What about the others?

« What’s wrong with me today? » Chanel though as she moved upstairs toward Poppy’s bedroom. The young lesbian was considering herself to be fairly liberated, often violating the school’s rules with her punk-girl style or having a daring meeting with a few bi-curious classmates in the showers or under the bleachers. But today she almost didn’t recognize herself. She had been dripping wet during the entire ride in Poppy’s car and was starting to develop a severe crush on her usually demure friend. She even spent a few seconds losing herself in Poppy’s heady perfume, unknowingly exposing herself to the corrupted girl pheromones.

« You like it? I’ll let you try my perfume if you want. » Poppy said, smiling at her friend’s embarrassment when she caught her. « Tables are turning,» Poppy thought with glee, her smile growing wider as she saw Anita greeting them with some homemade cookies and chocolate milk. Hers step-mom was relaxing near the pool while neither her brother or her father were home yet.

« You won’t be disturbed by anyone upstairs, » Anita said as the two teenagers eagerly ate Anita’s « homemade » snacks, « unless you want to. » Both of them shivered as they briefly looked at each other.

« I wonder if the others had an exciting day too, » Poppy though as she moved toward her bedroom, Chanel walking behind her, the dark-skinned girl’s eyes glued on her friend’s ass.

****

« Damn I’m so horny, I need to get myself a girlfriend » Duncan cursed in his breath as he left school. « Or any hot girl to bang he thought. He shivered as he remembered the vivid dream he got when Poppy sucked his cock. He had fought this fantasy during most of the day, it was his step-sister for fuck sake, he shouldn’t fantasize about her sucking him or worse! He hoped a good walk will help to clear his mind. His cock had been erect since he woke up and it was starting to worry him, he tried to relieve himself in the bathroom but without success.

His train of thoughts was interrupted when he saw one of his mother’s friend bent over tending the bushes on the side of her house.

Mrs Jill Anders was the typical suburban MILF. She was recently divorced after more than a few extra-marital adventures and was one of Duncan’s fantasy, well at least before he started to have wet dreams starring his step-sister. Jill’s shirt was doing a very bad job at hiding her assets, showing a lacy number that seemed a little too small for her large mounds. Raising her eyes, she noticed Duncan staring at her. It wasn't difficult for her to coax him to help her with her gardening. She smiled seductively at him as he began to mow the grass. Boys always fall for these she thought as she squeezed her breasts between her arms. Well, maybe she’ll reward him with more than a glance at her breasts once he’ll finish. She didn’t know why but he seemed much more attractive than before, almost on a primal level.

****

Bethany huffed as she put her gym bag in the hallway. She had hoped a good session at the gym could help her forget the nagging sensations she had recently but it had not. A lot of peoples had stared at her at the gym, even more than usual. Being a former model, she was used to being the center of attention but today she felt like everyone was staring at her, even the few women wich were here were staring at her. It was embarrassing, her nipples never stopped being erect and Bethany had the sensation everyone could see them. She also had to fight the unappropriate urge to masturbate in the showers or worse, to grab a jock or two for some furious sex in a corner.

« A nap and some sunbathing at the pool, that’s what I need, » she thought as she laid down on a deck chair, sipping a fruit cocktail made by Anita before dozing off under the warm sun.

Soon she began to moan in her sleep as her latest fantasies came back. She pictured herself in the gym again, but this time instead of rejecting the other, she succumbed to her desires. She saw herself seductively removing her clothes in the middle of the room, enjoying the lustful glares of the males around her before kneeling in the middle of them to suck their hard cocks. She moaned in her sleep as each man came on her, her skin glistening with cum while her slutty alter-ego was cumming like crazy, each spray of spunk eliciting a small orgasm for the lust-crazed woman. She then pictured herself in the gym showers, a few attractive women she recognized as her friends or fellow gym-goers licking and slurping the cum which covered her, their tongues running sensuously on her glistening body, occasionally making out with her or swapping cum with each other.

The scene changed again. Instead, she found herself tied up on an X shaped cross in some sort of barely lit dungeon, leather manacles keeping her tied to the wooden cross, her body clad in a leather corset which lets her pussy and breasts bare. Moans and groans of pleasure resonated in the darkness. Squinting her eyes, she could distinguish several peoples engaged into a variety of carnal acts, each more lewd and depraved than the last. More disturbingly, some of the voices seemed familiar, Anita… Greg… Duncan... Poppy. Yes, they were here too, deep in the throes of ecstasy, enjoying the pleasure of the flesh. While she…

« You could joint them if you want, » a dark voice resonated in her head. « These manacles are the symbol of your inhibitions. Destroy them and be free, free to partake into what’s around you, free to enjoy everlasting pleasure and share it with others! »_

« N-no, I’m not a slut, I won’t, leave me alone! leave us ! » she cried. Her eyes flew open as she woke up, her body shuddering as she tried to forget the nightmare she just had. A glance at her watch told her her husband will be home soon.

