Interlude - expanding possibilities - weird ass path

You are driving back into town with Brooke by your side.

In another life, as a teacher, you’ve always taken pride of being very respectful of your students. In your whole career, not once did you look at one of them as a potential sexual partner. Obviously, flesh being weak you were not always able to refrain some perverse thoughts when your more mature and sexy pupils wiggled their butts as they moved away from your desk but never would you have pictured yourself in such a situation.

You just had mind blowing sex with Brooke and you are driving her home. As a car goes by, you catch a glimpse of her face. There is still some sperm on her cheek and, despite the open window, her pussy fills the passenger compartment with the sweet and sour scent of satiated lust.

Satiated… Not really, you can already feel surging the need to have something warm around your dick, something alive. You are impatient to get here she’s taking you.

Laid back and careless as the teenager she is, she’s adjusting pretty well to her new nature.

Having her seat by your side makes you confident. Well, she’s not actually seating, spreading would be more precise. One foot on the dashboard, the other tucked under her ass, her jeans are negligently thrown on the back seat. A finger gently petting her genitalia through the soaked fabric of her white panties, her gaze lost midair, she waves her hand to the left.

“Huh more powers!” she yaps like a little girl discovering a new present under the Christmas tree.

“What do you mean more powers?”

“Well other powers than the ones shown on the first page…”

First page?

She browsing through her powers as if it was a smartphone touch screen. Damn millennials, you would have never thought of that… You have to take a look. You park the car on the roadside and concentrate to bring up the “menu”. There is indeed a second page. Dementation, Vicissitude, Obtenebration, Serpentis...

“Huh this one seems interesting.”

“Which one?” you ask.

“This one,” she says jumping on top of you.

Squatting above you, she hastly takes out your dick and starts massaging it. Pleasant at first, she suddenly sticks a finger inside your shaft and pushes it downwards carving the flesh as if it was warm butter. It stings like hell. For a moment your flesh burns but soon pleasure comes back. She continues pushing and when she reaches your thighs she pushes inward. The pleasure is tremendous and you come covering her fingers with a weird mix of cum and blood. She grabs your empty balls and smears them around the hole shaping them in the form of a blooming lily. In a couple of movements, she has replaced your dick with a deliciously sweet vagina.

Putain de bordel de merde !

You loved your dick !

You want her to stop but cannot do squat. The pleasure is tearing through your senses rendering you totally powerless at the hands of the little bitch.

She now starts playing with your chest, sticking her fingers inside your nipples and pulling a pair of perky breasts out of your torso. Beautiful breasts, so sensitive. Intertwined pain and pleasure, you are but a puppet in her hands.

“Brooke!” you squeal “What the hell are you doing?”

“Vicissitude, monsieur Leclair, or should I say mademoiselle?”

Her hands are on your neck and face, on your eyebrows, inside your eye sockets, in your hair, inside your skull, on your shoulders, on your back…

”Get out of the car,” she commands you.

You fall out trying to break free, she is on your back. Hips, ass, thighs – huff, again in your pussy – down your legs, feet…

“Voilà! How should I call you? Yvette? Yvette sounds nice…”

“Salope!” you pant.

But you don’t recognize the voice, much higher pitched… feminine, young…

The sound of your voice makes you horny. But where you would expect a hard dick you feel your new pussy soaking wet. The feeling is alien but you like it.

“Oh Yvette, tu es tellement mignonne que je boufera toute crue...”

(Oh Yvette, you’re so cute that I would eat you alive)

The teacher in you isn’t dead yet and you want to correct her conjugation but she locks her lips with yours preventing you from accomplishing your duty.

Hum... Yeah... Fuck your duties...