Renfaire Fantasy 1: Essence Jar (Patreon)

/// Mild NSFW warning.

“It’s—they’re right here!” Emily shot back, frantically grabbing a heap of the prepackaged condoms and jumping forward to offer them.

Did I—did I just have sex?!

Her legs felt wobbly in the best of ways, and it was difficult for her to describe how well-fucked she felt. It’s just really fuckin’ NICE. Although… yeah, does kinda make me want it more and more, though…

Emily still felt like she was wading through horny, right now. Maintaining coherent lines of traction for thought while threading her mind along such treacherous footing was enormously difficult, especially when trying to navigate such slutty slick surfaces! The Rio Raunchy was flooding way over its banks, and the current was deceptively strong—any slightest slip up, and adios, muchachos. It was more than just hard to think, her thinking hat had long since been swept away by the current and was just gone.

And I don’t even have a thinking hat!

After a frustrating month struggling to fish out any hint of magic from the well of blue deep within her… Emily now felt herself so thoroughly inundated with magic that it was difficult to properly function.

It was a sweeping riptide of vivacious blue, and dizzying reds and pinks tumbled through the rapids in a discordant mess. Moreover, it moved when she focused—the streaming shape of bright blue eddies sluicing through at speed her changed when she cast her quivery feelings out across the flow. What did that do? She had no fucking idea! It was something, but the surging stream of input rapidly transitioning into output was an onslaught of liquid volume so overwhelming that the idea of meaningfully controlling it towards some purpose seemed downright silly.

Well—what the fuck? Emily wound up dropping most of the condoms, but hurried to start tearing open one or two of them. So, my power is definitely HERE right now, whatever it is, but what the fuck does it DO?! And—fuck, should we uh, should we double up condoms on Brian’s dick? Twice the protection, right? Wait—and didn’t I bareback him already just now?!

“Emily you’re such a stupid fuckin’ klutz!” Kelly berated her, snatching one of rubber rings from her.

Then Kelly kissed her, a surprise open-mouthed kiss that sent fragments of burning red plunking across the cascade of blue movement flooding Emily’s mind. Just as suddenly as she had invaded, Kelly was gone, turning away to give the condom to Brian and Stephanie even before the splashdown from those staccato crimson impacts upon Emily’s psyche had subsided.

“Uhh, uhhh,—no you!” Emily retorted, several moments too late as she worked her lips. Kelly’s got kind of a cinnamon sort of flavor?

That wasn’t her best comeback, but managing one at all in these heady circumstances felt like accomplishing a major feat.

She watched with wide eyes as Brian march-stepped an all-too-willing Stephanie over to the sofa, and then pushed her up against it. They both still stood, but now Steph was bent over, bracing her hands against the back of the furniture and sticking out her magnificent tush for him. Emily didn’t even have a dick, and she found herself wanting to hump into the girl—Kelly was barely able to squeeze partway between them and stop Brian from immediately pushing his incredible erection in. Kelly attempted a quick intervention between the two, her gentle hand darting in to try to adjust the aim of his thrust so that—

Parry this you fucking casual! Emily giddily sung to the surf and spray blasting across her mind.

—Brian’s terrifying plinth of dickmeat instead actually slid upwards, careening past Stephanie’s lovely pink anus and parting the top of her butt cheeks. Another small splurt of semen spat out, this time hitting the small of Stephanie’s back in a mess, and Stephanie let out a manic sounding giggle.

Oh wow she actually parried it, Emily bit her lip. Like—holy shit, Kell. SKILLS. Respecc.

“Steph—hnngg Stephh stop, STOP,” Brian protested as Kelly frantically fumbled to capture the head of his thrusting organ with the mouth of a condom. “St-Steph—disconnect the uhh, the uhhhh disconnect o-our brains for a sec? I’m gonna—just—stop stop stop a sec, let the, let the Kelly get the condom on!”

Stephanie, however, was not able to display restraint right now.

“Hehehehe!” Stephanie tittered, gyrating her butt back up against him and bucking her hips so that her ass shook. “Oh god Brian fuck me fuck me fuckme. Fuck. Me! Fuckmefuc-c-ck—meEEee—!!”

