“Whoa…,” Tim’s eyes widened as he peeped out from darkness hidden behind a stone wall.

“Shhh…!” Brandon gave him an angry glance. “Keep your voice down.”

He stood behind Tim watching an action that had disappointingly become a frequent sight for his eyes.

“Sorry man. But fuck!” Tim said heeding to his friend’s command. “Your girl is hot.”

Yeah, she is, Brandon thought.

Cathy Blake was a toothsome girl even on that first day of the college when she had brushed past Brandon Smith. But what did he do when he found her in the same course as his for the next four years? He let Garret Scarpaglia slide into an empty seat next to her, and remained a pussy himself, glued to his seat directly behind them.

They were on the first floor of the castle Beelzegard. The high, stony structure with pointed turrets and domes adorned with mythical figures stood within the college premises, barely half a mile away from their main campus and residential blocks, but not even the most formidable guards of their college were allowed near the gates of the Beelzegard after twilight, let alone the innocent, weak and impressionable students of the Academy of Occult Arts. Yet here they were, the four second-year students of satanic occult who had breached the Beelzegard at eleven o’clock at night. Two of them were involved in sexual act inside a sacred, sacrificial chamber while the other two were lost in voyeuristic pleasure. Either way, all of them were risking their lives; or so they had heard amid many myths surrounding the castle of Beelzegard.

Through a small window in the thick stone wall behind which the two men hid, cool breeze of the summer night found its way inside the castle and kept stroking the fire torches mounted on the stone walls of the castle. But the breeze could do no more. The flames quivered in delight; the torches were brimming with steady intensity and heat of a fire which kindled, every night as the sun dipped below horizon, from a mysterious source that confounded the understanding of ordinary people who had lived for many generations around the ancient castle—evading even those who studied satanic occult.

Garret-motherfucking-Scarpaglia! Somewhere deep down, Brandon was letting out a scream.

Of all the people in his class, Cathy had let that dumb-ass get close to her in more ways than one. Somehow, Brandon believed, he could see through that bewildering reality.

Cathy was an intellectual, an exceptionally talented girl who was easily a rarity among all the smart girls that Brandon had managed to befriend in his twenty-eight-years of miserable existence. Almost all of them had been bespectacled, socially-dysfunctional geeks, like Brandon himself. Though Cathy too wore glasses, hers was branded, black and stylishly-framed: an example of the kind of qualities she embodied or, at least, sought that made her different from others. The three attributes that nearly summed up her existence were style, ambition and curiosity.

The first was manifested in everything she wore, making sure to flaunt the beauty of her natural, curvaceous features. The second she possessed to such an extent—using everything from books to men to race ahead of all—that often it brought, along with much success, a lasting isolation. Finally, the third, and the most contrasting trait Brandon had ever seen in a brilliant student like her, was her curiosity in zestfully exploring every desire that other geeks chose to suppress or lost during their intellectual pursuits—sex and drugs figuring prominently in her case.

And Garret Scarpaglia was the kind of guy who could give her both in ample supply. In the first year of his close friendship Brandon had learned, among her many extreme choices, that she was a girl who had discovered, in guys like Garret, her portal to a radically different world, away from all the stress of her usual expectations. When she was tired from the adventures of her dark side she left her fuck buddies and milled about in the socially-dysfunctional crowd of the college, gaining acceptance and popularity while giving these geeks a whiff of what it felt like to be her in return. These pitiful creatures, Brandon had come to believe, deserved if nothing else then at least some sympathy of her friendship.

But he himself figured somewhere in the middle for Cathy. There was a relief and hope in knowing that he was not counted among those pitiful geeks and he contented himself whenever she affectionately termed their association a ‘lonesome twosome’.

“She’s tearing down her top!” Tim whispered.

Cathy pulled frustratingly at the neckline of her white top.

Brandon sensed a peculiar excitement in Tim’s voice; the same which they were used to while watching porn. Except this time Tim sounded a tad more cheerful.

Live action does that to you, Brandon thought. He had been a hidden audience to Cathy’s many performances during this last one year.

In the center of the large chamber Cathy sat astride Garret with her body undulating while he gripped her waist and shoved his cock deeper into her pussy. They were perched atop a big, grey sacrificial slab that rose about four feet up from the floor of the chamber.

Just then, amidst their sighs, Cathy introduced a sharp sound that lasted only an instant but echoed loudly around the chamber before it vanished. She tore down the V-shaped neck of her top right to the very bottom until it split in middle exposing her full sumptuous breast to three pair of hungry eyes.

Garret rose up swiftly and clung to her right breast with his mouth. His hand was busy playing with her other breast as he groped, crushed and pulled it. He sucked and munched on her breast with the vigor of a thirsty man who had found a bottle full of wine in the middle of a desert.

Tim adjusted himself a little in his position. Brandon glanced at him as his friend undid the button of his shorts and slipped a hand inside.

