The Last Incubus Ch 23

The Last Incubus: Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Humiliation and the muff-eating contest.

"After I strayed, I repented; after I came to understand, I beat my breast. I was ashamed and humiliated because I bore the disgrace of my youth." ~ Jeremiah 31 v. 19.

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Marjorie Collinsworth didn't waste any time. She stripped down in front of me without any sign of hesitation or self-consciousness. I was a little surprised by her apparent lack of inhibition until I remembered she had been a Beta Iota sister.

Seemingly endless pink flesh covered her puffy arms and legs. Her breasts were almost as large as Penny's but seemed to fit the shape of the rest of her body. Her stomach overhung her waist in a classic muffin top. Her thick patch of blonde, pubic hair matched the well-coifed blonde hair on her head.

"Okay, let's see what you've got, Zucchini Boy," she said, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

She glanced over at Frankie as I removed my shirt. I was hoping that my well-toned chest and shoulders would make an impression on her, but if it did, her facial expression never gave it away. Nor did her clove and truffle-scented aura, which was mostly white with an unusual tinge of green around the outer edges. The green tinge grew larger whenever she glanced at Frankie's discomfort as I stripped.

I took off my shoes and socks next, saving my pants for last.

"What the fuck is taking you so long? If I wanted a male stripper, I would have hired the fucking Chippendales!" Marge complained impatiently.

"Haven't you ever heard the expression that good things come to those who wait?" I asked as I unfastened my belt.

"You're only here for one reason, Zucchini Boy, and talking isn't it," she snapped back.

I slid my pants down my legs and my 10 and1/2-inch, coal-black erection sprang to attention. No longer confined, I felt its "pull" getting stronger.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Frankie said, smiling.

The white center of Marge's aura flared, but she held her resting bitch face.

"I've taken bigger shits than that. Let's see if he knows how to use it," she said, reclining onto her back. She spread her legs wide, and her oversized thighs unveiled her puffy outer labia.

Taking my cue from her aura, I crawled between her legs, putting my face over her crotch, and holding her thighs apart with my arms. I took a few licks, tasting enough of her juices to memorize and process her taste when she stopped me.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, pulling my head up by my hair.

"I thought I'd help you get ready for me. You're going to need all the lubrication you can get," I explained.

"You think so, eh? In that case, I want her to do it!" she replied disdainfully, looking at Frankie. Her aura glowed a bit more, the green tinge growing. It was clear that she wanted to humiliate Frankie as much as possible.

I got up and stood by the side of the bed. Frankie glowered at me with a look that now said, '

we're not only even, but you also owe me after this

.'

She crawled between Marge's legs and started to lap away at her vulva. I quickly blocked Marge's aura; I didn't want her to enjoy the humiliation she was putting Frankie through.

After several minutes, I spoke out.

"You know, I'm pretty good at that. I'll bet you'd enjoy my tongue more," I suggested.

"Maybe she's not trying hard enough!" Marge insisted.

Frankie picked her head up.

"Fucking hell, Marge. You know me better than that. Besides, I know what he's capable of. I'd rather eat you myself than to watch you enjoy his magic tongue."

I should have given Frankie more credit. She was reading the situation perfectly.

"Then get the fuck away from me. Zucchini Boy, get back on the job, and you better be as good as she says you are!" Marge roared, pushing Frankie away.

Frankie gave me a subtle wink as we passed before I took my place back between Marge's thighs. This wasn't going to take long.

I removed the block on Marge's aura before lapping vigorously at her clit, adding a healthy amount of sexual energy to her aura. Her arousal quickly climbed, and she placed her hands on my head to keep me in place, moaning lightly.

I reached up to squeeze a tit but found only a slight increase in her reaction. Apparently, her breasts were not that sensitive. I needed to focus my efforts between her legs.

I shifted my head lower and found her entrance. Because of her size, it was difficult to probe very far with my tongue, so I decided to put my demonic powers to use, extending my tongue deeper into her cavity. I was surprised about how much room was in there! I remembered Frankie calling Marge "a big cunt," but up until now, I hadn't taken that expression literally.

"What the fuck?" Marge moaned above me as she felt my tongue probing inside her. She pushed harder on my head; she wanted more.

