Satyr Play 02 Pt. 02

It was late afternoon when Henry's cell vibrated, indicating a text. He'd been unable to get a cell signal all day due to the oversaturation of the local cell towers. The crowds were beginning to thin and access was only now starting to become available once more. He'd paused by a small alcove with food and drink and was finishing off when he felt it.

Plucking the phone from his pocket, he saw it was from Sandy. 'Call me' was all it said. The timestamp was a few minutes ago indicating that's when he finally got a connection. He didn't know when she actually sent it. As he had no signal now, he made his way towards the back of the building to try his luck there. He shared a smile with another man who was holding up his cell trying to get a signal as well.

Henry felt his phone vibrate as another text came in. It was Dayshia also asking him to call. He frowned. The phrase 'What's wrong? What happened?' passed uneasily through his mind.

"Trissa! It's Mr. Plantain!"

Henry looked over his shoulder hearing the delighted voice. The two ladies he'd met in the drug store, Luna and her beaded-braids friend Trissa were standing behind him with hungry grins on their faces.

"Oh! Hello!" he muttered, wondering how he was going to cut this short. Then he noticed both were wearing the clingy gowns he'd seen earlier at a booth which hired such eye candy.

The Hispanic woman still had big hair hanging down to her ass, huge gold hoop earrings, and her big round breasts were barely contained by her dress. She visibly wasn't wearing anything under the gown as her pierced nipples were pressing against the fabric. Her gold 'Luna' necklace rested just above her deep cleavage.

Trissa licked her lips then grinned at her friend. Her tight dress also struggled to contain her large breasts and ass. No undergarments were worn by this woman either. The other ladies in the booth weren't quite so... outrageously developed. Henry guessed these two were the 'big guns' brought in when the day began to wind down, for pulling in the stragglers.

"You know, we never did get to see this plantain!" Trissa complained.

"Cierto, mi amigo," Luna said.

Henry stared at them in surprise. "This isn't really-"

"Now now. It was because of you; the cops dumped us in lockup for the night! I think that means you owe us a little peek. If you're lucky, a little touch too!" Trissa insisted boldly.

He gaped at the suggestion, and Luna swept in to press her big tits against his chest. That felt very good! She ground her body against his, and he felt himself respond.

"¡Su cuerpo es tan jodidamente duro!" Luna purred as she rubbed herself against his muscles.

"What?" he muttered as he looked into her eyes.

"Mmmm, I was just telling Trissa how hard you were," Luna sighed.

"Getting there," he sighed making her giggle excitedly. Then he gave himself a mental shake. "I- I have to call-"

Trissa moved up to take Henry's phone from his hand and tucked it into his pocket. "Uh uh! We're going to take a little break someplace private where we can enjoy ourselves."

He looked at her with a frown. "It's a convention center! Where-"

He suddenly found himself squeezed between the two soft bodies and practically dragged to the back wall, through a door there, down a short corridor, and through another door.

His eyes went wide as he saw a row of makeup tables and a few ladies in various states of undress.

Some squeaked at his intrusion.

Trissa scowled. "Shut your mouths! He's just here for Luna and me to have a little fun with!" she barked at the surprised women.

Behind racks of women's dresses and costumes was a sizeable modular sofa positioned against the far wall. The couch was half regular depth and half double depth lounge, which was almost a bed.

Henry tried to resist, but the duo were surprisingly strong and insistent. The back of his legs hit the lounge and down he went. Before he could push himself back up Luna was stretched out over his body, and her mouth was on his. Her lips were so soft, and her tongue was in his mouth as her tits pressed him down.

He tried to push her off but grabbed handfuls of tit instead which made Luna writhe and moan. She was almost sucking his tongue from his mouth. She shifted her lower body to the side to give Trissa access to his pants.

He felt someone tug his shoes and socks off then hands were on his pants. Seconds and some aggressive tugging later he was naked from the waist down.

"YES! That's a nice one! Maybe a little white for my tastes but nice an' fat!" Trissa said with satisfaction.

Luna pulled back from Henry's mouth to look back and admire Henry's erection. "Bitch, your pussy won't give a shit what color the cock is!"

"Condom! In my jacket pocket!" Henry exclaimed in a gasp.

While Luna hunted for the condom, beads tickled Henry's legs then he felt the warmth and wetness of a mouth trying to take him all the way down unsuccessfully. Trissa choked and pulled free.

