Effy & the Forbidden Book Ch. 09

CHAPTER 9 - An unexpected fetish.

"Hey," Isha said, sitting down next to Effy. "Did you get that book you needed?"

They had just had a lesson together, with Amy. Effy had rushed off to the library after, before they had all agreed to meet again and have lunch together. It had been a tough lesson, with Effy and Isha stealing coy glances at each other. Their actions last night still fresh in their minds.

"Yeah," Effy replied, "it looks like it had a lot of information on The Hunters, their history, and what role they play in keeping us safe."

"It's good. I promise you," Isha said, "it'll explain everything." Isha had spent a lot of time studying the elite group of sorcerer's. Her own ambitions were to become a Searcher, she hadn't told Effy yet. Effy's invite to the Hunters Guild and their exploits last night now complicated matters slightly.

"What is a Searcher?" Effy asked, making Isha jump. Luckily Effy didn't notice, she was too busy taking a huge bite of her sandwich.

"All Hunters have an assistant, a Searcher," Isha explained, "someone who helps locate the Hunters bounty, and assists with information on whatever they're after. The role itself is highly sought after and difficult, you need a lot of knowledge on various dark creatures." Isha had never shared her desire with anyone, another of her hidden secrets. One now Effy knew and had joined in with last night, this one she would share later. Effy got to choose her Searcher, and it was unfair to put pressure on Effy to select her.

"You have a lot of knowledge on dark creatures," Effy said, "You always get top marks in Mr Ferris's class. " Effy turned her head, her brown eyes met Isha's.

Isha just nodded and looked down. Luckily the subject was interrupted.

"Hey fuckers," Amy called from about 10 metres away.

Effy and Isha both smiled at her, then glanced at each other again, their eyes locking before breaking away. Amy eyed them suspiciously as she sat down opposite them, and got her lunch out of her bag. Amy had apologised to Isha this morning for their argument last night, blaming it on too much drink, they were too good friends to be mad at each other.

Effy realised how close she and Isha were sitting together, their legs touching under the table, she tried to scoot over without drawing attention. She wasn't bothered if Amy knew about their sexual endeavours last night, but Isha didn't want anyone to know.

Amy winced as she moved on the bench to get more comfy, her ass hole was on fire, she had been out last night and had hooked up with two men. One had supposed to have been Isha's but she had stormed off. So Amy had decided to have both. She had experienced her first double penetration last night and had loved every minute, giving the girls every gory detail in class this morning. She was paying for it this morning though.

"What did you two do last night then, whilst I was out getting double teamed?" Amy said, testing her growing suspicions.

Isha looked down at her food as Effy glanced nervously in her direction. "Nothing much," Effy said, trying to meet Amy's gaze cooly, but failing miserably and going red. Amy stared at them both.

"You two fucked last night?" she said. A shocked accusation in her voice.

Effy went even more red and looked down. Isha's head shot up. "What! Why would we, what do you mean," she stammered. Looking around wildly to make sure no one overheard.

"I knew it," Amy gasped, "I could smell it when I walked in last night, the smell of sex. You two dirty beasts had been at it. Plus your little glances at each other this morning. It's like watching two love sick puppies."

"Please keep your voice down Amy," Isha pleaded.

"Oh yeah sorry," Amy said, lowering her voice. "I'm just annoyed. Firstly Isha, you should of told me you liked girls and I wouldn't of kept dragging you out for men. I had my suspicions but I thought we were close enough, and secondly, you both could of waited till I was around. You two hotties together would of been even more awesome with me there."

Effy couldn't help but laugh, typical Amy, she thought. Her mind then replaying the scenario of last night, but with Amy there too. The ache between her legs appeared again.

"I'm sorry," Isha said, "I should have told you, but my upbringing and my family's acceptance isn't exactly very modern. I was scared what they would say. Look, can we talk later, when it's more private." Isha's head was looking around everywhere.

'Yeah sure," Amy said, recognising her friend's discomfort. "One of you can tell me all the details."