I injected more sexual energy into her aura, and it burst into a bright white intensity. She slowly twisted into a full body clench as she teetered on the precipice of an orgasm. She whimpered slightly as I held her there, savoring the moment before I tipped her over the edge by doubling the thickness of my tongue and rubbing it hard against her g-spot.

"Oh my God!" she moaned and clenched hard, squeezing my head between her heavy thighs. Her tangy juices had a strong musky quality as she came.

I held on as long as I could, but even demons need to breathe. I retracted my tongue back to its normal size and pulled my head out of her crotch. That entire sequence lasted less than four minutes. Meanwhile, I took advantage of her orgasm to replenish the sexual energy I had used to push her arousal.

It took Marge a few minutes to recover her breath.

"Holy shit. What the fuck was that? It felt like he was all the way inside me!" Marge panted.

"I told you it was magical. Just wait until you feel the other end," Frankie smiled.

Marge glowered at Frankie.

"Why the fuck are you smiling. I thought he was your new toy?"

"Don't worry, I'm still jealous. But I'm so sore from what he did to me this morning that I could use the break," Frankie replied.

"I am right here, you know," I said.

Marge looked at my erection and spread her thighs again. "Since you're 'right here,' you can show me that you're as good as she says you are. Just be sure I come before you do," she reminded me.

Her aura was shining brightly now, but the green edges were still present. Maybe it was time to start flipping the script.

I moved closer to the head of the bed, giving Marge a closer look at my cock. Her eyes were glued to it as its demonic attraction drew her in and raised her arousal.

"Turn around and get on your hands and knees," I said firmly.

"What?!" she asked, her demanding manner slipping.

"You heard me. If you want this inside you, you need to be on your hands and knees. I want you to feel the full effect of this big zucchini in your cunt," I replied.

She hesitated, clearly trying to regain control of the situation, but the lure of my demonic erection had already taken hold, and I was locked into her aura. Her domineering manner gave way to lust and curiosity. She was anxious to get me inside her and she quickly got on her hands and knees. According to my reading of her aura, doggy style was her favorite position. She only chose the missionary position because it gave her more control over her partner.

I climbed onto the bed and placed the tip of my cock against her labia.

"Try not to cum too soon," I taunted.

"Don't worry I--oh shit!" she replied as I pushed inside.

Besides being well lubricated, she had a big opening, and I easily slid all the way in, hilting myself in a single thrust. I wondered what she was using for sex toys to get so big inside.

I inflated my zucchini to take up her added width, further enlarging and intensifying her aura. In a last-minute change of plans, I decided to block her climax to keep her from cumming too soon. Then, to raise her arousal further, I slapped her hard on the ass, leaving a red mark and causing her to clench hard on my cock.

"Fuck,"

she murmured under her breath, trying to hold back. It was totally unnecessary on her part because of my block on her orgasm, but she was unaware of it.

It was time to start thrusting. But rather than build slowly, I pushed hard, making her puffy flesh quiver with every thrust. She moaned and panted almost immediately, and within a minute, she was whimpering for an orgasm. Another minute later and she was practically in tears, thrusting back, trying to make herself cum.

I felt a low rumbling in my groin, the demon inside anxious to absorb her carnal energy. But I wanted to push her to her limit and humble her in front of Frankie.

"Right there, right there, right there,"

Marge panted in a series of clenches. She had been on edge for the past couple of minutes, but I continued to hold her orgasm back, allowing her arousal to climb to higher and higher levels.

"Is there a problem, Marge?" Frankie chided.

"Fuck. I'm so close. But I can't cum," Marge gasped.

"Try slapping her harder," Frankie suggested.

"Like this, you mean?" I asked.

Slap.

Marge clenched and her aura climbed higher. "Ah, ah, ah!"

"Harder!" Frankie voiced.

"Oh, you mean like this," I teased.

SLAP.

Marge clenched again. I loosened the block on her climax just a bit. She was excruciatingly close.

"Please,"

she mewled.

"HARDER!" Frankie shouted.

SLAP!!!

Marge moaned incoherently as her body quivered, but she could not cum. I thrusted harder, faster. When I decided that she had had enough, I looked over at Frankie to be sure I caught her attention. I mouthed the words, 'three... two... one...'

"Cum."

I unblocked Marge's climax, and it burst into a white-hot supernova.

"OH FUCK!" Marge screamed as she squeezed me hard, cumming in a series of tight, milking clenches.

That triggered my own eruption just as her orgasm was starting to wind down.