"Fuck! He's too fat to fit in my throat!"

"One extra-large condom, coming up," Luna said with a grin.

Henry heard the foil rip then felt the tight latex rolling over his cock. Luna pressed a fat tit against his face, and he got to work on the nipple.

"AAAYYYEEE so fookin gooood!" she hissed.

"Shit! He does have a nice cock!"

That voice came from the gap between the clothing racks. Henry craned his head and saw two of the women who'd made noises of protest over his being in the room now watching the activities with interest.

"Ignore the putas and suck my pretty pussy!" Luna said swinging a leg over Henry's head to sink over his face. He had no other alternative, so he ran his tongue over her tender flesh and sucked her clit into his mouth.

"¡Mierda! Me chupe tan bien!" she gasped then moaned as she threw her head back.

Trissa wasted no time in throwing her leg over Henry's hips and forced his cock into her wet opening.

"Fuck! I want to ride that too!" one of the observers moaned.

The combination proved to be too much for Henry. The trapped heat rushed out from his core to flush his skin. Intense tingling rushed down his neck and sides. Trissa and Luna inhaled deeply and threw their heads back as their bodies caught the blast wave of his pheromones.

Beads loudly clicked as Trissa began slamming herself down on his cock faster and faster. He reached up to grab Luna's nipples as he thrashed her clit with his tongue. She squealed and shook as she crested hard. She threw herself sideways onto the sofa as she gasped for breath. Before Henry could move, one of the watchers, a redhead, took Luna's position and settled her shaved pussy over his mouth eagerly. He thrust his tongue deep into her, and she grabbed his hair to pin his face between her legs.

"Fuck! I- I'm there! FUUUUCK! SO BIGNNNNNNGGGGHHH!" Trissa's pussy was clamping down on Henry's cock as her muscles spasmed. The pressure pushed him back from his release then she was suddenly pulled clear and dumped on the floor by the woman who'd earlier said she wanted a ride.

Luna launched herself at the woman who hurt her friend with a roar of rage. They went down with a crash, and they rolled around on the floor screaming and clawing each other.

"FUH-FUH-FFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCKKKK!" the redhead squealed as Henry squeezed her tight ass cheeks and sucked her through a release. When she sagged to the couch to gasp for breath, Henry got a chance to take some deep breaths of his own. He finally had time for a clear thought and realized he had to get away before something terrible happened. He saw everyone was distracted, so he sat up and pulled his pants up. He could still feel his body pumping out the pheromones, and there was no way to suppress it in the presence of these ladies. He grabbed his socks and shoes and quickly walked out between the racks of clothes, snagging a black shawl to hide his face.

He ducked out into the hall, and instead of heading back to the main floor with all the attendees, he rushed down the corridor in the opposite direction towards the back of the building. On the way, he spotted a washroom, so he ducked inside. He quickly washed his face, rinse his mouth, and removed the condom. He stared at his throbbing erection and tried to will it away, but the waves of heat continued to rush through him. Even with him being alone, it refused to settle down. Instead, he just pulled up his pants and tidied his clothes, getting his socks and shoes on finally. He peeked out the door in time to see Luna and the two other ladies running for the main hall, all in various states of undress. Trissa followed behind at a slower pace. Once they'd all pushed through the door into the main convention hall, he ran for the back door.

Henry hit the push bar on the security door hard, causing its shrill alarm to begin wailing as he stumbled outside. He held the black cloth over his head like a shawl to block the view of any nearby cameras and walked quickly along the street beside the building to the corner. He had the light, so he walked across like he hadn't a care in the world. Then he kept walking until he found an empty side street leading away from the river. He stopped midway up the block to catch his breath. His body still felt like it was pouring heat from his core. He had to do something about that before he walked up the street and joined the crowds of people up there.

Closing his eyes, he concentrated on his solitude on the side street. No crowd. No need for the heat. When he felt the pressure of his need lessen, then lessen more, he pulled the heat inwards again. It was easier now, but it still took so much effort to contain it. He wished he'd been able to have a release of his own as it would be over. Instead, he moaned with the effort to contain it one more time. He was shaking with exhaustion when he felt it sink deep inside once more. The shawl blew away, down the street and he didn't have the energy to chase it. Instead, he pulled out his cell and saw his messages had finally arrived. As he read the texts, his expression swung from shock to fear and he pushed himself to run up to the main street. There were no available taxis, so he crossed the road and ran a few more blocks to get beyond the crowds around the convention center. Only then was he able to finally flag down an approaching taxi. He sagged into the back seat and gave the name of the hospital and asked him to hurry.

