Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 28

January 17, 2021

DISCLAIMER: All characters engaging in sexual conduct are 18 years or older, and legally permitted to engage in such activities, irrespective of pet names used for each other.

IMORTANT NOTE: I just now posted a short-story that you guys will probably enjoy (A Wolfgirl's Pet Witch), focusing on a young lesbian werewolf who develops a relationship with her best friend, just as an ‘extra something’ to read. It’s only two chapters, but they are long chapters. And there’s no cliffhanger or anything, so no risk of you guys feeling like the short tale is left unfinished.

Certainly, more could always happen, but that’s how all stories are.

Definitely check it out, or at least read the premise since there's some action too, and tell me what you think -- and don’t worry, I’m not going to neglect Innocent Devil’s Harem or anything. This other tale is just a short-story (something I actually wrote several years ago and never did anything with it).

Hope you like!

And hope you like this chapter too!

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- CHAPTER 28: Education -

Feeling a little dizzy by this surreal situation, I decided to sit down on one of the extremely comfy L-shaped leather sectional sofas, enjoying how nice it was when I sank right into the cushion. And damn, the cushions were so wide it was almost like a small bed. I could easily sleep with Gabriella in my arms on this couch, not even needing to be overly squished together, even if that was part of the fun.

In the meantime, I listened to Gabriella giggling upstairs with Mrs. Watson, realizing she was sincerely getting into this, now that she’d decided it was what we were going to do.

Because my part-succubus girlfriend, technically fiancé, only had one of two options.

Either she needed to experiment a ton with other guys in order to learn how to control the type of energy she was absorbing when she had sex.

Or my fiancé had to be around an experienced succubus fucking me, so the younger part-succubus could see how it was done correctly. And even then, Gabriella would still have to practice, but the learning curve would be significantly less when she felt it done right, and she should be able to practice with me and my other women, including Avery and Serenity.

But fuck, was this really going to happen?

Was I really about to fuck this MILF?

From the noises I was hearing upstairs, as I listened to Mrs. Watson – who insisted I call her Rebecca – slip off her green silk nightie and begin putting on something crinkly, I knew it really was about to happen.

Fuck, what was she putting on?

Latex?

Maybe vinyl?

I didn’t know, but holy shit she wasn’t kidding when she said she knew exactly the kind of thing I would like. Granted, I would have been perfectly fine with what she was wearing, suspecting that underneath her fluffy black robe, seeing her in her green silk nightie would have been heavenly. Especially since she had huge tits with no bra, combined with being just as thin as Gabriella.

Really, I’d already seen Gabriella in a similar electric blue nightie the previous evening when we officially got engaged, and so I could vividly imagine how amazing it was considering they almost had the same proportions.

But unlike Gabriella, Mrs. Watson had a ton of experience, and while I was thankful my fiancé didn’t really have any experience, I also found the older woman’s experience as hot as hell. Maybe it was because I was alright with this being casual?

Either way, just remembering that she’d allegedly fucked two guys the previous night, and was about to fuck me too, was giving me a raging hard-on like I’d never had before.

And then there was her vibrant red hair that naturally fell into heavy curls.

Fuck it was so hot.

Fuck, why did I want this so bad? Did I have a MILF complex or something?

Was I that into MILF’s?

I mean, I loved that Serenity was five years older than me, and I loved that Gabriella was two years older than me.

But holy fuck, now that I thought about it, did I love that Michelle was a mom, and fuck did I absolutely love that Mrs. Rebecca was about to play with me.

I felt like I was going to have a panic attack when I finally heard someone coming down, a little surprised when Mrs. Watson appeared in a fluffy black robe that was long-enough to hide whatever she was wearing, especially due to the angle of the other couch from where I sat, since I couldn’t see her legs at all.

She looked a little surprised to see my transformed body again, but her look was quickly replaced with passion when she saw that I was nearly trembling, I was so nervous.

In the meantime, my fiancé appeared to be remaining upstairs, which made sense considering that Mrs. Rebecca was concerned about my lack of control being dangerous, and didn’t want to risk Gabriella’s safety since she had zero idea what we were dealing with, in regards to me.

Never mind the fact that the older woman had implied that sensing lust didn’t necessarily require her being in the same room.

