Lustrum Academy for Troubled Youth Pt. 04

He pushed these thoughts aside though as the girl on his shaft was more important, at least to him at the moment. "So you don't mind if I get random blowjobs from other girls?"

Katie laughed, "I don't mind if you fuck the brains out of other girls, so long as you come back and tell me, and fuck my brains out. As long as you don't ignore my needs, I think the idea of you pounding other girls makes me wet and horny." Katie took a tentative suck on his cock and gave a mischievous smile. "I can taste her there."

Jason rubbed his head, "... You know, I don't want to be that guy who can fuck other girls but tell you that you can't fuck other guys, so..." In truth though, he didn't want her to fuck other guys; he hated the idea of it. But he also didn't want to be a hypocrite and lose her to an unfair double standard.

Katie shook her head. "Don't worry about it. I only need one dick, my fantasy is more about you fucking women like some alpha male; multiple men, I feel, defeats the point. Though I might want to taste one of your conquests; they say a girl should try it once at least in college, why not in a hypersexual school?"

His dick pulsed at the thought of Katie licking his cum off of Miss Pallaca and Danna. Katie laughed after pulling off his knob and sat back on her legs. "I want you to fuck my throat. My man shouldn't be afraid to claim my throat like an onahole. Now fuck my face, and don't hold back." Her voice was full of need and called to his desire.

When she spoke like that, he couldn't possibly deny her. He placed his hands on her head and pushed his cock into her wide-open maw. Katie seemed to squeal in delight despite the forceful entry as he pumped her head up and down his shaft. She sucked his rod like it was air itself, and her burning pleasure drove his instincts to the surface.

Katie played with herself fiercely as Jason held her head still, instead driving his piston down her throat. Katie's gullet felt amazing and supple, her lips working magic through sheer enthusiasm alone as he clasped her head. He worried after a time she might not be able to breath or he was too rough, but when he tried to pull out, Katie stubbornly wrapped her arms around his waist as she impelled herself to his base, his immense size filling her throat but all resistance was either non-existent or promptly ignored.

The sensation forced him to cum, the feeling inside her gorge along with her utter devotion to his cock overwhelmed any ability he had to hold on. His spunk injected almost directly to her stomach, the pulsing, and pumping of his elongated organ heightening her own triggered orgasm and making her toes curl. His hands kept her head there, preventing her from pulling back to get a taste of his cum on her tongue, though the sensation of him feeding straight into her stomach more than made up for that loss in her opinion.

Finally, both their grips relaxed, Katie falling gently backward till she lay panting, her stomach absolutely full with his cum, the taste of his cock lingering in her mouth, spit running down her chin. She was in pure ecstasy. Jason's mind cleared once free of her pleasure. "Are you all right?" he worried, equally panting from his exertion.

He felt he could have seriously hurt her, but any fear or anxiety was put to rest upon seeing her face and response. "Do it again. More," she pronounced calmly with her smile but firmly. "I'm still hungry."

Jason felt it would be rude to keep the girl waiting. He kicked off his pants and pounced, positioning his wiener schnitzel in her mouth as he got down on all fours and began to fuck her face, his large balls slapping her chin and throat.

Katie kicked wildly as she tried to get better footing so she could stuff more of his sausage into her mouth; the position wasn't optimal for either of them and Jason found his cock prevented from going all the way as it slammed into the back of her esophagus. Katie showed her own frustration at the lack of all his dick in her throat by grabbing and digging her nails into his ass cheeks in an attempt to get some leverage and a better position to fill her gorge.

This needed to be rectified Jason decided, Katie was never going to settle for only some of his joystick. "I think I'm a bit thirsty as well," he quipped with a sly grin as he began reorienting himself to face Katie's crotch. It was somewhat slowed by the fact she was moaning and clinging to his cock, beginning to bob her head when he stopped his own hip movements to make the transition, but he somehow made it. Jason began to remove Katie's pants, his nose assaulted by her aroma and her soaked legs and panties. Jason had to peel the wet fabric off of her to gain a full view of her wonderfully aroused pussy. He breathed in her scent, rekindling his lust for her taste. Katie screamed in joy and surprise as his mouth latched onto her sex.

