My mother was 32, and 5’5” 180 pounds, red headed, green eyes and pale as snow.  While she was round she was not ugly by any means, many men liked her face most of all her mouth as much as her large 40D boobs.  My aunts, Helena and Rachael were both in their late thirties.  Helena was not as big but had the same round proportions as mom, yet she was a dwarf, 4’8” 36D-30-34 and her hair was reddish brown with a frizzy natural wave that made her look insane.  Rachael the oldest was worn by time, men and much more.  Standing 5’5” 150 pounds, she was 34-30-38 and with a pug nose and big buggy eyes of green her bushy red hair made her look like a troll and that is what men called her.

 

Now I was only 17, 5’ even 34-22-34 petite and slender and envied by them all.  I had blonde hair and blue eyes and had they allowed me to be seen by anyone I am sure someone would have swept me away.  At night I was locked into the basement with my cousin Alicia who was 24.  She was a troll like her mother Rachael.  She had bulging belly button and wore no clothes ever.  All she wanted to do was play with her pussy and be played with.  She had taught me more before I was twelve than anyone could have though.  They kept her in the basement on a leash and on occasions for the right men they would bring her up.  Standing beside her mom, except for the wrinkles you couldn’t really tell them apart.

 

The women made their money while I kept the house in the daytime and tended the gardens and milked the goats and cows.  Then as dark approached each night I was fed my dinner by a candle light in the basement while I watched my Troll Cousin make herself happy.  Now I really had no ideal how good sex was, after all this time we never had tried anything meaningful on each other, nor had the women allowed me to experience it even once.

 

Then it snowed one night heavily, so heavy in fact the roads through forest were impassable.  That meant two things no business for the ladies upstairs and I could sleep in my own bed.  I climbed up the stairs and into the loft where my bedroom was hidden away at.  I snuggled into bed and began to dream as soon as my eyes closed.

 

Then just an hour or so after midnight I awoke to the sounds of crying and sobbing from outside my window.  I peaked out the tiny two pane window through the frosted glass and saw only the snow.  I could hear the sounds but not see anything, so I went downstairs and as I did my mom called me to her room.  I opened the door as she said, “Best you not open the door or the thing we hide you from most will see you are here.  If that were to happen you would be forever sorry that you did not listen to me child.  Now go back to bed and forget that which you do not hear.”

 

“But mother I can hear her crying, she sounds hurt maybe she is injured, shouldn’t I,” I tried to ask in a way meant to be thoughtful and then added, “What if it was one of us freezing in the snow?”

 

“Hear me child off to bed now.  No more talk of this nonsense tonight,” Mother scolded me as she ushered me out the door and up the steps to the loft.

 

I was slowly complying with her demand when I heard the sound again and this time the voice said, “Please want you let me warm myself by your fire.  Please let me feel the warmth of your home before I die.”

 

Those words stuck in my head and as my foot neared the uppermost step, I swung around and slowly crept down the stairs until I was only inches from the front door.  My left foot raised to plant softly as my cousin cried out from the cellar, “Beware little bit of the thing which calls to you may devour you instead.”

 

I let my foot softly land and looked back up the stairs to be sure I had not been seen.  As I took one more step closer the voice called out, “Please child I am freezing here in the snow.”

 

My heart raced as my hand unlocked the latching quietly and as the door released a swoosh of cold artic air flooded me and the house, as the flames in our fireplace dimmed until they were but embers.  As the door widened in stepped a woman maybe 80 or 90 years old, wearing a dark gray cloak and dress and a hood of black.  Shivering and jittering she walked through the doorway as I quickly pushed the door closed after her.

 

She wobbled towards the fire and as she held her hands in front of it, the flames shot upward and grew full as if it were filled with wood.  She rubbed them slowly together and pushed back her hood as she stood with her back to me.  I heard the stirring upstairs and the footsteps of mother and the aunts, just as she turned to reveal her wrinkled distorted face.  It was gray almost purple looking and her nose bent as if it were broken several times.  Then in a creaky voice she said, “Now child you have heeded my call and I will not forget you.  Those who did not answer my need will be sorry when they do come down.”

 

Just then my mother and the aunts in their night gowns walked down the landing and into the room and mom quickly called out, “Millbrae, you have no right to be here this night, be gone witch.”

 

“I was allowed to enter and you have no power over me Felicia.  Maybe it is you who should remain quiet this night and all those to come, unless you are asked to speak,” the old woman said with a creeping smile and gesture of her left hand.

