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The Slut's Panties Ch.1

SnowTies on Supernatural Stories

It was about 1 PM when the girl got to the store. It was new in town, kind of like a thrift shop. She heard they had ‘everything’, so she decided to check it out. She brushed her brown hair behind her shoulders and opened the door. A cool wave of AC hit her in the face, but it wasn’t unwelcome in the unusual heat outside. It was early June, but it felt like late July.

The clerk, an older man of maybe around 45, greeted her kindly and told her to feel free to browse around. Walking away, she looked back to see him staring at her. He averted his gaze quickly, and began shuffling with some boxes. The girl, Jessica, wandered up and down the isles, seeing things from toy guns, to make-up and discount jeans. After about hitting up maybe half the shelves, she saw an
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open door, leading to some boxes and shelves. Quickly looking around, the owner not in sight, she went in.

In the boxes were more useless stuff, knick-knacks and the works. However, in a box towards the very back of the room, she spied something. She peered inside and gasped. There were exotic pornographic magazines, oddly shaped vibrators, the largest dildos and strap-ons she had heard of, thick butt plugs, lubricants, liquid latex, nipple clamps, anal beads, clit stimulators and cock rings, blow-up dolls, fake vaginas and other odd arrangements of kinky sex toys. She started to dig through the box, when the sound of footsteps caught her attention. Scrambling quickly, she stuck her hand in the box, grabbed something, and ran into an isle quickly.

She dropped it in her purse, and left in a hurry. She ran home as fast as she could.

She had 3 messages on her answering machine, so she tossed her purse on her bed and went to call her friends. After all, what’s an attractive 18 year old brown-eyed brunette supposed to do?

At around 11 PM, she got back from the movie theatre depressed. She didn’t see any hot guys and it didn’t help that the movie also sucked. So, sighing, she went into her room and locked the door. Peeling off her shirt and tossing it on the floor, she plopped onto her bed. Seeing the purse, she was about to throw it at her door, when the memory of the store earlier that day caught her attention. Scrambling to open her purse, she gasped as she pulled out the stolen object.

In her hand, she held an 8” black vibrator. She had tried one of her friends out before, but hadn’t really tried it.

“Ah, what the hell? Why not?” She said as she turned the vibrator over in her hand. She found the switch to turn it on, and hit it. It thrummed to live in her hand, making a sweet humming sound that could only mean pleasure. So gingerly, she took it and started to rub her vagina through her jeans. It didn’t feel that bad! Getting up, she unbuttoned her pants and let them fall to the floor.

Jessica sat down onto her bed, pink bra and thong her only clothing. She lay back against her pillow, and move the vibrator to her nipples. The cloth vibrated back and forth, making her nipples stand out. A flash went through her body, and she curled up, moving the vibrator down between her legs. An intense wave of pleasure rang through, touching nipples and pussy alike. Within seconds, bra and thong were forgotten, lying in a cute pile beside her bed.

The vibrator went into her trimmed pussy, a feeling of ecstasy floating around her body. Then, it happened. The tip of the vibrator found her clit and a moan escaped her lips. She began to thrust against the vibrator, wanting more and more. Her pussy was wet, and still she kept trying to hump the vibrator. Then, in an intense spasm of pleasure, she orgasmed. Trying to catch her breath, she was hit with another, and her head started to swim. Again, and again they hit her. Teeth clenching, nipples erect beyond belief. Toes curled and hips thrusting, she lost control. As a final, raging orgasm hit her, her pussy clenched around the vibrator, and she blacked out.

A floating sensation, like in a dream. She was hovering in a room, dimly lit. Her eyes adjusted slowly, but she could hear noises from below. She slowly lowered her self.

A girl, blond hair and big of breast, no more than 20, was sitting in a chair. She was surrounded by another blond girl, perhaps older, and a man. A wave of Déjà Vu hit her, along with a jolt of recognition. The man she was staring at, though she could only see his back, was the owner of that new store she just visited.

“Hey, what’s going on?” She cried out in an ethereal voice. The three didn’t hear her. She tried again a few more times, but again to no avail. She submitted and watched the scene unfold before her eyes.

The blond in the chair appeared to be sitting uncomfortably, and was shaking her head as if disagreeing with something. Words drifted up to were Jessica was floating.

“No, I won’t do it. I'm not going over there!”

“But you must!” The man’s voice.

“Come on… You don’t want to have me make you, do you baby?” Said another girl’s voice.

“No! Nohhh… God…” Said the first voice, sounding like it was feeling intense pleasure.

Jessica started to feel a tug, not on her body, but in her mind. Slowly, she started to be pulled down, towards the people. She began to get some speed, and then 'bang!', she crashed into the girl on the seat.

“No! Help me!” She cried out as she was forced into the sitting girl, and was shocked to hear the words coming from the girl’s lips. Her body began to feel real again, and she began to feel sensations. She felt full, and she was very horny. She looked at the two people standing over her and tried to get away. She only succeeded in pushing her self up off the chair 5 inches when she cried out with pleasure.

The dildo that was pressed into her cunt was no where near small, and pulling away caused yet another wave of pleasure. The one filling her ass gave her a queasy-full feeling when she tried to move. Gasping, she slid back down and screamed with pleasure as the two massive sex toys slid farther into her. As she plopped back down onto the seat, she felt a weight pulling on her nipples, causing a blur of pain and pleasure. The sharp bite of the nipple clamps was an experience that she had never felt before.

“Well, will you do it now then?” The other blond girl asked, slipping her tongue into the mouth of the girl who Jessica was inhabiting. Jessica moaned and nodded her head, trying to push down on the gargantuan dildos filling her body. She heaved her chest, the nerves from her tits responding to the pull of the weights in an untamed shout.

“Good, then I guess its time for your treat.” Said the blond girl, moving in front of Jessica. Jessica tried to move her hands to play with her nipples, or her clit, or anything, but found them to be tied down with leather straps. The blond girl moved over Jessica and sat on her lap, straddling her. The additional weight of the blond girl pushed Jessica’s pussy against the dildo even further.

Her pussy juices ran freely down the thick shaft of the dildo, grouping around the base. The girl who was straddling Jessica took off the nipple clamps and began to run her hands over Jessica’s now-large tits. Her nipples were fatter and longer, looking as if they were ready to burst. The other girl, Emily, took one of Jessica’s large, fat nipples and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, and then placed it in her mouth. She began to whorl her tongue around it and suck with enthusiasm. She switched from tit to kisses, and kisses to tit, tongue always moving.

Meanwhile, one of her hands was tucked underneath her, fingers in her own pussy to the knuckle. When she was nice and wet, she took her fingers out and rubbed them across Jessica's lips, her tongue flicking out to taste. Then, going back down to the wet slit between her, she took her drenched hand and gripped the shaft of the dildo.

Her hand, now wet with her own juices, slid up and down the shaft of the soaked dildo, Jessica’s own pleasured mess adding to the ease. The hand, which started at the base, eventually found its way up the shaft into Jessica’s wet, gaping tunnel of a pussy. Experienced fingers traced the lips of the sopping cunt and made there way to the clit. Rubbing, thrusting, finding, squeezing, tickling, her fingers were a machine. Jessica, already having juices flowing freely from her pussy, let out a shriek of joy that was soon silenced by the weight of Emily’s tongue.

A minute or so later, Emily licked Jessica’s nipple one last time, and lowered her head to Jessica's now blond-haired bush. Emily buried her mouth against Jessica's huge mound of curly pubic hair, licking the entire region of her sex. Finally, pulling away, a cupped hand came down and played with her curly, blond pubes, fingers dancing. With an increasing pressure being applied, Emily could feel the dildo through Jessica’s hairy pubic mound. After a few pressured strokes, another bout of juice made its way out of Jessica's deliciously wet lips, and onto Emily’s tongue.

Jessica’s breath was heavy, eyes closed for about a minute. When she opened, the man spoke.

“Now, now, Stacy, or should I say, Jessica, you must get ready for the party.” Jessica, as if in a trance, nodded. Emily walked back over, and with a hand on Jessica’s breast and a hand on her back, she helped her up.

The full-feeling slowly left her as the anal dildo slid out first, followed shortly after by the wet one that was buried almost base deep in her delicious cunt. She stood on shaky legs, and touched her pussy. It was spread wide, and it was leaking onto the floor, and the sight of it made her wanting more things done to her.

“Your room is on the right. Get into something… sexy” The man said, pointing towards a wooden door.

Jessica, moving awkwardly towards the door, nodded. She grasped the door knob and looked back. She saw Emily rubbing her tongue up and down the shaft of the dildo that was inserted into Jessica’s pussy, hand on the one from her ass, and almost touched her self when Emily stood on the chair and squatted into the thick dildo, letting it slowly enter the moist cavern that awaited.

Jessica found her room, or a room, not knowing if it was hers, and went inside. There were dressers, and closets full of clothing. As she looked around, a note, lying on the bed, caught her eye. She picked it up and read it.

‘These clothes are at your disposal, wear any that you like. The only exception is that you wear the pair of blue panties that are lying on the pillow. You will find that they are… exceptionally comfortable and conforming. Remember my little slut, dress to fuck.’

She read and reread the note again. Looking around, she saw the pair of panties on the pillow. She slowly walked over to them and sat on the bed. Shifting them around in her hands, the panties felt like they were made of an odd material, one that she couldn’t quite place. Bending down, she brought her left leg, then her right through the blue panties and brought them up. The feeling of clothes on her skin felt odd, as if she hadn’t been dressed in weeks. However, looking down, she saw that the panties were forming themselves to her body, filling in down the crack of her ass, and forming around the swollen lips of her still wet pussy. She could feel the juices, but looking down at herself, could not see them.

She sat up, feeling better, and went to some drawers. She eventually found herself some tight cloth short-shorts, some name brand or another. They hugged her hips, her ass, now larger than her real one was, filled the back of it perfectly. For a shirt, she decided to go braless and chose a white shirt that showed off little cleavage, but really was tight so her tits pressed out to great lengths. Her nipples, still a little hard from earlier, made the shirt a wonder to lust for.

She was reaching for the door when a knock came from the other side. She opened it and Emily was there. Emily eyed Jessica’s body from top to bottom and smiled. She reached her hands forward and brought Jessica’s head to her own, slipping her tongue in for a quick wrestle. Jessica smiled and brushed a strand of blond hair out of her eyes.

“Here, let me help you with that.” Emily said, reaching for another strand. “Here, come with me.”

She led Jessica to the bed and sat her down. She then proceeded to give Jessica pigtails, which when done, made Jessica appear to be an innocent school-girl with a slut body.

“There, now the party is going on next-door, and remember what he said… Be sexy, you little slut.” Emily said smiling. She grabbed Jessica’s hand and led her out of the room. Jessica followed down a hallway, took a turn, and was at a door. She could see it was dark outside.

“Here’s where I leave you.” Emily said, moving up to Jessica and kissing her again. Jessica returned the favor, and let out a gasp as one of Emily’s hands found her breast, other squeezing her ass. “Good luck, and have a hell of a time. Oh, and when you get back, I want to see a gaping asshole, and I want to be able to fist-fuck your cunt sideways.”

Jessica nodded and opened the door. There was a bunch of cars parked two houses away, and people were outside. She guessed there would be a lot of drunks, due to the chants of “Chug” and a passed out person or two. She walked across the lawn, and made her way up to the house. She opened the door, and went in. A group of guys turned to see the newcomer, and stared in shock at the bombshell that just entered. Jessica walked through a kitchen and out into what appeared to be a living room. A bunch of guys were watching a football game, a drunken girl was passed out by another man’s exposed cock, and the sounds of a creaking bed and yells suggested that somebody was having a good time.

Jessica walked passed the people and found a bathroom. She opened the door and went inside. Closing it behind her, she sat on the toilet and began to finger herself. She was then going to wipe herself, but stopped and stood up. The panties slid up and felt great against the wetness of her juices. She turned and looked into the mirror, admired her body, and pulled her pants back down. Her panties had taken on the outline of her clit, which stood out slightly from its hood, and was shocked to see that it was fairly large. She touched it and gave a shudder. Feeling dirty, but having a good time, she pulled the back of her panties into her ass crack and tightened her cheeks. After letting her cheeks do a post-flex jiggle, she saw that the panties remained in her crack, like a thong. In fact, it had somehow changed into a thong. Smiling, she pulled the top of her panties higher, and pulled up her pants. A good 4 inches of the blue thong showed, and since her breasts made her shirt ride high, it was completely visible. She walked out, hips swaying.

Again, she entered the living room, but this time, she lingered. She was looking at the guys on the couch, who until she entered, were watching the game. She could see a twitch or two in some of the pants, and had to smile.

“Easy as pie.” She murmured to herself. Reaching into her purse, she grabbed a lipstick container and pulled it out. Turning around, she ‘accidentally’ dropped the lipstick. Giving out a fake, but audible sigh, she bent over and grabbed the fallen accessory. However, she didn’t stand back up. She looked between her legs and saw a mass of guys staring at her. Smiling she spoke.

“Whichever one of you has the biggest prick; I’ll let you ‘prick’ me in my fat ass.” She said loudly, as she pulled down her pants. She closed her eyes as the cool air assaulted her ass and the sound of zippers rang out. She finally opened her eyes and stood up. Turning around, she saw a mass of guys standing with cocks at attention. She eyed each of them carefully. About half way down the line of horny young men, she found the biggest of the lot.

She slowly sauntered over and grabbed his cock. Giving it a pull, she led him to the carpet that lay in the middle of the room. She whispered in his ears, and his penis twitched. She moved behind him and reached around, grabbing his cock in her hand. She gingerly stroked it, and smiled. She move from behind him to in front, and got on her hands and knees. Looking behind her, she smiled and grabbed the line of her thong and moved it to the side. She held it there, waiting, head facing forward.

About 2-3 seconds later, she felt the bulbous head of his cock press against her sphincter. The touch of it on the rim of her anus made a shudder climb through her body, and her nipples began to harden. She heard a grunt, and she felt part of her asshole open, cool air hitting it. She reached back and found his cock, urging it inward. With a push, it was in. Just the feeling of the long throbbing cock being inside her made her gasp in pleasure. His cock slowly moved in and out, his breath becoming ragged. Jessica breathed heavily and thrust back against his cock, urging it deeper. Her pussy was wet now, a drop or eight leaking out and wetting the front of her panties. She reached down with a hand and began to rub her clit, the material of the panty formed around the large clit adding an otherworldly feeling. About half a minute later, the breath of the guy behind her stopped, his cock twitched.

She thrust hard against it, forcing him back and to the ground, cock still in her ass. She was panting as he pumped wave after wave of cum into her ass. After he stopped cuming, which lasted quite a while, she moved herself off of his cock and stood up, his cum leaking down onto the line of her thong. She stood staring at the rest of the guys who were standing there, and pulled her shirt off.

While her shirt came off and her boobs popped out in a jolly bounce, the excess cum that was leaking down her ass crack was being absorbed into the thong. Jessica squatted down, breasts bouncing all the while, and grabbed the back of her thong, she pulled the thong string out, and now the panties were normal again. However, this didn’t last. The wet spots of her juices were still there, shining up from her moist pussy. A line was made down the crack of her ass, from where all the juices had went.

Jessica stuck a finger at the mouth of her hidden pussy, and pressed it in. Juices flowed from the side of her panties, and down the inside of her creamy thighs. She pinched the bottom of her panties, and pulled. The bottom came off, and she laughed in excitement over her new pair of crotch less, and ass less panties.

She sat on the ground, rubbing her left nipple with her hand, while the other played with her clit, now throbbing.

“So, who’s ever wanted to circle jerk onto a wet, horny, big-breasted slut?” Jessica asked, licking some of her juices from her fingers. A chorus of “Aye!” and “Me!” filled the room. So, Jessica laughed and lay on the floor. She waited for about 10 seconds, then she spoke.

“Come get it then.”

She had about 8 guys standing around her in a circle. She was on her knees now, looking at eye level with each of there cocks. She touched one or two, then gave a shout.

“Don’t just stand there, FUCK!” She cried, watching as a bunch of hands moved back and forth. She went around the circle, touching this guys balls, rubbing this guys head, licking this guy’s shaft. She went around again and again, and when someone started to cum, she told him to pinch it. Eventually, there were 3 guys who hadn’t started to cum yet, so she decided to give them a little ‘treat’. She went to the first guy, and began running her tongue up and down his shaft. She kept doing this, and eventually placed his cock in her mouth, tongue moving always. When she placed the tip of her tongue to the slit of his penis, she could taste a bit of his cum, so she brought her head back and told him to hold. The next guy had his balls in her mouth, each one being sucked on and licked, until his moment was about to come.