Her legs wrapped around his head while his own arms wrapped around her hips, lifting her as he stood on his knees as Katie bobbed on his cock upside down. The two couldn't get enough of each other's flavor as they worked tirelessly on each other. Katie came several times on his tongue and in his mouth, flooding it with her fluids as it dripped down their bodies before she really sprayed his face in unison with his own orgasm.

This time Katie got to taste his cum as she swallowed his delight, doing her best to eat all she could despite how full she felt. She could swear her stomach expanded slightly with the sheer load even though she spilled some, dripping from her mouth in her upside down position.

The two finally collapsed, Jason's strength disappearing, drained from his orgasm. He fell backward as Katie's body also relaxed, full of Jason's cum and satisfied, for now. The two panted on the ground, once again covered in sweat and fluids, and happy as can be.

Jason was first to speak, "We should get ready for classes."

Katie breathed a happy, "Okay."

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A young café man shifted his pants uncomfortably as his erection was near painfully hard and clearly pitching a tent in his pants. And he wasn't the only one. Every single male that saw the lone woman sipping her iced latte was facing a similar problem. Hell, even the other women couldn't help but stare, nipples hardening through fabric as they were forced to pass by the woman sitting at an outdoor table, watching and listening to the sounds of the busy city this morning.

It was a beautiful morning, sun was shining, wind had a nice gentle breeze to it, and the temperature was just warm enough to be comfortable before the heat set in for the day. It was hardly unusual for anyone to want to sit down and relax to take in the day. Yet the splendid weather was immediately forgotten as soon as anyone neared the woman.

The young man had barely even been paying attention when the woman had walked in, his eyes turning briefly to see a customer, and then flashing back when her image registered in his brain and he had to confirm. His cock was hard instantly and only seemed to get harder the longer he looked. He couldn't even remember the brief conversation he'd had with her when she had ordered her drink. It was some kind of miracle he figured that he had enough muscle memory to actually give her the coffee. All he could remember was her husky, sensual voice that seemed to tangibly caress his ears and tug at his desire and that his eyes had remained firmly glued to her deep and wondrous cleavage that her enormous breasts produced.

Tits her size had to be fake, nothing so marvelous could be natural, yet the beautiful curves were obviously and impossibly anything but fake. The way the breasts swayed gently with her movements, declaring their fullness and soft flesh was impossible for silicone to reproduce. They were most certainly bigger than the woman's head. The man felt that watermelons had stiff competition in size against her full chest, as stiff as his member inside his pants was. He could almost feel himself start to feel dismay when she sat down in her chair facing away from his position at the counter facing the streets, only to find her ass was just as glorious and mouth watering.

Her blue striped business skirt was incredibly short and tight, showing off her heart shaped ass as her hourglass figure sat. He stared, hoping it would rip due to the strain or roll up just an inch to reveal some flesh of her ass and what kind of underwear she wore with her stockings and blue heels.

This woman had it all in addition to her already overwhelming ass and breasts. Long shapely legs showed her grace while walking, her stride swaying her wide hips just right to bring out the dog in any man. While she was most certainly not fat, she had enough meat in her middle to maintain her soft sensual body's appearance and not to have a comical difference between her breasts and ass, yet little enough to emphasis her curves perfectly. She embodied the word voluptuous.

Her face was mature, motherly, and naughty. No winkles dared to touch her flesh, but it held just enough age to denote experience, the kind any man would die for in a lover. Her lips were painted black and full making them just as much a treat to imagine on one's cock as the rest of her body. Grey blue eyes hid behind glasses that portrayed confidence as her raven black hair was curled into a bun in an Eastern fashion, though the color of her skin was warmly lit with color, still clearly European.

Her beauty drove everyone who saw her near speechless, and while it attracted much attention, it also prevented people from actually bothering the woman as she drank her coffee. Women stared and grumbled to each other, obviously jealous and some secretly desiring, others not so secretly while the men would need some alone time rather soon to get her out of their system. The customers in line weren't even mad about the delay caused by the young man's staring, because they too couldn't help but stare.

