Art School Gangbang
By Polera North
Copyright 2012 Polera North
Smashwords Edition


“Buncha cocksuckers.”
The insult was audible to the students in the classroom above the muffled conversation going on in the adjacent office. Shannon strained to hear any shred of the discussion she could, giving hardly any attention to her painting. Ewan Wells, teacher of this particular Life Painting II class and Chairman of the Classical Arts department of the school was once again grumbling to his assistant about the school board taking more and more funds and resources away from his department and diverting to the Digital Mediums department. His department was dying a slow, withering death. The most recent blow dealt by the school board was finding out the their art exhibitions had just lost it's catering budget. The Interactive Entertainment curriculum needed new development consoles, each one carrying a hefty licensing fee in addition to the cost of the hardware.
Shannon could see how the fights with the board had been affecting Ewan in everything, the way he looked, the way he instructed class, how he interacted with students, how much he smoked compared to when Shannon was a freshman. It pained her to see the man being continually worn down from fight after fight for every scrap of the money and resources his shrinking department had. Ewan, he refused to be called 'Mr. Wells' by his students, had changed her life, given her the tools and environment to express herself in ways she'd only dreamed of in her hometown. Through this expression, in 3 years she'd shaken off the years of repression placed on her by her parents, her small town friends, and her old fashioned high school teachers.
Shannon had always taken a more impressionistic method to her art and Ewan encouraged this where other people in her life questioned or ridiculed her. “I don't get it, this looks weird.” her friends would say “You're not painting the fruit accurately, they are not rotting, nor are they covered in chains.” her teachers would say. “When are you gonna paint a real picture?” Her parents would say. Ewan, on the other hand would say “The bowl would contrast better if you used more orange with your ochre, and what about making the tablecloth very clean and untainted?”
The class's current assignment was a watercolor of an old barn in a pasture. Shannon's interpretation showed a black barn, because that's where a small boy had been repeatedly molested. The grass surrounding the structure was red and violet, because they were angry at the abomination against nature that had been committed in the barn. When Shannon explained the thesis of her work, Ewan met her with an affirming nod and thumbs up before heading into his office to smoke and vent to his assistant.
She had been trying everything she could think of to help him, and the Classical Arts department as a whole, volunteering to organize and work at every event, campaigning at area high schools to convince students to major in a classical art once they went to college, even starting a Save the Classical Arts FaceBook page. None of it seemed to help either Ewan or the department. If only she could figure out a way to change the minds of enough people on the school board, she could solve everything. She would have been happy just to take some of the stress away from Ewan.
That was an idea. She didn't have access or influence to the school board, but she could think of something to help relieve Ewan's stress. She could think of a few things, actually. It was crazy and he'd probably refuse. She doubted he would go so far as to kick her out of school for her potential transgression. If he did, she figured she'd threaten to tell everyone he came onto her, forcefully. She hated the thought of causing him more trouble, she only wanted to help him. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that, though. Shannon silenced her internal rambling and resolved to offer her services to Ewan that evening.
At the end of the school day Shannon returned to the painting classroom. The light in the main room was off though there was still a glow coming from the office, the smell of cigarettes crept into her nostrils from across the room. She crossed towards the half open door, past the slightly haunting circle of empty seats and easels, and heard the sounds of paper rustling as the acrid tobacco scent intensified. She knocked courteously before poking her head through the threshold. The office walls were cluttered with shelves of art supplies and mounted works of student art. Music came from a small CD player on a filing cabinet in the corner. It was playing what sounded like Emerson, Lake and Palmer, she wasn't sure. All the music he listened to tended to blend together for her.
Ewan was, as expected, behind the desk, a cigarette in his mouth, writing away at a stack of papers, forms of some kind. He was in his mid-fifties, Shannon guessed, a little over six feet tall, and had the stocky build of a former athlete, rugby, she recalled. He'd gone mostly gray, but there were still occasional sand colored streaks on his head. His face was worn with years of alcohol, tobacco, insomnia, and the strain of fighting the school board, though his jovial and kind nature easily shone through the cracks.
“Hey, darlin'.” he looked up from his papers, a half smile on the side of his face not holding onto a cigarette. “What can I do for you?”
Shannon entered fully into the office, coming to a halt in front of Ewan's desk. “Um. I was just wondering how you were. I mean, I know you've been having a hard time dealing with the board.”