 

Suddenly my mother clasped her throat and groaned in agony as her sisters came to her aide.  Rachael quickly blurted out, “Millbrae we know your charms and your powers and you have no right to be here.  The debt owed was paid in full.  You have no rights to anything else.”

 

“Come now sweet Rachael when you were naked, starving and alone in the forest who was it that clothed you, fed you and made you feel love?” the old woman croaked back angrily.

 

“I paid my debt and my sisters theirs.  Why do you come here tonight?” Rachael chastised her with a fiery tone.

 

“Oh now that debt is paid, and your sisters as well, but the fathers is not.  He left for the new world and without care of his obligation to me.  Now I come for my dowry,” she said as she dropped her cloak on the floor.

 

My mother struggled to speak and could not and it frightened me, as Helena spoke up, “No dark mistress, not this not now.  It is not hers to pay for his mistakes as well.  You must release this one untouched or you violate the code you taught us.”

 

The old woman croaked aloud, “Then perhaps if you remember your lesson why then do you not use the things you were taught.  Why do you sell yourself to men and not offer yourself to the master or me?  I would give you the beauty you desire, the body that Rachael craves and the man that her mother dreams of.  I would give all of these now for her.”  She said as her finger pointed at me.

 

The clock was fast approaching three am as the women gripped in fear huddled.  Mother struggled to speak until Rachael ordered her to do so, and then I heard her call out, “No we fell for those lies once and we now have the offspring below to thank for it.  You will not tempt me anymore old woman, be gone now.”

 

Laughing madly Millbrae stuck her warped bent finger at me and said, “Show me what wares you have to trade for your freedom child.”

 

It was if my mind went blank and as I started to react Millbrae pointed to the others and they froze stiff as I opened my gown and tossed it into the flames.  I wore no undergarments so my naked body was exposed as Millbrae examined me with her eyes and hands.  She slithered up to my side and slowly ran her warped fingers along my right breast as she said, “Subtle young and tender, a tasty feast for the master and more.  You would make a handsome prize to and a worthy offering.”

 

I spied my mother and the aunts as they seemed petrified and rigid.  They could not speak nor did they blink, as Millbrae slowly allowed her fingers to dabble along my left breast and when she did I asked, “What is to become of me old one?”

 

“I wonder child what is indeed to be done with you,” she said now allowing both hands to slid along and around my breast and as the nails touched my nipples they perked up and stood erect and I felt a shuttering tingling in my body.  She smiled at that response and said, “Would you but ask me to make the tingling turn into a roaring orgasm of love, I would child.”

 

Each second that she caressed me I felt so close to letting go and submitting to her, that I hardly contained myself, and when her hand drifted down to my wooly clit it was all over for me. 

 

I began to feel her fingers glide along the tip of my clit and for a second I tingled like never before, and then it grew into a wave and as one fold opened and her nail caressed it I shuttered into a multiple orgasm that climaxed with me jittering wildly and calling out, “Oh yes…yesssss…yes….take me…freely…I am yours.”

 

She let her finger enter me fully and with it I trembled in pleasure, passion and lust and as it touched my inner fold she demanded, “Strip me naked and suck each breast one hundred times until your pussy drips for my mouth.”

 

I immediately tore away her dress and then her under garments were rent in to pieces by my hands.  I exposed her wrinkled crippled saggy body to the air and its almost eerie gray tone.  Her breast sagged mightily almost touching her waist line and her nipples looked like udders from a cow extending almost three full inches.  I lifted one the left one to my lips and began to suck it like it were a cock.  In my lust I devoured her juices that extruded from it, not milk but a tangy salty taste almost like pee.  I sucked her first breast until I reach the mark given and how I know I can only say was implanted in my mind.  Then my mouth swapped to the other and the streams of juices from it were the same only thicker and each intake made me weaker in my mind.  I actually remember desiring to do it more, a need to have them, a lust for their feel in my mouth.  The skin of them was rough and almost felt like a thumb but the rigid texture of the nipple sent me into a thrusting hunching orgasm as my hand fell between my legs and was slopping in and out of me to my wrist.  I could not believe that all of it went inside me, as nothing had penetrated me before this before.

 

When I reach the limit of the second nipple I fell back on the bare wooden floor opened my legs widely and begged, “Oh please my mistress, devour my pussy now.”

