After so many years of stagnation, the sudden change was almost too much for Lydia. What had only a few days ago been a dry spell of decades had given way to an absolute flood of lust and longing. It had been almost too easy to bring the husband under her spell, to have him desperately enthralled by her body. Just one show and she'd slipped into his mind enough to gain some form of corporeal essence; less than 24 hours and she'd had him moaning her name, had him forsaking his wife and paying tribute to her with his very essence.
The wife, though... well, that would be trickier. She was no doubt just as depraved, just as mutable, but her defenses were up. But again, Lydia could see it in there, it was just a matter of pulling it out of her. She'd watched them several times already, seen how the wife's mind wondered to deeper perversions as her husband took more liberties with her body, all at Lydia's insistence, of course. Slowly, but surely, she'd started to work the crack wider, finding her in to bring the wife under her power.
Now, it was time to blow the door all the way open.
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Isabella could feel the hands all over her body.
Face, throat, tits, ass, hips, thighs: it was all fair game for the caresses, all at once, all so overwhelming. It was so much, she couldn't even seem to open her eyes, only her mouth to let out a moan at the stimulation of it all. It felt so warm and inviting, so right, that she just leaned in and let the hands guide her, touch her, do what they wanted.
As she felt her top tugged over her head, she was happy to feel it go, to let the breeze roll across her breasts and harden her nipples. She was just as happy to lose her panties, obediently stepping out of them as they were pulled down her legs. And as two of the hands landed on her shoulders and pushed down, she was happier still to obey their direction and drop to her knees.
"Open up."
It was a simple command, and one she was quick to listen to. Isabella opened her mouth, tongue instinctively sticking out, as if she knew exactly what was coming. Sure enough, as she found her eyes finally able to open, she saw a rigid cock mere inches from her face. The rest of the man in front of her was a haze, as was the room she was in, but she wasn't at all bothered by it. No her focus was only on the dick, the knowledge of what she needed to do for it clear in her mind as a hand took a grip of her long black hair and urged her forward. Another fact was also clear, that the man in front of her, guiding her towards his dick, was absolutely not her husband Alex.
That fact did nothing to deter her from following the hand's urging and allowing him to bury his dick into her throat..
None of the men were Alex, she could feel it. The hands squeezing her thick ass were unfamiliar to her, as were the ones reaching around to tweak her nipples. And the two cocks she reached for at her peripheral, just as hard and aching as the one beginning to thrust into her mouth, were unfamiliar to her as well. By Izzy's count, there were at least five strange men around her, all hard and needy and desperate to use her body, and not a one of them were her husband.
As her nose touched the pubes of the man currently inside her mouth, though, she found it hard to care; Alex had fucked her face, and she had a taste for it now, whoever wanted to give it to her. Alex had given her a taste for a great many things the past few nights, and the gentlemen around her seemed intent on indulging all of them. There were the hands sliding deeper between her cheeks, spreading her open, the fingers tweaking her nipples harder than she thought she'd ever be able to handle, the hands roughly grabbing her wrists and guiding her own fingers to wrap around the two cocks at her sides. Yes, it was too hard to care about Alex when everyone around her was too hard to be ignored. Not when she could help them and herself at the same time.
Besides, the hand in her hair would keep her going even if she did care. It urged her on, fucking her throat in rhythm with her own efforts. It was perfectly in time, as were all the points of stimulation hitting her, from the fingers now teasing her clit to the pace she kept on the cocks now much closer to her face. It seemed impossible how in sync it all was, the thrusting, teasing, tweaking, tugging. All building together as her body used and was used in turn.
"Such an eager girl," came a voice, a bit startling, but not enough to tear Isabella from her indulgence. Really, it was barely a whisper in her ear, threatening to be drowned out by the wet, gagging sound now emanating from her used throat. But hear it she did, catching a glimpse of a figure in the corner of her eye. This one had more definition than any of the men, though she still seemed ghostly, ethereal, not entirely there. A lithe figure, definitely a woman. The voice spoke again. "What would Alex think if he could see you now?"
Izzy let out a deep moan around the dick in her mouth as she suddenly found the fingers teasing her clit replaced by another cock, one that thrust deep inside of her as the woman asked her question. Fuck, how did that happen? Suddenly, she wasn't just on her knees, she was on a lap, riding an erection by bouncing her ass up and down, all as she continued to jerk and suck obediently at the cocks around her face.
"I think he'd like what he saw," the voice continued, so oddly close and distant at the same time. "I think he buried himself in your pretty little throat because he's aching to see you used like the slut you really are. He wanted to make you choke."
As the voice said 'choke' the dick she was sucking took it as a command. The hand on her head took a firmer grip as he shoved forward with one forceful thrust, lodging himself in her throat and holding himself there. Just like with Alex, Isabella found herself unable to breath, gagging around the cock that seemed to fill every inch of her. At the same time, the cocks she'd been jerking pushed roughly forward, rubbing against her cheeks, and the dick in her pussy began to thrust up harder, in turn pushing her firmer against the crotch of the man in her mouth. It was a full-court press, all the unknown men using her body with greater vigor and force, applying a pressure and intensity she didn't quite know how to handle. Unable to breathe, Izzy could feel herself getting light-heated, but fuck, it all felt so good, so scintillating, so overwhelming.
And all that was before she felt one more cock press forcefully into her asshole.
And with that pressure, the dick in her mouth finally pulled out, allowing her to let out a ragged, gasping moan of pleasure as she was double-penetrated. It was a stuttering moan, the two cocks rocking her back and forth with outstanding synergy. It was almost too much, but not quite enough, either, not with what she'd had.
"Dios mio, c-come back," she moaned, no longer able to even see the man who'd been violating her throat. "D-Don't need to breath, just need you back, baby. Mmm, need that cock, mi amor." Isabella looked to one of the cocks she was jerking, tried to go for it, but it kept away, making her mewl in frustration. "Need any cock, please. I'm begging you, stuff me airtight, pleeeeease."
"Just what I thought," the voice came again, much closer now. Panting, Isabella looked up as she continued working her hips and hands dutifully. There, floating above her, was a ghostly girl. She had snowy blonde hair, sunken eyes, and adorable breasts, easy to see given she was completely naked. "Alex thinks you're restrained, but I can see all those filthy kinks you've been hiding away."
"Y-Yoy know Alex. Wha-aaaa," Izzy trailed off into a moan as both cocks filled her simultaneously, stretching her to her limits. She could feel them rubbing against one another through the thin barrier between her holes, and it had her right on the edge.
"In due time, beautiful," the ghost girl said, floating down to her. She stopped so that she was still floating over her, giving Izzy a good look at her bare pussy. "I need you to accept just how depraved you really want to be. Not just in your dreams, but in real life, where he can appreciate it. Where we can appreciate it."
Isabella could barely hear the words, just staring at the ghost's glistening slit. Fuck, why did it look so tasty? The ghost gave her a wide smile.
"And there's more of your true self. I promise, I'll get you stuffed nice and tight soon enough. First, though..." the ghost raised her legs, slipping one over each of Izzy's shoulders. Ghost or not, Izzy could feel her weight, her presence, as the pussy neared her mouth. A new hand found the back of her head, the ghost girl's hand. "First, mm, this show has been too much not to get a taste myself. Or, heh, give a taste."
And with that, the girl pressed her cunt right into Izzy's mouth. And, as she continued to get fucked, groped, and cockslapped, Izzy allowed herself to eat pussy for the first time since college.
