The Generator: The Succubae Seduction (22 page)

Squirting some into my hands, I lather them up, before rubbing it into her smooth back. For the first time I notice how toned her body is. Must be from all the martial arts training. I wonder if any of it has to do with having sex with me. Has she changed in the way Jennifer had? It’s impossible to tell. She was skinny in an athletic way when I first met her.

Using my fingers and thumbs to dig into some knots on her back, I turn the back wash into a massage and enjoy the sound of her soft moans. Her small rear keeps bumping against my groin, and I’m hard in no time. I ignore my own state as I move my washing massage to her arms, and then to her hands.

“Mmm, I love a good hand massage,” she murmurs, her blue eyes looking into mine. Her body turns to face me. She can’t miss how hard my cock is. She goes to grab it, but I stop her.

“Not yet,” I say, smiling at her confusion. “Let me take care of you first.” I still feel guilty for cheating on my girlfriends, and consider this small penance.

Finishing with her hands, I move to the front of her shoulders and then scrub between and under her breasts, studiously avoiding her hard nipples. Her stomach is next, and I take a couple moments to wash out her belly button. She giggles delightfully as I finger the shallow hole.

Turning her sideways, I wash her right hip and buttocks, before moving down her thigh, to her knee, and then work the muscles in her calf. Dropping to my own knees, I take her foot in my hands and spend a few minutes on it. I watch her face and enjoying the looks of pleasure my hands are giving her. Even with the water and soap running down her body, I can tell she is getting turned on by how swollen her labia are.

Staying on my knees, I turn her to face the other way, and repeat the process on her left hip and leg. When I’m satisfied with the job I’ve done on her left foot, I stand, and before I can say or do anything, Lisa’s arms are around my neck and her slippery body is plastered to mine. Her tongue forces its way between my lips. I grin as I allow it access. My hands drop to her tight rear. I pull her even tighter to me, my prick stiff and pleasantly smashed between us.

“You need a shave,” she tells me, but then plasters her lips against mine again.

It finally dawns on me that this is the first time I’ve been alone with Lisa, and am actually turned on by the idea of devoting my attentions to just her.

Using my grip on her bum, I lift her up without breaking the kiss, and gently guide her onto my rod. She moans as our connection becomes complete, and even I can’t hold back the sounds of my own pleasure.

My right foot slips slightly, and I have to turn and press her to the wall, while bracing my feet on the side of the tub, to keep from falling. She grunts as her back hits the wall, but her legs wrap around my hips, and she begins to use her abs to move her hips up and down my cock. Her insides feel so soft and warm as my penis conforms to her, and I begin to match her pace.

My right hand slips a little more under her, and I easily slip my middle finger into her anus. Lisa goes wild at the added sensation, and I feel the strength of her orgasm wash over me, taking with it any feelings of fatigue that might have lingered after the police station. All the while, our mouths are wrestling with one another, and her kissing becomes more frantic and powerful.

Her legs drop from my hips, and I carefully let her down as she pulls away from me. The water running down her hair makes it look darker than usual, and her blue eyes sparkle as she smiles up at me. Her chest heaves, and the effect of the water beading on her soft skin is quite erotic. “What is it about you that always feels just right? You seem to know just what to do to please me.” Her hand goes to my groin and moves along the length as she gives me a surprisingly chaste peck on my cheek. “Now, we just need to finish you off.”

Lisa grabs the soap and squeezes some onto my member, before rubbing it in. Her hands feel great, and she has a powerful grip as she jacks me off. Just when I begin to think she plans on finishing me this way, she turn around, and rubs my head against her puckered brown hole. Once she has me lined up, she pushes back hard, and I find myself delightfully ensconced within her colon.

I place my hands on her hips, but she turns, shaking her head. “No, you took care of me, let me do the work now and take care of you.

Not willing to argue with such a request, I place my hands behind my back. I moan gently as she pulls forward, and then slides her rear back onto my aching pole. Watching as my length slips in and out of her sphincter, while she screws herself on me is really turning me on. The feeling of her tight bum gliding up and down my soapy length and her firm globes slapping against my thighs, draws forth moan after moan from me. It doesn’t take long until I feel that familiar churning in my scrotum and grip her hips, forcing her to pick up the pace. To my surprise, she pulls away, and drops to her knees in front of me, using her awesome grip to jack me off again. My first volley of semen blasts onto her chin, before she re-aims me, and the rest of my seed splatters across her chest.

