Do You Believe In Darbie

"If you could do what you wanted, anything, right now, what would it be?"

Benny looked to see a girl in a hoodie talking to him, covered in the shade of the outdoor structure that provided shelter over the tables and the people eating underneath it. His mouth closed, postponing another bite of chewy bean-and-cheese burrito as his friends pestered and joked with each other, making no comment or attempt to disrupt the young brown-haired bronze-skinned boy at the edge of the table and the woman he was currently conversing with.

"Um..."

"What. Would. It. Be?"

Suddenly, Benny's eyes sparkled. His face relaxed and he looked around as he whispered to her, "I would fuck Deborah in the ass."

The hoodied stranger followed his finger with her gaze. He pointed to a black-haired girl wedged between another one that had a little fill in her body and a dark-skinned kid in a blue t-shirt. When he'd been about to say something else, his new friend seemed a mile closer to him, despite having barely moved an inch, her eyes fracking into his.

"Then do it Ben. Fuck her butthole."

The teen set his burrito down and pushed his hands against the table.

"Deborah," yelled Benny, and he stood up once her attention was on him, the girl still recovering from a hiccup of laughter from some funny story Hailey was telling her.

"Yeah, what's up Ben?" she asked, catching some air.

"Let me fuck you in the ass!"

Everyone at first glanced at each other. Then, on the tail of a soft breeze, returned to chatting and eating their food. A teacher passed by and one of the other girls waved hi to him and started a trivial exchange regarding their latest test results.

"Benny!" Deborah gasped, before standing up and sliding out of her jeans and looking back playfully, "that is so naughty! I never knew you thought of me that way."

Benny just grinned, walked up to her, and grabbed her by the hips once her pants were over her ankles. He slapped her in the ass, unzipped his pants, then guided his hard dick with his hand through the air and into the entrance of her puckering hole. Then, like a train headlong into a tunnel, he held tightly onto her and clanged into her narrow orifice with a cracking inauguration.

"I always think of you, Deborah," he confessed, pushing his torso against her back. They pummeled against each other in frenetic sync and her hair softly jumped at each thrust as he talked and his breath tickled her ear. "Picturing you bent over. Or your teasing ass in my hands. Or sucking me off."

The girl scoffed as she wiggled her rear against his rocking pelvis. "And you never bothered to tell me any of this?" she looked back at him, blinking pensively into his eyes.

"Nope."

After a second-long pause, Deborah grinned and slapped his shoulder. "Troublemaker." Then she faced herself forward and shoved her naked ass harder against Benny, the heat burning her up on the inside. It felt so incredibly good, better than a massage. "Fuck me hard, bastard!" she cried vulgarly, the feeling warming her up from every angle. "Fuck my ass up, Benny! Fuck me with your perverted fantasies running through your head!"

Meanwhile, from the table, Phil was looking at them with partial interest. He never knew Deborah didn't mind having sex with Benny, and he really never knew Benny wanted his dick in her. But everybody knew how hot Deborah was; maybe such rampant fantasies were not uncommon.

"Maybe, maybe not, but tell me," a voice echoed beside him. It was the girl from earlier, the one that had been talking to Benny. She cut his own interruption short, asking, "Why do you like sticking your cock in guys' mouths?"

"Because I'm a horny gay slut," he replied with a sip from his milk carton.

"Why do you like drinking your friends' cum?"

"Because it tastes delicious and I like the idea of some other guy's jizz in my body. It gets me all hot and makes me want to cum in my pants, and then to feel the warm sensation of all of my jizz sticking to my thighs and dripping to my feet all day at class would make me even hornier, and hotter. I'm such a perverted fuckdoll."

After disclosing all that, he underwent a mini-orgasm underneath the table, shuddering as quietly to himself as he possibly could, dark blue spreading across the light shade of the center of his pants.

"Why don't you go suck your friend's?" Darbie gestured to the other guy sitting next to him. He was wearing a VANs backpack. Black, curly hair reached his eyebrows, giving him a slightly exotic look. "He's not up to anything at the moment. He probably wouldn't mind a fun way to pass the time down there."

Phillip fondled his own dick through his pants, and nodded. Right. She had a point. He turned to his friend and leaned his face toward him. "Hey, Ed, can you take out your cock?"

The boy looked at Phillip and after a second of recollection from the other scene before him, found his thoughts and said, "Oh, sure," unzipping his pants and pulling out his penis. As he took it out, the average-sized protrusion of skin flopped in front of him. Then it began to swell and harden, until it was at an abnormal 10 inches, pointing at his chin, precum oozing out of it. Inviting the young, gulping man next to him, he said, "Go ahead dude."

Phil nodded, then obliged and brought his face downward, taking the huge member into his mouth, and began bobbing his head up and down, licking his tongue along the throbbing extremity and around his twitchy tip with fervor.

Grunting in pleasure, Ed enjoyed his mate's attention while above he stuffed his mouth full of macaroni and cheese and swirled his fork across his tray.

Though just to be clear, Ed wasn't some homo. No one around that table was, really.

It's just that no one cared if it was Phil blowing them; Phil? That Phil? The one with the birthmark on the bottom left part of his jaw? Oh really? Of course! Why wouldn't they let him suck their veiny, sweaty dicks? The rudeness would be unfathomable, irreparable, unthinkable.

