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The Unseen Succubus's Wicked Fun

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Chapter 19: The Slutty Preacher’s Wife Teases the Virgin

Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 19: The Slutty Preacher’s Wife Teases the Virgin - A young man awakens an ancient succubus who decides to twist the women in his life into sluts!

Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Fa/Fa   Mind Control   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Paranormal   Cheating   Cuckold   Slut Wife   Wife Watching   Wimp Husband   Incest   Mother   Brother   Sister   Daughter   Group Sex   Harem   Orgy   Interracial   Black Female   White Male   White Female   Anal Sex   Analingus   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   First   Facial   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys   Tit-Fucking   Voyeurism   Water Sports   Big Breasts  

Abigail Meyer

I raced away from my house—and my brother, sister, and my bonker friends who were having an orgy in my living room.

It was so nuts. Why would the other three members of my gymnastic squad and my big sister become whores for my big brother? My virgin flesh burned with unnatural lusts because of them. It was filthy. So disgusting. How could they all writhe together and do things together?

Incest was bad enough, but they were also doing lezzie stuff.

I didn’t have my license despite being eighteen—I shouldn’t be driving Mom’s car while she was on her cruise—but I had to get away. I had to get to Miss Barbara’s house. She was my Sunday School teacher and the preacher’s wife. She would be able to give me advice.

And refuge.

I couldn’t go home as long as my brother was there. He would just try to get me to do wicked things. I had to stay away from all of it. This was just so bonkers. I took a turn, fighting to keep a hold of the steering wheel. I whimpered, glad I didn’t have to go far.

I took another turn onto the street. I was almost there.

A woman laughed.

I whipped my head around. Where had that come from? There was no one in the car. The radio wasn’t on, right? No, no, it was off. So where had that come from? I felt like something was watching me. Something evil.

I shivered. This was all so creepy. I just had to escape this madness.

I pulled up to Reverend Tyson’s house. I hoped at least Miss Barbara was home. The reverend was probably out, but his wife should be here. I threw open the door, not even bothering to turn the car off. I sprinted for the front door.

That amused laughter echoed around me. I reached the porch, whipping my head around. What was that? I rubbed at my arms, glaring at the street and the front yard. It was a neat yard with gardenias and lilies planted in the front yard and a lovely rhododendron bush that had its green leaves but no flowers. It was December.

I rang the doorbell, my body shaking. I was here. I had escaped. It opened and Miss Barbara was there. The Black woman who had been like a second mother to me. She had taught me all about how Jesus loved me. Whenever I had a problem, she was there.

“Child,” she gasped.

“M-Miss Barbara!” I gasped and threw myself into her. I buried my face into her chest and started crying.

“Oh, child, what’s wrong?” she asked, pulling me inside and closing the door behind me. She did that all with me clinging to her. She held me. “What is it, Abby? Shhh, I’m here.”

“It’s ... it’s...” I lifted my gaze, my vision blurry with my tears. “It’s an orgy at my house!”

“An orgy, child?” She gave an exasperated look. “It’s that sister of yours. She always did have the devil in her. I swear.”

“And my brother!” I gasped.

“Joseph?” she said in surprise. She blinked and a smile spread on her lips. I thought I heard whispering, but that was just our clothes rustling together. “What about him? I thought he was away at college.”

“He’s back,” I gasped. “And he’s having an orgy with my sister and the girls on my gymnastic squad. They’re doing it. Together. My brother. The girls. All of them. They’re doing horrible things. I heard them. I had to get away from them. They wanted me to join their lewdness. They wanted me to stop being pure.”

“Oh, child,” Miss Barbara said, sounding exasperated. She tightened her hold on me. “Why didn’t you just join them?”

I froze and stared at her in shock. “Join their ... orgy. They were...”

“Fucking,” the preacher’s wife said bluntly. “So I gathered, child. I’m not an innocent lamb. I’ve lived in the world. So, why didn’t you join them.”

“Miss Barbara!” I squeaked in shock as I heard that laughter again.


Ashtoreth

I howled with laughter. This was so deliciously amusing.

“Why didn’t you stay and join the orgy?” I whispered into the Black woman’s ear. She had never cheated on her husband, but she hadn’t gone to her wedding bed a virgin. She never told her husband she’d slipped up at a party before they met. Eighteen, and she let a guy finger her before sucking him off. It was enough to ruin her purity.

“Why didn’t you stay and join the orgy, child?” the preacher’s wife asked, completely under my power. She didn’t stand a chance. I wanted to corrupt the cutie too much to let anything stop me.

“Why didn’t you be a slut, too?” I whispered, my power flowing into the preacher’s wife. “I would love to be Joseph’s slut.”

