was the only thing (aside from his research) which kept him looking forward to the next day.

“Nice of you to join us, Ms. Sims,” Andrew smirked from behind the lectern, still gearing up to start his lecture class, “now that we’re all assembled, I guess we can begin. I’m passing around a stack of syllabi and a role sheet. Keep a copy of the syllabus and sign your name next to your student ID number. This is Archaeology 101, Introduction to Archaeological Studies. If you were looking for underwater basket weaving, you’re in the wrong place.”

It was a fairly stock, cliché joke—but he wasn’t about to throw away his best material on a 101 class anyway. Introductory classes were sort of like chores for staff professors like him. Their advanced classes and lab workshops were closer to their heart—his graduate students even assisted him with his own research work.

“For those of you still here, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that people occupied this space before us. There was a statistics class in here just a few hours ago,” hold for laughs, “but even longer ago—before the school was here, before this land was discovered by the Europeans,” on the word “discovered” he made aggressively cynical finger quotes around the word, “there were people here, hunting and trapping and speaking their own language.

“A lot of people think that Archaeology is just a study of history with props—but in reality they’re very different. History is written by the conquerors, history is a written record told from the specific perspective of those who wrote it—archaeology is the unbiased investigation of the earth, to uncover the stories that didn’t have the advantage of being written. As such, there are always new discoveries and the history we thought we knew keeps evolving by the day.

“Now, what if I was to tell you that among the documented tribes of the Pacific Northwest there was a nomadic cult that thrived for years on the very land you’re sitting above. It wasn’t until they migrated too far south where they were ritually butchered by the Aztecs—who were in turn butchered by the Spanish.

“While the Aztecs built temples and stone altars, these nomads didn’t leave much behind at all—but what they did leave, they left within five miles or less of this very spot. You’ll need to buy my book, so please buy new—not used.

“Everything else is in the syllabus, the textbook is flawless—let’s not waste any more of anyone’s time. Read the chapter on the Rosetta stone by the next time we meet and I’ll see you all Thursday. Class begins at eleven sharp, Ms. Sims.”

He flashed a quick wink in Jessica’s direction before stepping away from the lectern and letting the chaos of sixty-five undergrads gathering their things and leaving ensue. He was eager to get back to his lab.

Gordon and his crew had recently unearthed a religious relic of the tribe he’d discovered (known as the Gordonians—at least until they could translate their native name for themselves) and it was waiting in his lab. He hoped no one would show up for his office hours and he could skip out to the lab.

Andrew sat behind his desk with his feet up, reading over the preliminary research notes from the find. Occasionally stealing a glance back toward Jessica.

 

[RennyStyle]

Jessica blushed as she was called out by name more than once by her teacher, but as the lecture continued she found herself quite impressed with Professor Gordon. She had known him for years, but hadn't actually heard him talk much about his job. It seemed as though he knew what he was talking about. Maybe this class wouldn't be such a bore after all. And to make things better, it was short. She would be out the door once the sign-in sheet reached her.

Jessie crossed her legs as she waited for the papers to make their way to her. The denim shorts Jessie had chosen to wear revealed the length of her firm, silky leg. She winked playfully at Andrew when he finally glanced up. She wasn't intentionally flirting, but with her looks, it just happened.

It was while she was distracted when the sheet reached her. She took enough time searching for a pencil that the student next to her offered theirs instead. She took the pencil and wrote her numbers in the right parts, then handed the papers off. She thumbed through her syllabi before putting them in her bag, then got up.

The room was emptying out quick, so she didn't think anyone would notice if she spoke to the teacher for a moment. She made her way down the steps and approached the desk as Andrew's full attention finally returned to his notes.

"Sorry I was late today. What are you reading?"

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Behind his notes, Andrew was grinning, Jessica had winked at him and now she was coming closer—it was like her presence electrified the air around her and the closer she drew to him, the more he was… tingling. Just seeing her long, brown legs strutting down the classroom steps toward his desk was making his cock pulse, getting semi-hard behind his khaki slacks.