"Are you sick?" the driver asked nervously.

"What? No, no. I'm just exhausted from walking around the trade show. A friend of mine is in the hospital. She's- hurt," Henry said. That seemed to calm the driver as they pulled away from the curb and set off quickly.

Feeling like no time at all had passed, Henry jerked awake as the driver called out to him.

"Thanks," Henry mumbled and paid the fare.

He climbed out of the taxi and rushed into the hospital. He looked at the directory and was immediately lost. He pulled out his cell and banged off a quick text to Sandy telling her where he was and asking how to get to her. Seconds later a reply came back saying she would be right there.

He fretted as he waited as he went over the messages he'd received. They didn't say more than Tish had been attacked and was hurt. He heard a noise and turned. Sandy wrapped her arms around him and burst into tears. He held her tight as his heart froze in his chest. He caught himself about to ask those same damn questions, so he reined in that noise. "Tish?" His throat was tight.

She pulled back to look at him as she realized he didn't know. "She's upstairs. She's hurt bad, but she keeps asking for you! She refused surgery! She refused all medical treatment! We're terrified she has a brain injury as well! Where were you? Why didn't you answer the texts or pick up the messages? Didn't you hear from Marisa? Did you see her? She said she'd go find you!"

"I- I was at a trade show at the Javits Center. The cell towers were overloaded, so your text messages only came through when I was leaving, a short time ago. I came straight here when I saw the messages! I never saw Marisa!"

Sandy leaned against him as she trembled. "I'm sorry. It's been such an awful week! Dayshia was molested on the subway platform two days ago. Someone attacked me with a knife on the subway yesterday and now Tish!" He squeezed her in a hug as his mind reeled at her news. Then she pulled him down the hall to the elevators.

While they took one up, Henry thought about the odds of three of his friends being targeted for attacks three days in a row and was immediately suspicious. Then he noticed Sandy's hair wasn't reaching for him. Looking closer, it seemed dull and flat. He put his fingers in it, and it moved but with minimal energy. He knew he should be relieved the magic was finally fading but instead it made him sad for her sweet hair. Now he worried about that too.

They stepped from the elevator and rushed down the corridor past the nurse's station where he saw a lot of glum faces and some tears. He was beginning to panic.

Sandy pushed through the door, and Dayshia looked over at them hopefully. Her face lit up with a relieved smile, and she ran around the bed to pull Henry into a tight hug. That felt incredible, but Henry was looking at Tish in the bed. "What happened to her?"

"We tried getting you-" Dayshia began.

"He was at the Javits. No reception," Sandy interrupted her to explain. Dayshia was shaking, and Henry held her tighter.

"She's been asking for you all day!"

"I'm so sorry! I came the moment I got the messages saying where you were," Henry explained.

He released Dayshia and moved to the bed where Tish's torso was strapped to the bed leaving her arms free. She turned her head slowly then began to cry with relief.

"Henry... oh thank god... you came! You're the one... only one... you can fix me... make me all better."

Henry glanced desperately at Dayshia then Sandy. "Fix her?" he asked quietly.

"She's been saying that since she came in. She won't let the doctors operate on her. Drove the doctor nuts," Dayshia replied.

"She's on powerful painkillers now, but even before she had them, she was claiming you were the only one who could heal her."

"Henry... please... I can't feel my legs," Tish said and cried softly.

Henry's face fell as he stared at her in shock. He looked at her legs then looked to Sandy and Dayshia. They were both in tears as they nodded.

He dipped down to kiss Tish's forehead, but she caught his face between her hands and guided his lips to hers. The kiss was desperate, but it deepened until she was moaning into the kiss as her tongue chased his in his mouth. He was caught off guard by her sudden need.

Sandy and Dayshia reached over to gently lift Tish's arms from Henry's back to let him up.

The moment he felt the other two women touch him the heat exploded from captivity and surged through his body once more. He tried to cry out in dismay, to tell them to run, to make himself run... but he had nothing left. He was barely able to stand as the pulsing resumed unchecked.

Everyone sucked in a sharp breath then Dayshia pulled Henry's face to hers and kissed him fiercely. He lost himself to the heat coursing through him and the sensual feel of Dayshia's lips.

He gasped when a hand slipped inside the zipper of his pants to take hold of his cock and squeeze. He heard Tish sigh and knew it was her. With her other hand, she pulled the sheet over her down and placed his right-hand flat against her stomach. He felt her hard muscles trembling under his fingers, and his heart yearned for her to be healthy.

Sandy knelt and undid Henry's pants and tugged them down. She saw Tish's hand stroking and squeezing the thick cock, and she knew she had to have it in her mouth. She pushed her head into the small gap between Dayshia and Henry to slide the thick head between her lips. She wanted more. Her head was swimming with her need for him!

Dayshia's whole body was on fire just from Henry's kiss! She needed more! She felt Sandy squeeze between them and begin to bob her head up and down over his cock. She snorted as she knew there was no way small little Sandy would be able to get his anaconda into her mouth. Dayshia needed to try!

Tish's mind was swimming with the fog of the drugs, the dull pain in her back, and the roaring of her need for Henry. Her left hand fondled his heavy balls as she watched Sandy enjoying his cock. She needed him too!

Henry must have still been on edge from his little play at the Javits Center as his orgasm was right there and Sandy's mouth was in a very dangerous place. "Sandy! Stop! I'm gonna cum!" he gasped. His right hand was still pressed tight to Tish's stomach as she clung to it. He tried to grab Sandy's head with his left, but Dayshia gave him a sexy grin and caught the hand as she began to move down to join her friend.

Sandy was in heaven as what she was doing was so sexy! She felt his cock swelling in her mouth! She'd never done this before, but it seemed she was doing something right as Henry was about to cum. She wasn't sure where it was coming from, but she felt a faint echo in her mind, an intense desperation for her to continue.

"Oh! Oh damn! Fuu-" Henry gasped then it was too late. Thick ropes of cum sprayed into Sandy's mouth, and she swallowed as quickly as she could.

She suddenly pulled back, catching another splash across her forehead down to her chin. She managed two more steps back before her legs folded under her as she crumpled to the floor.

Dayshia missed this as she swooped down over his cock and took it all the way down to the base. "FUCK! OH! DAYSHIA!" he cried out as his orgasm continued in surges. He had to close his eyes with the intensity.

The dark-skinned beauty sexily moaned as she swallowed quickly. She pumped Henry's cock a few times, then the room suddenly flared with colors she couldn't identify. She, too, stepped back as her muscles went loose, slowly taking her down to the floor next to Sandy.

Tish's left hand immediately grabbed Henry's cock and slid up to the thick head. She squeezed it in her fist with gentle pulses.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck! FuckFuckFuck!" he shuddered as she milked the last blasts of cum from him. When he sagged back, she lifted her hand to her face and opened her fist. She stared in surprise at how much of the thick white substance she'd caught. She saw Henry slowly turning his eyes to her, so she held them as she pressed her palm to her mouth. She sucked up all the sticky stuff, slid it across her tongue then swallowed it. She caught his look of shock before her eyes rolled up.

Henry's body went through two more tremors then the heat finally dissipated. His mind began to clear... except for his exhaustion. He looked down and watched Sandy's hair growing and glowing with new vitality. It was now well beyond anything that could be mistaken for 'static cling' or 'flyaway' human hair. Humans didn't have this much hair! He couldn't get a handle on how long it was as it seemed to stretch and contract as it began to flow slowly.

Its ability to move on its own, independent of the sleeping woman's will, marked it as something alien. It rose from the floor and reached out to him, so he lifted his left hand to let the hair gently coil around his fingers. He jolted and gasped as another large strand wrapped around his shrinking cock to stroke and squeeze it from the base to the head, milking the last drops of cum. When it released him, he didn't see where it took its prize. He watched it wipe Sandy's face clean as well. What was it doing with the cum? Exhaustion pushed the question from his mind.

The sentient hair pulled his underwear and pants up and worked the zipper and button. He snorted gently, impressed by how talented her hair had become then he felt an odd snap under his right hand and turned his eyes back to Tish. He almost jumped away as the sheet over her lower half was lifting oddly. She was paralyzed, so what was that?!?