Nancy

Images of her hair pulled taunt above her stuffed ass still lingered in his mind. He’d gone from watching porn in his room to that in a matter of days. “Enough fighting you two,” Betsy interjected. “Yes, I chose Stefanie because she was an easy target. But Sam, you should be proud of your brother-in-apprenticeship, that was a remarkable first performance.” She led the way to her purple VW Beetle. “Impressive as hell. Your aura is more potent than I thought.” He felt renewed and energized in the wake of his adventure in sodomy, and more than a little proud at Betsy’s words. Somehow he felt more powerful. He realized it was the aural energy he’d absorbed. When they reached the car he remembered that the passenger's seat was full of glass containers and bones wrapped up in newspapers. He climbed into the back seat with Sam again while Betsy pushed the ignition button. “Check your spellbook Brian,” she said as she adjusted the dashboard mirror. He pulled the book out of the bag he’d left in the car and flipped it open to page one. It was no longer blank. “Deviance Assessment” was printed at the top in spidery Blowjobs font. Three boxes were underneath, labeled, ”Preternatural Magnitude,” “Entities Offered, and “Aural Capacity.” They each held a number: “0,” “1,” and “340” respectively. The car pulled out of the parking garage and took to the evening city streets. Betsy spoke from the front. “I used some of your cum to bind it to you, it’ll magically update while you mature as a Warlock.” “What does this stuff mean?” “PM forest is essentially shorthand for how powerful and experienced you are. 0 is a nooby, 10 is a grandmaster. There's only one 10 that I know of, my friend Phoebe.” “What are you guys?” “I’m an 8, Sam is almost a 3.” Sam briefly glanced up from her phone at her name, then got back to it with a bit of a scowl. Her green hair dangled above the glowing screen as she scanned it. How long do you need?” She asked provocatively. The Kamikaze arena was larger than football field with bikers everywhere. I moved over to the sofa with Havana and looked into her eyes,"It's uncle's turn. She used her hands to pull her pussy open to receive my dick. I've never seen so many stars. It moved to a different plane...the erotic plane. “Though I understand why you'd be worried with two pretty flowers blossoming in your house.” His grin grew. I groaned, my balls twitching in her massaging grip as she sucked harder and harder. Her face turns red, blushing. Not with her. “Someone's thirsty for pussy,” muttered Krysten in the back. "Good boy." he growled as he again began landing blow after blow to the most perfect ass he had ever seen. The tone of Joseph was hopefull. “No kidding.” “No, I’m here to see Paula,” I forest told her. I am trying not to moan... Blowjobs it sounds loud in the empty office. Are they ready to emerge?" I’m hopeful, but you should think about what you may be able to do here.” I tell them.