“Dude, imagine Cathy on your cock rather than this dick-head’s,” Tim said caressing his balls. “It’d be like fucking a porn star.”

Cathy, roused by Garret’s attack on her breasts, began rising and falling over his cock slowly, building her rhythm as she used his entire length to massage the soft flesh inside her pussy.

Ah! Brandon thought. If only all of my imaginations could come true. But—

“You know something,” Tim continued, “I’ve wished, like a thousand times, for you and Cathy to be together, doing all kinds of shit and much more.”

“Hmm,” Brandon let out a sigh. He had a few fantasies of his own with this girl. Night after night he drenched himself in those wet dreams where he grew from a sex-starved geek to a god of fuck. And in every wicked and sinful scenario it was Cathy who sat on his throne adorned as his sex goddess. Only Tim, his childhood buddy, knew the secrets of his heart and Brandon deeply appreciated their friendship which went beyond usual perceptions.

“Oh…,” Tim moaned as a small tent formed over his shorts. “If only we can get our little chances with girls like her.”

Cathy clawed the flesh on Garret’s back and shoulders while he had her fixed in position with his arms round her waist and locked behind her back, pressing her body against his in a tighter embrace and filling her with shorter and faster strokes.

Now Brandon unzipped his shorts and shoved his hand inside to get hold of his own growing erection.

“I don’t get it,” Tim said. “Why don’t we get a fuck like Garret? It is, as if, something is wrong with us,” his inner longing lent a sad tone to his voice.

No ifs, Brandon thought. “Something is fucking wrong with us,” he replied pumping his cock in an attempt to match Cathy’s bouncing body on Garret’s lap. He was immersing himself in an illusion where Cathy was bouncing over his cock.

Garret was pacing his strokes with every second. His jaw and facial muscles contorted as he pounded Cathy’s pussy ferociously.

Cathy traveled from moans and sighs toward deeper, huskier cries of pleasure.

Garret rocked back once more and then slammed his hips against hers with all his strength.

“Ah…Fuck!” she shrieked pulling at Garret’s long hair. Her body rose up and she threw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut.

When she descended back into his lap she was still unable to come to her senses. Garret’s cock was moving back and forth lovingly into her pussy as his big hands scrubbed all over her limbs, breasts and back.

He stopped moving inside her cunt and suckled his way up her neck. As he came up Cathy slid her tongue inside his mouth and locked him in a passionate kiss. Her hands brushed down the back of his head and came to rest over his muscular chest.

In one swift motion Cathy pushed Garret back, lent over him and pinned his back down on the sacrificial slab with the help of her weight. Her force surprised Brandon given that her physical strength was nothing compared to a heavy-built man like Garret; moreover she had just been hammered to a state of breathlessness.

It made Brandon quicken the tug on his cock. But his shorts came in the way and restricted free rapid jerks. He unhooked a button and pushed down the shorts a little below his hips.

Tim looked as Brandon’s hand came out in the open wrapped tightly around his fully erect cock. He followed and dropped his shorts as well. Their eyes met and a smile appeared on their faces. The two buddies had their cocks out in the open, jerking quite desperately as they were consumed further in the sexual act unfolding in front of their eyes.

Cathy’s fingers dug deep into Garret’s muscular chest. Her face hovered above his. She stared at him from behind a pair of thick-rimmed spectacles with nothing except lust. She pressed her soft body on his hard muscular frame and slid down, rubbing her firm full bosom, tight thick nipples and soft flesh of her stomach over his torso, before grazing her body back up against his skin and repeating all over. Her pussy held his cock firmly during this slow cycle of pleasure. When Cathy pulled herself up she let the entire length of his cock slid out of her pussy except the big swollen head which remained buried between her moist lips. Then, she pushed her ass down allowing her pussy to swallow his cock excruciatingly slowly.

Her effect was immediate. Garret clasped her big, fleshy thighs and arched his hips in a desperate attempt to end the painful wait before his cock would once again submerge balls deep into her soft moist passage. She declined him the desire and quickly pulled herself up along his chest making her vaginal depths unreachable for his cock. The way he had controlled and dominated the manner in which she was fucked earlier now made her committed to dictate her own ways of fucking him.

xxxxx

He felt for Cathy on so many levels and yet Brandon never missed a chance to catch her with Garret every time they fucked. In fact, tonight he had let Tim accompany him in following the couple as they sneaked inside the castle.

Why? He wondered.

What Brandon realized was nothing new. The thought came to him every time he witnessed the girl of his dreams fuck like that.

No matter how much he hated the idea of Cathy fucking someone else or the painful fact that perhaps he would never be able to fuck Cathy, it still was the most glorious sight in the world for him. Every time he watched Cathy perform these delectable acts it released a blissful surge inside Brandon.