But I was more than fine with that.

Getting to fuck this mature experienced woman already felt surreal.

Mrs. Rebecca finally smirked slightly, speaking loudly so Gabriella would hear her. “You feel that, pup? You can sense his lust, right?”

“Yes,” I heard her squeak, my powerful hearing allowing me to pick up on it.

“That’s the kind of lust you get from an inexperienced young man, about to do something he never thought he’d ever get to do. It’s also the lust from someone about to partake in one of their deepest fantasies.” She paused, her tone shifting, becoming a tad somber. “Unfortunately, this kind of lust isn’t easy to replicate in the same person over and over. However, there are certainly other ways to come close. For now, the most important thing to note is that this kind of lust is more than enough to feast on, and that there’s absolutely no danger of us hurting him.”

Oh fuck.

What did that mean?

Mrs. Rebecca giggled softly as she undoubtedly felt my lust surge even more. “Okay, pup. Now I want you to pay attention to his lust as it oscillates, since it will undoubtedly rise and fall incrementally. You need to learn to fine-tune it yourself, but for now I want you to just pay attention as I work it. Okay? And this is only the first time, and I’m more interested in learning more about how he might affect me, so it’s alright if you struggle.”

Gabriella tone was tense. “O-Okay, I’m paying attention,” she whispered.

“Good,” she replied, sounding amused. She then stepped out of sight of the stairwell, and slowly untied her robe, letting it fall to the floor, all at once, revealing her outfit.

My jaw dropped.

Aesthetically, her outfit was simple, a crotchless latex bodysuit with an opening for her huge pornstar tits.

However, seeing her fully covered one minute, and suddenly having her heavy plump tits just completely exposed to me like this, never mind the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything to cover up her shaved pussy, it was all just too much.

Because it was a very powerful statement, a very raw gesture that screamed, ‘You and I are going to fuck, just to fuck.’

Unlike the fluffy robe she’d been wearing, the shiny black latex hugged her thighs, her hips, her waist, all like a second skin, and she was physically phenomenal – the epitome of sexuality.

Truly, I could see how it was a gift to fuck this woman, even if just once.

And even though I knew she was married, and even though I knew she was doing this to make sure it was safe to have sex with me, as well as to eventually teach my fiancé how to control the type of energy she absorbed, at the same time I felt overwhelmed to know that, in this moment, in the most carnal way possible, she was mine and I was hers to enjoy.

There was nothing long-term here. No commitment.

Just raw passionate sex.

The only goal to feel the most pleasure possible.

I was literally her boy-toy right now, as she’d called me on the phone earlier.

And I felt more lust raging through my body than I’d ever felt before.

As she began approaching me, her pace as casual as this sexual encounter, she came right up to me and then stopped, staring down at me with nearly as much passion and lust as I was feeling. From this angle, I felt like all I could see was her massive dark areola surrounding her hard nipples, everything framed in shiny black, topped with her curly red hair.

“I’m going to enjoy this, cutie,” she whispered, slowly lifting up one knee to the couch as she inched closer. “I’m going to enjoy fucking such a hot young man.”

Gulping, I focused down at her exposed pussy, likewise framed by shiny latex, my heart racing to have the most intimate part of her body right there to see. I felt mesmerized by her toned lower belly, her skin perfectly smooth all the way down to her swollen lips, the juicy folds begging to swallow up my throbbing cock.

I was afraid she was going to be a tease, but when I uncontrollably reached up to put my hand on her thigh, I was relieved when she let me, with her reaching out to affectionately cup my cheek as I ran my fingers across the wrinkles created from her posture, overwhelmed by how warm it was from her body heat.

When I didn’t look back up, she reached for my chin, gently tilting my face toward her, making it so I could just barely see her full lips past her huge tits at this angle.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” she wondered, her tone thick with lust.

I couldn’t speak. All I could do was nod.

“Me too,” she whispered, her emerald eyes passionate. “Let me teach Gabby how to properly fuck a man.” She smirked. “Or maybe I should emphasize ‘young man.’ My cute little cub. You certainly are young enough to be my cub.”