I have to brace a hand against the wall as I climax. As soon as she’s done milking every drop from me, she begins to scoop it off her chest and lick her fingers clean.

“Mmm, I love the taste of cum, and yours always seems to give me extra pleasure!” I wonder if that’s because of my incubus abilities, or something else?

“If you two are done fooling around in there,” Becky yells, “dinner’s ready.”

We both laugh as we get out and dry off. Becky watches us unashamedly as I use one of their towels. “I hope she didn’t wear you out, Lyden, because I expect some attention tonight, also. It’s the least you can do since you had us so worried.”

It’s the least I can do for more reasons than that, but I keep my mouth shut.

Dinner is a simple fair of green beans and hamburger in some kind of sauce. Despite its simplicity, it tastes rather good, especially considering the fare I’ve been having lately.

“Thanks for taking me in tonight,” I tell the two women as I get up and start cleaning my plate in the kitchen sink. “I promise I’ll get a motel room tomorrow, staying there until I can find another apartment to move into.” I have no idea what I’m going to put into a new apartment though. I didn’t have renter’s insurance on my old one, which is part of the reason the police believed that I had nothing to do with it burning it down. Maybe the apartment managers have some kind of insurance to compensate its tenants, but luckily I still have all that money from whoever overpaid my rent. I strongly suspect it’d been Angela that’d paid all my bills, but I have no way to prove it, and no idea where she would have gotten all that money.

“Don’t be crazy,” Lisa states, bringing me her plate, “you can stay here as long as you need.”

I open my mouth to protest, but Becky cuts in first. “I know we don’t know each other well, but there’s no sense in spending money on a motel room, when we both have a perfectly comfortable bed to share.” From the way her eyes sparkle, I have the feeling that they’re not going to take no for an answer, and that there won’t be a lot of sleeping going on in those beds. Whatever luck led me to these two women, I don’t know whether to curse it, or thank it. A month ago, these two young ladies wouldn’t have looked at me twice. Today, they can’t seem to
stop
staring at me.

My theory is proven right after I finish cleaning the kitchen—yes, I cleaned it, because I’m a guest and they’re letting me stay here. It’s the least I can do. The women practically rip off my clothes. It’s not until many hours later that that the women go to sleep. For my part, I’m too full of life to even think about slumber.

* * * *

Jennifer grins at me after Becky drops me off at my office building.

“Well, Mr. Snow. Have a good day off yesterday?” She gives me a wink, and even goes so far as to pinch my rear as she allows me past the security checkpoint. Somewhere she’s picked up a smaller uniform, one that somehow fits her considerable assets while conforming to her hips as well. I’m not the only person that notices her body, and there is even a slight scuffle as two guys walk into each other, because they were staring at her.

“I tried calling you last night,” I tell her, wondering why she hadn’t answered.

She grimaces slightly, and I wonder what’s wrong. She glances at everyone around us, before responding. “I’ll talk to you later. See you at lunch?”

What’s going on? I wonder as I take the elevator up to my floor. It’s not until I walk in, and can feel Sheila’s cold glare that I remember what Jennifer had told her.

Sitting at my desk, I see I’ve already received an email from my boss.

          Mr. Snow,

It has come to my attention that you have a girlfriend. I will not play party to such behavior. As of now, we are through. I will tolerate no further such behavior from you.

There isn’t even a signature at the end. I glance up to my boss wanting to explain, but she’s studiously
not
looking my way. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to come up with a plan to get her alone, without appearing suspicious to my coworkers.

Come to think on it, should I explain? Sure, Jennifer isn’t really my girlfriend, but I do have a girlfriend or two. Other than having an angry boss, maybe it’ll be good to stop fooling around with her. Once again, I’m tempted to just up and quit this job. It’s not like I don’t already have enough stress in my life!

Something stops me, though. It’s not that I need the money, but with my apartment gone, my car destroyed, and my entire life flipped upside-down, my job is the only thing I have left that even resembles normalcy.

