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Damien stood in front of his locker, spraying a light spritz of Hexx body-spray across his bare chest. His hair was still damp from the shower, having toweled off but not had time to air dry completely yet. He was planning on ditching his last period of the day anyway, so he’d taken his sweet time in the showers, letting the scalding water soothe his stiff muscles after working out. He’d had the locker room to himself, or so he thought.
“Daaamieeen,” came Polly’s sultry voice from behind him, making his shoulders bunch up visibly and his back muscles go taut. Whenever Polly dropped by unexpectedly and used her pleading/sexy voice, she usually wanted something and it meant something incredibly hot or unbelievably stupid and ill-advised was about to take place. Quite often both.
Gritting his teeth, he made a visible effort to relax his shoulders and slowly turned to face her. His heart leapt into his throat when he saw she wasn’t alone. She was sitting on a bench, with Miranda kneeling on the floor in front of her, Miri’s back to her so they were both facing him. Polly had a mischievous cheshire grin and was running her fingers gently through Miranda’s hair, soothing the merprincess’s nerves. It helped somewhat, but Miranda still had a nervous little smile and an adorable blush gracing her pink cheeks.
Damien’s own blush was more subtle, thanks to his red hue. Horny, needy Polly was a semi-regular occurrence with which he was accustomed to dealing. Miranda was…a new variable. He had always been attracted to her, but her often staggering naivete had prevented him from ever putting the moves on her. It would’ve made him feel like he was taking advantage of her. Polly’s smirk, and whole general life’s work, along with Miri’s nervous, excited fidgeting made him assume they weren’t here for anything wholesome. “Polly. Miri. What’s up?”
“You tell me, big boy,” Polly said while leaning over to rest her chin on Miranda’s shoulder and gaze at the meaty bulge stirring in Damien’s shorts and licking her lips. She reached around to brazenly grope Miranda’s small, perky breasts through her blouse, making the princess gasp softly and bite her pouty lower lip. “We were in Haunted Math class, and Miri was asking about phantom integers. I can’t remember *exactly* how the conversation turned toward me telling her what a big swinging dick you have, but it seemed to get her all hot and bothered so I suggested we come let her see for herself. You don’t mind, do you Dames?”
He was grinding his molars, and consciously wrapped his tail around his own leg to keep it from thrashing tellingly. Polly knew damned well how he felt about Miranda, and was furious at her playing both of them like this. He couldn’t help but notice, however, that Miranda’s gaze was following Polly’s, and he was getting hard in spite of himself. Miranda was fidgeting and rubbing her thighs anxiously together, it didn’t look like Polly had been lying about her being all worked up. She was clearly here under her own free will, her own interest and curiosity, even if Polly had clearly manipulated the situation.
He elbowed his locker shut behind him and took a few slow, measured strides toward them, taking the time to get his breathing regulated and make sure he looked cool and collected. He reached out a hand to caress Miranda’s porcelain-smooth cheek, glancing down at her with almost uncharacteristic concern. “Miri? You sure you’re okay with this? I ain’t gonna be mad if you’re not.” Not at her, at least. He shot Polly a quick glare.
Miranda closed her eyes and nuzzled her cheek affectionately into Damien’s palm, making his heart skip a beat and his cock throb. She smiled sweetly up at him, her long lashes batting. “Yes, sweet prince. I very much want this. Ah-” She whined as Polly, unfazed by the tender moment between tentative lovers, lightly pinched and tweaked her stiff nipples for a moment before beginning to deftly undo the buttons of her blouse from the collar down.
“See, Damien? She’s fine. And don’t worry, princess, I’ll give you some pointers as we go.” Polly kissed at the side of Miranda’s neck, sliding off the edge of the bench to kneel on the floor behind her so that her ample breasts pressed snugly against Miranda’s back. “Why don’t you start by giving those shorts a tug down and seeing what we’re working with, hm?”
“Okay,” Miranda muttered nervously while reaching out to hook her thumbs under the elastic waistband of Damien’s snug black boxerbriefs, which he filled out quite flatteringly. He had to remind himself to breathe as she took a moment to muster up her courage and give them a swift yank down to his mid-thighs. She gasped audibly as his meaty, semi-erect cock sprung out into the open to bob lewdly a few inches from her face. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung slightly open as she beheld it, twitching and slowly but steadily rising and stiffening. “…by the depths...”
Polly was about to excitedly whisper hotly into her ear the suggestion that she play with it, but the princess surprised her by taking the initiative on her own to reach out and wrap a dainty hand around its girth. Damien hissed softly as she slowly began to stroke up and down its turgid length, admiring its girth, at how hot and alive it felt in her grasp. She slid Miri’s blouse down off her shoulders, letting it fall open in the front enough to expose her modest chest, rising and falling at a steady but slightly elevated pace with her breathing. Polly’s hands then reached around to begin caressing their way up Miranda’s smooth inner thighs.