 

She knelt and slowly allowed her hands caress my ass as her mouth drew near and when it touched me I tingled into wave of desire and lust that produced an endless flow of my juices and a climax that sent me thriving in ecstasy for many minutes. 

 

My cream flowed like a river from me until I was screaming for more, and as I was about to peak above my current orgasm, she sent her tongue deeper inside me.  It felt like a snake or maybe a large worm wriggly in me deeply it sent shock waves of lust throughout my body and I came so much that I shook uncontrollably long after she ended her oral assault of my hole.

Then without a word she stood and taking me in her eyes I leaped to my feet.  I bent my head towards her and gave my lush locks easily to her hands to grasp and that she did taking me by them and leading me into the cold snowy night.  Both of us bare ass naked strolled as if it were spring through the two foot drifts along the pathway. 

 

I didn’t look back to see what had become of my family, for some reason under her spell I only knew they were not in any real danger.  Then as we trudged along the path to her house, I was told, “In my home you will find a chest and that you will open and enter and shut behind you.  In it will you find the reason I have come for you.  In it will do as you are told and never again will you give thought to your freedom.  You are now an offering of loyalty to my master and he will devour you in his own way for his own use.”

 

We finally came to a dark old rotten house.  Like a cottage covered in snow, vines and death it stood there silent and foreboding.  The door opened and in we walked and as I followed her through the dim creeping manner, the long hallway we entered shortly after passing through door led to a black chamber.  The walls were black as was the ceiling and this after she lit a candle of six.  She hoisted it above her head and pointed to the small three foot by three foot chest in the center of the room.  I walked towards it and without looking back at her; I opened it and placed my own body inside it.  When I was snuggled up inside I pulled the lid closed.

 

For the longest time nothing happened at all.  I was crammed into the chest and in a way that I could move only my left arm and hand, which were trying to find their way to my still wet pussy.  After some time I found it and then making room for my arm to dwell close to my pussy, I let my hand slid two fingers inside me.  I was beginning to get myself off as the air grew stale and thick.  I felt faint and horny at the same time, almost as if death and sex were now calling me to come to them.  Then I passed out.

 

When I awoke I was strapped at the ankles and wrist on top of a cold flat stone.  Flames and torches burned round me and as I was able to move my head slightly I could see it was some sort of stone ruin I was now imprisoned in.  Then came the darkness and the demons and the devils of the deep and they did take me repeatedly.

 

I was screwed in all three holes at the same time by a hoard of beings best described as ugly hideous horned gargoyle looking creatures that stank and smelled of waste and death.  I had no choice in the taking of me as they controlled my body.  Cock after cock went in my mouth ass and pussy until I was swamped by their fluids.  I felt myself almost choke on their beefy dicks and it felt as if my ass were being pushed inside my stomach below.  When they had their fill of me it stopped.

 

Now panting and craving hit me.  While it was going on I did not desire it as much as I did now that it ceased.  I felt urges to screw myself by hands remained tied down.  They had freed my ankles but I could not get off the stone platform.  Then from the darkened tunnel in front of me and gigantic horned creature appeared. 

 

He was 9’ tall, broad as two axe handles and crimson, orange and a fiery red colored and on his head two large horns rolled up like a ram nearly two feet tall and his hands had fingers as massive as nine inches length and three round and their tips look like cocks and as he dangled them near my mouth I gasped and begged to lick and suck them for him.

 

Then in a terrifying deep voice he spoke to me, “You are mine are you not?”

 

“Yes master, yours for the use and pleasure,” I replied panting and lusting for his attention.  I snapped back and added bonus of, “Use this slave who gives her body willingly, her mind fully and her soul eternally.”

 

He then stood upon the stone altar.  He long massive legs hand clawed feet attached and his cock dangled nearly fifteen inches long and hard and purple and black and as he stroked it I felt my heart stop as it swelled another foot when it reach its peak.  The head of it massive and fat nearly five inches in diameter exploded inside my asshole.  I held my legs back by myself with no support from my arms as I invited it in me.  When he drove it in so far I thrived in pleasure, pain, lust, agony and pure excitement.  It was huge that I felts its girth and bumping knotty shaft enter me and each movement of it made me cream more and more.  As he fucked me I began to cry and sob for love of it and then as it went deeper in I groaned in pain but thrived in ecstasy. 

 

“You are my slave and you will obey my desires and be mine for the taking,” he demanded and not stated.