“You should be careful about punctuality, Ms. Sims. Being on time or early is the difference between making an archaeological discovery and studying someone else’s find. Archaeology isn’t just about being on time, it’s about being first,” he enjoyed giving her a hard time, now that he had authority over her—payback for years of teasing, “I’m reading notes from my latest find—from a tribe that I discovered. Lucky for me and the university that I wasn’t late for that.”

Andrew tossed the notes down on his desk, his eyes filled with genuine excitement and mirthful mischief. He checked over his shoulder to be sure that the last of the other students had left before turning back to her.

“It’s some kind of fertility idol or male potency totem—the thing’s shaped like a giant cock! There’s something inside, but we haven’t opened it yet. We’re still learning things about their religion, but we know more about their culture just because of where we found this big, black, cock idol. You see? They were viciously patriarchal—men were warriors and Shaman, women were little more than possessions to demonstrate a male’s worthiness.

“They raided their way up and down the coast, killing village chiefs and enslaving their women to be sister wives for the nomadic horde. Can you imagine? One day some strangers just come crashing into town, killing any men they could find and capturing the women—”

Getting caught up in his own excitement, Andrew sprang up from his seat, roughly grabbing Jessie around her waist and pulling her body against his. Their lips were just inches apart as he continued his story, she could likely feel the girth of his nine-incher, swelling up against her inner thigh. He could feel her, the place where her shorts folded between her thighs, the dimples just above her firm ass cheeks at the small of her back, her breath on his chin.

“They would take you with them, make you theirs by fucking you over and over until you liked it—and that would just be the rest of your life, serving and birthing the offspring of these conquerors. That’s part of why it took so long to discover them—they did so much fucking that their DNA spans dozens of civilizations.”

Realizing that he was approaching a full-blown hard-on, Andrew chuckled and let Jessica go. He scratched his head as he sat back down, trying to disguise his wood.

“I guess I’m just excited to get back to the lab. You could do cool stuff like cock-statue research too, if you’d just declare for the archaeology major. I might even make a TA out of you… but you probably don’t care about that. I know you’ve got your dance scholarship and that boyfriend of yours who revs his engine too loud at night…

“You know, we used to say, anyone with an engine that loud must be compensating for something, if you know what I mean.”

 

[RennyStyle]

Jessica smiled coyly as she slid the photograph of the idol over to her side of the desk. "If anyone is overcompensating for anything, it's probably the civilization that went waving giant cock statues around." She leaned against the desk and examined the photo, turning it in her hands, pretending to study it. "Not bad. Maybe it's an ad. Men are big peacocks, boasting about their dicks. You want to give my boyfriend crap about his loud car, how do you know this isn't the same thing?"

The mental image of Jessie next door being taken like a war prize flooded Andrew's mind as she turned over and handed the picture back.

"So, can I see your cock?" She grinned, making her intention very clear. "I have an hour before dance class, and it feels like you want to share this with someone, right? Or is that only for TAs?"

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

For a moment, Andrew thought that the game might be lost—finally, after so long she was just straight up calling his bluff—asking him to drop his pants and whip it out for good and all—'shit or get off the pot,’ as the saying went and a brief panic washed over him. Did he really have it in him to turn away this hot, young piece of ass when she was directly asking to see his cock? He was piecing together some kind of excuse or gentle let down, that would turn her away while still keeping the potential of these games open, something like ‘I love my wife, but let’s keep pretending that I don’t.’

It wasn’t until Jessie set down the image of his find that Andrew realized that she was still just toying with him—she meant the totem! Of course. She enjoyed this playful flirting as much as he did, Andrew reassured himself. She wasn’t actually going to do anything with him, nor would she call his bluff. She wanted the game to go on as well.