Effy laughed, "you're impossible Amy," she said. Effy reached under the table and squeezed Isha's knee in reassurance. Isha ignored her. Amy discovering their secret had thrown her.

"That's why you both love me so much," Amy said, and they all went back to eating. Amy starting to go on about her night again.

After lunch Effy had a free period and headed straight to her sex room, she was desperate to try the fantasy mist again. She got there and settled in the position, still in her college uniform, hitching her pleated plaid skirt up a bit. She sat on the edge of the bed, the cauldron on the floor between her legs. As she recited the incantation she realised she needed a wee, probably should of gone first, she thought. Just as her eyesight blurred.

She came round in the toilets of the local pub, a situation she had been in when she had gone out with Isha and Amy. She was queuing for a wee, both cubicles were taken, and she was desperate. She had drunk a couple of pints of cider and had held on way too long. She was in the same tight jeans, squeezing her thin legs, low on her boney hips. She had a crop top on with straps, her flat stomach exposed.

There was a middle aged woman standing outside the left hand cubicle, talking to her friend on the other side of the door. There was also a local woman doing her makeup in the mirror, she was in her early 20s, Effy thought, and a fine ass in her tight leather skirt.

Effy couldn't concentrate though, she was desperate. Full of piss. The two pints sloshing around in her bladder. She looked down at her thin waist, seeing the slight swell of the liquid in her thin frame. She didn't panic though, because she knew the door of the right hand cubicle would open soon and she could go. Anytime now, she thought.

She needed relief soon or she was going to have an accident, her stomach hurt, a pain stabbing in her side. She crossed her legs, and jiggled a bit. If they didn't get a move on she didn't know if she could hold it in, it would start running down her leg. She started thinking about it, how much of a relief it would be, her bladder emptying into her jeans, the warmth spreading. She tried to stop thinking about it but couldn't, it was actually turning her on.

"What the fuck," she mumbled, the two women looking her way. The older one went back to her conversation. Effy was sure though she had been in the cubicle and weeing at this point.

Fuck, she thought, she was on the edge. She shuddered as she thought a bit leaked out, a bolt of pleasure rippled through her too, her pussy starting to get wet. She was desperate for relief, the more she tried not to think about it the more her mind fought for release.

"Oh shit," she whispered, as a bit definitely leaked out, wetting her panties. She clenched trying to stop it, and succeeded, but it wouldn't be for long. The small bit of wee spreading in her crotch, wetting her underwear had been like ecstasy to Effy. The momentary relief of pain and desperation. To experience that feeling again overcame Effy, and she couldn't help but release her bladder.

She groaned loudly as she started urinating in her jeans, the relief almost as good as an orgasm, she thought, looking down as she felt the piss running into her crotch. The warmth spreading on her pussy lips.

A small patch appeared in the crotch of her jeans, spreading backwards over her ass crack. She groaned at the feeling, quickly undoing the top button and shoving her hand down the front of her tight jeans, trying to stop it, pushing down on her crotch as the piss started pouring through. Her hand quickly soaked.

The warm piss ran down the back of her jeans and her inner thighs. The spray was so strong it forced its way through the fabric, beads of pee formed on the material and then started dripping out. Soon turning into a torrent and splashing onto the toilet floor, covering her trainers in piss.

The pee continued its journey down her skinny legs and over her ankles. Finally completing its route and pooling at her feet. It kept coming. All the cider leaving her body through her jeans, the puddle creeping across the tiled floor. It flowed down her leg like a waterfall, a warm flow tickling her skin. She couldn't help but love the feeling.

The two ladies in the toilets stared at her in disbelief, and then the cubicle in front of her opened, a young pretty red haired women stood just in front of her, her eyes looking down over Effy, stood there covered in her own piss, her tight crotch bulging with the hand inside it.

At this point Effy panicked, the fantasy a mixture between pleasure and torture. She wished to get out. Now. Her eyes hazed over and she felt the soft bed on her back, she sat bolt upright, feeling the dampness instantly, seeing straight away the damp patch between her legs. The acrid smell of urine on the sheets.