“Why didn’t you be a slut, too?” Miss Barbara asked, holding the girl. “I would love to be Joseph’s slut, child.”

“Miss Barbara,” whined the little girl. Oh, she was physically and legally an adult at eighteen, but she still had that wonderful purity. But it was crumbling. The alabaster facade cracked. Soon, it would crumble away leaving her exposed to her desires.

“Kiss her. Show her how amazing it is to be a slut.”

“Let me show you how amazing it is to be a slut, child,” Miss Barbara purred and leaned to try and kiss the girl.

Abigail squirmed in the woman’s arms and broke free. She backed away, this look of horror on her face. It was so priceless. I smiled at what I saw out the door. My pussy clenched and my entire body shook. I slid my hand between my thighs and rubbed at my slick slit.

What a wonderful day this was. I so loved corrupting Yahweh’s creations.


Joseph Meyer

I ran from the house at a full sprint. I knew just where my little sister was going. The reverend’s house. Miss Barbara. Abigail had always been close to our Sunday School teacher. She was a gorgeous, Black MILF that I was very much looking forward to seeing again.

I would show Miss Barbara I had grown up into being a man.

Abigail might be the only woman who wasn’t a slut in the whole world, and that made me want her even more. I craved to make her mine. To make her the centerpiece of my harem. The one that I prized over any other.

The only one I had to conquer. The one I had to win. That made her so special.

I pounded down the street, knowing where she would go. She would beat me there, but it wasn’t that far, and there were several shortcuts I could take on foot. I darted down a narrow alley that burst out onto a path that ran along a creek through a field. It was all wetlands that were protected.

I reached the other side and took a right. I was already winded. I rounded the corner and spotted Mom’s car in Reverend Tyson’s driveway. God, I hoped the reverend was here to see me fucking his faithful wife. My dick was so hard.

But even more, I wanted Abigail to see even our wholesome Sunday School teacher was truly a slut. Then she could surrender to her lusts. Abigail would throw herself at me. She would be mine. I wanted to fill her with my cock.

With my seed.

I ran down the street as fast as I could. I reached the car. It was running. Idiot girl. I turned off the car and pocketed the keys. Then I rushed to the door, my heart pounding. I reached for the knob when I heard a shout inside.


Abigail Meyer

“What’s wrong with you, Miss Barbara!” I gasped, baking away from the preacher’s wife. My entire body shook. She tried to kiss me.

“I just want to be your brother’s slut,” she moaned. “Oh, he’s so handsome. Your brother is a stud. The things I would do for him.”

“No, no, no,” I whimpered, shaking my head. I almost heard whispering.

“Don’t you think your brother is handsome?” She advanced on me. I hit the door. “Does he have a big dick? I bet he does.”

My cheeks burned.

Miss Barbara grinned from ear to ear. “You’ve seen it, haven’t you, child? You’ve seen your big brother’s big dick.”

I nodded, my heart pounding.

“Is it huge?” Miss Barbara moaned, sounding so wanton. “Does it throb? Is it all veiny? Don’t you want to just suck on it?”

“Miss Barbara, please,” I groaned. What was going on? Why was this happening? My Sunday School teacher pulled off the Pepperdine University sweater she wore, revealing her large breasts in a rather plain, gray bra. She reached behind her and undid it. Why was she doing that? She freed her large breasts.

“What are you doing?” I gasped.

“I want to enjoy your brother,” she moaned. “He’s so handsome. It makes me so hot. I want to be his slut. I have to be naked for him. Ready for him. You should get naked, too. You should be ready to fuck him.”

“He’s my brother!” I squeaked.

“I know,” she moaned. “That makes it so hot. Yes, yes. Incest! That would really make you his slut.”

I whimpered, my body on fire. I shuddered as the doorbell rang. I squeaked and jumped from it. I spun around. My heart thundered as I thought I heard a woman whisper that Joseph was here. Miss Barbara squealed like she had heard it, too.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, shoving off her panties. She stepped out of them, naked and unashamed. She wrenched open the door. “There’s my favorite student all grown up. Mmm, give me some sugar, Joseph.”

The preacher’s wife wrapped her arms around my brother’s neck and kissed him. I slapped my hands over my mouth, shuddering. This was impossible. This could not be happening, and yet he was there, kissing her. I shook my head in absolute disbelief.

“Miss Barbara,” I groaned, my pussy on fire. I just wanted to touch myself as they made out. The Black woman pressed tight against my brother. His pale hands slid down her back and groped her ass with such ... confidence.

Joseph was so manly.

