Curse Of Desire: Complete And Uncut (Taboo Erotica)

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by Anya Merchant


  “Well one of them was uh, teasing me, I guess?” he said. He wasn’t even convinced by his own excuse.

  “I need more than that Tim, tell me what she was doing.”

  “Alright Ms. Ashby. If you really want to know, she was sucking my uh, well, you know…” he trailed off, unable to come out and say the word in front of his typically stern and proper teacher.

  “Your cock?” Ms. Ashby said, smiling suggestively. “The girl was sucking you cock, Tim?”

  “Yeah. Actually, both of them were.” Tim looked directly into Ms. Ashby’s eyes. He could hear it in her voice, and was surprised that it had taken him this long to realize that she was just as affected by him as all of the other girls.

  “They both were sucking your cock, Tim?” Ms. Ashby seemed to falter slightly, as though she didn’t know what direction to go in next. “Well…did it feel good?”

  “It felt amazing, Ms. Ashby,” he said, standing up from his chair and stepping closer to her on the desk. “It felt so good that I came, and blew my load on one of their faces.”

  Ms. Ashby looked at Tim. Her eyes were filled with desire, but her cheeks blushed red, and her body seemed tense. She was more conflicted than the rest of them, Tim realized.

  “Well Tim, that’s, that’s not okay,” she said. Tim was drawing closer to her, and the space left between them seemed to pulse with erotic magnetism. “You can’t just have your cock out in school, it’s not okay. And you can’t have girls sucking it, sucking your hard cock.”

  “I can’t, Ms. Ashby?” Tim was right in front of her now and he leaned his face in close enough to feel her breath on his face. “Maybe I should have a woman suck it instead!”

  He leaned in and kissed her deeply. Tim felt her tongue tease at his, and responded in kind. One of his arms wrapped her into an embrace, and his other hand roamed up to her breasts, feeling the fabric of her blouse and bra and the soft flesh of her tit.

  “Tim, I, I can’t believe this,” Ms. Ashby leaned back onto the desk, sliding papers and books off as she made room for her body. “You should, I think you should…go”

  Ms. Ashby seemed to sending conflicting signals. Her words were clear enough to Tim, but her legs were spread wide, and she pulled him on top of her as she dropped her back onto the desk. Tim began feeling up her breasts and body eagerly, and rubbed his crotch against hers.

  “Do you want me to go, Ms. Ashby, or do you want me to fuck you like the porn starlet you are?” he asked, pulling down her panties underneath the skirt as he did. “I know all about your past.”

  Ms. Ashby bit her lip and began to undo Tim’s belt.

  “Do it,” she whispered into his ear as her legs wrapped around him.

  Tim’s rock hard cock seemed to spring out of his boxers and instantly to attention. Just as he had noticed earlier that morning, it still seemed unusually large. He guided it towards the entrance to her cunt and found that it was already wet and inviting.

  “Oh Tim!” Ms. Ashby yelled as he plunged his tool deep inside her. She was tight, and Tim found himself being overcome by a fog of sexual desire. This woman was the masturbatory fantasy of the entire male population of the school, and he had her begging for his cock.

  “That’s right, Ms. Ashby,” he said, increasing his pace. He held her shoulders and pulled her into him with each stroke. Her pussy was tight and seemed to cling to Tim’s dick like a fitted glove.

  “I’m going to cum for you, Ms. Ashby,” said Tim. “I have to earn an A in your class somehow!”

  He fucked her hard against the desk. The sound of their thighs slapped together echoed throughout the classroom, and Tim was thankful for the door being shut and locked. Ms. Ashby was moaning loudly, and her tits were bouncing in rhythm with every stroke. After a minute, Tim saw her tense up in the familiar manner of an orgasm. He slammed his dick into her pussy a couple more times, and then pulled out and felt his cock explode into an orgasm, spraying white hot cum all over her tits and face.

  Both of them took a moment to just breathe, enjoying the orgasmic bliss waving through their bodies. Then Tim came back to reality. He had just fucked his teacher, the one woman who seemed to be able to at least somewhat resist the effects of the curse. He pushed himself off her, pulled up his pants, and headed for the door. He felt strange, as though he was beginning to understand his predicament and the downsides to it more clearly.