Ewan let out a weighty sigh, smoke streaming from his mouth and nostrils. He moved his half-consumed cigarette to an already crowded ash tray. “Yeah, it's been rough, fighting with those old jackasses. The way it's going, I'll probably have to cut the number of exhibitions we hold next year. Year after that, well, hell, you'll have your degree by then so it won't concern you any.”
“I do care. People my age are too stuck on computers and digital things. More people need to appreciate things like classical painting. There's a feel, an energy to a real painting you can't make in Photoshop.”
“I wish I had more kids like you, honey.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“If you can figure out a way to pull the joysticks out of the board's asses, I'm all ears.”
“And what about you?” Shannon inched closer, putting her hands behind her back and leaning forward slightly, her small breasts proudly displayed through her tight t-shirt. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”
Ewan chuckled slightly and said “Don't worry about me, love. This is nothing a bottle of scotch and my Yes albums can't take care of.”
Shannon leaned even farther forward, strands of mahogany falling off her shoulders, looking him in his crystalline eyes. “Are you sure there's nothing I can do to help you?”
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Come on now, honey. You know this isn't right. Don't think I don't appreciate the offer, and don't think I wouldn't give it due consideration if it wasn't risking my career, but you and I both know the best thing for you to do is turn around, go back out that door, and for both of us to forget this ever happened.”
Shannon's stomach fell down a hole and kept falling. She fought back tears as she nodded in agreement and left the classroom.
* * *
 The next few weeks were hard for Shannon. The shame of her rejected advance was a constant, burning lump in her gut. She tried her best to avoid Ewan and when she was forced to be in his presence for class, she kept her head down, mouth shut, and never dared eye contact. Ewan, on the other hand, seemed completely unaffected. He still greeted her happily whenever they crossed paths and during class still treated her as one of his favorite students.
“A word after class, love.” He said to her out of the blue one day, as he was making his rounds inspecting the class's attempts at dadaism. Shannon's mouth went dry, heart leaped into her throat. This was it. The hammer was finally about to fall. Probably the only reason he hadn't said anything earlier was because the paper work took time to process. That's why he's been so nice lately, to not raise her suspicions so she could counter-accuse him of inappropriateness. 
“Actually,” He continued before she could respond, “It may take a bit, better make it after school.” Shannon nodded, numbly, face burning with shame, panic-sweat beading on the back of her neck and forehead. Ewan then went about his business, critiquing the other students' work and finishing the class like normal. 
The rest of the afternoon passed with the speed and ease of a kidney stone. Every moment filled with anxiety. She ran every possible reason he could be asking to see her, none of them good. Her stomach was repeatedly knotting itself, her chest had begun to ache, her hands trembled and when she sat down her knee twitched uncontrollably. The past three years were about to go down the tubes because she tried to suck the teacher's cock. She'd never hated herself more.
The appointed time came. She stood before the threshold of the darkened classroom, working up the nerve to approach the lighted portal of his office. There again was the hint of an afternoon spent chain smoking, though she couldn't hear any music. She slowly, deliberately crossed the class, and again knocked at the door before poking her head in. “You wanted to see me, Ewan?”
“Sure, love, come on in.” His voice was disturbingly jovial. He instructed her to have a seat as he extinguished his cigarette, the ashtray a white, brown, and gray bloom. She did as he said, nerves chattering across her body. “Now look here, honey,”  he began, “I seen you've been acting a little rattled since, well, your little proposition.” Shannon shifted uncomfortably, face red with shame. Ewan continued, “I understand what you were trying to do, you were only trying to help me, and like I said at the time I appreciated the offer. You can relax. I'm not going to turn you in for sexual harassment or anything.”
Shannon relaxed somewhat at hearing that. She was still ashamed of herself, but at least now she wasn't worried about being expelled. “Now then,” Ewan stood and paced around the tiny room as he continued. “How dedicated are you to helping the traditional arts department?”
She was unsettled at his pacing, but she tried to sound earnest in her response. “Very! With all you and this department have done for me, I've done everything I can think of to give back. I'd do anything to help.”
Ewan closed the door, giving Shannon a somewhat ominous feeling. “Anything? What about the school board?” He paced towards her. “I'd definitely do anything if it would help you with the school board.” By the end of her sentence, he was standing next to her. A moderate shadow of intimidation fell over her.“Y'see, I think I've come up with a plan that'll help turn some of the board to our side, but I'll need your help.”
