Lara giggled hysterically as she dragged me down the halls of our Dorm, ironically named Love Hall after one of the University's founders. I had a feeling that with Lara, a Succubus in its halls, the name would take on a whole different meaning. There didn't seem to be anyone around, likely all still at the last boring orientation. As her laughter echoed through the halls I couldn't help but feel more and more aroused. Her presence was intoxicating and I honestly couldn't seem to help the erection that plagued me since the little misadventure between Stacy and Heather.
"Hurry, in here," Lara called, swinging a door opened and entering a common area that very much resembled a student lounge. She moved over to the couch opposite of the entrance and sitting directly beneath a window. The room was certainly well furnished with a gaming center, pool table, ping pong table, card table, couches, chairs, coffee tables, and bean bags. I felt a tug on my shorts and complied as Lara guided me to the couch. She was already stripped down and was looking at me with the eyes of a hungry wolf. Ripping off my clothes she pushed me down onto the couch and wasted no time in mounting me. Had we not been on the third floor, I would have worried that someone would have spotted us through the window. Lara slipped my cock into her warm pussy, a feeling that felt familiar yet altogether new at the same time. I shuddered, my glans hitting the entrance to her womb and even cumming just a bit before looking up at Lara who had her hands on her hips. "Why yes, baby, I'm that good," she gloated. With that she started, first doing things simply but bouncing up and down on my cock, making sure to pay special attention to my head and the sensation of it parting her lips repeatedly. Then she began to improve, twisting and gyrating her hips and waist like a belly dancer moving in slow motion. She seemed to be twirling an invisible hula hoop while my dick was inside her, feeling every small motion and vibration.
"Oh, damn..." I turned to look at the wall opposite us. Sure, I had thought those words, but they had come from a voice unfamiliar to me. At the other end of the room sat a black boy and girl, both of whom stared at us. The male looked to be about twenty-one with an overal dark complexion. His hair was cut almost to the scalp and he sported a defined, but well trimmed beard. I was estimated he stood at least six feet tall, and his muscular build indicated he was either an athlete or gym rat. The girl on the other hand was average height, perhaps five foot, seven even. She was really thin maybe weighing a buck twenty soaking wet. I had to admit though, she was really cute with a button nose, high and defined cheek bones, and a sharp jawline. She obviously spent a lot of time on her appearance because her eyebrows, makeup, and even hair were all perfectly formed and trimmed. She had full lips and straight black hair that easily fell past her shoulders and likely to her waist. I froze, realizing by the way that they were sitting that they must have been in the room before Lara and I arrived. Lara apparently sensed that I tensed up and decided to compensate for my sudden stage fright.
"Sit up baby," she ordered, virtually lifting me to sit on the couch regularly while she continued to straddle and perform a very nice lap dance. She began to bounce up and down enthusiastically, leaning in close so my face was in her perky boobs and my view of the two voyeurs were obscured. I could hear the girl encouraging her man to leave with her, but he protested, likely enjoying the show that my fair, redheaded succubus was surely giving him.
"Damn baby, why can't you be more like that?" the man asked his girl.
"Like what? A ratchet ass ho?" the other answered indignantly.
"Hey I'm just sayin' a man has needs. And there ain't a man alive who doesn't want his woman pushing him down because she's got the thirst only her man can sate." I couldn't see her, but something told me that what he said did not resonate well with his girl. Regardless, Lara's incessant bouncing and tit smothering brought me to the edge and beyond. Try as I could, stifling my moan was a waste of energy. I came... hard. Lara let out a squeal of delight as I filled her up. Smiling, she kissed me.
"Ready for round two?" she asked louder than necessary. Without waiting for an answer, she continued. No more than a few moments had passed when I noticed the black man undoing his jeans to expose his cock, looking at his girl suggestively.
"Ew, Derrick! Put that away. What are you thinking exposing yourself here?" she scolded, sounding both angry and embarrassed.
"Charity, those two are butt ass naked in here. I doubt anyone's gonna notice us! Come on just give me a sucking. You've been ignoring me the last three days!" he protested.
"You're out of your damn mind, Derrick? There's more to a relationship than sex you know."
"Yeah, I know. But cuddles only get me so much satisfaction. Come on, just do this for me?" he pleaded, looking sincere.