My heart pounded in my chest. I struggled to breathe. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans, my pussy begging to be touched. I had to get out of here, but I just couldn’t look away. Miss Barbara was cheating on her husband. She betrayed her marriage vows to make out with my brother.

Miss Barbara broke the kiss and purred, “Mmm, I want to be your slut, too. Your sister told me about the orgy. Use me, Joseph. I might be forty, but I still know how to please a man.”

“That’s what I was hoping to hear,” Joseph said. “What should a slut do first.”

“Suck her stud’s cock,” a voice whispered. I shuddered, almost taking a step forward to do that.

“Why, to suck her stud’s cock,” she moaned, dropping to her knees. “I need you to give me some sugar.” She attacked my brother’s fly. He wasn’t wearing underwear. She pulled out his pale cock, holding him in her ebony hands.

The preacher’s wife opened her mouth wide and swallowed my brother’s cock. She suckled on him, moaning as she did. He groaned as her dark lips worked up and down his cock. It was so wild to watch. My hips wiggled back and forth.

I wanted to suckle on him.

I whimpered in envy, my body burning with delight. I struggled to think. I had to be strong, but my sinful nature was rising in me. No human could avoid sin except Jesus. I fought so hard, though, as I watched my Sunday School teacher blow my brother.

She worked her lips up and down him. I whimpered, hugging myself. The preacher’s wife moaned around his cock. Joseph groaned, pushing up his glasses. He smiled at me as he enjoyed her mouth. She pleasured her with such wild abandon.

“Damn,” he growled. “You have to try this, Abigail.”

Miss Barbara popped her mouth off his cock and held it toward me as she smiled at me. “You’re his sister. You should go first. I can wait to be his slut.”

“N-no thanks,” I whimpered.

“You sure?” she asked and rubbed the crown against her cheek. “Mmm, he’s so big and thick. So much larger than my husband. And he tastes so good.”

I shook my head, trembling.

The preacher’s wife shrugged and engulfed his cock. She suckled on him. My brother groaned, his hands balling into fists. He breathed slowly as he enjoyed what she did to him. Her lips worked up and down his cock as she suckled on him.

I should flee, but I was rooted to this spot. I wanted to be in her place. I wanted to suckle on his cock. My hands rubbed at my pants. I wanted to plunge into my pussy and masturbate. I just wanted to fig myself and cum so hard.

I fought against that instinct as he groaned, savoring what the woman did to him. Our Sunday School teacher suckled on him. He ran his fingers through her thick, black hair, moaning his enjoying as she loved him.

“Goddamn, that’s good,” he growled. “Miss Barbara, you’re such a sexy MILF! Damn, I am going to cum!”

Miss Barbara popped her mouth off his cock and turned to me again. “You hear that? He’s going to cum. Are you sure you don’t want to suckle on him?”

“I’m sure,” I croaked.

“You’ll miss out,” she said and turned back to him. “Well, say something, and I’ll stop.

She engulfed my brother’s cock again. She worked her mouth up and down him. I swayed there, whimpering. My entire body burned. Every inch of me wanted to get wild. To do such naughty things with him. To suckle on his cock.

Joseph stared at me. He smiled, so handsome. So strong. He was such a man even a faithful wife like Miss Barbara had to be his slut. Why was I holding out? Why shouldn’t I be like the rest of them? Just surrender to my sinful nature. Give into my desires.

“Fuck!” he growled. “Oh, damn, just a little bit more. I’m going to cum. It’s your last chance.”

Miss Barbara’s lips smacked together as she slid her mouth off his cock. “Mmm, last chance. I’m going to suckle on him until he cums.”

“I...” I whimpered as she leaned toward him. Her lips kissed the tip of his dick. “I want to taste him! I want to suckle my brother’s cock!”

I rushed forward, that feminine laughter ringing in my ears I dropped down beside her. She leaned back, guiding his huge cock to my lips. I closed my eyes, opened wide, and swallowed the tip of my brother’s dick. I didn’t know what to do.

I suckled on him.

“Yes, yes, yes, Abigail!” my big brother roared.

He came.

His cum spurted into my mouth. Salty jizz erupted from his dick and flooded my mouth. I groaned as I gulped down blast after blast of his jizz. It was so good to have that spunk flooding me. I closed my eyes and gulped it down. I swallowed every drop.

I worked that creamy delight down my throat. I savored every burst of cum that erupted from his dick. It was just incredible to have all that spunk flooding my mouth. He groaned as he pumped me full of his spunk.

“Shit!” he growled as I gulped down his salty cum.

“You are just a slut,” whispered through my mind as I swallowed his cum. “Just a slut for your big brother.”

I was.