The final guy, he was still jerking when he felt her hands on his balls. He then felt the hand move, slowly between his legs and grab his ass. Jessica gave a short laugh and pressed a finger against his anus. His cock started to spasm, so she knew it was time.

She lay back down in the middle, mouth open, legs spread. She rubbed her tits once, and then spoke.

“Make me wet.” As the words left her lips, hands unclenched their cocks and streams of semen sprayed against her body. She felt her nipples get covered by the warm fluid; she felt some spray all over her pussy lips, and up to her bush and throbbing clit. Her mouth was wide open, and she was greeted with the salty taste of warm cum. It was in her hair, on her eyes, in her mouth, loads on each tit, in her belly-button, and all over her legs. She brought her fingers down and played with her pubic mound, blond hair covered milky white. At one point, she turned over, and 2 or 3 of the late sprayers got her neck and lower back. Her ass cheeks sent up sprays as cum bounced off it. Jessica moaned as semen began to slide down her ass cheeks, making her asshole wet and lubed again.

She moaned, and she was fingering herself, and playing with her tits, and swallowing and licking semen. As pleasure sent tendrils to her brain, she let out words of enjoyment.

“Now… Dick… In me…” She gasped as her own pussy juices mixed with that of the creamy cum, making a lovely mess on her inner thighs.

She rolled back onto her back and raised her feet into the air.

“FUCK ME!” She shouted, and three men obeyed. She closed her eyes and let them come to her. These ones were not from the circle jerk, because they were rock hard. She felt herself being turned to her side, and gasped loudly as a throbbing cock buried itself balls deep into her raging pussy. Another cock, this one fat, slid its way into her mouth. She felt precum dance on her tongue as the cock slid in and out. Finally, a finger was pressed into her anus. Then she felt 2, then 3 fingers, spreading her asshole wide for an invasion.

And no sooner had she thought this than a cock, rock hard, slid into her ass, stretching her sphincter wide yet again. All the while, her hand was down the front of her panties, pinching her clit and rubbing her blond mess of sticky pubic hair. The guy in her ass shot his load first, filling the cavern of her anus yet again with a large load of milky semen. The guy in her wet cunt shot next, spraying cum back out and over her pussy lips and crotch less panties. The man in her mouth shot last, spraying a load so large that it flowed out of her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed the salty and sticky load and sat up. There wasn’t a dry part anywhere on her body. Even her panties were soaked through!

She grabbed as much of the sticky mess as she could and put it in her mouth, the rest she tried to push towards her pussy. The panties she was wearing were absorbing the cum and pussy juices, as if eating them up.

The exhausted, yet satisfied men left the room, leaving the pool of semen to her. She finally got to her feet, most of the semen either swallowed, or absorbed. She wiped her breasts with a pillow, and found her shirt. She put it on, the fabric sliding over her tits with ease. A wet spot, from a spot she missed, appeared on her right tit, making it see through and cling. Her belly button also had some cum left over, and a spot appeared there.

Jessica felt dizzy; what would she do now? She bent over to get her pants, but turned when she heard a noise. She turned, the man from the store stood there. He looked at her, smiling. She gave a laugh and placed her hands on the side of a couch, bracing herself.

At the sound of a zip, she looked back and gasped at the sight of his flaccid cock. It was HUGE! She moaned and thrust her ass out, waiting. Four seconds later, a cock which was stiff as a board, slid its way into her pink asshole.

From all it saw that day, the muscle spread itself wide to accommodate. However, even that wasn't enough when the monster of a head pushed it wide. In, out, in, out, the cock ravaging her anus went.

It slowed to a stop and she looked back. No sooner did she look back then the lips of her cunt spread out, dragging along the shaft of the man’s cock. Jessica's large clit was being rubbed back and forth, her pussy juices sliming down her leg from the lack of room in her hot cunt. She felt her head tug back, an odd feeling in her scalp. The man had her blond pigtails in his hand, pulling.

With every orgasm she received, the world started to blur. She felt an explosion rip through her greedy cunt, semen everywhere. Her starving pussy lapped it up like a vicious dog.

Warmth everywhere, then black...



Her eyes opened, staring up at her bedroom ceiling. She gasped for breath, blinking.

"Oh my god... What a dream.'' She said, images going through her mind. It wasn't until a little after that when she noticed the warmth in her pussy, or an odd feeling in her ass. Puzzled, she looked down at herself, strewn across the bed.

"What the...?" she said, looking down at her fat nipples, and big breasts. Closing her eyes, she reached down and touched her clit; her large, cum soaked clit. She opened her eyes and stood up, admiring her blue, crotch less panties.

Sighing, she grabbed the black vibrator, turned it on, and slowly slid it into her now-wide cunt.


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An Encouter of the Sexual Kind

Sir_Hornyalot on Supernatural Stories

Steve came round to an almighty buzzing (oh god …hangover what did I drink last night… suddenly he realized with a massive rush of adrenaline that he wasn’t in his bed but lying face down on something hard and very cold and that he wasn’t wearing anything… his eyes snapped open and the bright light brought a wave of nausea that he fought to control whilst blinking rapidly and trying to take in his surroundings …

   He was in a room approximately 20 feet by 20 feet and about 10 feet high. The floor walls and ceiling were all some plain cold meta

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l with a light blue tinge to it. There was nothing else in the room .. no door …no windows … no anything…

   His head was started to recover from its spin but this was rapidly being replaced with panic ..(where the hell am I and where the f*%k are my clothes) Steve got slowly to his knees and glanced all the way round the room (nope no door) suddenly he caught a glance of something out the corner of his eye and though the sudden movement brought a very real return of the buzzing he kept his eyes on the object that had, as far as he could tell, appeared out of thin air…

   It was a girl … a woman actually… lying on her side in the corner of the room her back to Steve… also completely naked… (what the f$@k . …what the f%&k is going on… ) suddenly she shifted and started to stir (jesus he thought she’s waking up and neither of us have any clothes) Steve slowly crawled to opposite corner and tried his best to hide his manhood and get a grip on reality as the blonde raised her hand to her head and groaned… she slowly turned over and opened her eyes… she focused on Steve and yelped her eyes snapping open and her hands whipping over to cover her breasts and crotch…. But not before he had caught a quick glance of her smallish but firm looking tits … she looked to be a few years older than Steves 25, blonde and maybe a few inches shorter and despite the rapidly rising panic he felt a small stirring down below … (great if I get a hard on she’ll definitely think I’ve raped her or something just concentrate on something else ..like where the hell you are… where your clothes are …and how the hell your getting out)

 “Who are you?”   the voice shook Steve out of his panic ….

”Er Steve ….you….?  Hang what the hell am I saying where the hell are we ?” 

 “What am I doing here where are my clothes what have you done to me?”

“Woah there lady this is nothing to do with me notice my distinct lack of clothes too…”

“But….”

“CREATE”

“what was that ?” they both said at once….

“I could have sworn I heard that in my head… but you heard it too..?”

“Yeah it sounded like it came from inside my head too”

“YOU WILL CREATE NOW”

“What the f%$k …who is that and what do you want with us”

“Just let us go” shouted Anna

   Anna had a splitting headache but the adrenaline was pushing that aside as fear was rapidly taking hold …the last thing she remembered was working late… she always seemed to be working late these days ..and now she was in some sort of … cell without a door naked, with a naked guy… it was too much.

“YOU ARE MALE AND FEMALE, YOU WILL CREATE.. MATE AND WE WILL RETURN YOU”

They both just stared at each other now certain that the voice was speaking to them in their heads and not through some sort of speaker system… who had that kind of technology? To speak into someone’s thoughts …could they hear their thoughts?

“Where are we?” shouted Steve

“MATE AND WE WILL RETURN YOU”

“You must be crazy” shouted Anna “Let us go we’re not doing anything”

“SO OFTEN IT COMES TO THIS …. VERY WELL YOU WILL MATE, CREATE THE GENETIC MATERIAL OF YOUR SPECIES OR YOU WILL CEASE”

“Is that a threat ..look you sick f&%k let us out of here we’re not putting on some sort of sick show or you now open the door” Steve started to edge out of his corner of the room feeling the cold surface for the door … any sort of crack when suddenly there was the most intense bright light and he felt pain …pain like nothing he had ever experienced before fire seemed to burn in every pain receptor in his body ….. and then it stopped just as suddenly as it had started … he was lying face down again gasping for air… he glanced over at the blonde and saw she too looked to be suffering from similar after affects … and blood was running from her nose…he reached up to his own and saw blood smeared on his fingers.

“YOU WILL MATE OR YOU WILL CEASE”

They both looked at each other and Steve could see the fear in her eyes.

Anna was scared now she wasn’t sure what was going on but this was very, very real. Someone..something wanted her to have sex with this total stranger in this empty room or it was going to kill them both. She had no doubt about that whatever it was it had the power to speak into their thoughts and cause extreme pain and she had no doubt it could kill them in an instant if it wanted too. She looked over at the guy … considering her options… simple really she could either let him fuck her or die. Hang on what was she saying to herself why was this a difficult choice? He wasn’t exactly a handsome hunk but he was attractive slim but athletic and despite his trying to hide it with his hands his cock was semi hard and already 6 inches … she should be thanking whoever or whatever had forced her into this situation.. it had after all been over a year now since she’d last had sex without the aid of hands. She almost laughed out loud as she felt her nipples getting harder … she stood up slowly and whilst still covering herself ‘down below’ with one hand she moved the other away from her chest up to her neck…. and smiled.

   Steve was still fighting hard to keep his eyes off the blonde and stop himself from getting hard in front of her, and concentrate on the situation at hand but she was hot and someone had just threatened to kill them both if he didn’t fuck her … his eyes betrayed him again and this time she was standing and her arm was no longer across her chest and she was looking straight at him.

“Look it seems we’re both in the same situation here” she said “And I don’t want to die in this room so what do you say we do this and get it over with”

Steve stood completely shocked (did I just hear that right) he closed his mouth and uttered the words “ No .. No you’re only saying that because he, they, it whatever… is threatening you, otherwise you wouldn’t” (What! Did I just really say those words? Idiot you just turned down the most attractive woman you’ve ever seen naked)

“That’s sweet you’re obviously a gentleman and an honorable guy but I don’t want to die and I don’t see why we can’t make the best of this and have a little fun” She grinned.

  And with that Anna dropped her other arm to her side and started to walk towards him her nipples painfully hard now at the thought of what was to come and a pleasant wetness was growing inside her. Reaching him she took hold of his hands and gently pulled them away from his crotch while she raised herself up on her toes closed her eyes and kissed him softly. She let go of his hands and placed hers on his stomach (hmmm pleasantly firm) sliding them down until she gripped his shaft in her hands, smiling to herself as she the him jolt at her touch.

    ‘Holy crap’ thought Steve as he fought the urge to cum right then… managing to gain control he felt her slide her tongue out of his mouth and lower herself down so that his erect penis was inches from her nose…still grinning she flicked out tongue and licked his head like it was an ice cream cone …. This nearly sent him over the edge again and he thought to wrench his mind away from what was happening down in front of him ‘ I’ve got to get a grip on this before I blow my load in the first 30 seconds ‘ he thought … taking her by the shoulders he pulled her up and backed into the corner of the room gently turning her around as he did so that she was facing away from him. He backed right into the corner feeling the cool surface on his skin and pulled her up against him her firm buttocks pressing his cock up against his stomach. He wrapped his left arm around her chest and started to squeeze her right nipple between his fingers, kneading her breast as he did so. Sliding his right hand down across her stomach his fingers encountered a wet patch and he dipped one into her slit… a small groan escaped her lips and she started grinding her butt against his cock in rhythm to the motion of his finger as it slid in and out of her pussy rubbing against her clit.

    She was really worked up now she didn’t care if there was someone watching it’d been too long since she done this and his finger was sending her into a frenzy she needed him inside her… pounding her as she came…..she couldn’t take it anymore ..she whipped round so fast she saw the look of shock flash across his face as his finger slid out of her

“Fuck me” she whispered

A look of raw animal hunger passed across his face and he pressed her up against the wall picking her up by grabbing her arse and thighs he lowered her onto his shaft feeling her grip him tightly as she slid onto him gliding all the way to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around him tightly gripping him as hard as she could as he started to thrust into her pushing her up against the wall harder. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her his hands on her butt gripping firmly with every thrust, the grunts he made every time he pounded into her.

   Oh god this was good… he didn’t know how much longer he could keep himself from cumming .. he could feel her hard nipples pressed against his chest rubbing up and down his pecks with every thrusting motion.. the small gasping moans escaping from her lips, her legs were wrapped around him so tightly gripping he could feel the effect in her vaginal muscles as they gripped his penis with their satiny walls. It was al too much he could feel the overwhelming pressure building up in his balls. Sliding his hands down from her butt cheeks he unwrapped her legs and gripped each leg on the underside just above the knee and forced her legs open as far as they would go so that her knees were mere inches from being pressed up against the wall she gasped as he started to pound into her faster and faster and started to convulse in uncontrollable ecstasy .. it was too much and he exploded inside her.

   She almost screamed out loud as he unwrapped her legs and forced them open so wide thrusting faster and faster she began to tingle all over and then she felt him throbbing quicker and quicker inside of her and she began to orgasm her stomach muscles spasming wildly as she came feeling him squirt into her she began to milk his cock with her contractions…..

    Gasping they both collapsed sliding slowly down the wall slick with Anna’s sweat she fell on top of him his cock still inside her both of them breathing heavily.

“CONFIRMED….GENETIC MATERIAL ACQUIRED…SPECIES CATALOGUED…WE WILL RETURN THE SPECIMENS”

“What? No” Steve said coming back to himself He looked into her eyes “I don’t even know your name” He blurted out . She smiled and opened her mouth to tell him when there was a sudden blinding flash and they both vanished from the room….

 

Years later Steve would put the experience down to too many beers the night before and whilst he still wandered occasionally about it he slowly forgot. Anna however, couldn’t she knew it wasn’t a dream and even went so far as to try and recreate the same intense feelings with future partners although all to no avail…..

   

Teens' Night of Horror

Luckymann on Supernatural Stories

Teen’s Night of Horror

It was a beautiful fall evening. The weather was just perfect. It was a little nippy, but it really wasn’t cold yet. The aroma of burning leaves hung in the evening air. A few clouds drifted past the full moon. Some of the younger trick or treaties were convinced they had seen a witch or two, or maybe a large bat, fly past the moon as well. Of course, the older kids sort of encouraged the younger kids to see those things in the clouds.

It was the perfect night for Halloween trick or treating. It would have been perfect for Susan as well. Perfect, if she had not been drafted by her mother. Her mother had insisted she keep an eye on her younger siblings. Her mother had told the teen to escort
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her younger brother and sister around the neighborhood while they gathered their sugar loaded loot.

The beautiful eighteen-year-old girl had protested having to be stuck her siblings. Her mother simply used the ultimate weapon. “Susan, you will go with your brother and sister this evening, or you won’t be going to the costume dance at school tonight. They will be done and back home more than early enough for you to get to the dance on time.”

Susan reluctantly agreed with her mother. “Ok, Mom! I’ll take them trick or treating, but I’ll have to wear my costume too. I won’t have time to change when we get back and still get to the school on time.”

“That will be fine. You better hurry then. It’s getting dark and they’re waiting for you in the living room. They’re dressed and chomping at the bit to get going.”

“OK Mom.” Susan yelled as she ran up the stairs to her bedroom. She looked forward to wearing her costume. It made her look sexy and a little older than her eighteen years.

She was dressed as a witch when she came back down the stairs, a very sexy witch. Her tattered, loose fitting, black dress didn’t quite reach her knees. It fluttered in the breeze as she walked in her black low-heeled shoes. As the dress waved in the air, it revealed most of her shapely pair of nicely tanned legs. The top of the dress was low cut and revealed a great deal of her ample cleavage. In spite of her mother’s protests and warnings, Susan enjoyed showing off the cleavage created by her full c-cup breasts. They had developed over the past couple of years, and Susan was very proud of them. From under her pointed black hat her long, silky, raven hair fell straight down her back, which was also exposed by the plunging back of her dress.