Oh wow, that’s super hypnotic. Emily blinked as pink-blue fizzed into foam inside her thoughts. And, here I thought my weird thing was just for bewbs?!

“Stephanie wait—”

That Brian was able to stammer out semi-coherent sentences at all while Steph had them mind-tapped together was actually super fucking impressive—Emily remembered the way that direct connection had magnified their emotions, multiplied them, back when they had shared that steamy kiss in the stairwell of the hotel. Brian’s hips were swaying back and forth as he tried to fuck something, and another gooey shot of cum slung out across Kelly’s cheek and chin before the girl was able to finally wrestle the rubber over his beast of a cock and start to shimmy it down to properly cover his length.

The collateral damage here was frightening. An overpowering feedback loop of lust had taken hold of Stephanie and Brian, and even Kelly’s eyes were glossed over—she dropped down to her knees, already looking completely baked. Brian grabbed Stephanie’s sides, his now-safely-wrapped ramrod pushed into her pussy with an audible wet sound, and his entire body arched into that motion as though she had sucked him the rest of the way in. Droplets of fluid scattered again as Stephanie squirted, and both of them trembled as an unseen load was no doubt blown inside the condom.

J-jesus, Emily couldn’t even bring herself to look away. Should we try to pull them apart and swap out sheaths already?! Is there even a point if he’s just busting loads all over the place? Are we gonna make a little pile of cum balloons?!

After a brief, shaky moment, Brian gathered up just enough of his mind to pull his hips back, raring for an even more forceful thrust, and then he was simply slamming against her again and again in violent slaps of flesh that pushed squeals of delight out of Stephanie. The pistoning smashed Stephanie’s upper body into the sofa top, and the sofa legs dragged across the floor inch by inch as Brian’s pummeling pushed the entire thing out of the small living room and towards the kitchen counter.

Wow. Again, wow. This all really uh, ESCALATED, really fast. Watched him makin’ out with Kelly, and then all of the sudden just seeing that put me from PARK into DRIVE, was dripping for it and completely down to try and give him the absolute sloppiest sloppy-toppy. Then he—hnMmngh—he choked me out just a TEENSY bit, and things got all super blue and shifted into a higher gear? Was all fucking over him and I think those scraps of nylon over there are my shorts and we DEFINITELY fucked, but I like barely even got to savor it! I want MORE already…

Being fucked into submission wasn’t like she’d imagined it to be from reading so many hentai doujins—getting laid turned out to be just deeply satisfying. Collapsing there on the sofa in a blissed out state had been really, really nice. Satisfying was the only word that came close to encompassing the feeling. As though she spent her life ignoring, repressing, or just living with unmet needs for so long that that became the new normal; then suddenly she found her desires fulfilled—sexually, emotionally, and intimately.

Emily had always felt urges, and she knew she probably masturbated more than most other girls, but tickling her clit to fantasies in privacy just wasn’t going to fucking cut it anymore. Not when she could make out with Brian, or even kiss Kelly or Stephanie. The dynamic was just incomparable—because paradoxically, when brought together, their individual needs fulfilled each other’s needs.

“Hmm, hmm, hMmm, Hahh, hmahh, hahhh, hahh—!!” Stephanie’s delighted moans were transforming into gasps as she struggled for breath beneath the pounding she was receiving.

Brian was giving her his all, and with his feet planted apart and his muscles cording with the motion, the sight was so beautifully masculine that Emily’s fingertips found their way back to her snatch. She actually felt twinges down there, her poor little box was feeling a bit battered and bruised, and as she watched Brian lay into Steph with force right there in front of them, it was plain to see why she was feeling a little beat up.

But, fuck, in a kinda awesome way?

Clambering over to sit on the floor beside Kelly, Emily spread her legs open and ran a careful middle finger along her slick folds. It felt nice, and not even just in the normal urgent way—like she didn’t even want to fingerbang herself, just massaging slowly along her slit was arousing but also provided relief. Sliding her finger across and then tracing a little dancing circle right upon the lip of her clitoral hood while watching Brian fuck Stephanie was simply a perfect way to spend an evening.

Her red-haired girlfriend next to her seemed to agree, and Emily pretended she didn’t see Kelly sneaking slurps of the spilled semen and then carefully suckling her fingers clean. In her opinion, Kelly had earned the right to snack a little—although now that Emily wasn’t too stupefied to remember where the collection jar was, they really did need to figure out how they were gonna capture tonight’s big finale into it.

“Babe…” Emily turned to address Kelly. She was new to using a pet-name for the girl, and it still felt awkward to say. “Think we’re close—we’d better get the jar.”

“Right,” Kelly’s eyes focused. “Yeah.”

Resting to the side of the other seat that had faced the coffee table, their prepared container was a thirty-two ounce glass jar with a metal clasp lid, picked out from the dollar store where Kelly worked. Its design was meant to appear like a rustic, old-fashioned cannery jar a homesteader might use, but purportedly there at Dollarydoos only little old ladies bought the things to put wrapped candies in. Emily couldn’t help but think they would be doing much the same—especially if they wound up having to toss a bunch of half-filled condoms in there tonight.

Even if the stupid crap with Chloe doesn’t work out—because man yeah wouldn’t THAT be a shame—we can just use it as a treat jar!

She wanted to get actual test tubes and flasks and bottles, laboratory kind of equipment so she could pretend the experiments she had planned out were science and not just her fucking around and probably gobbling up the cum when no one was looking, like she was some kind of nymphomaniac. But, in the end, the set of vials she found online were expensive. Their giant Dollarydoos glass jar was a single buck, and if Brian’s emissions thus far tonight were any indication, the thing might not be as ridiculously oversized for the task as they’d first guessed. They might have to buy more than one jar.

Of course, tonight also might not really be NORMAL output for him, either, Emily surmised. He was maybe laying there for that whole month with his balls just getting more and more backed up with magic seed that needed release. Our poor, poor Brian—it’s okay now, baby. You can let it all out…

“Kitten,” Kelly warned. “I think they’re about there. We’ll have to… separate them.”

“Yeah, totally,” Emily nodded, unable to tear her eyes away from Brian thrusting into Stephanie—he seemed to be racing towards the big finish. “If we don’t, she’ll get, uh… super knocked up.”

“Yeah,” Kelly bit her lip in agitation. “That’d be… not ideal. Less than ideal. Right?”

“Preggers?” Emily said. “Probably not ideal. Kinda… super hot to think about, but maybe more than we wanna have to deal with, right now?”

“Yeah,” Kelly said again. “Just—like, I feel bad. We’ll have to pull them apart. Don’t really trust a condom to… completely handle all of that. I remember last time it was pretty crazy.”

“Yep,” Emily sighed, rocking forward and then climbing to her feet. “Unless we want to just have Steph… squatting over the jar afterwards?”

“I think… too risky,” Kelly took Emily’s hand and also got up. “Way too risky. Even with plan B. Right?”

“Yeah,” Emily said. “Risky sex is risky.”

“It really is,” Kelly agreed. “Damnit. Grab the jar.”

They approached Brian on tiptoes, with all of the caution of big game hunters nearing a Lion that was in the middle of feeding on its meal. Emily felt silly, surprisingly nervous, and fairly guilty for moving to interrupt the intimacy. When they were right beside where Brian had both Stephanie and the sofa now pressed up against the kitchen counter, he turned to regard them with a distracted, bleary gaze.

“Brian babe, you’ve ah, you’ve gotta cum in the jar,” Emily stammered out, holding the container up so that his dazed eyes could land on it. “Y-you can’t cum in Stephanie. Not tonight. Please?”

To her surprise and relief, his brows furrowed in concentration but he nodded at her, still slamming his hips into Stephanie with decadent meaty smacks that filled the entire apartment with the sound—and smell—of sex. Kelly placed her hands gingerly on Brian’s beautiful shoulders as he sped up even more—and then with a jolt of tension, Brian staggered back a step, pulling his length out of Stephanie.

His dick glistened in the light of the apartment in an absolutely mesmerizing way, and the sheer sight of it sent giddy trickles of blue down the forefront of her thoughts.