I gulped, reaching down to unbutton my pants as I kicked off my shoes, desperately hoping she didn’t chastise me for pulling my cock out. But I wanted to fuck her so bad. I didn’t even care about foreplay. I just wanted to be buried deep in her pussy.

Shockingly, she didn’t complain, even as I got my pants and boxers past my knees and began kicking them off too, my bare ass now against the leather cushion.

“Oh baby, you’re already brimming with lust,” Mrs. Rebecca said warmly, gently easing her hot snatch lower. “No need to wait. I’ll fuck you right now. You’re already well past ready.”

All I could do was nod, focusing on those swollen pussy lips inching closer to my throbbing head.

Instantly, I sucked in a sharp breath as she made contact, trying desperately to keep my hips still as I watched her juicy lips begin to consume me, to swallow me up whole. Fuck, she was so wet, her pussy so open, ready to accept my cock with no resistance at all.

Mrs. Rebecca then leaned forward slightly, getting her exposed tits in my face as she carefully grabbed a hold of the back of the couch, easing her other knee up.

I sucked in another ragged breath as she straightened herself again, with me focusing down again as my entire shaft continued to disappear inside of this highly experienced woman, the warm pressure the most phenomenal thing I’d ever felt in my life.

Mrs. Rebecca then reached up to cup my cheek again as she sat down fully, with my hands desperately rubbing up and down her latex-clad thighs now as I literally swam in lust and raw passion.

“Good boy,” she whispered, giving me an affectionate look. “You are behaving so well. Want me to reward you by letting you nurse on my tits while I fuck you?”

“Y-Yes please,” I whimpered, completely overwhelmed.

She gave me a warm smile. “But first, how about a little kiss?”

I nodded, tilting my chin up more as she bent down to slip her tongue in my mouth, her overwhelming maple syrup aroma filling my nostrils and mouth as she planted a passionate kiss on my lips. I then moaned uncontrollably as she began slowly easing up on my cock, starting to gently rock in little motions as she continued to thrust her tongue in my mouth, her heavy tits against my upper chest while her pussy massaged and squeezed my cock.

After a few seconds, she then broke the kiss, and placed her hand on the back of my head, urging me forward to her heavy tits, one of her nipples suddenly against my lips.

“Nurse on me,” she whispered passionately. “Suck on my tit, baby boy.”

I moaned as I sucked Mrs. Rebecca’s huge nipple into my mouth, shivering as her hands gripped my shoulders firmly, her own moan mirroring mine, with tremors beginning to run down my spine from the sensations bombarding my body.

I then gripped Mrs. Watson’s latex-clad thighs firmly, squeezing her juicy legs before wrapping my arms firmly around her shiny waist while thrusting my cock gently upward.

“Ah, you’re such a good boy,” Mrs. Watson purred, affectionately brushing my white hair with her fingers while I sucked on her tit, continuing to slowly rock on my cock, her pussy hugging my shaft tightly. “And such a good sucker,” she added. “I can’t wait to have you suck on my clit sometime.”

I only nodded in agreement, unable to believe how warm and wet her pussy was, desperately hoping to be able to suck on her swollen folds soon.

“Okay, baby,” she then whispered, continuing to stroke my hair. “I don’t think you’re going to last much longer, so hopefully she’s paying close attention. You’ve got so much juicy lust that I can’t wait to taste it.” She smiled warmly. “I’ve already explained to her how lifeforce is more like an orange, full of fiber and thick, whereas your lust is more raw and immediately sweet like orange juice, missing the thickness and fiber to hold back the taste.”

All I could do was nod, knowing she was trying to reassure me that I was safe and she was paying close attention to what she was doing, my cock feeling like it was going to explode at this point, beginning to almost hurt it was so swollen and hard.

“There’s more substance to lifeforce, so I think she’ll be able to sense it without a problem. It helps to only be an observer, so there’s less distractions.”

I could only nod again, my breathing heavy now.

Her tone was more seductive. “Now, cum for me, baby boy. Cum in my pussy. Fill me up, so she can learn how to fuck properly.”

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, turning my mouth away from her tit, feeling her heavy warmth pressed against my cheek.