  “Wait Tim, please,” Ms. Ashby called after him as he turned to leave. “Don’t tell anyone about what just happened…and we shouldn’t do this again, ever.”

  “Of course,” said Tim, knowing in his head that in reality he could have this woman at any time he wanted in the future, if he was so inclined. “As long as you can find it in your heart to give me an A on the final, this never happened, at least as far as I’m concerned.”

  She smiled at him, and then Tim unlocked the door and stepped back out into the hallway, closing it behind him.

  CHAPTER 7

  First period was long underway, and almost all of the other students were in class. One of the overhead lights was burned out, giving the hallway a desolate vibe. Tim started off towards his locker. He debated whether or not to make his way to his first class this late, suspecting that there was the distinct possibility of it turning into an incident like the one before. He reached his locker and opened it up, pulling out his books for the day and loading them into his bag. Maybe it’s best to just head home and get homework assignments delivered by Marco, he thought.

  As he shut the door to his locker and started towards the exit, he noticed a figure standing in the hallway, staring at him.

  “Tim,” he heard the voice call out, recognizing it as Lisa’s. “What the hell, Tim? Are the rumors that have been spreading around true?”

  He walked toward her slowly, his head angled down slightly. After everything that had happened, the last thing he expected was to feel guilty about the fallout from his ex-girlfriend hearing about his exploits. Tim managed to bring his gaze up to hers as he drew close.

  “Yeah, it’s true,” he said, forcing the words out of his throat. “But you have to understand, there’s more to it than I can explain!”

  Tears formed in the corners of Lisa’s eyes. He had loved her, contrary to the sarcastic tone he often found himself taking when it came to their relationship. He still did love her, to a certain extent. Most likely, if it wasn’t for the strange events of the day, they would have ended up back together. In the back of his mind, he had occasionally pictured them going to prom together, applying to colleges together, and being a functional couple, like they were supposed to be.

  “You can’t explain this away, Tim,” she said, tears flowing freely now. “I feel so stupid. I trusted you, you know…”

  Tim felt his heart ache as he heard her words. The entire day had been something out of a strange dream for him, and he was desperately hoping that this is the moment he would be allowed to wake up. The real consequences of his actions, intentional or not, were right there in front of him in the form of this poor, distraught, teenage girl.

  “I’m sorry Lisa,” he said to her, “I’ll find a way to fix this.”

  “You’re such an asshole, Tim,” Lisa stepped forward and collapsed onto his chest. “Go ahead, do whatever you want to me, fuck me like I’m just another one of the sluts you seem so fond of.”

  Tim hugged her, kissed her on the forehead, and then pushed her away.

  “I said I was going to fix everything, and I mean it. I’ll be back here for your forgiveness Lisa, once I’ve set things right. And eaten lunch, I’m totally starving.”

  Tim turned and walked out of the school without looking back. He could feel Lisa’s gaze on his back, and knew that she was standing in the same spot he had left her, watching him.

  The sky was dark and overcast as Tim made his way out to his bike. His mind raced with ideas about how to get his situation back to normal. It all started with the creepy old man in the unusual shop. Tim pulled his bike o
ff the bike rack, but right before he could hop onto it, he noticed a figure coming his way from the corner of his vision. He turned, and saw Marco coming his way, followed by Carter in the distance.

  “Tim man, I tried to explain to him that it wasn’t true,” said Marco. “He thinks he saw his girlfriend, well, uh, sucking your dick.”

  “It’s true Marco. It was me.” Time forced a smile as he spoke the words. “Well, me and her. It takes two to tango, as all the health teachers love to point out.”

  He knew that the comedian aspects of his personality found this whole situation to be hilarious, but as the day dragged on, the true nature of this spell he found himself under was beginning to make itself clear. It wasn’t a spell at all, it was a curse.

  “You bastard!” Carter exploded into shouting as he made his way over, and proceeded to grab Tim by the collar. He almost felt like it was happening in slow motion, and noticed that he wasn’t overtaken with the same sarcastic resignation he had found himself feeling the day before. Rather, he felt pity for Carter. It wasn’t his fault, he was just dealing with the wake of Tim’s decisions the best he knew how to.