“That, I’m afraid, is some grad school cock,” Andrew smiled, pointedly stuffing the photo back in his file and slapping it closed as if he were violated by her looking at it, “and I’ve got my Lab Assistant to help me with that. It is above your pay grade, I’m sorry to say. Stick with the Archaeology major, though—and in a couple years you’ll be face to face with some premium, elite level cock like that. In the meantime, I’m sure that boyfriend of yours has got a nice, uncomplicated, under-graduate cock for you.”

Taking one last dig at her boyfriend, Andrew gathered up his files into his alarmingly messy messenger bag and his “ARCHAEOLOGIST DO IT DEEPER” coffee mug to make his exit from the classroom, already determined to blow off his office hours.

“But, I’ll tell you what. Come by my place tonight—after your folks and my wife are asleep,” Andrew laid his hand gently on the back of Jessie’s neck, whispering conspiratorily, “I’ll give you the inside info, not as your professor, just as a friend. If you’re still interested, that is.”

He gave the back of her neck a playful squeeze before hurrying over to the Archaeology Labs. As they parted company, Andrew took the opportunity to steal one last glance back at Jessica’s round, athletic ass.

God what he’d do for the chance to crack that open…

By the time Andrew refilled his coffee mug and changed into his lab coat, Kelly his Lab Assistant was already waiting with the totem set up at his station. She seemed about to say something about his timing, but Andrew preempted her reprimand.

“Alright, looks like we’re all set—let’s crack this cock open!” Andrew announced, sitting at his workstation, sliding the lighted magnifying glass around to the place where the apparent head of the cock met the shaft, “let’s make some history.”

Using an Xacto knife, over a white linen cloth, Andrew slowly cut his way through the dense, black wax that sealed the apparent urn closed. They were still interpreting what the intended purpose of this totem was for the indigenous tribe of Gordonians (that name was starting to grow on Andrew), some had theorized it was a fertility idol, others thought it might be a burial urn—still others thought it might be a torture device for captured women, but the revelation that it was hollow inside made this moment the most critical unveiling in the discussion of this artifact.

When the wax was cut, Andrew set the knife aside and held his breath as he slowly began to turn the top, gently but steadily pulling it out of place. When the lid finally pulled free of its hand-carved housing—all hell broke loose.

Despite centuries underground and a complete lack of oxygen for hundreds of years—a whole plague of fast moving, black bugs flew out of the urn—buzzing, clicking and hissing as they charged Andrew’s face. Andrew gave a shout and flinched backward, gasping a few of the little fucks into his lungs and spilling his hot coffee into his lap which wrung a second scream of agony from him as his legs and cock were burned by the hot drink.

Kelly, who’d been effectively pressed up against Andrew’s back, stumbled backward as a few of the tiny black bugs flew into her eyes and nose. Andrew’s reaction, paired with her inability to brace for it, sent her stumbling backward to the floor.

Both were coughing and choking and Andrew was trying to pull his wet slacks away from his burned junk—when suddenly, all of the bugs in the air instantly transformed into flakes of ash and black dust, no longer flying, but slowly falling and drifting through the air to the ground.

“Are you alright?” Andrew choked out between coughs and attempts to shake the hot coffee away from jus burns.

“What the fuck was that?” Kelly sobbed in reply.

“Fuck if I know—let’s get out of here!”

*-*-*

After separate chemical neutralizing showers and some intense eye flushing, Andrew and Kelly were mostly back to themselves—though Kelly’s eyes were still beet red and Andrew’s whole groin area was badly burned, they both agreed that they needed to figure out what had happened.

Leaving the lab as it was, coated in ashes and spilled coffee—the two of them sat behind the computer to watch the surveillance footage of the incident.

Kelly was pressed against his back, as she often was during research, but somehow it was different now—his cock was hard, not like an erection, but hard like… paralyzed. His cock was hard like granite and he could barely feel anything except the dull throbbing of his burn. He tried not to think about what it would mean if his dick was permanently damaged.

“It must have been some kind of vacuum,” Andrew tried to rationalize as he watched the footage of the black flakes firing out at his face, “and the sudden introduction of air caused the ash to blow out at us..”