 

I nodded yes and managed to scream, “Forever master I am yours.”

 Then he fucked me through a massive explosion of cum that warmed drained and enslaved me.  While his dark black eyes starred inside me I wanted nothing but him and after he removed it from my ass and offered it to my mouth, I had to have all of it.  I sucked it until I felt it pass down the back of my throat and the air in my lungs began to wane.  Then he pulled it back and did it again and again and again until his hot cream flooded me.

 

I was tasting his flavor as he retracted it and shoved inside my pussy so hard that I felt as if I had been stabbed by it and after ten minutes more had passed I was screaming loudly, “Oh fuck your slave master, please fuck me more, more master, fuck me all the time master.  Fuck me more and more and never stop fucking me master, I will do as you wish…oh…uh…I will…I will do…anything for you…I am your bitch slave…fuck me!”

 

He laughed evilly as he came not once or twice but five full times more after the first one.  When he finished I knew how my cousin was distorted and what happened, for it ha d happened to me.  I had to have more.  When he retreated I screamed for more until I cried for it.  I couldn’t get enough of it. 

 

The next eight years were replay of this night.  The only thing that changed was that I was fed something that kept me alive some sort of excrement from the demons and devils gave my body what it needed. 

 

Then after I had satisfied his desires, I was expelled into the darkness once more and found myself in the chest gasping for breath.  I opened the lid and wept never wanting to return to the real world.  I tried to crawl back inside but each time I came close to passing out I opened the box.  Then after a very long time of trying I gave up.

 

I made my way back to my home to find my family older, more worn and ever so ashamed of me.  My mother gave me one choice leave or be enslaved as my cousin was.  Then I traveled far and wound up here in the southwest and the desert.  I found cold too horrible enough in real life to embrace it daily. 

 

I do know this; sometime in the future I will be called back.  Although I may never be fulfilled as I was then, I await it now.

 

 

 

The only time she gave in to her feelings was when she was alone in her bed at night.  By day, she was the picture of Victorian womanhood, prim and proper.  But, she knew she was a fraud.  At night, it was extremely different.  She gave way to her thoughts, her feelings, and the longings in her loins.  She could not stop herself from touching herself and feeling the wonderful fulfillment of the outcome.

With the inheritance, she was not encumbered with the worry of work.  Although she had acquired an advanced education, the late 19^th century was still no place for a woman in the “workplace”.  She could be a tutor, a teacher or the like.  Low paying positions at the best.  So, she decided she would live on the money her grandmother had left her and not concern herself with the daily routine of working.

She had enough money to see her through her entire life and she intended it be filled with daily teas, museums, and the pursuits of the gentry.  She deserved it.

Her parents were incensed.  But, she cared not.  She was a free woman and she was proud of that and that was the way she wanted it to be.  She was aloof and thought of herself as elite.  The crowd in which she circulated admired and thought of her as educated and clever.  She was witty, humorous and well read.  She was sought after for every party and special occasion, balls and the like.  And, though she was asked by many men to dance and to step out “for the air”, she turned them down.  In her mind, she really did not know why, but she knew there was something else for her.  Something different and more alluring, special and sexually fulfilling.

It was at this time in her life she met the countess.  Was she a real countess, she knew not.  She was alluring and exotic, dark and pale with a sexual attraction that was palpable, 

She was having tea at a midtown café when the woman, dressed all in black approached her.  She simply asked if she could join her.  Lisa was immediately mesmerized.  Later, she could mot explain her feelings, but at the time, she simply nodded her head. 

“Does the tea satisfy you”, she asked.  Lisa thought this an odd question, but replied that it really was not.

“What would satisfy you?” she asked.

Lisa flushed.  She felt her body tingle all over, her head felt light.  She simply did not know how to deal with this simple question. 

The countess, Alexandria, looked into Lisa’s eyes as if she were looking through her.  Her words were sparse but her impact was emphatic.

Lisa felt herself being drawn in, into what, she did not know.  She could not find her thoughts the way she normally could.  All she could do was look back into Alexandria’s eyes and lose herself.

They spoke for an hour and Lisa bared her soul to the stranger.  The countess seemed to know her.  To know everything about her.  Not just her normal, everyday life, but also her inner being, her soul.

Lisa gave leave and left for the powder room.  When she returned the countess was gone.  She felt empty.  She felt as though something had gone out of her life.  She found herself with a tear in her eye.