She had a lovely body that seemed like it was made for sex. He had never experienced two human beings so beautiful and complete, both as individuals and as a couple, until he had discovered the real act of love and seen Cathy fuck the first time. No, he was never ignorant of sex. He had his own steady supply of porn like any nerd while growing up. But the entry of Cathy in his life and her complex and wild nature had stirred such deep emotions which a geek like Brandon had never experienced before.

Cathy’s arrival in college began a close interaction between them. At first, it threatened to transform into a fierce intellectual rivalry between two of the brightest students around. Then, one evening, strolling not too far from the Beelzegard castle, he saw her sitting on a stone bench, peering at the huge structure with tears rolling down her cheeks. She told him the castle resembled the house where she spent the most time with her parents while they were still together. They fought most of the times but sometimes they loved too. But then his father disappeared one night leaving behind all the wealth and his estate to her mother. Not long when jealous, never-seen-before relatives began showing up at their doorsteps. They roamed around the town talking about her mother as if she had a hand in her father’s disappearance. The prominent lot of the town passed their verdict and she saw as her mother was burnt alive. In that same house where she was born and learnt to run freely ahead of an army of doting servants, she now served her relatives, the killers of her mother. She fooled them with her feeble appearance, absorbing their abuses. But in private, with a helpful teacher, she started her journey into the dark arts of occult. The day she took her revenge she was just nineteen-years-old but she had learnt enough to bring that house down which had become a symbol of pain and loss. That’s why, she said, she hated the sight of that castle, and that she would not hesitate in ruining again all the resemblance it bore with her past.

Each moment spent alone thereafter took them away from the matters of the mind and toward the secrets of their hearts. Cathy realized in Brandon’s orphaned upbringing that they both had struggle and suffering in common. In those moments he saw her truly vulnerable and sensed far more innocence in her than others might have liked to believe. Brandon couldn’t recall when and exactly why he became her closest friend but their meetings became a necessity for both.

She went in details on her desires in life—from simplest and noblest to the wildest. Then, she began discussing her sexual adventures as well, ones she had taken in the past and the current one with Garret. He sensed she derived some kinky pleasure out of her telling the tales to him. She never invited him to watch and he never confessed to keeping an eye on her. But he was discovering a new side of himself altogether, the one where he was beginning to have increasingly complex and crazy feelings for Cathy. Strangely, in those moments when he saw Garret fuck her brains out, Brandon even forgot his hateful feelings for Garret for being a featherbrained bully and for having swept Cathy away from him. If Brandon could repress his ego further, he might even realize he admired that motherfucker for some unknown reason. It was a pleasure to watch her writhing, trembling and pulsating in the act. Her moans, sighs and cries were honey to Brandon’s ears. From swaying of her breasts, hips and body to biting, nibbling and licking Garret’s flesh, every move of hers left a deep ache of longing inside Brandon, and in time he even fell in love with that ache. Cathy had made fucking look like an art form to Brandon.

On other occasions there was a significant shift in his moods where he craved to be with Cathy. He didn’t want to share her with anybody. From the moment she entered his life, he knew, he wanted to spend every second with her. Many female nerds in his circle of friends had tried to propose him and in the process had actually exposed their ridiculous personalities. But it was in Cathy he found everything that he was looking for in his potential partner. She was supremely talented, perhaps more than him; she was fun to be with and, for a change, a normal human being than all those other weird friends of his group. She was emotional. She was gorgeous and sexy. And perhaps she was the first girl who gave him an impression that she too understood him; that she could possibly see through Brandon and touch his real self. Yes, he wanted to fuck Cathy as much as he could! Yes, he wanted to spend time caring for her and making her happy in whatever ways it was possible! Yes, he wanted her to be his only reason for existence! Yes, he loved her.

Brandon returned to the same question wondering why he still felt immense pleasure in watching Cathy fuck Garret when he wanted her all for himself—physically and emotionally. Shouldn’t he be horrified and rather pray for blindness every time she had Garret’s dick plunged inside her pussy? No matter how much he questioned himself he was unable to sift through the clutter of his emotions and find what had truly latched onto his soul: the potent combination of Cathy and sex? Or just Cathy? Or just sex?

xxxxx

Cathy had developed a slow rhythm in grinding herself over his body. She sucked his tiny nipples, teasing dark areolas around it with her circling tongue before biting down hard on them like she was taking her revenge for Garret’s attack earlier on her breasts. Poor Garret was caressing and pressing the flesh of her thighs, visibly anxious to release an urge building around his loins. She slapped his hands away every time he tried to clutch her by the waist or ass, or reach down to rub her clit. Whenever he bucked his hips to fully impale her pussy she pulled herself up, holding him inside her just by the head of his cock and stopping all movements briefly as she tugged at his long hair to pull his head back, dangling her breasts above his mouth, reminding him of her own rules. The lack of control his body suffered from while she fucked him went against Garret’s innate aggression.

