“I have something for you, Estefan,” she said sweetly, though none of the saccharine came anywhere near the icy chill of her orbs. “Something I’ve been waiting to give you for a very long time…” She fell silent as if someone had slowly turned down the volume of her voice – a gradual reduction of sound, so profound, I could barely hear the roaring of the horde about us.
I felt righteous indignation rise within my chest. I slowly grasped the wrist of the hand that held me, and squeezed. “Let me go.” My voice was level, the real me was being driven deep within. The boy that had watched his mother being beaten by his father frothed to the surface. He was a different sort of person. He was unfeeling, direct… decisive…
I squeezed harder and Julie squealed, letting go of me. She tried frantically to rend her wrist from my grip. “You’re hurting me, Estefan! You fucker! You are hurting me,” she accused.
I let go, and immediately turned to see if I could find Lisa.
I saw nothing of her.
She was gone.
At my side, Julie began to cry. “I just wanted to make love to you, you savage!” she screamed of a sudden, through the emotion of her weeping. It was wracking and made her heave continuously for a while. Then, “Why was I never good enough for you?”
I fought my outrage. I stepped away from her and half-walked, half-ran down the concourse of the tunnel. Fuck you, Julie! You were the one that left me for the blonde hair and blue eyes of Brad Covington, I raged, but otherwise stayed quiet. My mind was focused on more important things…
…Like finding Lisa before the NIA…
Why was that thought so disconcerting? I couldn’t quite place it within the scheme of things. I couldn’t make the square peg fit into the round hole. What the fuck was going on?
Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! It didn’t matter, I had to find Lisa.
I left Julie weeping in my wake and shoved and pushed my way further down the tunnel, which was beginning to look more like a throughway leading to yet another part of the station – whatever sort it may have been. I could see, at its’ terminus, there was some sort of chamber beyond. It was filled with more light and seemed a wide expanse of space. I bowled my way through the crowd. My indignation rising, my frustration making my neck feel hot and sweaty.
Fuck! I had to find Lisa before… everything went bad…
Was that the correct way to term it? Was I describing it in the right manner? Was I? Why did it feel wrong to me?
I stepped into her so hard, I nearly knocked her on her ass, which would’ve hurt like a bitch because the ground was solid concrete.
“Ooof!” she blurted as the air was painfully expelled from her lungs.
I tired frantically to hold her by the elbows, so I could keep her from hitting the ground and breaking something vital. “Shit, I am so sorry,” I squawked like a goose, trying to get a descent hold of her before she spilt to the hard ground. I felt my nails bite through the flesh of the back of her arms. In that moment, I found purchase and arrested her fall, though I cringed at the cost. This isn’t going to be good, I thought as I brought her to her feet with every attempt to be as gentle as possible. I felt horrible. I had just bum-rushed a girl! Shit! I felt so stupid it seemed like I shrank before her as she slowly gained her bearings. She absently clutched at her triceps where I had gouged both of her arms, and stood more steadily upon her feet.
She was about five foot five, the top of her head at the level of my eyes with dark, long and straight hair, so long, it appeared to touch the top of her butt. It was her eyes that enthralled me, even then, during such a confusing, if not raucous moment in time. They were the purest lime-green orbs I had ever seen…
No, this wasn’t true. I had seen eyes like that before.
Reyna had eyes like that. Reyna had eyes that could stop a man within the span of a heartbeat. Reyna had…
I felt like a reed before a hurricane. I was gazing upon Reyna Munoz (no relation to Jolene, but a Munoz nonetheless). This was the girl I had been messing around with a year ago when Katie had come for the summer and had nearly put her moist mouth around the tip of my cock. Reyna Munoz – she’d been my secret booty-call, my deviant little something-something on the side, who liked to be fucked up the ass, while I worked her clit. The very same Reyna, who would’ve denied I existed when the sun came up. In the light, she would have to face the truth of what she really had become, what she liked for me to do to her. She was here in the station wearing butt-hugging jogging shorts and a bustier made of the same material used in the making of wetsuits, complete with an over-sized zipper bisecting her luscious c-cup-sized tits. I was surprised to see she wore nothing else. She was barefoot! And, of course, my dick throbbed with anticipation.
