Camilla Ch. 094

"Hi!" she said. She was in a tight white T-shirt and blue jeans again.

"Hi," he said. "We're always running into each other. How strange...but great!"

I know, she thought; I always plan it that way. For I control people. They don't control me, as they'd tried to do in a few of my undergraduate classes.

"I'm aching to see you naked again," he groaned. "Would that be OK, 'Mom'?"

"Buy me a new dress, and you can watch me strip in the fitting room,'son'," she said.

"Gladly!" he said, then rushed over to an ATM to withdraw some money.

They went over to Clara's clothing store. Camilla looked through all the dresses, then found a dark blue one that she liked.

"Hey, baby," she said to Danny. "I like this one. Come with me." She had him go into a fitting room. Clara knew what Camilla wanted to do, but, fancying her, happily allowed her to do it; for she was hoping for another chance to have Camilla flash in front of her.

Camilla went into the fitting room with Danny. He was sitting on a bench, and she stood before him, slowly dancing to the electronic dance music playing in the store. Off came her T-shirt and down came her jeans, revealing her pink lace underwear. Then she took off her shoes and socks, again bent over so he had the ass of her pink panties in his face. She rubbed her buttocks against his face, and allowed him to nibble briefly on her panties. She pulled her feet through the legs of her jeans and straightened up.

She took off her bra with the usual wiggle of her tits, dropping her bra in his lap. Then she put her hand in her panties and fingered her wet pussy. She pulled down her panties, pulled her feet through the leg-holes, and stood completely naked before him.

She turned around and bent over, showing off her asshole and pussy again. He gleefully sniffed, and was not only getting used to her faecal smell...he was enjoying it! He wanted to know everything about her divine body, even the dirty parts. She sensed this, and was delighted with his adoration of her whole body.

She straightened up and put on the dress: it was a perfect fit. She'd psychically sensed it would fit perfectly before going into the fitting room, and knew that trying the dress on wouldn't be necessary; but of course, she wanted to strip for her priest-to-be. She quickly took off the dress so he could enjoy looking at her naked body some more.

She opened the door without a care in the world, perfectly content to let anyone in the store, or anyone passing by outside, see her naked. Fortunately for Clara, and the survival of her business, only she saw Camilla's frontal nudity. Clara went up to her.

"Can you ring this up for me, please?" Camilla asked. "The boy's going to pay for it."

"OK," Clara said, ogling Camilla's tits and pubic hair. Wanting to keep looking, and hoping no one else would see, Clara reluctantly walked away to the cash register.

Then naked Camilla, without any warning, casually walked out of the fitting room. "Sweetie, get my clothes and purse," she told Danny. He quickly grabbed them and rushed out, wanting to cover her as much as Clara did.

"As much as this turns me on, Camilla," Clara said, running back from the cash register to cover Camilla, "I don't wanna get in trouble."

"OK," Camilla said. "Let's go into the back room and finish things off there." She insouciantly walked over to the door to the back area with Danny, and they went in.

Clara closed up the store and joined them. She saw Camilla lying on her desk, with her legs spread out wide and raised up over her head, showing off her pussy and asshole.

"Wanna have a taste, Clara?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," Clara sighed, then quickly put her face between Camilla's legs. She licked Camilla's pussy with long, wide inclusive licks, coming into contact with everything from her perineum to her clitoris.

Sighing her gratitude, Camilla said, "Danny. Come here. Suck my tits. Oh!"

"OK," he said, and wrapped his lips around Camilla's left nipple. She was lactating again, and he loved the taste.

Clara was now sucking on Camilla's clitoris, squeezing her lips tightly around that hard little rock. Clara's moaning vibrated against Camilla's vulva, increasing her pleasure.

"Ah!" Camilla squealed. "Danny. Finger my...anus. Oh!" He put his left index finger between her buttocks and rubbed it against her anal orifice, pushing it in a half-inch.

After another minute of licking, sucking, and fingering, Camilla screamed in whistle register and showered her come all over Clara's smiling face. Danny looked over at the lesbian with amazement in his eyes.

"Thanks, both...of you," Camilla sighed. "I needed that."

Camilla, slowly catching her breath, got off the desk and put her clothes back on. Danny sniffed her faecal odour on his finger with a smile on his face. They all went back out to the main store, Clara reopened, he paid for the dress, and he and Camilla left.