It seemed that Charity was having none of it. "Derrick, you're not some horny teenager anymore. Stop being a pig!"
"You need to stop being a prude," he shot back. "Your name's Charity, not Chastity."
"Hey big boy," Lara interrupted, looking over her shoulder as she swayed against me, "I've got a place you can stick that rod if your girl won't take it." She cast him the most alluring smile, the man taking obvious interest as his dick twitched in response to the invitation.
Hoping to avoid any outbursts, he looked back at Charity longingly, the other simply shaking her head. "Fine," he huffed. "If you won't take care of this, I'll just use someone who will." With that he stood up, allowing his pants and boxers to drop to the floor then strode forward, dick leading the way. I had to admit, he was an impressive size, but the thought of his meat going into my mate gave me a twinge of jealousy. Lara said nothing, but simply winked before bending backwards, and resting her hands on my knees.
She threw her head back and opened her mouth enticingly. "Oh, fuck yeah," Derrick muttered as he pushed his hefty nine inch member into her mouth. I wanted to slug him, that is until I saw the way he stretched Lara's throat, the bulge showing just where his dick began. Fuck it looked hot, especially the unnatural way she seemed to bend backwards and still be able to bounce on my dick. "Shit, your girl's flexible as fuck!" Derrick explained with an impressed grin.
"Derrick, what the fuck?" Charity shouted, jumping up and moving over to him.
"I told you baby, a man has needs," he shrugged, taking the liberty of moving in and out of Lara as she move up and down on me.
"If that's how you feel, fine," Charity hissed, turning towards the door.
Almost alarmed, Lara evacuated Derrick from her mouth and bolted upright. "Don't leave, darling," Lara called. I didn't think it would work, Charity looking pissed as she was, but it did. Charity stopped perhaps a foot from the door to turn and look at Lara curiously, a bit of moisture in her eyes. "You should join us... it's much more fun that way."
Charity did not see convinced. "Sorry, I don't think watching my boyfriend face fuck another girl is fun."
"Perhaps not, but you might learn something," Lara pressed. Charity seemed to respond more to the appeal to knowledge more than the appeal to pleasure. She stood there, looking uncertain, even turning a bit as though silently accepting the invitation. "Excuse me, love," Lara whispered to me as she once again bent over backwards. This time her hands hit the floor in between me and Derrick and she brought her knees up to his shoulders, alighting on them and supporting herself up with her hands on his thighs. From that inverted position she began to suck away at his member while her own nethers were displayed right in his face. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around her waist in a bear hug to prevent her from falling.
"Damn, baby," Derrick exclaimed. "You're really light for such a curvy girl." Lara didn't respond with her mouth full but Derrick took the silence as an invite and began snacking on her wet pussy.
Charity released a heartbroken giggle before regaining a sassy attitude and shaking her head. "Alright, since it's going to be this way," she muttered, tossing her designer purse on the table and taking a seat next to me, "I suppose I'll learn something. Maybe then my next boyfriend will appreciate me more." We sat in awkward silence for a moment, watching Lara suck on Derrick while he simultaneously ate her out. "Do you not care at all about this?" Charity asked, looking at me with eyes narrowed in a gaze filled with pity and suspicion.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "In some weird way it's... kinda hot." Charity did not seem convinced. She seemed like a tough lady, despite not even looking old enough to drink.
"Do you think your girlfriend would find it hot if you fucked someone else?" she asked.
"Oh, I so would," Lara replied, pulling away from Derrick to answer for me.
"Man, you two are messed up," Charity retorted, shaking her head at the two of us. "There's no way Derrick would let me sleep with another man."
"He's not doing anything," Lara nodded to me. "Wanna fuck him?"
"No thanks," she growled, shooting a sideways glance at me, likely to measure my reaction to the suggestion. "Don't get me wrong, you're cute... for a white boy... but I'm not like Derrick. I believe in loyalty, and I doubt that six inch dick would compare much to Derrick's manliness."
"Damn, Charity, what did I ever do to you?" I replied, her insults causing my hardon to deflate.
"Well, if you change your mind, be my guest," Lara concluded, turning back to Derrick's rod.