It was well after dusk when Susan came down the stairs in her costume. Even her brother was impressed. “Wow, Sis! You look nice.”

“Thanks kid. Are you two ready to go?” Susan hustled the kids out into the night. She thought, ‘If my little brother likes me, then the boys at the dance ought to go nuts.’

Their mother wasn’t worried about them being out after dark. Nothing bad ever happened around their part of town. Their neighborhood was mostly upper middle class and no one ever did anything really out of line.

It wasn’t long until the kids had nearly filled their sacks with enough surgery treats to keep their dentist happy for months. The three siblings had headed home. On the way home they passed by an ancient three-story house that had been abandoned for as long even the parents in the area could remember. Occasionally, someone would see a light flickering in one of the windows. The light probably came from some source in the neighborhood. Still, some swore the old mansion was haunted. No one ever dared approach it. They just scurried past as fast as they could.

However, this night was different. The old house was not dark at all. In fact, it was well lit inside and out. It was even invitingly decorated for Halloween.

“Come on Sis, just one more house.” Her brother begged.

”I don’t know about this one. It’s haunted you know.” Susan tried to frighten them out of going up to this strange house.

“Please!” Both kids chorused.

“Well, OK. But this is the last one. Then we have to get home.” Susan insisted.

“Thanks Sis.” The kids yelled as they tore up the walk that led to the wide front porch of the old house. The door opened before they even got a chance to knock. A tall man dressed as a warlock stood before the startled kids.

In spite of being startled, they bravely yelled. “TRICK OR TREAT!”

Susan walked up on the porch just as the warlock handed a very large candy bar to each of the kids. He openly ogled the teen’s shapely body. He stared at Susan’s tits long enough to make the teen uncomfortable. Then he stared deeply into her eyes.

She was transfixed by his stare. His eyes were so dark, they were black. Susan was unable to break the stare.

Licking his lips as though tasting something delicious, he finally broke his stare. “My, my! What a beautiful young witch you are. Would you like a candy bar too?”

“Uh, no, no thank you, Sir. I, I, I’m watching my weight.” Susan stammered as she snapped back to reality and replied.

The warlock reached out and gently took both of Susan’s hands in his. As he gently squeezed her hands, he stared into her eyes again. Susan was again frozen by the stare of this strange older man. He appeared to be at least thirty-five years old, maybe even forty. That was ancient to Susan. He must be at least as old as her mom and dad. His stare was stirring something strange deep within the teen.

“Well then, perhaps you would like to come to a little party we’re having tonight? You can stop by any time before midnight. I’m sure my other guests would love to meet and get to know you.”

Susan regained her senses again and noticed her brother and sister had left the old house’s porch. They were walking toward the sidewalk. Unsure of herself, Susan answered with a quiver in her voice. “Sir, I have a prior commitment, but I might be able to stop by later tonight, if that’s alright.”

“Please do. I would really like to show you to my guests.” He smiled and squeezed Susan’s hands once more. He then bent at the waste and kissed her left hand before releasing the teen. He then stepped back and closed his door.

Susan and her brother and sister hurriedly walked home without speaking. Immediately after getting her siblings in the house, Susan yelled to her mom. “We’re home. I’m going to the dance now.”

“OK! Have fun and don’t stay out too late.” Her mother called out from the kitchen.

As the teen walked the short three blocks to school, something kept popping into her mind. Those eyes! Those black eyes! She couldn’t get the warlock’s eyes out of her mind. It was as if they were still staring at her. With every step she took the strange feeling within she had felt earlier grew stronger. Her hand was tingling where the stranger had kissed it.

Susan was at the school’s doorway when she changed her mind. She decided to go to the warlock’s party instead of the dance. She turned and practically ran to the ancient house.

As she stepped on the porch, the door slowly opened. She briefly hesitated at the doorway. She could see several people inside. There he was, the warlock that had invited her to the party. He turned to face her. He beckoned her to come in.

Susan had an urge to run away as fast as she could, but she ignored it.

In her mind, the warlock spoke to her. ‘Come in my beautiful young witch. Come and join with us! We’ve been expecting you. My guests want to meet you, and I am so looking forward to having you.’

As if drawn by some unseen force, Susan stepped over the threshold. An unseen hand closed the door behind her. She entered the main room where a roaring fire was burning in the fireplace. The small group of guest already there greeted her like an old friend.

The warlock greeted and introduced her. “Welcome to our group, my young witch. Tonight, you will be one of us. We don’t use formal names. We may use first names if need be. Tonight, we are as we appear. You are, of course, the witch. As you can see, I am a warlock. Sort of a match, don’t you agree. That lovely creature on the couch is a vampiress. Next to her is her mate and master, the vampire. We call him Count. The figure lurking in the corner is a…. Well, we’re not really sure what he is. He says he’s a werewolf, but he has promised not to kill and eat anyone tonight. As you see you are the only witch here. We really needed you to round out our little group.”

About then the butler, who looked strangely like the character Igor from an old black and white movie, brought her a drink in a silver goblet. The drink was a dark red wine. Without thinking Susan took a big gulp. It tasted delicious to her and was surprising easy to swallow. Though she was unaccustomed to the taste and affects of alcohol, Susan figured she needed a little help relaxing. After all, this was her first adult party.

When her drink was gone, her host offered to show her around the old house. He told her the property and house had been in his family for nearly two hundred years. Though the furnishings were in pristine condition, the crystal and silver shone brightly, everything looked as though it had been there since the house was first built. Lighting was throughout the house was provided by lit candles in wall sconces. It all looked as it had when it was new. Except for the style, nothing appeared to have aged at all.

When Susan and the warlock returned to the main room and the rest of the guests, the butler brought her another drink. This time it tasted just a little bitter. She drank it down anyway as she chatted with her new friends. She soon began to feel a little weak. She could still stand, walk, and talk, but she seemed to have lost her sense of self. She felt as though she was just an observer of her own actions.

Looking to her host, she groggily spoke. “Sir, I feel funny. I never drink wine, and it’s seems to be going to my head. I think I should probably go home now.”

“Nonsense! The party is just getting started. What you are feeling is the effect of the potion you just drank. You will remain fully awake and aware of everything that’s happening around and to you. You will be able to speak as well. However, you will have no way of resisting my commands. Come with me, my witch. I have another room to show you.”

The warlock led the defenseless teen down into the old home’s basement. The other guests follow close behind. He directed her into that he called, “…our special induction room.” The induction room appeared to be a small theater with walls of stone. Lit torches on the walls illuminated the room. There were several chairs facing a small stage. A few guests were already seated in the room when Susan entered. On the stage was a long stone table set so the long side faced the audience. Her host referred to the table as their altar. The stone table bore many dark stains. Susan could only fearfully guess what had made the stains. In her mind, she feared she was about to add to the stains.

Susan had absolutely no willful control over her body. She complied without a word of protest when the warlock told her to remove her shoes and stand before the gathered attendees. She was then escorted by the two vampires up onto the stage and led to stand next to the table.

The warlock followed Susan and her escorts onto the stage and spoke to the frightened teen. “You will now become part of our group. But to do that, you must be nude.” She gasped and a single tear rolled down her cheek as the warlock, with a single swift jerk, violently ripped her dress away from her body.

Susan stood before the group of strangers clad only in her lacy black bra and matching panties. Her c-cup breasts were spilling over the top of the bra as she had intended. The problem was she had intended to impress some of the boys at the school dance, not some older stranger. “Please Sir, why are you doing this? I have done nothing wrong. And why are you all costumed as if you came from an old movie?”

As the group admired the nearly nude teen, her host spoke to his guests. “I was right! This little witch will make a delightful addition to our family. My witch, as I told you earlier, we are as we appear.” The others quickly agreed.

Susan’s fear grew as she heard the warlock’s command in her mind. ‘Remove your panties and bra so we can see all of you’

Even though she had never been with a boy, Susan knew what they were going to do to her. With tears flowing, the frightened teen did as she had been silently instructed. She didn’t understand the strange power the warlock had over her, but she knew she had to obey. As she dropped her bra to the floor her firm young breasts stood out proudly from her chest. Their size accentuated her slender build. Her nipples started to harden. When she pushed her panties down her legs and stepped out of them, she stood completely nude in front of this group of strangers. Her black pubic bush matched the raven hair on her head.

Susan begged her host to not do to her what she feared he intended doing. “Please Sir, don’t do this. I’m a good girl. I’ve never even seen a boy’s body. I don’t do this kind of thing. Please, let me go. I won’t say anything to anyone. I promise.”

‘Of course your will, but it won’t matter. Get on our altar. Put your arms over your head. Spread your legs. We want to inspect our newest member.’

Susan obeyed without delay. As the warlock had instructed, she vulgarly spread herself on the table her host had called an altar.

He then called the group to surround and inspect their new member. Their hands freely roamed her smooth body. She felt them fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples. Her pussy was gently fingered until her own body betrayed her. Her nipples hardened and stood proudly out from her young and firm tits. Her virgin pussy was soaking wet with her own juices. With the permission of the host, the vampires licked, sucked, and nipped at her tits and the erect nipples topping them off. The two vampires continued to ravish the teen’s tits and nipples until the mounds were aching with desire.

In the mean time, the werewolf had placed his fury head between her splayed legs and was frantically lapping at her spread pussy. Her lubricating juices were flowing as freely as her tears. She could feel the creature between her legs driving his tongue as deeply into her tight pussy as he could. He was trying to lap up as much of her juices as possible. Susan was soon writhing with desire on the altar from the sexual attention she was receiving.

Susan gasped in pain when she felt a sting on each breast. The vampires had bitten her and left two small punctures on the inside curve of each of her tits.

“Enough!” The warlock ordered, and Susan’s body was immediately left unattended. He then stepped up beside Susan and slowly removed his clothing. His chest and arms were very pale but well muscled. The teen gasped again when her tormentor lowered her pants. His cock appeared to be no more than an inch or two of shriveled meat. Then, as she stared at it, the warlock’s cock began to grow. It grew and grew until he sported a huge cock. Though she had never seen a real cock, this one rivaled any she had ever looked at on internet porn sites. It had grown to nearly nine inches long and as thick as a softball bat. Its head was an angry purple and continuously dripping precum.

Susan couldn’t take her eyes off the warlock’s massive weapon, a weapon she knew he intended to use on her. “Oh please, Sir. Don’t hurt me. I really am a good girl. I’ve never done anything like this. I’m a virgin. I’ll never be able to take that thing. You’ll rip me apart. Please….”

“Silence!” The warlock demanded.

Susan obeyed instantly. Her tears continued flowing down her cheeks.

“My young witch, you are about to become mine. The act we are about to perform on our altar will seal you to me as my mate for all eternity. I not only intend to shove this cock into that sweet pussy of yours, but I intend to impregnate you. I can tell by the look of your body and the smell of your cunt that you ready to be fucked, and your womb is ripe for breeding. You will be soon produce a son for me.”

The warlock then stepped between Susan’s widely spread legs. He grabbed her legs behind her knees and roughly pulled her down the altar until her ass was just barely on the stone. Holding one of her legs under each arm, the warlock placed his cock’s large head at the small opening to her vulnerable pussy. With little effort, the warlock pushed his cock’s head into the teen’s tight hole. Her pussy lips painfully spread to accept the invader.

“Oh please Sir, it hurts! Take it out! Don’t do this to me. Please take it out.” Susan pleaded with the warlock.

With a quick but short shove, the invading cock’s head rested against the proof of Susan’s chastity. She cried out from the pain of having her pussy’s lips so suddenly pried open. Her hymen had but a few seconds left to guard her inner treasures.

She cried but knew there was no stopping the warlock. He was going to steal her cherry no matter how much she begged.

Tightening his grip on her legs, the warlock violently thrust forward. He buried the full length of his cock deep into Susan’s cunt.

Susan’s scream echoed off the stone walls of the induction room. The pain burned into her mind and soul. She had felt the searing pain the instant the warlock’s cock had wept her virginity away. A spit second later, she felt him ram into her cervix before painfully entering her vulnerable womb. Her sex had been brutally forced open by the warlock’s massive cock.

Dropping her legs, the warlock painfully squeezed both of Susan’s tits. He then pulled his cock from her body. His cock was dripping with her cherry’s blood. Blood was also oozing from her devirginated cunt.

The vampiress immediately fell to her knees and begged to be allowed to clean the warlock’s bloody cock. She was granted permission. Her mate was also granted permission to clean Susan’s bloody cunt. Both vampires did an enthusiastically good job of cleaning the blood from the organs offered to them.

When the vampires were finished, the warlock returned to his position between Susan’s still spread legs. Holding her legs under his arms again, with little warning, he shoved his cock back into Susan’s painful pussy. As he slowly and deeply stroked in and out of her tight hole, the warlock spoke to Susan. “You are now my mate now and for eternity. The bites on your tits have bound you to our group forever.”

He increased the speed and depth of his strokes until he was ramming into her cervix with each thrust. Then, just as the antique clock began striking midnight, with a loud roar, the warlock drove his massive cock’s head past her cervix and into Susan’s womb. He instantly began pumping a huge load of cum into the ripe teen’s baby chamber.

As his climax subsided, the warlock almost gently patted and stroked Susan’s bare belly that lay before him. As the last of his cum dribble into her womb, he softly spoke to his new mate. “This will soon be swelling as my son grows inside you.”

Pinching her hard nipples, the warlock mocked the poor girl. “These you will only use to feed my son. No other male may touch them. You will bring him to me when I call. You will hear my call with your mind. Also, until I call, you will find other young girls for us mate with. We prefer they be virgins like you.”

“Do you understand?”

Softly, Susan replied. “Yes Master.”

Then, as the antique clock in the corner struck the last chime of twelve midnight, the warlock leaned forward and gently kissed his mate’s lips. Susan’s world went black.

The next morning, Susan awoke in the own bed. As the fog of sleep lifted, she thought to herself. ‘Wow! What a nightmare.’

She dismissed her memories of the previous night as just another bad dream. She began to roll out of bed when reality began to sink in. “Damn, I’m sore all over. That must have been one hell of a dance.”

Then she flipped the blankets off her body. The first thing she saw were the two pairs of scabbed over marks on her tits. Her legs and abdomen were badly bruised. But most disturbing to Susan, her pussy was extremely tender and still oozing blood and cum.

Susan’s scream brought her mother running into her bedroom. Her mother screamed too when she saw her chaste daughter’s body. “What the hell happened to you? Look at yourself. Who the hell did this to you, baby?”

“I don’t know Mom. They were wearing costumes. I was drugged and raped.”

“Well get up! We’re going to the hospital. I’m calling the Police.”

Susan gingerly got out of bed and dressed. Her mother then rushed her to the nearest hospital. The lead detective from the Police Sex Crimes Unit met them at the hospital’s emergency room.

Like other rape victims, Susan was treated to a very humiliating exam. She was poked and prodded in places far too tender for such treatment. The hospital staff documented with a written record her bruises inside and out. Pictures were taken of her visible injuries. Samples were taken for DNA analysis. The ER staff were stumped however by the pair of small puncture wounds to each of her breasts.

Shortly after the exam, the detective was given the hospital’s preliminary report that confirmed she had been raped.

The detective then interviewed Susan. The only part of her story he was skeptical about was the location. No activity had been noted at that old house in many years. Only after independently interviewing Susan’s brother and sister did he ask for and get a search warrant for the old house Susan claimed to have been the scene of her rape.

The police search of the abandoned house confirmed the detective’s initial opinion. Every surface in the place was heavily covered in dust and cobwebs. The fireplace appeared to have not been used in years. Even though he found the stone table Susan described, it too was far too dusty to have had any bodies, naked or otherwise, on it in the recent past. He concluded Susan’s rape must have occurred at some other location. The detective also concluded that Susan had been given a date-rape drug, taken to some unknown location, and cruelly raped by person or persons unknown.

Susan had no choice but to try to put her attack behind her. She returned to school where all her friends were very supportive. Her grades continued to be good. It wasn’t long before her bruises had healed and the pain in her pussy subsided. The wounds to her breasts had become nothing but tiny scars that were barely visible. All was getting back to normal in Susan’s world.

Then, about a month after her attack, shortly after Thanksgiving, it all came crashing back in on the frightened girl. The teen was forced to relive her night of horror.

Susan missed her period




The Witch, the Bedroom and the Nightmares - Part 1

lmsyd4u on Supernatural Stories

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

 

That’s what started my unending nightmare. 