“Miri-” Damien reached out to brush his fingertips through her hair, brushing a wayward lock behind her ear. She smiled timidly at his evident approval, giving his now achingly stiff cock a tentative squeeze and stroking a little harder. Miranda leaned forward, lips parted, tongue extending to graze gently at the underside of his swollen cockhead. She gave it a slow swirl, collecting a pearl of clear, slick, glistening precum that oozed forth before wrapping her lips around the very tip and suckling lightly. “Fuck…”
In terms of pure physical stimulation, it was much less vigorous than he was used to, but the sight of his heart’s desire on her knees eagerly beginning to indulge her fascination with his dick was arousing enough to make up for her timid, amateurish technique. Polly kneeling behind her, feeling her up and coaxing her on, certainly didn’t hurt.
Damien was normally quite aggressive when it came to sex. Had this been any other girl, or guy for that matter, by now he would’ve been palming the back of their head and dominantly urging them to take it as deep as possible, ideally to the base down their throat. He didn’t wish to overwhelm Miranda, however, and was content to let her experiment at her own pace.
Polly shared no such compunctions. While one hand slid further up Miri’s thigh and beneath her skirt to begin rubbing expert fingertips against her damp pussy lips through the thin material of her panties, she buried her fingers in the princess’s hair over the back of her head and urged her forward. She didn’t shove her down hard, or particularly far ─ she was assertive, not cruel ─ just enough that instead of barely kissing the tip, her mouth was now stuffed with that engorged cockhead and a couple inches of swollen, veiny shaft.
Miranda let out a surprised little ‘mllph-?’ as her eyes widened, but Polly shushed softly against her ear while stimulating her needy little royal pussy, smirking as the mermaiden’s hips began to rock. “Yeahhh…just like that. Suck it. Make a firm seal with your lips…apply firm, steady suction, and bob your head.” She began to guide Miranda’s head up and down slightly, establishing a rhythm for her, watching gleefully as the shy princess began to properly fellate the spicy demon prince’s impressive cock. “And don’t forget to work your tongue as you go.” She nibbled at Miri’s earlobe while sliding a hand down into her panties, rewarding her obedience and enthusiasm with unobstructed pleasure to her dripping sex. She wasn’t penetrating her yet, just working her fingertips slowly up and down and occasionally pausing to rub back and forth over her clit.
Miranda let out a muffled little ‘mmhmmn’ as she slurped up and down on Damien’s cock, now taking it as much as she could without it getting near enough to the back of her throat to trigger her gag reflex. Her tongue pressed firmly to the underside of his shaft, and after a few moments of having her pretty green eyes closed as she focused on her task she opened them, gazing up at Damien to gauge his reaction and seek his approval.
Damien groaned through gritted teeth, his cock throbbing in her mouth as he fought back hard against the urge to buck his hips and fuck that adoring, angelic face. Polly’s advice and encouragement as she gave the sheltered princess a crash course in cocksucking were paying off in spades, Miranda’s technique quickly progressing from novice to intermediate. The promiscuous poltergeist often found ways of making it hard to stay angry at her for very long.
Miranda’s head was swimming. She and Polly had fooled around on occasion, and it was always a memorable experience which she’d recall in vivid detail while touching herself for days afterwards. Being this sexually adventurous in the boys’ locker room of all places, where they might get caught, added a new level of thrill. Then of course, there was Damien. The handsome, forceful prince with a seldom seen softer side who seemed to have a particularly soft spot for her. Seeing how excited he was to participate in this lewd act with her, how turned on *she* was making him was…in a word, intoxicating. She became overzealous in her efforts to please him, and produced a muffled ‘gllrk-!’ sound as she bobbed her head far enough down his length to gag herself.
It had just grazed the back of her throat, nothing too drastic. She pulled back, coughing a couple times before getting her breath back under control and resuming her previous pace. He cheeks burned a hot, deep pink, thinking she’d embarrassed herself with the graceless slip-up ─ not knowing that few things made Damien throb harder than someone gagging on his cock. Polly seized the opportunity to advance Miranda’s tutelage. Tightening her grip on her silky hair, she urged her forward again just shy of the point where she’d gag again, and held her there while murmuring into her ear.
“Try taking it deep, sweetie. Relax. Deep breath. Swallow hard when it touches the back of your throat.” Miranda trembled a little, nervous but willing to trust her friend not to steer her wrong. She took a moment to calm herself, and as soon as she stopped shaking Polly pushed her head slowly forward. She let out a subdued little ‘glk’ as her gag reflex kicked in, but followed Polly’s advice and forced herself to swallow and was thus able to momentarily thwart it. Damien’s twitching cock slid partway down her throat before she began to cough and sputter, and Polly pulled her back.
Damien panted with brazen desire as his cock cleared her lips, twitching and now glistening with her saliva over half his length. “Damn, Miri. That’s good…” He caressed behind her ear-fin with his fingertips while rubbing his stiff, slick cock lewdly against her cheek and she beamed up at him, proud of herself. Polly was also proud, enough to slide a few slender fingers into her protege’s tight little pussy. When she opened her mouth to cry out in pleasure, Polly shoved it back down around Damien’s cock with a wicked grin. “What a good little cocksucker. Keep practicing, just like that. Try to take it a little deeper each time…” She began to pump her fingers smoothly in and out of the overwhelmed princess while coaxing her head up and down Damien’s dick.
