Time Jacker by Aaron Crash (nonfiction book recommendations .TXT) 📕

dripping off their tits, the pussies, some shaved and some hairy and some clipped, made him insane. And their round butts. And the muscles on their arms. All those bodies were driving him wild.

And Wanda’s mouth. She had definitely sucked a lot of cocks before. She squeezed him, stroked him, and took him into her wet mouth, her lips wrapped around his head. She looked so pretty below him, her eyes staring up at him, wanting to see his reactions, as she sucked on his dick. The nipples on her pretty little titties were hard. He liked the flare of her ass, but more than that, he liked the smell of this strange woman. He didn’t think this would happen again, no—Bailey said something about wiping her memory.

What else could the succubus do?

He didn’t know, but he needed to find out.

Speaking of the sex demon, she was watching the volleyball player blow him with unadulterated lust in her eyes.

The succubus was kneeling, legs spread, her fingers on her clit, while her other hand pulled on a nipple, rolling the nub, pinching it, her face wet from licking Wanda. The round tip of her tail came around to tease her other nipple.

She was staring into Jack’s eyes while she masturbated. The look of desire in her eyes almost made him come. He managed to pull himself back from the edge. He wanted to prolong this.

Bailey knee-walked closer to Wanda, coming up on the blonde’s left side. The demon’s tail slid down Wanda’s back and then disappeared behind the volleyball player, slipping between her legs.

Wanda moaned, sending vibrations down his cock. The blonde arched her back.

“She’s fucking you with her tail, isn’t she, Wanda?” Jack growled. “Bailey is fucking you with her tail.”

Wanda gasped and fell forward, leaning against his thigh, while she stroked his dick. “Oh, fuck, she is. I wonder if she fucks herself with it. This is so hot, so weird. And worth it. Fuck. I’m going to come again.” She reached down and rubbed her clit, and it didn’t take long before she was whimpering again as her orgasm swept through her body. Her breath was so hot on Jack’s thigh.

Once her second orgasm subsided, Wanda went back to sucking on his cock, harder this time, her hand so firm on his shaft. His cock felt like steel about to explode into pure cum.

Bailey kept her tail inside Wanda, but the sex demon was also fucking herself, shoving two fingers into her horny snatch. Then she used her own girl cum to rub her button. Back and forth she went, from hole to clit, back and forth, until her mouth fell open and her nostrils flared. “Oh, yes, an orgasm. My own real orgasm. Oh, fuck, Jack. This is good. This is so good.”

Her mouth made a perfect O, showing him her bright white teeth and red tongue. Her different-colored eyes were unfocused. She might be a demon, but she looked vulnerable as she made herself come. Then her eyes glowed again, one blue and one red, the light casting shadows on her face.

“Ijjinaya,” Bailey whined. “So much lust. It feels so good in me.”

Seeing the sex demon orgasm made Jack come. Wanda knew it. She didn’t pull back. He was deep in her mouth when he started to shoot his load, over and over, the ecstasy grabbing him and taking him over—body, mind, and spirit.

The headache he’d feel would be severe once his orgasm stopped, and he knew he might spend the night with an icepack on his skull, but this was worth it. It was all worth it—to see the naked women, to have Wanda suck him off, and to watch a succubus make her perfectly sexy pussy come.

Wanda leaned back and smiled at him. “Did that feel good, Jack?”

“You know it.” He pulled his pants up to his waist, belted up, buttoned up, zipped up. He then retrieved his clothes and tried to get himself back into some semblance of order. His head throbbed, but he couldn’t turn the soldier’s key, not until he and Bailey were out of the women’s bathroom.

Bailey grabbed her dress and walked over, high heels clacking and tail twitching. She helped Wanda stand. “Jack is clean, sweetie, so you won’t get any kind of disease from him. I might not be able to read his kinks, but I can read his Corpus.”

“Corpus?” Jack asked. “Is that my body.”

“You’re such a genius,” Bailey breathed.

“What about her?” Jack asked. “Is Wanda okay?”

Wanda rolled her eyes. “This isn’t real. Diseases aren’t a thing. And even if they were, I just got tested last week. I’m disease free. So, are you going to give me your numbers, or will you contact me in a dream, or whatever? How is this going to work?”

Bailey guided Wanda back under her shower, to the outline where her body had been, the water suspended in the air. “Oh, sweetie, this is over. You’re not part of this story. Go back to your little volleyball friends and your little volleyball life and be grateful you don’t have to worry about any of this shit.” She touched Wanda on the head, and Wanda’s eyes went blank. She was gone, both mentally, and then physically, back to being frozen in time.

Bailey strutted over, hooked an arm in Jack’s, and led him out of the shower. “Let’s go outside, and then you can start up the Influunt. Where does it hurt? Your ass? Does stopping time give you hemorrhoids?”

“Headache.”

“Poor baby.” The succubus pulled him close and kissed his ear.

He realized that in the nasty thing they’d just done in the shower, the succubus hadn’t kissed him, or touched him, or anything.

Well, that would change. He wanted to fuck this succubus until she screamed. But would that kill him? Wanda still looked alive and deeply satisfied. Sleeping with a sex demon couldn’t be a good idea. And yet he was pretty sure he wouldn’t say no. He believed in doing stupid shit and