 

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ss="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt">Her name was Maria Averill born in Mesopotamia 4508 BC.  A child of the night and dark arts and the spawn of a priestess who mated with a force long ago called a myth.  Yet here she was and though she was old and withered, no one doubted she existed, only her heritage.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

I slowly blurted out, “I want to.”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

 

 

Wolf's First Time

Nemus_of_Scienta187 on Supernatural Stories

It was another normal evening outside, i could see through my bedroom window, there was little wind, and the stars had just started to show themselfs through the tree's. So i check the time, its like 6:30, and i decide its about time that i get going. I walk to my bedroom door, to make sure my dad wasnt around, then i run to the window, and climbed onto the tree outside, closing my window after me. I drop to the floor, my muscles are aching like usual by now, but i just ignore it, and run the block. By now it had gotten dark, must be around 7 i think, and so what if ive got cramp, and im feeling weird, got more important things to think about, see im thinking about this girl im dating, her name is Jessica, shes a real fireball, and she wants me to be her first.

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any guy who has ever been offered this opportunity, will know that they will do Anything to get the job done. Me included. See im not exactly the best looking guy in the world, ive got mousey brown hair, and dull brown eyes, and im really skinny, most guys are like beefed up by the time they get to my age, either that or they are just geeks, so here i am stuck in the middle, with no major sexual experience myself. So when i get this offer from Jessica, i cant help but get turned on at the thought alone.

  But then my dad tells me its the time of the month, and i cant go out. But dad, that totally sucks, see i cant tell him the truth, coz he will think im a little virgin boy, well he would be right, but hey, he doesnt need to know.

Anyway, so i decided i was gonna sneak out, easy. So here i am, on the way to pick her up, and give her a special night she, or i, will ever forget. But then as im crossing the street, just my luck, i notice this blaring sound, and this really bright light. Ouch. A car.

So i hear these voices, but they are far away, and i cant see nothing. "Stupid dog run out right in front of my car". Some guy rants. "But isnt he beautiful". a Female voice replies. I think to myself, i aint no dumb dog. I try to tell them this, but no words come out, and i feel unconciousness fading back again. So it just comes, and i fade out, with the incessant whining of some poor creature nearby in my ears.

When i wake up again, its pitch black, and i can feel some soft or blanket over me, the whining has also stopped, i'm in some room somwhere, maybe a basement or something, but i notice one of the ground level windows is open. Thanks guys, but ive got a date, i think, so i start padding towards the window...., wait padding ?, also whats the clicking sound when i walk ?, and why am i so low to the ground ? i notice a reflection on an old mirror in the corner, so i decide to have a look at myself. And man did i get the shock of my life.

  Im not looking at my reflection, im looking at a, at a, i'm looking at a wolf. A powerfully built wolf by the looks of it too, with glossy white fur all over and....wait, and a raging hard on. Wow i think to myself, is this me ?, i step closer to the reflection and confirm that it is me.

Nice i think to myself, looking at my manhood, i seem pleased to see myself. I laugh at this, but only pant in the mirror. Why not go see Jessica now ?, i ask myself, give her a nice warm fuzzy suprise. I step away from the mirror, still hardly believing what i saw with my own wolf eyes, i leap onto a box, and place my hands, wait, paws, onto the ledge and nose the window open, then i stuggle through, my powerful muscles contracting to push myself through the small gap. Finally im free.

To Jessica, i think, see her parents are away and so yeah, should be fun, i look up and notice the full moon, and notice that its low in the sky, must be about 4 hours after midnight, i say to myself, well not say, but think, then i stop, how the hell do i know that ?, I shake myself and carry on trotting slowly towards the familiar smell of Jessica's house, wait, the familiar smell of Jessicas house ?, i've never been there, god this is gonna take some getting used to.

Anywho the journey goes off without event, and luckily Jessica lives in a bungalow, so no breaking in without hands, i jump the garden gate, by god im powerful, i think to myself, then i trot around to the back of the house, where i know Jessica's room to be. I smile, good old Jessica, keeping her window open. It was a warm night, and like usual Jessica trusted the neighbourhood that we lived in, whereas i wouldnt trust it as far as i could throw it. Which is pretty hard concidering its a whole neighbourhood. Anyway.

I clear the window ledge in one leap and land on the middle of the floor, with a slight thud. Jessica, makes no sound. I walk around to the side of the bed, cursing my clicking toenails, and place my paws beside her face on the bed. Then looking over her, i feel the familiar arousal feeling that i get whenever i see her.

She looks so peaceful there, asleep on her bed, topless.

She moves in her sleep, and i freeze, so i dont wake her up. She rolls over onto her stomach, and i feel the deffinate feeling of a massive erection, as i see her bare body, in the moonlight.

Her lips were parted slightly, and her hand lay across her breasts, gently, i nudged the hand away, until it fell back. Her youthful breasts were fully rounded, her nipples were semi erect in the night air, their roundness so beautiful. I lean forward and lick gently one of the nipples, she stirs and mutters to herself in her sleep, but carried on sleeping. I carry on licking, making the nipple rise even more from its surrounding flesh, small moans escape her lips. I jump onto the bed softly, so i dont disturb her, and i carry on licking, now moving to the other nipple, slowly i work downwards, until i find the covers covering her bottom half, then i softly take them in my teeth, and pull them down lower, so her panty line is shown, past her knees, until the cover falls to the floor.

This is when i get really turned on, she is sleeping in the total nude, not a stitch of clothing on, i stand over her so arounsed that i cannot do anything but stare. I lower slowly again, and start to lick at her mound, my tongue seeking inside its folds, caressing, and the muffled moans come from her lips again, telling me that shes enjoying it as much as i am. I step forward again and start on the nipples, as she arches her back, pressing her breasts lightly into my mouth, i nip them gently, with my sharp teeth, and lower my back end, ready to meet her.

She arches her back again as she feels my manhood on her stomach, and i back slowly until i feel it pressing against her delicious folds. I position myself so she makes the first move, and wait for the thrust upwards.

I dont have long to wait, heaving upwards again with ecstacy, she finds my engorged head, and thrusts it inside herself, she cries out softly in her sleep as i break her hymen, but she carries on sleeping.

I thrust inside her, again and again, filling her up, my thrusts matching hers, her cries out filling the room.

I picture the scene from outside eyes, a wolf fucking a teenage girl and i feel a new burst of arousal pass over me, my balls contract as i feel the ever present orgasm surfacing. I feel her clenching me, pulling me in deeper, as she feels the same thing happening to her, my insides seem to be on fire, the thrusting intensifies, deeper, deeper, she cries out into the dark night, as i thrust inside her one more time, and explode, my seed filling her up, her juices meeting mine in a lovers embrace, as my back legs give way and i collapse on her.

Her eyes flutter open, and she reaches out her hand to my head, stroking my hair, she speaks softly.

"That was amazing Jason"

I look up to her suprised.

"But im a wo...." I say, looking towards the window, a new dawn rising above the trees.

"Your a what ?" she asks looking at me.

"I, uh, i was a virgin" i mutter quickly, hoping it was cover enough.

"Well you could have fooled me" She replied with a smile.

Then laying in eachothers arms we fell asleep, lovers, united in a world of sexual fantasys.

The Slut's Panties Ch.2

SnowTies on Supernatural Stories

Chapter 2

The brunette lay on her bed, a hand rubbing her thick, erect nipples. The other hand was holding a black 8 inch vibrator that was being fanatically pushed into her pussy, the soft hum punctuating the air. A moan escaped her as she slid the 8 inch wonder up her slit and onto her large clit, sending tingles to her body. Her pussy, already wet from that night’s previous ‘adventure’, let the vibrator slide in and out with ease, the cum and juices splashing over her outer lips and trimmed brown bush.

Her hand let go of her throbbing nipple and moved down to the pair of crotch less panties she was wearing. She did not, however, start the night with them on.

Previously, she had stolen the black vibrator, and come to an orgasm whi
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ch caused her to black out. Upon awakening, she found her self in the body of a gorgeous blonde, and had proceeded to have her ass pounded, cunt flooded, and throat slimed, and that’s not to mention the two huge toys she awoke to sitting on. After that incident, she found her way back to her own body, but some changes had occurred.

…The Changes…

The girl, Jessica, who had normally large C cups, awoke to find herself with the breasts of the blonde girl who she had inhabited, impressively large Ds. With the breasts came the long, fat nipples, and a large clit. Having only had sex once or twice before, due to preferring to give blowjobs, she was shocked to feel her anus wide and sore, along with a gaping, cum soaked pussy. The pair of blue crotch less panties hadn’t started on her, but they stayed. She received them while in the blonde body, from the man who ran the new thrift shop in town. They conformed to her body, and weren’t always crotch less. They did this odd thing, where they absorbed any fluids that came in contact with them, and could be manipulated into a thong, or crotch less, normal, or who knows what else. Either way, they were on her now.

So, her hand, sliding off her large breasts, crept its way down to her blue panties, fingers rubbing the odd material against her skin and short pubic hairs. It felt so odd that she was doing this in her room, twice that night for that matter. What was even odder was the deeds she did previously, having done nothing that extreme, or even remotely close before. The thrum and tickle of the vibrator brought her back to reality, toes curling as a shot of pleasure hit her body. Moving her hand back up to her nipple, she pinched hard, and thrust the vibrating shaft as deep as she could into her cunt.

It must have been seven seconds or so before the orgasm hit her. Ripping through her body, leaving her mouth open in a silent scream, she thrust it in and out, repeatedly, the walls of her vagina contracting around the pleasure wand, sending Jessica in a pleasure spiral. As she was being wracked with pleasure, a familiar dizzy feeling came over her, and the world started to blacken. She let out a cry of joy, realizing what was going to happen next.

Slowly vision came back to her. She was hovering in front of a large bed, covered with pink silk sheets. On the bed lay a girl, head buried under pillow and face down, creamy white ass showing. Little red hairs could almost be seen. The girl turned over, red hair plastered to her sleeping face. She was wearing a pink and black bustier, showing off ample cleavage.

Jessica felt a hard tug on her essence, pulling her towards the red head's extremely hairy bush. Within seconds, she collided, slipping into the sleeping girls body.

A jolt caused Jessica to lurch forward, waking from her sleep. She gasped for breath and tried looking around, vision slowly flowing back to her. Her eyes focused to see herself lying on top of a silk covered bed.

Closing her eyes again, she felt up her new body. Her hands swept down over her bustier, sighing as she couldn't reach her nipples. Her hands went down to her stomach, feeling a slight roundness, suggesting she had a hint of extra weight, but not enough to be unattractive. Jessica had to bite her lip and smile at this, her previous body having a mirror flat stomach.

Her hands ventured down further, and Jessica gasped at the feeling of the hairy bush her fingers crawled through. The immense amount suggested she had trimmed maybe once, but no more. It was possible not at all! This differed from the blonde's body, which was on the verge of getting a little long, and her own neatly trimmed pubes.

A little deeper down, her fingers brushed against the hood of her clit, and Jessica frowned to find it smaller than the blonde's. However, the frown soon changed into a gasp as her finger found the barbell pierced through the end. Puzzled, she soon realized that the blue pair of panties was crotch less again.

She opened her eyes and looked around, admiring the place. She heaved a sigh and realized she hadn't taken the bustier off yet. So fingers working quickly, they undid the laces propping her boobs up, and soon her breasts popped free. She let out an excited shriek when she saw her buds resting on the average breasts. The rings pierced through each teat were a sight she had never seen before. Sure, she thought about it once, and one of her friends almost got one pierced, but never did. Her hand slowly wormed its way down and begin tugging on the rings slightly, shivers coursing through her body. Just as she began to rub the other, she crossed her legs and moaned at the feeling of the barbell rubbing her clit.

It was about a minute or so later when a knock rang out, and a familiar face walked through the door. The 45 year old store owner smiled as Jessica tried to cover her nakedness. Shaking his head, he spoke...

"So, you just couldn’t help yourself again? That is fine. You have already proven yourself to be a willing, fuckable slut. You have, however, now condemned yourself to this life. No, no, not this body, but the life you are living. Changes here will happen to your real body, and you will forever be addicted to the experience you are going through.” The man said, shaking his head slowly. He continued. “That pair of panties you are wearing, no doubt you already caught a glimpse of what they can do. I see that they are crotch less, your choice is admirable. Now, there is a group of young ladies next door and I don’t want to keep them waiting.” The man said, turning for the door.

He turned, and in a flash, was standing over her nearly naked body. Grabbing her left nipple roughly and giving the ring a hard yank, he spoke.

“You better not fuck this up! I want every single one of those girls to be shrieking in orgasm by the time the night is over, do you understand me you little whore?!” He said, ramming a long finger into her moist pussy. Jessica gave out a shout and nodded vigorously, surprised by the fingers sudden entrance. The man took the wet finger out and stuck it in Jessica’s mouth, the taste of the red head’s pussy lingering on her tongue.

The man turned around, and walked towards the door, closing it behind her. Jessica felt as if a huge weight had rammed into her chest, realization dawning, and began to cry. After a few minutes of weeping, she dried her eyes and thought about what the man had said. Giving in, she picked herself up and went to a dresser that was in the room. Looking through, she found a black miniskirt, and slipped into it. Turning around and looking back onto the bed, she saw the bustier still lying there. Walking over to it, she picked it up and put it back on. Moving to a mirror, she saw herself standing there, and realized she probably looked like a slut. She knew that the thought was wrong, but the words in her head made her quiver with joy.

Turning the doorknob of the room, she opened the door and left, moving down a long corridor and descending down a flight of stairs. Walking to a large set of double doors, she saw a note taped to the handle. It read: “3 houses to the right.” Figuring that the party was there, she opened the door and left.

Walking across the wet yard barefoot shoved some sense into her. She wasn’t going to do anything, just sit there and be friendly, she’ll deal with the consequences later, she told herself repeatedly.

Three houses later, she knocked on the door. It opened and a tall black haired girl stood there, beverage in hand. Jessica watched as the girls eyes went up and down her body. The girl laughed to herself.

“Forgive me, I'm Ericka. You’re here for the party?” She asked. Jessica nodded. “Well then, you must be Jessica. The nice man a few houses over said you were coming. Come on in and meet the gals.” Ericka said, moving aside to let Jessica in. Jessica thanked her and walked in, the cool breeze of the dark sky leaving as the door was shut. She could hear a lot of noise coming from a room or so over. As she turned to look, she felt Ericka grab her hand and pull her towards the source of the noise. Five seconds later, she was staring at four other girls, Ericka and she not included.

Ericka started to point out people and say names, but Jessica wasn’t paying attention. Her mind was busy taking in the information her eyes were seeing. A big breasted blonde lay with her head on a brunette girl's lap, whom in turn was talking to a black haired girl with dyed purple streaks. Brown hair covered yet another girl's head, who was deep into a book.

The girl with purple streaks let out a loud sigh.

"It's about fucking time. Now we can relax without interruption." She said, unbuttoning the dress shirt she was wearing. A black lace bra now separated her pale skin from Jessica's hungry eyes.

A cheer of "About time!" and "Finally!'' filled the room. Jessica was shocked to see the lightly tanned brunette pull her tank-top off, light green bra becoming exposed. The blonde whose head was on the brunette's lap sat up, peeling off the tight shirt, large unbarred breasts jiggling to a happy stop, pert nipples pointing up in a slight diagonal angle. She tried to get a look of the girl in the chair, but stopped suddenly when Ericka told her to hold her cup, and looked to see hard nipples pressed tight against white fabric of Ericka's bra.

Jessica felt a body press up behind her, the tips of bare nipples rubbing against the back of her neck. She turned quickly, brown hair filling her vision as a tongue parted her lips. Her tongue moved to meet the invader, rolling over the pink muscle. The sound of a book hitting the floor rang out. They stood there, swapping spit and loving each other's tongue for minutes, and then a cheer rose and claps began.

Jessica pulled herself away, wiping a line of drool that managed to make its way down her chin. Looking around now, she realized that others were doing the same, the blonde making out with the purple streaks, Ericka doing the same to the brunette that didn't have her hand on the small of Jessica's back and lips on neck.

Jessica, feeling invigorated, turned back to the brunette, licking her way up her neck and across her moist lips. Jessica's tongue slid past the pink lips, crawling across the brunette's tongue. Jessica felt a hand against the back of her head, bringing her body closer. Jessica pressed her body hard against the brunette's topless form, enjoying the feel of the kiss and passion.

Pulling away once more, she quickly undid her bustier and pulled it off, her pierced breasts showing. She heard a gasp escape the brunette's lips and was pulled together again, her tongue grinding against the other. A hand found its way down to her bottom, a Jessica moaned lightly as her cheek was squeezed and slapped.

By then, all the other girls were topless as well; engrossed in the girl they were kissing. After five minutes or so, Jessica finally stopped, and shortly after the other girls followed suit.

''So, what do you girls wanna do now?" Ericka asked, fingers rubbing her tits as she spoke. Jessica looked around, realizing that she wasn't the only one who was mimicking Ericka's hand. Twisting nipples and flicking her rings, Jessica cried out with revelation.

"Well... Why don't we just do this, and well, some 'other things' as well?" Jessica said, reaching out and grabbing the brunette's breast with a hand. In response, a unanimous, lusty "I agree!" was shouted.

The brunette with Jessica's hand on her breast returned the favor, rubbing her own hand over Jessica's pierced nipple. Caught in the moment, Jessica squeezed the breast and kissed the lips of her current lover, only vaguely aware of her surroundings.

What she did notice, however, was that a few girls had gotten completely naked, and that the rest were following. Moving a hand to her skirt, she yanked it down, having it fall to her ankles, blue panties outlining her pussy lips and accentuating the large, hairy bush that lay covered beneath fabric.

The black and purple haired girl had moved her head to the blonde's robust breasts, taking a nipple in her mouth and sucking greedily. The blonde's mouth hung open, eyes shut. Her hand was beneath her, rubbing the trimmed pussy of her lover.

Ericka sat atop the other brunette's chest, rubbing the nipples she sat against into her pussy. Her second hand was fumbling blindly with the brunette's clit.

The brown-haired beauty that had her tongue around Jessica's slowly withdrew it, bringing it to the pierced nipple below. A tongue swirling around her sensitive nipple, her head swung back as the ring was grasped in the brunette's teeth and tugged lightly. Jessica managed to drop her hand to the brunette's pussy, slowly dragging her fingers around the sensitive lips of the warming cunt. Her middle finger lingered on the hood of the brunette’s clit, which now was being rubbed repeatedly by Jessica’s smooth fingers.

The blonde began to slide her fingers in and out of the black haired girl’s wet pussy, bringing her fingers up every now and then to her own and the black haired girl’s lips. The girl whose own pussy juices were being trailed across her lips returned the favor, biting softly on the nipples of the blonde, moving her tongue around the sensitive buds.

Ericka slid forward on the brunette’s chest, sitting now on her face. The brunettes tongue moved in and out of Ericka’s pussy, lapping up the pussy juices flowing onto her face. Ericka sang to herself, rubbing her nipples as her pussy was being eaten.

Jessica lowered her head so she was eye level with the brunette’s hungry pussy. Gently moving forward, she brought her mouth to the slit, sliding her tongue in and sucking lightly, the taste of the excretions from the pussy was ecstasy. Jessica licked her tongue up the entire slit, darted it in, and then sucked on her clit. She repeated this rhythm for a while before burying her head completely in the brunette's crotch.

The blonde whispered something to the dark haired girl and giggled. With a shift and small struggle, they were where they wanted to be, licking each others drenched slits. To put this more aptly, they were in the 69 position.

The feast of pussy lasted 10 minutes, leaving girls with orgasms. Afterward, they sat on the floor of the room, panting and soaked.

“What, now?” Asked the brunette who lay on Jessica’s soft stomach.

“I don’t know.” Responded the black haired girl.

“I do…” said Ericka, eyes fixed intently on Jessica’s enormous red haired bush. Jessica followed her gaze, and returned it, checking out all the others. The blonde’s pubic region was virtually hairless, save for slight stubble that was coming in. The black haired girl’s dark pubes were grouped small, but thick. The brunette who was with Ericka had a little hair, as if it were trimmed awhile ago. The brunette who had found Jessica’s mouth had a fairly small, brown haired bush, the curls making neat little rings. Ericka, who Jessica looked at last, was a shocker. Her black pubes were long, dark and her mound thick and completely covered.

Jessica compared her own to Ericka’s, and thought her red hair won. The outer lips of her pussy were flecked with red hair, ending a bit before her anus. Beckoning to Ericka, she crawled over to her and ran her hands through the thick mound of pubic hair that guarded her cunt. Pulling lightly on the black hairs, she moved her nose down and inhaled the musky scent of Ericka’s pussy. Feeling a hand brush against her ass, she turned her head and saw the blonde biting her lip, smiling. Then Jessica shuddered as the blonde’s finger slid into her pussy and brushed her outer lips.

Jessica licked up between Ericka’s legs, down and around her anus, then back up her slit into her mound, wetting the thick hair with her spit and Ericka's juices. Feeling a slight tug on her own bushy mound, she felt a hand rub and press into it, every now and then sliding a few fingers into Jessica’s pussy to get them wet, and began again on the thick red hair.

The two brunettes were at it with each other now, rubbing the trimmed mound of one, while the other nuzzled against hair. They continued, one at a time, licking the pussy, then clit, then pulling on the pubic hairs.

Jessica’s teeth pulled lightly on the black curls, but let out a gasp as she felt a finger slide its way into her tight little pink anus. Jessica, lost in a sea of happiness, lay against Ericka’s hairy pussy, lapping up as much juice as possible and breathing in the heavy scents.

It was about five minutes later when Jessica orgasmed.

She was busy with Ericka’s tight ass, licking and rubbing her fingers gently around the light brown ring of Ericka’s anus, every now and then sliding a finger in, when she felt a hard, round object press to her ass cheek.

She turned to look, and gasped at the sight of purple thing that was standing out of the blonde’s pussy. The strap-on dildo was at least twelve inches long and no less than three inches wide.

Positioning her mouth against Ericka's ass crack, she breathed heavily against the ass hole, waiting for what she knew was about to come.

She felt a cool liquid slide it's way down the crack of her ass, and a finger rubbing in and against the rim of her anus. With a lubricated squish, she felt her ass hole stretch wide as the thick dildo slid it's way into her bottom.

The force from the thrust sent Jessica forward, mouth buring itself against Ericka's anus. She licked a wet circle around the hole, then slowly pressed her tounge against it.

The sound of a moan escaped Ericka's lips as the tongue squirmed it's way around her ass. Lifting a leg, she brought it over Jessica's head, and managed to flip herself onto her back, positioning Jessica's face against her black muff.

The blonde pinched her nipples hard, letting a tingle travel through her body. She peered over to the brunettes, who happened to be thrusting against each other, double sided dildo between both their legs.

Jessica, face against Ericka's jungle of a bush, inhaled deeply through the wild black hairs, chin rubbing Ericka's clit. With a small push, then a mighty shove, the object lodged in her ass slid forward, now half burried. Another thrust, deeper. Yet again, the purple giant slid it's way deeper and deeper, each thrust burrying Jessica's face in Ericka's pussy.

Three thrust later, Jessica gasped as the base of the dildo, along with the hips of the blonde made contact with Jessica's butt cheeks.

Moaning, pleasure started to well up. Pulling her self away from Ericka's pussy, Jessica's body rocked with each long thrust. It was a mighty thrust that sent her sprawling onto Ericka's chest, face brushing against breast.

*Slap!* *Slap!* *Slap!* went the base of the dildo against Jessica's ass, and in a moment of numb, Jessica orgasmed.

Pleasure flooded through her as the dildo kept pounding. A moan, then she opened and closed her mouth wordlessly. A shudder sprang through her body, ending in her vagina. An explosive spray of pussy juices erupted out of her pussy, coating the lower belly and black pubes of Ericka's body in a sweet flood.

The dildo slowly pulled out of Jessica's ass, the large bulbous head widening its way out, causing a small spurt of vaginal juices to leak out of Jessica. The blonde backed away, purple dildo standing erect as always. She nudged Jessica's legs apart, feeling the wet mess of juices dripping out of her lips.

She had a full view of both Ericka's and Jessica's pussies, and she took advantage of it. Moving to her knees, she rubbed the dildo against Ericka's wet bush, coating the bulbous, purple tip. She pulled her hips back, and slid forward, wet dildo sliding it's way into Ericka's cunt. Pulling out, she then thrust into Jessica's wet pussy, sliding in with ease. She thrust in hard, slamming Jessica forward a little. The top four inches of the shaft gleamed with juice. Pulling out, a drop dripped off the large, purple head, and she thrust back in, widening Ericka's cunt once again. She kept switching between the two hot slits, and soon, both were oozing.

The two brunettes lay holding each other, lying on their sides and breathing heavily. From Jessica's point of view their cunts were connected by a band of translucent-green jelly. The insides of both their legs were wet with each other's cum.

A thrust that sent her slamming forward brought her back. The glistening purple monster was now base deep into Ericka's cunt. Jessica, who lay ontop of Ericka, slid her tongue into Ericka's mouth, rolling their tounges together passionatly. Ericka began moaning, and Jessica felt her body go rigid. Jessica heard a squishy thrust, and Ericka howled. A hot liquid splashed against Jessica's crotch, wetting her red pubic hairs and sliming down her legs. The squishing noise continued, and Jessica gasped as another hot, forceful blast splashed against her pussy.

Jessica closed her eyes, grinding her cunt against Ericka's. The feeling of her pussy lips widening brought Jessica's eyes flying open, her wet walls letting the already soaked dildo slide in with ease. With four quick, slimy thrusts, Jessica came.

After the spurting liquid had died down from Jessica's clentching pussy, the blonde pulled the purple dildo out, running her her hands over the cum soaked shaft that protruded from her pelvic area.

The blonde pulled off the straps that held the purple monster in place, grabbing the shaft in her hands. Bringing it up to her lips, she wrapped her tounge around the wet head, licking up both of the girl's juices. She ran her lips up and down the side of the shaft, the sensuous liquid flooding her senses. Her pussy was wet just from the previous actions.

Jessica rolled off of Ericka, getting up and collapsing in a chair. Her pussy was stretched open wide, juices casually leaking onto the chair cushion. Her crotch less panties had started to absorb some of Ericka's secreations, along with her own. She looked at the blonde, who was now over with the brunettes, creating a sexy threesome.

The two brunettes were still connected by the dildo, but the blonde now joined them, toying with herself. She was running the purple dildo over her nipples, and then trying to sit on something. Jessica looked harder, and as the blonde adjusted herself, she could see a red butt plug, at least five inches round.

She watched, transfixed as the small tip of the red toy poked the blonde's light brown asshole. As the brownish ring stretched wide to accomdate the growing shaft, Jessica saw the blonde's anus fully engulf the plug, base now covering her asshole.

The blonde began clentching her teeth, purple dildo now working its way in and out of her hungry cunt. A few thrusts later, the blonde pulled the dildo out, clentched her butt cheeks, and arched her back, lying down. A liquidy explosion sprang forth, spraying into the air and onto her stomach, coating herself in her own juices.

Wiping her own mess onto her hands, she moved over to the two brunnetes, placing wet hands on each of their nipples. Rubbing them lightly, she brought her wet hands to the double dildo pressed into both of the dark haired girls' cavernous cunts. Her hands massaged the swollen clits of the two girls, causing a double orgasm to occur.

Jessica, leaking greatly, didn't even realize her hands were pounding her pussy. She heard a noise, and saw that Ericka stood up.

"Girls, I see you all have enjoyed yourselves. This party will be over shortly, but first, I would like to give Jessica one last gift." Ericka said, turning around and reaching into a box. She pulled out an object and turned.

In her hands, was a large cock.

Jessica shook her head and looked again. No, it wasn't a cock. It was the most realistic dildo she had ever seen. The shaft was a skin-peach color, the head a darker, almost purple-ish shade. Fake veins, bluish, ran down the thick shaft, ending at a pair of giant balls, equipped with fake pubic hairs.

The dildo was limp, the fake testicles swaying lightly as they hung over the side of her hand. Standing up, she walked over and got a closer look.

The small slit at the head of the cock was open, and if it were attached to a body, Jessica would have sworn it was capable of shooting spunk everywhere. She reached out and touched it, hand brushing across the large, swollen balls and up the shaft. Puzzled, she touched it again.

"It feels so real!" She exclaimed, turning it over in her hands. The weight felt right, for a cock which would be that size, and the texture, the way the material moved when she touched it. It was almost life-like.

"It is yours, as soon as you fuck it and with it. The man next door told us to give it to you." Ericka said, rubbing the purple-ish head with her hands.

"He also said that you don't need anything special to use it, it just kind of stays there." Ericka added, grabbing the dildo from Jessica.

"Shall we begin?" Ericka asked, holding the floppy dildo in her hand. It drooped over flacid, balls dangling. She turned it over in her hands, holding like a cock would hang normally. Bringing it down between her legs, she rubbed it against her pussy, and brought it up a little, so it was positioned at the lower end of her thick black haired bush, right against her clit. Her pubes and that of the dildo meshed together, making it look like Ericka had a massive cock of her own.

Slowly, she pulled her hands away, and sighed as the dildo stayed in place, cock hanging down at her mid-thigh, swollen balls dangling in front of her pussy.

"Oh my god! It feels... It's like I... It feels like I have a cock of my own!!" Ericka cried out, touching the limp cock at it's base.

"I'm feeling me touch it! Jessica, do something to it!" Ericka commanded, a hand rubbing the (or should we say 'her') large balls.

Jessica reached over, grabbing the cock firmly with her hand and gave a stroke. Ericka gasped.

"I felt that!" she cried, rubbing the cock enthusiasticly.

"Jessica, you have to fuck me." Ericka said, moving towards Jessica. Jessica nodded, getting to her knees. The cock bumped against Jessica's face as Ericka positioned herself over her.

Jessica's hands grabbed the shaft of the cock, rubbing it lightly. Stunned, Jessica felt a pulse flow through it, as if it were starting to harden. Her lips opened and moved around the large head of the cock, sucking lightly on the mostly flacid member. Her hand found it's way to the gigantic balls that hung infront of Ericka's pussy, working the swollen testicles between her fingers. With a stunning shock, the dildo grew harder in her mouth, Ericka breathing heavier. Soon, Ericka was thrusting, the long cock gliding into her mouth with ease.

A little later, Ericka stopped.

"I wanna feel what the inside of a pussy feels like." Ericka said, petting the mostly erect cock that stood out of her. Jessica nodded, and spoke her response.

"I want some dick..." She said casually, standing up. She pushed Ericka, sending her falling onto a chair. Jessica moved over, and positioned herself onto Ericka's lap, having the massive cock's head buried in her red pubes.

"Ready lovely?" Jessica asked, stroking the cock of the girl she was sitting on.

"Stop fucking around!" Ericka said, trying to move her large penis into Jessica's hot cunt. Jessica sat up slightly, grabbing the cock with both her hands and placing the head at the mouth of her moist pussy.

Slowly she lowered herself, the cock sliding further and further in. Finally it came to a halt, Ericka's balls at the beginning of Jessica's vagina. A pair of hands forcefully grabbed Jessica's breasts, pulling her close. Ericka's grip was vice-like.

Looking down at herself, the curved cock inside her made a tingle of pleasure shift through her body, making her pussy a little wetter. Ericka began to thrust into Jessica's cunt, the large cock pushing her up as it steadily worked it's way in her.

Ericka was moaning heavily now, as was Jessica. The feeling of the cock curving into her, the large head being squeezed between her wet walls was unbarrible.

"Oh GOD! I'm cumming!" Ericka shouted, thrusting harder and harder into Jessica. At these words, Jessica came, her juices spraying out of her engorged pussy. The fluids slid down Ericka's thrusting shaft, onto her curly black pubic hairs. Then, in a moment of ecstasy, Ericka came, shooting her load deep inside Jessica. The spray back was intense, covering both of them with semen. Ericka's balls were contracting, sending wave after wave into Jessica. Shortly after, she stopped.

Ericka's cock slid out from Jessica's cunt smoothly, cum and juices dripping onto herself. Jessica took the cock in her mouth, sucking off the mess that covered Ericka's shaft. Another healthy shot of cum sprang out, smothering the roof of Jessica's mouth. She swallowed the salty liquid, and stood up.

"That, was amazing!" Ericka said, resting back on the chair. She grabbed her cock at the base and tugged. After a bit of twisting and pulling, it popped off, a line of cum hanging from the tip. Ericka took it in her hands, and licked up the shaft, tasting the cum that had come out of her. Sighing, she handed it over to Jessica, liquid leaking from her own pussy.

Jessica's hands shook as she grabbed the cock, feeling its weight once again. Mimicing Ericka's gesture, she placed the cock to the lower end of her bush, and held it there for a second. A sucking feeling wound its way through her, ending in her tits. Letting go of the cock, she looked down.

There it hung, lifeless and waiting. To Jessica's shock, the little black hairs on the sack were gone, now being flecked with red ones. Jessica felt blood move forth, filling something. She looked down and realized her cock was throbbing. Placing a hand against the hanging shaft, she could feel the blood rushing through her veins. She walked over to Ericka and grabbed her hands, pulling her up.

"Get on your hands and knees." She said, hand rubbing her swollen balls. She brushed her inner lips, and realized that she could still orgasm with her pussy. This brought thoughts to her head, but she shook them away as she looked down at Ericka's bent over form.

Her cock kept throbbing, growing harder by the second. Kneeling down, she placed her hand on Ericka's butt, spreading her cheeks apart. With her left hand, she made a light circle on the brown ring of Ericka's anus, licking her fingers to wet the hole.

Sliding a finger in, she felt Ericka's muscles contract around her finger. She imagined that's what it felt like, except on a much more pleasursable scale.

Extracting her finger, she pressed the head of her cock to the entrance of the hole, steadily increaseing the pressure being applied. With a sudden push, Jessica's cock slid it's way into Ericka's ass.

She thrust quickly, pumping at a steady speed. The sound of her balls slapping against Ericka's ass the only sound. The tight feeling was amazing, Jessica's cock feeling full. With a few more thrusts, the slit of the cock opened, spraying forth a load of cum into Ericka's asshole. She was hit with three waves of pleasure, each one darkening the world.

On the final spurt, she passed out, cum dripping onto her legs.

Jessica's eyes fluttered open, looking up at her ceiling. She was breathing heavily, strangely relaxed. A cool breeze blew in from her window, making her body cold and nipples stand. A warmth was covering her legs, and her body was sore. Looking down, she saw her cunt leaking, Ericka's sperm starting to harden around her pussy lips. A warmer mess of liquid was spread across her inner thighs, and sighing, Jessica realized it was also over her now hairy bush.

A glimpse of a flashback, her standing over a bent over girl, rubbing her throbbing cock.

Jessica gasped and felt between her legs. Her hand traced all of her bush but no cock to be felt. However, when her fingers brushed her clit, they ran across a big old set of balls. Jessica screamed, and pulled hard on the balls. They slid out, followed by a long, life-like cock that was buried in her pussy. She sighed in relief, collapsing back down onto her bed, toying with her new body.

Continued...

The Linen Room

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Ring.... ring.... Ring....
"Hello""

"High Tom. This is Jeff
"High Jeff, What's up?"
"Actually that's why I called you. I started a new job last month."
"Good for you. Where do you work?"
"I work at Pardee's Nursing Home. I take care of all the linen."
"That's cool do you like it?"
"It's a lot of fun. What is really great is this woman that I met there."
"So, not only did you get a new job but you also got a new girlfriend. You lucky guy."
"It's not like that at all. You see that it all happened the second night that I started:
It was my second night on t

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he job and ( just got finished bringing down the last of the dirty linen for the 12
O'clock runs. I was in the linen room setting up the carts for the next night when this woman said hi and
Startled me.

"Hello, my name is Samantha. I see you're new around here what's your name?"
"My name is Jeff. I just started the other night.
How do you like it so far?
"It's OK. Just very boring.
I know I used to do this job about two years ago. Would you join me in a cup of coffee?
Sure, I have plenty of time to finish this later.
We talked for almost an hour before I decided that I had to get back to work. We said our good - byes and
Samantha left.

The following night around the same time Samantha came back again. This time she brought coffee with

her. She asked me if the job was getting any less boring and I told her NO. She then told me she had a

way of making it a lot less boring.
She turned on my radio and started to do a strip tease. She first removed her blouse and bra. Then continued dancing
and eventually removed her skirt. There she was just dancing in her underpants and me with an erection that would
choke a horse. Samantha then beckons me over to her. We are both dancing and she starts to unbutton my shirt. My
shirt hits the floor and she starts to pinch my nipples lightly. Then she proceeded to remove my pants. After we are

both completely naked we made a comfortable spot on the floor with some blankets. She had me lie down first.

Then she laid down on top of me and started to kiss every inch of my body. She started at my forehead and

continued right down to my toes.

Let me tell you by this time I was so horny I thought I was going to cum right there on the spot, but she had other plants. She touched a spot on my inner thigh that made the feeling of cumming go away. She then started to lick her way back up to my groin. When she got there she very gently and lovingly took one testicle in her mouth, licked it

sucked it, and then did the same things to the other one. By now that feeling of cumming was starting to return.
Samantha must have sensed it because she touched that spot on my inner thigh again and the feeling went away. She
then proceeded to lick all the way up to the head of my cock. When she got there, she inhaled it all the way down to

the base. She licked my cock like no other woman has ever done. The noises, the sucking, and the licking had me

close to cumming again. This time she let me cum and cum I did right down her throat. I couldn't believe it, she

swallowed every last drop.

After she was done with my cock, she moved up so that her cunt was right over my mouth. Needless to say, I was only too happy to return the favor. I started to lick and suck her outer lips. After they opened on their own, I moved to her inner lips and again licked and sucked them until she was moaning like crazy. That was when I started to lick, suck, and nipple on her clit. She started to buck and whimper, but I kept going. I then started to knead her ass cheeks

with my hands. I even slipped one of my fingers up her ass. Let me tell you when I did that she came so hard I

thought I was going to drown. By this tie I was hard again. Samantha also noticed this and proceeded to sit on my cock. She started out moving up and down really slow, then she started to move so fast and hard I thought she was going to rip my cock off As we approached another orgasm, she let out a yell I thought could be heard on the eighth

floor. Thank god no one heard a thing.

After we both came and relaxed, we both got dressed and she helped me finish my work, gave me a kiss and left.

That was the last time I saw her. If I don't see her tonight, I'm going to ask my boss what happened to her.

Well Tom, I have to go for now I'll call you and let you know what's going on.

OK, Jeff talk to you later bye

See ya

That night at work again Samantha again did not return.

This is crazy I thought Samantha and I had a good thing going, why wouldn't she come back.
It's now 6:50am and my boss has just arrived.
George can I ask you a question?
Sure Jeff what's up?
For a couple of weeks now a woman named Samantha has been coming down here and helping me with the linen,
but for the last week I have not seen her or even heard from her. Does she still work here?
Jeff, the last Samantha we had working here died about two years ago. She even had your position.
There must be a mistake. This girl was far from dead.
Come with me.
We went to the personnel office where he had copies of all of the id badges.
Is this her?
Yes that's her. So, her last name is Johnson.
I don't know what you are talking about she has been dead for two years....

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The Goddesses of Sex - Intro

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Intro — the goddesses of sex

My accounts begin at the mailbox, believe it or not. The stories may

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seem incredible but I swear they are true.

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

“Hey cutie, what are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What? I don’t even know you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How do you know my name?”

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

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

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

“Who … where do you come from?”

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

“Melinda what?”

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

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

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

Face … hot. “Ashley Anus?”

“Yep.”

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

“Seth is nice!” Melinda shouted.

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

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

This was insane.

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

“To have sex?”

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

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

“Here we are,” Melinda said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A dream, huh?”

“Yeah … has to be.”

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm-hmm,” Melinda said. “Seth.”

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

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

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

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

“C-clone?”

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

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

“And you’re … what do you do again?”

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

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

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

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

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

Melinda Mouth.

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

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

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

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

I gulped hard. “Okay.”

The Goddesses of Sex - part 2: Ashley

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uge, gaping mouth slid off my penis with another smack and the penis wobbled in the air, vertical and two feet long … I barely noticed, I just lay there, feeling the ooze drip down. I was spent. She had said she would suck me dry and she had, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

With her fingers she pinched my penis head, then pushed down and it followed, she was shrinking the whole thing back to its normal size. It seemed I had almost passed out a few times but I watched her as if from a distance: she was still naked, with long, platinum blond hair, pointed shoulders, a thin stomach, gorgeous boobs, and wide hips around her tight ass.

Now Melinda sat on the side of the bed, leaned over — spreading her ass crack — and came back up with her clothes: sweater, bra, shorts and panties. Quickly she began putting them back on, first the bra, which she carefully framed around her breasts, then her sweater.

Naked now from the waist down, Melinda stood and slipped one long, bare leg into her panties.

This was it? Had my experience with her ended this soon?

As she’d said — I’d lost my virginity to a goddess. And what a goddess. I had sucked her vagina and pleasured her, then she’d surpassed that infinitely by taking my entire cock into her mouth, sucking all of my cum, then refilling my vigor and taking even more cum into her face, all over her mouth, cheeks, lips and hair … then she’d sucked me even more and expanded my penis to 20 times its normal length …

“Melinda …” She looked down when I gasped out, “That was incredible.”

“Oh, I know.” She lifted up one long leg and put it in her shorts. “I told you, didn’t I?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“But I’m only … the beginning.” Melinda was dressed, and she looked at me quizzically. “Come on, put your clothes on. Time to go.” Her eyes narrowed and she smiled. “Time for the next one.”

“Next one …”

“Yes, choose another goddess of sex. Some of us aren’t here but there are enough to make a great selection.”

I managed to sit up. My penis hung limp and her eyes flickered down to it, eyeing me hungrily. “Do I just go out there naked?”

“No. Get dressed. Whoever you choose will like to undress you.”

I looked down at the floor, where my clothes were sprawled everywhere. I had a thought. “Get me dressed, Melinda. Come on. Magically … or however you do that.”

She cocked her head, then smiled. “Fine. Watch this.” She threw her arms toward me —

Instantly I was wearing socks, shoes, shorts, t-shirt.

Melinda stood, her gorgeous body back in disguise, then took me by the hand and pulled me up. “Come on. Much more to do. Ohhhh, so much.”

I almost laughed. “I’m too tired … unless you kiss me again I can’t …”

“I’m not going to send you back out there empty.” She turned and her arms went around my neck, her head pressed close and her large, wet mouth encased mine, and she kissed, sucked, wet lips sliding over mine, then her tongue pushing past my mouth and licking my tongue …

My god. The energy was coming back. I wanted her … BAD. I grabbed her shoulders, pushed her away — “Oh … oh please, Melinda … can we do it all over again?”

“Ahhh, Seth.”

“Please? Blow me wider this time … shove me down inside you. I want you to take me whole again.”

“Seth, Seth.” She smiled, tolerantly. “Oh yes, I’ll take you, every inch of you, and suck every fluid ounce of your cum. I’ll suck on your asshole if you want me to. Mmm, that’s one thing we haven’t done.”

God, she was turning me on.

“But you could use a little variety.” She pointed to the bedroom door. “Out there are at least four more goddesses who are waiting patiently for the chance to do you, in each of their own, special, wayyssss.” She drew the last word out and leaned close, her unnaturally-large mouth shut this time, tongue fully inside. “It’s not fair for me to hog you.”

I thought of something even while I felt my penis harden just from her being there. “Aren’t you tired too?”

“I never get tired of this … I’m a goddess of sex.” She opened the door. “Let me re-introduce you to my girlfriends.”

I followed her into the foyer — reception area — whatever. The couches were still there and a TV was on, playing a football game. Three girls looked up from the couch and each grinned. I had met them earlier: Ashley, Leslie and Courtney.

“Hey, handsome,” Leslie said. She was the only one I couldn’t get over — she looked 12 or 14 years old, petite, with tight breasts under a thin tank top, and she was way underage. I wasn’t a pedophile! Yet I was irresistibly drawn to her.

Then as I approached I saw the girl beside her — Ashley, and she had called herself Ashley Anus. A grin filled her long, narrow face: she was a knockout, with dark brown skin, long and straight black hair, an angular face with bright eyes … and she wore a tight black bra top over large breasts, and impossibly tight jeans over shapely legs, with the thin band of a purple thong sticking out around her waist.

I stopped in front of her. Melinda was behind me.

Ashley’s eyes drove up into mine. “You ready for me?” she asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Oooooohh.” She stood up and strutted for a second, hips weaving, and for a second I saw her from behind. “Take me for a ride.” A huge ass, not fat but gorgeous, framed by impossibly wide hips.

“Ashley … Anus,” I gasped out. “You do anal … intercourse?”

She moved around me, dragged me by the hand, toward another door in the wall. “Come on. Now.”

Leslie put on a pouting frown. “Seth, take me instead! I can do anal if you want me to.”

My heart lurched.

“You can have her later.” Ashley pulled harder. “Come on.” I finally let go and followed her, but she didn’t release my hand. There was her ass, from behind, encased in her jeans. Her buttocks shifted from side to side as she walked, a constant rhythm, mesmerizing.

She opened the door, another room. Darker colors, dark wood and browns, thick brown carpet, a smaller bed than the one in Melinda’s room, and now with a black quilt … the door closed by itself and Ashley led me to the bed, padding on the carpet with bare feet. Then stopped in front of the bed and stood in front of me, her voluptuous face suddenly carried a thin-eyed, open-lipped, nasty expression … slut. She gyrated, sideways, then back and forth, sticking her chest nearer my face, then stepped back, her arms came up and crossed and her fingers grabbed her bra, she pulled it up over her head … her breasts were there, large and brown, almost dangling but firm, light brownish-red nipples erect.

I went for her, she giggled and dodged, jumped out of the way and landed on the bed, turned and wriggled sensuously, with her ass pointing right out at me, humongous and round — I reached up, both hands, and my fingers clenched around her buttocks, soft, soft but firm somehow, but blocked by her jeans …

Ashley faced me, breasts jiggling, and she gyrated, dancing, writhing … she unbuckled her belt and slid it off, whipped it in the air and then dropped it, and I fingered my penis from outside my shorts as Ashley stripped — pulled her jeans down, revealing her thong, almost all of it, totally bare skin except for the rubber-band-thick string around her waist connecting to the purple pouch between her legs … now she bent over, breasts dangling over her stomach and nipples sticking straight down … I watched … she slipped out of the jeans, one foot and then the other, and let them drop away, then she wriggled her body, pranced across, rotated and I saw her ass.

Oh my god. Dazzling, perfect flesh, round, soft but somehow firm, big and brown and luscious … her thong strap dug deep into her wide crack and for all I could tell all she was wearing was a purple rubber band. Huge buttocks, intoxicating, sensuous.

Her head turned around, eyes gleaming, and she wriggled her ass at me, at eye level.

That was it. I let go of myself, quit watching and just came at her — she turned over and flopped down on the bed, giggling, my face pressed to her breasts and I caressed her, she breathed hard, muttering, “Yes, oh yes, mmm … oh Seth, mmm … suck me, feel me, kiss me. Oh kiss me … kiss me, lick me …”

My tongue slid across the flesh of her breast, pressed hard in and I licked — the thrill — my mouth closed around one nipple and I sucked for a moment, her hand was on my neck and was pushing me up, away from her breast … I let go of her boob and let her push my head up, toward hers, and her eyes were closed and her chin was at my nose … I moved up and found her lips with mine and we fastened together.

“Mmm …” Her face twisted as she dug in. No tongue, like Melinda … and now Melinda, who had expanded my penis to 20 feet and then swallowed it all … Melinda seemed like a distant, pleasant memory as I kissed, sucked, licked Ashley’s much smaller lips, her head kept moving as she pressed in. “Mmm …” Kiss. “Mmm.” Kiss, back and away, and now longer, lips almost parted open …  “Mmmmmmmmmmm.”

I managed to pull away from her long enough, moved back down to her breasts and now realized I was still fully clothed — I sat up, with her lying down almost under me, completely naked except for the thong — and I untied my shoes fast and yanked them off, then peeled off my socks, then pulled off my shirt and threw it away, then came back down with my face pressed between her boobs — I felt the flesh against my ears, heard her breathing deep within. “Ahhhh … oh, Ashley … oh, Ashley.”

