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Necronomicon World Tour	By : drowsteel Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Call of Cthulhu Views: 3714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on The Call of Cthulhu by HP Lovecraft. I don't own Call of Cthulhu or DC Comics and make no money from this story.

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“Damn emails,” Hiruma growled, looking at the massive email some bitch had sent to his phone. He was about to delete it, then decided to open it after all. About a thousand pages popped up, way too small to read. Hiruma enlarged them, then smiled. “YA-HA!”

Over the past months, the Deimon Devil Bats had noticed that Hiruma had been spending a lot of time reading text messages by himself. Especially when he took notes and didn’t use them to threaten anyone.
“Hiruma’s really getting strange,” Kurita whispered at Sena.
Sena blinked, then glanced at Hiruma, who was staring at his cell phone and cackling evilly. “He always does that.”
“It seems different lately,” Kurita said. “More like he’s crazy.”
“How could he be MORE crazy?” Sena asked.
Kurita thought about that, trying to put his finger on it.

Suzuna rollerbladed into the team headquarters building wearing her cheerleading outfit with knee and elbow pads. “I’m here!” she called out.
Hiruma was sitting on a folding chair, chewing bubblegum and looking at his cell phone. “Good for you, damn cheerleader.”
“So why did you want me here?” Suzuna put her hands on her hips. It was always kind of hard to tell what Hiruma’s mood was, since he was always grinning evilly and putting the word “damn” before everyone’s name.
“Tryouts,” Hiruma giggled as he said it. “I don’t know who the head cheerleader is going to be.”
“It’s me!” Suzuna flushed red. “It’s always been me!”
“Says you, damn cheerleader! I never appointed you!” Hiruma grinned. “Maybe it’ll be Mamori now!”
“She’s team manager!” Suzuna protested. “She can’t do it!”
“We’ll see,” Hiruma said, “who wants it more.”
“Am I late?” Mamori walked in, also wearing her cheerleader uniform. Suzuna’s cheeks puffed at the sight of her, creating look which was too cute to be threatening.
“You’re on time, damn manager.” Hiruma blew a bubble, popped it, then kept chewing his gum.
“Do you really want this job?” Suzuna pouted at Mamori.
“What job?” the taller girl blinked in confusion.
“Starting the evaluation!” Hiruma sprung to his feet. “One: uniform appearance! Face each other!”
The girls stayed confused for a second, the turned to face each other.
“Damn cheerleader!” Hiruma pointed at Suzuna. “Describe your opponent’s body!”
Cheeks pink from embarrassment, Suzuna looked at Mamori.
“She’s got big boobs,” Suzuna said.
“Correct!” Hiruma cackled. “Damn manager has huge mellons! Not like your mosquito bites!”
Suzuna’s cheeks turned redder. Mamori looked sympathetic.
“It’s okay to have little breasts,” Mamori said softly. “You have such a cute face!”
Hiruma’s eyes shifted. The girls didn’t see it, but his pupils glowed.
“So her face turns you on!” Hiruma giggled.
“What?! No!”
Mamori protested, but she suddenly felt attracted to Suzuna’s adorable little body. She swallowed, hoping Hiruma couldn’t tell.
“And you!” Hiruma looked at Suzuna. “You liked the damn manager’s tits!”
Suzuna’s body prickled from arousal. “I like them,” she admitted. Mamori started blushing now.
“Turn around, damn manager.”
Mamori did it. She felt like she couldn’t resist Hiruma’s voice, like it was binding her.
“Check her ass out, damn cheerleader.”
Feeling compelled, Suzuna lifted Mamori’s skirt and looked at the team manager’s round, ample butt.
“I like it,” Suzuna whispered. “I...it’s so much nicer than mine.”
Mamori sighed, feeling caressed by the words.
“Tell her to touch it,” Hiruma giggled.
“Pull...pull my skirt off,” Mamori breathed. “It’s okay.”
Hands trembling, Suzuna unzipped the skirt and slid her panties off, tracing her fingers down Mamori’s soft legs. Her kneepads touched the floor, and Suzuna found herself staring right at Mamori’s ass.
“You want me to have this filmed,” Hiruma said it like a question, but it wasn’t. And as soon as he said it, it was true.
“I want this on tape,” Mamori breathed.
“I want to watch myself,” Suzuna agreed.
“Enter damn cameraman,” Hiruma giggled. “Damn manager, bend over. Give her a better view.”
Sena walked in, face beet red as he worked a camcorder. “Why do I have to be the cameraman?”
“Because the cameraman gets to fuck Mamori later,” Hiruma answered. Sena gulped.
Mamori leaned forward slightly, allowing Suzuna a look at her pussy. She felt ashamed, but excited. She couldn’t believe she was showing her ass to another girl, and letting it get put on video.
“Can I touch it?” Suzuna asked.
“Yes,” Mamori turned slightly to look at the shorter girl. “Go ahead and touch me.”
Suzuna put one hand on either buttock, squeezing gently. “It’s so soft,” she said. “It’s...”
Heart pounding, Suzuna leaned in and touched Mamori’s pussy lips with her tongue. Mamori gasped and tensed up, then sighed, relaxed, and gently pushed back against Suzuna’s face.
