Pleasure Spirit Chapter 3

Pleasure Spirit

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This story contains loads of paranormal stuff as well as magic and (gasp) a plot. I will try to have as many sections start with sex as possible, but the first section will require background.
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Chapter 3: Baring all at Breakfast (humiliation, MF, oral, exhib)

“What if Lucius comes down while I’m here?”

“Hopefully that’ll stir him into taking a woman lover.”

“Aw, I have a good gaydar and our boy is a lot of things but playing on the all-boys team isn’t one of them. I don’t even think he’s a switchhitter.”

“I wish he’d grow a pair, his lack of even trying for women is an embarrassment. So what if he fails his first 20 to 30 times. Only one woman even spoke to me in 22 times.”

“That’s only because I used all my social capital to get my fellow students to let me be the first one who said ‘yes’ to you.”

“Really? Girls would do that then?”

“Yes.”

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Meanwhile, in Lucius’ room: Nayla decided that alarms were overrated, she unplugged his clock radio using psychokinesis and slipped under the covers. She took his erection into her mouth and began giving what she intended as a quick blow job. What she didn’t know was he was already deep into a wet dream and he popped seconds after she sealed her lips. She gulped loudly as she tried to keep up with his cum. She licked his penis and kissed his head, then slid up and planted her lips on his, then penetrated his mouth with her tongue.

Nayla’s face broke into a smile: good morning.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome; and I thank you because I get nourishment from all pleasure experienced near me.”

“Then I should correct what I said earlier… thank you and you’re welcome.”

“You’re welcome and thank you, too. What was happening in your sleeping mind just before you came?”

“I was having a wet dream. What time is it?”

“It’s 0606 give or take 6 minutes, to borrow your father’s timetelling.”

“Yup, Marine or guard at a military contractor, he still uses the same 24-hour time.” He hated to admit it, but he thought in 24-hour time rather than 12-hour time. If 12:00 and 12:00 were close to dawn and dusk, 12-hour time would make sense and be more usable to him, but 12:00 and 12:00 were about as far from sunrise and sunset as possible, so one cycle of 24 per day made more sense, even if it started nowhere near dusk or dawn.

He got dressed and went down the stairs. He ordered Nayla to follow but be invisible. As he dressed, she put her amulet around his neck and he put it under his shirt. At the bottom of the stairs, he got a shock: full frontal of his mother from crown to the top of her bush. “Mom, you realize you forgot your clothes.”

“It’s your father’s idea. He’s embarrassed that you’re a virgin. Don’t let others pressure you on when to lose your virginity.”

“Dad, What, just because I haven’t fucked two women submissively, you think me a faggot?”

He paused more for effect than anything and said, “Yes.”

“D&S as well as B&D are torment or torture, not sex. I don’t have problem having friend or friends who love shagging their own gender, but that to me is about as disgusting as B&D… okay, getting head is getting head as long as I don’t suck a cock and put mine in an asshole, I don’t see at as homosexual sex. Well, I’ll need to add circle jerk to complete my definition of homosexual sex.”

“What?”

“There are 3 sexes when it comes to having sex. Men, women and the mouth that’s giving you head. If you’re not returning the favor than what matter is whatever is attached to the aforementioned mouth?”

John muttered, “My son the half-faggot.”

He ignored his fathers remark. He ate his breakfast and took no looks at his naked mother.

“Look at your mother and tell her what looks good and bad on her at least two of each.”

“Very well. I know that many of my fellow students think of her as one of the hottest Moms and while I wouldn’t go as far as calling her a MILF, she looks very good when compared to most 33 year olds.” His mother was in her late-40’s and all 3 of them knew this. “Your legs and belly are very toned. To paraphrase a character, Costas, on one movie that I caught almost everything the title: stretch marks are not ugly, they show a woman that has loved children enough to have her own.” He deliberately went beyond Costas’ intent in Shirley Valentine, but neither of his parents had seen this movie.

John said, “At least two bad things.”

“Mom, your hair is a mess. It’d look much better in a psyche knot or a pair of braids one by each ear. Also, women, in general, look better with no hair below the tits, except for the hair that has roots in the scalp and is long enough to hang below the tits.” He thought as loudly as he could to let his mother know that he wasn’t trying to be cruel.