Kelly made a noise that seemed to imply she was unconvinced. Andrew wasn’t convinced either, but it was the only thing that made sense.

“I’ll get us some more help and we’ll go back at it tomorrow. I need to get home and ice my dick.”

The throbbing in Andrew’s cock only got worse as he got further from the penis idol and campus. Even as close as he lived, the drive back home was agony and his cock only seemed to become more rigid and painful by the second.

He sighed coming through the front door. He’d hoped that this discovery would yield him some vital answers—but now he just had more questions. Andrew just wanted to drink himself to sleep with and ice pack between his thighs, but when he spotted his wife in the living room, she gave him unmistakable bedroom eyes.

“Hey honey,” Andrew shuffled nervously, trying in vain to make his rigid, numb cock do something other than point right at her, “it’s, um, it’s been a weird day.”

 

[RennyStyle]

Kelly cut across campus to the athletic center and made a beeline to the women's locker room. She stripped out of her lab clothes, letting them fall onto the floor, and cranked the water on full blast.

The hot water poured over her, wiping away the ash from her eyes and her face. The particles slid down her nude body, past the heavy neck pendants she neglected to remove. She soaped up and rinsed her face again, making sure to get it all out.

She rested her back against the tile wall, and let the water continue soaking her. Her hands switched from scrubbing to rubbing, and worked their way down to her crotch. She knew she was in the open, but soon she didn't care. Her fingers rubbed and teased her pussy and she began breathing more heavily. Before she was aware, she was finger fucking herself. When she opened her eyes, they began to glow red.


******

"Hey honey, it's, um, it's been a weird day."

Aubrey smiled at Andrew with the smile that always drove him wild, cockily stepping towards him. "Well, I think I know how to make you feel all better." She held his shoulders and Andrew's hard cock grew another inch with her so close. She began to unpeel his jacket from his shoulders as she leaned in and kissed him.

"Do you want to go upstairs or take me right here on the floor, you sexy thing?" She cooed at him, reaching behind her to undo her top.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Jason Peters was smoking a joint behind the college gym—there was a spot behind the Girls’ Locker Room, by the dumpsters where he couldn’t be easily seen from anywhere people were likely to go and the smell from the dumpsters overpowered even the strong smell of marijuana—except for inside the showers themselves, but he didn’t expect anyone to be showering at this time.

The truth was, Jason was frustrated—not just because Jessie had blue-balled him in the car earlier that day—but also because he felt directionless and it was starting to worry him. His girlfriend was in college and well on her way to a productive and profitable career, no matter what she eventually decided to do with her life—yet here he was, six years her senior and he had less idea who he was or what he was doing with his life than she did.

Sure, his car was sweet—a vintage Camaro IROC-Z with completely custom transmission and exhaust system—but that was just a thing, what Jason needed was more of a “something.” In short, he needed direction in his life and the ticking clock just seemed to be getting louder as he approached thirty. He needed more from his life than selling weed and molly to undergrads, he needed to accomplish something more lasting than fixing his engine.

Jason sighed out a cloud of smoke. He was no closer to knowing who he was or what he was doing with his life than when he’d graduated high school.

When he heard someone approaching, he quickly flicked the last few embers of his joint behind the dumpster, quickly trying to brush any ash from his white T-shirt and leather jacket.

“Hello? Who’s there?”

*-*-*

Andrew was trying to turn away, he really was, physically straining to try and lift his feet, to turn his shoulders, to do whatever he could to get away from his sexy wife who was not helping at all with the issue of his uncomfortably rigid cock—but he couldn’t move a muscle. It was as if the rigidity of his cock had expanded down his legs and up through his torso, locking his whole body up like a full-body erection. Bending even a little bit in any direction felt like he was trying to bend his hard cock in half.