She wandered down the boulevard, and stopped to stare into a window, a window of hats.  She was not really looking at the head ware, she was lost in her thoughts.  When she regained her composure, she noticed a reelection in the window.  It was a man.  A man dressed entirely in black.  A man with eyes exactly like the countess, deep and mysterious.

She turned and the man tipped his hat.  He took her arm and she did not resist.  They strolled down the avenue and she was captivated by his conversation.

She was taken aback.  He told her he was a count from Romania.  His time there was finished and he was now living in London.  She had met a countess and a count in the same day.  Her head whirled.

And she found his company captivating.  She literally felt as if she were walking on air as silly as that may sound.

They turned and strolled down a dark alley way and the streets were suddenly filled with dense fog.  She pulled next to the count and he pulled her close.  Suddenly she felt a cold chill.  She turned to her left to look into the face of Damar, the count, and was stunned, shocked.  His face was suddenly Alexandria’s face, and then it was his face and then her face, then his.  She pulled back………

She awoke in her bed.  She was lying on top of the quilt.  She was not wearing her nightgown.  Her head was full of thoughts, but she was not sure what they were.  She had never felt like this before.  It was so numb, but yet so alluring.  Her body was aglow with desire, yet she knew not why.

Though her head was thick, she lifted it.  She looked down upon her naked body.  Her breasts had small red marks all over them.  The red marks led down her body to her pubic hair.  She raised her head and looked further.  The red marks, in pairs, were all about her private area and all up and down her inner thighs.

She felt afraid.  She sat up.  She examined her pubic area and between her legs and they were covered by the red pair marks.

Oh, my god, she thought.  Suddenly an over whelming feeling came over her.  She had no idea what it was but she fell back on her pillows and ran her hand between her legs and then the other hand.  She felt the whelps from the red marks, and then it was there, an orgasm.  Her body rocked and she rolled on her bed.  She was perplexed and confused and then there was black.

End of part I

She went out to parties she didn't tell him about often enough, staying over at a friend's and sneaking out from there--this was one of those nights. Kelly walked through the crowd of gothic boys and girls in their black attire, some of which wearing ceramic fangs--it wasn't halloween, that was just the way this rave was supposed to be. For her own turn, Kelly was wearing a pair of fishnet stalkings that were hooked to a garter that did nothing to cover her little pink hairless pussy. Her skirt was short, barely hiding her tight little cheeks when she walked and it swayed. Her little b-cup breasts were held up by a studded leather bra and naught else. Aside from the gloves, the collar, the anklets, and the heavy makeup, everything else was bare.

Kelly felt so sexually frustrated... again last night she had lain beside her father, and she had barely gotten the courage to reach back and fondle his balls through his pajama pants than he started to moan. Kelly had wanted to waken him, to slide her lips over his and then down to his thick prick, but she hadn't had the courage--after all, what if her father didn't like it? What if he refused her? Kelly sat down on a table nearby and pouted. She didn't want to dance.

Whether she wanted to or not, eventually someone approached her with a proposal and she accepted it. It was a senior from her high school, and Kelly rarely passed up the opportunity to dance with someone of such high merits. He wasn't any football player, but he wasn't bad looking, either. Kelly figured she could get her stress off with a little bit of moving.

"Do you believe in any of the horror stuff these people go on about?" The boy, whose name was Jesse, asked her.

"No. I'm just here for the dancing," Kelly felt a bit better to be talking. It gave her mind something to do.

"I bet I could make you believe..." He said. There was a grin on his lips that she couldn't quite place--well, she couldn't place it until his hands caressed her ass and pulled her up against his 6' frame, grinding his hardon against her belly.

Kelly gasped--being roughly handled was never anything that had gotten her off, but this time, she felt a little aroused. It must have been last night, she thought, but it didn't matter. Kelly was still a virgin, and planned to keep it that way, no matter what kind of tease she was.

She was just about to tell him what he could do with himself when he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "You want your daddy, Little Miss Kelly? I can give him to you.. for a price."

How did he know? When he leaned away and set her down, she was dazedly staring up at him. When he turned away and began to leave the main room, she followed after hurriedly. She'd never told anyone, not her best friend, that information, so how did he figure it out? All this witchcraft stuff must have had a basis, then. Perhaps people really could read others' minds and things--she was interested in knowing exactly what he could do.

