I was walking out there, simply to check the mail. Bright, sunshiny day, a little cold. I had shut the lid — no mail yet — and was walking back to the driveway when I heard a vehicle pull up and stop on the road nearby. Turning, I saw a sleek red sports car. Its front window was rolled down and a woman in sunglasses leaned out, smiling at me.

“Hey cutie, what are you doing?”

That was her, not me. I stepped closer, trying to get a better look. “Can I help you with something?”

“Oh, no. I was jus t wondering if we could help you.”

“What?” I stared just a little more. She was gorgeous, her white face around a very large mouth with wide lips. Long, platinum blond hair fell past her shoulders.

She brought one arm up and out of the car, motioning to me, beckoning with her finger. “C’mere.”

Her shoulder was bare. Surely not the rest of her?

“What? I don’t even know you.”

“Aha.” She laughed. “But you will soon. Why don’t you get in the car and come for a ride with us?”

“Um … I don’t understand. ” Obviously there were more inside. I took another step, trying to see, but the glass was tinted heavily. Two shapes in the back, and it looked like another girl was sitting next to the driver.

The driver leaned forward, eyeing me above her shades. “I said, get in the car.” Commanding tone, yet she was grinning with a set of perfect white teeth. “You find me … appealing, don’t you? You were thinking a moment ago, Huh, her shoulder is bare, I wonder if she’s naked. Mm-hmm — ” she looked down — “and your penis just jerked a little, when I said the word naked. Am I surprising you?”

I stared at her, then whipped my head away. What the hell … ?!

“Have I proved myself now?” Still grinning, she pointed to the car’s back door. “Get in the car.”

“Not … not a chance.” I turned to walk away.

The car door slammed and I turned to look; instantly someone pushed me from behind and I stumbled forward, too fast, the car door opened by itself and I hurtled toward it, then my head ducked, someone was there and I flew up over her, then found myself in the seat as if I’d gotten in and sat there myself!

Another door slammed, someone got back in — another girl, sitting to my right, a bathrobe? “Go,” she shouted — “go go go, now!”

The car jerked, backed up, then sped forward and I was pushed back. I leaned forward and felt someone grab at my shirt collar. “What are you doing?!” I yelled — “crazy, what the hell — ”

A hand shoved me back. “Sit down. This won’t take long.” The driver.

I was back again, head next to her hair. A strange smell. “Stop the car.”

Another hand pushed on my head and I fell back, and the front passenger turned to look at me. Whoa — she had dark skin and straight, reflective black hair, a thin, voluptuous face and small lips. “Just wait. We promise you will not …” she giggled … “be hurt.”

Laughter. Girls laughing — four of them. Two in the front, and two in the back, with me between them.

I couldn’t believe this. My heart pounded. Was this even real?

I looked left. The girl was maybe fourteen or fourteen, with long blond hair, and she stared up at me with shadowed eyes, grinning. A small, pink, sleeveless top outlined perfectly her curves — huge breasts for her age, firm and round, and her navel had about three inches clearance. Her shapely legs were completely bare and a denim miniskirt ended just over her thighs, with frayed threads lying over soft white skin.

She looked down, then up and grinned saucily. “Go on,” she said. “Look all you want.”

Face red. I turned around. The other girl had light brown skin, with high cheekbones and thin, wide bright eyes … Asian. Below … her blue bathrobe ended halfway between her hips and knees, letting me see her long, sleek legs bent over the car seat. Her robe's neck … it plunged into a V far down. I could see her deep, dark breast line.

She caught me looking, smiled sweetly, reached up with a long arm and grasped the edge of her neckline, pulled it slightly aside, revealing more flesh. Breasts … no, not everything, but she wore nothing but a blue bra under there!

“Now, Seth.” The blond driver laughed and she was watching me on the rear-view mirror. “Don’t get too wild with Leslie and Sabrina back there.”

“How do you know my name?”

“We know a lot about you,” she said. “Been watching you for some time.”

I leaned forward … totally confused. “What are you talking — what is going on?”

“Well, we should introduce ourselves.” Her head turned and I backed up a little, and she grinned. “Believe it or not, we are the goddesses of sex. In our realm, you’ll learn to know us better.” She kept eyeing me, but her hands were still on the steering wheel as the car went down the road.

“Who … where do you come from?”

“Oh, that’s not for you to know. But you can know our names. I’m Melinda, the mouth.”

“Melinda what?”

“Mouth,” she said. Her lips opened, thick, wet and glossy, and her tongue slid out — slick, huge, waving over her mouth and in the air like the head of a serpent.

This can’t be real. I shifted in my chair, suddenly uncomfortable in my groin.

The other girl turned — her shoulders were also bare but the seat blocked the rest of her. She smiled, and spoke softly, in a sultry voice: “And I’m Ashley Anus. You won’t believe what I can do.”

Face … hot. “Ashley Anus?”

“Yep.”

Back here. The younger girl tilted her head and pursed her lips in a smile. “I’m Leslie Little, and I’ll go to bed with anybody, as long as he’s polite, and nice, and gives me grr-r-reat blowjobs.”

“Seth is nice!” Melinda shouted.

“Oh, I know.” Leslie giggled. “I can’t wait to experience him!”

I was trembling … and at my right, the Asian-looking girl smiled, her beautiful, thin eyes gleaming. She had almost no accent, her voice lilting: “And I am Sabrina, the swimmer. I will have sex anywhere in the water, or even under it. You will love what I can do.”

This was insane.

“In a moment you'll be in our realm.” Melinda was still looking back at me, even while she drove. “Then you can choose whichever one of us you like.”

“To have sex?”

“Absolutely. It’s what we do. And we’re great at it.”

I sat back, stunned. It was beyond anything I could have imagined … four, gorgeous women, whether goddesses or not, kidnapping me, for sex? From me?!

“Here we are,” Melinda said.

In the road the light changed — it looked like a deep, thick cloud of darkness. Without a sound the car drove toward it and then through, inside, dark, and then it emerged into somewhere else, inside.

How had they done that? An inter-dimensional shift? A porthole of some kind?

I looked around, amazed. Walls, ceiling, a door ahead. “It’s a garage,” I said.

“Well where else are we going to park the car?” Melinda stopped, set the brake, turned the engine off, and opened the door and got out.

The other two, Ashley Anus? and Sabrina, opened their doors —

I turned to Leslie. “This can’t be real. You’re not real.”

“A dream, huh?”

“Yeah … has to be.”

“Well in that case, you’ll need to pinch yourself.” Her eyebrows came down and she smiled, wickedly. “Or me.”

“What?”

“Pinch me, Seth. Anywhere.” She leaned my direction. Our hips pressed together. “Come on. Touch me.”

No way. I reached down to her, laid my hand on her leg, near her minskirt’s edge.

Leslie wriggled her shoulders. “Mmm. Come on, you can do better.” She moved my hand back, then up under her skirt. “More. Come onnnn.”

I can’t do this. A forbidden region, her inner thighs pressed together and me pressing in, soft skin, I felt her warmth. In a moment I would be touching —

“Hey, Seth.” I jerked my hand away; Ashley was leaning over at the back door. Wow — I could see up underneath her bra top, and she wore tight, tight black jeans with a thin purple string around her waist above them: a thong. “Come on out,” she said. “Inside.”

They were all waiting. Without looking at Leslie I slid out that way and stood, and Leslie followed. Then she went first, ahead of me, and I saw her curvy butt sway back and forth, underneath her tight skirt. I can’t watch … when standing her head came as high as my chest.

The four girls — or goddesses — were there. Melinda went first, through a doorway, down a hall. Thick, soft, gray-and-red carpet, inlaid with patterns, plain walls, almost no light. Then it opened up into a room: several couches, and a big-screen TV. Several doors lined the walls.

Another girl on the couch looked up — she was lying down on her stomach. “Got another one, Melinda?”

“Mm-hmm,” Melinda said. “Seth.”

“Ooohh, yeah. He’s had some great fantasies, I hear.” The other girl rolled over and sat up — holy crap! She wore a tight bodysuit, solid black, like Catwoman, but at no place did the material line into folds. Lean, pale face with red lips, straight, shoulder-length luscious brown hair, thin shoulders … huge, perfectly formed breasts that outlined completely under the black sheath. I could almost see her nipples.

“Hands off him, Courtney,” Melinda said. “I want him first.”

“Courtney?” I choked. “And she’s … Ashley Anus …” I could barely say it: “What do you do?”

Her voice was deep and breathy: “Courtney Clone.”

“C-clone?”

She stretched, pushing her chest out, boobs protruding toward me … “My special ability is recreating fantasies. Anybody you’ve ever taken a second look at, I clone her. I probe your memory and then I assume her characteristics: body, clothes, voice, memory, even setting. A former girlfriend, or just a sexy somebody you saw in a department store. Britney Spears. Jennifer Lopez. I do them all. I become someone else, and give you an experience.”

Stunned … I looked back to Melinda. Now I could see her full body … long, platinum blond hair, and her large breasts filled her cream-colored sweater that fell off her wide, bare shoulders … the sweater was a thick knit and I could see through to her skin and thin white bra. Underneath she wore denim shorts, just past thigh length.

“And you’re … what do you do again?”

“Mouth,” Melinda said. Then her lips opened again, wide, dark and wet. Her tongue emerged, sliding over her lubricated lips, unnaturally large. It can’t be … her tongue was much longer than it should have been. Melinda licked the air, her saliva crackling, staring at me with wide, shining eyes, then rubbed the corner of her mouth with her finger.

In my pants … my penis was growing harder. I had been erect ever since I had looked at Leslie in the car.

Melinda grinned. “I think you want me first. It’s only fair. I found you and I drove the car.”

I could barely speak. My eyes traveled over her body again — perfectly shaped breasts, trim stomach, wide hips, gorgeous legs. “I’ve … Melinda, I’ve never had sex before.”

“Then I’ll teach you what it’s like — at least, what it's like when you lose your virginity to a goddess.”

Melinda Mouth.

“What’re you going to do with me … what’s your … s-s-special ability?”

I had a pretty good idea but I couldn’t believe it myself.

Melinda grinned, staring at me with sultry eyes. “I’ll show you in there.” She pointed to one of the doors. “Our private realm. Come on.”

No way I could resist her. And no way I wanted to.

I gulped hard. “Okay.”

But I persevered, and kept going forward.  I knew instinctively that I was going the right way, though as night deepened, so did my fear mount, to unbearable levels.  Every sound, every movement began to make my heart race.  Though I was cold now, I sweated profusely from the fear.  I knew that the more I traveled deeper into this forest, the nearer I came to danger.  And yet my feet carried me unerringly deeper towards the darkest of nightmares.

Just when my fear reached a fever pitch, I heard the sound of horse's hooves.  A sound of humanity, a sound of hope.  But then I looked up and saw you come around the bend towards me.  The hulk of a silhoutte against the night.  A dark, lurking shade outlined against a dark and dangerous sky, you moved towards me.  The momentary joy I'd felt was replaced by trepidation and insecurity.  There was only menace and power in your stance, in the way that you were part of the darkness, not separate from it.  For a moment, the thought flickered through my mind that you were perhaps even the master of it.

Your voice came from shadow, smooth, gossamer strands of sound that caressed my ears with a chill that had nothing to do with the cold of the night... "What are you doing in my forest?"

"I am lost, my Lord, I meant no trespass, I assure you," I replied.

"And yet, trespass you have. And for that, you will pay."

"Please, forgive me, Lord, for I know not even why or how I have come to be here!" I shivered as a frisson of fear ran through me.