This all brought a small smile to Miss Pallaca's face; she didn't need to turn around to hear the wonderful sound of pants stretching just for her. She absolutely loved the attention, after-all, what was the point of having perfect allure if there was no one around to be allured? Her tasteless drink bored her, but being admired by such a wonderful crowd on this beautiful day more than made up for it. The latte provided almost no benefit for her, no nutrition and the caffeine was too mild for her kind; it was merely for appearances.

It didn't even taste like anything to her, nothing ever did anymore, save for a few things, and one in particular that was her favorite. She began to toy with the idea of spicing up her drink with a touch of 'milk' provided by any one of the willing young lads behind her or the ones that stopped in the street at the sight of her and started to drool, above and below.

The pangs of hunger started to join with the thought. She hadn't had a full meal for a long time. Her last meal had been a wonderfully delightful pupae of her kind, and especially delicious as his loads were, they were only appetizers. She had to admit, she was a bit of a glutton, well, more than a bit. So much so that not even an incubus could satisfy her by himself, a pretty big blow to most incubi's egos who usually form a harem of succubi per an individual incubus. Pallaca would sigh and suppose it was because of how old and powerful she was that she couldn't snag her a sufficient incubus, much less join one's harem to feed her ravenous appetite, but she choose not to dwell on it.

Her sister had a similar problem of lacking an incubus mate, but that was for more... mental issues than physical ones, being not as powerful as Pallaca but much more free spirited. Pallaca was surprised Tula had stayed on as long as she had in Lustrum as Vice Principal. Then again, she supposed being next to a stream of new 'crops' was plenty of variety for Tula. It certainly worked for Pallaca, young incubi and pupae were less likely to get bruised egos when they were drained dry in succession in one night.

Her stomach growled. Maybe it was time for a return visit. She licked her lips at the thought, the students were always happy and willing to have a return session with her, after all she interviewed every student admitted; it was her job as the school's recruiter and, she liked to joke, 'taste tester'.

Pallaca's thoughts were interrupted as someone moved a chair in front of her at her table and sat down. Her eyes turned curiously, wondering which brave man or woman had gotten enough courage to sit down with her only to be puzzled by what she saw before her. It was an old woman, late 50's, maybe even older.

She wore a plain dress and folded her hands on the table. The woman looked to be in poor health, yet sat oddly in her chair. Pallaca couldn't put a finger on why she thought the woman's posture was weird, but she did feel a slight tinge of alarm when she smelled no pheromones from the woman. That wasn't quite accurate, she smelled no pheromones signaling arousal from the woman, and while Pallaca wasn't particularly into the ladies, normal humans had a hard time controlling their voluntary reactions to her beauty and sexual aura, much less their involuntary ones, and even advanced age couldn't completely eliminate some reactions, though it did lessen their degree quite considerably.

"It's been awhile, Miss P.," the woman spoke in a voice obviously not her own. It was a young man's voice, which sounded a bit off, as if someone was talking at a distance, even though the woman sat across from her on a small table. Pallaca realized why the posture was strange, too, it was too straight, relaxed, youthful, and male. People sat differently, whether it was society's fault or the invention of the skirt, men and woman sat differently, as well as people older in age, their bodies couldn't relax in the same way anymore.

"Isn't taking over another person's body generally frowned upon by the Council? One can get in a lot of trouble for that, little mage," Pallaca warned calmly. Mages were an uppity folk, the worst were snooty and arrogant, with plenty of reason to be so. One didn't say fuck you to physics with a command and not draw at least some caution from others dealing with them, especially when they declared themselves the ruling class in the paranatural world. Still, it was best not to show fear, the mage sounded young, if talented enough to pull off this little trick. A clever move too, face to face she would have him eating out of her palm, or somewhere lower more preferably.

The woman cocked an eyebrow, "You don't recognize me? Well, I guess it has been a while since you last saw me..."

Pallaca did recognize that voice. She searched hard through her long memory, it took a moment to click, "Terry? Is that you? My goodness, all grown-up it seems, or at least judging from the sound of your voice."

The woman smiled warmly, "Yep, in the flesh, sort of."

"Well, well, Terry. It has been awhile. I supposed you're no longer an apprentice any more, all grown-up." She gave a pout. "It makes me a little sad you didn't come visit me in person, I would have loved to seen you all grown-up."