Her slender hand took mine and she moved it down to her thong strap. My fingers went under it and I went down there, my other hand sliding across her long, slender stomach and then to her wide left hip … I pulled at the strap, pulling up. “Turn over, Ashley …”

She rolled over, then brought herself onto her knees … her ass protruded up at me, unreal, huge and sensuous, then she writhed her hips and shifted her buttocks and I could hardly watch without almost cumming in my pants …

On my knees, I undid my belt, pulled it out, then yanked down my shorts and scrambled to my feet, towering over her thong-wearing ass and long back with ebony hair dangling across it … I pulled my shorts off all the way and then grabbed at my underwear, it dug into my skin, and almost tore — I got out of it and collapsed next to her, on my knees, mouth lowered to her ass and settled on the right buttock, soft skin, I licked her, then sucked, sliding my mouth across, my nose stuck into her crack and my tongue stuck between her cheeks, touching her thong strap that would be right over her asshole but I couldn’t see it … eyes closed. My hands reached up past her waist and grabbed both her breasts.

“Ooooohhhh … Seth, you’re incredible …”

“Damn … you’re incredible.”

A slight hissing near my face and my eyes went open. It came from her ass, a puff of air, she farted?! but then I smelled it: a perfume, almost too sweet, filling my nostrils and surrounding me, stinging … intoxicating.

I wanted to suck her ass. I drew my left hand away from her breast and grabbed her thong strap around her left hip, then pulled, it was thin enough, finally it snapped and I kept pulling, yanking off her thong although it dug into her ass crack.

“Ohhh, oh yes, Seth, strip me, take it off. Suck me, Seth. Suck my ass … suck my asshole. Drink me.”

The thong was gone; I tossed it away, then moved back on my knees, letting go of her other boob, then spread her cheeks aside. A huge asshole, narrowing and then widening, pulsating with her breathing, in and out.

Hissssss — something brown, a fluid, leaked from the hole. I stared, not fathoming, unsure … oh, shit! No … it was too viscous for that, shiny, almost like chocolate!

“Drink me!” Ashley shrieked.

This can’t be real. My head went down, pressed into her crack, then buried almost to the corners of my mouth and I stuck out my tongue, felt her asshole and she flinched, cried out — “OOHHHH, YESSSS!” and I tasted it: chocolate, like syrup. I licked her and she moaned, body writhing, I squeezed her cheeks as I sucked in the syrup, swallowed it, it tasted delicious, I sucked more, licking her asshole and more chocolate hissed out, dribbling down my chin, like melted ice cream … her sensuous voice was breathing, “Oh yesss, oh yes, Seth, eat me, lick me … my god, lick my ass. Lick me in the ass …”

My penis was hard and ready but I ignored her for now … eating her chocolate syrup … I can’t believe this.

“Taste me Seth …” I stuck my tongue in her ass, now, further … my nose pressed into her crack and I couldn’t go more or I would suffocate, even now I could barely see. “OOOOOOHHH!”

Her body jerked, and wriggled, my face stayed in her ass crack and I pushed my tongue in more, felt her ass widen and something pushed at my tongue, I tasted more chocolate. WILD … I pulled back, her cheeks slapped together without my face there, and then they spread apart by themselves as I stared at her asshole. A brown lump was coming out … a bar of chocolate?!

“Oooooohhhh,” Ashley moaned. Another hiss from her asshole and another perfume filled the air, a sweet, chocolate smell … “Have dessert, Seth. Eat it.”

I went back, nose pressed into her asscrack and my mouth took the chocolate, bit off part of it and chewed, my fingers slid over her cheeks, now wet with chocolate … her whole ass was wet with chocolate, lubricated, I kept eating, biting off more, swallowing the chocolate down. “Fuck me,” Ashley whispered. “Eat me, eat me, now fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me …”

Pffffttt. More perfume, penetrating my nose and then my skull … fuck her! “Oooohh — ” I could barely speak, my mouth was full — “damn!”

My head slid out but her arms came back, fingers spread her cheeks apart and her head had turned around, almost all the way and her narrow eyes stared at me, mouth agape and drool slid out … “FUCK ME, SETH!”

Her hand grabbed around my penis and pulled, I almost lost my load. Ashley pulled it toward her ass. Another puff of air, more perfume, and then another piece of chocolate — it almost dropped out but I caught it in my lips and chewed, soft and warm …

Then I slid myself up, on my knees, my penis protruding and aimed, she let go and her elbows were pressed into the bed pillows, her breasts visible from underneath her ass … finally, now … I pushed my penis forward, it slid over her right cheek then glided over the wet skin, pressed into her crack, more, more, MORE!

“OOOOOHHHH, FUCK ME!”

The tip touched her asshole and something jolted through me. She moaned and writhed her upper body, head weaving, then face turned completely around to watch me … I pushed in, the hole slid around my head and I buried it, deeper, deeper, my body shuddering, I kept going until I was completely in.

“Oooooooooooo …” Her body tensed, then shook with pleasure. I drew my penis out, almost all the way, smooth and wet inside, then pushed in, Ashley howled with delight as she sank to the bed, pelvis pressing closer and now her asshole tightening around my penis … I pulled out, pushed in, rhythm, the feeling, the thrill — damn!

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me deep!” Ashley’s head drew up, facing completely backward and my head lowered and our lips met, I was on my knees with my cock in her ass … “Oh, Seth, oh, keep going, oh my god, oh my god …” in, out, in, out, faster, faster … “oh my god, oh, oh … mmmm …” Her mouth and eyes closed. “Mmmmm … mmmmm … MMMMMM!”

I almost stopped but kept going and she almost screamed — she was convulsing but I wasn’t — “OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! YES, YESSS, YESSS! OOOHHH, FUCK ME, OOOOHHH, MY GOD! OHHHH!”

I felt myself coming, then cumming, hot sperm shot out and into her, kept going, I felt I could hardly move but I kept penetrating her, once almost going completely out, my hips pressed right into her ass cheeks. “Oh, Ashley, aaahhhh!”

“Mmmm …” She was quieter, breathing hard, then her voice, louder: “Oh, my god … do me again.”

I finished pumping into her then my head collapsed, chin in her neck … but her breasts were on her other side, I was on her from behind. “Fuck me again,” she whispered.

Then her mouth met mine and her face twisted, back and forth, we kissed, wet, passionate, hot flesh, and I felt my hands slide across the sweat on her back. Energy shuddered through me. I drew up my groin and she gasped, then I pushed in once more … and felt resistance in her ass … pushed anyway —

And exploded inside. “OOOOOHHHH,” Ashley screamed, “ohhhh, my GOD!”

Her body pulsed, wriggled and I gasped as I shook, our legs intertwined and I almost fell to the side, then I did, and she rolled with me, her head pressed into mine and we kissed hard, her screaming around my lips, over and over, “oh yes, oh yes, oh, yes, ooohhhh, yes, yes, YES, oh MY GOD!”

Orgasm, together. My hands went around her and grasped her breasts, “Mmmmmm,” she said, and then her whole body spasmed again. I erupted once more, driving my hot cum into her ass, her lips met mine again and pulled, sucked, her tongue licked my lips and mine came out and penetrated her mouth, felt her smooth, slick teeth …

Our bodies convulsed … and just kept going. I felt her asshole widen around me and then another hiss, air gooshed out around my pubic hair and then slid up my stomach, all around our legs, then it crawled across my back … cold, tingling, orgasmic air.

I slowed down, not pumping, but we were still kissing, we hadn’t stopped — and Ashley drew back, moaning again, as my penis went back to work and we climaxed together, hard, long, intense, repeatedly … I gasped out as she kept whispering, “oh my god, oh my god, oh, fuck fuck fuck, fuck me …” I had stopped penetrating but I didn’t need to — the orgasm kept going. I remained still, lying under her now, with her head twisting and pressing into mine, magical goddess lips restoring my vigor, my hands around her huge breasts, her hips over mine, my penis buried in her incredible, fucking ass.

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

The Goddesses of Sex - part 1: Melinda

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Melinda

Melinda stared at me as she reached down, grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. “Wait for us, girls. This will take a while.”

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Leslie watched me, though, then she brought her hands down to her skirt and pulled up a corner, just a little. My god … I could see part of her lace white panties, between her legs.

“I’ll get you later, Seth,” Leslie whispered.

Back to Melinda. She walked in front, her shorts tight around her buttocks. She whipped around and caught me staring. “Like my sexy ass? Believe it or not, Ashley is actually sexier down there.”

Ashley Anus. “No … I want you.” I couldn’t believe I was doing this … we were near the door and it was opening by itself somehow. I bent low, one arm beneath her incredible legs and touched skin, then hoisted her up into my arms.

Melinda’s hands wrapped around my neck and her head leaned toward me. “Oh Seth. Seth. I’m not your bride. You’re breaking a few rules here.”

“I don't care ...” My heart pounded with her this close, her chest touching mine.

We were inside and the door closed — the room was small, with thick, cream-colored carpet, the same color as her skin-tight sweater. A huge bed was in the center, king-sized … I reached it and she slid out of my arms onto the off-white quilt, then spread herself out on her back and stretched, clothed breasts sticking up in the air.

Do it now. I fell beside her, almost on top of her, her body almost under mine. Melinda giggled and scooted back, slid up against several pillows. My head touched her chest — my chin against her round boobs, then my head went up. Sweaty … I was hot all over. Her face came toward mine and I stayed where I was.

Our mouths met and her lips fully surrounded mine as we kissed. Wet, she was sucking on me, I could hardly breath while her mouth pulled rhythmically at mine … I almost gasped as I felt my body jolt, with each tug of her lips like a vacuum on my mouth, her eyelashes fluttering near mine …

“Mmmmm.” Smack. Melinda retreated briefly, then moaned. “Oh yesss. Oh yesssss.” Her tongue protruded and she licked her lips, then came forward again and her lips closed around mine — then her tongue probed at my lips.

Oh my god. I flinched … this was new for me.

“Open wide,” she murmured.

Thrill shot up from my groin and into my spine … I cracked open my lips just slightly and Melinda’s tongue slipped in and touched mine, warm saliva and her face pushed closer, tongue digging and then my tongue touched hers again … smack, smack … her tongue writhed around inside, licking me, slurping —

I groaned with the pleasure as she retreated once more, her tongue withdrew from my mouth and my body shuddered … “Oh my god. Oh my god …”

Melinda’s mouth remained open and she licked the air. “Did you like that?”

Now I came after her and my face touched hers, she giggled and fell back but I was on top of her, licking her huge lips, then pushing my tongue into her mouth, sucking on her … then, both our tongues withdrew, mouths closed … another long, lingering, savoring kiss.

Melinda ended it, leaning back, staring at me with narrow, gleaming eyes. “Do you want to get naked now, Seth?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Completely naked? Do you want to see my luscious boobs and my wet little pussy?”

“Uh-huh …”

“And I’ll bet after my little tricks with your mouth that you really want me to see your big cock, don’t you, Seth?”

My god. “Damn … you’re good.”

Melinda grinned, then her lips curved into a sneer and her tongue emerged and stroked the air. “Oh yes I am. And I’m just getting started, dear.” She slid out from underneath me and sat up on her knees, I turned around, untied each shoe and pulled them off, then my socks …

“No, not there.” Her hands went down to my waist and grasped my t-shirt edges.

I'm going to be naked with this girl and I can't believe it.

My arms went up and Melinda pulled the shirt over my head, then threw it aside. She sat there, eyes flickering over my skin. “Ooohh, aren’t you nice.”

Let’s see your chest, Melinda.

She went next for my belt. Her fingers unbuckled it, then pulled … it slid out from my shorts loops.

Her sultry eyes flicked up to mine. “Getting warmer.” Her hands came for my shorts button and zipper — I gasped.

“No … Melinda, not yet.”

She stopped and looked up at me quizzically.

“I want … want to see you naked first.”

“Top or bottom first?” she asked.

“Top …” My voice cracked and I trembled. “I want to see you topless.”

“My, you really are inexperienced, aren’t you?” She laughed, then smacked her lips together. “Let’s see what my full chest can do to thrill you.”

Melinda drew her arms back and I reached for her, hands trembling. I took her sweater near her waist with both hands and pulled up. Her navel. More. Slowly I moved further, now seeing her whole midriff, then the bottoms of her bra cups. She reached up, letting me take it all the way off, and I could see her whole bra now, her breasts filling the cups and her ridge spilling out in the center.

Over her head, and Melinda shook her hair. Then she eyed me. “Almost there. How do you like me?”

“You’re …” I couldn’t speak. I only stared.

She jiggled her shoulders and her two boobs shook back and forth inside her bra.

“You’re incredible,” I finished.

With one hand I grasped her left breast, though the bra … round, warm, soft. I could barely get my fingers around it.

Melinda whispered, “That would feel better for both of us if that boob were naked.”

Her bra straps were loose below her shoulders and she pushed her arms through them, I let go of her breast, then her elbows went up and with her hands behind her back, she undid the clasp … the bra clasp …

The bra hung on her. I took the straps and pulled it off and her breasts sprung free. Perfectly formed, round and sensuous. Nipples red and inflamed.

I collapsed on her and she giggled, gasping with pleasure … my mouth found one erect nipple and I licked her, sucked it, then licked all the way around her breast while groping her other one … tight skin, thick nipples, swelled taut …

Just as quickly I left her, got back, and her legs snapped … Melinda jumped up to a stand, and untied her shoes, one smooth, shapely leg blurred up past my head and she kicked off one shoe, and then the other, then pulled off her socks.

She dropped back down and lay in front of me, her breasts jiggling, and I could barely control myself.

“Seth?” she asked.

“I … I’m going to cum in my pants …”

Melinda laughed. “Just the sight of me topless and you’ll explode … well, let’s hold off on that.”

Her hand reached down and lay across my pulsing lump.

For a moment I closed my eyes … the thrill subsided only a little.

Melinda squeezed and my spine tingled. Then her hand released me.

My eyes opened again. While still lying down, she was unbuttoning her shorts, and then I reached up, took the waist and pulled down … it was hard, they were so tight! Over her thighs … thin, white panties … I got them off all the way and slipped them off her feet and tossed them aside.

She grinned, pinching her breasts with both her hands, then rubbing them softly. “Mmm, this is going quite well so far.”

I still couldn’t believe she was topless. Melinda was topless and in her underwear.

I reached down, between her legs, and rubbed her panties. Warm, wet.

Then silently I took her panties near her hips and yanked down. Skin … more, more … and there was her vagina, deep and red, hairless and glistening wet.

It beckoned. My head dipped low, bare stomach touching the bed, and my chin went between her legs, mouth open.

Melinda propped herself on her elbows. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you … a blowjob?”

“That’s my job.”

“Can I try you first?”

Melinda’s tongue ran across her lips. “Oooh, yes you can, I just doubt you’re experienced enough.”

My head lowered more and my tongue touched her crack … I had licked her vagina … strange tastes, smells, hot, slick skin. Thrilling! I sucked on her, kissed her, rubbing one hand on her thigh, and with the other I groped her breast …

“Mmmm,” Melinda moaned. “Seth, I’m the Mouth, and you’ll need some practice with this …” I kept licking, sucking, feeling her juices drain. “Ooohh … mm, but that does feel good.”

My cheeks pressed on her inner thighs, I dug deeper with my tongue, feeling uncontrolled now, and Melinda twitched, sighing and moaning … I drooled into her, worked up some saliva and spit it out on her, then rubbed it in with my finger …

She moaned — “Oh, oh, do it again, yes, yessss.”

Her body shook and I kept licking her, tongue probing folds of glistening red skin. Was that her clitoris? I took it between my lips and sucked —

“Aaaaaa!” Stunned, I let go and stopped, but Melinda’s head was aimed toward me, eyes closed and huge lips open … “No, no no, keep going, do it.” I sucked on her again and she convulsed, her knees moving up and down, her mouth gasping and moaning, “Oh, yes, oh, oh my god, oh, suck me … oh, Seth, oh …”

I licked her, tonguing her flesh, but her quivering had slowed. Melinda’s legs drew closer together and I sat up, my tongue dripping with her cum, the taste remaining.

“Mmmmm.” Melinda sat up, legs crossed underneath her, then she got to her knees and grabbed my arm, turned me around and pushed my head down to the pillows. She was in front of me, leaning over with hair and boobs hanging down. “Now it’s your turn for my blowjob.”

I shivered as her thin fingers unbuttoned my shorts, then pulled down the zipper. Hold it in.

Melinda pulled the shorts down without help, all the way across, off my legs, then her hand lightly felt my hard penis through my underwear.