Nayla could only grant wishes that gave someone pleasure (or reduced pain). Despite the not-always paralleling of these two things, a pleasure spirit could do both of these. Note: that sex need not be a part of the wish for a pleasure spirit to make it so, only increasing pleasure or reducing pain for SOMEONE (even if it increases pain or eliminates pleasure for another).

The first day in his Junior year, he avoided getting tripped by several jocks (some accidental, some deliberate attempts) and clotheslined by an inattentive freshman nerd over 10 inches taller than him, but his weight (133 to 140 pounds) if not less, while he pointed out a new-to-him-sight to a fellow freshman. This was just between arriving on campus and getting to his first period: History (run by a severe-looking, blue-gray haired lady). He saw Beth and 2 other women that got him fantasizing about them.

He long ago came to believe Beth was uninterested in romantic relationships (she he’d not waste his time). He decided to chat with both new women, trying not to do anything to make either think he wanted in their pants right then (but he was talking to them and each assumed he wanted her). Nina was a slightly overweight hispanic immigrant with the tits that were somewhere between a D or 2 each. She was 5 inches taller than him when they were both standing, but he made the ultimately successful effort to look her in her face, not near her covered areolae. Shui was 5 inches shorter than him, daughter of a democracy advocate in People Republic of Chinese. She took one route, her mother and unborn brother took a second and her father took a third route to the United States. Alabama’s newest US Senator had eeked out an upset win but harping on his opponent’s uncaring attitude towards persecuted democracy advocates. Her mother and brother were in Taiwan (and for political reasons the Taiwanese would neither let her leave the country nor transport her back to red china). News coverage told Lucius this much but he had the grace not to bring these things up. He thought to Nayla, “I want you to give both those women wet dreams tonight. They get passionately loved by a faceless man with my body and they have orgasms, squirting orgasms if they can.”

Nayla replied, “Nina can… she was born on Valentine’s day, that makes sense in a way. Shui cannot, she lacks the biology to do it.”

“Why?”

Nayla knew it was Nina he was asking about, “She’s an Aquarius: she gives water easily. Strange, the China doll’s name means water; la Slavadora’s name is based on the Spanish word for girl.” Nayla’s assessment didn’t do Shui’s appearance justice: she was hotter than most from the Orient part of Asian to those who have an Oriental fetish. The hispanic teen plus her mother and siblings were legal immigrants from El Salvador.

He would have been successfully blindsided once by the back up quarterback for the football team, had Nayla not interfered (tripping him). When he fell, his bookbag fell against the base of a tall, narrow bookcase. She then caused a large trophy on the top of that bookcase fall and slammed on the small of his back, narrowly missing his spine, but shattering 2 ribs and bludgeoning one kidney so bad doctors had to remove the shredded pieces or he’d die.

Later that day, several girls taunted Nina (calling her a wetback among other things). She wanted to act, but didn’t, so Nayla acted on his wishes and the battery in one of their android phones shorted and spurt acid against her hand. In a panic she face planted into the boys’ room door, screamed in frustration, cried in her panic and washed her hands. Lucius was in that bathroom at the time. Urinating at the urinal whose ‘privacy panel’ nearer the sinks was mostly broken off. Lucius looked at the near-woman and said in a faked Cambridge University accent, “I do believe one of us is in the wrong W.C. Would you agree?”

She looked him up and down, then blushed.

“My dear, nothing about your figure is embarrassing,” he continued to use the faked accent, “so, no need to blush… by the by, see anything you like?”

She fled the bathroom. In the end she had no permanent damage, although their plans to put an embarrassing clip on youtube was implemented by another (recording her, not Nina’s, misfortune). The next few weeks, he had lunch with Nina several times, no date, no kiss, but she accepted a sympathy hug from Lucius when her cat got crushed by a garbage truck. Nayla decided to bar the pair in a storage closet: Their wheelchair-bound mathematics and computer teacher sent the pair into the classroom’s supply closet to get the solar powered calculators for a computer lesson (demonstrating the formula they were supposed to use in the program itself). Nayla caused two jocks who had hated each other for years and now wanted the same girl to each hear the other question the other’s heterosexuality. Not unexpectedly, this quickly attacked each other in their struggles, they hit a wide steel bookcase, which Nayla helpfully sent into the outward opening door, slamming the door sheering off the door knob and causing the interior half to fall into the closet. Nina yelped with the slamming door spanked her. Nina was no fan of enclosed spaces: Bullshit, she was a claustrophobe and could only stand a school bus or other non-motorcycle because of all the clear windows.