The small girl slwowly started licking, tracing her lips and tongue up and down. Mamori started moaning, and Suzuna started getting more excited at the encouragement, licking all the way up and down Mamori’s pussy, even licking up to her asshole and loving hearing the surprised squeal before returning to the wet pussy.
Getting close to climax, Mamori started rocking her hips, rubbing herself excitedly against Suzuna’s face. Both girls were grunting and squealing.
“That’s enough,” Hiruma grinned. “Hop up on the table, damn cheerleader.”
Reluctantly, Suzuna pulled away from Mamori. The taller girl turned all the way around and kissed Suzuna passionately on the mouth, tasting her own love juice on the smaller girl. Suzuna moaned, reaching down and fingering Mamori.
“I said stop!” Hiruma snarled. The girls parted, a little frightened by the scolding.
Suzuna hopped up on the table, struggling to lift the weight of her rollerblades up with her. She ended up sitting spread eagle, panties showing.
“Get her ready to be fucked, damn manager,” Hiruma ordered. “And don’t finger yourself,” he added, noticing Mamori reaching between her own legs. Mamori whimpered.
Rushing herself, Mamori snatched off Suzuna’s underpants. Suzuna yelped, startled by Mamori’s frantic movements. Mamori pushed Suzuna’s top up, revealing her little boobs and dark tan lines briefly before diving on her nipples, sucking them and flicking them with her tongue.
As Suzuna started moaning, Mamori thrust her hand between the little cheerleader’s legs and shoved three fingers inside her cunt. Suzuna howled, having never been stretched that wide before. Mamori’s hand started pumping hard, and Suzuna pleaded with her to slow down.
“Go take care of our damn manager, damn cameraman!” Hiruma snatched the camera from Sena’s hands and shoved him forward, towards Mamori’s exposed ass. Too excited to undress completely, Sena unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out, getting behind Mamori and slamming inside her hungry pussy. Mamori groaned on Suzuna’s chest, finally slowing her fingers as she got satisfaction.
Sena’s quick reflexes sent Mamori right to the brink of orgasm, and when his hands shot under her blouse and grabbed her sensitive tits, she came hard. Suzuna grabbed her by the head and frenched her, enjoying Mamori’s expression in climax. The taller girl kissed back, flicking her tongue lightly against Suzuna’s.
“Stop!” Hiruma cackled again, now setting the camera on a tripod. “Damn cameraman, switch places with the damn cheerleader!”
Mamori sighed as Sena pulled out, turning and kissing him, pulling his clothes off as Suzuna climbed down off the table.
Still being kissed by Mamori, Sena slowly climbed backwards up on the table.
“I love you Sena,” Mamori whispered. Sena looked stunned.
“Get up on him, damn manger!” Hiruma ordered. “Damn cheerleader, put this on!”
With that, he tossed a large, bright red strap-on to Suzuna. Her eyes bulged.
Mamori didn’t need any more encouragement. She pushed Sena flat and climbed on top of him. using her hand to guide his stiff dick into her wet slit. Right away, she started bouncing on him and leaning forward so her tits hung in his face.
Nervously, Suzuna was putting on the dildo. It matched her uniform.
“Hurry up, damn cheerleader! The damn manager needs her ass fucked!” Hiruma giggled. “Tell her, manager!”
Mamori moaned, reaching behind her with both hands and spreading her ass cheeks as she rode Sena. “Put it in me, Suzuna,” she gasped. “I want to feel you in my ass!”
Suzuna’s face matched the dildo as she climbed on the table, positioning herself between Mamori and Sena’s legs carefully before gently inserting her strap-on into Mamori’s butt.
“UNGH!” Mamori held still, eyes squeezed shut and biting her lower lip. Sena put his arms around her comfortingly. She grunted as Suzuna eased into her, finally filling her ass.
Tentatively, Mamori started humping again, startled by the stimulation of being penetrated two ways at once. Her lovers started matching her rhythm, making her scream. They started moving faster, throwing Mamori into wildly bucking and howling.
“I LOVE YOU SENA!” Mamori screamed. “OHHH FUCK MEEEEE!”
Suzuna started smiling as she plowed Mamori, enjoying sending the usually composed girl into wild passion.
Feeling hands on her shoulders, Suzuna yelped. Hiruma whispered in her ear.
“You love this,” he said, and pushed his cock into Suzuna’s tight pussy.
“IT HURTS!” Suzuna squealed. “IT HURTS SO GOOOOOD!!”
Not sure whether to thrust into Mamori or back against Hiruma, Suzuna started slamming into both of them wildly.
“Mamori...I’m going to cum inside you...” Sena moaned.
Mamori kissed him. “I want your cum,” she whispered. “I want it to fill my insides and make me cum...” She started riding him harder, feeling her own orgasm close.
With a last groan of pleasure, Sena let his load go. Mamori convulsed, climaxing and squealing with delight at feeling her lover’s cum.
“Cum for me,” Hiruma ordered, and Suzuna came uncontrollably. Her tiny pussy squeezed Hiruma’s cock until his semen filled her, then he pulled out and checked the camera, leaving his teammates gasping in a pile on the table.

The moral of the story is: Cell phones are dangerous in the hands of Yoichi Hiruma.
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