She stuffed herself once more with his cock and, with the support of her hands over his ribs, raised herself drawing her knees out to sit with her feet pressed against the stone slab.

Garret glanced down her sweaty body, from her swollen nipples poking invitingly like juicy grapes to the gash between her legs bound by moist pink folds. He saw the entire length of his own long and thick cock, hard as steel but very much alive with rich pulsing flesh and throbbing veins, jutting out of her pussy. The lips of her labia were stretched and wrapped around the head of his cock.

Garret had made up his mind by then. He wasn’t going to let her slip without bearing the consequences of torturing him. He gripped her ankles tightly.

Cathy shifted her lush black curls on one shoulder. She lowered her big round ass all the way down his shaft letting out a deep sigh throughout. Her vaginal muscles rubbed against the veins on his cock. She lifted herself and bolts of pleasure dispersed from her vagina to every remote cell of her body as he slid out, inch-by-inch, of her wet cunt.

She felt Garret’s heavy breathing, rising and ebbing below her hands that pressed down on his six-pack abs. He lay flat and unmoved on the sacrificial slab, seemingly content, even cooperative in letting her dominate him as he restrained the urge built in his body. She noticed his lewd eyes glued to her pussy while she rode him gently. Intoxicated, he was under her grips now, she thought.

She slid on his cock swiftly. Every succeeding push and pull of her body made her pussy swallow his cock entirely and then release it out with greater pace. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back drowning herself gradually in a pool of ecstasy while working harder on his cock. Her vaginal muscles contracted around his thickness, making his cock move in and out through a tighter and narrower passage. Cathy was moving so quickly that her large breasts were all over the place, bouncing up and tumbling down, appearing a lot heavier than they actually were. Her moans were getting louder and continuous. She rose and fell down once more with all her weight on his slick cock when she sensed a rapid surge, all too familiar, up inside her pussy, forcing her eyes open wider in surprise…

…Garret’s hands were still, except tightening his clutch on her ankles. But his hips shot up. He had raised his knees up to support his pelvis off the stone slab and generate the kind of force he had decided to fuck her with. A sharp clap hit the walls of the chamber as their flesh made contact. He met her midway of her drop, her hips crashing against his thighs as his cock darted into her pussy, stretching and pushing her vaginal flesh along its full plunge. The impact of his stroke was such that, just as his cock reached balls deep inside her cunt, it cut short her fall abruptly and sent her ass back up in the air with his cock plugged into her and his lap pressed against her ass cheeks.

Her mouth fell open instantly, letting out a silent scream.

In the same breath she mouthed a long ‘Fuck…!’ as if she was searching for the sound of her own cry.

Then, she found it.

“Fucker…!”

Cathy squealed as she shook violently from head to toe, her face contorted by pain and pleasure pulling her flesh in several directions at once, all the while staring him through crushed eyes. The intensity and suddenness of his stroke shocked her body to nearly drop over his chest when her arms lost all their strength. She managed to stuck her hands in the underside of his swelled up, muscular chest and stayed upright. She sat squirming and writhing on her hands and feet like her pussy was plugged to a source that sent weak, pleasurable electric discharges through her body. Cathy held her ass up in the air letting him ram his cock in and out of her pussy.

“Oh man! He’s going wild,” Tim said. Amazed, he stopped masturbating momentarily before resuming it harder. “See the way he’s hammering her? So this is how he pays off all his time spent in gym.”

“Seems like a nice, workable trade-off against that undeveloped muscle inside his head,” Brandon replied scornfully.

Garret was battering her pussy, unbothered to meet with her continuous gaze at him, choosing instead to focus between her legs. Cathy, having regained her energy, began her own upward and downward strokes of her hips on his cock, grunting continuously. Her beautiful face was like a canvas—ecstasy, lust and pleasure, in all their myriad forms, were being sketched on it under his fine strokes; the soft flesh and muscular walls of her pussy twitched, stretched and contracted, filling it up with colors of passion.

Slicked with her wetness his cock moved like a piston. With a stamina and precision that seemed more mechanical than human, Garret had transformed into a fuck machine, penetrating Cathy with unbroken, full-length strokes which escaped her wet cunt with the same rate at which they entered.

“I don’t know what’s turning me on more,” said Tim watching the copulating bodies bathed in golden glow from the fire torches, “the curves of his body or hers.”

Amazingly, Cathy had survived Garret’s raging thrusts till now. It had been a strange performance of her libido tonight. Sure she was a girl with heightened sexual urge but usually after a short though equally vigorous response to Garret’s fierce fucking, his cock always managed to sap her energies.

Not tonight, Brandon thought.