As they stepped outside of the dance hall, she almost lost him. He went into the dark cover of trees, and she was curious, but frightened. Walking into the darkness with a stranger was possibly the worst choice of her lifetime, but the urge to know if he could help her drove her forward. When she passed the first few trunks, she stopped in front of a cabin... "This was never here before," She muttered to herself, but maybe she was just confused as to her setting? That had to be it.. she approached and pushed open the door. There was Jesse, bent over something he seemingly was very intent upon. His back was to her, so she could not see what the boy was doing past his veil of ebony hair.

"What can you do for me? And if it works, what do you want?" Kelly was bolder than she felt, and when he waved to a seat that looked like a bed in a psychiatric ward, she followed his direction and laid down as if she had no will of her own--no, something else moved her... her desire.

Jesse turned, holding a needle in his hand. It was a piercing needle, Kelly thought, with the way it was shaped and seemingly designed. "I can give you something of power--something that will make your daddy do whatever you think you want him to do.. of course, it costs, like I said." He approached her with the needle, "Firstly, you'll have to be pierced--because the objects just happen to belong in certain... places." The wind blew her skirt up as he looked at it, as if he commanded the very movement of the air around her.

Kelly blushed and pushed the skirt down, looking up at him with wide eyes, "You're going to pierce..."

"Your clit, Kelly, my dear." He smiled and sat down beside her with a develish grin on his pale features. His eyes were the color of molten gold, and Kelly bit her lower lip, weighing her options.

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Then you take out the piercing--easy. On the other hand, if it does work, you'll owe me your body.. I won't take it until you've seen what my power can do, of course.."

"..." Kelly was quiet. The piercing would hurt, certainly, but nothing else was severe and she would get a chance to perhaps get her wish, right? If it didn't come true, she'd just take out the little ring he inserted and call it even, "How painful will it be?"

"Not at all, Little Kelly. I promise it won't hurt at all." Jesse was convincing, even though Kelly knew logically that couldn't be. She lifted her skirt up, spreading her legs and closing her eyes.

"Do it."

She felt the seat move as Jesse shifted around, and when he got down close to tweak her clit she cried out and almost pulled away, but something seemed to hold her to the seat. "Hey! I never said you could play with me!"

"Kelly, Kelly, Kelly.. I can't pierce it without touching it. Trust me. I'll do this the best way for you, and I promise, your hymen will go to your daddy."

When his tongue ran across her sweet little cuntlips, she shuddered, but this time she didn't speak. His breath was hot on her clit as he sucked at it and bit softly. Her little hairless pussy was caressed until it was wet, her little clit coaxed out of its sheeth where he positioned the needle at its side and pushed it through. A sharp, fleeting pain did pass through her, but a few licks from his tongue cleared that right up. Usually, she guessed, that would be unsanitary, but this was magic.. or wasn't it? She hoped so.

Everything began to faid out, even the sounds of slurping. It was like he was a mad dog, lapping up milk from her pussy. When she opened her eyes, she was in bed... her bed. Was it just a dream?

The phone rang, she picked up and held it to her ear. It was Carol, her friend who had gone with her to the rave. "Hello?"

"Kelly, you bitch, where the hell did you go off to?"

"What do you mean?"

"I was looking all over for you after the rave tonight. Why did you go home?"

"I must have passed out.. I just woke up here--someone must have taken me..." Kelly blinked. What? She was at home? The rave had happened? She lifted up the sheets quickly--she was still in her clothing from the rave, but when she lifted up the hem of her skirt she stared in awe... a little silver hoop hung through her tiny little clit. "I have to go, Carol."

"What? Kelly, what's wrong?"

"Bye."

She hung up. There was nothing else to do. She just had to wait. She didn't want to risk failure, so she laid down. Tonight she'd sleep in her own bed--she felt too tired to change her clothing.

She woke up the next morning groggy. When she slipped out of her bed and threw a tee shirt on over the attire she had been wearing, she just called it even and headed downstairs. The fishnets were nothing new--her dad had allowed her to buy them, and she had slept in them before when she was too lazy to take them off. The tee shirt fell all the way down to her knees almost. It was like a little dress on her.

She slipped into the kitchen and grabbed her breakfast, but her dad was there at the door, eyeing her up. "Why are you home, young lady? Weren't you staying over at Carol's?"

She blinked. She had completely forgotten. Busted. "Yes... but ... we had a fight... and I came home."

"Well, then, you aren't going anywhere today, are you. Get up to your room."