She swallowed hard before she answered. “OK, sure. I'll do anything you need me to.” 
“What I need you to do right now,” he said looking down at her, “Is prove you weren't just bluffing last time.”
Shannon met his gaze, and saw a hint of mischievousness she hadn't seen since before the school board started draining the life out of him.”Um... You mean... Are you kidding?”
“Not at all. If you can do this, I think I'll know what to do about the school board. Here,” he unzipped his slacks, “I'll get you started.” and pulled out his cock. She looked at his freed manhood, which was right at face level, then back up to him. She wasn't exactly sure where exactly he was going with this or how this would possibly help with the school board,  but she decided to trust him and after all, this is what she'd originally wanted. She did her best to let go of whatever anxiety and doubt she still had and focus pleasing Ewan.
She started by taking the entirety of his flaccid phallus into her mouth, looking into his eyes as her nose pushed against his pubic bone, then slowly drawing back, sucking gently. She paused as her lips reached the ridge of his glans and commenced with a rapid suckling action, pressing his head between her tongue and roof of her mouth as she did so. This brought a squirm to Ewan's spine. “Christ, love, where'd you learn that?” She smirked a best she could with her mouth full.
He grew rapidly as she slowly, lovingly, sucked him. Her lips tight around his shaft, her tongue providing pressure to his frenulum. He moved his hips in time with her strokes, guiding her with a gentle hand on her head. As his pleasure grew his motions increased in intensity, as did his grip on her head. She could feel the tension rising in the whole of his body.  With a moan, he gripped her with both hands, securing her in position as he thrust into her mouth with increasing vigor.
Before long, she had given up trying to actively pleasure Ewan. She simply relaxed, suppressed her gag reflex, and let him use her. As the speed and force in which her mouth was being fucked increased, she could feel him trembling with pleasure, his cock swelling towards orgasm, his need for release. She took a great satisfaction in being used by him in such a manner. She wanted him to pump like wild into her, drool covering her face and hanging off her chin in thin gleaming strings, the tip of his cock ramming into the back of her throat. She wanted his seed to be released into her throat and with it, taking all the stress he'd been under recently away. When he did come, he did so forcefully, with a great shudder and groan, clutching at her hair, forcing her to remain still as hot pulsations of thick fluid pumped down the back of her throat.
He released her immediately after he was finished, cock covered in saliva, leaning against a filing cabinet for support, the two of them out of breath, Shannon swallowing and coughing slightly.
“You alright, darling? I think I got a little carried away there.” Ewan said as he packed himself away.
“Yeah,” her words were stifled. She cleared her throat so she could speak clearly. “Yeah, I'm fine. That was just, yeah, more intense than I was anticipating.
“Wonderful, darling. Absolutely wonderful.” He returned to his seat, handing her a wad of tissues from a drawer to clean her face.
“So,” She said, wiping saliva from her chin “How is this supposed to help with the board?”
“I think I know how we can change a few of their minds about our department.”
* * *
A week later, he'd given her an address and a time. His plan was completely insane, yet somehow she trusted him that it would work out. She pulled into the parking lot of the designated place- The Crooked Crumpet, an authentic Englishe Pubbe. There were a few other vehicles in the lot, though the neon signs, most notably the 'open' sign, were all off. She tried the door and found it opened without hassle.
It was a dark with a low ceiling,  lit by hanging lamps cowled in red or blue glass shades. There were also several neon signs on the walls, in the shape of various alcoholic logos, but they were all turned off. There were several paintings and photographs of famous British personalities and locations, and a suit of armor near the door. A large Union Jack was hung against the far wall. Ewan and three other men were clustered around a pool table near the center of the room. The three men were all middle-aged, two of them wearing buttoned shirts and slacks, one of them, the oldest, nearly bald save for a rim of neat white hair, wore a charcoal colored suit.
Shannon recognized the trio as members of the school board. Ewan was good friends with the owner of The Crumpet, and had arranged to use the place for a 'private function' with members of the school's ruling council. She wondered if the owner was aware of the exact nature of the 'function' Ewan had planned. Nervousness crawled through her gut as she thought of what she'd agreed to do for the sake of traditional art, for the sake of Ewan. She pushed herself farther into the room.