Not only she was tirelessly dropping herself on his cock to fuck him back, she had even achieved such a rhythm that their bare passionate bodies conveyed the presence of a fast-paced, heavy-beating club music, the kind which urges one to fuck, indulging Brandon and Tim in an aural imagination as they savored this soundtrack of sex visually.

Garret was, however, a little perplexed.

For the major duration of his renewed domination of Cathy, he had fucked her in a way that he knew would topple her over to an explosive orgasm. Except for the clenched teeth and tightened jaws, his face had been largely expressionless, detached from any loving notion, any romantic feelings for her. He knew they didn’t love each other; he knew nothing about love. All he knew, all that mattered to him was that they loved fucking each other, as much as they can.

He needed to release their lust and his determination was visible in the hard expression of his face, fueling himself further at the sight of smooth flesh of her body and his cock drilling into that moist cunt between her legs.

He was sure he was fucking her brains out until he felt the muscles of his own face twitch. While his relentless stroking of her pussy began slowing down, he was surprised to see her ass swing up and down with same intensity as before. His tightened balls slapped her ass cheeks. His mouth opened up as a sign of weakness, letting out a growl after a long time.

“Argh…”

Finally, he met her gaze and saw her smiling wickedly. His face was turning into a mirror of Cathy’s unabashed expressions. His cock throbbed and a convulsion ran up from his abs to his shoulders. Not only she equaled him stroke for stroke, but for the first time in Garret’s escapades with her, tonight she was displaying the strength to throw him off the cliff before she went over herself.

Not a fucking chance! Garret thought.

xxxxx

“They won’t last long,” Tim observed as he stood hiding and masturbating in a dark corner with an astonished Brandon.

When Garret’s back rose off the stone slab he freed Cathy’s ankles and traced his hands up to her calves, thighs and ass until he had an arm hooked round her waist while the other slid over her back and clasped the nape of her neck. He had managed to stop Cathy’s bounce on his cock as she settled gently, rocking back and forth, in his lap. She wrapped him, just like her pussy had grabbed his cock, in a tight embrace, crushing her breasts into his chest. Her fingers stroked the scalp under his long hair while she planted wet kisses on his cheek, neck and shoulder. Then, she felt her upper body tipping back.

Garret was leaning over her as he pulled back his stretched legs under his body ensuring all the way that he kept her impaled. He laid her down with her back on the slab and knelt between her legs keeping his knees apart wide enough to accommodate her pelvis between them.

Her hands fell by the side of her head when, gasping and sighing, she felt the pressure inside her pussy vanish completely and then rose again to maximum as he slid his cock once more into her, spreading her legs wide up in air with his hands stuck in the underside of her knees.

“They will now,” Brandon replied realizing that Cathy would not be able to fuck him with the same vigor as before. Garret had snatched the control away from her, escaping an orgasm and finding a position where he could now go on longer, hunting for Cathy’s climax which was proving to be unusually elusive tonight.

The couple had their eyes closed relishing an exciting mix of his long, steady strokes with rhythmic contraction and stretching of her pussy.

Tim suddenly saw Brandon’s response in a very different light. He looked at him to check whether his friend saw the opportunity as well.

Brandon turned to him. He did.

As soon as they hid themselves completely behind the wall their hands crossed and wrapped tightly around each other’s cock. Brandon came to stand beside Tim and the two men closed their eyes pushing their backs against the wall while jerking the other’s erection rapidly.

Brandon and Tim knew the finish line had never been distant for them though. But their situation was made much worse now with Cathy and Garret groaning in pleasure as they fucked each other a few feet away from the masturbating buddies, edging them closer towards shooting their cocks.

Brandon continued to stroke himself when Tim took off his t-shirt and shorts hurriedly. He noticed Tim’s thin frame and then followed him by stepping out of his own clothes quietly. They spread their clothing items like sheets on the stone floor of the castle and lay down on their sides facing the other’s crotch.

They held each other’s cock gently like they were holding a pen, fingers feeling the tight but smooth skin in carefully slow motions so as not to pull the foreskins of their cocks completely down. They had only once before managed to roll it down to expose the bulbous heads of their cock in full erection. But their fantasy to appear like those male porn stars hurt in reality; not being in habit of doing so made it hurt so badly that it loosened their erections. So, they moved on to the next fantasy: having a bald cock and smooth balls. That one easily turned to reality.

They began stroking each other’s cock lightly.

“Unh…, Unh…, Unh…,” Cathy’s delightful moans floated out of the chamber and struck lightly against Brandon’s ears before sweeping inside his flesh to incite him further. Her sweet voice was intermittently dwarfed by Garret’s growls. Sometimes there would be a short lull in their amorous sounds while the couple squelched their mouths and shared wet kisses.