"Thanks for the dress, sweetie," she said to him. "I'm going to Club Ritz now. Wanna come?"

"Sorry," he said. "I'd love to, but I can't. My mom needs me to help her with something."

"OK," she said. "Well, I, your real mom, will see you soon. Bye."

"Bye."

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The next day, Danny was walking along Yonge Street, and Camilla, in her 'Goth' look, saw him. She was with Mercedes.

"Danny," Camilla said to him. "Hi! We meet again." She gave him a hug. "Oh, this is Mercedes, another stripper at Club Ritz; Mercedes, this is Danny--my adopted son, if you will."

"Nice to meet you," Danny said to Mercedes, shaking her hand. Having only seen Camilla with her original blonde look, he was more than surprised at how different Camilla now looked, with black hair and eyes, and pale skin. "Did you dye your hair?"

"No," Camilla said. "It just slowly changed. The new look came with my powers. Do you prefer blondes, my cute little gentleman?" She closed her eyes and visualized her original blond hair, blue eyes, and peach skin. In two seconds, she was looking just that way.

"Wow!" he said, blinking in disbelief at what he'd just seen. "How'd you do that?"

"Im a goddess, I told you," she said.

"Really, that's freaky," he said. "You seem more like a witch or something...uh, a good witch, of course."

"Baby, I have a divine spark in me. So does Mercedes now. We no longer have our period; no PMS. Really, I haven't bought tampons in years! You have the divine power, too, by the way: I gave it to you in my milk, remember? You just have to learn how to use the power. Mommy will teach you. Come here--give Mommy another hug."

He went over, and they hugged again.

"Mommy?" Mercedes asked Camilla with a sneer.

"I'm his new Mommy," Camilla said, holding his cheeks in her hands and kissing him on the forehead. "His real mom is mean to him, isn't she, my little angel?"

"Yeah," he said timidly.

She sensed a pang of hunger in his stomach. "You hungry, baby?" she asked.

"Yeah, actually. But I don't have any money on me."

"I'll buy you lunch. Let's all go to Harvey's," she said.

"Oh, Camilla, you don't have to--"

"Call me 'Mommy'," she said firmly. "I like that."

"OK, M-Mommy," he said, embarrassed to be so infantilized. They started on their way to the restaurant.

"Angel," Camilla said to Danny. "As a goddess, I need priests to worship me. Two of my priests--Allen and Sean--died a little while ago, and I need replacements. Could you be one of them?"

"Sure," he said. "I'd be honoured. What happened to those guys?"

"Well, it's hard to explain," she said. "Suffice it to say, they got depressed. Allen died of his depression, and Sean actually killed himself. It was awful."

Vaguely sensing danger to himself, Danny asked, "That isn't gonna happen to me, is it?"

"Don't worry, baby," she lied. "Mommy will protect you." They all went through the doors of Harvey's. She whispered in his ear, "You'll have to wear women's clothes."

"Oh?" he said. "Why?"

"It's just ceremonial, in honour of my beauty."

"Oh, uh, I guess I can do that."

"Also, it turns me on to see my pretty boys looking feminine," she said. Standing up close before him, with her tits pressed against his chest, and holding his head in her hands, she looked in his eyes and--in her 'Marilyn' voice, purred, "You do wanna turn me on, don't you?"

"Of course I do," he said, his dick getting hard again.

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Indeed, she made him do all the things she'd made her other 'priests' do: cross-dress, and be a passive partner in gay sex with Ron and his gay friends, all while Camilla and Mercedes watched. Similarly, the gay sex--both anal and oral--was filmed and posted online. Sensing that Danny wouldn't willingly do such extreme things to please her, Camilla used her mind-controlling powers to make him do it. However artificial it may have been, she enjoyed watching his submission all the same, and decided that, finally, the day was soon coming for him to have sex with her.

On the day that he was to go over to her house, Camilla had Emily take Eros out to an amusement park for the day. Camilla mercifully allowed Danny to come over dressed as a man.

When he rang the front door to her house that afternoon, she answered the door completely naked. "Hi, sweetie," she said.

"Hi," he sighed, looking up and down her body.