"Really!" she said, stunned, "that's one of my fantasies. I am screwed up." She felt in between her legs, she was soaked, the white sheets were stained yellow from the pee. She was so horny now though, she looked back down at the cauldron.

"Oh fuck it," she said, waving her hands. The mist settling back over her eyes. Her body falling backwards.

She woke again in the same position, desperate for a wee again. Stood outside the cubicle, her bladder full and needing release. Not again, she thought. She didn't think she'd bother fighting it this time, too painful, but as she was about to let go the cubicle door opened. She just managed to cling on to her piss.

The red haired girl smiled and went over to the sink. Effy hurried into the cubicle and undid her button to her jeans, she pulled them down with her panties and sat on the toilet, instantly releasing the torrent, the noise of the stream echoing through the room. She groaned quietly to herself, the feeling of relief flooding through her. As she went she heard the other women finishing their business and leaving. The flow suddenly slowing to a dribble and then stopping. She wiped and stood, pulling up her tight jeans.

She heard the door open and tried to recall if someone came in at this time in real life. She did her button up and opened the cubicle door. She gasped as she pulled the door towards her and someone was stood right in the doorway. She looked up, recognising him instantly as the fit bartender, his green eyes staring into her brown eyes. She studied his handsome face and short dark hair, her eyes wandering over his muscular torso, contoured under his tight black t-shirt. He looked like he was in his early twenties.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back into the cubicle, plonking her unceremoniously onto the closed toilet seat. He turned and shut the door. Effy admired his firm ass squeezed into his jeans. He turned and lifted her effortlessly to her feet, pushing her against the cubicle wall, towering over her 5'4" petite frame.

They stared at each other as his hand touched her flat stomach, she shuddered in pleasure. Even more so when his hand slid down and unbuttoned her jeans. Then continued on its journey. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as his hand slid between her legs, his fingers entering her intrusively.

"Oh god," she groaned, as he pushed in hard, his hand fighting the tightness of her jeans. She scrambled at his belt, wanting to feel his cock in her hand. Trying to concentrate as his fingers started moving inside her, pushing up against the inside of her stomach. Finding a spot that got her juices flooding her cavity and leaking out around his fingers into her panties, soaking through to her jeans. She squirmed on his fingers, the pleasure was too much, whatever he was doing to her had her already on the verge of cumming.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she groaned, his fingers still attacking the sweet spot. She could feel herself gushing out, her engorged pussy lips squelching with every movement. There was nothing she could do to stop herself, even if she wanted to. She closed her eyes and she cried out as she squirted hard into her jeans, cumming on the man's fingers. Her cunt squeezing his fingers, jets of her own juices drenched her crotch. A wet patch spread rapidly between her legs.

She trembled and writhed, held up by the fingers inside her, groaning wildly as each spasm assaulted her senses. She opened her eyes to find him still staring into her eyes. Studying her orgasm in her face.

Without warning he spun her round, her face pressed up against the cubicle wall. He crouched down and yanked her jeans and panties down around her slim thighs. He stood and Effy could hear him undo his belt and jeans. She stood in anticipation, still in the final stages of her orgasm and desperate for what she hoped was coming next.

"Yes," she moaned as the cock slid into her thigh gap, it felt big. Her legs were held shut by her jeans around her thighs, but her skinny legs allowed some room for maneuver as the cock slid in and out between her legs. The shaft pressed between her swollen pussy lips. The man's hands reached around and felt her breasts through her top, squeezing and kneading as he ground his pelvis into her small ass.

He grabbed her boney hips and pulled them back slightly, her ass sticking out towards him. He positioned his cock against her opening, pushing forward, his bulbous head prising her open. Her legs closed making her tighter, more difficult to take the large cock.