“It’s okay, baby boy,” Mrs. Watson whispered affectionately. “You can cum in me. This pussy is all yours right now, and you can fill me right up.” She then pressed forward, pushing me more into the couch as she grabbed my face to tilt my head back more, bending forward to press her full lips against mine, shoving her warm tongue in my mouth.

“Mmmm!” I moaned as she shoved her pussy down one last time, my cock exploding into her tight snatch, my own hips jutting upward uncontrollably.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Watson moaned into my mouth too, only to gasp as she pulled away. “Oh my God. Oh my God, you’re cum is so warm. Oh shit, you’re…” She bit her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she urgently pressed her lips down on mine, beginning to bounce roughly on my wet shaft as if she was suddenly having her own surge of arousal. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, you’re going to make me cum. Oh shit, your cock feels so good! Baby, you feel so good! Oh my God. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!”

She screamed, arching her head backward as she shoved her tits in my face, only to groan even louder when I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, holding on tightly around her waist as she continued to bounce on my cock, her heavy red curls bouncing with her.

“Holy fuck, please don’t stop,” she moaned. “Please never stop. Oh God. Oh my God!”

I grabbed her juicy latex-clad ass when she began twitching, forcing her down on my cock again when she thrust her arm out to support herself on the back of the couch while wrapping her other around my head.

“Oh fuck, baby, what are you doing to me?!” she exclaimed, only to make the most guttural orgasm noise I’d ever heard in my life. “FUHHH! FUCK!”

Instantly, her knees clamped shut on my hips and she thrust all her weight downward, fully burying my cock again so I couldn’t easily move her anymore, her entire body trembling like she was spasming.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, abruptly bending down in search of my lips. “Mmmm,” she continued to moan as she stuck her tongue in my mouth, beginning to passionately make-out with me.

Fuck.

Fuck, I was so overwhelmed.

Wanting to sit more upright again, I leaned forward a little, taking my sexy MILF with me as she continued to desperately kiss me, reaching up with one of my hands to grab her huge exposed tit, feeling her hard nipple against my palm, all while I kept my other wrapped around her thin waist, running my fingers and thumb across the slick shiny latex, listening to it crinkle slightly against my touch.

Rather than feeling satisfied, I felt like Mrs. Rebecca and I were even more desperate now, passionately kissing like I’d never kissed anyone before. And when my cock began throbbing again, I reached down to grab Mrs. Watson’s juicy latex-clad ass a second time, lifting her just incrementally off my cock.

“Oh fuck,” the hot woman hissed against my lips, only for her tone to become more desperate. “Are you going to fuck me again, baby? Are you going to fill me with your cum again? Please be a good boy and give me that pleasure one more time. Just one more time, baby. This pussy is all yours.”

I moaned into her mouth as I began feeling her juicy latex-clad ass more intently, since she was starting to bounce on her own again, rubbing my fingertips down her thighs and then moving to her bony hips, followed by her latex-clad waist.

Oh fuck, she had the perfect waist, the perfect hips, the perfect everything.

And her pussy was so juicy, so wet, so plump and eager to swallow my cock.

I continued to rock my head desperately with hers as she rode my shaft, our lips and tongues passionately interlocking, with us beginning to get into a perfect rhythm together as I started thrusting my hips in sync.

“Oh God, baby,” she whimpered, pulling away to affectionately look at me as she ran her fingers through my hair. “Oh my God, I want you so bad. I want to fuck you so bad. Please fuck me, baby. Please cum in me.”

She met my lips again before I could even think about responding, moaning louder as she bounced on my cock, growing more and more aggressive every second.

My head began to swim again as my cock throbbed, feeling like I was having a mini-orgasm, my shaft spasming before it unexpectedly began building up in full force. I’d never gotten there twice in a row so close together, having no idea if my ability to regenerate quickly made it possible to do so, but all that mattered right now was I was about to cum again.

“Mmmm!” I moaned into her lips as I shot my load a second time, whimpering from the overwhelming pleasure I got from filling her again.

“Oh yes. Please baby,” she gasped. “Oh baby boy, fuck yes. Fuck yes! Oh my God! I’m going to cum again! Oh my God. Baby! UHHHH!” She screamed even louder, a shrill of pure pleasure as her entire body began twitching all over again.