"Oh, Benny!"

Impossible, implacable, unshakeable.

"Fuck...fuck, Deborah, I'm cumming!"

Irrational, undoable, delusional.

"Plant it! Plant your warm seed into my tight, fucking sphincter, Benny!"

A couple seconds later, Benny shook and trembled, his thrusts coming to an unwinding stop. Globs of sperm could be seen trickling out of Deborah's anus, and she sighed in contentment.

Then Darbie snapped her finger, and with barely even a flash, everyone was back to sitting around the table as normal. Like nothing, nothing at all, had happened. Everyone eating their food, and Benny taking a bite out of his burrito.

Behind her, meanwhile, three girls were passing by.

"Vera, your armpits taste sooo goood."

"Jan, you haven't seen anything yet," giggled the familiar voice of the flowery Bailey. "Put your tongue anywhere on her pussy and you'll be met with utter paradise."

"Bailey, that's..." A slightly flushed Vera backtracked, "Not too loud, okay?"

Bailey apologized but nevertheless went back to licking up and down her friend's arm, which she gave into as a good sport while redheaded Jan mirrored her on her right.

"Hey Vera!" Another encounter.

"Hi Mr. Reese."

"Hey, can I get a quick taste of your thighs?"

"Sure, I guess..."

"Thanks, sweetheart." Pause. "This won't count as extracurricular credit, though."

Concurrently, a yard or two away, a young black-haired teen was walking down the campus looking at his camera, a light-red tint across his cheeks.

"She really made him eat her out, that's for sure," he mumbled, vaguely, then went on his way.

What a lovely, bustling day -- as it always was.

Darbie looked back to the table, and cast an invisible net around them.

"From now on, all of the rest of you," she directed her words to the others gathered at the table, "will not remember what you just saw between Benny, Deborah, Phil, or Ed. But it will remain in your mind as your ultimate, most depraved, but uncontrollable and undenaible fantasy -- to see them doing exactly what they were just doing a second ago." A twisted but sharp grin opened up her cheeks as she continued, "As subtly as you can, while also doing whatever it takes without betraying your relationship or giving it all away, you will all try to get them to fulfill that fantasy. One way, or another."

They all nodded, then re-shifted their focus to their lunch.

Hailey was chewing on her breadsticks as her eyes innocently flitted to the young man across from her. Immediately, she felt a pounding curiosity, an innate fascination build within her. One of seeing Phillip becoming a horny man-whore, sucking on every guy's dick, and turning onto a path of utter depravity, and loving the taste of cum from all his friends and strangers alike. She warmed up inside, licked her lips, and took another bite of her breadstick while realizing how perfect Ed would be as his first candidate, imagining him with his zipper down and his very long penis waggling out.

Things would look to be unraveling smoothly over the next couple of weeks.

Having settled her tangential impulses, Darbie was already gone, parading up north to the office. She barged through the hall and past the teacher's lounge. When she finally made it to the principal's office, the secretary behind the desk looked up and began to stop her. Darbie looked at her, however, and quickly she lost interest, the done-up woman plopping her behind back down onto her chair and instead choosing to pull up her skirt, roll her pencil against her panties underneath it, and focus on an impromptu, stealthy masturbation session as the hooded girl pushed open the principal's door. The secretary's chair could be heard creaking in the background while she simultaneously relaxed and feigned paperwork diligence.

"What--" the balding man behind his "Principal Allers" name-plate began.

"Let me use your intercom."

"Come on over." The principal stood to the side and showed Darbie the according button. She made all of his clothes disappear, and then gave him an incontinent bladder. With a finger, she pressed the button and spoke into the microphone.

"Hello Kandid High School!"

Her voice blared through every speaker in every part of the school, indoors and out. The faculty and students alike heard her words even as they gabbed, ate, or pushed kids into lockers.

"You may not know me, but that's to be expected. I used to attend this place years ago. I'd grown up and graduated since then. But that's a couple years from now. In this timeline, I don't exist. And in this timeline, where I'm not, I would have originally been; right there, probably," she pointed accurately, through the walls, "in the library. In other words, I've come from the future. A future you guys don't know zip about yet, or care an ounce for. An alternate tomorrow."

Darbie continued, "But now I've come to make up for lost time. How I choose to do that is none of your business unless I want it to be. Right now all I want is everybody that can hear me in this campus to answer my questions. It's very simple. Either a yes or a yes.

"Do you believe in Darbie?"

A ricocheting, affirmative response serenaded through the school.

"Do you believe in chaos?"

Another yes.

"Do you believe in unstoppable forces?"

Three for the win.

Darbie let go of the intercom for a pause, then pressed it on once more.

"Then now the games have begun."

She pushed herself off the desk and swiftly exited the room. In the next one over, the secretary had a bored expression on her face as she tried to hide her quiet moans, as well as the attention she was spending on her little cunny down below, away from view.

Darbie ignored her, already walking out the door in search of her first, personal little ward of the day. Someone to stand witness to her devilry, with a life she could tap into and screw with, through which she could channel her inanities and sit upon. And she already had one or two in mind.