"It matters naught, wench, for I am the Master of this place, and you are subject now to my rules.  You will come with me, and I shall decide how you will repay me for your trespass."  You reached down then, and I was swept astride your horse, he as black as the heart of hell itself.  Your face still unseen, we leapt forward, the great beast striding towards my destiny with fatalistic rhythm.  The only sound besides the thunder of his hooves was the thunder of my heartbeat as it roared in my ears.

Fatigue settled into me, and I felt myself repeatedly jerking awake, heart racing. The ride seemed to go on and on... yet it was over all too soon.  Out of the darkness loomed a giant edifice.  Dark gates towered against the inky night sky, somehow managing to be darker than the darkest night I'd ever seen.  They loomed over us, like crows awaiting carrion.  My heart skipped at the comparison.  The gates opened, more terrifying for their very silence.  Nothing so huge should move without sound, and yet they did, parting with a violent grace.  As we entered, they closed, their method of closing unknown, or unseen... just as insidious either way.

I was unceremoniously deposited upon my feet, and your hand on my elbow steered me without delay towards the black entrance to what was unmistakably a castle.  The hallway which greeted me was dark, yet the darkness couldn't hide its opulence.  Gold and silver filagree glinted in the light thrown from guttering torches. Macabre tapestries seemed to move upon the wall, their colors rich even in the barely discernable torchlight.  We walked the hall in silence... the rustle of the rushes that covered the floor the only sound.  It was the sound of my doom, and I knew it.  I trembled with the knowledge.  I trembled from your touch, which was burning its way through me.  I trembled in fear... I trembled with suppressed desires.  Desires I didn't understand.

The walk down the hallway again seemed eternal, yet it seemed simultaneously to be nothing more than a momentary reprieve.  We arrived all too soon at a chamber.  It was undeniably a bedchamber.  Vast, it echoed with an eerie silence as we entered it.  You gestured ahead, and I entered first.  Then I felt you come up behind me.

I felt your breath, hot on my neck.  I shivered with fear, and with delight, as your lips moved down to my shoulder.  But I did not fight you, I couldn't.  I simply stood as your hands moved against my hips, trailing up along my ribs, and even as you reached the laces of my bodice, I did not protest. For a moment, you worked against them, until frustration at being held from your prize overcame you.

"Remove these, for they confound me," you said, and without hesitation or thought, I obeyed.  Freed from their confines, my breasts delighted in your exploration of them.  My heart roared, as if jealous of my newly freed breasts, it wanted to be released from its prison, as well.  But such was not to be, and I felt your hands caress my breasts, feeling their weight, feeling the satin of my skin.  Your touch on my nipples lit a fire between my legs, which roared above the sound of my fervent heartbeat, a feat not so simple by this point.

"Your skirts must go," your voice was cool in my ear, and it jarred me instantly to motion... the skirt slipped from my hips to pool at my feet with the bodice which had preceeded it.  With nothing more than a motion from you, my knickers joined it, and I stood naked in your presence.

"Should you not kneel in the presence of your prince?" you asked me, and I turned to you, and knelt.

"Yes, my Lord."

"Undress me," you commanded, and I could do nothing else but obey without hesitation. I knelt before you, my body no longer my own, my hands subject to your every whim. Within moments, you stood proud and powerful and naked before me... yet, even still, your face remained shrouded in shadow. 

You motioned, and I knew what to do, not even a moment was needed for thought.  I reached out to you, and ran my hand down your dick, fearful, yet I could not stop myself, and I couldn't help the incongruous joy that flickered to life in me as you allowed me to take you into my mouth.  I sucked you then, my hands and my mouth offering you a homage that only you and I understood.  I loved you with my lips, I worshipped you with my tongue.  I knew I'd never seen you before, and yet just as truly, I knew you, and I loved you.  And I could do nothing else but obey you.

As I felt your climax nearing from my tender, loving attention on your dick, I felt the thrill beginning, the urgent desire to taste you, to accept the very physical and definite physical proof of your desire for me.  As you erupted into my mouth, I drank of your pleasure, and mine blossomed within me, burning desire flared between my legs.

But I asked for nothing as you slipped from my mouth and stood before me.  I simply knelt before you, waiting.  I knew it was as you wished it, and I desperately wanted to please you... though I was terrified of you at the same time.  After what seemed eternity, I felt your touch upon my chin, you raised my face towards yours... and still I could not see you.

"Lie upon the bed," was your simple instruction, and I hastened to obey.  What else could I do?  I could not resist you, and I knew in my heart that even if I could, i would not.

As I lay upon the bed, I felt your weight upon me, your hands moved over my legs, up my calves, and down my thighs.  I panted from desire and fear... I knew your intent, and I wanted it, I wanted you.  When I felt the heat of your breath upon my pussy, I jerked with reaction, so highly charged was my desire.  When the fire of your mouth closed over me, I moaned with unbridled lust, and when I felt your finger slip inside of me, I was undone.   I was torn between the desire your mouth created, and an urgent, overwhelming need to feel your dick buried inside me.

I heard my voice begging you, pleading with you to take me, to make me yours.  I knew that I already was, and yet I could not help begging you to prove it yet again. When at last you plunged inside me, you rode me fiercely, and I met you thrust for thrust, my desire at a fever pitch.  It overwhelmed me, and I came, and as I felt you fill me, I came again, filled as much by the erotic pleasure of knowing you had just claimed me again, as by the physical delight of feeling you throb inside me.  And deep in my heart, the ecstasy of knowing I had pleased you made my heart as truly yours as was my body already.

As the morning was drawing nigh, and we were laying together, exhausted, and nearing sleep, you asked me a question.  Your voice was filled with the most profound longing and a tragic hope, "Do you know who I am?"

My response came from my heart, and I knew it was the right and true one... "You are my Master."  And as I slipped into sleep, I felt your tears against my skin.  And yet, still, intwined as we were, I had not seen your face.

Morning came, and the bedchamber that it illumined was no longer the one of the night before.  It was, instead, fresh and bright, filled with color and life. As I looked at you, and saw your beloved face, I could but marvel, and ask, "What happened?"

You told me the story then, of the witch's curse.  When we had refused to allow her revenge upon her neighbor for a slight we knew had not been committed by the neighbor, she had set upon us a curse.  Our estate had become a place of darkness and madness.  You had been given an overwhelming lust for me, and I had been set to wander, each morning finding me lost in our wood, and my memory of you gone.  I would forever fear you until I remembered you.  But even as the curse had begun, you told me, I had made you a promise, and through the long months that followed, I had kept my promise..

"Though I forget you, I will always obey you.  I will always be yours to command," I had said, and never once had I disobeyed you, even though I had sometimes been desperate in my fear of you.

"And last night, even though you could not possibly do so, you remembered me, and called me Master again. I love you, and nothing has changed for me from the curse... I want you still, with a desire that burns within me like fire."

You gestured then, a gesture I knew well, and even as I slid down your body to take you in my mouth, I had one last thing to say... "Yes Master."

Ashley kept breathing, and I moved slightly, sliding under her back, greased with sweat and maybe more chocolate. “Mmm … you done?” she asked.

“I think so. Finally.”

Her head turned around without sound and she bent her knees to get up, and my penis slipped out of her asshole, dripping the brown syrup. It coated her brown cheeks and my pubic hair, wet, sticky, a mess. Now, with my energy gone, it especially looked a mess.

Ashley turned around and bent lower, her long black hair behind her, her large brown breasts dangling below her neck. Her vagina, small and red, also slick with chocolate … minutes before, while sucking and fucking her otherworldly ass, I had hardly even noticed anything up her front.

“Looks like you need cleaning up,” Ashley said.

“You too.” So weak. “But you’ve got your magic, or whatever … you can do it instantly, right?”

“Mm-hmm.” She knelt straighter and her pussy dripped a chocolate glob, then she reached behind her back with both arms, grasped her ass cheeks and pulled to the sides, then let go — slap from back there.

I watched stunned as the chocolate goo lifted itself from my groin, tickling the hairs, molding with the syrup on my penis and coalescing in midair, floating as if in space … and then I saw the syrup cleaning itself off Ashley’s legs and pussy, wrinkling in the air. Then the blob of chocolate over me finishing sucking itself off and narrowed into a stream, shot over toward her blob … then all of it slipped down between her legs and Ashley bent her vagina forward, moaning slightly … “Ooo …” gurgling, slurping from back there, like water through pipes … she was sucking it back up her ass.

Damn. What a turn-on … if there was any possibility I would ever be turned on again.

With her slender, angular face still alive with that smile, Ashley turned and slipped off the bed, bent over to the floor and began picking up her clothes — black bra top and tight black jeans. She slipped the bra over her head, then leaned over and picked up something else — a thin scrap of purple fabric — and held it up, staring at me mischievously. “Oh, look what you did. You broke my thong.”

I smiled, feeling as if I would go to sleep at any moment. “Just fix it …”

Ashley held it to her mouth and blew on it — and it twitched. She moved her arms down, sticking one long leg into the thong … repaired, instantly. I wasn’t surprised. Nothing surprised me anymore.

Earlier, Melinda had magically dressed me, but I figured I might as well do it myself this time — I had to get my energy back. Melinda had also refueled me, after our “session” … with her magical kiss. Ashley might do the same, although it seemed impossible now.

No matter. I got off the bed, found my clothes, and started getting dressed. Ashley was sliding one leg down into her jeans, then struggling a little, fitting the waist around her bulging ass cheeks. I put on my underwear, then shorts, then belt, then t-shirt … leave the shoes and socks. Ashley had stripped herself fast without having to worry about those.

Now she was redressed, and she stood there, waiting for me. “Ready for some more?” she asked.

I smiled as I sat down on the bed. “You know I’m wasted now. Help me.”

“That’s because you’re mortal.” Ashley grinned and reached down to my hand, pulled me off the bed. Standing next to her I could see right down her bra top, her incredible curves inside … but it seemed like no big deal.

She walked before me to the door, her huge, firm ass weaving under her shorts — and it didn’t seem all that sexy. Nothing did.

She would have to correct that soon …

At the door Ashley twisted around, then her arms wrapped around my waist and her beautiful face tilted up … yes … and I bent down, my eyes open, hers closed. Our lips touched and she pressed close, shifting her head from side to side as we kissed, hard, wet. And I felt the strength return. Physical. Sexual.

I mumbled around her lips, “Oh my god.”

She let go and pulled back. “Does that do it?”

“Mm-hmm.” And I stared down at her chest. “And you are incredible.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Do you want more, or would you like to go out and try someone else?”

She was so sexy. For a moment I pictured picking her up, taking her back to the bed and re-stripping her, ripping her thong off again and sucking the chocolate out of her ass. And yet … “No offense. But yeah, I’ll try someone else.”

“That’s what we’re here for.” Ashley opened the door to the larger room outside. “Don’t worry about offending anyone … but if you want to bed my ass again, anytime, let me know.” She looked back and grinned. “For now, I’ve got nothing else to do but watch the game.”

“Absolutely …”

The game was football, on the big-screen TV, and four of the girls were on the chairs and couches pointed toward it. Melinda, the Mouth, in her shorts and cream-colored sweater, and her incredible, elastic mouth was fully closed now, looking its right size. The slender-legged Asian girl in the bathrobe sat beside her — she had introduced herself as Sashiko, who would swim underwater while having sex, or something.

Ashley and I were there and she took her own chair and leaned back, fully reclining.

On the other couch was the girl in the tight black leather-like bodysuit, who had been here when I had arrived with the others. Courtney Clone, she had said. Anybody you’ve ever taken a second look at … I probe your memory and then I assume her characteristics: body, clothes, voice, memory, even setting. … I become someone else, and give you an experience.