Wanting to remain upright, I tried to keep my posture more rigid, even as the hot MILF trembled in my arms, her heavy tits pressed against my face now as she wrapped her arms tightly around my head.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped quietly. “That was so hot,” she whimpered. “Oh baby boy, you and I are so hot together. Oh baby, you made me cum so hard,” she moaned. She then took a ragged breath, seeming more focused now, as she pulled away.

We were both quiet for a few long seconds, before she took a deep breath.

“Be right back, baby boy,” she said reassuringly, beginning to stand up, my cum beginning to drip out of her pussy in thick white globs all over the leather couch between my legs and even on the marble flooring.

She didn’t seem to mind though, walking around the other couch and donning her robe again, before heading for the stairs.

I felt like I was in a surreal trance as I listened to her climb to the second floor, speaking in a normal tone as she directed her words to Gabriella.

“Were you able to pay attention to the different flavors and textures, pup? Did you see the distinction?”

“I felt it,” she said, sounding a little emotional and relieved.

Like, rapidly, it sounded as if she was about to cry.

“And I didn’t touch his lifeforce last time,” she continued. “Oh, thank God I didn’t touch his lifeforce.”

“It’s okay, sweetie,” I heard Mrs. Watson say reassuringly. “He probably would have been fine even if you did. Might have gotten a little sick, but he would have recovered.”

Gabriella only whimpered, seeming to really begin falling apart at the realization that she hadn’t hurt me at all. And maybe my soreness the first time was truly caused by her, possibly from her sucking out my physical energy, but she hadn’t touched the one thing that could permanently harm me if she sucked too much of it.

She hadn’t touched my lifeforce.

But fuck, I didn’t know what to do now, especially now that I was alone in the room, only hearing things because I had heightened senses.

And after that second orgasm, now it seemed as if reality was settling in again, and my cock being buried in Mrs. Watson’s pussy moments ago felt much more like it had been a handshake, instead of an intimate intertwining of fingers, similar to how she said.

And it wasn’t because anything physical had really changed, but simply because of how the more experienced woman spoke to Gabriella upstairs.

She was instructing her, teaching her, accomplishing the purpose for why we were doing this in the first place.

And I desperately wanted it to be more difficult than she was making it sound.

Because I wanted to do this again.

And again.

I wanted to experience this carnal pleasure as much as possible.

“We have to do this again,” Gabriella unexpectedly sobbed, as if she was having a similar train of thought. “I need more of this. Tasting his lust like this is so wonderful.”

“We will, pup. Trust me, we will. Honestly, you won’t be able to learn as much when there’s so much lust. I didn’t even have to do much, unlike with more experienced men. And either way, I definitely haven’t had my fill yet.”

Oh hell yes!

Hell yes!

Mrs. Watson then sighed heavily. “I’ve never…Oh fuck, I’ve never…” She sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t know what’s different about him, but that was unbelievably breathtaking. He is unbelievably breathtaking. And I learned something very interesting just now.” She paused. “I supposed I should go tell him.”

Gabriella didn’t respond, but when Mrs. Rebecca began heading back downstairs, I assumed she must have at least nodded. The sexy woman then approached me again, sensually taking off her robe as she did so, until she was finally dropping it next to me on the couch, even while she slid right back into my lap, and right back on my cock.

“W-What did you find out?” I asked hesitantly, ignoring her surprised look that I had overheard, my hands slipping down to feel the heated latex on her thighs.

She then smirked. “Well, baby, if you are truly part-incubus, then you are feeding on something similar to lust, but it’s not lust. It’s more like passion, which I normally wouldn’t suggest is any different, but baby you made me so passionate when you cummed in me. And I felt you absorbing that passion much like I absorb lust.”

“So then, I guess that means we aren’t competing for the same energy?” I considered hesitantly.

She nodded, her heavy red curls bouncing slightly, her emerald eyes affectionate. “That’s exactly right, baby boy. Or at least, you specifically aren’t competing for the same energy. I honestly have no sexual experience with anyone else supposedly part-incubus, and you’re the first one I’ve met who wasn’t immediately repulsive.” She smiled warmly, gently stroking her thumb across my cheek. “No, your lifeforce is beautiful, and you are beautiful.”

