Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Magic, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, DomSub, MaleDom, Spanking, Group Sex, Harem, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Petting, Tit-Fucking, Size, Big Breasts, School, .
Desc: Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - 3rd place Winner of The 2013 Golden Clitorides Awards for Best Erotic Fantasy Story -- When the girls start falling ill to the draining effects of his powers, Seth sets out to find more Fonti. However, between attending classes, lacking the understanding of the fundamentals of his own heritage, and stumbling onto issues greater than his immediate problems, can Seth find the strength to cope or will he cut and run?
A long line of women spanned before me, fading off into the darkness. I couldn't see any of their faces, as if the light was directed at their bodies and left their identities hidden in shadow. Their bodies varied from tall to short, plump to slender, dark to light, and everything in between. No two were the same in appearance, but all of them were laid back in the same position - with their legs pulled up and spread wide, offering themselves to me. I moved down the line, stopping to shove myself into each one for a few strokes before moving on to the next. It felt good, but I didn't know if it was supposed to be a wet dream or a nightmare.
I woke up and it felt like I was still having sex. I was covered by a sheet, but it didn't lay flat on me. Someone was under there, and as the fog of sleep and the images of my dreams subsided, I suspected who was hidden from sight. The sensations were unmistakable, and by lifting the sheet I confirmed that Danielle had her rose colored lips wrapped around me.
She pulled me out of her mouth and smiled. "'Morning sleepy head."
I wasn't sure how to respond, her smile brought one out of me too, but the memory of my dream lingered and I didn't like the implications.
For the last few weeks I had been struggling with the idea that three women, Danielle being one of them, enjoyed not only my company, but my body in their beds. Every night since the end of my Initiation, I was with either Jordan, a vivacious brunette with not only an incredible lust but a body to match, Danielle, the redhead happily slurping on the crown of my penis currently, and Jana, a lesbian who recently discovered how much she enjoyed the company of a male body too. There was a twisted part about the situation too – I didn't actively do anything to either encourage or discourage their actions. I didn't fight them, because their attention was all too welcome, but I also didn't demand anything either pretty much for the same reason. The part that bothered me was that there were three of them, they knew about each other and me, and no one had shown the slightest sign of jealousy. I knew it wasn't normal, but then again, neither was I.
Danielle took me further into her mouth and then made a noisy show of letting me slip out again. I moaned, but then chuckled when she looked at me. She was such a cheery morning person it almost made me sick, but I couldn't grouse about her either. "Are you guys out of coffee again?" I asked.
She shook her head, licked the tip of my penis, and said, "No, I prefer protein to caffeine." Then she slurped me back into her mouth and put more effort into getting me off.
After the end of my Initiation, Danielle moved in with Jordan. The apartment only had one bedroom, but they didn't seem to have any problems sharing. I wasn't privy to whether they slept together in Jordan's queen sized bed, but every chance they got they teased me with hints of that possibility and more. However, on nights I spent with either of them, the other usually went over and stayed at Jana's apartment. I tried to argue that I didn't need to stay the night and thus put someone out of their own bed, but they simply looked at one another, smiled, and shook off my arguments.
I smiled at Danielle and tried to relax. She always got what she wanted from me and any disagreement from me was ignored. I had also learned that Jana was apparently teaching the redhead about her crazy tongue technique, something that would drive me to the very brink or orgasm in seconds. Danielle didn't have the stamina to keep it up for long, but when she used it, like now, I couldn't stop myself from writhing all over the bed.
Determined to not let me wiggle away, Danielle climbed up on me. She kept her lips locked around about the mid-point of the length of my shaft and settled her thighs on either side of my head.
I automatically wrapped my arms around her hips and did my best to give what I got. With three women to learn from and practice on, I had quickly learned what it took to tease, to finish, and to drive them all absolutely nuts. Considering what Danielle was attempting to do to me, I went straight for absolutely nuts.
Having something to concentrate on offered me two advantages. I was less focused on what Danielle did to me, and she lost much of her focus bringing me off. The result? I had to hold her down while she squirmed above me.
Danielle continued nursing on me until she recovered, but after coming down from her orgasm, she redoubled her efforts to get what she wanted from me. I lapped at her leisurely and fought to hold off as long as possible, but she inevitably earned her reward and my struggles shifted to refraining from choking her by shoving myself as deep as possible in her throat.
Although I had only been awake for a little bit, my body had also exerted more than expected, and I simply let my arms and legs flop down on the bed. Danielle cleaned me up with her tongue and then spun around to kiss me. It was a ritual I was used to, never shied away from, and didn't see myself changing for anything in the world.
