CAT-309

“You know that doesn’t count.” Rachel sighed. “Well why don’t you come back here, and…” Fantasia trailed off when Rachel gave her a dark look. She pouted her lips, and crawled over to sit beside me. Though our naked thighs brushed, I no longer felt the overwhelming attraction. Whatever she was putting out she’d stopped now, and though I recognized that she was pretty, I was not consumed with desire. “Where are we going?” I asked. “To save your brother and mother.” Rachel said from the front, casually shifting gears, “Lucy’s got them locked up in her palace, so that’s where we’re going. First, I need to solicit the help of some old friends.” “And I’m her oldest friend.” Fantasia said proudly. “More like my oldest acquaintance.” Rachel chuckled from the front. Fantasia stuck her forked tongue at her. “That doesn’t mean much if she’s only been down here a year.” I muttered. “A year? Rachel?” Fantasia laughed, “Rachel’s been down here for billions of years.” “Huh?” I asked, “She was born in ninety-ninety-nine!” “Not your ninety-ninety-nine, silly!” Fantasia seemed to think I was hilarious, “The last nineteen-ninety-nine!” “What…” “The universe expands and contracts, but heaven and hell stay constant.” Fantasia explained with a miming gesture. “Oh.” I said. What else do you say when you you’re sitting next to two billion-year-old women? “You can always talk about the weather.” Rachel said. God, that mind-reading shit was getting annoying. “Sorry.” Rachel chuckled. We drove for another hour, most of which I spent trying to ignore Fantasia. Though she’d turned off her seduction, she still teased me relentlessly; rubbing against me, brushing my tit “accidentally,” stumbling when we hit a nonexistence bump only to magically end up straddled across my lap. You would’ve thought someone with billions of years under her belt would be more mature. Despite her oddly-childish pestering for sex, Fantasia was not an unkindly girl. When we stopped at a Wal-Mart (I wasn’t surprised hell had one) to get me clothes, Fantasia offered to run in and procure them, saving me the humiliation of walking nakedly through an underworld box store. I should’ve known the succubus would settle for nothing less than the sluttiest outfit she could find. I scowled at her as she grinned deviously, and I reluctantly pulled the gauze “dress” over my body. “God, that looks so fucking hot on you.” Fantasia sighed, unabashedly eye-fucking me. I dared a look in the window, and caught asian my reflection. The white translucent garment hugged the modest swell of my breasts, draped generously from my nipples, and narrowed to my waist. The garment was hemmed in such a way that it ended just where thigh met glute, and wrapped my succulent asset tightly enough to push into the crack. With direct lighting, nothing was hidden. “I look like blowjob a whore.” I muttered. “I know, right?” Fantasia giggled, apparently amateur pleased with my review. She rested her chin on my shoulder, and grinned back from our mutual reflection, “Hell’s virgin bachelorette,” Fantasia tied a black velvet choker around my neck, “ready and willing for one lucky demon to ravish her innocence away.” “You’re Hardcore fucking insane.” “There’s no room for sanity down here, Emily.” Fantasia said into my ear, “This place really is hell if you try to control yourself, but it cumshot can be heaven if you let yourself go.” She took my chin between her thumb and finger, and turned me until our faces were a breath apart, “I’ll keep you safe, but only as safe as you want to be kept.” Fantasia winked, her thick lashes tickling my own, we were so close. After some time, Rachel pulled us over next to what looked like a hedged maze. “So? When fourth period came, my history class, I asked for relief. 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He thrust his hips forward and his cock smeared its precum over Mindy’s full, soft lips. She shivered with pleasure as I began to tease and play with it.