{I’ve told you all many a time; I am a sucker for feet, so deal with it.}
“W-what - ?” was all I managed before she finished my thought.
“What’re you doing here, Eff?” Her brow was knitted as though I had been the one intruding, or had unveiled another of her aberrant habits.
Hey, bitch, I’m not the one walking around a train station barefoot, I thought, but said something different, just not as snide. “I could say the same thing to you,” was my counter.
The furls on her forehead unwrinkled as she considered what I had said, the brows of her eyes rising. “I was looking for someone,” she said smugly, and with what I guess was an attempt at being secretive, but I didn’t bite.
Her words had washed my mind of any interest in her the moment they had left her lips. That’s right, dammit! I’m supposed to be looking for Lisa. Fuck! A step passed her, craning my neck to see if I could catch sight of the happy-go-lucky tween, but I couldn’t see shit through the legions of commuters about me. There were plenty of women and girls with curly, light-brown hair. None, though, had a head shaped like Lisa or possessed her awkward gait. With those two traits visible, I could track her anywhere.
They were missing. Lisa was gone! Shit! Maybe if I ran, I could catch up to her…
I felt small, delicate fingers encircle my bicep and tug slightly. I turned to look into Reyna’s bottomless, almost-emerald eyes and forgot what I had been thinking about a second ago.
“Maybe I was looking for you…,” she murmured like a brook over pebbles, tilting her head to the side – her hallmark alluring gesture.
Oh god, I don’t have time for this, I seethed internally. “Reyna, you haven’t been looking for me for a long, long time now.”
“I know, so maybe it was time I started again, don’t you think…? It’s been such a long time.” She clutched my wrist with her other hand, applying pressure, so I might take a step closer, if I were so inclined.
I wasn’t.
“What about your perfect boyfriend? Where’s he?” I demanded a little more forcefully than I had intended. That bastard had been a pain in my ass for years. He was continually the reason why Reyna would never date me openly. He was the cause behind my misery when I had wanted her to be my girl exclusively. Always, she had said no. He was her boyfriend. He was the one her mother and father approved of, and that was final.
Yet, time and gain, she had scurried from her bedroom at night, using the same tree so many other girls had used, to climb into my bedroom on the second floor, and later the Loft. Every time, she would attack me in my sleep, rip down my pajama bottoms and gag on my cock before I knew what the fuck was happening. Every time, she would fuck me until I was sore, allowing me to do the dirtiest things we could think of until the sun began to lighten the eastern sky. It was the most debauched sex I would ever have, downright gross in some instances. Like a switch, she would change the instant she began putting on her nightclothes. She would mutter I wasn’t allowed to call her or go over her parents’ house, giving this excuse or that – always stating it was for the better. Her rationale being, since she gave me ALL of her body at night, it should be enough.
It wasn’t, though. Being the big-hearted boy I had been back then (and not the cold and cal
culating asshole I’d become), I wanted her to like me, and not just use me like a living sex toy. I felt I deserved more. She didn’t.
“We broke up,” was all she offered.
“Your parents must’ve been devastated.”
She glared at me.
I let her stare for a bit longer. “I gotta go, Reyna,” I let her know indifferently. I extricated myself from her.
I turned to peer back down the concourse and nearly yelped like a girl when I stepped into a roiling redness with a life onto itself and a pair of tits. “Whoa!” I blurted, bringing up my hands to steady myself.
“Estefan, don’t leave! I want to make it up to you!”
I was shocked at the sound of Julie’s voice. “What the fuck!?!” I exclaimed in outrage. Why were these bitches clamoring all over me now? They hadn’t given a rat’s ass about me before, why now?
Estefan, it doesn’t matter, I told myself as stern as I could manage with a voice from within. Lisa is more important. Go and find her before it is too late.
Crap, Lisa! I have find Lisa before the NIA catches on that she’d escaped them.