“There you are, darling!” Ewan called out from the center of the room. He placed down his cue and met her half way. He placed an arm around Shannon's shoulder, turned and said to the others “This is my student I was telling you all about.” He seemed almost proud of her. The other man that had been playing pool placed his cue on the table. If Shannon's memory was correct, his name was Dr. Stevenson.“So, you're Ms. Henderson.” he said, obviously looking her up and down. “Mr. Wells speaks of you quite highly. He tells us you're quite dedicated to the Classical Arts Department.”
Shannon nodded, trying not to pay attention that his gaze had stopped at the edge of the skirt she'd worn.”Yes,” She said “I'm very dedicated. That's why I'm here.” The other man not wearing a suit, a hefty man with a thick, fiery beard spoke “Hell, you must be girl.” he was Dr. Birkheardt “If you do halfa' what Ewan here says you're willin' to, I'll get behind anything he puts up to the rest of the board.”
“I still remain conflicted.” the eldest man in the suit said. “On the one hand, I find this all highly questionable. Then again, opportunities such as this don't come often to a man of my age and reservation.” This was Dr. Roberts, one of the most respected members of the board, one of the most esteemed art scholars in academia, and one of the strongest advocates of pushing the school into the 21st century on the board . Shannon was shocked he'd even agreed to the 'function'. If she could convince the three of them, plus Ewan's existing supporters on the board, Classical Arts would have a majority. 
Shannon took in a deep breath, and said with all the composure she could hold down “So, who wants to be first?” Dr. Birkheardt hopped to a seat on the edge of the pool table. “Right here, baby girl.” His enthusiasm was somehow comforting. She approached and undid his pants, his already semi-erect manhood pushing on his briefs. She reached into his underwear and pulled is cock free. It was wreathed in wild orange hair protruding along with his member from the hole in the garment. Shannon leaned forwards and stroked him, teasing him with quick flicks of her tongue on the ridge of his glans. He swelled rapidly. She laid heavy, wet lashes across his head with her tongue. She noticed his grip on the edge of the table tighten.
She wrapped her lips around him and in one smooth motion took his cock to the base, her nose and chin poking into the fabric of his underwear. “Good lord, girl.” he said “You are dedicated.” She withdrew, catching her breath while keeping his cock in her mouth, and continued sucking him, only taking him in about halfway with each motion, but using her tongue to good effect. She felt him stiffen with each downward stoke, as she pressed against his cock with her tongue, providing hot, wet friction.
Shannon motioned for Dr. Stevens to come closer while she worked Dr. Birkheardt's pole. Dr. Stevens did so, and Shannon used gestures to get him to produce his dick. He did so, and Shannon grabbed him with her free hand, stroking in time with her head movements. She began to alternate between the two, sucking one while keeping the other busy with her hand. She could tell that both were greatly enjoying her services.
Dr. Roberts had been standing back from the affair, observer Shannon bent over, fellating the two other men. At length, he approached Ewan. “Now, Mr. Wells, you never fully explained the limitations of your students, er, offer.”
“Well, first off,” Ewan replied “The limits are up to her. Secondly, what did you have in mind?”
“I don't suppose it would be possible to, well, fuck her, would it?”
“Shannon?”
Shannon could not easily vocalize a response, as her mouth and throat were currently filled with school board member. To signal her reply, she pulled up her skirt with her free hand, displaying her white panties. A dark spot had formed between her legs. She then pulled them down, revealing her pale, round ass, and wet, freshly shaved pussy. Dr. Roberts cleared his throat, slightly dismayed at her provocation. “I see...”
Dr. Roberts pulled down his trousers, his manhood already stiff, stiffer than it had been in years, probably. He placed one hand on her hip and used the other to gently probe her, looking for the opening. Upon finding it he glided his way in, a shock of pleasure rolling over her, and a muffled moan escaping her. He began fucking her while she sucked and stroked the other two men, who occasionally fondled her breasts through her shirt and bra. She was enjoying this much more than she thought she would, pleasing three cocks at once.