Damien grunted gutturally, pleasure slowly eroding his willpower in his struggle not to buck his hips. Miranda was making a commendable effort to deepthroat him, taking him a little deeper with each attempt. She gagged and drooled, her eyes watered, her slender neck bulged obscenely around his girth. She pulled back each time it became too much for her, resetting herself and trying again. The degree to which he cared for her and wanted to protect her was at war with the primal, animal mating desire to grab two fistfuls of her hair and skullfuck her until he came down her throat, as he would have had it been Polly in her place.
She wasn’t going to take the whole thing. It wasn’t that Damien doubted her ability, that she couldn’t eventually manage it with patience and practice, but he was getting close, and at this rate he was going to blow before she got that far. Miranda’s keening little whimpers in between her lewd gagging and slurping sounds were increasing in pitch and frequency as Polly vigorously fingered her, fluidly rolling her hips against the wild ghost’s relentlessly stimulating hand. Sensing she was close, Polly rubbed hard and fast over her clit while purring into her ear, “Cum for me, you little slut.” She buried her fingers back into those quivering folds and pistoned them into Miranda the few more times necessary to bring her crashing over the edge.
She let out a muffled scream which vibrated pleasantly around Damien’s cock, her spine arching and her legs trembling as she came. Her hands gripped desperately at the back of Damien’s thighs, needing something to hold onto. Damien growled, his cockhead swelling warningly in her mouth. “Miri, I’m gonna-”
Polly scrambled to her feet, leaving the still-dazed princess clinging to Damien’s legs to not wobble over in her lightheaded post-orgasmic haze. “Oh, fuck yeah,” she cooed as she reached around Miranda’s head with both hands to grasp the base of Damien’s twitching cock. She eagerly jerked him off into Miranda’s mouth, gazing with unrepentant lust down at the erotic scene she’d orchestrated. “Cum in her mouth, baby. Look how bad she wants it~”
He’d been on the edge to begin with, the added friction from Polly’s hands and the dirty talk made him utterly lose it. His tail shot out to coil several times around her neck in a slow, firm squeeze and he let out a desperate, almost pained-sounding groan as he exploded within the confines of the princess’s hot, wet mouth. Miranda moaned, and Polly giggled as her cheeks bulged out a bit to accommodate the volume of the demon prince’s load, beginning to dribble from the corners of her lips. “Swallow it, princess.” Tightening the seal with her lips around Damien’s shaft just below the head, she performed a pronounced, exaggerated gulp before opening wide and rolling out her tongue to show that none remained, save that which stained her lips and chin.
Polly knelt down beside her, grabbing her by the hair and turning Miranda to face her as she leaned in. Her tongue darted over the sullied mermonarch’s angular chin to gather the errant strands of Damien’s cum before pulling her into a deep, hungry kiss. Miranda whimpered and slid her arms around Polly’s neck, tilting her head to sink blissfully into the passionate exchange. Damien stumbled back a step, intently watching the girls make out and share his cum while his still-hard cock jutted out proudly in front of him. “Fuckin’ A…”
Polly eventually broke the kiss, nipping at Miranda’s lower lip with her front teeth as she drew back, turning her head to wink at Damien. “Liked that, huh? And see, Miranda, what’d I tell you? He’s still hard. If you get him worked up enough, he’s usually good for at least two rounds.” Miranda blushed, but smiled sheepishly at Damien and his impressive endowment that was indeed still at full mast. Slightly puffy-looking and sensitive so soon after orgasm, but showing no sign of softening.
“Yes, Polina, he’s as virile as you promised.” She laid her head against her friend’s, nuzzling her before they helped each other stand. Miranda shrugged her blouse the rest of the way off, and cast it aside. Reaching behind her, she undid the clasp of her skirt and let it fall to the floor around her ankles. She drew down and stepped out of her soaked panties, leaving her in only her gleaming black Mary Janes and white ankle socks as she stepped toward the bench.
Damien rushed forward to take her hands, helping her to ease herself down on her back lengthwise along the bench, with her ass parked right at the edge, which made her smile and drew a blush from Damien as he was caught being gallant. Polly rolled her eyes, but smiled to herself regardless. Being left out of the position planning would’ve been hurtful if these two weren’t so clearly crazy about each other.
She wasn’t to be entirely forgotten, however. As Miranda laid herself out, gazing eagerly up at her prince who was prepared to take her, she suddenly remembered her friend and turned her head to glance with concern in her direction. “Wait, what about Polly?” Damien turned to gaze Polly up and down. Even if Miranda was primarily the one he wanted, Polly had mostly sat out the first round of this sexcapade and hadn’t gotten off yet. It didn’t seem precisely fair, even if he had been angry at her at the beginning of all this.
Polly chuckled, cocking her hips at a sassy angle and folding her arms over her chest. “Well, since you ask, I did have something in mind, but it’s a little bit…unorthodox.”
How unorthodox? Find out in Chapter 2, coming soon! Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk.