Pagans Revenge

"Heather," he gasped.

"That's it."

"Heather... Heather... cum... Heather."

"Yes! God... fuck." She hit her orgasm, falling on him.

She was still a bit wore out from Jack, but she was out for more than just stealing another of Taylors boyfriends, it was revenge for tricking her.

"Fuck me Darius, I wanna have that dick pounding me," she rolled over.

Darius musters the energy to mount her.

"This good, or doggystyle?"

"This... good."

Taylor and Jack are walking around looking for him.

"Where the fuck is he at, the bathroom upstairs wasn't that busy," Taylor worried.

"You gonna cum in my pussy, Darius?"

"Uh-uh," he said," fucking her like a robot.

"Here I go... gonna cum."

Darius is just on autopilot, letting his body do the work, her legs are wrapped around him, pulling him as she climaxes.

"If you're tired, you can lay on me... c'mon."

He lies down on her in to missionary, thrusting harder, her arms join her legs in holding him.

Taylor checks the bathroom downstairs, asking if anybody seen Darius, describing him.

"Fuck yes! Don't stop till you cum! I'm fucking cumming!"

"Ummm," Taylor wondered, listening to the door.

"Hah... Heather."

"Darius," she questions. "Jack! Jack!"

"Darius! Cum for me!"

Taylor runs to the living room yelling Jacks name, he runs to her, following her to Heathers room.

"Hey, they're busy in there, go get a beer or find another room, or something," first girl menaced.

"My boyfriend is in there... fucking move," she opened her fist, pushing her palm in to her chest, sending her flying in to a wall.

"Bitch, by the time she's done, you might not have a boyfriend anymore," second girl grabbed her.

Taylor snapped a finger making her hand release and both arms fold behind her back, running her fingers across her mouth zipper style, throwing it at her, causing the girls lips to lock shut. Levitates the girl by her hair, moving Jack to the side and tossing her in to the other girl with a hard fling of her arm.

"Damn," is all Jack musters.

Everybody else gives her room to move, the two girls slightly unfazed by alcohol content, free to move, gather themselves up, ready to pounce as she reaches the knob. Taylor turns, snaps her fingers, pointing two at them, they're arms wrap around each other and their lips lock. Jack mutters a spell under his breath, giving one an upset stomach, giving himself a small cheer when one girl tries to drop to her knees, as the other tries to yank herself free of the tight brace. The other girls body starts to convulse as she pukes in the others mouth. She tries to scream as it fills her mouth, shaking her head, flinging the others around, trying to break the kiss. Jack looks on in joy, as one girl pukes in the others mouth, her uneasy legs drop them both. The other cries as her mouth as she struggles to not swallow it, before puking herself.

"Darius, no," Taylor yells, running in the room.

"Heather... hah... Heather," he continues, getting close.

"Get off of her!"

"That's it! Don't stop till you cum Dar-dar! I need it," she grins at Taylor.

Darius is locked in, pounding away, Taylor tries to pull him off.

"Uhhh... cumming Heather."

"Nooooo, what the fuck?!"

"Heather," he yelled as he came.

He didn't stop, stroking his sperm in to her, she held on until Taylor bit her leg. She kicked at her and Darius just lay on her.

"Get... off... of her," Taylor yanked at him.

When he stumbled to his feet and noticed her, he grabbed her chest, reaching for her ass, trying to get a hand down her pants and up her shirt. She broke free of him, slapping him in the face.

"What did you do to him?!"

"Oh... show him what a real woman is, freak."

"Did you drug him," she cried.

"Yeah, that was payback for tricking me, a nice lil cocktail."

"Tricking you? I didn't want you fucking him! I knew you were going to!"

"Yeah well; I was going to try, but after that stunt with that Jack boy, I not only was going to fuck him, but make sure he was my sex toy. Ya know as much as you hated it; the guys you wanted fucked me of their own will... I made sure to take this one by any way I could, not to mention I know you somehow broke my heel. Those were expensive," she sneered.

Taylor pushes Darius off his feet when he goes for her again. Heather walks up to her smiling, kneels near him pushing his head to her chest and he starts sucking.

"The fuck you give him," she ordered.

"Some of this and that to get him high and sex crazed... look, I think he's ready for round two. How about my sloppy seconds?"

With tears in her eyes, Taylor breaks him free of her tit, slapping him several times until the pain registered. He looked up at her, following her fist to Heathers face.

"Shit... what's going on," he asked groggily.

"The fuck you think?"