I cleared my throat, deciding to change subjects to what she just said previously. “Umm, I didn’t even feel like I was absorbing anything.”

“Which is why we’re going to do this again,” she replied with a nod. “Although, if you are somehow forcing women to feel passionate when you have your own orgasm, then it’s unlikely there is ever any danger of you accidentally tapping into their lifeforce, but being unaware of what you’re doing is the very thing that can make it dangerous.” She paused. “Especially since normal human women can fatigue. Their limited capacity to produce the passion you need can diminish with repeated sex, even with the aphrodisiac nature of your cum.”

I nodded in agreement, more than happy to experience this again. “Please teach me,” I whispered.

“I will, baby boy,” she promised, cupping my cheek affectionately again. “Or, I’ll at least do my best. I’ll have to put some thought into trying to figure out how to help you even begin to sense it, if you can’t already.”

I nodded, excited to know she was going to try to come up with a lesson plan for this.

A fucking sex lesson plan.

Yes, please!

She could be my teacher any day!

“S-So now what?” I wondered hesitantly, feeling like the mood was completely drained now, especially after she left and came back, even though I was still rock hard inside her.

She smirked. “You want some more of this, don’t you?” she said playfully.

I nodded urgently, causing her to giggle.

“Alright,” she said, amusement in her tone. “Let me think. So many fun things we could do…” She paused, thinking for a few seconds before continuing. “Maybe I’ll suck on your cock,” she then commented in amusement. “Gabby said it was amazing, and that has me curious. Because I’m not sure I would call cum amazing. Only very good.”

I could only nod.

She began easing herself up then, but feeling her departing prompted me to desperately grab her hips, wanting to hold her down even though she wasn’t leaving like before.

She looked at me in surprise, and then gave me a half-affectionate, half-chastising look. “Now baby, I can’t exactly suck on your cock if it’s buried in my pussy. You’ve behaved very well up until this point. Keep behaving and I’ll be sure you won’t regret it.”

I nodded, letting go and deciding I wanted my shirt off, so I was fully naked, beginning to tug it off over my head while Mrs. Rebecca slipped fully off my cock.

A thread of my cum was clinging to her pussy as she separated from me, with thick white globs still all over the leather couch between my legs and even on the marble flooring.

However, Mrs. Watson didn’t seem to pay it any mind as she knelt down on her knees, showing off all of her shiny latex-clad back as she leaned forward to slurp my cum right off the leather cushion.

Her emerald eyes widened in sincere surprise. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed. She focused on me in shock. “Baby, what in the hell do you eat? Your cum is so sweet and thick, it’s like that candy Gabby loves so much.” She moaned again, only to begin sounding like she was speaking more to herself, her voice lower. “And I’m sure she wants a taste too, but she’ll have to wait,” she whispered, grabbing my cock at the base as she leaned forward. “She gets this forever, so she’ll have plenty of time to taste this.”

She then ran her tongue along my shaft, tasting both of our juices, her fluffy curly red hair all over my thighs as she began sucking on my head, her heavy tits brushing up against my knees.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, leaning back more into the deep leather cushions as I reached out to run my fingers through the woman’s vibrant red hair. “Oh fuck, Mrs. Rebecca, that feels so good.”

She made an amused sound in her throat, probably at my insistent at continuing to use ‘Mrs.,’ but didn’t say anything as she slowly pushed downward to engulf my cock all the way down to the base.

Oh fuck, my head was at the back of her throat! It felt so amazing!

I tried to focus down on her thin back, my eyes roaming over the shiny black latex, mesmerized by her thin shoulder blades, my lust resurging as I saw how her hips widened, noticing how sexy her ass was, feeling even more excited by the small portion of her crack I could see from the opening in the bodysuit.

Oh fuck, she was so hot.

Her scent, her body, her experience, her age.

I loved everything about her.

I wanted this hot MILF to play with me forever. I didn’t want it to stop.

“I’m getting close again,” I whispered, unable to believe I was really about to cum for the third time. Unable to believe it was building again so quickly. “Fuck,” I hissed as I began reaching my peak. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I exploded in her mouth, with her initially looking up at me with an obvious grin touching her emerald eyes, only for Mrs. Watson’s eyes to fluttered closed as my cum filled her. She then gulped loudly several times, her brow furrowed as she began sucking in sharp breaths from her nose.