"Come on in," she said. He came in, and followed her upstairs, him immediately behind her. With her bottom just up in front of his face, she deliberately stopped two times to let his face push against her buttocks. After the second time, she asked, "Did you enjoy that, sweetie?"

"I sure did," he said. They went into her bedroom.

"OK, baby," she said. "It's time for you to strip for me." He took off his shoes, socks, T-shirt, and jeans; when she saw his white briefs, she said, "What adorable underwear you have, sweetie!"

"Oh, uh, thank you." He took them off, and stood naked before her, with his hard-on pointing out forward at her.

"You look so cute naked!" she said with a grin. "Come with me, baby. Let's go into the bathroom."

"Aren't we going to fuck?"

"Danny! Nice boys don't say naughty words."

"Sorry."

"If you pass all my tests of devotion, I'll take your virginity," she said as they entered the bathroom. "Get in the tub, and lie on your back."

He lay on his back, and she got over him and squatted. "What are you gonna do?" he asked, correctly anticipating a golden shower.

"I'm gonna baptize you in the name of the Goddess," she said. Then a golden line of piss poured from her urethra all over his chest, splashing drops on his face and neck. She moved up, getting her pee on his neck and face: he received it all with a smile on his face. She squirted out a few last drops, then straightened up and got out of the shower stall. She sat on the toilet.

"What now?" he asked, standing up.

"Don't get out of the tub," she said, farting and letting out a few turds. "Just stay there as I give you your next test of devotion." A few more turds dropped out of her asshole.

"I love hearing your beautiful asshole in action," he said, coming more and more to understand coprophilia, when the crapper is a goddess.

"Thank you, sweetie," she said, dumping a few more shits. "Some good news today: Garth Van Duyne won the provincial election. The Green Party is running Ontario for the first time ever!" She farted, and shat another log.

"Wow," he said, sniffing away. "I never thought I'd vote for the Greens. I always believed the Conservative Party was the way to go. At least that's what my parents always tell me. Meeting you has really changed my life in so many ways."

"OK, I'm done," she said, getting up and flushing the toilet. She got some toilet paper, got on the floor on all fours and pointed her muddy asshole at him. "Clean me, please."

"Yes, Goddess," he said. He delighted in wiping the brown off her asshole to reveal its pretty beige colour again. He was very thorough, removing every streak of brown that he could find between each wrinkle.

"Good boy," she said, getting up. She got in the shower stall with him, and they washed each other's bodies completely clean, inside and out. After towelling each other dry, they left the bathroom and went back into the bedroom.

Camilla lay on the bed on her back and spread her legs, raising them up so both her pussy and asshole, fresh and clean, were in view. He got on the bed, eager to put his cock inside either hole.

"Just a minute, sweetie," she said. "I want you to lick me first."

"OK," he said, then put his face between her legs. He put his tongue on her asshole, then pulled it up from there to her vaginal opening, then to her clit, all in one long lick. He repeated that lick several times, and Camilla--sensing that his lack of sexual experience would limit her pleasure--used her psychic powers to let his tongue and fingers know what to do. She visualized Candice's abilities at cunnilingus being in his tongue. Within seconds, he was licking, sucking, and fingering her as well as Candice used to do.

He sucked on her now-swollen labia as his finger gently pushed its way inside her anus. She ran her hands through his hair, sighing and moaning. Then he slipped his tongue as far inside her vagina as he could reach, tickling her G-spot with it. Her sighs and moans got louder.

His finger and tongue switched places, and his finger slid all the way inside her pussy, prodding her A-spot while his tongue flickered enthusiastically against her asshole. Finally, he brought his mouth up to her clitoris and sucked on it with tightly sealed lips. She screamed in whistle register and coated his face with her come.

"Good boy," she sighed. "Now let's...do a...69."

They got into the sixty-nine position, with her on top. She took his hard-on in her mouth while he began licking her pussy and asshole. She played with his balls and wrapped her upper lip tightly around his bulging corpus spongiosum. The tip of his tongue rolled over every wrinkle on her anus while his finger went back inside her dripping wet cunt, massaging her G-spot.

About to come again, she used her mental powers to make him bring his wide-open mouth down to her pussy, ready to catch the waterfall. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, screamed again, and gushed in his mouth, with only a little come dribbling down the sides.