He looks at a naked Heather holding her eye, at himself, back at his crying girlfriend.

"Why am I so horny... wait... my face hurts."

"She just raped you."

"Did she? I barely remember... oh... oh Tay Taylor I didn't-."

"You did. Get dressed so we can fucking leave, god damn it."

Darius struggles to get his clothes on, while Heather giggles at the both of them. Jack watched in disgust, knowing not to get between the two girls.

"You want another one," Taylor threatened.

"Bring it bitch," she closed the gap.

Heather grabbed her hair, hammering in her head, Taylor heaved haymakers in her stomach. Jack helped Darius get together as quick as he could.

Taylor ran Heathers head to a wall breaking her grip, tears still running down her face.

"Hey Taylor, I got him, let's get him home... or to the E.R. or something."

She gave Heather one last look, before helping Jack get Darius out. A small crowd of people watched best they could, clearing a path for them to leave. Jack notices those two girls aren't moving, puke had ran out their noses, they seem to be passed out. Taylor claps her hands, freeing them.

Heather walks out behind them, giving a quizzical glance at the two girls laying on the floor, "Hey, don't forget to call me tomorrow, Dar-dar!"

That was it for Taylor, she pulled a pocket knife out, slicing at Darius arm, blood on her fingers, walked over, pushing her palm in to Heathers chest, magically pinning her to the wall.

"You want him, here, have a piece," she shoved her bloody fingers in her pussy, thumb on her clit, "fuck like a proud stud, to have every man. A real stud you'll be, let it ruin your plan. A horny boy where it counts, you'll be, when you use them as toys you seek. A girl so manly, needs a stick in her panties. When she's touched soaked, it'll be woke. Let it hide only when she's dry."

Heathers body convulsed with energy, refocusing to her loins, Taylor pulled her hand now dry and clean, releasing her, as she dropped to her knees holding her crotch in pain.

"What was that, was it supposed to scare me?"

"You'll see... knowing you, real soon."

Taylor went to wipe her hand across Darius cut, noticing it was healed all ready. She looked at Jack.

"Uh yeah... I've been studying... surprise?"

She gives him a look and helps him get Darius to her dorm room, "I should have something to cleanse him, in my room."

"What was that?"

"A spell... curse... tell you later."

CHAP4

A few nights later Heather is ending a date with a guy she heard had a really big cock and wanted to test the waters to see if it were not only true, but if she could take it, if it is.

"This was fun, but I got an idea that'll be even funner," she teased.

"What's that," he asked.

"My bed with you. Sound good?"

"Yeah. If you can handle it," he grinned.

"Only one way to find out."

One the ride back to the sorority house, she's rubbing his crotch to get a rise out of him, watching it grow down his leg.

"You act like you've never been with a black dude before."

"I have... just not this big... damn."

"I've been wanting to get a piece of you anyway."

They walk in her room, she locks the door, pulls her top and bra off, "you like?"

"It's a start," he rubs himself.

She sits on the bed, unzips his pants, fishing his cock out, her eyes grow wide and hungry, looking at the sight of it. Taking it in her mouth, down her throat, nearly choking but doesn't stop. Pulling back with a gasp of air, takes it back in, working it over, sucking it sloppy.

"Damn, that's good," he pulls his shirt off.

"It's fucking huge," she cheeses.

He kicks his shoes off, dropping his pants, she pulls her shorts and thong down. They make out on the bed, his hands travel around her body, hers, his. Her body jolts when his fingers graze her pussy.

"Damn you wet, lemme show you what this tongue does."

"Please do."

He spreads her legs, licking her lower lips, his tongue digs as deep as it can inside, her hips start to move, he gives her clit a few licks and she gets this feeling like something is stuffed in her. Guy is face deep on her clit when a pair of testicles spill out her vagina, the clit quickly swells in to an erect penis. Her balls hit him in the chin while her cock grows, pushing free of his upper lip, brushing past his nose.

"The fuck is this shit?!"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Bitch, yo dick just jumped outta nowhere," he jumps up.

"My wha-," she looks down at a nice size cock looking back at her.

"What is that?"

"Are you serious right now? Like you don't know a dick when you see it! C'mon now, you a fuckin tranny!"

"I don't have a...," she sits up, grabbing it. "Oh my god... what the fuck?!"

"Don't act like you didn't know you had that shit tucked in there," he pulled his pants up.

"I didn't have shit tucked nowhere! How the fuck.. oh my god, there's a dick. I have a dick! I'm not supposed to have a dick," she pulls at it.

"Yeah well... you do. I don't know how all these dudes fucked you and not noticed that big ass dick, talkin bout you got good pussy... man..."

"That wasn't there, it, it, when I took a piss, it wasn't there! Why is that there?!"

"Because you was born with that shit, bruh! I'm out, lose my number," he went towards the door.

"Don't leave, I don't know what's going on. Please! Help me," she went after him panicking.

"Aye, aye, keep that shit away from me, I can't help you with that."

"But it never been there before, I swear, I fuckin swear this... this... was. Not. Here," she grabbed him.

"The fuck off me," he shoved her to the ground, running out.

Heather hit her head on the floor, she sat up dazed, trying to get off the floor, slumping over, passing out. She woke up hours later, sitting on the bed, inspecting herself, seeing nothing but the vagina she's supposed to have.

"What was all that yelling last night," some girl asked.

"Yelling... I don't know."

"You and some guy was yelling about dicks or something."

"That happened, I thought I might have dreamed that."

"Maybe you shouldn't drink so much on dates," she walked off.

Heather quickly runs up, shutting and locking her doors, climbing back on her bed, she licks her fingers, sticking them inside, moving them around, checking for anything unusual, finding nothing. Confused, yet relieved, throws some clothes on and walks to the café. She walks in, immediately spotting Taylor sitting by herself, remembering the fight from the party; not acknowledging her at all.

"How's that eye, stud," Taylor greets, not looking up.

Heather doesn't answer, deciding to get her latte to go, walking briskly past Taylor.

"Have you got laid, lately," Taylor asked, still not looking up.

Later that day, Heather runs in to Keith in one of the common areas, one of her off and on flings.

"Hey Heather, what's up?"

"Not much, just feeling off today. How's you and Cindy doin?"

"Ehhh.... Kinda broke up with her. She kept claiming that she wanted to wait till marriage, I figured I'd wait it out and charm her over. Waste of three months. She got mad when I was trying to chat up another chick."

"That's not like you."

"I know, but three months in to what may not ever happen... fuck that."

"Yeah... you're dedicated as long as you laid."

"You wouldn't be in the mood, would you?"

"Umm... sure... actually I wanted help checking something out, and we've had sex more than any guy I've been with," she spoke concerned.

"What's that?"

"Well I hooked up with a guy last night," she leaned in closer, "he went to go down and said I had a dick. It kinda... I don't know. You know my pussy better than my Gyno, wanna fool around and see what happens?"

"My place, or yours, mines closer."

"Sure," she followed him. "It just doesn't seem possible. I was born female, obviously. It can't just spring up from nowhere."

"Did you take anything weird at the party, the other night, I heard about you being fucked out your window," he laughed.

"Just Smirnoff and beer. And Taylors boyfriend."

"Is that the goth chick that beat you and two other girls up, and stabbed her boyfriend?"

"I've told you about her before; I used to take all her boys in high school. Yeah she got me good."

"You're such a bitch, you know that," he laughed at her.

"A stud, too, by her words," Heather nudged him.

"Did she... did she shove her hand in your pussy?"

"Yeah, that was weird."

They walk in his dorm room, she strips down, Keith walks over, looking her over, seeing nothing out of the ordinary.

"Looks like that same hot body, I like to play with," he muses.

"Well if something does happen; please don't yell and scream, or like shove me," she plops on his bed.

"Nah, I won't do any of that."

She spreads her legs, he opens her lips, runs his fingers around, opening her, not seeing anything unordinary.

"What did it feel like when whatever you thought happened, happened," Keith wondered.

"I was horny and he was eating me, it's hard to describe- like the feeling of being out all day and finally kicking your shoes off."

"Ah. I think I get it."

Keith goes in for the licks, running his tongue from her hole, to her clit, giving it a suck, repeating over, until she starts to get turned on.

"Hey... if anything weird does happen, want to record it? At least you'll have proof, or whatever."

"Yeah, yeah, sure."

He handed her, her phone, she unlocked it, handing it back. Keith hit record, holding the phone up, to pan her whole body, showing her pussy, opening it, stretching it open as far as he could with one hand, her natural lube sticking to his fingers.

"A regular pussy, we're gonna see if anything happens."

Holding the phone at the best view, he starts eating her again. Using mostly his tongue, so the camera has a good view. Heather moans, tensing up while her clit is getting hard licks, then it happens; her clit swells, stretching her labia, testicles spill out of her vagina as her growing cock pulls the skin tight.

