Notes:
All subjects are 18 or over.
This is not real. However, as before, if you find any working sex magic or real satyrs, please contact me.
There is some nonconsensual sex in this chapter that goes beyond mind control and involves force.
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The Next Day (and Night)
I woke up in the living room on the carpet, naked, spooning Erin, my arm wrapped around her and my hand on her bare breast. Erika was spooning me while Derek spooned her. Someone had thrown a cover over us. I smelled pancakes. I looked up blearily towards the kitchen to see Mrs. Krass, completely naked except for an apron, her ass bare, her tits out on either side of the top of the apron, cooking pancakes. We all roused and the six of us got up to sit naked around the table for breakfast.
"I seem to have gotten a lot of body in my hair," Mrs. Krass was saying, shaking out her dark mane that did, indeed, look thicker. "And I haven't had this dark of arm hair in years," she said.
"Ugh," Erika replied. "I just plucked my eyebrows two days ago and I'm going to have to do it again tonight." She looked down at her black bush, obviously thicker now. "And I'm going to have to shave my thighs before our next performance."
Mrs. Krass looked down at her own riotous bush. She finger combed it. "Well, I think I'll keep mine the way it is. Makes me look like a girl from the seventies."
"Look at this chest hair," Derek said, puffing out his chest.
Erin just looked at me and smiled. None of them seemed curious why they had grown so much hair. I suspected it was me, the satyr magic. Of course, to some it might have seemed strange that none of them were shocked at the big family orgy we'd had the night before.
"Don't forget I'm having a sleepover tonight," Erin said to her parents.
My ears perked up. "Anybody I know?"
"Sure, just some girls from glee club. Wanna stay for it?"
"Can I?"
"Of course. It'll be fun -- more fun at least -- with you there."
"I have a date with Bryan tonight," Erika said.
"I have one with Nancy," Derek chimed in.
"Well, Erika," Mr. Krass said, "I hope you got enough blowjob practice to make that boy happy." The older daughter blushed while the rest of her family laughed.
The man of the house continued, "Mrs. Krass and I have a date as well -- at the swinger's club." It was time for Mrs. Krass to blush, though it was less obvious why, given that she'd just fucked her children, male and female. "We'll be home late." He paused. "And your mom will be tired." Mrs. Krass blushed even more.
"Who's still a virgin?" asked Julie. The petite yet shapely college student had black, shoulder-length hair and was known to definitely not be a virgin. Cherry, the quiet redhead with freckles raised her hand. Helen, a blonde with glasses, raised hers, and Pam, who had her hair dyed blue, raised hers. Erin did not, of course, nor did I.
The five girls and I were in the living room of the house. It was empty except for us, the couches and coffee table pushed out of the way, the rest of the Krass family doing their evening dates. The girls were all about the same age, just a couple of years older than me. They were used to wearing cheer skirts and bloomers to school on Fridays and were completely unconcerned about sitting together wearing only long t-shirts and panties. We were all sitting in a circle on the floor so most of them had one leg stretched out to the side and one foot drawn up, revealing the white piece of cloth covering their pussies. My eyes were drawn down there but they didn't seem to notice or care. The women were obviously braless as well, their nipples poking through the thin fabric of their loose t-shirts. They all had about the same body type -- apparently the coach of the drill team, which was part of the glee club, had a type she preferred and they were all it. Their tits were perky and not particularly large or small, their hips just narrow enough to make them look athletic, their arms and legs smooth but muscular. Each of them had their hair piled up on top of their heads and no makeup. It seemed that I was just "one of the girls" tonight. We were playing a kind of "truth or dare" where the whole group had to answer the truth question or, and we hadn't gotten to this yet, do the dare. I didn't think I'd be "just one of the girls" for long.
"Pam, you are not a virgin," Julie said.
"Yes, I am," the blue-haired girl replied.
"I have literally seen pictures of you with Brad's dick in your mouth and your asshole."
"That doesn't count." Pam pouted. "Only the vagina counts. Pastor Rick told me and God wouldn't let him lie."
"Did Pastor Rick put his dick in your asshole after that?" Julie continued questioning her friend.