Once I could move, I rolled both of us over toward the bathroom. Her morning ritual notwithstanding, I had to relieve my bladder. When I finished in the bathroom, the redhead slipped in past me to do the same.
I found my pants, put them on, and went to the kitchen. Jordan had recently stocked up on food and I helped myself to some orange juice and toast. She didn't keep a clock in her house, so I found the remote and turned on her television to the morning news to find out the time.
The reporter was talking about another missing woman, the sixteenth in as many weeks. I remembered seeing the report about Francine's disappearance, and though I didn't dwell on it, I didn't like the fact that I had seen her only the night before she had been reported missing.
Danielle came out wearing my favorite oversized t-shirt of hers, the one with Winnie the Pooh. She kissed me on the cheek and got herself some milk. She sat next to me, took a sip and said, "One of these days, I'm gonna get you to make me a real protein shake."
I almost spewed my OJ across the table. I glanced at the glass of milk she was holding and gave her wide eyes.
She smiled and took another sip.
I shook my head and the reporter on the TV said the time. I only had twenty minutes before my first class. "I've gotta go."
Danielle sat there and watched me jump up, get dressed, and grab my school stuff. Only when I was ready, and she was finished with her milk, did she slip on her shoes, grab the keys to Jordan's car, and lead the way out. It drove me nuts that she didn't get ready to go while I did. She told me before that she liked watching me, even if I was getting dressed or simply cleaning. Part of me had to admit that I liked watching her too.
Danielle had classes to attend too, but they didn't start for another hour. Jordan was at work. Jana had offered both of them jobs, Danielle accepted and worked afternoons and weekends. Jordan, however, found a job in sales somewhere and wouldn't answer my questions about it. If she told Danielle and Jana - which was possible - I didn't know.
I didn't have any real bills to speak of. My dorm was paid through the semester, and I had a food account through the University Center. I didn't have a car, but I hadn't had need for one either. The only places I went were to school, my dorm on campus, and either Jordan's or Jana's apartment, depending on which of the three of them had laid claim to me for the night. Usually it was Jordan or Danielle, because Jana worked longer hours at her restaurant, the Verve.
Danielle stopped at the closest street corner to Woolf Hall. I gave her a quick kiss, though I wanted to make it longer. She pouted when I broke it, mirroring my sentiment, but she let me go. I had to run to get to class on time.
After my Initiation ended, Danielle had warned me that attending random classes before declaring my major would be both a waste of time and money. We talked about it, and agreed that my test scores made me a good candidate for the University's School of Architecture. There were better programs all across the country, but I had been desperate to get away from home and simply took the first school I had received an acceptance letter from. I thought I was lucky that the school offered any kind of degree I might have some success in. Not that I wasn't capable, but up until I had arrived, I hadn't really worried about what my future would hold for me.
The one class I didn't understand was my first one of the day, Political Science. I could memorize and regurgitate the information in the text, but I had never been interested in government or politics. If anything, politics had been one of my biggest problems at home, though not as a class I had taken. Yet, the only reason I could fathom for the class toward my degree in Architecture was understanding city structures and what parts of the government I would have to deal with for purposes of zoning and other such restrictions in the design of the building. However, since the class wasn't focused on any one aspect of government, but the overall interactions and functions, all I could do was attend and do my best.
I sat in the back of the class right as Professor Woods started. I didn't like having to be in the class, but she made it worth it in ways I hadn't expected. Although there were three women who were more than happy to have sex with me, I found myself scouting out others. I had taken to thinking of it as window shopping. I wasn't going to do anything, only enjoy what was there to see. Professor Woods was easy on the eyes. She was tall, slender, and leggy. She wore glasses and had long wavy blonde hair she kept piled on top of her head when she lectured. Today she was wearing a white blouse and brown suede skirt. As tall as she was, she didn't need heels, but she wore them all the time. Her appearance wasn't the only thing that held my attention though. She put a lot of energy into her lectures, making sure we, her students, paid attention or participated.
A minute after I arrived, someone else came in and sat a couple of seats over from me. The auditorium was far from full, but interrupting Woods's lecture would be rude. Knowing I wasn't alone in that regard, I glanced over at the other latecomer.
A very cute brunette was pulling out a notebook, pen, and what looked like a voice recorder. She caught me looking and asked, "Did I miss anything?"
I shook my head, "Just her hopes that our weekend was fun."