The first flick of Tim’s tongue over the head of his cock twitched Brandon from his waist up. He kept stroking Tim and glanced down between his own legs. Tim was teasing a small exposed pink area of his sheathed head along with slicking the foreskin all around it. Brandon watched—as he squeezed and kneaded his buddy’s cock in his hand—Tim’s fascinated and engrossed face in preparation of opening up his mouth. He was fairly unmoved—except for a short, impulsive gasp—when Tim took his cock fully inside his mouth. Brandon knew Tim was simply caught up in his own lust; he had understood long ago that there was nothing fascinating or engrossing at the sight of his cock, or Tim’s own.

Brandon focused back on the cock sliding between his fingers.

They were both about three-and-a-half inches at the peak of their erections. The little thickness they had managed to develop with active masturbation seemed to have reached its limit as well. But it was not remarkable that both of them resembled so close physically. It almost felt like an endemic trait of the geek world. And men like Brandon and Tim were its perfect specimens with a weak, bony physical framework which sometimes, they feared secretly, made them look like those size-zero girls.

The silence was broken once more. The romping couple was back to their best. But Cathy’s moans went unnoticed. All that Brandon could hear was Garret growling loudly, mocking and insulting in his gruff, bullying voice.

xxxxx

Garret-motherfucking-Scarpaglia!

Brandon wanted to shout back with all the air in his lungs. But he didn’t. Men like him, strangled by fear and self-loathing, could do no more than listen to their inner screams. He knew he could never match up to Garret.

The curves on Garret’s body stood out even when he was fully clothed. The man was a finely sculpted piece of meat. Every inch of his body was swelled up and his thick hard muscles—even showing its inner striations in some areas of his body—bulged out most prominently in a sweaty gleam of his taut flesh every time he worked out in gym or between a girl’s legs. His looming physical built combined with shoulder-length rocker hair and domineering, empty-headed shenanigans had made him a menace to be avoided at all cost for the sake of one’s own physical and emotional well-being. Only with girls like Cathy by his arm could Garret be relied upon to curb his lunacy and display some form of decent, grown-up behavior.

The man was prominently endowed equally between his legs. Brandon knew from the moment he first saw Garret fuck Cathy that he could easily make a living with a six-inch pecker like that; its thickness, venous texture and sheer meatiness could propel him to a star status in the porn industry. His large round sac of balls hung below appearing quite heavy and fleshy. And he complemented his physical gifts with the urge of a sexual addict and the stamina of a derby stallion, making good use of himself with girls like Cathy.

Garret is right, Brandon thought. He should be ashamed.

Had it not been for the relaxing sensation of masturbation with Tim coursing through his body right now, Brandon would have been disgusted by his own naked self. There was no point running away from the truth. He would forever be a geek with his head buried between books, flaunting his intellect in search of some respect, while waking up every morning with his weak, fearful and sexually-frustrated self that is only good enough to watch porn and cum in his pants alone or with Tim. He would do good to accept himself sooner than later. He knew he would feel better without the weight of hope.

xxxxx

Brandon thrust his mouth and filled it up with Tim’s hard erection. It was satisfying as always. With his mouth wrapped around his best friend’s cock he closed his eyes, taking shelter inside a pleasurable darkness that blinded every nagging thought. The men were joined cock-to-mouth, locked in position for their final short ride to ecstasy.

Their cocks were slicked with the other’s saliva. Their mouths broke away from each other’s cocks and, sighing, they took in some air, staring with heavy eyes at the eager throbbing cock in their firm grips before swallowing again. They were desperate but skilled. Their bobbing heads worked in tandem with their hands, pumping their cocks rhythmically. The fingers of their free hand circled and stroked the other’s balls.

The grunting couple egged them on. Brandon felt his cock twitch and his hips and thighs tightened. Tim’s mouth had reached the base of his cock and, closing tightly round it, he was pulling and pushing at it. His tongue traced, flicked and lubricated the entire length of Brandon’s cock.

Brandon, too, was building a vigorous motion around his friend’s cock. He only took in half of Tim’s cock and teased the upper edge of the foreskin with his tongue tip, licking along the exposed pink flesh of his friend’s mushroom head. Brandon’s hand was busy yanking the lower half of Tim’s cock trying to feed himself more of Tim’s length on its way up, before pulling the head of the cock nearly out of his mouth on its way down.

Tim began shifting his legs and hips. His balls no longer hung loosely but seemed like they were fused together into a single, larger form pressing against the taut skin. Brandon felt his friend’s cock pulsate once inside his mouth. Tim’s body was requesting for a release and Brandon knew he couldn’t stay long without responding. From there on everything went out of control for them.

Brandon arched his hips at an angle and drove his cock deeper inside Tim’s mouth. He was squeezing Tim’s cock between his lips as he gave shorter, quicker and harder strokes. Tim could do no more than hook his arms around his friend’s hips and clasp it tighter. He was being mouth-fucked by Brandon while his own cock was throbbing under the grip of Brandon’s hand and mouth. Tim gasped as a familiar surge left his balls and reached the base of his cock. The suction in his mouth pulled the bulbous head of Brandon’s cock further inside, applying just the right pressure by squeezing inner walls of the mouth.