  “I admit it Carter,” he said to him, looking him right in the eyes. “Do what you have to do. But avoid my face if you can, that’s the real money maker.”

  Carter punched him right in the eye. Tim reeled back, and then picked himself up, surprised. The blow had not felt any more intense than the punches he routinely received from his baby cousin. Carter was breathing heavy and showing no sign of having held back out of mercy. Tim walked back over to him, arms at his sides.

  “I will fucking kill you!” Carter yelled, following up with another punch. This time it was to Tim’s abdomen. Though the punch lifted him up off the ground, he felt almost nothing, and landed easily back on his feet. He began to consider taking a dive and letting his arch nemesis get the apparent revenge he so desired, when Carter reached into his pocket and pulled out a small blade.

  “Put that thing away,” Tim said to him. Strangely, he felt calm, almost zen. “It won’t do either of us any good to end up in the hospital.”

  Carter seemed to not hear him.

  “I will fucking kill you!” he repeated, and then charged at Tim, the hand with the blade pulled back and ready to strike.

  Again, things seemed to Tim almost like they were happening in slow motion. Carter’s hand with the knife carved towards him through the air. He saw it as though broken down into a thousand tiny movements. Tim stepped to the side easily, grabbed Carter’s arm, and then twisted. The captain of the football team went flying through the air, and landed in a crumple on the ground. Tim turned back to him in time to see him roll over, and his eyes were immediately drawn to a patch of blood on his shoulder.

  “Oh god, oh god!” he cried. The blade had gone in about an inch, and seemed to hang from Carter’s upper arm as though it was a dart cast into a dart board.

  “What the hell did you do?” Marco cried.

  “I didn’t mean to, I was just trying to stop him,” Tim said. He took a step towards his friend, and Marco took a step back.

  “He has like eighty pounds on you…” Marco’s voice was mixture of disbelief and fear. “You tossed him like he was a bag of leaf trimmings.”

  Tim heard another voice cry out over his shoulder, and he turned back towards the school. Tara and Lisa were headed his way.

  “Oh my god, Marco!” Tara cried as she sprinted over. As she approached the scene, she seemed to shift her path closer to Tim. Her body was oriented towards him even as she kneeled down next to her boyfriend.

  “Get away from me, you whore!” Carter shouted. Tim could see tears welling in her eyes. She began to sob uncontrollably, and instead of helping her bleeding boyfriend, she stood up and collapsed her face into Tim’s shoulder. Lisa was only a couple feet back, and seemed to be observing the whole scene as though it was in a foreign language.

  “I don’t know you…” She said, backing away from Tim. “I don’t even know who you are.”

  She turned and ran into the school. Marco slowly walked after her. Tim felt his heart pounding painfully inside his chest. He gently shifted Tara off of him, and walked over to his bike. He climbed onto it and started peddling.

  CHAPTER 8

  His pace was fast and deliberate, and it only took him about 10 minutes to make the trip. When he arrived at the store it looked much like it had the night before, except it was closed. Tim pulled at the locked door handle, cursing his luck. He turned to leave, resigning himself to his fate as he walked back to his bike. Before he could start off, however, the door opened, and he looked back to see the figure of the strange old man standing inside.

  “What is it you want?” the man asked. Tim looked at the man in the light of the day, with his tobacco pipe and trailing robes, and felt relief course through his body.

  “You gave me something last night,” he said. “The red liquid in the bottle, I drank it.”

  “I gave you that? Hmmmm….” The old man appeared to be thinking about something intently.

  “Wait, what is it?” Tim asked, feeling as though his fears were about to be confirmed. “Is it permanent?”

  “I’m just surprised,” The old man said smiling. “I have a really bad habit of giving things away for free when I get too drunk, but I thought I only had a few shots last not, very strange.”

  Tim looked at the old man blankly, at a loss for words.

  “Bring me back the bottle,” said the old man. “I don’t remember giving you anything last night, very strange indeed.”

  “Thank you, I’ll get it and bring it back to you,” said Tim.

  He turned and climbed back onto his bike, and began to speed back to his house.