Of course, her question and my answer probably caused us to miss some detail that would be important on a test later. I glanced at her recorder, thinking she could share that tidbit if needed. After all, she had been the disturbance. I spent the rest of class wondering what that detail had been. Even with Jordan, Danielle, and Jana vying for my attention each night, I found time to read the text. I was sure I could fill in almost any gap when it came time for a test, but it bugged me that I had missed it.
At the end of class, the girl appeared to be in a hurry to leave, probably so she wouldn't be late for her next class. We danced side to side, trying to get past each other and wound up colliding anyway.
She fell back and landed on her butt. Her shapely legs splayed and her arms caught behind her so she didn't accidentally hit her head on any of the surrounding desks.
The other students filed out around us and I couldn't help but stare at her for a second while she gathered herself.
I held out my hand to her. "Sorry about that."
She looked up at me dubiously, realized how she was sitting in her skirt, and squeaked under her breath while slapping her knees together. She blushed furiously and looked everywhere but at me.
"If you don't get up soon, you'll probably be late for your next class," I said and moved my hand a fraction of an inch closer.
She looked up again and finally took my hand.
I helped her up, not realizing how light she really was, and almost pulled her too hard.
She caught her balance, with wide eyes and beet red cheeks. For a second her hand lingered in mine and she seemed very distracted. I didn't know what to do to help calm her down. I said the first thing that sprang to mind. "I'm Seth." Yeah, that was going to help, sure.
She smiled a nervous smile. "Hi," she said quietly.
I waited to find out if she was going to tell me her name and realized she was staring. I offered a small smile. "Well, looks like we'll both be late for our next classes."
That snapped her out of her reverie. She blinked and frowned. Her eyes widened and she said, "Dammit."
Without another word, she sped past me and out the door. Other students were filling in for the next class and she fought her way through them and out of sight.
I shrugged and mumbled, "Nice to meet you too."
My next class wasn't too far away, over in Preston Hall, but it was on the second floor. I finally got through the incoming crowd and knew I had to hurry to be on time.
I got to the building and up the stairs. At the door, I was too fixated on being on time to notice another person reaching for the handle too.
My hand enveloped hers on the door handle and I looked up into the eyes of one of the girls from my English class. Although we were at college, away from the politics and drama of our respective high schools, she was probably the most popular girl in our class. There were lots of girls, more than a three-to-one ratio in our class, but all of the guys gravitated toward this one. Normally, I sat towards the middle of the class and she sat near the front, but no one could miss the reason for all of the male attention she received.
We both pulled back from the door handle at the same time. I grabbed it again and pulled the door open. Fighting to keep my eyes above her shoulder level, I nodded toward the open doorway. She smiled and tucked a long, straight, dark brown lock behind her ear before walking through. We weren't late, but each of us made it to our normal seats as Professor Swafford took roll.
Near the end of class, Swafford asked a question that no one else dared to try to answer. I had already developed a habit of only raising my hand when no one else did so the class could move forward without too much delay. In the last two weeks, this was only the second time I had to do it.
I answered his question and noticed the brunette looking at me. Everyone else around her had their heads turned in my direction too, but they were really stealing glances at her. She smiled again and turned to the front.
After class, she walked right up to me and asked, "How did you know that?"
I looked up from putting my stuff in my backpack. I couldn't help noticing, and for a heartbeat appreciating, her endowments. Short of Jordan, she had the biggest breasts I had ever seen. However, to both answer her question and to show her the respect she deserved, I looked directly in her eyes. "I got it wrong in high school." It was a lie. I had known the answer then too, but in my effort not to stand out anymore than I had to, I missed it on purpose. No one else in that class had gotten it right either. "You learn more from your mistakes than from lucky correct guesses."
She nodded slowly, thinking, and took a breath to say something else, but one of our classmates, Neil, stopped next to her.
He wasn't as tall as I was. Actually, he was closer to her height. He had dirty blond hair and dressed in a Polo style shirt and denim shorts. I saw a glint in his eyes that bespoke his true intent regardless of what he was about to say. I knew he was one of her bigger fans. "Hey, I'm heading to the UC for lunch. Care to join me?"
He was smooth, I had to give him that, but I was certain he would suggest stopping by his place or going somewhere else en route so they could be alone. I didn't think he meant any harm; he simply wanted to get to know her better, in a physical sense. I couldn't argue with the idea, but I wasn't going to act on it.
The brunette smiled and shook her head. "I've got another class in a few minutes, but thank you." I thought she was really very polite about her decline.