Again, I felt like I was missing something. What was it I couldn’t quite place…?
Forget it, you dumb ass, go and find Lisa!
I grabbed Julie by the hips, which made her squeal annoyingly, thinking I was accepting her invitation. I deftly picked her up by the waist and set her aside. “I have to go,” I explained, striding from her board-like form, stiff with shock.
“Wait, Effy!” said Reyna fervently, rushing around me from the other side, her fingers intertwined with one of the belt loops at my waist, pressing me to a stop.
“Reyna, get out of my way,” I told her flatly, my tone devoid of inflection.
She gazed up at me, using her most potent weapon – her irises. She blinked, letting them fill. “It’s been a long time…”
Then, mere inches from my ear, “Yes, Estefan, it’s been a long time for me too,” Julie purred.
I edged my head toward her, my chin jutting out on the verge of a cringe.
“Come on, Effy, let us give that ‘special’ little gift you love so much,” urged Reyna, her hands now tracing over my chest, stopping at one of the buttons of my shirt.
“Come on,” whispered Julie, beginning to nibble at the very bottom of my earlobe – yet another of my weaknesses. The fucking bitch knew this too!
I shuddered involuntarily, my eyes hooding. I could feel my ardor rise, the blood flow toward my crotch, the inevitable erection seconds away. Reyna began to unbutton my shirt. One, two, three and then used both hands to open the garment exposing my pectorals to the thousands of people about us, though not one of them paid us any heed. My breath caught when she took one of my nipples into her mouth, sucked for a moment, then bit down hard just the way I liked. I could see she was smiling as she held my sensitive flesh between her teeth. She knew this drove my wild.
At my side, Julie released my ear and dropped to my neck, tall enough to reach over my shoulder and nibble at it from behind. I could feel her hands wrapping about me waist as she found the button at the top of my jeans and unfastened it with an experts’ touch. I guessed I wasn’t wearing a belt, but the thought vanished when she pushed herself along the back of my body, mashing her tits against the bottom of my shoulder blades, her pelvic bone nudging between my ass cheeks.
I had to do it, I leaned into her, letting her support some of my weight. Her fingertips found the zipper of my jeans and began to pull it downward. It felt Reyna’s nails scratch down both sides of my body as she dropped to her knees.
“I’m supposed to be looking for someone,” I moaned, struggling against the lust boiling up, fighting to remember what I was meant to be doing.
“You found us,” breathed Julie against the nape of my neck as she worked my jeans and underwear over my hips, the cold air of the station goose-pimpling my skin.
I shivered in spite of myself. “But, we’re in public,” I said, trying to find anything that would slow them.
It didn’t work. They ignored me.
I felt Reyna’s hand cup my manhood, the other surrounding the shaft of my penis, applying pressure so the head of it poked out, bulbous, engorged with blood. Julie shifted to my side; her hands momentarily free of me as she reached up to the back of her neck and unfastened the clasp of her dress there. In one fluid motion, the garment fell to the floor like red-hot magma, puddling around her feet. She stepped free of it completely naked, her skin supple and taut with youth. Julies had aged into a beautiful young woman.
I reached for her and she strode willingly into my grasp, kissing me hard upon the lips just as Reyna took me in her mouth. She reached around, cupping both hams of my ass and pushed me as far as she could manage. She was not as well versed as Ramona or Katie, but the back of her throat felt wondrous nonetheless…
Wait… who was Ramona? Who was Katie…? Weren’t they important?
Something was nagging at the back of my mind, something crucial, but between Julie’s kiss and Reyna’s more intimate oral caress, it escaped me every time I tried to focus. Quite frankly, I couldn’t.
Julie kissed me for a while longer before she began to trail her lips down the side of my neck. I opened my eyes and looked down. I watched as Reyna began to rhythmically work my cock between her mouth and the slippery palm of her hand. I had to, I couldn’t stop myself. I pumped my hips into her thrusts, keeping pace with her manipulations of my manhood, feeling my balls tighten in ecstasy. I arched my neck and let my gaze search the dirty ceiling of the train station before closing my eyes, absently wondering why no one was stopping us. I was getting a heckofa blow-job right there in the middle of hundreds and hundreds of people. Shouldn’t someone have raised a stink over it?
