His long, pudgy fingers slid to her crotch, fingering her clit, inserting a thick finger inside her. He noticed Elliott rubbing his own crotch, and Edgar slowly, slowly, used his fat fingers to reach, reach, down between her legs, and grasp the lips, his fingers kneading, feeling her growing wetter. He pulled the lips apart suddenly, stretching them, showing the others what he had, what he owned, and what they could not have. They were leaned forward, mesmerized, like animals eyeing a piece of meat, but it was his meat, his.
He flipped his hands suddenly so that his thumbs pressed the labia out, but his palms and fingers now held her bottom. They now spread her anus, and he sharply hissed "Sit!" and she plunged down, his penis ramming between his now shaking hands, and she cried out. He groaned, thrusting up inside her, now holding her waist firmly down as he pushed up, deep inside her, then let his hips lower, only to quiver and shove up again, over and over, until he released and felt the stickiness sliding out of her and onto him. Excited again, he abruptly stood, holding her arm, and dragged towards the bathroom. Alice was just leaving and stood back as they went in. She stared at the others, and they stared back. No one said a word.
In the bathroom, Edgar told the succubus to sit on the counter, and that he was going to clean her. She sat, and he pulled her hips almost to the edge of the counter. Then he pushed her back until she lay on her back, and he placed a rolled towel under her so her hips and mound were arched up, her thighs angled over the end of the counter, her knees bent, feet dangling. He could see that she might slide off.
Impatiently, he reached down and jerked at his belt until it came free, his pants falling down about his ankles. "I'll be better prepared next time," he told, as her eyes watched. He kicked at his pants and shoes until they slung across the floor, and he grabbed her wrists, bringing them together and holding them with one hand. He looked around. The faucet.
The faucet was elaborate, and more importantly, sturdy. He bound her wrists with his long belt, blessing his wife girth. He wrapped the other end of the belt to the faucet, and pulled. No good. That was only going to bring her hips back into the counter.
His penis was angry with him, quivering and twitching and doing a mad little dance of frenzied lust. Edgar wished he was better prepared.
But then he looked at the faucet again, and smiled. His wife Myrtice had picked it out, and...He rummaged in a drawer...yes! His wife had a few things in here, as well. He smiled.
The counter was a lovely, oversized, heavy piece, an antique, and it had six thick, sturdy stubby legs. Two were in the middle of the old piece, one in front, the other parallel in back. He'd always wondered why. Now he rejoiced.
The drawer held several pairs of pantyhose. Myrtice was always snagging them.
He pulled the succubus' legs wide, moved her hips back to the edge of the antique counter, then widened the legs further until one was on each side. He then tied each ankle to a middle, stubby leg, thought about, and added another towel beneath the girl's hips. It looked painful. He noticed, though, the glistening around the labia, and shook his finger at her.
"You naughty whore." His penis jerked again, and Edgar quickly went back to her wrists. He jerked open her jacket wider, admiring the full breasts. The nipples were enlarged and a dark rose now. He punched one, hard, twisting it. She moaned. Edgar grabbed his belt, wrapping it around the base of the faucet. This had better hold. He was frantic now, and he pulled her on the strap, until her belly grew flatter, then dipped in, and her breasts were even more lifted and full. He tied off the belt and could see that it was awkward for her to breathe. He ran a hand down her belly, pleased when she sucked in a breath. He toyed with her clit for a moment, until it, too, grew and shook in little quivers. He pressed on it, rubbing, until she began to lift her hips into it. He stopped, and grinned.
"You're a regular little slut, aren't you? I bet if I let everyone out there come in here and have a turn with you, you'd still be eager for more. Wouldn't you?"
She looked at him and only panted. He leaned over her. "I think that's what I'll do," he whispered. He stood up. "But not yet."
He laid his penis on her breasts, and rubbed it back and forth. But it only made him harder and didn't satisfy, which made him angry. He searched the drawer again and pulled out rubber bands. He pulled up a nipple as high as he could, then slid a rubber over it to its base, twisting and rewrapping the band until the nipple was swollen and red and tender. He did the same to the other nipple, thought, then tried it with the clit. That was slippery and more difficult. He would have to ask Charles for suggestions. In the meantime - the drawer yielded a few hair barrettes, and he grinned. He removed the band and tossed it in the floor. He was enjoying himself, he found. He pulled the woman's clit up, then snapped the barrette in place. It squeezed the clit and dug into flesh on each side. The girl was squirming. He ran a finger over the bulging too of the clit, and she moaned and pushed up. "Not so fast."
He grabbed the two largest barrettes, unsure if this would work. But he pulled and rugged and managed finally to one around each of the labia.
The girl was very wet now, moaning, and pulling at the belt and stockings. He slid a finger along the top of each lip, swelling out over each barrette. He could tell it was hurting. And yet, she was also writhing and trying her best to push herself into his hand. He grinned at her.
And then he plunged forward, diving into her, pushing as hard as he could in, pulling out more, and more, then racing into her again. He kept pushing and shoving into her until he spilled out and yelled, and he stayed inside her, resting his head on her belly. Inside her, he felt himself growing again, and he thanked the pills, and Charles. This time, while he was inside her, he used his thumbs to push down hard on the barrettes until one broke, just as she orgasmed. He tested a moment, then pulled out. He pulled off the remaining barrettes slowly, amused when it caused her to orgasm again.
"You can't help yourself, can you? You really are a little whore." He stroked her belly, cupped her breasts, playing with the nipples. He finally removed the rubber bands. The nipples were swollen, as were the clit and labia. He smoothed his hand down her body, then up again, then reached for his pants, dressing slowly as he looked at her. When he was done, he opened the door. Everyone had gone, he thought, then noticed Elliott. The man was sprawled in a chair, his fly open. He looked up when Edgar walked in.
Edgar shook his head. "Feel better?"
"Well not really. Sorry. I'll go now."
Edgar shook his head. "No need to be sorry. Besides," and he sat in his large recliner. "She's still ready. Why don't you go in there."
Elliott stared at him, then at the door. Back at Edgar. He licked his lips. "You're joking, right"? But his eyes were pleading.
"Nope. Not joking." Edgar stood. "I'm going to order up something to eat." He nodded at the door. "Take all the time you want."
He smiled and went to his desk to place his order. He heard his bathroom door shut.
He smiled. What wonderful ideas he had, for next time.
Life was exciting again.