The woman, no, Terry apologized, "Sorry, but I remember the last time I saw you, well, part of it anyway. I needed to talk to you, not waste five hours and then a couple more in a brain scrubber."

"I was under the impression you enjoyed my last visit. You certainly looked as if you enjoyed it."

Terry blushed, as awkward as it was doing so in someone else's body, "You know what you do to humans, hell, you could probably do it to your own kind. As good as... that was, the memory of it alone can ruin a man for life. How is another woman supposed to compete with what your kind can do, much less you. A mage can take away the physical addiction, the mental addiction is still a pain. I'd like to get married someday. Besides, I needed to talk to you quickly, and travel wasn't viable, nor is sending an image inconspicuous. The Council authorized it."

That removed Pallaca's joking mood at their 'reunion.' "The Council authorized a body snatch, just to talk to me?"

"Don't worry, this woman will be well compensated for roughly two hours of her life, and she won't remember a thing. I think her family will be thrilled to hear her breast cancer has miraculously vanished."

Pallaca regarded Terry silently for a moment before speaking, "That's an awful lot for the Council to go through."

Terry nodded, "It is. Bodies have showed up."

Pallaca cocked an eyebrow, "Bodies?"

"Drained of life."

Anger bubbled under her surface, but Pallaca held it at bay, "You surely can't be accusing me of this. I've followed the Council's laws about our kind since its beginning, hell, I created Lustrum to prevent accidental deaths and beyond."

Terry placed his hands up defensively, "No one is blaming you or at least not you directly. Damn it, I'd be vouching for you if that was true, I hope you know that. I wouldn't be a mage, hell, I wouldn't have been an apprentice without you."

Recruitment wasn't perfect in to Lustrum, hence the necessary interviewing. Pallaca had to search through troubled cases and orphanages to find instances of possible pupae worldwide; a bit of magic helped, but it wasn't perfect and was sometimes wrong. Terry had been detected when he was eight, a remarkably early detection, in fact, too remarkable and wrong as he turned out to be magically gifted instead. It didn't happen often, Pallaca could count on her hands how many times it happened. Still, she liked Terry, he was a cute kid in a bad situation, so she took him to a mage she knew. She visited him now and then till she got real busy, and he could take care of himself; her last visit was five years ago when he had hit 18, popping his cherry. Mages were almost as delicious as incubi were and could be just as wild with a bit of defensive magic, though poor Terry was lovingly overwhelmed.

Her anger subsided, though it was replaced by worry. Terry was an honest boy, and she knew him personally. He was the type to stick his neck out for her even if he suspected she was in the wrong. "So what does the Council want from me? If you're not here to accuse me, then what? There are many other creatures that can drain life. I'm not exactly an expert on the subject if that's what they want."

Terry shook his head, "No, the signs clearly indicated a succubus was involved. The Council is worried about a rogue, at your school."

Alarm shook her, "That's absurd! Lustrum was made to prevent young succubi from awakening with death! It is isolated with a spell placed on it by the Council itself that prevents unauthorized exit or entrance. I know and I trust everyone at that Academy and the pupae are safely prevented from outside exposure till they are ready. What reason do they have to suspect my school to be harboring a rogue?"

Terry folded his borrowed hands, "Two of the seven bodies found have been confirmed to be people from Missing Person Reports in the area surrounding your school, within 50 miles. The other five have not yet been identified, so the only pattern so far is near Lustrum. The rise has been subtle in Missing Person Reports, so without the bodies, we would have never noticed."

Pallaca let the information soak in as Terry continued, "You probably know more than I, but the Council still has plenty of prejudice against nonhumans, especially 'domesticated fiends' as some put it."

"So they're quick to put the blame on my school."

Terry nodded, "As you said, your school has the Council's own backing and protection on it, so they're not so quick to pass judgment and condemn the school as a failure right away. That would be an embarrassment on their part, and without ample proof it would cause a big uproar in the various communities. They want it taken care of quickly, and quietly. Your continued good standing has freed you from suspicion; they granted you the school in the first place. They want this problem to go away, and they want it gone before the Pallies get involved."