“I want you…” but I’ve been in a terrible lab accident and I think my cock may be literally killing me. was what he wanted to say, but after the first three words his tongue and jaw locked up too, the same kind of turgid paralysis that was locking his legs up, maybe if he started over, “I want you…”

This time the rest of Andrew’s attempt at an excuse was cut off by his mouth seizing Aubrey’s in a passionate, intense kiss. His tongue writhed against hers as his hands grasped her round, firm ass through her tight shorts, even before Andrew realized he was reaching for it. His shirt seemed to just shed itself from his body and even though it was clearly impossible, his cock grew even larger and more erect.

What was wrong with him?

As if all that hadn’t been strange enough, the button on the fly of his boxers completely burst off of its threads and slid down his pants leg, onto the carpet. With his fly now permanently open, his inexplicably huge cock seemed to open up its urethra and grasp the zipper of his slacks from the inside and carefully slide it down until that too fell open and he saw his own cock for the first time since the accident.

Andrew’s cock looked entirely foreign to him, it was a dark, reddish hue that didn’t match his overall complexion and it was threaded top to bottom with thick, angry-looking veins and even the faint, winding lines of sinew like the damn thing had been lifting weights! His cock snuggled between Aubrey’s thighs, stroking tenderly at the outline of her sex through her shorts as he continued tongue-fencing with her and lowered her onto the carpet.

Still not satisfied, Andrew’s cock started undoing Aubrey’s shorts, still using the sides of his urethra like a thumb and forefinger to unbutton and unzip her, before slithering its way inside and lowering her shorts around her thighs. Just the warmth of Aubrey’s sex seemed to awaken a newfound energy in his cock as the head plunged downward, writhing aggressively against the subtle cleft in her panties, trying to force its way inside.

“I want you!” Andrew gasped as the kiss broke, even though he was trying to beg off and get her to stop, all he could seem to say was, “I want you!”

*-*-*

Landon Collins was excited for his first session with the newest iteration of his Touring Dance Troupe class. He’d been working with Jessica Sims privately for some months now—young hip hop prodigy that she was, and now it was finally time to install her in his troupe, which was sure to earn him some notice once she was choreographed and performing in public. Moreover, it gave him renewed opportunity to continue working “intimately,” with her nubile, young body—which he arguably appreciated even more than her dance skills.

“Alright ladies, let’s get those shrugs off and start stretching out, I’m going to need you limber for the choreography I have planned for this semester,” Landon instructed his all-female troupe, “those of you returning, please make nice with the new arrivals. Ms. Sims, I’m glad to see you again.”

Landon placed his hand on the small of Jessie’s exposed back in her tight, dance clothes, moving in behind her and gently but firmly pushing her forward, giving her hamstrings an intense stretch while the unmistakable bulge of his hardening cock pressed between her firm ass cheeks, bent over in a stretch as she was.

“This term we’re going to answer to popular demand and perform hip hop dance for our seasonal tour,” Landon instructed his class while he continued pressing down on Jessie’s back, his hands moving higher up along her ribcage as he watched her body intently, “for some of you, this will be a new challenge—for others, a return to what you’re familiar with. I don’t have time to teach the basics, so I’ll expect you to help one another when necessary.”

Just before his fingertips reached the edge of Jessie’s sports bra, Landon pulled away, walking around the room, “helping” other girls to stretch in the same sort of way. The bulge in his tights was unmistakable.

He worked his way back to Jessie and led her over to the barre before lifting one of her long, tanned legs up onto his shoulder, pressing her knee into her chest while he grasped the barre behind her, his bulge now pressed against the faint outline of her pussy.

“I’m sure Jessie here would be happy to lend her expertise in the craft to anyone who’s struggling,” Landon was pushing harder now, continuing to address the class, until his eyes locked with hers and he smiled, “wouldn’t you, Jess?”

 

[RennyStyle]

JASON

A short woman with damp hair and dark penetrating eyes stepped out of the shadows, keeping those eyes on Jason as she approached. She was still wet from the shower, her clothes clung to her skin.