When Kelly began to whine, the mandate only became firmer. No TV or music. She was to go up there and go to sleep.

She flopped herself down on her bed and sighed. So much for magic. He was irritated with her, not infatuated. It wasn't the same thing at all. She made a note that she'd hit Jesse when she gave him back his stupid piercing... but that wasn't to be.

When Kelly woke up, it was night already, and she was not in her room. No, she was in her father's room--maybe she had sleepwalked here. She was already cuddled up close to her daddy's erection, which pressed itself deliciously between the cheeks of her ass... wait? What?

Kelly took inventory--she was still in her clothing from the rave, but without the shirt over herself. She had cuddled up to her father this way? What an embarassment. She'd have to get out of here, right now. She tried to scoot away, but her father's arm was draped over her and he pulled her closer. Her daddy's prick was big when it tented in his pants, and it pressed against her thigh and cheeks warmly. She bit her lower lip and tried to grasp the fingers that were grasping her tummy and pull them away, but he muttered softly and his hand just slipped from her own, falling across her hip. He was still asleep, or so she assumed..

She was so nervous, she didn't move. Her father moved instead.

Kelly could swear he bucked against her slowly when he shifted in the bed, rubbing his hard erection against her thigh like he was feeling for the hole that wasn't to be found there. He muttered a name, her mother's again, she thought, but this time he wasn't still afterward. His fingers moved up, those soft pads sliding over her tummy as they pushed up the leather bra that barely clung to her breasts and touched a nipple there.

Kelly moaned, she couldn't help it. It urged her father's fingers on, the soft pads circling her hard little nipple and then tweaking it. "Yes, Daddy," She hissed, softly, not able to contain herself. Was it really working? She wanted him to kiss her like she was his first love...

He turned her over, rolling his body over hers and placing his lips over hers. His tongue danced over her lips before it slid between the parted petals, playing with her tongue as he squeezed her little breasts. Kelly felt her little cunt moistening beneath her skirt and the sheet they shared.

"Yes," She sighed when he lifted his lips from hers, she opened her eyes to find that he was not asleep at all, but staring down at her with a mixture of lust and surprise. She turned bright red, but he caressed her soft little breast and shushed her softly as he leaned in. Kelly arched her back as he took her soft nipple into his mouth, torturing it as she groaned, "Yes, yes, Daddy!" She hissed, holding his head down by his  brown lockes.

When he pulled his lips up, he straddled her young chest and pulled the elastic band of his pants down over his raging hardon. It stood out a full 10 inches, the head pressed against her cheek as he grinned, "Come on, Kelly.. suck your daddy's cock." She loved the sound of the words. Her mouth slipped around the head and she began to devour it like a piece of candy. She sucked his head and bobbed up and down on the hardened shaft. He tensed, bucking his hips to her ministrations, his daughter's tongue driving him crazy as he fucked her mouth. When he pulled out, his head was purple and his balls tightened. He groaned.

"Come here, Daddy. Let me get you off..." Kelly hissed naughtily, spreading her cunt lips with her fingers as she sat up. Her father stared in awe a moment, but finally dove atop her, though not in the way she intended.

He slurped like a madman on her tight little cunt, and she cried out as his tongue slid up and down her slit and over her little clit until she writhed on the verge of orgasm. He bit the ring and pulled on it, sending waves up her spine as she arched to him, shudders succeeding her cum as it poured out of her from her hefty orgasm. By then, he was like a man possessed, his tongue jabbed in and out of her tight little cunt like a mini prick, spreading and taking her juices into his mouth until she was very wet. When he finally mounted her little pussy, it was with primal lust that he shoved his whole 10 inches into her up to the hilt.

He didn't stop pumping her, even though she screamed in pain. Her hymen broke and left blood across the sheets, his ten inches pounding her cervix and knocking her little body around on the sheets. "Daddy! Daddy, stop!" But he didn't, he kept riding her until his cum spurted into her tiny little hole, filling her up and bringing her up to a painful climax once more. Though the pain had been immense, she found herself devilishly delighted when he lay his weight upon her body and fell asleep inside of her.. his cock slowly softened, but never fully, not through the night as her little cunt squeezed him warmly...

But now I was spent, again, after multiple climaxes along with her … I felt my penis unstiffening even within her ass, and her hole didn’t seem as tight.

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.”

http://www.sexstoriespost.com/main/?m=submit#_msocom_1" name="_msoanchor_1">[ESB1] 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.