  By the time he made it home, he was almost completely out of breath. Dropping his bike on the front lawn, he rushed through the front door and up the stairs.

  “Tim, is that you?” he heard his mother call as he made his way into his room. He didn’t answer. The last thing he needed at the moment was another encounter with her.

  Tim checked his desk for the bottle, and found nothing. Wasn’t there where it had been left last night, he wondered. He began searching his room, calmly at first, but eventually building up with what can only be described as frenetic energy. He looked under his bed, pulled off his blankets and pillow, went through all of closet, his bookshelf, and everything else he could think of, to no avail. Desperately he searched through his book bag, thinking that he must have put it there absent mindedly.

  “Tim, what’s going on?” Angela was at the door of his room. She was wearing tight black yoga pants and a workout top that showed off an immense amount of cleavage. Oddly this sight excited Tim much more than he expected, and he felt his dick hardening quickly and almost painfully inside his shorts.

  “Mom, oh, hey…” he trailed off as he began to speak to her. Something about her just made his mind fog over. She was so hot, how had he never noticed it before? Her tits would perfect, they would feel so nice to grab and fondle. He took a deep breath and tried to force the unwanted thoughts out of his head.

  “Have you seen an ornate bottle in here by any chance?” he asked her. His mom was walking closer to him with a smile on her face, still clearly under the influence of the liquid that Tim had taken. He felt himself wanting her to come closer, and in fact started to walk towards her as well.

  “Oh yeah, I found it on your desk,” she said. “I came in here to grab your dirty laundry earlier, and it kind of jumped out at me. I thought it might be liquor at first, but it was much too sweet of a drink for that to be the case.”

  “You…you drank some of it?” Tim asked. He found himself aching with desire for his mom, and the pieces clicked in his mind instantly. So this is what it feels like to be on the receiving end, he thought. His dick ached and he felt his hands reaching towards his mom’s body as if of their own will.

  “I drank all that was left,” she said. “Sorry! I still have the bottle th
ough, it’s pretty cool.”

  “Give it to me, quick!” Tim said, loudly and urgently. “I have to bring it back to the guy I got it from.”

  “Oh, I’ll give it to you, Tim,” Angela said, her smile and tone of voice becoming much more seductive. “It’s right here, you just have to come over…and get it from me.”

  Tim took another step towards his mom, and then another. She was holding the bottle in her hand. He meant to reach out for it, but found himself instead pulling her into an embrace.

  “Oh no, mom, we should put some space in between us,” He said. The words left his mouth but fell on deaf ears. Angela was rubbing her body against him like a cat in heat.

  “Let’s just hug for a minute,” she whispered hotly into his ear. “Doesn’t it feel good?”

  Tim couldn’t think straight. He wanted her so bad, and the fact that she was his mom only seemed to make the situation hotter.

  “We can’t,” he said, and then as if purposefully contradicting himself, he pushed his lips against hers and kissed her deeply.

  Instantly the room seemed to come alive with fire. Tim’s hands roamed all up and across his mom’s body, feeling the nape of her back and the curve of her breasts. She reached down and roughly pulled his shirt off over his head.

  “Oh, Tim!” Angela cried passionately. She pulled his shorts down to the ground and then licked the fabric of his boxer briefs and the skin on his stomach and chest as she stood back up.

  Tim was seized by his urges. He quickly began ripping his mom’s clothes off, first her shirt and then her tight yoga pants, leaving her wearing only her lace bra and panties. He pushed her onto his bed, and then mounted her and began kissing her intensely as he groped at her chest and ground his hard cock against her crotch.

  “Do it Tim,” she said to him. “I want you to fuck me, Tim. Fuck your mommy.”

  “Oh god!” Tim undid her bra, releasing her gorgeous breasts. They were huge and soft, with perfect pink nipples and a full, natural shape. His cock was aching with the need for release at this point, and he pulled it out of his boxers and aimed it at her panties. Angela was just as horny as he was, and pushed her crotch up against it. If it wasn’t for the thin layer of fabric she still had on, it would have penetrated her, and Tim quickly pulled down her underwear and set about doing just that. He teased the opening of her cunt with the head of his cock before pushing all the way in, and then had a strange thought.

 

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