“Hey, are you all right?” Jason asked, tossing the blunt away and waving the smoke away with his hand.

“What are you doing here?” Kelly asked in a husky voice.

“I’m just waiting for someone. My girlfriend. She’s still in dance class.”

“So you’re hanging out in front of the girl’s locker room?”

Jason blushed. “I didn’t have anything better to do.”


ANDREW

“I want you too, baby!” Aubrey answered back in an excited, forceful gasp before grabbing his head and forcing her tongue back in his mouth. He tried to keep his hands off of her, but passion kept them around her. The head of his monster cock rubbed against the fabric of her panties, probing her folds and poking at her before simply pulling them down.

“Yes!” Aubrey growled as she was undressed, “yes, you know what I want! Give me your cock, baby!”

The massive head of the cock, bigger than a fist, hard as a rock, damp and poised, pushed into Aubrey slowly, the pressure of it gently forcing her legs to open a little wider. It was preparing to thrust itself as deep as it could into her, when she broke the kiss.

“You wanna do it in the ass?” Aubrey said with a devilish smirk. She laughed, then turned herself over and playfully wiggled her perfect naked ass at his direction. The monster cock perked up at the sound of it, and it took all the strength Andrew had to keep it from penetrating her.



LANDON


“Sure,” Jessie forced a smile as she felt her instructor’s bulge pressing against her crotch. She wasn’t in a comfortable position to resist him, and he enjoyed being this close to her, to have her firm leg against his body. He stole a smell before dismounting her and turning to the class. His hand discretely took one more pass at Jessie’s toned ass before he stepped away from her.

“Go find your spot with the others.” He told her.

Jessie and the other dancers found their places. They gave Jessie a sympathetic glance which reassured her a bit. She was worried that her time with Landon would make them see her as a teacher’s pet, or an obstacle. She was glad they could see him for what he really was.

The women spent ten good minutes stretching and warming up in pairs. Jessica’s partner, a short stunning blonde, had her back arched and breasts out when Landon passed by them, taking a look down the blonde’s top and nodding before continuing his rounds.

When warm-up finished, the girls all lined up and Landon changed the music to a repetitive hip hop beat. “Okay, we’ll start with simple steps and turns, Jessica, show us how to move.”

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

@AUBREY

“Oh, yes! Fuck yes!” Andrew was groaning loudly as his hands roamed his wife’s fit, sexy body, “I’m going to give you this cock so damn deep! I’m going to fuck you like a filthy whore!”

Andrew hadn’t traditionally been much of a dirty talker, but the words just seemed to spill from him now. Any attempts to hold back the things he was saying caused him visible distress until he could hold back no longer and spoke out loud whatever filth was on his mind—or rather, on his cock’s mind. It was very strange, but not altogether unpleasant. The more he gave in to the will of his demon possessed manhood, the more he was rewarded with pleasure that was too vast to describe.

When Aubrey flipped over, the cock recoiled, rearing back like an angry snake, poising itself to strike. It had been close enough to feel Aubrey’s wetness on its head and wasn’t happy to be denied entry into that warm, clenching hole—even momentarily. At her offer to give up her ass, the cock seemed confused, rubbing its face over one hole and then the other, trying to make a decision. The head whipped back and forth several times, indecisive yet overeager.

When the cock seemed incapable of making a decision, Andrew’s urethra opened wide, like his eyeless cock was giving out a soundless scream of frustration. The opening continued to yawl, wider and wider until suddenly the head of his cock split open, the top third raising up—the way bananas can naturally split into thirds. The top, triangular portion continued rearing back, tearing itself away from the bottom 2/3 of Andrew’s girthy cock.