It was already twitching and about to fire, so Emily rushed in with the open jar, and hurried to fit the wide mouth over his dick. To her surprise, though the jar was big, it wasn’t quite long enough for him, and the moment the cockhead inside pressed up against the glass bottom it disappeared as that end of the container clouded over in a milky-white eruption, splorch after silent splorch blowing load after load inside.

Holy fucking shit, dude, Emily mouthed the words, eyes wide in astonishment as she watched the jar fill.

“Mmm, good—good, let it allll out, let it allll out,” Kelly cooed into his ear in a sultry whisper. “Just like that. Jussst like that…”

Brian shuddered as he came, he was panting, and without Kelly behind him to hold him up there was no way he’d still be on his feet. All the same, he just kept on cumming and cumming, and as rope followed gooey rope to fling out inside the jar Emily was forced to tilt the thing simply so it didn’t start spilling out the other end. Brian’s mammoth erection then pressed itself up against the top of the glass, like a specimen too proud to be contained. She had a mostly clear view as it continued to flex and throb out impossible amounts of spooge.

“K-Kelly uhh, Kelly lean him forward kinda,” Emily instructed, trying to tilt the incline the jar forward but unable to with Brian’s dick too erect to be pushed down further. “Brian, can you…?”

He gave them another nod, still breathing heavily and not trusting himself to speak, and then slowly lowered down. With Kelly and Emily’s assistance, he was able to drop onto his hands and knees in front of the sofa. Discovering herself beside Brian in this milking position seemed to be unlocking a whole new fetish for her, but Emily paid attention to what she was doing and was able to carefully set the jar down. Her other hand then snaked in between the mouth of the thing and Brian’s body to grab the base of his dick and give him some healthy jerks, wringing out three or four more big spurts before it began to calm.

His swollen dick continued to slowly flex in her hand and dribble out cum for a minute, and Emily watched the whole thing in blushing fascination, examining the jar’s warm contents as they settled.

“Well,” Emily said, her tongue feeling thick and awkward in her mouth. “Uhh. He didn’t fill the whole thing, at least? But, holy fuck. He definitely filled like half of it. Half of a thirty-two ounce jar, that’s, what, fifteen, sixteen ounces of splooge? Brian holy shit.”

“Nah,” Kelly sighed, patting Brian’s back. “Way more than that.”

“You think?” Emily couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

“Hah,” Kelly nodded in Stephanie’s direction. “See for yourself?”

Stephanie was a heaving mess where she’d collapsed into the sofa, quivering legs akimbo and her face hidden by the cushions she’d gathered up to hug against herself. A broken condom dangled from her flushed lower lips, which discharged thick amounts of even more semen to roll down her thigh and plap across the floor in sticky beads. The girl’s poor bottom was red, handprints were visible where Brian had gripped her, and Emily could almost make out wisps of steam rising up off of the girl’s naked lower body.

“...Oops,” Emily giggled. “Well, fuck. Day after pill for sure, then. And, uhh—holy hell can you just smell it all?! I wanna like, I want all of this inside my mouth, right fuckin’ now.”

“Yeah,” Kelly switched from small, loving pats to gently rubbing up and down Brian’s back as he tried to breath. “Brian babe, you alright?”

“Wheww,” He answered by blowing out a long breath and then letting out a laugh. “Wheeewww.”

“Steph?” Emily called. “Are you… are you still alive?”

The girl’s toes curled and uncurled, and Stephanie struggled for a moment to extract a one hand from the sofa cushions she was hiding her face in, and give them a timid thumbs-up.

“Okay, cool. Cool,” Emily giggled again, reaching over with her free hand to slap Stephanie’s naked ass with her free hand. “Man. This bad boy can fit so much more cum in it!”

Brian snorted out a laugh at that as Emily gave his dick a little shake, making him drop down further from up on his hands to down on his elbows.

“Can you… still go for more?” Kelly asked. “Brian?”

“You know,” Brian’s breath was ragged. “It’ll sound… absolutely fuckin’ crazy, but I probably even could. Might have to give me a sec, though.”