There was a burst inside Brandon’s balls and he started convulsing. Tim buried the entire length of his cock into Brandon’s mouth and then lost his senses. His first shot of cum was thick and long. Brandon was still fucking Tim’s mouth arrhythmically when he gulped down his friend’s semen. He knew both of them were not really big producers and so the warm and salty fluid would soon be down their throats in a jiffy. He savored Tim’s quickly reducing load on his tongue and spread the dribbling cum all around in his mouth.

Then, Brandon’s cock erupted inside Tim’s mouth. His body trembled and he instantly stopped fucking Tim’s mouth. Short jets of cum struck the back of Tim’s throat and then slid down. The mouth of both friends was plugged by the other’s throbbing cock discharging thick, white dollops of cum as the two men sucked and quivered together.

xxxxx

Just a few feet away from them the sacrificial chamber had been turned into a torture room; at least that would have been the image in someone’s head if they had walked in on the sounds of sharp, rapid beatings of the flesh and the cuss words which were returned in groaning voices.

Brandon and Tim dressed up quickly in hopes of catching the last bit of the action between Cathy and Garret. The two friends looked at each other mischievously as they stuffed their limp cocks back inside their shorts and put on their t-shirts. They wiped their mouths with the back of their hands. A satisfactory grin flashed on their faces.

Garret knelt between Cathy’s legs and had positioned her pelvis in the space between his knees. But he was now hovering above her with his hands tightly gripping her shoulders; an anchor for support and momentum. Cathy’s messed up hair was spread all around her head on the sacrificial slab and few curls dangled down from the stony edge.

“Yea!” she kept gazing at him, lapping up all of his animal lust with her eyes. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

Garret shoved his huge cock into her tight wet pussy with short, swift and consistent bucking of his hips. With each stroke his hands applied weight on her shoulders and pulled her body down to let her pussy crash toward his advancing cock.

“C’mon!” Cathy reached up and clutched his sweaty, muscular upper arm in her hands, “harder motherfucker!”

Her mellifluent voice was all the more erotic to Brandon’s ears when she turned filthy in her throes of passion. This happened quite often when Garret was plugged into her. So Brandon knew more smut was on its way.

The word had its effect and Cathy had her intention fulfilled.

“Ooooooooo…” she whimpered as Garret nearly pulled his cock out of her pussy and then pierced her with lightening pace. He stayed buried inside her for a moment while he let out his pent up energy.

“Ugh! Is that what you want, you craving bitch?”

“Yeah…,” Cathy mewled with closed eyes.

“Look at me,” he said, moving his cock in circles inside her tight pussy. “Fucking whore, look at me and tell me. TELL ME!”

She looked up at Garret and read his eyes: ‘I’m gonna fuck you to your screaming orgasm‘.

Her eyes twinkled.

“Yea, fuck me like that,” she conveyed plainly.

Garret resumed drilling her pussy.

“Louder…,” he said.

“Faster. Gimme faster,” Cathy crossed her legs behind his hips and prodded him further. “And rougher,” she added as an afterthought.

“Louder…,” his hips switched to a higher gear.

“Fuck me till I cry.”

“LOUDER!”

Her whole body rocked back and forth on the stone slab in sync with his aggressive strokes.

“Fuck me to my screaming orgasm,” whiningly, she uttered.

He went ballistic.

“RIP-MY-PUSSY-APART!”

“Argh…” Garret’s cock vanished with all its meaty length between her swollen, pink folds like a speeding locomotive had slipped through a deep and dark tunnel.

“Fuck!” Cathy gripped him as tightly by his biceps as she could while she tried to lift her head and torso up the warm slab.

His thrusts didn’t stop.

“Ooh Fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes. Ah…!” she began wailing.

“Yeah,” Garret groaned and broke away from his swiftest strokes. Then, he hit her, “Oh yeah,” with three, “take it,” full-length quick shots, “shit!”

Cathy followed him each time with a loud grunt.

The brightened flickering flames danced vibrantly overhead. Their dark, ghostly shadows quivered round the couple on the sacrificial slab, casting spells of sexual charge, licking their bodies and engaging in an orgy with them.

He was back to romping her pussy.

“Don’t you dare drop a notch, you bastard!” her shoulders were crushed under the weight of his hands and her body was pinned to the slab. Yet, by a miraculous display of effort, she craned her neck and kept her head hung in air.

“Now fuck me till I cum.”

Garret had abandoned his sexual prowess altogether. He simply alternated between slower, short strokes and faster, ultra-short strokes.

Sometimes she would glance down between their bodies to relish the sight of her pussy getting fucked by this man. He was like a mad bull whose leash had come undone. Her fingernails dug deeper into his biceps. She held him as if she was desperately holding onto her life.