Finally, she pulled away, her emerald eyes looking drugged as she started breathing even more heavily.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, her face visibly flushing. “Holy fuck, you’re going to make me cum again. Oh God, what is this surge of passion?” She looked up at me, her gaze suddenly desperate and pleading, her cheeks growing even more rosy. “Baby boy, what are you? How are you making me feel so good? How is this–”

Her words cut off as she abruptly ducked her head, gasping for air.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed between my knees, her entire body tensing. “It won’t stop building. Oh fuck! I need you to fuck me again! I need you to hold me, baby!” She abruptly sat up then, her arms trembling as she pushed herself up to her feet, her legs shaking as she twisted around and aimed to sit on me, her juicy ass suddenly all I could see. “Please,” she begged as she reached down for my cock to hold it still while she rested her swollen folds on it again. “Please hold me baby,” she repeated desperately.

I groaned as she began sinking down, watching my cock disappear between her crack, quickly wrapping my arms around her waist, one of my hands grabbing a huge heavy tit as her pussy swallowed my cock.

“Oh fuck!” she exclaimed, leaning back more heavily into me, her back now against my chest. “Oh fuck, baby! Please kiss my neck!”

Unwrapping one arm around her, I reached up to brush her vibrant curly red hair over her latex-clad shoulder, with her reaching up to help pull it out of the way as I pressed my lips to the back of her neck, feeling the smooth latex against my chin, beginning to plant gentle kisses on her silky skin.

She gasped, reaching for my hand now and pulling it down between her legs, placing my fingers over her clit. I began rubbing obediently, knowing it was what she wanted, causing her to reach up to ensure my other hand was firmly gripping her tit, squeezing together with me.

“Oh baby, you even know what you’re doing. Oh fuck, I love this so much!” she gasped, incrementally sliding on my shaft as I teased her clit. “Oh shit, baby, I love you so much! You’re so beautiful, you’re so perfect, and you feel so good. Oh my God, this passion! I’ve never felt so passionate in my entire life. It feels so good it almost hurts.” She sniffled then, sucking in a ragged breath, as she leaned even more heavily into me. “Oh God, baby. This build up is so perfect it’s making me cry. Oh fuck, I’m really going to cum again. Oh shit, and this one is even better than the last two. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!”

She screamed as she pressed heavily into me.

And my head was swimming with euphoria.

Mrs. Watson was trembling in my arms, still sounding a little emotional as she took in deep ragged breaths.

But I wasn’t done yet, my fingers continuing to rub her clit, even despite her tensing muscles.

“Oh sweetie, I’m not sure that I…” She began, grabbing my wrist, only to suck in a sharp breath as I teased her clit more, only to gasp. “Oh my God, no way. No fucking way.” She moaned. “Oh baby, these orgasms are too strong. I’m already going to be so sore tomorrow, and…” She sucked in another sharp breath. “Oh fuck, I think I need to take you to my bedroom, so I can at least lay down.” She gasped. “Oh my God, you feel so fucking good. How do you feel so fucking good?”

I was feeling desperate again, not wanting to stop. “Just one more time,” I asked hopefully, trying not to sound like I was begging.

Mrs. Watson could only whimper as I continued to tease her clit, my cock buried in her swollen folds, with me feeling elated to realize my own climax was sincerely starting to build again. And with it, there was a shift in my mindset, suddenly feeling desperate to assert myself over this hot sexy woman.

Without even thinking it through, I stopped teasing her clit long enough to wrap both arms around her waist, scooting her sideways with me as I tilted her over, making sure my cock stayed buried in her while we changed positions.

She wanted to lay down, so I was laying her down.

However, since she was sitting backwards on me, it resulted in her getting on her hands and knees.

“Oh God, baby,” Mrs. Watson exclaimed, seeming to think this was what I was aiming for. She quickly shifted herself into more comfortable position on her hands and knees, spreading her legs far apart to keep her ass at the perfect level, all while I knelt on the leather cushions, one of my feet resting on the floor.

Now that we were here, I was planning on fucking her from behind, but no sooner had I gotten in position that she was changing her mind.