 Dr. Roberts giving an unexpectedly strong performance as he held her by the waist, thrusting into her with brisk, forceful motions. Pleasure jolted through her, from her pussy, up her spine and down to her toes. Meanwhile she passionately gave Dr. Stevens and Dr. Birkheardt her all, sucking, licking, and pleasing, occasionally taking them into her throat. She could feel the building tension in all of them, heard them grunting and groaning in ecstasy as she pushed them towards orgasm. Dr. Roberts, for his efforts, was bringing her close to the edge.
With a hand on her shoulder, Dr. Birkheardt guided Shannon off of him and said, breath heavy, “Hang on now,” all activity ceased. “Roberts, you can't have all of the best part. C'mere, girl.” With that, Dr. Birkheardt motioned for her to lay on the table. She crawled onto the table, Dr. Richards sliding out of her with a wet sound. Before she could lay back, Doctors Stevens and Birkheardt helped her remove her clothes. She lay on the pool table, head hanging over one edge, stark naked, hard nipples standing on small, round breasts.
Dr. Birkheardt took up a position between her legs. Without wasting any time he drove himself into her and began fucking her relentlessly, grabbing her by the hips. Violent ripples of pleasure cascaded through her, her head rolled back over the edge of the table. Dr. Stevens took this as an invitation and stuck his cock into her open, moaning mouth. He pushed himself all the way down her throat,  and proceeded to face fuck her. It took some effort to relax enough not to gag. He shortly relented, and allowed Dr. Roberts a turn. Dr. Roberts was somewhat gentler, though his larger size made suppressing her reflexes harder.
She lay there, numb with pleasure. Lost in the idea of these three men using her as a fuck toy, Dr. Birkheardt hammering at her cunt, the large man sweating and groaning, Dr. Stevens and Dr. Roberts taking turns delving into her throat. It was strangely wonderful in a deviant, decadent way. She'd climaxed several times, each a crescendo of carnal joy.
 If only Ewan would join. No, he deserved better than to just be one of the cocks in her holes. Maybe this would prove how devoted she was. Maybe he would show how thankful he was. Part of her enjoyed being vigorously used by strange men, part of her yearned to make gentle love to Ewan. Part of her wondered if it was normal to get this philosophical with three hot, hard, cocks having a go at you. 
Unsurprisingly, Dr. Birkheardt was the first, his thrusts becoming irregular shortly before a great groan and full-bodied spasm. He pulled out quickly, his throbbing manhood spurting his seed all across her belly in ropes and droplets. He roll to the side, face red and panting. “Whoo! I ain't had a lay that good in a while.” He stood and pulled his pants up as Dr. Stevens assumed his former place. “Ewan,” Dr. Birkheardt said as he wiped his brow.”Anything your department needs, it can have.”
Dr. Stevens and Dr. Roberts continued, fucking Shannon at each end. Dr. Stevens thrusting into her quickly and shallowly, going only just past his head. It was a welcome change after Dr. Birkheardt's relentless pounding. Dr. Roberts made deep, smooth thrusts into her throat, she could feel a great tension welling up in him, sweat ran down his brow and neck and he trembled and moaned slightly at as he pushed into her mouth.
He came as he fucked, slow but powerful. He lurched forward with a stifled groan and shoved his manhood as far as he could down Shannon's throat, strong pulsations launched copious amounts of his seed deep into her. She struggled to swallow it all. He removed himself and said, quietly “Thank you, my dear.” He packed himself away and had a seat in the nearest chair. “Quite enjoyable, Mr. Wells. Quite enjoyable. You have my favor in any future endeavors.”
Dr. Stevens climaxed shortly afterward, a brief, quivering event, his manhood sputtering a few droplets of cum below her bellybutton. After regaining his composure he, like the others, pledged his allegiance to Ewan in regards to the school board. 
Shannon lay there on the pool table, naked, panting, sweating, her inner thighs slicked with juices, covered in sperm, her pussy aching, her throat feeling stretched. Even though it hadn't been nearly as bad as she feared, she still felt Ewan had better be extremely grateful for this. He approached her, and said quietly, a touch of concern in his voice “Come on, honey, let's get you cleaned up.”
* * *
They stood by Shannon's car in a parking lot empty save for her and Ewan's SUV. “Darling, if there's anything I can do for you, automatic As until you graduate, a spot in every exhibit, hell, your own exhibit. After tonight we'll probably be able to turn things around for the department, and it's all thanks to you.”