As I gulped down my brother’s cum, the woman laughed in my mind. She gloated as I swallowed blast after blast of my brother’s jizz. He had so much of it. He grunted and groaned. I nursed on him, gulping it all down.

I swallowed every drop.


Ashtoreth

I gloated.

She had cracked. I plunged my fingers into my pussy and frigged myself so hard as the cutie swallowed her big brother’s cum. She was open. Her alabaster facade crumbled away. Now I could get at her soul and twist her into a slut for her big brother.

Frigging my cunt, I nuzzled into Abigail’s ear.


Abigail Meyer

“You’re finally my slut,” Joseph growled as he fired the last of his cum into my mouth. “Get naked.”

“Sluts obey Joseph,” whispered through my mind. “And you’re his most special slut.”

“Sluts obey you, Joseph,” I moaned, grabbing the hem of my T-shirt. “And I’m your most special slut.”

He smiled and nodded. “You are because you held out. You made me work for it. I won’t forget.”

I shuddered in pure delight, the salty flavor of his cum lingering in my mouth. It was so good. I ripped off my t-shirt as he watched me. I unhooked my bra, baring my small breasts to his lusty gaze. He grinned at me and reached down.

I gasped as he pinched a nipple. A shiver ran through my body that ended at my pussy as he rolled my little nub between his thumb and forefinger. I could tell he was so happy with me. I shuddered at his touch then he let me go.

I jumped to my feet and unzipped my jeans. I shoved my pants and my panties off in a single go. I rolled them down my body and shuddered as I stepped out of them. I was naked. My brother feasted on my slender figure.

Then he glanced at Miss Barbara. “Ever eaten pussy out before?”

Miss Barbara shook her head, the Black woman kneading her tits. “But I’m willing to do anything to prove I’m your slut.”

“We’re going to eat her out together,” my big brother said and pulled off his T-shirt. He was naked now, his cock bobbing before him. He lifted me up in his arms. “We’re going to get her cherry pussy ready for my cock.”

I squealed in delight. I wanted this so much.

My big brother carried me to the stairs and up them, Miss Barbara following us. I watched her dark breasts jiggling. They were ... enticing. I was a slut now. My big brother’s slut. He wanted his women to do lezzie things together. I would have to do those things, too.

“You’ll enjoy them because you’re a slut,” whispered through my mind. “You’ll love pussy to make your big brother happy.”

I felt so relieved as the certainty of the moment fell on me. I would enjoy women because I was his slut. So I would love pussy to make my big brother happy. I squealed in delight as he carried me down the hall to Miss Barbara’s bedroom.

To the bed, she shared with the preacher.

I shuddered as my big brother set me down on the bed. I trembled, my heart racing, and spread my legs wide. My brother crawled onto the bed with Miss Barbara at his side. They both were going to devour me. I was so ready for that.

Miss Barbara eagerly lowered her face to my pussy. My brother followed her down. I shuddered as they nuzzled into my trimmed, blonde bush and kissed at my virgin pussy. A wave of heat rushed through me. That felt so good.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good.”

They licked me. Their tongues flicked up and down my folds. I shuddered as they did that. My eyes rolled back into my head as they stroked me. It felt amazing. I smiled. Being a slut was so amazing. My brother and Sunday School teacher devoured my eighteen-year-old pussy.

“Oh, yes!” I gasped as they worked on me. “Oh, wow, that’s so good. That’s just amazing! I love this!”

“Mmm,” purred Miss Barbara. “You taste so good. I can’t believe how wonderful pussy tastes.”

“Every slut loves cunt,” my big brother growled and licked me.

They both stroked over me. They touched my little button. I gasped as they pressed it. I felt so excited. I could feel my orgasm building and building. The release would shudder through me. I was so ready for that moment. So eager for it.

They tongued my pussy, driving me wild with their touch. It was so good to have that tongue stroking up and down my slit. I groaned, savoring that delight. My entire body shuddered as they licked up and down me.

“She still has her cherry,” Miss Barbara moaned, her tongue pressing on something blocking my pussy.

“Yes, she does!” my brother growled. “This will be amazing. I love popping cherries. I’ve only done a few, but she’ll be special.”

“Yes!” I moaned as they licked me. Their tongues brushed my clit. Electricity zapped through me. I gasped at that delight. It was just so amazing to have them touching me there. I was about to burst. “Big brother! I ... I...”

They licked my bud together, their tongues feeling amazing.

“Yes!”

The most amazing thing I had ever felt in my life burst in me. I bucked on my back as the pleasure shot through me. I squealed out my delight, loving every moment of it. This was just an amazing delight. I savored it so much. The heat washed through me. That made it even more incredible. My eyes rolled back in my head. I groaned through such wonderful bliss.

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