He nodded and looked appropriately disappointed. "Okay, maybe tomorrow." It wasn't a question for her, more like something he was saying to himself. Then he walked away.
I watched him for a second. Sure enough, he leeringly glanced at her back. What I didn't understand was his furious glance at me. I hadn't been the one to send him away. For that matter, I barely knew her or him. Everything I knew, I had observed during class.
The brunette stood there waiting for me. I didn't know why at first, but when I stood up to leave, she asked, "Do you mind if I walk with you?"
I was mildly surprised. "What about your next class?"
She glanced toward the exit. "I don't have another one for an hour. I didn't want to go to lunch with him. He gives me the creeps."
I nodded. "Sure, no problem." Being around Jordan, Danielle, and Jana had eased a lot of my anxiety around pretty women. If she had asked to walk with me before the semester started, I probably would have burned cherry red in the face and run. However, this was a simple situation with no expectations and therefore no reason for me to feel anxious. I was simply going to my next class and she happened to be going the same way.
She looked a little nervous, so I held out my hand. "My name's Seth."
She nodded and shifted her bag to her other hand. She shook mine with a double squeeze. "Leanne."
We walked out of the building together in silence. "Where are you heading?" I asked once we were outside.
"My dorm, Brozos House," she said. "You?"
I thumbed back over my shoulder. "Psychology," I said and looked around the plaza. I didn't see Neil anywhere so I stopped. "Coast looks clear, and my class is in the opposite direction from your dorm."
"How do you know that?" she asked.
I tapped my temple with my finger. "Memorized the campus layout."
She smiled and shook her head. "I'll see you Wednesday then?"
I nodded. "Same English time, same English channel."
She grinned. "What?"
I shrugged. "An adaptation from an old TV show my friends told me about." It was Danielle who mentioned it. I would have said girlfriend, but our relationship was more than that, and less. Besides, there was also Jordan and Jana to consider. If I claimed one then I'd have to claim the others. They were all my friends, so that was an easy way to refer to any of them.
"Okay," Leanne said nodding. "See ya."
I waved and watched her turn and leave. After a few seconds, I turned the other way and headed off to my last class of the day.
For the first time, I was actually late for class. Professor Dumont looked up when I walked in and before I could take a seat at the back, she pointed at me. "I see we have a volunteer."
Great. What was this about?
Everyone turned and looked at me. I had felt slightly nervous in English, when I answered Professor Swafford's question and got looks from the class, but this was very different. I stood there, frozen.
Professor Dumont waved me down. "Come down here, Mr. Connors."
I looked around and shifted between feet without moving. From the look on her face, I knew she wasn't going to let me out of this.
She waved me down again. "Come down here, Mr. Connors. I was asking for a volunteer when you walked in."
I made my way down the auditorium to the front of the class. I could feel everyone's eyes on me and didn't like it in the least. The teacher's assistant, Katrina, sat to the side of the stage watching me too. I felt like some kind of test subject about to be condemned to some horrific experiment. Considering the Professor wanted a volunteer, that feeling was probably right.
In an attempt to keep my nervous energy focused on ... well ... anything, I looked the Professor over. She was attractive, and looked younger than Professor Woods. She had curly blonde hair with highlights, penetrating brown eyes, and a square jaw that added to her attractiveness rather than remove from it. She wore a navy blue skirt suit that did more to accentuate her figure than hide it.
Personally, I didn't care how she dressed or dolled up her hair, but I didn't know what to think of her. She was a long list of contradictions. I didn't have time to go over the list though. She had moved on with her lecture while I had been preoccupied with her appearance.
"As anyone can see, Mr. Connors has chosen to distance himself from as much attention as possible when isolated – a sign of his introverted nature. He'll interact with others when required, but no more than necessary," she said.
I listened intently, especially considering she was using me as a guinea pig rather than letting me sit so I could take notes.
She continued on, talking about the fundamental aspects in every personality. She acknowledged that though we all had those same key structures, our life experiences and knowledge of the world sent even those with identical basics in different directions of life.
I glanced over at Katrina during a lull in the professor's lecture, hoping she might give me the okay to sit, even if in the front row of the class. The brunette was watching me in return and lightly coughed when I looked her way.
Professor Dumont stopped talking instantly, but instead of looking at Katrina to find out what the signal was for, she looked at me. The rest of the class was quiet. They had even stopped writing to watch.
"Is there something you wanted Mr. Connors?" Dumont asked.
I glanced at the rest of the class and then at the Katrina.
Dumont looked around at them too. "They can't speak for you, Mr. Connors. You have to speak for yourself."