But next to her was someone else, an amazingly petite and young someone else — so young, that even with my restored vigor, I was afraid to try this. Was it even right?

She had given her name in the car. Leslie Little. Her slender face was framed with a mass of long, straight blond hair, now turned toward the TV screen.

Then Leslie noticed me looking. She grinned wide in my direction. “You’re done with Ashley?”

“Um. Yeah.”

Leslie’s eyes narrowed, sultry and teasing. “You enjoyed her ass, didn’t you?”

Well, no secrets here. “Uh-huh.”

“You can have my ass next. And everything else.” Her eyes squinted and she leaned forward. “Wouldn’t you like to come play with me?”

In the car, she had teased me to pinch her. Instead I had touched her leg, far above her knee — and she had taken my hand and slid it up underneath her thigh-length denim skirt, with the frayed edges. My hand. Up her skirt. Between her legs, so soft.

The other girls looked in their mid-20s. But Leslie … so young!

My heartbeat raced.

“How old are you?” I asked.

Leslie leaned back, assuming a sultry gaze with her blue-green-shadowed eyes. Courtney, next to her, wasn’t even watching. “Eighteen,” Leslie said. “But I know I look fourteen to you.”

No way. I can’t do this.

Slowly I shook my head, but my pulsing blood told me otherwise. Imagine her, naked.

“But I’m a goddess.” Leslie stood and stretched, her pink top tightening against her breasts. “Fourteen. I am 14 only by human standards. What do you even know about the goddesses?” Now she stepped forward, swaying her hips and now moving her hands across her chest, then to her sides, tracing her curves. She stopped before me with her breasts inches from my stomach. “We’re not subject to any kind of rules here, even physics. You’ve seen that already.”

So sexy. So beautiful.

Leslie broke my silence. “You want me. I know you do.”

Now Courtney looked up and locked eyes with me. “She can only be herself, Seth. I can be anyone.”

I swallowed as I stared. Courtney was older. And even more magical. And with what she said she could do …

Then I looked down to Leslie’s young, gorgeous face. “Take me, Seth.” Her lips pursed, moist and soft. “Please. I know you’ll like me.”

Imagine her. Naked.

Leslie’s hands dropped to her skirt. She bent down the waist edge, revealing the top band of her white lace panties.

I had to have her. “Okay.”

Her face came alive and she squealed, jumped once, then slid around the couch, bare feet on the floor. I came after her and she went to another door, in the other wall — a smaller, thinner door. She turned the handle and it swung in, and I followed her in.

Leslie was behind me, and she closed the door. “My bedroom,” she said. It was very small, with a single pink-quilted bed, surrounded by bare, pale yellow walls that allowed about two feet of space to all sides. “It isn’t very big. It’s just petite and beautiful, like me.”

My breath caught in my throat. “You are,” I said.

“Oooooo,” Leslie cooed. “You really think I’m pretty?”

“Absolutely.”

Now she fell silent, and smiled sweetly at me. Then her eyes narrowed. Her face took on the expression of a seductress.

“Stare at me,” Leslie said. “Don’t be nervous. I want you to see every bit of my young body.”

So I stared. Without saying a word.

Leslie was slender. Petite. Her delectable curves were outlined clearly under her pink, tank-top-like shirt and denim skirt. Her shirt’s neckline curved only half an inch above her ample breasts — they were large and round, tight under the thin fabric. The shirt’s bottom edge fell several inches above her waistline, revealing her trim midriff and deep navel. Her shapely hips rounded to the sides of her short skirt. Its ragged bottom edge ended just below her thighs and revealed bare, slender legs underneath. Bare feet.

Her face. Young and smooth, with blond hair almost to her shoulders, and blue eyes.

I just stared.

“You’re beautiful,” I said.

Leslie smiled, her eyes turned downward. Almost shyly.

“You’re melting my heart,” she said, and then looked up. “And now. Wouldn’t you like to feel my heart?”

I swallowed. My mouth was dry. “Uh-huh.”

Leslie reached forward and took my hand. Her touch lingered.

She pressed my fingers to her neck. Warm skin.

Her breasts were only inches away. Leslie’s lips parted, widened her smile. Shining, white teeth under moist lips.

“Come on down,” Leslie said. “Under my shirt.”

Gently Leslie pushed my hand down. Under her tank top. My god. And over her bra and left breast. Warmth. Soft flesh, under thin lace fabric.

I did feel her heart beating. My own was thrashing wildly.

Leslie spoke in a near-whisper, “Touch my skin. Feel me.”

My fingers moved up and then under her bra cup. And my hand clasped around Leslie’s boob. Soft, round. Her nipple hardened, pointed and hot against my palm, and her other breast was also excited — I could tell even though her pink shirt and bra.

I stared at her upturned face, my hand not moving, just absorbing the warmth. Her shadowed eyelashes fluttered as her green eyes slid upward, staring at me, her mouth barely open.

My fingers wriggled over her breast. Beneath — I felt my penis bulging ever harder.

“Oh, yessss,” Leslie purred. “Squeeze my little tittie.”

I did.

Then Leslie’s lips narrowed. Now … I bent lower, my own mouth ready, and met her face. Our lips fastened together. Hers were small and dry, then she opened further and I felt the wetness. We kissed in and out. Clasp, clasp. “Mmmm.” Smack. “Oh, Seth.” Kiss. Then we pressed in again, tighter. My fingers squeezed Leslie’s breast and my other arm wrapped around her back, embracing her. Leslie’s lips wriggled in my grasp and she gasped in delight. “Ohhhh. Ohhh, mmm. Oh, yes, oh.”

With her body, she pushed toward me. I stepped backward, my hand still clasped over her breast. Then I felt the bed at the back of my legs and I sat down — her face followed me down and she leaned over, standing before me, her hands at my sides and embracing me. Her tongue drew back in and her lips closed for a long kiss, wetter and hotter then before. Savoring.

My lips pressed into hers, hard. Leslie’s sweet breath was all over me.

Then I broke off suddenly and slid my hand out of her bra and shirt.

I moved my hand down across her covered breasts, stroking her softly. I stroked her navel, then slid my fingers from left to right over her tight stomach.

Leslie’s neck bent lower. Her eyes were wide and she feigned an innocent expression.

“Seth, don’t you want to take off all my clothes now? Wouldn’t you like to see me nude?”

I nodded and Leslie retreated, still standing in front of me while I sat on the bed.

First, I pulled off my shirt, over my head and tossed it away. It hit the wall and slid down to the floor.

Leslie grasped the bottom edge of her pink shirt, as my eyes traveled up and down her long, slender bare legs.

“Do you like my legs?” she asked.

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

“You do know that I’m going to take off my skirt for you today. I’m going to take off all my clothes.”

Leslie’s ass. Leslie’s vagina.

She pulled up her shirt, revealing more skin. Then she slid it past her white lace bra.

“Do you want to peel off my tight, wet little panties?” Leslie asked. Her eyes gazed into mine and I halted, leaving her pink shirt bunched up by her neck. I stared at her face, transfixed. She spoke, never losing that sweet, innocent smile, just above her crumpled shirt above her breasts.

“After you do that, you’ll see my tight, young little pussy,” she said. “And it’s wet. Just for you.”

Both breasts protruded toward me from inside her bra cups.

“Would you like to kiss my pussy?” Leslie laughed gently, batting her eyelashes. “Then you will want to lick my pussy and suck it. Riiiight?”

She waited for my answer.

“You want me to suck you?” I asked.

“Oh yes. Please.” Leslie’s hands came down. She spread her fingers across her hips, then slid them up past her waist and bare midriff. Quietly she grasped the shirt at her neck. Without a word, Leslie slipped it up over her head … her hair came loose from it and she let it fall behind her.

“Put your tongue right between my legs, and I’ll cum on you,” Leslie said. “Then I’ll get your big, hard cock. And we’ll put it in my pussy, and you’ll push it in, deep, and wet, and you’ll fuck that young wet pussy.” She sighed, her blue eyes drifted upward. “Oh yes. Long and hard. And over and over.”

“God …” I gasped. “Quit — quit talking dirty.” She made my entire body blazing hot for her. I reached around her. She was almost completely topless, and so small and so slender, and so sexy.

I slid my fingers across her bare back and felt blind for her bra clasp.

 “You really want me not to talk dirty?” Her eyes teased.

“N … no. Keep going.”

Leslie smiled sweetly. “I will. Do you want to see my titties, Seth? My soft, luscious boobs? And my nipples are sticking straight out. Did you know? Hard with lust. Lusting for you to touch them.”

I had the clasp, but Leslie gently slid my hands aside. “I can undress myself,” she told me.

My entire body shivered with excitement. Slowly my arms came back from around her and she stepped closer, arms bending. She slipped her fingers up through the shoulder straps.

Then Leslie’s bra fell forward, revealing her breasts.

I grinned wide.

Slender, pale young breasts. Dark red nipples contrasted sharply with the white of her skin and poked out. Hard. Aroused.

Leslie gave a little smile as she looked down to herself. Her hands reached up and she clasped each one, groping herself, sighing as she stepped slightly forward.

“Do you liiiiiike my young little titties?”

 “My god, Leslie.”

Leslie moved forward. She sat down to my right, her hands stroking herself as she looked down. My right arm stretched across her neck and I ran my fingers through her long hair, just watching her; then I squeezed her shoulder, brushed my fingers across her back and neck.

With my left hand I reached over. Leslie faced me with a sweet, narrow-eyed, wide-mouthed innocent smile, squeezing both her boobs as she thrust herself forward, offering them to me.

She let go, and I stroked her evenly, gently. I cupped her right breast with one hand, then moved my other arm from behind her back and faced her head-on. Leslie turned, brought both legs onto the bed as she faced me directly, flipping her hair out of her eyes.

I carefully pinched and rubbed her breasts. Fingered both nipples. Groped her slender orbs of flesh.

“Mmmmm.” Her eyes closed. “Oh, that feels so good. Ooooh, yes.”

“You like it when I rub your breasts?”

“I like.”

I smiled, leaned forward, and Leslie met me halfway for another quick kiss.

Then she leaned back, and just let me pet her.

Leslie sighed. She licked her lips. Her eyes closed. Her hands rested on her thighs.

Then as I groped her, my eyes wandered down to her thighs. Her denim miniskirt, riding high on her bare hips, still shielded my view of the space between her legs.

Now Leslie’s hand slid across to her navel. And lower. Her fingers toyed with the waist of her skirt, and slipped just barely underneath.

I gave both breasts a gentle, firm squeeze.

“Ooooohhh,” Leslie breathed, as her eyes slowly opened to focus on mine. “Oh, yes.”

“Do you want me to touch something else now?” I asked.

I kept rubbing her as her eyes pinched shut, her chin raised.

“Mmm, yesss,” she purred. “Let me take off my skirt and then my panties.”

Finally, I managed to let go. Again Leslie stood before me, now squeezing her own right breast with her fingers. With her other hand, she lifted up her short, edge-frayed denim skirt.

Her panties were there. Thin white lace, like her bra. The edges curved down from her waist around her slender thighs and dove deep between her legs.

I reached to her. Touched her thighs near her panty lines. Smooth, soft skin. I stroked my hands up and down. Then I reached up, under her skirt’s waistline, and found the waist of Leslie’s panties. Elastic. Leslie let go of her skirt and it fell over my hands. I pulled down her panties.

They slid easily down her upper legs, but I didn’t see what was underneath. Not yet.

Leslie bent one knee up. One leg out. Then the other.

I brought her little panties to my face and pressed them close to my nose. Feeling the soft lace, I breathed in the scent of her body. Then laid them aside, and leaned forward.

Leslie gazed at me, eyes round and shining, mouth in a line, feigning complete innocence.