It seemed like it ought to have hurt, but somehow, Andrew felt only pleasure from his bifurcating cock, peeling away down to the base. The flesh where the section was torn from did not bleed, as one might expect, but rather secreted a kind of gelatinous, pink ichor that dripped and dangled from one portion to the other. The channel where the top third had lifted out from came alive with writhing, little purple nubs—about the size of a pencil eraser, but fleshy and soft. When the cock was satisfied with its transformation, both portions drove forward, dragging Andrew’s hips in their wake, penetrating Aubrey’s ass and pussy simultaneously.

“Oh fuck! Sweet Mary Mother of God!” Andrew’s eyes were rolling back in his head, his brain so doused in pleasure chemicals that he scarcely knew what was happening—even still, he liked it, “take that cock, bitch!”

Andrew’s hand swept down to smack Aubrey’s ass hard, each portion of his cock writhing and thrusting inside of her independent of Andrew’s own thrusting. The portion in her ass had become thicker and wider at the tip, swelling up and dabbling itself with raised little bumps, corresponding with the denser clusters of nerve endings inside her ass.

The lower half also seemed to be changing forms as Andrew pounded his wife with a rigor and ferocity that he’d never yet achieved in their sex life prior. The wriggling little bumps grew longer, becoming tentacle like appendages along the top of the head and shaft, all of them seeming to cluster around Aubrey’s G-Spot, which Andrew had been notoriously incompetent at finding on his own—but his newly sentient cock seemed supernaturally able to keep constant, yet undulating pressure on, even as it slid in and out.

“Fuck yes! Take that shit!” Andrew reached up, making a fist in her glowing, ruby hair and dragging her petite body back onto his cock which seemed to surge deeper into her again this time, “take that big cock, you sexy, fucking slut!”


@JESSICA

“Yes, that’s it. Make sure you really snap your hips on that hip thrust—good and make sure you drag out that body roll, nice and slow… good girl. Yeah, stick that ass out—way out… that’s my girl.” Landon kept a running commentary on Jessica’s body and her movements as he watched her executing his choreography.

Fuck she was hot.

Typically, girls would throw themselves at him—a heterosexual, male dance professional and choreographer—unicorns were more common. But Jessica was still “good” in that innocent, girl-next-door, type of way. She only fucked her boyfriend, at least as far as Landon could tell—but the main thing was that she hadn’t fucked him. It was starting to cost her.

“Good, that will do for now, Jess. Let’s do one full run-through together then we can dismiss. You should all practice these steps before the next time we meet. Five—six—seven—eight…”

@KELLY

“I mean, I wasn’t peeping or anything like that,” Jason looked around, making sure that this girl hadn’t ratted him out to security or something, “it’s just that there’s a blind spot, just here…”

It was almost impossible not to stare at the girl’s perky, upright nipples, poking out through the wet fabric of her nearly transparent blouse. Jason hooked his index fingers into the belt loops of her jeans, pulling her slender body closer to his until he could feel her dampness soaking through his shirt.

“Right here, none of the cameras or windows can see us from any direction,” Jason smiled, still looking down hungrily at Kelly’s chest, “a perfect place for secrets. No teachers, deans or girlfriends ever need to find out what happens here. What happens in the blind spot, stays in the blind spot.”

Jason was pretty stoned at this point, but he took Kelly’s ragged and lustful breathing as an indication she was feeling it too. He let his hands move over her slender, pointed hips to grab her ass through her jeans and pull her closer so that she could feel his erection through his jeans. And erect he was.

“What do you think? What they don’t know, won’t hurt them, right?”

 

[RennyStyle]

@AUBREY

“I am a filthy slut! I AM A FILTHY SLUT! FUCK ME! OH GOD, FUCK ME!”

Aubrey was loud, she was screaming. The neighbors probably could hear, she didn’t give a shit. She was so wrapped up in the intensity that she couldn’t think straight.

“Give it to me you nasty boy! Fuck me rotten, you hear me? FUCK ME!”

She grabbed hold of him as he fucked her, thrusting his hips as his split cocks rammed into her holes over and over. She didn’t even think about how he could be filling her holes so fully, so deeply, all she knew was that her husband was fucking her better than she’d ever been fucked before.