"SHIII--" she shrieked as she climaxed again when my ejaculate splashed against her inner walls.

She was still cumming when I finished and drank in her orgasm before withdrawing my cock. Shaken and spent, she collapsed on the bed, panting for air. I briefly stayed to enjoy a bit of her afterglow before joining Frankie in the bathroom to wash up. Marge was sitting on the bed, still short of breath when we returned.

"Where did you find him?" Marge panted, while I got dressed.

"In the library," Frankie replied, pulling out her phone.

"In the Erotic section?"

"No, the help desk," Frankie replied smiling, before calling Kayla.

Marge limped out of bed and got dressed while Frankie spoke to Kayla.

"The full house will be assembled in half an hour for your readmittance to the sorority," Frankie announced after she hung up.

Sore from her unexpected 'workout,' Marge gingerly got dressed while we watched and waited with suppressed amusement. When she was finally ready, she insisted we take her car, a top of the line, brand new BMW SUV. She brought along a small plastic bag that had her underwear in it. The sorority sisters were all waiting inside, gossiping among themselves, wondering what was going on. Their buzzing got louder when we came through the front door.

"Quiet, bitches! For those of you who joined the house this year, this is Marjorie Collinsworth, a senior, who used to belong to this house until the end of last year--" Frankie began her announcement.

"Until this cunt kicked me out!" Marge interrupted.

Suddenly, everybody started talking at once.

"QUIET!" Frankie yelled above the fray. Then to Marge, "There was no need for that."

"I have agreed to let Marge back into the group--" Frankie continued but was interrupted by Marge again.

"Don't forget the apology!"

Frankie took a deep breath.

"Right. I also want to publicly apologize to Marge for kicking her out of the sorority."

"What about those rumors you spread about me, I want you to apologize for that as well," Marge demanded.

Frankie glowered at Marge. She was quickly reaching her frustration point.

"I... also want to apologize for..."

"Say it!" Marge demanded when Frankie hesitated.

"Spreading rumors about her last year. I said she had an STD, but that was a lie" Frankie said through gritted teeth.

Once again, everyone started chatting at once. Some of the sisters were looking at Frankie angrily, feeling betrayed.

"QUIET!"

It was Kayla who yelled it this time. She turned to Frankie.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Frankie nodded sadly. "I gave my word."

Kayla turned to the crowd of girls. "Okay everybody, down to the initiation room!"

The girls all started filing down to the basement with Kayla, Marge, Frankie, and me at the end of the line.

"Where does he think he's going?" Marge asked Frankie.

"He's my guest," Frankie replied.

"That's not in the bylaws! Guys aren't allowed in the initiation basement," Marge argued.

"Neither is letting expelled members back in, and since I'm the president, it's my decision to make," Frankie retorted.

"Do you agree?" Marge asked Kayla.

"You don't want to hear my opinion. I think this whole thing is a mistake in the first place," Kayla replied.

The basement was sectioned off and one of the sections was an enormous bathroom with several trough-like sinks and an open shower area with four separate shower heads and a large drain on the floor.

"Okay, strip," Kayla instructed Marge once everyone had assembled.

Marge undressed in front of everyone, and Kayla took her clothes and the plastic bag and placed them in a nearby cubical.

"Take your position," Kayla instructed.

Marge stood in the center of the shower area. Frankie stood in front of her.

"Marjorie Millicent Collingsworth, do you solemnly swear that you will faithfully follow all the rules, bylaws and regulations of the Beta Iota sorority, and to the best of your ability, demonstrate loyalty, honor, bravery, and servitude in keeping with the traditions of our sororal order?" Frankie recited.

"Yes, yes. Let's get on with this," Marge replied impatiently.

Frankie let out an exasperated sigh.

"Then prepare yourself for your induction, or reinduction in this case," Frankie replied.

Marge turned on one of the showers and rotated under the spray. She picked up the stiff, prickly-looking sponge and scraped it across her skin, causing it to turn even pinker. She spent extra time over the blonde patch of hair on her mons. When she was done, she sat down on the edge of plastic bench that was placed over the drain where she was showering.

The two newest sisters, Haley and Crissy had stripped and approached Marge with a can of shaving cream, a pair of scissors and a razor. Marge stopped them.

"No. I want

her

to do it!" she demanded, pointing to Frankie.

Most of the sisters looked at Frankie expectantly.