I peered about. Apparently not, for they weaved and angled around us, not some much as glancing in our direction, intent on whatever meeting or deadline they had to make. I saw her, in that moment, as my eyes shot back and forth to see if anyone disapproved of the sexual favors I was receiving. She stood facing me, no longer running away. She wore a torn and tattered school uniform – light blue polo and pleated navy skirt with white nylons and only one shoe. I realized with greater scrutiny that she didn’t look as she should’ve. Her hair wasn’t just mussed, but large chunks of it were missing as if it had been forcibly ripped from her head. Her flesh was gouged with huge rents – big, bloody, mushy cuts - beneath her mangled clothes. Her elbows and knees weren’t merely scuffed, the thin layer of tissue that should’ve been there was missing, sickly white patches of bone shone forth. She looked as though she had been in a car accident. She was a mess.
Despite the fact the girls hadn’t stopped. Julie continued to kiss me all over and Reyna was doing such good work on my cock, I could feel I was near orgasm, but I couldn’t take my vision from Lisa. I was going to cum, hard, and yet I couldn’t tear my orbs away from my ex-girlfriend’s sister.
She pointed at me with a grotesquely broken finger, her mouth working, though her jaw seemed to be shattered. “Hnooo, Iffy!” she admonished. “Thoo an’t ooo dat! Thop it wight nahow!”
And then, she stomped her shoeless foot… only it wasn’t just shoeless…
…It was without a foot as well.
“Holy fuck!!!” I screamed aloud and woke.
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~ Chapter 57 ~
(Summer – 2018)
Origins of the Aegis Synod
I felt my testicles tighten. I came the very instant I opened my eyes, though I couldn’t see what was happening, because Katie’s face was obstructing my view. She was holding my face with both hands, French kissing me so deeply, I swear I could feel her tongue jacking off my tonsils. But, there was more. Someone’s mouth was fully engulfing my throbbing cock. I couldn’t tell who it was, further down. I couldn’t say who had their hand firmly around my member. I could only feel. It was a mouth, clamped over the entire length of it, flexing and gulping. I continued to shoot
my load. It was accepted, all of it. None fell to the sheets of my bed, not a single drop.
I shook with pleasure, and then went limp as if I’d been working out for hours.
Katie pulled away, blinking rapidly, even in the semi-darkness; I could see she looked bemused. She sat up straight, revealing my girlfriend. Her upper body was straddled across the lower half of my body, her eyes burning through the night air. She looked livid.
I glanced around. I was shocked to see both Leda and Sandy kneeling on the edge of the bed. Each of them was wide-eyed, their hands shoved hard against their sexes, as if they were trying to protect them against some sort of invader. They were sweating, breathing hoarsely. Sandy was nude above the waist, her areoles were flushed, her nipples bright pink even in the night. The moment our eyes met, she covered herself, fiercely, staring back at me looking sick to her stomach.
I saw Tirza next, huddled atop Katie’s bed, against the headboard, her legs underneath her. She was grasping at her vagina much like the other girls, only she’d somehow managed to stay on the other side of the Loft. Leda and Sandy were, apparently, not as strong as she.
“What the fuck was that, Estefan?” asked Ramona, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“What was what?” I asked, flabbergasted. I had no fucking idea what had just happened.
Katie pushed the side of my head with the butt of her hand, hard enough to make my neck crack. “You were using your Power on us, god dammit!” Oh shit, she was mad!
“I was?” I asked through a voice that crumbled.
“Y-yes you were,” answered Sandy, her voice even more shaky than mine.
I felt my heart sink to my stomach. Never, in a million years, had I ever wanted to hurt Sandy. She was always so kind and sweet, and cute. Why would I want to hurt her? Now, it looked as though I’d done just that. I could tell by her expression, she felt violated. In fact, they all did.
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