Shannon thought for a moment, reflecting back on all she had put herself through for Ewan. “Take me out to dinner. Somewhere nice. Not as a student, as me.”
Ewan sighed, mulling the request over. “It would be massively inappropriate and could cost me my job if word got out. Though, if we can cover tonight up, hiding just you and me shouldn't be hard. It's a date, love.”
Overall, Shannon was satisfied with the results of the evening. She'd saved the Classical Arts Department, proved her dedication to Ewan, convinced Ewan to take her on a date, and found out getting fucked by three men at once can actually be a lot of fun. A small, slutty part of her secretly hoped she'd be called on to mediate more disputes on the school board.
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Summer of Tentacles
In the late 1960s, a pair of teenage hippy girls summon a hoarde of lusty, cosmic monsters to a music festival. The sequel to Tentacles in Suburbia.
They assailed the throng of onlookers, wrapping their thicker tentacles around the bodies of those in the crowd and lifting them into the air, man or woman, smaller tentacles grabbing wrist, or thigh, or ankle, others tearing off clothing, one even prying Avnita from on top of Abigail. In short order, each human being in the park was in the grasp of an unearthly beast, save for a lone, young woman with the eyes of  goat, lying unconscious in the center of a painted tarp, her mind light-years away.

Yoshime Saito vs. The Thing From Beneath The Ice
Busty Japanese biologist Yoshime Saito indulges in her strange desires for a bizarre, tentacled creature found beneath the Antarctic.
Yoshime leaned forward and laid onto Organism 881819, it spread as her back pushed against it. It was hard, yet elastic, spreading out around her. The feeling of it against the wide swaths of exposed flesh on her back was wonderful. She rolled to her side and it clung to her. Turning completely around,  it was like being enveloped in a exhilarating, strangely hard, fluid. It ran over and through her breasts, dripping down her chest and shoulders, sliding across her stomach and down to the rest of it on the floor. She rolled and turned, engulfed in the wonderful sensation surrounding her torso. Her nipples hardened. It both gave way to her erect nipples and pushed back against them, providing a mild, erotic sensation. After a few minutes, she felt as if she'd had her fill of indulging in her desires. She stood and the organism parted and ran down her body, back into a puddle.

The Orgy That Saved Mankind
One woman's fight against sexual repression thousands of feet below the Earth's surface.
“I am... 106 I am...” X-117's words melted into a shuddering moan. I let him free from my grasp, his cock pulsated hard with every wave of his orgasm, leaving sticky white puddles across his toned abdomen. I decided to give him a show to end the encounter, and proceeded to slowly lick the cum off of his stomach, maintaining eye contact the whole time. The speaker above us hissed one last time. “Unauthorized fraternization is not allowed. Cease and desist any and all sexual activity.” 

On Her Boss's Desk
A Series of escalating public encounters.
7 minutes.
Alexander rose to his feet, turgid manhood protruding from the fly of his pants like a monument. He ran a gentle hand up her back, enjoying the lines of her form and the smooth fabric of her blouse, before slamming into her. His entrance was like a thick lightning bolt- hot, forceful, devastating. A hard shock of pleasure and pain cascaded through her. She let out a throaty groan, then stifling herself, worried someone might hear. The worry, however, was tinged with the excitement of being in public. The danger of discovery was adding to her thrill.
He fucked her, strong and fast. His cock delving deep into her, their thighs clapping together, her ass rippling, her soaking cunt squelching, with each thrust. Cathy had one hand gripping the edge of the platform, the other was covering her mouth, letting only quiet whimpers through. Both of his hands were firmly clutched around her waist, providing control and leverage as he repeatedly crashed against her. She could hear quiet, guttural sounds coming from behind his pursed lips.
4 minutes.

Sex Over The Stars
An anti-social astronomer explores the final frontier: Her own sexuality.
Karen suddenly stood from her work station and stood next to Kurt. “I have done some thinking.” she said, Kurt leaning back slightly in his chair. She was standing unusually, and slightly uncomfortably, close. “You are right. I should not let a bad experience and my own anti-social nature keep me exploring my sexuality.”
“Well, good.” he said with a affirmative nod. “I hope it works out well for you.”
“I have also decided,” she said pensively, “To engage in sexual relations with you, Kurt.”