Effy pressed her shoulder against the stall and reached back with both hands, she grabbed her bum cheeks, low down, and pulled them apart, helping the cock inch further in to her cunt. She felt momentary pain as the thick head reached its widest and then she groaned as it entered her, filling her up. He didn't mess around, starting to pound into her straight away, she screamed at the pleasure of the assault on her pussy. His pelvis banging into her ass as the cock buried itself deep inside.

"That feels so good," she groaned. She didn't care this was happening in a public restroom, she knew it was a fantasy. She had never fully recovered from the last orgasm and every thrust was an explosion of pleasure, building quickly again to it's finale.

She let go of her bum cheeks and steadied herself with one hand. The other hand went to her mouth where she covered a finger in spit, returning it to behind her, rubbing over her anal bud and then pushing it into her asshole. The finger slid in, adding to her ecstasy as she felt around inside, sliding it in and out. She was yelping now with every thrust.

He moved his hands to her waist, his large hands almost wrapping around her, digging into her prominent ribs. Every thrust was lifting her off the floor slightly.

"Oh fucking fuck fuck, I'm cumming," Effy screamed, cumming hard again. Her juices flooding out of her, her tight cunt contracting and squeezing the cock inside her. Her asshole doing the same to her finger. She shook and spasmed as she continued to be fucked hard. Endless waves of pleasure assaulted her as the cock slid in and out.

Suddenly he stopped, pulled out with a torrent of Effy's juices hitting the floor, and spun her round. She just managed to pull her finger out of her ass in time as he sat her hard on the toilet, making her grunt. He had his cock in his hand wanking himself off, he grunted, and shot his cum into Effy's face with no warning. Cum hit Effy in the eye and streaked up to her hair, the next hit her in the nose and cheek. She opened her mouth and moved quickly, sucking him in her mouth and catching the next load in her mouth, swallowing him down. The rest she let pool in her mouth, it filled her throat quickly and some dribbled out over her chin, she sucked the rest out.

As he pulled out she lent back, opening her mouth and letting some of the cum run out over her chin, the thick white goo strung out down her front and onto her top. She played with the rest of the cum in her mouth, stringing it out with her fingers, sucking it back in. Staring into the eyes of the man she was putting a show on for. As he stood there grinning, his cock in his hand.

She lent her head back, still playing with the rest of the cum, enjoying herself, when warm liquid hit her in the neck, and then the mouth, mixing with the cum inside, adding a bitter pungent taste. She sputtered as she instinctively looked in the direction of the assault and took some in the eyes, blinding her. She wiped her eyes, opening them, stinging slightly she watched as piss streamed out of the man in front of her. It hit her in the chest, soaking her crop top and running down over her lap. She couldn't help but love the feeling of the warm liquid running over her, how filthy it was, she ran her hands through it over her top, an unnatural amount still coming out.

He moved up and she was ready this time, closing her eyes and opening her mouth as the stream hit her in the face, some filling her mouth. She let it pour out over her body. Finally it started to abate, the odd stream hitting her legs. She looked down. She was covered in cum and piss, her clothes soaked, her hard nipples showing through her wet crop top. Urine was all over the cubicle, splashes on the wall and puddles on the floor. Her new friend pulled his jeans back on, winked, and left her sitting on the toilet.

Effy stayed sat, feeling her clothes and body, enjoying the dirty feel of the liquids on her. After a while she wished herself back, her eyes going misty. She came round on the bed, like the last time she had squirted everywhere. She reached between her legs, rubbing at her clit.

"Shit I Still feel horny," she mumbled to herself. Something touched her arm, her little pet cock nuzzled it's head against her, it was hard and excited. Jiggling slightly as it stood upright.

"Go on then," she said smiling. The cock jumped over her leg and dived straight into her soaked cunt, Effy groaned loudly as it fucked her, orgasming again as it filled her cunt with cum.

She lay there after, thinking of Isha. She felt guilty. Not really sure what it was with Isha yet, but feeling like she had cheated on her. Would she be able to continue all this. Her brown eyes flashed green, of course, she thought, it's only a bit of fun.

If only she knew how wrong she was!

To be continued,

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