They don't really have a choice.

We were all in a secluded alleyway: Davey, Amy, Paul and I. Paul was the last to exit the van. He was holding his trousers up; his penis was still rock hard due to my will, so he was unable to zip them back up. Amy was still whipping her tears away, and Davey was looking around to see if anyone was watching us. “Okay, this is how we are doing this. Paul, lie on top of the hood of the van facing me.” I walked to the front of the van and pointed to the hood. “Oh, and keep your pants down by your ankles.” He gave another apologetic look to Amy and did as he was told.

I walked over to him and straddled his dick, putting it back in my pussy. I turned my head back to Davey and lifted the back of my mini skirt. “Davey, you fuck my ass. And Amy, you take off your pants and panties and sit on Paul’s face.” Amy looked to Davey with a confused face. “Sorry, sis. You saw the slag kill those four coppers and that lady. I ain’t ending up like them, and neither are you. Do as she says.” Davey pulled out down his tracksuit bottoms just enough to pop his already hardening dick. He came up behind me and slid into the opening I presented to him.

It was the first time I had both lower holes filled at the same time. It felt great; as Davey entered, I tightened up and squeezed Paul with my vaginal muscles. He groaned a little more. His dick had been hard for several minutes without release. And I kept denying him further. “Ahh… that feels fantastic. Now start moving, boys, and Amy, if I don’t let your boyfriend cum soon, he’s damaged his baby-maker. So you best ket in position soon.”

Amy final started to move. She was wearing tight black leather pants and combat boots with a white crop top that showed her toned abs and barely contained her huge FF breasts. She had fingerless leather gloves and a blonde buzz cut. I loved seeing this robust and powerful-looking woman cry. She clearly loved the leather biker look; as she undid her belt, I lowered her pants, she unveiled a Brazilian styled bush. Carpets match the drapes, plus she goes commando. Thank god for the British climate, or the sweat from those leather pants would give her unprotect privates a horrible rash.

Ha! She forgot to take off her combat boots and had to waddle over to the hood and awkwardly climbed over up and landed on Paul’s face. Time to see if my ability to bring about **** arousal was exclusive to men or not. I grabbed her head and pulled it in for an aggressive, deep kiss. As the boys started to pump away, I manifested a tentacle in the back of my throat and slid it down Amy’s, connecting the four of us. I automated it. The deeper they fucked me, the deeper I fucked Amy.

With our faces slow close, I saw the exact moment my appendage hit the base of Amy’s throat as his eyes bulged and began to water anew. Unable to talk, I started to gyrate against the two dick inside me. And as they ramed me, I secretly rammed Amy. She tried to pull her headway, but I had an iron grip on it, holding it in place. “Fuck, Amy. You’re drowning me here!” Cool, either she is secretly a masochist, or my supernatural aura affects women too. Or both. Further testing is needed.

Davey started spanking me. He was a little too bold for my liking, so I put the same orgasm denial on him as I did Paul. We were all going to cum together whether the boys liked it or not. “Fuck, you! You, dirty cunt!” Ha, Davey was feeling it now. Amy was trying to scream for help but was muffled so much they couldn’t understand her. “MMHMHM! MHMHMHHH!” I moved my hands from the side of her head to her neck and began to chock her. I couldn’t see from this angle, but the gurgling sound coming from Paul told me she was drenched. The psychological dominance I had over the trio, plus all the physical sensations of the dicks rubbing each other through my walls and my tentacle tickling deep in both Amy’s throat and my own, was taking me to the edge. Now just to jump over it with my new pets.

The slapping of flesh on flesh increased as I tightened both holes and started to fill Amy’s throat with my own semen. My first ever ejaculation was powerful, and Amy started to flail her Amy and shake her legs. I pinched her nose to stop it from coming out over her and going to waste. I could hear her gulping hard, trying to keep up. I quickly retracted my tentacle and pulled my face away from hers, I was still being pounded, and Paul was still eating away under a dazed and confused Amy. “Ah! *slap* Pull out *slap* FUCK! Ah! and I’ll let you and Paul cum.”

Davey finally **** himself out of my ass and was shaking. I grabbed Amy’s arm and pulled her down off Paul’s face with me to the ground of the ally. Paul hopped off the hood after. Now the two of them were standing in front of Amy and me. I was behind her and pulled her tank top up, exposing her ample chest, massaging them from behind. She was still out of it and coughed a bit of my cum up onto her tits. The boys were jacking of furiously as they waited for me to undo my curse. It seemed Davey finally realised who was in front of him as I saw a look of horror was over his face. “David *cough* what’s happ-.” “Cum on her.” I cut off Amy’s confused question and ordered them whilst lifting my curse.

I grabbed Amy’s head from behind and **** her open mouth directly in front of Davey’s stream as I angled my own in front of Paul’s. Both of us were drenched in their cum as Davey screamed, “Oh, God! Take it, Emilia! Take it all, you slut!” It covered Amy’s tits, face, hair and thighs, as well as her white tank top and leather pants. She swallowed some, but she was already full from my load. I let Paul’s land on my tongue, face and cleavage. I could feel it running down between my boobs and my red corset. Halfway through the torrent, I pulled Amy’s tank top down to make sure it got a good coating of her brother’s cum.

After the boys finished and fell on their asses, I saw Davey’s post nut face fill with guilt. Paul was trying his hardest to stay conscious, fighting his CFS. I’ll cure him of that later. I pushed Amy’s cum stained body onto the ground and climbed on top of her. I liked up her toned, sticky abs. I was working my tongue up to her soaked tank top. I lifted it up again. Strands of semen connected the fabric to her skin. I motor-boated her white breasts and slurped it up. She was moaning as I cleaned her.

I finished up at her face and gently licked it clean. She gasped as I touched her lips. I hugged her and whispered in her ear. “Who tastes better? Your brother, your boyfriend or me? I like those two mixed together. I could make you a cocktail later if you want.” I put my hand under her top and squeezed her still covered FF boob.

I stood up and looked at the three humans still recovering on the ground, the female just as covered in cum as me. “You two rest in the back of the van. Amy, you’re still driving; I’ll be up next to you to make sure you don’t fall asleep. I want to watch you drive to your mum’s covered in your brother’s cum.”