“Oh shit!” Brandon muttered.

xxxxx

“Really man,” Tim responded. His mouth was open in disbelief. His eyes were salivating at Cathy and Garret’s raunchy performance.

“No,” Brandon grabbed his shoulders and yanked him to turn in the direction where he was looking.

“Hey—”

“Shhh…, Mrs. Renee,” Brandon pointed out the window next to them.

Tim leaned over the sill and caught a glimpse straight down a deep cleavage. The large, white expanse of this woman’s skin was characteristically left exposed in a low-cut maroon blouse with its top button undone. The luscious curls of the redhead fell down the sides of her enormous juggling breasts that threatened to spill out with each step she took. Indeed, it was Mrs. Renee and she had disappeared under the arched entrance of the castle.

“She’s here!” Tim bore the same frightened expression as Brandon.

Brandon was looking at Cathy. She was squealing in pure ecstasy. She was getting closer, finally for the first time tonight, toward a spine-tingling orgasm. Thereafter, she would resume another session with Garret and fuck him long into the night.

Not if they are caught with their dirty deed inside the castle during off-limits hours.

The moment of opportunity had presented itself to Brandon and all he had to do was escape with Tim and let Mrs. Renee follow the cries of the lovemaking couple. She would not compromise with the severest punishment to them for putting everyone at danger with their mischief: they would be stripped of all occult talents, purged of all sexual urges and incarcerated in the deepest and blackest dungeon of the college. It would be the end of most of Brandon’s sufferings.

Tim shook him by his arm and Cathy’s beautiful cries struck once more against Brandon’s heart. She was bare and lustful, and that was how she should be, even if it meant somebody else savoring her up.

“Hurry,” Brandon grabbed Tim and began stepping away from the darkened corner of the wall that hid them. It took him an effort to pull Tim away; he was reluctant to leave now that they were so close to watching the couple release themselves in wild aggression. Brandon curbed a similar unwillingness inside his heart and kept pulling away.

The cries of the couple began fading and as the two men stepped down from the spiraling staircase which connected the first floor of the castle to its central, lower hall their voices had softened considerably. Brandon began to feel an ease. He had to put just a little bit of distance more and then Cathy and Garret could no longer be heard.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Tim yanked him to a standstill.

“This is the only way out,” Brandon tried to motion him toward a long passage which led to the arched entrance of the castle.

“Are you crazy? That’s right into Renee’s path!”

“Obviously,” Brandon said and paced himself toward the passage.

“Damn it. Your madness for that bitc—” Tim ran to catch up, “—I…, I mean, your madness for Cathy is going to get us killed tonight.”

Tim knew he couldn’t say it. Obviously they are going to be face to face with the deadly Mrs. Renee Banks, he thought. And obviously Brandon was crazy. Brandon would do it a hundred more times without tolerating any blame to Cathy.

Tim was behind his friend as they turned a corner to enter the long passage when suddenly he pulled himself so hard to stop that he nearly toppled over his heels. He was frightened to his bones but he was still yearning the possibility of being in his friend’s place a moment earlier.

There was a squelch of fabric and flesh when Brandon had collided head-on with Mrs. Renee Banks. His chest had completely squashed her large, supple breasts and for a jiffy her face came to a kissing distance away from his, wherein, he breathed a flowery feminine scent around her body.

Just as their crashing bodies were separating and recovering from the impact, Brandon found his hands caught between their chests. He instinctively moved his hands around to gain some balance and pressed the soft skin of her juicy breasts, pushing Mrs. Renee a couple of steps back.

She moved the fiery red strands of her hair away from her face.

Mrs. Renee, voluptuous occult historian, sexually desirable among all students and staff, stared, intensely but curiously, into Brandon’s eyes. Her brown eyes narrowed and her finely-trimmed brows were arching up, as if a dominatrix was sizing up her slave, stretching and tightening her whip, before serving him the lashes.

She regained her two steps toward Brandon. They were fearful of breaking away from her gaze but her wobbling breasts were luring them on. The taps of her thigh-high boots subsided and she stopped at an uncomfortably close distance from Brandon. Her left pink nipple was peeking out from the edge of her maroon blouse.

Somehow, the lingering fear and tension gave way to a thought and Brandon strained to hear in the stillness around him. The breeze hissed; the flames fluttered. There was an eerie stillness inside the castle.

Brandon looked back at the pair of luscious mounds in front of him. He felt his tongue rubbing the palate at the sight of that nipple.

Mrs. Renee tilted her head on one side and saw a small, circular, wet patch formed over the crotch area of both the men’s shorts.

She straightened her head and looked up at Brandon staring at her breasts.

Brandon saw the slender index finger of her right hand reach the level of her breasts. Her long, black fingernail gently pushed the peeking nipple back inside the cup of her blouse.

THE END