Frankie looked at the faces watching her.

"Fine," she sighed and stripped. Once she was naked, she looked at Haley and Crissy, "Hold her legs apart."

She took the scissors from Crissy and trimmed the excess hair from Marge's bush. After that, she took the can of shaving cream from Haley and applied it to the stubble of hair left over Marge's mons. Then she carefully shaved her, removing every trace of stubble and shaving cream. The tattooed letters Beta and Iota could clearly be seen from Marge's original tattoo.

Frankie was about to stand up when Marge stopped her.

"Are you forgetting the last part?" she sneered.

"You've already had that done the first time," Frankie protested.

"But there are different sisters living in the house now. It's in the bylaws," Marge replied.

Frankie sighed again. "Fine."

She knelt in front of Marge and kissed her shaved mons. When she got up, the rest of the sisters lined up in decreasing order of seniority and took their turn kissing Marge's mons.

"Does this happen with every new inductee?"

I whispered to Frankie as the mons-kissing procedure continued.

"Yes, and there's a pussy-licking procedure after the tattoo, but thankfully we can skip that,"

she whispered back.

Once everyone had kissed Marge's mons, Frankie completed the ceremony. She was still naked when she made the announcement.

"I now officially welcome you back into the sorority."

The girls were chatting noisily as they started to the stairs.

"WAIT A MINUTE, EVERYONE! NOW THAT I AM OFFICIALLY A BETA IOTAN AGAIN, I WANT TO CHALLENGE FRANKIE FOR THE PRESIDENT'S POSITION!" Marge shouted.

"You can't do that! There's nothing in the bylaws about it," Frankie protested.

"There's no rule against it, either. You stole that presidency away from me, now I want it back!"

"It's too late for that now. I'm the president and you're only a senior member," Frankie retorted.

The rest of the sisters were starting to gather around the two naked seniors.

"You broke the sorority girl's code by spreading false rumors about me. You don't deserve to be president. I say we should hold a vote. Otherwise, Zucchini Boy doesn't get my underwear!" Marge declared.

Once again, the rest of the girls in the sorority began talking amongst themselves.

"You two-faced Bitch! I met all your fucking demands. I humiliated myself in front of everyone. Now you're going back on your word!" Frankie protested.

The chatter got louder. Things were getting out of hand. Frankie looked at Kayla who held up her hands, not knowing what to do or say.

"EXCUSE ME. I KNOW I'M JUST A GUEST HERE, BUT CAN I SAY SOMETHING?" I shouted.

The room immediately quieted down and all the faces turned to me.

"I feel responsible for all of this, and I would like to offer an explanation and a solution. First, Frankie offered to help me with a prank. This one is even more serious than the one that you all did to help that poor girl April. I don't need your help this time, but I do need a large pair of used panties, which is why Frankie has agreed to let Marge back into the sorority."

A chorus of whispers followed my words, but I continued.

"Like Frankie said, we have met all of Marge's conditions, but she still wants to humiliate Frankie further for what happened last year. To be fair, Marge has good reason to feel cheated, but she also tried to steal that election by cheating in a different way. Holding another election now would only divide the sorority and further increase the bad feelings that already exist between the two. I suggest that rather than making everyone choose sides, that there should instead be a contest to determine which of them is the strongest leader."

"What contest? What do you propose?" Gina yelled out from the crowd.

"I don't want a contest!" Marge shouted.

"That's not what you asked for. You said you wanted to challenge Frankie, and that's what I'm suggesting, a challenge," I replied.

The crowd of girls murmured in agreement.

"As vice president, I want to hear more about this challenge," Kayla said.

Everyone looked at me again.

"I suggest an 'pie-eating contest' of sorts. Frankie and Marge should take turns eating each other out and whoever cums last is the president. The loser must agree to obey the winner," I suggested.

"A muff-pie eating contest!" one of the girls shouted.

The basement erupted in laughter, except for Marge and Frankie, who were sizing each other up. Marge had a wry grin, no doubt remembering that she wasn't the least bit aroused when Frankie tried to eat her out back in her dorm room.

"I'll agree under one condition. That I get a three-minute advantage!" Marge announced.

"No way! It should be a fair contest," Frankie objected.

"That is fair. My bush was just shaved and I'm extra sensitive there. You should feel lucky that I'm agreeing to this at all!" Marge replied.