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The Battered Lamp Chapter Six: The Lust of the Warrior

Date: 1/22/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Incest, Male / Females, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

to believe me. “Keep licking me you dirty, little slut!” moaned her teacher. “I love your wicked tongue! You were so worth seducing into my coven!” She dug her tongue in deeper, eager to get this over with. She no longer felt guilty, just disgusted. She focused on Kyle and his love, and hoped that he would save her. Ms. Franklin's moans grew louder and louder, her hips rolling and sliding her slimy cunt across her face. She wiggled her tongue into her pussy, fucking her teacher. “You wonderful, lesbian slut! You're wasted on a boy! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna flood your sweet mouth with my juices, and you're going to drink every drop down!” Her teacher's pants grew louder and louder. Her hands tightened in Christy's hair. Then Ms. Franklin arched her back, and juices squirted into the teen's mouth and face. She drank them down. And then a new flavor flooded her mouth, acrid, bitter. Piss. She tried to pull away, but Ms. Franklin had her in a death grip, forcing the girl to drink her piss. “Drink it all down, whore! That look on your face...oh, god! I'm gonna cum again!” Humiliation burned inside Christy as she swallowed piss and pussy juices. It stung her eyes, burned down her throat, and filled her nostrils with that terrible smell...and made her pussy weep juices. The stream died down, her teacher stopped cumming and collapsed, stroking her hair. “That was wonderful, Amber,” Ms. Franklin moaned; she always used Christy's coven name. “I'll train you to love the taste of my ... piss.” Christy was frightened that she would come to love it, just like she had come to love pussy juices. Tomorrow couldn't arrive fast enough! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Monday, January 20th Zaritha strode into Rogers High School, the illusion of an older woman made of smoke and fire walking beside her. The Ifirit had concealed her appearance beneath a similar illusion, making herself look European: pale skin, gray eyes, and curly-brown hair. A perky, American teen. She had tracked the vermin that had sniffed her out, and it had led the Ifirit to this school. Someone here had cast that spell, searching for Aaliyah. So far, she had discovered no other traces of the Jann bitch. This school was the only clue she had to go on. She would not fail again. This time the little bitch would stay lost! The illusion walking beside her was an older version of the image Zaritha was garbed in, with pale skin and dark-brown hair. A mature beauty compared to the Ifrit's youthful guise. She opened the door to the school's office and her illusion, playing her mother, said, “I'm here to enroll my daughter, Lexie, into your school.” The secretary looked up. A plump, middle-aged woman with a friendly smile nodded, and handed the illusion some paperwork to fill out, then sent them into to see Principal Stanley Burke. The Principal was a man nearing fifty, but in great shape. He was distinguished, his black hair going gray and giving him an air of wisdom. He shook her illusion-mother's hand, then ...