****

After spending 50 years on earth and almost 30 working in various banks, Paige thought she saw everything. But she could never guess her boss Greg Watson, prim and faithful husband and father could end up fucking his secretary on his desk. The grey-haired accountant wasn’t really shocked, hell she’d did far worse when she was younger and probably be the one seducing her boss if she could. But her young, seductive body was no more and she grew envious as she discreetly watched the twenty years old intern getting fucked, the blonde bimbo big tits swaying back and forth when Greg hit her hips.

Wait Paige thought, big tits? Millie doesn’t have these this morning. They seemed to have easily doubled in size, As the fucking continued, Paige could swear she was seeing the blonde’s nipples scraping against the desk. Her boss’s body also looked different. He had always been in good shape but he now seemed taller and more muscular, his clothes looking painfully tight on him. Greg groaned as he looked like he’ll cum soon. He quickly removed his cock from Millie’s pussy only to find her moving faster, her lips plunging on his throbbing shaft. Greg threw back his head and roared in ecstasy as his orgasm seemed to be delayed again, release once again escaping him as his inhibitions were disappearing. He knew Millie had been trying to seduce him numerous time since she started working for him but he remained faithful. But recently it was getting more and more difficult to do so, his wife’s inability to make him cum, the fantasies he had getting more and more present in his mind until he finally gave up when Millie showed him her pert butt when grabbing a pen on the floor.

« Tonight… tonight you will. If you give me what you don’t need anymore. »

It wasn’t the first time Greg heard the voice in his head, at first it scared him but now he felt impatient to return home.

Neither he nor Millie noticed Paige as she closed the door behind her. She knew something was wrong, memories of her tumultuous youth came back. She needed to call some friends and, more importantly, confront Millie or Greg.

****

Anita hummed cheerfully as she texted to her neighbour, telling her she will not come over this evening for their daily fuckfest. The maid had shown her the joy of being a servant of the Idol and now the new succubus was spending her night with Anita fucking various men, including her own family.

The busty Latina had something better planned, and the noises coming from Poppy’s bedroom were a good indication that everything was coming nicely. She couldn’t resist seeing how her little protege was doing seducing her friend. She already met Chanel before and knew the little minx was the dominant one in their duo. She opened Poppy’s bedroom door and the show taking place made her smile.

"Ohhhh fuck… yeah, eat me…stick your tongue in me!" Poppy moaned. She grasped her big tits as she rode her friend’s face, swaying her hips above Chanel in rhythm with the tongue stabbing deeply in her cunt. Opening her eyes, she smiled as she caught Anita spying on her. The fact that the subject of her latest fantasy was watching her fueled her lust evermore and she hoped the maid will join them on the bed.

« Yesss, » she moaned, her gaze never leaving Anita’s as she moved a little, « Lick me, lick my ass too little slut. » Chanel paused for a moment, wondering if it wasn’t getting too much, what if someone caught them on.

« Then they could join you, » an unknown voice resonated in her head.

Chanel moaned, she’d always thought Poppy’s stepmom was hot, and Anita… Fuck the maid was stunning, Chanel began to fantasize about fucking her too, sucking her large tits with Poppy.

A long moan escaped her friend’s mouth. Without realizing it, Chanel had begun to lick her friend’s asshole. She paused for a moment but quickly resumed her ministrations, stabbing her tongue into her friend’s ass, not noticing the longer appendage. Poppy rewarded her by laying forward and grabbing her friend’s butt cheeks. Still smiling to Anita, she pulled them apart and began to reciprocate what she was experimenting, feverishly tonguing her friend’s asshole, worming inside the tight ring.

« Ohhhh fuck … fuck …oh you dirty bitch," Chanel gasped, her legs starting to shake as she felt her orgasm building, Poppy moaned as she too felt her own pleasure rose, their fingers stabbing into each-other gushing pussies until they came, splashing each other with their juices.

Anita giggled, she could sense Chanel’s soul getting darker while Poppy’s was almost entirely corrupted. Their lust was abated but not enough, desire still coursing inside them. Before she left the room, she pointed the clock, showing Poppy that her little « study session » with her friend will be over soon.