"OK, baby," she said. "I want...more head." She got on the bed on her back again. "Go between...my legs."

"What about...me putting...my cock in?" he asked, bringing his face down to her cunt.

"I'll deflower you...in a minute."

He began fluttering his tongue against her hard clitoris. She played with her tits and pinched her nipples as she squealed to the sensations of his mouth. He sucked on her labia and slid his finger inside her pussy, tickling her G-spot again. She came a third time, soaking his face.

"Good boy," she sighed. "OK, now you're worthy. Put that...big thing...in me." She gave him some Kleenex to wipe his face clean.

"Alright!" he said, kneeling between her legs. "VIrginity, good-bye forever!" He got on top of her in the missionary position, and slid his cock in slowly. Her sighs got higher and louder with each extra inch he went inside. Finally, he got all the way in, poking at her A-spot. She screamed and came all over his cock and balls.

"That's one...shot of come," she said, her voice shaking from his aggressive thrusts. "Make me...come once more...during this fuck, and I'll...let you...put it in...my anus. Oh!"

"Oh, yeah!" he grunted, and fucked some more.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

He put his hands on her tits and squeezed them gently. She, putting her arms around his neck, looked in his eyes appreciatively as she felt his huge boner ramming away inside her. His eyes mirrored that appreciation, but for taking away his virginity. He'd been especially anxious about losing it after she'd made him have gay sex with Ron and his gay friends. Danny couldn't believe how compliant he'd been about that; he didn't want to believe she'd hypnotized him into taking it up the ass and giving guys head. He dreaded contemplating even the possibility of his being gay, but now, she was making him feel like a man...even though she still wanted him to call her 'Mommy'. This sex with her made it easier for him to forget the gay sex before.

Her screams grew louder and louder, and her squinting face raised his hopes that she would come soon. Oh, how he wanted to put his cock in her pretty asshole!

"Ah!" she screamed, drowning his cock and balls with her come. "You did it, baby. You can now...put it in...my anus."

"Oh, thank you, Goddess!" he said joyfully. He pulled his cock out, and she rolled over to be on all fours, spreading her legs out and pushing her ass back so he could see her asshole. "Do you have any lubrication?"

"Don't need it, sweetie." She then used Nigrovum to lubricate her asshole. He watched in awe as it slowly got wetter and wetter, inside and out. She looked back at him with a 'Kitty' smile. "OK, pop it in."

"OK," he panted, then pushed the tip of his cock against her opening anus. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the entry. He got his cock in an inch, and she moaned softly. He pushed in another two inches, and he grunted with pleasure. Finally, he got his cock all the way inside her rectum, and she let out a high-pitched squeal of delight.

He started pumping away. He thrilled to the tightness of her anal lips, which squeezed around his rock-hard shaft. He was surprised--as Mr. Baker had been--to feel her rectum open out. Still, he was enjoying himself no less.

She turned her head to the side, with her eyes still closed and with that Cheshire 'Kitty' smile, and softly sighed as she felt his cock stimulating her rectal walls, as well as her neighbouring vaginal wall.

"Are you...enjoying that, sweetie?" she asked.

"Better than...anything else. Oh!" he groaned.

"You're gonna...come soon. Pull it out. Come on...my ass. Oh!"

He pulled his cock out, and she used her psychic powers to make him shoot his load all over her buttocks. His come dripped down her crack, some going a little inside her gaping anus.

"OK, baby," she said. "Clean it off."

"With a cloth?" he asked.

"No, silly. Eat it."

"Oh, OK." He put his face between her buttocks and started licking and sucking all of his wad off her ass. She looked back at him and smiled, delighted to have him worship her ass so devoutly.

He'll make such a good priest, she thought.

"Thank you, Goddess," he said between licks.

"You're welcome, and keep voting for the Green Party. Always support Garth Van Duyne."

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Camilla regained consciousness, finding herself 37 again, and in the Montreal public aquarium.

The spirits of Mr. Grisham, Mr. Hanson, Mr. Chen, and Wayne were having her now, on the night of the sixth day of her unending ordeal. She was being forced to suck Grisham's invisible cock, to receive Mr. Hanson's in her always-coming pussy, to feel Mr. Chen's in her ass, and to have Wayne's between her tits, with his invisible hands squeezing her tits together. She could feel the men's malice.