Just as she thrust her hip to the right and raised up her skirt with both hands, fully exposing herself.

A tiny, pale vagina. No hair. And glistening inside. Leslie was already wet.

I reached forward, brushed her inner thigh and Leslie giggled with the touch. One finger extended, and I touched her vagina.

“Ooooh-oooh!” Leslie giggled. “Oh, that is niiiiiice.”

She stepped forward, pushing closer to my hand’s advances between her legs.

I stroked her, first with one finger, then more. Leslie was hot and wet. Her little parts were trembling, slick with her juice.

Thin, sheen-covered folds of skin. Two fingers now. I tickled her vagina and she giggled again.

“Mmmm, please,” Leslie said. “I want a blowjob from you. Will you put your mouth down there and suck between my legs?”

I looked up. Leslie staring down to me, eyelids half-closed. Her mouth was twisted in a sexy teenage half-frown, teeth just visible.

“Take — take your skirt off all the way,” I told her. “Do that first.”

Leslie’s lips tightened into a grin. She stepped back and dropped her skirt over her naked pelvis. Then she swayed her hips from side to side … and that alone made me almost blow my load in my pants.

Still strutting, she grasped the skirt’s bottom edges. With a mischievous grin, she slipped the skirt down over her slender hips. Then lower. There was her lower midriff. Then her tiny, moisture-filled slit.

Leslie’s skirt slid to the floor and she pranced out of it. She weaved her body before me, her arms held high over her head. A striptease dance.

Incredible. She was so small and petite. Long, blond hair; pale, slender breasts with perky red nipples, jiggling over her thin stomach; curved hips, and long, delicious legs. My gaze roved her, searching everywhere, savoring the sight.

 “Oh Leslie. Oh my god.”

There came that innocent smile, as if this were perfectly normal, displaying herself for me this way. “I’m nude for you now, Seth. Just like I said.” Leslie grinned at me seductively as she thrust her bare breasts only inches from my face. “And you liiiike my slender, luscious young body, don’t you?”

“I …” My mouth moved; I couldn’t say anything.

“Do you want me to dance for you?”

My god. “Turn around.”

Leslie grinned and twisted, and bent forward, aiming her ass back to me. Then she jiggled. Her cheeks pointed daringly back to me, tiny and round, with tight, pale skin.

I reached forward and slid my hands across her buttocks. Then I probed her crack with my finger, and slowly let my hand fall.

Leslie turned around, showing me her vagina again.

She bent to the side, swaying her body sexily, her hair falling to one shoulder and then to the other side as she weaved. “Mmmm. You’re thinking about what it will feel like to put your cock into me, aren’t you?”

So small! “Could I … could I even fit in there?”

“I don’t know.” Leslie grinned. “I haven’t seen your cock yet, so I don’t know. Show me your cohhhck, Seth.”

I unfastened my belt, pulled it out and she took it from me and dropped it somewhere. Then I unbuttoned my shorts. Leslie leaned close, her expression curious, but eagerness was in her eyes. So close. Completely nude, her naked body leaned over, hair cascading behind her shoulders. Her hands touched mine, stopping me.

Then Leslie grasped my shorts waist and pulled down quickly. I raised myself from the bed and let her get them halfway off, then, brought up my feet and she let them drop to the floor.

I sat once more, and my knees were over the bed. Leslie stared at me, eying my penis, bulging inside my underwear.

“My, aren’t you big.” Her blue eyes lifted toward mine.

Then Leslie slid down on top of me. Our faces met and we kissed, long and wet. My hand slid down over her breasts and stomach and felt her wet vagina.

Her body trembled as I slid my fingers into her slick crack. Leslie thrust her groin forward. “Ooooh,” she slurred with a giggle.

Would you put your mouth down there and suck between my legs?

I moved out from under Leslie, then grasped her waist with both hands, pushed her back.

The thought of actually doing this was beyond belief.

I said it: “Leslie.”

Her hands hung limp at her hips and she frowned in mock disappointment. “Mmm, why won’t you touch me again? Put your fingers on my pussy.”

“Would you like … me to suck you instead?”

Leslie’s eyes snapped open. She stared at me. “Yes.”

“I want to give you that blowjob now.”

“Ohhhh, yesss!” Leslie shrieked, giggling, then slid her body against my right side and fell back on the bed. Her legs shoved herself further up, her head on the pillows. Then her legs pressed together and she writhed her midsection with glee.

I positioned my head over her.

“Oh, won’t you suck me?” Leslie breathed. “Please, suck me hard.”

I breathed, my face only inches from her vagina. “I will.”

“Won’t you do your best?” Leslie continued, plaintively. “Won’t you make me really, really wet?”

“I will.”

Leslie’s legs spread wide. Deep, red. Glistening wet. “Mmmmm.” Her hand came down and she rubbed herself, just above her thin, small slit.

I bent in, my feet protruding over the bed’s edge. My penis throbbed, still trapped in my underwear.

Finally my tongue extended toward her. I bent lower. And touched Leslie’s wet flesh. So hot, and slippery with her juices. A familiar taste, from when I had licked Melinda. Now I gave oral sex to Leslie, poking my tongue into her crack, penetrating deep, tasting her.

“Ohh, oh, oh, oh … yes, yes, yesss, yessss!” Leslie twitched, jerking her legs. My eyes opened and I stared at her from beneath — a lateral view of her slender stomach and gorgeous, quivering titties with ripe red nipples. She stared down at me, her mouth wide open as she groaned. “Ohhh, suck me, Seth. Don’t take it easy on me just because I’m a girl. Oh, I’m a girl, and I’m nude for you, and I want to feel goooooooood.”

I licked her harder. Damn, she was turning me on.

“Ohhhh, now spit on me,” Leslie murmured. “Make me wet.”

I let my saliva drool over her. Then with my finger I rubbed it in.

“Ohhh, yes, yes. Now lick me. Lick my little pussy. Don’t stop.”

I tongued her more quickly, pushing further between her legs, my saliva gooshing against her wet skin. I had been hunching over her; now I lay on the bed on my stomach, pushing my penis hard against my groin — I shifted to the side as I buried my lips into Leslie’s vagina and groaned with the sensations of her wetness, heat and shivering skin.

My left hand reached down to squeeze my own penis through my underwear. Then I returned my hands to her, resting on her inner thighs and then pressing to the side, I spread her pussy wider open.

“Ohhh, yesss,” Leslie breathed. “Ohhhh. Oooohhhh.”

Her midsection jerked upward and instantly I pushed my tongue in deeper.

Leslie shrieked out and her body spasmed — “MMMM!” She almost seemed to thrash about, crying out in heaving gasps. Orgasm. Liquid flowed from her pussy, spilling onto my lips.

“Oh my god, oh, god … oh, my pussy.”

I had given her an orgasm.

I stared at Leslie from beneath. Then I rolled my eyes upward and focused on her face. “Unnnghh,” I groaned, salivating all over, between her legs. Leslie’s mouth widened with excitement, gaping just like her pussy …

Leslie jerked again. Climaxing. “Ohhh, yes, ohhh, yes, oh, yes, oh yes oh yes!” I sucked her now, pulling the juice out of her, then letting it back out, streaking her inner thighs and legs with it. “Ohhhh, yes!” I extended two fingers and stuck them into her. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my GOD!” — and my fingers penetrated her, in and out, in and out, repeatedly, not stopping …

Leslie spasmed again. “Oh my god! Oh … that … feels … so … GOOD!”

Her inner thighs jerked and Leslie almost rolled to the side, crying out, breathing hard, almost wheezing in her throat. I kept finger-penetrating her, in and out, bringing more juices and more spasms. I felt her legs draw together over my back, the balls of her feet just over my backside … I looked back and saw her toes crossing tightly together.

I pulled my fingers out, leaned back in and licked her again.

“OOOOHHH!” Leslie cried. Her body flailed, her legs crossed over my butt, I kept licking her pussy, wet tongue sliding over every part of her, then up to the top, bringing saliva and her cum almost up to her navel … then back down for another penetration.

Leslie was quiet. Her body stilled. Her breathing slowed.

“Oh my god,” she whispered. “Ohhh.”

I moved my head up. “Did you like that?”

She barely grinned, eyes halfway open. “I like. Ohhhh, my god. Oh I like. Mmmmm.”

“Do you … want some more?”

“Mmmm.” Leslie’s eyes closed, dreamily. “Maybe laterrrr.” Her legs uncrossed and she scooted her upper body upward. I watched her cum dripping and draining onto the bed. Her breasts jiggled as she moved, then her neck strained forward, lips open. “Kiss me.”

I moved up next to her and groped her breasts, found her mouth with mine and our lips locked together. Leslie’s face ground into mine. “Mmmm.” Warm breath, all over me. “Mmmm.” Smack. “Ohh, yes.”

Leslie retreated, eyes locked with mine, mouth open and breathing evenly as I squeezed her breasts. Her eyelashes fluttered. “Now it’s your turn,” she whispered.

I swallowed. “What?”

Leslie licked her lips, mouth open wide. “Would you like for me to play with your parts, too?”

I must have been nodding. “Uh-huh …”

She drew back. “Mm-hmm.” Leslie’s face tightened and she giggled, more wicked-sounding this time, and her body slid down, pulling her breasts from my grasp, and her legs slid over mine. Her hand palmed my covered penis and squeezed.

Kneeling beside me, she pulled at my underwear waistband. I lifted my butt from the bed and Leslie grunted as she pulled off my briefs. My penis sprang into view as she pulled the pair off my feet and threw it aside. Leslie caught sight of my bare, erect member and squealed with delight! Her body jolted down and she stared, eyelashes fluttering.

Both hands came down and her fingers brushed my cock. I was fully naked, on the bed with Leslie.

“Mmmm. Yeaahh.” Leslie stroked my penis. “Oh, yes. Now I can touch you.” She slid across the bed and crawled over my legs, still fingering my penis — I was about to erupt, I just knew it. “And guess what else I can do?”

She was in just the right position for …

“Wouldn’t you like for me to put this in my mouth?” Leslie asked.

My god! “Do you want to?”

She feigned the most sweet, innocent expression imaginable. “Of course I do. I want to know what it feels like. Don’t you want me to know?”

Again I could only nod, my entire body blazing hot for her. “Uh-huh …”

Leslie grinned. Her mouth opened, lips wet and tongue protruding. Her hands released my penis. She leaned downward. Her hair fell across my inner thighs. Her breath touched my cock first.

“You sucked me. I’ll suck you. I will love to suck on you.”

Her small body bent down, breasts hanging and her sexy little ass protruding in the air behind her. As she wiggled her hips, another drop fell from between her legs. Leslie sighed and almost laughed, “Ahh-ha-haaa.”

My god …

Then Leslie, the 14-year-old girl/goddess, opened her lips and plunged her sweet mouth over my throbbing penis.

“Ahhh-haaaahhh.”

I gasped. Leslie’s wet cheeks and tongue pressed around my trunk, then she pulled it back out, releasing it quietly. She breathed on my cock and licked the tip, spit crackling. Then Leslie sucked my penis into her small, tight mouth, hot, wet and luscious. Her right hand slipped underneath and cupped my balls, pinching the skin carefully, jiggling them between her fingers.

I ERUPTED!

“Mmm!” Leslie yanked out the penis and let my fluids burst up onto her face. Her hand grasped the trunk and she wriggled her grip up and down, wringing the semen from my tip as it shot up and out.

 “Aungh — aungh — AUNGH!” I groaned.

Oh my god. Yes, Melinda had done this. But she seemed so far away …

The only other thing in the world right now was this young, gorgeous creature with the sweet face and long golden hair, delicious body and the attitude and willingness of the sluttiest harlot.