Why did Angela have to come into my life? Everything started after she showed up in my office. Once more, I feel a pang of hurt from thinking about the succubus, which inevitably reminds me of Brooke leaving. Somehow with everything else going on, I’d almost forgotten about the pain of them leaving.

I need to get over them. They’re my past, and I need to concentrate on the present.

“Mr. Snow, get back to work,” Sheila states a little louder than I think is truly necessary, but I get back to work nonetheless.

Lunch comes painfully slowly, and I head down to the lobby to meet up with Guard Lansbury.

“You showed up,” the now skinny woman states. From her tone I can’t tell if she’s happy or disappointed. She walks an arm’s length away from me as well, and now I’m truly curious as to what’s going on. We walk to a deli around the corner. I offer to pay for her, but she refuses.

“Look,” she starts when we sit down with our food, and I immediately feel my heart sink, “you know I like you, Lyden, but things have been a bit weird. No, let me finish,” she says when I try to interrupt. I close my mouth. “You’re involved in something very dangerous, and I’ll help you out if I can, but I’m not going to hang around just looking for trouble.”

“I understand,” I tell the pretty woman, and I really do understand. Truth is, I probably shouldn’t even be around Becky and Lisa, but I’m still human. I need some level of companionship. Now that four women have basically rejected me in less than as many days, I’m beginning to wonder what’s wrong with me.

Just last week I could have my pick of women. This week I’m lucky to have. . . .

Wait a minute! Why am I getting down on myself? I have two, count ‘em,
TWO
girlfriends. Just because I don’t have six? What kind of demented man am I? After last night, I’m not sure if I can really handle any more than two women right now anyway. What
is
wrong with me?

Yeah, Guard Lansbury’s decision is a good thing, I tell myself.

I only wish my heart would buy what my head is selling.

We try to talk amiably through the rest of lunch, but I think we both know it’s strained.

When I get back up to my office, I find a flyer on my desk for a church gathering this Saturday, and know that AnnaBelle must have placed it there. My first response is to rip it up and throw it away, but maybe this is what I need right now.

“AnnaBelle,” I say to the woman sitting in the desk next to mine, “I’m truly sorry for what I said on Monday. It was inappropriate, and while I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I’ll do what I can to go to this event.”

“It’s not my forgiveness you should strive for, Lyden, but our Lord and Savior’s. Only he can truly forgive.” I hate this pious attitude, but I’d meant what I’d said about being wrong in my behavior. “But know that I have already forgiven and forgotten your words from Monday. You’re a young man, and I remember when I was younger. I’ll see you there.”

I nod that I will indeed be there, and even though I’m dreading the experience, I actually intend to follow through.

The rest of the day flows smoothly, and despite the occasional glares from Sheila, I actually feel somewhat better.

After work, I take a cab to Lisa’s Dojo. She finds an outfit for me to start getting trained in. At first I’m embarrassed to be lumped into a group of young children. Even though I know I’m a beginner, and I have to start somewhere, having a six year old kid flip me onto my back is humiliating.

I find out that Aikido is a martial arts form that doesn’t use strength so much as holds, pressure points, and avoiding direct attacks. It takes me a bit to get used to thinking like this, but after the umpteenth time of a child controlling my movements, I start to pay better attention.

I catch a ride home with Lisa, and offer to make dinner. When I serve my concoction up, we all agree that I may not be the best cook.

Both women are still thankfully satisfied from last night’s marathon session, and I’m actually able to get a little sleep sandwiched between the two attractive women. This time we’re in Lisa’s bed as Becky’s sheets are still in the laundry because of last night.

The rest of the week seems to go by smoothly. Even Sheila Lance stops glaring at me, only snapping at every little distraction from work.

No more assassins show up to kill me under TanaVesta’s orders. No more drama from any women. Jennifer tries to treat me as she used to, before our first kiss, but we both agree it’s too awkward, and our interactions end up reduced to curt greetings. Every time I see her walking her rounds, I have to laugh at all the men ogling her. She tries to grimace every time she catches someone looking her way, but the way she moves her hips, or readjusts her clothing lets me know she’s enjoying the attention.