"The fuck she will!" Derrick protested between licks of Lara's pussy.
"Quiet you. You're already fucking me, she should have a free pass in all fairness," Lara rebuked.
"You're not fucking me yet," the other corrected. "This is just fun."
"Oh, really?" Lara smirked. She wriggled out of the bear hug and executed a sort of sideways cartwheel that brought her right side up. She then pushed the giant onto the table behind him and began straddling his lap like she had mine. Within seconds she was sliding his nine inches inside her snatch. I thought it was weird, considering my inferior member was able to press against her womb a few minutes ago. Then again, she was a succubus, perhaps their pussies adjusted to the size of the man. Derrick obviously wasn't ready for her because he moaned for the duration of the descent. Her pussy lips touched his balls and, like a detonator, triggered his load. He twitched a bit, her simple act of penetration sending him into a spasm riddled climax. "Are we fucking now?" she smirked before beginning again. Derrick tried to protest, his dick likely sensitive from the recent ejaculation but Lara disregarded him. "Something you need to know about me, Derrick: I'm never satisfied with just one round."
Charity stared at Lara and Derrick, likely paying far more attention to the pleasured look plastered on the latter's face. "Fuck it, if that's how it's going to be-" Charity scowled, standing upright and turning to me. "Derrick won't be the only one having fun," she declared shooting a defiant glance at me as she raised her skirt and gripped the waistband of her panties. In a smooth and efficient motion she dropped them to the ground, the emerald underwear left abandoned. I felt my erection coming back as she positioned both her knees alongside my hips. "Just remember one thing white boy," she pointed, "I'm just doing this to get back at Derrick and your bitch."
"O... Okay," was all I could muster, noticing my rod was already fully erect and being brushed by the creased ends of her black skirt.
"Careful," Lara called over her shoulder to Charity. "His dick is really addictive. I would know."
"Bitch please, learn to shut up," she scowled, rolling her eyes and turning back to me. "Let's see what you got whitey," she challenged as she gingerly gripped the base of my dick and held it so it would slide in easily. My manhood disappeared beneath her black skirt but it wasn't much time before I felt the warm and very moist entrance to her own organs. She hesitated for a moment, almost as though reconsidering, then continued. I could feel the head touching her lips and labia, then spreading them apart. "Pfft, Derrick's is bigger," she muttered, trying to insult me. Then, she drove me in, descending upon my rod. She felt marvelous as her warm moistness engulfed my penis. I could tell she enjoyed it to as she let out a prolonged moan that brought her eyes rolling back into their sockets. She bottomed out and then began shaking, legs and innards. I could only assume she climaxed. "Oh ffffffuuuuuuck..." she hissed, falling forward onto my chest, her lips inches from mine. She opened her eyes and looked into mine with intoxication. "What was that?" she whispered, barely audible.
"My dick..." I whispered back, trying in vain to sound confident while instead sounding like I was asking a question.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Jethro," I replied.
She chuckled, likely finding my name amusing and lame at the same time. Most people had that reaction. "Well Jethro," she whispered into my ear, "Fuck me with your white meat." She backed away, looking at me bashfully. I decided if I was going to show this woman a good time, I had to take initiative. I don't know what made me so bold in that moment, maybe it was the way Charity looked at me with lusty, hopeful eyes, or perhaps Lara was already starting to rub off on me. All I know is that in that moment I was an alpha. In one rapid and sudden movement I picked her up and slammed her on the couch. With her on her back I spread her legs and rammed myself into her, the girl seeming to have another climax as I entered. Then I began thrusting. Little did I know that Lara was already thinking up some magic curveballs to throw at these two.
I guess there was something you should know about Lara, something I should have known then as well. Lara thrives on sex, lives for sex, and without sex will literally die. It's the nature of her species. She and her kind are like the gods of love in ancient mythology. So what happens when someone starts withholding sex, or when someone else is unfaithful? Well, Lara finds the whole thing insulting. Needless to say she wasn't at all happy with Derrick for ditching Charity as he did, but Charity... Charity made the mistake of refusing her man his desires. They were both very wrong and deserving of punishment. Then again, Charity did just indicate that they were over, so perhaps it would just be best to let them carry on with their lives, albeit with a little magical enhancement... What to do...