Leslie kissed my head, sucking with her lips again as I spurted into her mouth. Her eyes closed, she pulled it in and swallowed, her cheeks and chin dripping cum on my trunk. With her hand she palmed my balls, then brought her mouth lower to lick and kiss my balls, slicking the cum all over.

Finally she let go and stared up to me, eyes still wide. “Oh my god, Seth,” she chided me, with an innocent smile. She wiped the cum from her face. “Look at the mess you made.”

I was so exhausted as my penis finally stopped jolting that I could only agree. “I’m sorry. …”

Leslie grinned wide and licked her own lips, smacking them together with her tongue. “Oh. But I liked it.” With a sigh her chin lowered again and she kissed and slurped at my trunk. “Want to do it again?”

“Ye — yes,” I gasped.

“Then back to work.” Leslie’s knees were bent under her and her tiny, slender ass stuck up into the air behind her. Then she slipped my penis in between her open lips, sucked a little then pulled it further into her tight mouth, where she tongued me inside.

“Oh. Oh, Leslie … oh, yes.”

Her mouth opened, and she muttered around the trunk, “Ya like that, don’t ya?”

“Oh, yes.”

Leslie’s eyes rolled upward, locked onto mine. She stared as she drew my penis back in and groaned, “Auunnghhhhh.” Slurp, slurp. “Unnnnghhh.” The vibration buzzed in her throat and across my slick cock. “Mmm. Mmmm. Mmm-hmmm. Mmmmm.”

Up, down, up and down. Tongue wriggling inside. Thrills shot through, overcoming my exhaustion as Leslie slid the penis in and out of her tight, wet mouth. No cum was releasing, but she wanted more. Again her eyes rolled up to stare at me. The blowjob look. She sucked, she sucked, in and out, my penis tip sliding over her tongue and into her throat and no further … she couldn’t get it in all the way but it was sensuous. She withdrew the head and a string of cum dangled. Leslie licked it up and tongued my head, tickling, stimulating me, then plunged my penis back inside her wet mouth.

I felt it coming and then erupted again. Leslie’s throat constricted — and she swallowed it more, repeatedly! She coughed around my penis, then she forced it in even more and gagged — from inside I felt her throat muscles guzzling down my cum, sliding past her throat.

“Leslie,” I gasped out, “oh, Leslie, ahhhh!”

“Uh-huh,” she murmured.

I reached down and around her head, stroked her hair and then pressed behind her, holding her steady as I pumped into her hard. Leslie’s tongue licked me and I erupted again, driving into her. My hand shuddered on her head as she slurped at my cock. Then her tongue wriggled around inside her mouth as I spermed down her tight, hot throat and her lips twitched over my trunk.

I felt I would almost pass out from the thrill.

Finally that feeling ebbed from my convulsing body, only a little. Leslie slid the penis out of her mouth with another pop of released suction. She opened her mouth wide to show me. White strands of cum coated the insides of her cheeks.

“I took it all,” Leslie gurgled. Her lips closed. She swallowed it down, gulping loudly.

“Oh my god, Leslie.”

“I told you, you would like playing with me.” She squeezed my cock, then slid her naked body beside mine, her head approaching mine on the pillows. Beautiful blond hair, perfect face. Leslie stared at me, semen covering her lips, and flashed a sweet smile. “Did you liiiike me sucking you?” she asked, in a lighter, childish tone. “Did you like putting your cock in my face?”

I nodded. “I … I … yes.”

“Oh, god. You must have liked it so much, you can hardly talk.” Leslie dropped her mouth open, showing off her tongue — it was covered in slick fluids. She licked her lips, removing excess cum, and wiped the rest off with her tongue. “Wouldn’t you like a kiss from me so we can keep going?”

Her hand came up and gripped my penis, sliding across it, but I felt my energy gone.

“Yes,” I managed. “Give it to me, baby.”

“Mmmm.” Leslie giggled and slid over on top of me. I clutched both her breasts in my hands as her stomach and chest slid onto my stomach. Her arms wrapped behind my neck and held me close as her chin met mine and our lips fastened together. Leslie and I kissed again, with closed mouths, hers small and slick with my juice, twisting with the passion. Smack, smack.

I felt the energy return and pulled away.

Her eyelashes fluttered, inches from my face. “Want to play with me some more?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Want me to suck you again? Deeper this time?”

“You … you can’t.” Despite all this, reason crept in. “Leslie, you’re not big enough to …”

“You’re saying I’m not mature enough to play with you?” She tilted her head and feigned a hurt look.

“N … no.”

“I’m a goddess, Seth.”

“Yes, but you’re not able to …”

Her eyebrows came down. “Yes, I am.”

“And it doesn’t hurt you?”

“No.” Then Leslie smiled. “But if you want, I have a few other games we could play.”

Her eyes flickered downward, toward her boobs that pressed into my chest. Her legs rested on mine; my re-hardening penis was just inches from her pussy.

Her eyes narrowed. “Put your penis into me, Seth. I want to feel it in my pussy.”

I closed my eyes. She was incredible.

Leslie shifted to the side — starting to roll. I turned with her onto our sides and scrambled upward, while Leslie lay on the bed, naked arms and legs sprawling. Her eyes squinted shut and her shoulders churned, burrowing herself down into the bedspread, snuggling in, her breasts jiggling. Her arm bent down and she stroked her pussy. “Won’t you let me feel your cock between my legs?”

On my knees, I moved down. Then I lifted one knee, put it down between her legs. Leslie drew her right leg up, high over my head, stretching her pussy wide open, still glistening wet.

With one hand she grasped my penis, hard, and pulled it closer.

Leslie’s tight stomach pulsed in and out with her breath. My hand laid on hers, on my penis, warm, thick, stiff and ready. I aimed it toward her pussy as I drew lower.

“Ohhhhhhhh.” She licked her lips, eyes bright and thrilled, and her hand remained on my penis. “Ohhhh, yesssss!”

My penis touched her pussy lips. I felt the warmth and her wetness.

Leslie stared at me, lips open wide and grinning. “Put that cock in there. Yeah, put it in me.”

Her leg moved in the air, and I pushed into her. I couldn’t get in. Leslie’s pussy was small and tight.

“Mmm, try again,” Leslie mused.

I pushed harder, and slid in a little. My god.

“Oooooohhh.” Her small body writhed on the bed. “Yes, a little more.”

Too tight. But I kept pushing, with my hands braced on her inner thighs. I thrust out further, spreading her legs wide. I slid further inside her, halfway, and her juices gooshed around my trunk.

“Oh yes!” Leslie cried out. “Yes … yes, yes yes, ohhh …”

Harder. Finally something let go. I slipped slowly all the way into her, penetrating her pussy, gasping as I felt the tight, hot wet skin between her legs wrap itself around my cock.

Leslie moaned in delight and shifted her chest from side to side, her breasts jiggling as she stroked herself. “Oh, yes, Seth, oh. … Oh, put it in me, oh!” Her body spasmed again, her vagina jerking around my penis. Then Leslie screamed as the thrill washed over her — “Oh, god! Oh, feels so good!”

I let go of her legs and braced myself on the bed. My cock pulled out … then pushed in again … a little easier this time, but tight inside. Out. Then in, in, in … deeper into this gorgeous, 14-year-old slut …

“Ah, ah, ahhhh!” Leslie moaned.

I was about to cum … and finally I erupted within Leslie and her eyes squinted; then her entire groin twitched as she climaxed again. I gasped as I pumped my load into her, barely moving, just letting it rush out — oh, the thrill, the power, the SEX!

“Oh, Leslie! Ah, Leslie, oh! oh my god!”

Already I was about done, but Leslie was still whimpering, shifting her hips, getting more orgasms. “Mmmm, mmm … ohhh yeahhhhhssss,” she breathed. “Oh, do it to me again, Seth …”

“I’m … I’m all out,” I muttered. Of course I knew full well how to …

Leslie sighed and I watched as she licked her lips. “Mmmm, kiss me so we can do it again.”

Just as my cum was almost gone I bent forward, my penis still buried between her legs, and I lay over top of Leslie, my stomach on hers, then her breasts … I bent down and she giggled … I licked one of her erected nipples, then licked all over her breast and kissed it, then my lips closed over the nipple and I sucked her.

“Ohhhh, yessss …”

I raised my head, tongue extended. Leslie was moving, whispering something I couldn’t hear. Then my mouth found hers and fastened together for a long kiss.

“Mmmmm.” Leslie pushed her mouth harder in, her arms wrapped around my back, then her legs curled around mine where her vagina was still clamped around me. “Mmmmm, ahhhhh.”

Energy coming back. I raised up my penis and felt the thrill once again, then pushed in, out, in, out.

 “Oh yessss.” I closed my mouth and tried to get back as I kept penetrating, but Leslie held on to me, her face pressed close and her tongue extended. My lips were closed but she pushed her tongue between them — I opened my mouth just enough for her to stick her tongue inside, wiggling between my lips, touching my tongue. “Aaa-aa-aaa-aaaaahhhh.”

I had paused penetrating her but instantly I burst out and I gasped — the initial thrill was intense, cum spurting out into her pussy. Then it grew longer, deep, incredible! Leslie’s hips ground back and forth under mine and she moaned with her own orgasm and I could barely move, just lay there, feeling the energy shoot into her, feeling her gyrate beneath me!

“Oh, yes, oh, YESSS!” Leslie’s tongue had pulled out and her head was back on the bed, hair matted behind her neck —

“Aaaagh …” and I dove back down and her lips opened just in time for a wild kiss, wet and passionate, moving, opening and closing lips smacking, tongues licking and then mouths closed again, sucking, noses pressed together and both of us still cumming underneath …

“Mmm-hmmmm.” Leslie kept laughing and I felt the breath from her nostrils. Kiss. “Mmmm.” Tongues licking again. “Ahhh-ha-ha.” Then slippery lips closed and together, sucking, wiggling. Kiss. Kiss. “Mmmmmmmmm.”

And the thrill wouldn’t stop. As long as I was kissing her, my energy would not run out!

My knees bent slightly … I raised up and out of her a little, then shoved back in, hard and fast.

“YESSS!”

I cummed again, more. Sustained bursts. The juices bubbled and drained around my legs, completely lubricated. While I cummed into Leslie and kissed her I kept pumping, in, out, in, out … wouldn’t stop.

Leslie pushed with her body. She wanted to mount me. I quickly let her move, our legs intertwined and now we lay side by side.

She moved more and got herself on top, still kissing me with soft, wet lips.

Leslie let go of my face. Then, her boobs shoved tighter against my chest and even while I kept sperming into her pussy she pushed herself up with her arms. Now she was straddling me, her knees pressed against my hips, breasts hanging from her and her long blond hair spilling over her shoulders. From here I could see where my penis met her pussy, shoved up inside and streaked with a mixture of her cum and my sperm all over the place, slathered almost everywhere between her legs and on my groin.

“Ooo, here we go,” she whispered.

Leslie tensed her legs, then jerked up. Her vagina slid over my penis and almost out, then she came down again … back inside … then up, down, up, faster and faster, almost jumping on me, riding me, her hands clasped over her breasts, elbows akimbo, and her eyes closed and lips open in that same slutty teenage half-frown. “Mmmm, yesss, mmmm, yesss …”

Up, down, up, down.

Her hair was flying, breasts jiggling.

“Ooohhh, my god.” Leslie stopped for a moment, her tight, slender stomach jerked and then her groin pulsed forward. I shuddered. Thrill. Then she pumped me again. Up, down, up …

Almost there. She was climaxing and moaning, and in a moment I would join her.