 

(Continued from http://www.sexstoriespost.com/stories/49/14759.html"> face="Verdana">The Goddesses of Sex - part 2: Ashley ...)

            I live alone now, my girlfriend moved out about a month ago.  It wasn’t much of a relationship.  I guess we just didn’t love each other enough to keep going.  I wasn’t too sad to see her go.  I walked into the kitchen to put away my glass.  I was looking out of the window I have above the sink.  Suddenly I got that feeling that I was being watched.  The hairs on my neck went up.  I looked around outside, but all I saw were the trees being swayed by the wind.  I went up stairs to get ready for bed, trying to escape that eerie feeling.  It was going to be a long day tomorrow and I wasn’t look forward to it.  I walk to my bathroom forgetting about what I felt downstairs, replacing it with the loathing I had for tomorrow.  I turned on there water in the shower and walked back to the mirror, shedding my robe and hanging it on the hook.  I studied myself.  I had taken up running again, trying to get back in shape, and it was paying off.  I had just about got my six-pack back.  I smiled to myself, satisfied.  The water had warmed up by the time I had finished brushing my teeth. I finish my shower, toweled off and went strait to bed.  It wasn’t long before I was asleep; it had been a long day. 

            I awoke.  I blinked at my clock trying to focus my eyes.  12:33.  I’ve only been asleep an hour.  My stomach tightened.  There was someone in my room with me.  I turned and saw a small outline.  The person was thin, about five feet ten inches tall.  They were standing their watching me at the foot of my bed. 

            “Who are you!?” I shouted. Without waiting for a response I reached quickly for my pistol that I kept in the night sand beside my bed.  A hand stopped mine.  How did she move that fast.  Now that she was closer I could see that it was in fact a girl, a beautiful girl.  She couldn’t have been older than her early twenties.  She had long jet black hair that reached the top of her back.  Her eyes were some wonderful shade of green that looked like they were on fire. She had a great body, and her grip was surprisingly strong.  My heart was pounding.  At first I was scarred to see someone sneak into my room but now it was pounding because of something else.  A million questions ran through my head. Who was she?  Why was she here?  How did she get in?  What was she doing?  What did she plan on doing with me?  I couldn’t take my eyes off of hers, it was like I was in a trance.  Her grip loosened and I made no attempt to get my gun.  Her right hand moved around and caressed the back of my head.  Her touch electrified me.  She brought my head close to hers, and we kissed, deeply and passionately.  I couldn’t think strait enough to question it.  I just soaked it all up.  Our tongues danced in each others mouths as she pushed me down on my bed.  She straddled me and began to rub my cock through the sheets.  I was hard as a rock now.  She moved her hand underneath the sheets and started pumping me.  I removed her skin tight top she had been wearing.  She hadn’t been wearing any bra under her top.  I began to caress her breast with both hands she moaned softly into my mouth.  She took off her bottom and I threw away my covers.  We embraced, it felt so good just touching her.  Our lips locked again, and with her right hand she took my cock and guided me in her. She threw her head back and moaned as she took me all in. Her pussy was so tight and wet with her juices.  She began to bounce up and down, fucking me faster and faster.  She rubbed and squeezed her tits as she fucked, moaning and screaming.  I rolled her to her back and began pounding her with everything I had.

            “Oh, YES! Fuck me!  Fuck me harder!”  I was completely enthralled with her.  She arched her back suddenly and I felt all her muscles tense as she screamed with orgasmic pleasure.  Then she wrapped her arms around my back, her nails dug deep into my back.  It hurt, but I could care less at that point.  She threw herself into my thrusts, matching my pace, and she began moaning more and more.  I knew she was close and I was too.  I started fucking her faster and even harder.  Her moans turned to screams again and I found myself screaming as well.  At first I thought to pull out, but she pulled me in with her powerful legs.  I came inside her.  Load after load was shot into her vagina, and I just kept cumming.  Finally I was out.  I sat there on my knees trying to catch my breath, watching this beautiful vixen lying there panting.  Her breasts moving up and down as she breathed.  I leaned forward and our lips met again in a fiery passionate kiss.  I realized my back was bleeding from her clawing.  I was growing tired suddenly, too tired. I broke the kiss to say something but all I could do was catch my breath.  She began to kiss and bite my neck, and suddenly I felt a sharp pain, and then, nothing…