“I need to flip around,” she whispered.

I automatically pulled out a little, to indicate that was fine, prompting her to glance back at me briefly, almost as if she was searching for approval, her face flushed, her eyes partially unfocused, before she quickly pulled off my cock entirely and then flopped around onto her back, spreading her latex-clad knees, the light shimmering off the shiny material.

Oh fuck, her toned stomach was so hot, the black latex taut and wrinkly at the same time as she tensed and curled slightly to readjust herself. And there was something so raw and sexual about her huge exposed tits.

Her gaze focused on me then as she held out her arms like she was offering a hug. “Come to me, baby boy. Make me cum again.”

I quickly leaned forward and positioned my hands next to her sides as I shifted my weight, even as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down into a passionate kiss. My cock met her swollen folds in the same motion, and instantly I was buried deep inside her again, her wet warmth swallowing me up.

She moaned into my mouth, and my head was swimming all over again.

This felt so fucking amazing!

“Oh God, fuck me,” Mrs. Watson exclaimed as I began thrusting my hips, her knees pressing against my body just enough that I could feel my skin glide across the shiny material, her tits bouncing against my chest. “Oh my God, I thought foreplay was always the best part of sex, but this is something else entirely. Normal people can’t fuck like this. I’ve never fucked like this. Every time I think I’m done, it’s like your cum reenergizes my passion.” She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she moaned again. “Oh fuck, I don’t know if I can handle this. Oh fuck, it’s too good.”

“I’m close,” I gasped, feeling overwhelmed all over again, as if this was actually the first time that I was about to cum in this MILF. It was that intense. “Oh fuck, I’m so close. Fuck!”

The moment I cummed, she unexpectedly screamed at the same time, her sexy body tensing and twitching, the sound rapidly shifting to a guttural groan as she began half-moaning, half-sobbing beneath me.

“Oh my God, it’s so good. Oh shit, it’s so fucking good!” Mrs. Watson whimpered. “Ugh, the passion is hitting me all over again. Oh fuck baby, I love you so much! I want you so much! Oh my God, my chest is so warm, my heart feels so full right now.”

I could only kiss her on the cheek in response, finding myself a little out of breath myself, just from straining so hard to get that last orgasm out. But all it took was meeting Mrs. Watson’s gaze again and suddenly her lips were on mine, both of us passionately making-out as we sucked in sharp breaths through our noses.

Oh shit, her firm tits felt so great against my bare chest, her pussy felt so amazing as it throbbed around my cock. I wanted to keep thrusting in her, but could tell she was really done now. So instead, we shared the most intimate moment of my life as I made-out with this sexy woman, kissing passionately like I’d never kissed anyone before.

All the while, my cock throbbed within her perfect swollen folds, tensing repeatedly in response to the warmth and pressure holding me tightly.

Finally, after what felt like forever, I pulled away, feeling like I was swimming in her maple syrup aroma and passion. “Mrs. Rebecca,” I whispered. “Is it okay if I say I love you?”

She looked up at me affectionately, her emerald gaze passionate. “Oh honey, I’d be devastated if you didn’t. I love you so much, baby boy. You’ve given me the most amazing experience of my entire life. Now kiss me some more, baby. I’m far from done with you this evening.”

I obeyed without hesitation, passionately meeting her lips as I began slowly thrusting my cock again, feeling her moan into my mouth as her own hips tensed to readjust the angle. I didn’t even care if I had another orgasm at this point, because right now all that mattered was this intimate act of lovemaking, the amazing overwhelming climax no longer the goal.

The intimacy was everything, and in this moment fucking Mrs. Rebecca was my sole focus, everything else an afterthought at this point, including even the reason why we were doing this.

It was perfect, and I sincerely didn’t want it to end anytime soon.

Unfortunately, all things had to come to an end, even if for a short time.

And thankfully, I was confident it would only be for a short time.

NOTE: If you haven't already, check out A Wolfgirl's Pet Witch. A young girl is chosen to be the yearly human sacrifice for the werewolf that plagues an obscure village…the problem is, she’s the werewolf.

It's a short-story (two long chapters) about a lesbian werewolf who decides she wants to make her best friend her pet, and should leave you feeling satisfied (no cliffhangers).

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