Leslie’s eyes opened and stared down at me. Her face blurred and jerked back and forth on her neck. Her grin widened and she jumped harder, faster, sliding me in and out of her pussy — “Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh … uh … you like?!”

I couldn’t respond as I suddenly exploded once again. Leslie felt it — “Oh yes!” and she kept riding me, pumping out more, even longer bursts of cum. Then she stopped and settled over me, legs clamped around mine and she ground her hips from side to side, gyrating on top of me. Leslie rode a few more times, then stopped, gyrated her hips. So sexy …

“Oh, Seth,” she murmured, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, you feel so good up my pussy.”

“Thank you, Leslie.” I could barely respond. “Oh, thank you …”

“Mmm, we’re not done.” Leslie moaned and giggled as she suddenly lifted herself up … and up. My penis strained against her inside as if held there by suction, and then out — her pussy let go with a wet, loud pop! Leslie immediately took it between her hands and rubbed the trunk, still wet and sticky, then she began sliding her body downward on the bed, kneeling between my legs and drawing her ass up into the air behind her.

Just as I realized what she was doing, Leslie cracked her lips open with a sweet, slutty grin, licked her lips and her words oozed out, “I think I want to put you in my mouth again … aaaahhhh-ohhmmm.”

Her lips closed around my cock and I felt her tongue and cheeks wrap around my trunk as she slid me in and out, eyes closed. “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.” Pop. Leslie brought the penis out of her face and teased my head with her tongue, spit crackling and sliding. Then back inside her lips, thrusting me in and out. “Mmmm. Mmm!” Leslie shoved her face forward, deep-throating me farther down her mouth, and she groaned as her throat muscles quivered around my cock.

Thrills burst through me, but I didn’t cum into her. I just sighed, feeling her tongue slick across my trunk from inside her mouth.

Leslie opened her mouth, withdrew my cock and licked my tip, then stuck it back inside. Again she penetrated in, out, in, out, but not as further in as before. Then, while she sucked, she grasped my knees with her hands and pushed — I slid backward on the bed until my back met the pillows and I was sitting upright, with Leslie sucking me.

“Mmmm-mm-mmmm.” Her moans couldn’t get any sexier, and I noticed her hand reaching down to fondle herself as she twisted her chin around my penis, licking me, wrapping her slick tongue around me.

She extended a finger and poked it up inside her pussy, then slithered her mouth out from around my cock and stared up at me as it popped from her lips. “Let’s play with each other,” Leslie oozed at me with a sensuous voice. “Just watch me do this.”

Leslie returned to sucking me, and then she turned her body around, legs and feet out over the side of the bed. I was staring at her ass. And Leslie’s legs and ass seemed to float upward even as she sucked and her ass was right next to my face, legs sticking straight up, she was almost standing on her head — her breasts pushed into my stomach.

I craned my neck, looking down between her legs. Leslie’s hair hung over her head but she kept sucking, upside-down, getting it in deeper this time. Oh my god. I knew I would cum again in seconds!

No. She pulled my penis out and released it with a smack. “Seth, suck my pussy. Suck it up there, at the same time, and don’t stop.” Leslie swallowed. “What I’m going to try to do …” She sighed, then smacked her lips together. “Is take down all of your cum. All of it.”

I shook my head, leaned back on the pillows, eyes closed. “Oh, you’re a little bitch.”

“Ooooohhh.” Her tongue licked the tip of my cock. “Keep talking like that while you suck me.”

I felt her mouth wrap around my penis again and she plunged it deeper. I opened my eyes and Leslie’s body raised up just a little more, her vagina right before my face —

I leaned forward, grasped her legs and spread them apart. Then I bent my chin down and tongued her pussy.

“Mmmmm.” Leslie moaned from beneath, and I felt my cum about to start.

More. I pressed my mouth to her pussy and sucked, licked, then she shuddered and a burst of juices flowed out of her crack and down her left leg over my hand. “Oh, you little slut,” I gasped.

“Mm-hmmm …” She laughed, lips open around my cock and I felt the air. “I’m just a nasty whore.”

Ahhh! I exploded in her mouth and her lips drew tighter in, I felt her gulp-gulp-gulping it down …

I pressed harder, licking her wildly, then sticking my tongue inside, then I raised my hand, still cumming repeatedly into her myself. Leslie was gagging down my cum but her lips didn’t open, she didn’t let go, her throat kept swallowing and I heard her groan, “Mmm — mmm — mmm — mmmm — MMMMPH!”

“Ohhh!” My lips let go of her pussy and I brought up my hand, put my index and middle fingers together and slid them inside her. “You like that, you little whore?”

Gulp, gulp, gulp. All of my cum. “Mmm-hmmmm!”

She slid it out of her mouth. “I’m your little whore, Seth.” Lips around my penis then sucked in deep, then out. “I’m your little slut.” Back in, then slipped out with a suctioned pop. “Do you like your little slut slave? Did you screw my slutty little body any way you liked?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Leslie …”

“Do you like playing with my parts?”

“Mmmm.” I kissed her pussy directly, licking her skin, and Leslie shivered and giggled, wrapping her mouth back around my cock and sucking. “I like playing with everything, Leslie …”

Smack. Her mouth released my penis. “That’s because my little body is so sexy, and I’m a whore …” penis in, then out … “and I’m a bitch …” again, and I was going to explode, but I kept penetrating her with my hand … “and a nasty, cocksucking, lip-licking, tight-ass slut.”

I pulled my fingers out as I erupted, driving deep into her throat, then Leslie cried out as she swallowed and I removed my fingers and stuck my tongue deep into her. Her mouth clenched even tighter around my penis and she gagged as she kept swallowing. I felt and heard the gurgling from her throat …

A longer burst, now, an incredible orgasm surged through me, and her hips convulsed, pussy juices flowing around my mouth and her body wriggled. I reached behind her, pinched her ass cheek with my fingers, then drew my hand back and slapped her lightly.

Her mouth gurgled. Still going. And I felt darkness cloud my brain as I heard her mumble, even with my penis pushed halfway down her throat, reply, “Spank me again!”

I slapped her harder, her mouth drew my penis in, then out, but without letting go. Leslie’s hips twitched and she giggled, mouth filled with my penis, then finally she pulled out and shrieked back, “Spank me. Slap my ass. Spank my little ass!”

Slap! — harder.

Leslie gagged, then sighed and sucked my cock even deeper. “Mmmm … nnghh … mmmmm …”

A huge burst! At the same time her entire body writhed and I felt my lips let go of her pussy …

Seconds … maybe minutes … later, I felt myself waking up.

No … My heart lurched. This is a dream. It can’t be real. I was having sex with a 14-year-old goddess.

I felt my body, lying down somewhere, felt air all over me.

Eyes open. Not a dream. The young, sexy, bombshell 14-year-old goddess was right over me, up on her knees and hands.

“You okay, Seth?”

Oh my god. I remembered it all. Leslie. She had sucked my cock repeatedly and at the same time I had taken her pussy.

“Seth?” Her eyes were wide open, mouth in a peaceful smile, warm and friendly. Her sizeable breasts hung only an inch from my stomach.

I smiled. “I’m fine.”

And she grinned wider. “Good … sometimes I’m a little much for beginning partners.”

I struggled to sit up and Leslie slid beside me, tucking her legs underneath her naked ass, then with her hands she pushed her hair behind her shoulders, stroked her breasts for a moment, then reached down with one hand and fingered my wet, cum-slathered penis softly.

“Did you like me?”

What a question. “Oh, Leslie.” I shook my head. My lips tasted of her cum. “You were incredible.”

“I was, wasn’t I?”

“Yes.”

Her eyelashes fluttered. With her left hand she traced little circles around her pussy — and it was also still covered with cum, both of ours. “Does that mean you’re done playing with me?” she asked.

I sighed. “I’m spent … although I know you can fix that.”

Her smile grew wider, sluttier. “I can.”

“But what else is there to do?”

Her head tilted to the side and she frowned. “Well, you’ve forgotten my butt.” She let go of my penis and drew herself up on her knees, stretching her whole little body … “I told you before you took on Ashley that I could take you in my behind.”

“Are you … are you sure?”

Leslie’s face turned and she bent down quickly, I opened my mouth and took her lips and she sucked on my mouth, face grinding forward into mine … and the vigor shuddered through me. Ready for more!

Leslie jumped down off me and got further down on the bed … I watched and then scrambled forward as she turned her legs around and bent down, stomach-first, and she drew herself up onto her knees with her ass protruding straight at me.

“Now.” She twisted her body, grinding her cheeks back and forth, only feet away. Cum dripped from her front. “Won’t you please come and put your cock into my back door?”

 “Are … you’re sure?”

Leslie smacked her lips and shot an innocent look my way. “I just want to know how it feels. Please?”

No further questions. I bounced down to her and landed on my knees, then Leslie turned upward on her waist, bracing herself with one arm. I stared down at her ass as a pair of her fingers slipped up between her legs, greased with cum. She rubbed it upward, into her crack, then her asshole.

Leslie bent back down onto the bed, leaning on her hands and protruding her ass. Then she wiggled her hips and my breath caught in my throat just from looking.

“Oh, Leslie, you have a great little ass.”

“Try it, Seth.” Again Leslie jiggled herself. “Put your penis up my ass. It won’t hurt.”

I got up above her, ran my fingers across her back and braced myself there. Then aimed my lengthening penis at her ass, pre-cum already dangling from my glands.

Then I pushed. The slippery head slid down through her crack and then touched her hole. I pushed more. It slipped in a little and Leslie shuddered and screamed, “Oh, my GOD!”

I halted. “What …”

“Oh, that feels …” Leslie’s breath drew in. “It feels so good.”

My hands reached around her back and grasped her breasts, and then one of her hands wrapped around mine on her right boob. I pushed my cock into Leslie’s tight ass, lubricated by the cum. Harder. Harder. HARDER!

“Ooooohh, yessss,” she moaned.

I let go of her left breast and moved back to squeeze her hip.

“Ahh-haaaaahhhh,” Leslie breathed. “Oh, my god, I’m a little ass-fucking slut.”

“You like me … up your ass?”

 “Oh, god, yes. Fuck me.” She swallowed and her butt wriggled. “Please, fuck me!”

I was all the way in and Leslie’s hips ground backward. I drew back, then penetrated again, and exploded into her ass … “Ohhh, yessss!” and I pumped in and out as she screamed, I clutched her breast and slapped her hip, harder and harder, riding Leslie from behind, and her begging for more.

(What would you do next with Melinda Mouth, Ashley Anus, Leslie Little, or Sashiko Swimmer, coming soon? E-mail me with your story ideas or even your own story at TheMasterDisaster2006@yahoo.com )

 

 

I had met Maria on my thirteenth birthday while my great aunt who raised me took me for a dinner in the city.  On our way back home our truck ran out of gas and we were forced to search the hillside for aide.  We came upon an old house nearly a mile from where we stopped.  Nestled up inside a grove of pine and oaks, it was dimly lit when we knocked.

 

Maria answered the door, and dressed in black carrying a candle that was black she greeted us with, “You have ran into some misfortune this evening, come in and let me comfort you through the dark night ahead.”

 

My aunt was nearly sixty five and one very large old woman.  She was 5’11” 300 pounds and dressed in a navy blue tent that had been turned into a dress, so I thought.  Her thighs rubbed with the nylons on them making the sound of leaves whistling a rain storm as she lumbered inside.

 

Now Maria was five feet tall and a dwarf looking woman, she had long gray hair that sparsely fell all over her body almost to the floor.  Her hands wrinkled and knotted were the only thing other than her face exposed and in her dark covering one could hardly picture what terrible old hag dwelt under it.  Her face seemed to be twisted and tormented and her nose crooked and long as her hand raised to guide us in, I saw her dark eyes like black pools of night peer into me.