@JESSICA
Landon stood back and smiled as his class began dancing in unison. Each beautiful woman slinked around the room, with Jessica in the center like their leader. She kept her eyes locked on him, reading his reactions as she danced for him. She bent at her waist, spun on her heel, rolled her hips seductively with her hands creeping down her body and over her crotch. She turned away from him and rolled her hips, smacked her ass hard, arched her back and spread her arms.

Landon cursed the lack of a pole in the studio. He would love to see Jessica work one, he had a feeling that she would be a natural at it. And if she wasn’t, she could be easily taught.

Jessica snapped back around, locking her dark eyes on him and continued the routine, bending at the knees, crouching, rolling. She was soon on all fours, crawling seductively towards him.

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[UnHolyPimpHand]

Andrew

With his wife’s long, auburn hair clenched in his fist, Andrew’s hips continued to pound against Aubrey as his forked cock began to vibrate. It started subtly, like the rattling of an electric tooth brush, but quickly escalated in both intensity and ferocity until the vibration of his cock was intense enough to make his teeth rattle.

While Andrew’s cock ramped up to the equivalent vibrations of a jackhammer, the underside was detecting the presence of her G spot through whatever method the thing between his legs had for sensing nerve endings. Beneath the roiling skin of Andrew’s cock, little, squishy beads—like boba pearls, piled up on top of one another, creating an undulating mound of flexible spheres that was highest right at the epicenter of her G spot.

His cock sensed it somehow, that that one spot inside of her was particularly receptive to it.

Andrew genuinely loved how loud Aubrey was being, he also loved the filthy things she was saying—but it startled him somewhat, because he’d genuinely never seen or heard her like this. Was this what she was like when she was being genuinely pleasured? Had he never seen this side of her because he himself had never given her this kind of pleasure that she was now deriving from his misshapen and unfamiliar cock.

“Yes whore! Take this big cock!” Andrew heard himself repeat, the low voice like his own but the words somehow from a mind separate from his own, “this cock is going to make you a whore forever—you’re going to love it.”

The top side of his lower cock and the lower side of his top cock were beginning to communicate with one another, aligning a series of ridges and valleys symmetrically within each of Aubrey’s holes, baring down on the narrow wall of flesh between her holes as the vibrations became more intense still.

“You belong to me!” Andrew heard himself grunting between vibrating thrusts, “you belong to me!”

His voice was trembling from the vibrations of his cock as he felt his hand come back and rain down another hard spank onto Aubrey’s ass with a loud smack. The separate portions of his cock swelled up again inside his wife, limiting how much he could pull out before his cock tugged his body back into hers.

“Cum for me, slut! Offer your climax as praise for my unflinching power.”


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Landon

The music wrapped up, leaving Jessica and the others halted in their finishing poses, breathing hard. Landon was also breathing a little bit heavy as Jessica’s sensational performance left him hot-under-the-collar once more.

“Alright ladies, I think we’ve got it for now. We’ll keep rehearsing through the week and then Sunday we debut this routine at our show. Be sure to let your friends and family know about it, it’s no use shaking your butts if there aren’t butts in the seats—that said, those butts are looking pretty nice. Great job ladies—Jessica, hang back a minute. I want to ask you about something.”

Landon stood beside the door that led out of the mirrored studio into the locker room, giving one girl after another an encouraging swat on their spandex-clad, athletic asses as they passed. Most giggled playfully, though some looked away and quickened their pace past him. When it was just him and Jessie left, he placed himself between her and the door.

“You looked really exceptional out there,” Landon smiled, leaning over to gently take hold of one of Jessie’s legs and lift it up onto his shoulder, both hands reaching around to her firm ass, pulling her closer under the thin guise of stretching her out, “really exceptional.”

With her leg slung over his shoulder and her hips pulled snug against his, the two were face to face, inches from kissing. She could feel the warmth of his breath.

“So, Jessie… how serious are you and your boyfriend?”