I frowned at her and sighed, but before I could draw another breath to speak, Dumont turned to the class. "Confronted, he won't even speak up for himself." And she returned to her lecture as if nothing had interrupted her in the first place.
Frustrated, I turned toward the rest of the class to have a seat, but before I made two steps, Katrina signaled and Dumont called, "Mr. Connors, where are you going?"
I spun around angry. "To sit down so I can take notes before I miss the entire class."
Dumont's eyebrows rose and she looked at the class. "He speaks!" A titter of laughter ran through the class and I could feel my face burning.
I took a deep breath and let it out to cool down. Regardless of how well I might test in any given subject, I seriously doubted an angry Professor would be forgiving enough to remain objective, especially in a somewhat subjective course like psychology.
Dumont focused on me again. "For today, Mr. Connors, you will remain where you are, and standing. If you want to take notes, you are free to do so. However, if you move again before the end of class, then you might as well take this with you on the way out the door." She held up a yellow slip of paper that was used when a student was dropping a class. It was also used to change to another class too, but I understood her intent. "From now on, I suggest you be on time," she said, dropping the slip on the table and turning back to the class.
Once again, she picked up her lecture where she had left off. I scrambled to pull out my notepad and pen, and left the rest of my stuff on the floor at my feet. I didn't get in all the detailed notes I preferred, but I wasn't going to let her punishment of my tardiness stop me from doing what I was there to do.
When the class ended, I wanted to escape as quickly as possible. However, Dumont was standing over me when I finished putting everything away. I stood up and slipped my backpack over my shoulder. Katrina stood nearby, watching us.
Dumont looked at me. "As I told you at the beginning of the semester, Mr. Connors, punctuality is a must in my class. If you cannot be on time, you might consider changing over to an instructor who has more tolerance for such things."
I stared back into her eyes and said, "I won't be late again."
She arched an eyebrow. "Very well. See that you're not." She turned and looked at her assistant. "Katrina, make a copy of the class notes for Mr. Connors. He missed an important lecture today." Without a backward glance, Dumont stalked off to a side door.
I was confused, and glad she didn't see it. Why would she punish me, make me take shoddy notes and then give me what I needed? I would have thought someone who was as strict as she was would have made me get the notes from another student on my own, to help enforce her lesson. It was another contradiction that made her difficult to read, much less anticipate.
My anger forgotten, I looked at Katrina. She had long chestnut brown hair that flowed down her back almost to her waist. Her green eyes flicked over me with a touch of humor in them. She was about the same height as Dumont, but her outfit wasn't as concealing. She wore a dark gray silk blouse with enough buttons undone to show off the center edge of her white bra. A dark brown sash rode on her hips at the top of her skirt, which was short and offset her pale legs very nicely. There was something about her though, something I couldn't put my finger on.
"Do you have another class coming up?" she asked me with a soft voice. "I wouldn't want you to be late."
I shook my head. "No, this was my last class today."
She nodded and turned, indicating a door at the end of the lecture hall, opposite from where Dumont had gone. I nodded and followed her. Oddly, being around Katrina I couldn't stay angry. Without actually talking, I simply understood that she required a delicate hand, not that I was going to handle her or anything.
The door led to a small office packed with filing cabinets and a copying machine. I was surprised at the lack of a computer and printer and asked about it.
Katrina shrugged. "Professor Dumont prefers paper records to computers."
I stifled my chuckle. "She does know that the rest of the world has adapted, right?" I used a word Dumont enjoyed using in every lecture.
Katrina nodded. "She knows," she said while making copies of a file. "But she's more comfortable with this."
I glanced behind me to make sure the Professor wasn't sneaking up on us. "But if her office is over there and you handle the files in here, wouldn't it be your comfort and skills that decide how the files are stored?"
Katrina shrugged. "Probably, but these are her files, so she decides how they're handled."
I glanced at the filing cabinets with a new idea. "Is there any way you could get me copies of the lecture notes for the rest of the semester so I can skip the classes and go straight for the tests?"
She smiled and put the file back in its place. With that soft voice of hers, she said, "But then I wouldn't get to see you any other time." She handed me the notes, and turned to leave the cramped office space.
Perplexed, I followed her out. "So, along with the rest of the class, you enjoyed watching her bully me, huh?"
Katrina turned around with a look in her brown eyes that I didn't understand. "You were being punished for being late. She didn't bully you."
She left something unsaid. Probably something important, but I couldn't decide if I wanted to know or not.