 

Aunt Camilla was so slow that she just flopped through the door and followed her finger towards a big huge dusty old sofa.  Once she sat down, that was it for her.  She seemed to have been glued to the material.  Panting from her labored walk, she asked, “We have run out of gas, may I use your phone to call for help?”

 

“No dear I don’t have a phone, nor a car or gas.  You may stay safely here for one night only,” she said as she turned to look at me.

 

I was just a bit taller than Maria, thin, pale and with a crew cut blonde head I seemed exactly what I was, a young boy.  She stood glaring at me from head to toe, as I asked, “Do you know the nearest person who does have a phone or car?”

 

My aunt was finally drawing on her reserve blubber as she added, “Yes maybe I could walk there tonight for help?”

 

Maria peered into my aunt’s eyes and if she were casting a spell, she slowly chanted, “Yes this you will do.  Walk out into the night.  Then as you see the path where the moon sets, you must follow it.  Stay to the light or find you a new life this night.  Once you reach your goal alone will you be and stay.  This child you give him to me and never more will you think of him again.”

 

My aunt rose from her seat, looked into my eyes and said, “Stay here boy.”  Then she left with the strangest blank stare on her face.  She was in a sort hypnotic state and for her that would have been an improvement, but she was unaware of reality then.  That was the last time I saw her.

 

I looked at Maria and asked, “Are you some sort of witch?”

 

Laughing at me she placed a finger on my right shoulder and said, “I am Maria daughter of Basra of old Esophagi in Mesopotamia.  I was born before the Hebrew slaves were freed and labored in birth before the great pyramid was robbed of its riches.  I have been with more lovers than hairs on my head and have more power than your small mind can understand.  In Isis was I formed and in her was my power forged.  My last husband Lord Averill gave me money and a name, but his life span waned quickly now I seek younger that I may endure.  For only when I consume my lovers life can I be the beauty of that woman there painted above the fireplace.”

 

I spun and saw for the first time a huge life size painting of her.  She looked no more than twenty one in it and stood naked between two trees her hair as long was painted black like her eyes, her figure was luscious and wonderful and her large bosoms were firm and pointed and she was so beautiful.  Her face was perfect in the art work before me and as I stood drawn to the image I asked, “Is this what you looked like before you were old?”

 

She smiled and a sort evil laugh emerged and she announced, “No my child, this is what I will be like by morning.”

 

I looked at her as she dropped her candle to the table, and in sort of glazed trance I watched her open her black cloak and drop it to the floor.  Under it was a wrinkled skinny saggy breasted old hag, with pale almost parched skin.  She had several lumps on her belly that was scared and withered and her nasty gray haired pussy.

 

As I stood looking at her, she took my hand and said, “Find yourself in me now.”

 

I have no ideal how those words could have done to me what they did, but suddenly I felt the urge to strip naked.  I had no ideal of sex.  None what so ever, and in fact I had not even had a real hard on before this.  I took off my shirt and pants and threw them into the fireplace that was roaring.  My shoes and socks followed and then my briefs were the last thing to burn and as I stood naked for her, she clawed slowly down my chest with two boney fingers to my crotch and snatching it in one hand screeched out, “This is mine now.”

 

My mouth opened and the words were my voice but her mind, “I give myself to you Maria, use me to live.”

 

Smiling into my eyes she moved to kiss my cheek and whisper, “What else my slave child will you do for me?”

 

“What ever you command my mistress,” I spoke still enchanted and just about to be enslaved.

 

“Take this that I hold and place it in me,” she said as she moved down to recline on the floor.  I could see her naked wrinkled body clearly.  Her mass of hair twisted and warped strewn over her body but as her naked flesh lay there I was compelled to it.  I knelt and without knowing exactly what to expect I slid my hard cock up to her pussy entrance and inside it with ease.  My mouth fell upon her saggy droopy breast, which had nipples much like utters attached to them.  They were magnificent once as I saw them in the painting, yet now they were worn away and destroyed by time.  Her hard coarse skin grated on my lips, yet I could not stop sucking them.  When I began to pound her twat she suddenly began a mournful chant.  It was so eerie to hear her saying, “Make me one with life and this one mine to devour, give me his force and him, his desire, take me now Isis my mother.”

 

It seemed to spur me to greater action, as my small young four inch cock pounded inside her wet nasty old glory hole.  Sweat poured from my body as I was unable to control my reactions to her.  I do not know how long I rode her or how much power I used up, but I know that as I felt my first climax build I wanted more.  The first filling wave exploded from me without even slowing my rhythm at all.  I just kept pounding and pounding until I felt a second wave erupting in my soul.  It was so much more intense and deep than the first that as it began I bucked jerking my entire body which gave her much delight.  She laid cheering me on and spurring me to ride her more and yes I did.  I broke my gait only a moment while she brought my mouth to suck her nipples, and as I did I felt her skin grow softer in my mouth.  I saw her wrinkled flesh soften and in some places grow smoother.  Then I went into overdrive for the third time in succession. 

 

My body was rocking again very quickly and with each thump of her I felt as if her pussy were gripping and milking my cock.  It felt like someone inside it was massaging me as I fucked it.  I can’t explain it and I really wish I could have, but when my third blast left me, I collapsed in a wet pool of sweat and panting over her, she drew my mouth to hers and we kissed deeply.  Then as I withdrew, I asked, “What may I do for you now my queen?”

 

“Eat your cum darling,” cried the old woman as she held open her splattered pussy dripping with wet cum, my wet cum.  She was a prune naked and shinning white pale skin as I looked in her wrinkled withered hole and saw it slowly seeping out and I was drawn to it.

 

I began to lick her inner lips and folds and creases and as if it were candy I ate her.  I licked her until the white cream was gone then I began to notice how tired I really was.  Sometime shortly after that thought I passed out.

 

I slept for sometime, without care, but I dreamed too.  I had a nightmare about what had happened, and I dreamed that I saw my aunt fucking and being fucked by monstrous beast like gargoyles and enjoying it, even bidding me to join her.  The old woman was in my dream as well, urging me to devour her and not follow my aunt to the darkness.

 

I awoke in a dusty old bed, with soft sheets over me.  I was naked and nasty and cold, and I felt like I had just gotten over the flu as I ached all over.  I pushed up to rest on my elbows looking over the dimly lit room.  The curtains were almost drawn to block the sun, but I could see it in the sky line near the trees and the old room had nothing but a sparse emptiness.  It had a dresser a nightstand and one old chair.  I could see nothing else in it, except a pitcher and bowl on the dresser.

 

I stirred to rise slowly feeling light headed and dizzy, so I struggled to sit up first and when I stepped down to the floor I fell back on the bed for a second.  My eyes closed for what I felt like were just a few seconds and when I opened them up, the room was completely dark.  I was still naked and now I was very much hungry, dirty and worse of all horny like you could never know.  I rose to stand and waver in the dark room, I stumbled across the floor and to the door an opened it and as I walked out the old woman stood at the end of a small hallway.  The fire light from behind her lit her outline but not her face or body.  I could see her hair had been smoother and combed and gathered into a long train that fell behind her but nothing else until I staggered into the room.

 

When I drew within a few inches of her, she whispered out, “Now my young lover needs me.  I feel his passion inside his heart stir.  It bids his soul to make love to me again, does it not?”

 

I slowly blurted out, “I want to.”

 

She fell back into the room and as she reclined upon the floor, her face still withered and worn was much less and her body was nearly unwrinkled.  Even her dropping boobs had regained a great amount of form and her nipples now bright red and pointed were large but desirable.  Her legs spread wide and as I knelt and began to caress her it too was much more attractive, even beautiful, so much so that my mouth attacked it first.  With each lapping swirling action it gave her, she murmured, “Eat this that desires your attention and devours your strength.”

 

I have no ideal how long I went on adoring her twat, but I felt her twitching and tasted her squirting juices again and again before I pushed my rock hard cock inside her pussy and began an intense ride of passion.  As I fucked her I began confessing to her, “I need you Maria, I want you, please use me.  Keep me as your pet, your child, your toy.”

 

Laughing as I passed my first load inside her, she quipped, “And if I deem you worthy, may I fuck you again and again my slave?”

 

I was rocking quickly and briskly and feeling my cock harden almost immediately as I replied, “Yes my mistress use me as your slave.”

 

She held me inside her with only the glistening twinkle in her eyes, somehow when I peered into them I got my strength back.  I pounded her through a second and third wave almost back to back before I began the fourth and final fuck of the night.  When I finished she placed my worn tired body on the floor and began to caress and kiss it and when she found my cock I felt her mouth swallow and swirl it in her mouth.  Then a few seconds later and she twisted her body into the sixty-nine position and well I ate her until I passed out.

 

Nothing felt better than that and as I fell into my nightmares once more horrible images of creatures attacking me, my aunt and her filled my mind.  I saw my aunt being brutally fucked by these winged demons and worst of all I saw myself being double fucked by them as Maria sat cheering and letting them lick her own body. 

 

When I awoke it was light the curtain open and the sun well overhead.  A silver tray with warm soup and bread and a glass of water greeted me and I swallowed it all down.  Then afterwards I stirred and walked out into the hallway, the open bathroom door and the drip of water attracted me and I found a warm bath waiting and I fell in and washed completely.  After I dried I felt tired and returned to my room and collapsed face first on the bed.

 

When I awoke the stars filled the window along with the moon.  I had fallen midways over the bed but awoke with face down on the fat pillows and my legs wide open and exposed.  I looked around and saw nothing then I stumbled off the bed and out the door.

 

She stood at the end of the hallway once more lit only by the fireplace.  This time I could see a real change before I neared her, her legs were tight and firm and figure was more like the painting.  When I walked into the room and saw her fully, she looked marvelous.  It was almost as if she had stepped out of the painting with only a small blemish on her face and belly.  Her breasts were almost identical and she looked to be 40D-28-36 and now more than 30 at most.

 

I fell to my knees and begged to make love to her, and she lifted my head kissed my forehead and sweetly whispered, “Take me into the room where you sleep and make love there unto me for as long as you are able.”

 

I led her to the bed and on it and as my mouth kissed her lips and for the first time willingly explored her mouth, my hands caressed and explored her body as she did my own.  When I mounted her and gave my cock a nudge it slid firmly in but this time met a slight resistance and a welcomed firmness.  I rode her like a wild man and when I came not once or twice but a sixth time that night I fell asleep in her arms.

 

The next day I woke still resting in her arms.  She smiled and as the sunlight struck her face it seemed to me that she was no more than 18, if that.  I kissed her sweet wonderful face gladly as she pulled me to her and began to caress me and then she whispered; “Now you need to rest and then eat and bathe.  Tonight I will thank you properly for the work you have done.”  With that I fell sound asleep.

 

 I did all she asked and after my bath I walked out into the hallway and found her waiting for me.  She led me into the great room but then out the door into the yard.  The sun had set and the moon now began to rise in the east.  Her swollen breasts were back and her soft flesh and long luscious black hair sparkled under its glow.  She frolicked and skipped us along a path that led us into the forest near her home.

 

When we had come unto a large open area under many tall pine tress she stopped, and asked me, “How may I reward you?  What would you ask of me for the beauty your life has restored to mine?”

 

My mouth opened and I spoke, and I still was not sure if it were me or her, as I said, “To be your slave and make you happy.  To make love to you and with you and make you love me.”

 

“Then you will be my slave,” she said as she held my face in her right hand and added, “You will be mine to enjoy and mine to use and you will be quite enjoyed by my other slaves.”