The Comely Conjurer Vol 1 A Priest in the Bush is Worth Two In The Hand
A Medieval Fantasy tale of a young wizard seducing a priest.
They lifted her and dropped her roughly on one of the slabs, the ones holding her arms clawing at the tender flesh of her small breasts, tearing her robes. One restraining her ankle climbed on to the slab with her, his comrade spreading her legs. Her robes riding up her thighs revealing thin, milky legs. She ceased struggling as the undead soldier crawled over her, focusing. She placed the palms of her hands against the two holding her down and with an exertion of will the soldiers were thrown backwards to the wall, engulfed in flames. Now freed, she sat up, placed her hands together, and sent out a blast of white, magical flame, incinerating their dried flesh and blasting apart their rotting bodies.

The Comely Conjurer Vol 2: There's an Orc In My Ass!
The young wizard continues her journey with  an uncomfortable encounter with an Orc warlord.
Ishara was at a loss. She had no idea what she could offer the orc leader in exchange for the book, but she couldn't walk away empty handed. This was a huge step towards her goal. “I've got gold. It's not much, but surely it's worth more to you than this dusty old book.”
“Y'r right, but,” he countered, “You gotta want 'at book sommin' fierce 't come 'alla way out here an' into Big Toof's den. I ain't gonna let it go so easy.”
Ishara stammered, her mind racing with something she could offer the warlord.
“She'll blow you for it.” Omena said. Ishara looked back at her bodyguard, stunned, angry.
“What? It's OK for a handsome young priest but not now? This book must not matter that much to you.”
Ishara took a deep breath, and with her exhale siad “Fine. Yes. I will.. blow you in exchange for this book.”
Big Toof laughed yet again. “Now 'at's summin' worth a buncha pages. C'mon up 'ere girl, an' show ol' Big Toof wot it's worth t'ya.”

An Innocent Act of Adultery
An eccentic man and a lonely work-from-home wife go on a drug-feuled adulterous adventure.
She led me to the bedroom, relieving me of my shirt in short order, planting heavy kisses across my neck and chest. Sadly, she stopped just short of my belt line before kissing her way back up my torso. “Months”, she said “It's been months since my husband last fucked me. Even when he's home, he's so focused on working and taking on more projects for bonuses and promotions, he just barely gets me off and either goes to sleep or back to working.” I was more than happy to oblige her. I lifted her by her waist, carrying and dropping her to the mattress as she giggled in surprise, soft part jiggling with the impact. Her belt was still tied though the robe had become fully open, a toned stomach and bristling gold pubic mound revealed to me.

4,000 Words About Fucking
Exactly what the title says.
Inanna took great joy in this yearly ritual of giving a young, strapping innocent his first taste of flesh. She stood before him and let her robes flow off of her body. “Are you prepared, Dumuzi, to begin this sacred rite for which you have been chosen?” she said. Dumuzi replied with a nervous gulp and a nod. Inanna ran silken fingers down his chest and abs, cupping his manhood with both hands. She could feel him already swelling under her touch. With an experienced smile, she kissed him, stroking him gently. His hands, eager and inexperienced, headed straight for the soft heft of her breasts, fondling them awkwardly. She worked her way down his body, making a trail with her lips down his neck, chest, and stomach. On her knees, she worked his seedbag with her tongue, a shudder of his body and a twitch of his shaft her reward.

Cerija Umonali vs. The Hillbilly Cultists of Zebyim V
Lost on a backwards planet, an interstellar spy finds herself in the clutches of monster-worshipping locals.
Panic descended upon her quickly, she thrashed against the firm grip of the thing as it pulled her higher and higher above the swamp, placing the knife in her free hand and hacking wildly at what clutched her other arm. Another tendril lashed out and wrapped itself around her free arm, pulling it away from the other, ending any chance she had of cutting herself free. She thrashed, kicked with her free leg, and shouted, accomplishing nothing for her effort, still tightly restrained, slowly ascending towards the canopy and an unknown fate. Rustling came from above, while the sounds of creaking and groaning of wood mixed with something large and bestial permeated the air. Two more tentacles descended from above and wrapped themselves around her waist and thigh, limiting her resistance even further and, strangely, sending memories of the binding matrix flashing through her mind. A weird arousal from the strong, thick tentacles binding and controlling her ran through the fear gripping her. Her helplessness a source of both terror and excitement.