"Did anything happen, I kinda felt like something happened "

"Holy shit," he panned slightly around, as it rose and flopped to her stomach, quickly ending and sending himself the video. "Did you feel it?"

"There really is a dick... what the fuck man?!"

"Yeah, that's a dick... you're right, it came out of nowhere."

"Is that all that's there?"

"Balls."

"Is my pussy still there?"

"Doubt it."

"Well look."

"Your... uhh... balls are in the way," he cringes.

"Lift them and see."

"You lift them. I'm not too comfortable being this close to all that. The only dick I wanna touch is mine."

"I'm too freaked out, please."

"Your gonna hafta touch them at some point."

Heather grabs her balls and lifts, "they feel so weird," she shrieked.

He lifts one of her legs, "no pussy, just as asshole."

"Nooo," she moans.

"Are you like still horny," he sits on the bed.

"A little, why?"

"You still have a boner," he points.

"How do you make it go away?!"

"You can wait... or... rub one out. I'm not doing that for you, I don't even masturbate myself."

"You think if it goes down, it'll go away?"

"I mean it popped out when you got horny. It wasn't there before, so it might. What did you do last night, to make it go away?"

"Nothing. He pushed me down, I hit my head, and was knocked out."

CHAP5

"It's been five minutes, I'm not horny, and it's not going away. I can't walk around with a boner until I go to sleep."

"Weird. What really happened? Chicks just don't grow dicks from nowhere?"

"All I did was drink. Bottles of beer, and my personal bottle of vodka, nobody would roofie me at our parties."

"Of coarse not, unless it was a dude you wouldn't fuck there."

"Only person there I wouldn't, that I did; would be that bitches boyfriend. I hooked up with one guy, then the guy I thought was her bee eff, because they tricked me. Then I got the girls to roofie him and get him to my room. Right before he came, she busted in, we fought, she cut her bee effs arm with a knife, stuck her bloody hand in me and said some weird poem or some shit."

"Sounds like a curse."

"A curse?"

"That bitch is a witch, and she cursed you."

"That shit ain't real."

"But you have a raging boner as big as mine, that wasn't there before I ate your pussy, and has never been there before? You fucked three guys that night, and guy number four, somehow got a dick in his mouth. It all adds up to, she cursed you."

"It wasn't there this afternoon, though!"

"Probably since when you sleep, blood pressure drops, and everything's at rest, relaxed. When you're awake, even if you're just sitting down in class, your body is active... so you're probably gonna hafta rub it out."

"This is some twisted fucking nightmare! Can... can I just do it here and get it over with? I just can't let anybody see me like this, plus I'm not sure about getting this in my pants."

"Oh yeah, that would suck, they don't like to bend that way, I don't think they'd button with it sticking out, either. Do what you gotta do."

Heather reaches for her cock, slowly stroking it, Keith faces away, tossing a random sock her way. Nervously, she strokes, her body reacting, making it flinch in her hand. Her body starts to react to the pleasure, nipples hard, hips wanting to move.

"It's not supposed to feel this way," she moans.

"It kinda is, though. Are you crying?"

"Trying to. H-how do you know when it happens?"

"Oh you'll know. No different than when a girl feels it."

"I just want it over with," she huffs, stroking more.

Heather strokes herself quicker falling in to the sensation, huffing and puffing, hating the way her body and senses are feeling, right on the edge. She bites her lips to hide her screams, hitting climax, blowing her load on her chest and stomach, sitting there catching her breath.

"That's my last orgasm and it wasn't even sex," she burst to tears, wiping herself.

"Your last?"

"Nobodies going to want me! I am not trying to use that thing, much less touch it!"

"That sucks. That's my roommates sock, you can just toss that over there. You can always see if that Taylor chick will remove the curse," he turns, "Oh shit, look."

They watch her cock go flaccid and retract, the balls pull themselves inside, all is back to normal, Heather hugged him and cried.

"She's not going to, she hates me, I've bullied her and stole her boyfriends since high school," she wheezed.

"Maybe beg for forgiveness, like, on your knees and all that repent shit."

"Nobody will ever love me like this, nobody will fuck me like this."

"Well, I'm sure somebody out there would have sex with you, maybe. I cam see why you wouldn't want to have sex. I been waiting for you to not be so slutty, so we could date... but hard pass on the cursed cock, sorry."

"You're not helping."

"I'm sorry, the weird thing is I still want you, I still think you're sexy... I still can't have you. That thing is like the literal interpretation of the figurative issue with us dating."