 

Those words froze me and as I looked in her eyes, I saw the evil return to them as I asked, “What will you do to me?”

 

Laughing loudly and in an terrible rush of evil, she said, “Anything I will slave!”

 

With those words from her something wicked came from the darkness behind me.  I can not say what as I was quick to close my eyes. 

 

If you want to know what happened next, just ask me.

 

 

 

 

"Hey Jeeeeeessi?"

"Yea, what's up Mark?" she asked

"I reaaaaly need to pee, do you mind if you get the slip-n-side done?"

"Sure, no problem jeff!  Try not to take to long."

"Ill try."  And with that I ran off upstairs just to be greeted by my little dog.  She jumped up on me, nearly pushing me down the stairs.  I just hugged her, pushed her aside and ran to the bathroom.  Uhhhmmm.  And i peed. :D...  

I went out on the deck to see how she was doing, but when i looked down, i was shocked!!!  She was rubbing her breasts through her bikini.  She was moaning lightly saying "mmmmhmmm Mark... right there..."

I got an immediate hard on, and new i really shouldn't interupt her.  I went to the couch and turned on the T.V, but i couldn't get her out of my mind.  I knew i definetly couldn't go out there with a hard on, and swim trunks.  Since we were the only people home, i decided that maby if i took a load off then i would be better.  I could here Jessi moaning even louder outside now.  I whipped out my dick and started slowly pumping to the sound of her moaning.  I increased the speed just as she was, and it sounded like we climaxed at the same time.  Oh, how I wish time would just freeze so I could go fuck her.  The T.V. froze so i put my dick back in my shorts, which were slighty drenched now, and tried changing the channel.  The T.V. didnt seem to be working!!  I attempted to turn it off, switch off the batteries, bang it on the desk a few times, but nothing seemed to work.  I looked outside again, and i saw Jessi laying there, still.  I started freaking out that she dies and I ran outside to see if she was ok.  I made it down and she wasnt moving, not breathing.  Then I noticed something strange... Why was there a bird hovering right above that house?...  It seems my wish has came true...

 Part 1... More to come if there are comments.  Criticalization... or w/e is appreciated.

It was getting late and the young guy manning the reception desk looked like he wanted to be elsewhere. As Bob checked in he told the guy his story and the guy, feeling sorry and bored,  told Bob he'd flick on the adult movie channel in his room at no extra cost. Bob dropped his gear in the room and turned on the TV. The screen had a message stating the next movie was starting in twenty minutes. Bob headed over to the pizza place and left an order to be delivered to his room then went to the liquor store and grabbed a six pack. He went back to his room and had a quick shower to wash off the road grime and the pizza arrived just as he was putting his boxer shorts back on.

Bob dropped on the bed, cracked open a beer, grabbed a slice of pizza and hit the TV remote. The screen was counting down from ten till the movie started. Bob was now nice and relaxed and then the title screen flashed up saying the following movie was called strangely enough "Motel Sex". Straight away Bob was interested because it was filmed to look like a hidden camera.

A man and woman enter and stand by the bed. She looks like an ordinary woman, nothing too fancy about her appearence. He looks like Bob, a trucker, flannel shirt, jeans and boots. Probably picked her up at the truck stop thought Bob. The man takes out his wallet an pulls out some bills and gives them to the woman. She unzips her dress and drops it to the floor leaving her standing in her g-string and high heels. The guy puts his wallet away and pulls out his cock. She drops to her knees and begins giving him a blow job. That was the whole film the man just stood without saying a word and the woman worked his cock hard, licking , sucking and jerking. The blow job lasts several minutes until finally he pulls out and giving himself a few jerks sprays his load over her face and tits. She licks him clean and he tucks his cock back in his jeans and leaves, again without a word.

Bob was getting a good buzz from the beer and the steady stroking of his erect ccock. The next scene kicked in and Bob could make out the backs of three or more people. The two guys in the centre of the screen elbowed each other and stepped aside to give the camera a clear view of the bed. There is a woman standing on the bed but from the camera angle her head is out of view. She is doing a striptease and the guys are clapping their hands. It's when she drops her skirt that Bobs attention is tuned in because those legs are leading to a pair of panties that are the same as he bought his wife for Valentines Day. Next the blouse is undone and tossed on the floor revealing a bra that matches the panties.

Bob stops stroking his cock, puts down his beer and moves close to the TV to observe the action. The woman turns her back to the camera as she undoes the bra. Bob can see the end of some blonde hair and starts to relax again as his wife is a brunette. Now the bra is flung aside and the woman turns to face the men, shaking her impressive pair of tits. Bob is stunned because he recognises the birth mark on the left breast and now believes it is his wife.

By now the men have undressed and Bob can see five different men standing around the bed stroking their various size cocks. The woman has again turned her back to the camera and fallen to her knees. With each hand she reaches out and takes hold of a cock. Two other guys are kneeling either side of the bed and are massaging a tit each. The final guy is running his hands all over the womans arse. The woman moves to her left to take the cock in her mouth while still holding the guy to the right. The guy at the end has flipped on his back and slid his head between the womans legs to work on her pussy.

Bob still hasn't seen the womans face but he knows it's her. She switches from the left cock to work on the right. The guy on the left steps aside to let another guy in. Her hand gropes till it finds the new cock and begins to pump it while still sucking the other one. The other guy on her right side has climbed onto the bed and pulling her panties aside slides his cock into her from behind. Her head comes off the right cock and she screams as he penetrates her in one push. The man under her slips out and with the other men standing around give each other high fives.

The guys hips bucked hard and fast against Bob's wifes naked ass and she let out a low, lust-filled grunt of pleasure with each thrust of his cock. Her tits swayed back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking and he squeezed the firm cheeks of her ass with each hand, her back arched and her muffled voice could be heard begging him for more. the men standing around the bed clapped and cheered.

Another guy was yelling "Let me fuck her,". She pulled her mouth off the end of another cock, licked her lips and simply smiled at him. The first guy pulled out without shooting his load. Finally she rolled over on the bed and presented her face to the camera raising her legs to remove her panties. With an agonized moan Bob at last saw the face of his wife. The next guy, fired by lust, rolled onto her and roughly thrust his cock up into her opened  pussy. She cried out once, but Bob could see him pushing hard against her while her hips lifted to meet each thrust. Bob continued to sit on the edge of the bed as his wife was now being filled by the second man. It seemed to take forever for the full 9 inches of his hard cock to slide up inside of her.

To Bob it seemed like the second guy pounded away for an eternity into his wifes pussy. A tall blonde guy then lay on his back on the bed. The second guy also pulled out without shooting and then his wife climbed onto the blonde guys cock. She was facing the camera so Bob could clearly see the cock disappearing up her hairy cunt and her lips grip the cock as it pulled back She rode this guy for a while until the last two guys called for their turn.

Bobs wife changed positions getting on top of guy number four. Her arse was pointed at the camera until man number five got behind her and rammed his cock into her arsehole. Her scream was not of pleasure as he manouvered about to get maximum penetration of her back door. Humping her was the word that came to Bob's mind as he watched his wife get ravaged by this man. Both men crushed her with each thrust into her twin holes.

Bob's body was shaking as he sat glued to the screen. Finally the guy behind pulled away and Bob could see how stretched his wifes butt hole was. She flopped off the other guy and again lay flat on her back. Bob could now see his wifes swollen pussy lips as she lay naked, eyes closed, on the bed. The men  stood around the bed jerking their cocks and at last a line of cum sprayed itself across her mid section. One guy stood on the bed and shot his load straight down into her pubic hair. The other guys joined in shooting over her face and tits.

They continued jerking off until the had drained their cocks over her. She continued to lay on the bed, not moving, eyes closed as the men dressed. Bob was now shaking with rage believing these men had forced his wife to do what he had just watched. As the men filed out one picked up her underwear and tossed it on her. Then just as he was about to slam the TV in anger his wife raised one arm and waved finally blowing a kiss to the departing men as the scene faded away.

Bob continued to stare at the screen, his hand rested next to the remote. He could have stopped the film at any time but he could not bring himself to look away. Watching his wife perform had been hypnotic. The final scene of her laying on the bed was seared into his memory. He clicked the remote and sat on the bed for the rest of the night replaying what he had seen over and over his anger at the men deflecting to his wife with just one little wave..

First thing next morning he went and had some breakfast, he saw the tanker arrive, then he checked out, filled his rig and headed for home. He drank the rest of the six pack as he drove. Arriving at his depot he parked the truck and switched to his pick-up to drive home. Arriving home his wife began to mouth off at him being late home. She had a wash cloth draped over her shoulders from doing the dishes and Bob grabbed the ends and began to strangle her. His arms were too strong and she couldn't break free. Bob ripped open her robe to reveal her body wearing nothing but the bra and panties from the video.

She finally collapsed to the floor knocking over the bottles on the kitchen table. At first Bob stood and laughed then realising what had happened called the rescue services. When the police arrived Bob was sitting on the floor next to his wife. He had cut away her underwear and was slicing it into smaller and smaller pieces. The overturned bottle of cream had dripped from the table onto his wife and looked like her cum splattered image at the end of the movie. Bob just sat and muttered to himself.

The police eventually backtracked his movements and discovered the movie he had watched. Bob was committed to a mental intuition.

I know this is true because I work with a guy who heard it from a trucker who worked for the same company as Bob.

 The night was clear. The cool breeze caressed her skin. Her nipples hardened. She raised her face heavenward. "Oh! Why couldnt they exist?!?" She leaned against the railing, now lost in contemplation. "I believe that they do," she continued softly. "For if not; Would they haunt me so? Invade my dreams, plague my waking hours? Gods help me! They must exist. Please, please. I beg of thee. Grant me my desire. Let it continue a fantasy no longer."

 As if in answer, a sudden gust of wind blew open her robe and wrapped around her exposed body; swirling around her breasts, making her nipples harden anew. So hard they were almost painful. She threw her head back and gasped at the sudden chill. Then gasped again as pleasure shot through her body from this icy embrace. The wind died down. Her knees were weak, legs shaking. Her breaths came hard and fast. Her knuckles had turned white with the strength in which she gripped the railing. She pried her fingers loose. With a shock, she realized she was wet. Very much so. Confusion settled over her. She glanced once more up at the moon as she closed her robe around her, securing it tightly. Then, retreated back inside.

 Perhaps......perhaps this night, the Gods had heard her plea, had listened to her prayers.

 Unbeknown to her, however, the Gods had nothing to do with this night's amusements. A silent dark figure lounged on the roof directly above the balcony. "How interesting" he murmured; and was a bit surprised to find that his cock had begun to swell against the confines of his tight black pants. Of course he had heard her begging the night to bring her desire to fruition. But still. Why should this woman, this girl, this...human, be causing him such arousal? True. He had been watching her for a while.

  He had stumbled upon her one restless night whilst prowling the city. She had been confessing her fantasies to the night. Believing that the Gods held her in confidence. Never realizing that she had made him privvy to her every desire. It was rather interesting. Out of curiosity, he had returned the next night. And then the next. Soon it became a kind of routine. He enjoyed watching her try to please herself. Though this was the first night that he had participated. And he had to admit; He was pleased with the affect his little parlour trick had had on her body. "mmm"; The thought of her naked body bared to the moonlight, the small yet full and supple breasts, her dark nipples, the strip of hair above her sex. He could still smell her arousal. His cock complained about its restraints. He smiled. Baring his fangs. A dangerous smile. One of dark promises and sweet seduction.

 "I think that I will give the Gods the night off. Yes. Worry not, my pretty little human. Your prayer shall be answered. Though it will be I and not the Gods who will be doing the answering."