June's Short Story

June’s face turned from one of joy to one of sadness and annoyance. Here she was, ready to take him to a whole new world of pleasure and John cared about a silly picture. The woman let out a sigh as she lowered her legs and sat up to answer John’s question.

“That is a picture of myself and my college roommate, Mariana Trench,” said the teacher to her pupil, memories of her college life flooded back to her. A smile worked its way across her face as she remembered the fun she had with her roommate.

“Huh. I never pictured you as a Goth,” John replied, his eyes glued to the picture. June let out a little laugh at John’s words.

“Oh, heavens no, John!” she retorted. “I was the one on the right,” she informed John, whose jaw would have hit the floor if this was a cartoon. She was the skinny one with no tits?! thought John, his mind not quite able to wrap his head around it. June could see the confusion raking John’s brain. She let out a little giggle at the sight of her student’s utter loss at this revelation. “Mariana, or rather Morticia Moonshadow as she liked to be called, is the Goth. She also gave me that statue. She said it was a symbol of luck, growth, wealth, and health. I didn’t believe her at first, but still accepted the gift nonetheless,” June explained. John had switched his attention from the picture of June, the young looking college girl to June, the sultry art teacher. Her words were captivating. There was something about this story that drew him in. “Morticia was a bit weird. She would go around saying she was a witch! Not like a Pagan or Wicca person, but a true witch, with magic and everything!” June happily recalled. “At first, I did not believe her, but after receiving the statue I believed her. I was 16 when I entered college thanks to advanced placement,” she told John.

“Oh, so you were a gifted student, besides your art I mean?” asked John. June nodded and flashed him a smile before continuing her story.

“The statue seemed to have brought me everything I wanted: a growth spurt in all the right areas,” she made sure to emphasize this by grabbing her breasts, “met an art gallery owner who agreed to sell my art, my art improved drastically, and my eyesight even got better! Everything I have ever wished for had happened! My art sells so well I can afford this place and just teach at the Academy for more fun than necessity.” June finished her story with John lost in thought. After a few moments of silence John spoke.

“That is an incredible story!” His excitement was so palpable that even June felt it. She lunged at John and gave him a deep, sensual kiss, her hands rubbing his erection through his pants. John’s hands glided over June’s back and made their way to her savory ass, which he gave a squeeze. I don’t know if her roommate really is a witch with the Abyss but I should thank her for making June into the sex goddess she is today! The two groped each other for a few more minutes, each enjoying the other’s body. June was the one to break their kiss and embrace as she changed to a doggy style position.

“Well? What are you waiting for? I’ve wanted that cock deep in my pussy since you’ve been here! You’ve put it in every hole but this one, so get to it!” John’s teacher demanded in a playful tone. John nearly unequipped his clothes but, remembering where he was, took them off as fast as he could and lined his dick up with June’s slit. Using all of his willpower, John did not just thrust into June. No, instead he took his dick in hand and rubbed it along her opening. June shivered in response to the unexpected stimulation. Her hips also pushed back, attempting to mount his dick since he would not put it in her.

“Stop teasing, John Newman! You’ve done enough of that already today! You will now fuck your teacher, understand?” June said in a more forceful tone.

“As you wish, Ms. Summers,” John said in a polite tone right before he shoved his dick completely into her, the tip of his dick hitting her cervix.

“Oh god!” she yelled out, not expecting to be that full that quickly. Her body trembled in a micro-orgasm. With both hands placed firmly on her hips, John began his attack on her pussy. It was a relentless onslaught with him pulling nearly all the way out only to be shoved back in until his hips met hers. Each thrust caused June to cry out, her pleasure music to his ears.

Meanwhile outside June Summers home

High heels clacked along the stone path that lead from the entrance gate to June’s front door. Her smooth legs moved one after the other, carrying the newcomer to June’s house. Her skirt was far too short to be decent but long enough to make anyone beg to see more. Her chest protruded out prominently thanks to her extremely low V neck in her shirt. It basically just wrapped around part of her breasts that sat firmly on her chest. Her long blonde hair flowed down to her shoulders, her piercing blue eyes deep like the ocean, and a beauty mark located under the right side of her mouth.
“Mmm, I can sense it! Beautiful, tasty, magical sexual energy! And here I was hoping I’d have June all to myself but it seems she has a plaything over. Looks like today’s meal will be a feast!” said a gleeful feminine voice as she made her way up the walkway to June’s front door.

Back in June’s bedroom

“Yes, yes, yes!” screamed June as John pounded her pussy with all his might. His hands were firmly on her hips, helping to pull them into each of his thrusts, driving him deeper into her hole. The room was filled with the noises of their sexual depravity, only to be shattered when the door swung open and a figure spoke.
“June, my love, who did you bring to your bed this time?” she asked with smugness in her voice, her head slightly turned. It was only when she laid eyes on June, mid-thrust into June did she sense the magic emanating from him.

Warning: Entered Enemy Barrier! Must defeat the owner to escape

“Wha…huh?” John asked as he fell from midair onto the ground. John scrambled to get up and turn around to hear where the voice came from as he swiped away the alert. In front of him was a succubus. An honest to goodness succubus. She was taller than John, thanks to what looked like natural high heels on her feet and with her horns. She had red, leathery wings sprouting from her back while a dark red tail swung behind her in a semi-hypnotic way. She had long, dark pink legs with what John figured were green tattoos along her thighs. Her flat stomach was visible thanks to her only clothes being what amounted to some straps of leather that wrapped around her groin into a thong and up to support her breasts, but with most of her breasts clearly showing. The same green tattoos were on her arms while her hair was black as night and her eyes the same green as her tattoos. Two purple horns sat on her head but curled in a way that made them look like she couldn’t gouge you with them. “Wait, they exist in the Abyss too?!” said a flabbergasted John.

“By ‘they’ do you mean succubi? Because yes, we do. Now, who are you and what are you doing to my Juney!” snarled the demon to John.

“Who am I? None of your business!” John chuckled as he spurted out that line. “But who are you?” John asked as he cast Observe.

“Like I’d tell you,” scoffed the succubus. John just smirked at her as he saw all her information displayed on his Observe sheet.

“Well, Riska, I know quite a bit about you now,” retorted John. “Like how you are 462 year old succubus who is feeding off of June’s sex she has with you and anybody else!” John said in a smug tone, finally feeling like he had one up over his enemy. “Now, why don’t you break this barrier and leave June alone,” ordered John. Riska was at first shocked by the information John seemed to know, but outright laughed at John’s threat.

“You, a mere human boy, dares threaten me? Riska, a Greater Succubus? I will beat you down, tie you up, and fuck you to ****!” snarled the woman as she summoned a whip of crimson fire from a black hilt covered in glittering runes. John figured something like this would happen and quickly equipped his armor and weapons. Now the (mostly) armored John Newman was ready to do battle with the sexual demon.