“I’m closin’ up the jar, watch your nuts,” Emily warned, pushing up on his abs to indicate he should lift up a bit so she could extract him from the jar. She slid it out from beneath him, flipped the lid shut, and clasped it securely with the little metal clamp. When she picked it up, the jar was surprisingly heavy, now. “Annnd yeah, there we are? One small, single-serving sample, ready to go!”

“Chriiist,” Brian chuckled, rolling over to lay on his side. “That was… a bit… intense?”

“...I’m so sorry!” Stephanie’s embarrassed voice was small from where she was buried in the couch cushions.

“Steph like—connected us somehow, and it got to where like, I couldn’t even stop if I wanted to?”

“I’m sorry!” Stephanie squeaked again. “I’m sorry!”

“No, it was—holy fuck it was incredible,” Brian blew out another slow breath. “Just—man, if we’re doing that, we always need to make sure we have handlers here, who can pull me off of you? Because otherwise—Steph I mighta not been able to stop. Like, seriously—that would have gone on through the entire night, and on past sunrise. I don’t think our bodies can handle that?”

“Kell didn’t get a real turn from you yet, though!” Emily teased. “You up for one more?”

“I’m gonna… clean her up,” Kelly said, wetting her lips with raw desire. “I’ll lap up all this precious stuff from our Stephie fountain, so it’s not, um, wasted and just pouring out onto the floor. And if… if you still want to, Brian, just whenever you’re ready again? Fuck it, just stick it in me, while I do that? I am completely down for whatever dicking you’ve still got in you.”

“I’m almost out of fucks to give,” Brian said with a lopsided grin. “But… yeah, gimme a bit, and that sounds like a plan.”

“Can I uh,” Emily hugged the warm glass jar against her bosom as she put on a cute pout. “Brian, then can I kiss you while fuck her? Not like just a kiss kiss, but like the magic makeout thing? If that’s cool? I dunno if I can go again for legit sex tonight, without gettin’ sore.”

“Yeah, of course, yeah,” Brian’s look flashed with concern. “You okay?”

“I am fucking fantastic,” she assured him, leaning down over him for a smooch.

His kiss was languid now, slow and seductive, and she let out a hum of satisfaction as their mouths worked against one another for a long moment. Kelly climbed over past them to settle in right beside Stephanie, and Brian and Emily both paused as they heard her begin lapping away and making appreciative noises.

Wow, Kelly. Wooow. Y’know, you weren’t this noisy eating when it was lasagna?

In the end the dishes from earlier were forgotten, along with the fresh sheets and bedding upon the bed they neglected to visit, and into the late hours of the night Brian was wearing a new condom and on his knees behind Kelly performing sedate, sensuous thrusts into her as she ate out Stephanie.

Emily made out with Brian until her head was too awash with blue to think, then later she went over to visit a very flustered Stephanie with little kisses, and finally, she settled herself in for the night draped partway over Kelly, so that she had a front-row seat to watch thick cock slow push in and out of Kelly’s pussy at a rolling sort of grind. The magic jar cradled up against her was half-full, and she couldn’t even imagine considering it half-empty.

Because, things were too good—happiness and raw positivity radiated from their tired bodies as things began to wind down. Stephanie was halfway off of the sofa and letting out the most adorable little snores, and Kelly’s eyes were half-lidded and drowsy as Brian rocked in and out of her, obviously fighting to keep his own eyes open.

Sleepy already herself, Emily spread out one leg and drew lazy little spirals across her sensitive folds, strumming out tiny little miniature orgasms one after another as easily as hitting guitar chords—the pangs chased each other as they spread out in dreamy little ripples across the surface of her mind. Her lovers were all here and now properly reunited, the rich blue reservoir of magic within her was placid now but definitely fully topped off, and Emily found herself in complete contentment.

She decided that this was one of the best nights of her entire life.

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/// Sorry for it being late! I took an extra day with it, and it's a lot closer to chapter sized than teaser sized this time. Twice as many pages as Sofa Sesh pt 2! This one will conclude part 1 of Renfaire, and then the next bits will pick things up the following morning.