“Oooh, this will be good.” Then Melinda, still completely naked … and on the bed with me … peeled off my underwear. My penis was exposed and protruding, already wet near the tip … oh, my god.

Melinda tossed the briefs away and lowered her gaze, eyes narrow and slutty, mouth open, tongue stroking the air.

“Oh, you’re big,” she said. “But you could be bigger.”

“And you’re going to put it inside your mouth.”

Melinda’s eyebrows lowered and she stared at me salaciously. “You haven’t lived until I’m giving you head, Seth. I’m about to take all of you inside my mouth. Deep and wet. Feel my tongue sliding all over you as your big cock penetrates my throat. And I swallow cum too, Seth. All of it.”

Her head came down, lips spread open farther than I thought possible, deep, wet mouth … I closed my eyes as her breath flowed over my penis, then I opened and looked. Her mouth was closed and she kissed the trunk, head twisting, a long kiss … then, suction, on the side … she moved up with her chin just over the head and licked — just above the tip.

“I’m going to drain you,” Melinda whispered.

Then she came down with her tongue out and she licked the side … I flinched and almost burst out right on her face, she kept going, licked around and around, hot, wet saliva sliding, licking, sucking, then, back at the top … and she slipped the head in between her lips and inside.

Oh god … Melinda slid her rippling lips over my penis, almost halfway, then backed out, still partially in, and then sucked in deeper, her tongue inside and licking me and her inner cheeks pressing in, wet, then I felt my tip hit the back of her throat — she sucked in, out, in, out …

I erupted into her! “Mmmmm —” and Melinda sucked even harder, her throat constricting, swallowing it all! Her lips were almost into my pubic hair and all of my penis was inside her — I gasped and cummed again into her mouth and Melinda swallowed … now her lips cracked open and twitched over my trunk, rippling. Then her tongue emerged under my penis, slick with white goo and she pulled the penis out all the way, the head near her huge, bulging lips …

I spurted again. She caught it on the lips, thick and stringy, and her eyes probed mine. “Mmmm, tastes so good. Ahhhh-haaa …” Melinda slurped in the semen and swallowed it with a loud gulp. “Ahhhh.”

More cum — it spit out of the top and onto her mouth, Melinda swept it inside with her tongue and then licked my penis top and suddenly plunged my penis back in, sliding down to her throat and then more, all the way! I moaned and Melinda’s chin pressed into my sack as I spermed more into her throat, over and over — she swallowed it all, then her tongue slid out underneath my jerking trunk but I could hardly see it, only felt it, then I watched as she licked at my balls … her mouth expanded, over my sack and she drew that up into her mouth, all of it, and her lips clamped shut over them and she kept sucking … she had my whole package inside her!

I kept spurting. Melinda kept swallowing, sucking, licking my penis and balls inside her mouth. But I had slowed down.

My sack dropped limply out of her mouth, dripping wet. Slowly Melinda drew her mouth away, wet skin sliding around my penis, and she released the tip with a loud, slippery smack.

“Now I know you liked that. Want some more?”

“Oh … oh my god, Melinda, I can’t … I don’t have any more.”

“Ohhh.” She frowned at me with sympathy. “Damn it. Are you sure?”

“I’m … I’m sorry … you drained me, like you said,” I gasped.

Now Melinda grinned. “Ahhhh.” Her mouth opened wide, almost as if for a yawn, and her tongue slithered into view, probing the air like a serpent, saliva and cum crackling inside. Lips closed again, and she spoke. “Well, we goddesses of sex have a special way to keep the cum flowing … always.”

Her body slid up beside mine, her stomach on mine and her breasts on my chest, and her enormous tongue was licking her own lips, then it slipped back inside her mouth and her head was beside mine, and she kissed me, her lips fully surrounding mine, sucking, then her tongue licking …

A jolt of electricity coursed through me and I felt my vigor return instantly.

“Feel that?” she asked around my lips.

My body shuddered. I barely nodded.

Melinda let go of my mouth, spit sliding. “You’ll not run out of orgasms anytime soon, Seth.” Voice low, breathy, her huge lips moving right in front of mine. “I’ll just keep on sucking you until you’re dry. And then when you’re dry I’ll suck you again, and swallow every bit of your cum, all of it. Then I’ll refill you with more.”

“How … how?”

“Goddess power, Seth. Don’t ask how. Merely experience it.”

Melinda’s hand slid down, wet across my stomach, and her fist closed over my penis. She pulled, sliding down at the same time and then she moved off me, turned around and for a second I saw her ass, round and wide and sexy. Her naked legs slipped off the side of the bed, and she kept pulling — I slid toward her somehow and the pillows under my back came with me.

My legs were over the bed and she was on her knees, churning her shoulders and stroking my wet penis with her fingers. Wide, blue eyes bored into mine near the tops of her sockets.

For the first time I noticed the thin string of pearls around her neck. Melinda’s lips bulged as she pulled my penis down toward her chin … then her mouth clasped around the tip and she sucked … one solid suck, dragging it in like a vacuum but not going further than the tip.

I felt the cum well up inside me.

Pop. Melinda released me and withdrew, her right hand still wrapped around my trunk. She rolled her head and squeezed my penis tight. “Ever heard of facials, Seth? I want you to cum all over my face.”

“You’d like that?”

“Oh yesss.” Now Melinda’s fingers slid up and down my penis, squeezing, greased with my cum and her saliva. Over, and over, and over, and over, and over and over and over … faster, faster.

I gasped, my body shuddered … I could barely sit upright but the pillows propped me up from behind.

“Come on, baby.” Melinda’s breasts thrust forward and her hair flipped about her shoulders as she pumped me with her hand. “Give me that cum inside. All of it. Blow it all over me, mmm …” She stopped jerking me for a moment and merely wriggled her fingers in place on my trunk. “Where’s your cum, Seth?”

“It’s … it’s on the way,” I gasped.

Her hand released me and her head lowered. Lips opened just barely. The penis penetrated her face and she pushed it all the way in. Hot and wet inside, a tight hole … slick, sensuous tongue and skin wrapping around me … for a split second I felt her teeth …

Melinda pulled out quickly just as I gasped out loud.

“Oooh, now it’s time,” she whispered.

My head nodded as Melinda’s hand clasped around me again, the trunk newly lubricated by her saliva, and she pumped me repeatedly …

“Ohhh, Seth. Cum on my face. Cum on my lips, my nose, my tongue, everywhere …” Melinda’s head curled backward and for a moment I noticed her legs on the floor, kneeling and pressed together … naked vagina crack, slowly oozing fluid across her inner thighs. “Cum on me, baby.”

That did it. I exploded.

Melinda caught it on her hand and slid her hand back, leaned her head forward …

“AAAhhh!” Another burst shot across her mouth and she moaned with pleasure. Another string. It shot past her neck and stuck to her hair. “Oh my god …”

More semen streaked across her left cheek and nose. Two bursts — they landed on her lips and slowly oozed down her chin. Now Melinda, mouth gaping and moaning, clasped my penis in her fingers again and pumped me for more.

My body spasmed and multiple streams burst forth. They coated her lips, cheeks and tongue, slathered across her teeth, dripped down her neck, landed in her hair. Thick white, stringy cum. She squeezed and jerked my penis, wringing more out.

Finally I was slowing and I stared at Melinda. My cum had collected on her chin and now a long string dripped slowly down toward her legs. More had run down her neck, past the pearl necklace and then down to her luscious breasts … her nipples remained inflamed and the cum had streaked across them and in her deep cleavage line in between.

It was streaked across her inflated red lips … and now her tongue probed outward , slid across the wetness and licked it into her mouth … Melinda gulped loudly as it oozed down her throat and then her tongue expanded even more, sliding across her chin and curving upward to lick herself and draw the gelatinous liquid up toward her lips … faster now, her tongue flipped around her cheeks and nose, slurping up the cum and then returning it to her mouth, I watched her neck pulse in and out as her throat constricted, swallowing every drop of my cum on her face … gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp. Only the sperm on her hair remained.

Her hands went up and she scraped the cum from both her breasts, lifted the stringy substance to her ever-probing tongue, then licked it loudly into her lips. I reached down to her left breast, pinched the nipple, then peeled more cum off her breast — her hand took mine and she lifted my fingers to her face, lips closed around my fingers and licked the cum back toward her throat. Gulp.

Melinda finished. Her face was clean. And I felt completely wasted.

Her mouth closed … and her lips shrank. “Now I know you liked that, Seth.”

“Oh Melinda … that was …”

“I know.” Her head tilted up.

I could hardly breathe as I bent down for the kiss. “There’s … you have more?”

“You haven’t seen the ultimate,” Melinda told me. “Remember when I told you your cock was long, but that it could be longer?”

Her thinner lips clasped together with mine for a gentler kiss. Then her face pressed forward, almost violently, shaking back and forth, no tongue but her lips rippled, firm and pulling hard, I groaned and she grunted over and over, “Mmm … mmm … mmmmMM!”

Finally Melinda let go and I gasped, leaning against the pillows, my penis still wet and now throbbing with reborn energy.

Melinda slid back down to her knees. I leaned forward, ready for more. Glistening sheen spread between her legs. A little of my cum remained between her incredible boobs.

My hands reached down and each clasped a breast, and I groped her.

Melinda’s mouth opened, lips re-inflated and her tongue emerged. “It’s time. Sit back and enjoy the ride of your life.”

I released her boobs and leaned back, my penis hanging horizontally into the air just before her chin.

Melinda pressed my penis back into her, sliding through the throat, hot and wet, she went in and out a couple of times then let go with another smack. Her hand clasped around the trunk, jerked in and out, then she came back and it penetrated her mouth, I felt the tip pass her throat and farther and moaned, almost in pain …

She leaned back and let it out. It looked longer than before — two inches?

Melinda pinched the tip, wriggled her fingers, stared up at me, then focused on the penis and pulled hard. So slippery, she would have to let go, but she didn’t, kept pulling, I felt the pressure on my groin and then something gave inside. She pulled … out, adding inches, penis growing longer, then stopped for a moment.

My god. I was a foot long.

“Mmm, aren’t you the stud now.” Melinda laughed and grinned salaciously, then pulled more … LONGER! and on her knees she walked backward, breasts wiggling, vagina gleaming wet, hand still grasping my head and adding length, now the penis was several feet long and she kept going, then stood up and walked back faster, almost to the wall, she wouldn’t stop!

Her back hit the wall and she let go, leaned against the wall, eyes closed, her head tilted to one side and her legs spread.

My penis wobbled horizontally in the air like tape measure, at least ten or 12 feet long!

The length she had added was dry … only the few inches near the tip were wet and I could feel everything … air rushing past, then her hand wrapped around the trunk about eight inches from the tip …

Melinda raised her hand to her face, slid her humongous mouth over her palm, then blew me a kiss with wet, pursed lips. “Now,” she intoned. “Don’t even believe your eyes. Just believe what you feel when your cock drives into my writhing body.”

Melinda dropped to her hands and knees on the carpet and drew the head to her mouth. Inside, then she pressed in and out, sucking, then in, in … in … and she crawled forward, breasts dangling, my penis had gone far beyond her throat and kept sliding in, more and more, unbelievable! She was going to swallow it ALL?!

She kept crawling, quickly, pushing it in, not stopping, her eyes staring at me. Inside … I felt it sliding through a slick, wet tube, the same sensation as her mouth — now she was almost halfway back to me and her arms came up, grabbing the long trunk ahead of her, pulling it toward her and shoving it in.

Three feet … her lips parted, I felt the cool air and she moaned from within, “Aaaaaagggghhhh.”

Then Melinda was there, her lips sliding all the way back down to my groin and she licked my hairs, nose pressing in. Then she sucked, hard, wet, HOT! and I jolted, jerked upward on the bed and her knees rose up off the floor, bobbing in the air, her whole trembling body mounted on my penis — and I almost passed out, the thrill was too much!

Melinda sucked … her mouth, pulsing in and out and the penis sliding within her, coiling around in her tubes or intestines or something! I gasped, almost stopped breathing, my hands pressed into the bed and then I felt it coming, I reached up and grabbed the back of Melinda’s head, forced her to keep it in …

I exploded, from somewhere deep inside her, and from whatever that place was she swallowed it, I could hear Melinda gulping it down and her tongue slid over my sack and sucked it in … then, buried inside, hundreds of slick, crawling sensations, like multiple tongues, sliding across me — I cried out and erupted again, harder than ever before, repeatedly, long, sustained burst of sperm, Melinda was shuddering, swallowing, sucking, pulling for more, tongue licking my sack and the trunk near my groin and the suction spreading to all parts.

I was floating in an ocean of pleasure, sucking, saliva, moisture, cum everywhere, Melinda had it on her lips and it dribbled out back onto me … near heaven, my senses were gone, then another eruption and she sucked even harder, I couldn’t believe it, licking, tonguing, sucking, hot, wetness …

I must have passed out. The next thing I knew, Melinda was back beside me, lying on top of me with her head over mine, her breasts pressing into my chest. Down there my penis was back to normal length, and I was lying further up on the bed with my head in the pillows … she drew closer, her breath smelling of cum but I didn’t care, and she licked my lips then pressed close for a kiss. I could barely move, I just let her do what she wanted.

Licking, wet hands caressing my face, tongue probing my mouth.

The energy shuddered through me. My lips opened, and Melinda lifted her head up and stared into my eyes.

She grinned … white, wet teeth over her bulging, amazing lips. “Now. Did you like that? Even better than the facial?”

I couldn’t say anything.

Melinda’s lips closed and her eyes narrowed, rolled around and she lowered her head with a sultry, slutty expression. I felt her hand on my penis and she slid across me back that way, grasped the trunk, and I watched stunned as she pulled it up to two feet long, then stretched her body upward, her perfectly round breasts protruding forward, nipples deep red and rigid.

“I’m in the mood for some dessert,” she purred.

And Melinda fit her humongous, wet lips over it and came down all the way, up past her teeth and tongue and inside her throat — from this angle I would have to be driving it up inside her brain!

I barely felt myself ejaculate, again, repeatedly, bursts two seconds long … and Melinda’s mouth drew almost all the way up and then plummeted down again, wringing more cum from the tip that was swallowed up somewhere inside her, she sucked, she sucked, wide eyes focused on me and rolled up to the tops of her sockets, mouth puckered around the trunk, frozen halfway down.

Then Melinda slid it up inside her again, penetrating through her wet, tight tube, I kept cumming and felt my senses drifting … my god, she is incredible … sucking up and down, up and down, shimmering, luscious cream-colored hair falling past her shoulders, beyond that, her breasts and thick taut nipples silhouetted in the light …

Then Melinda stopped, her nose pressed into my groin flesh and just sucked, inside her, not moving outside. More bursts … this was the longest yet. She drew it in, all of it, sucking it out, emptying me from inside, my penis buried inside her tubes inside her incredible body, her eyes opened once more and bored into mine and she kept sucking all of my cum into her throat, throughout minutes upon minutes, and I felt myself drifting off again, out of consciousness, upon wave after wave of orgasms.

 

The Goddesses of Sex - part 3: Leslie

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Minutes later, I lay still with Ashley atop me, my penis still penetrated up her asshole. She breathed heavily, her head still rotated all the way around to her back where she had kissed me repeatedly, refueling my vigor after every orgasm … she, of course, one of the incredible Goddesses of Sex, never ran out of sexual energy.

But now I was spent, again, after multi

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ple 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.”

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

I swallowed. “What?”

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

I must have been nodding. “Uh-huh …”

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

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

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

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

She was in just the right position for …

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

My god! “Do you want to?”

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

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

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

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

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

My god …

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

“Ahhh-haaaahhh.”

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

I ERUPTED!

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

 “Aungh — aungh — AUNGH!” I groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ye — yes,” I gasped.

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

“Oh. Oh, Leslie … oh, yes.”

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

“Oh, yes.”

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh,” she murmured.

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

I felt I would almost pass out from the thrill.

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

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

“Oh my god, Leslie.”

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

I nodded. “I … I … yes.”

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

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

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

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

I felt the energy return and pulled away.

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

“N … no.”

“I’m a goddess, Seth.”

“Yes, but you’re not able to …”

Her eyebrows came down. “Yes, I am.”

“And it doesn’t hurt you?”

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

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

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

I closed my eyes. She was incredible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm, try again,” Leslie mused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah, ah, ahhhh!” Leslie moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohhhh, yessss …”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“YESSS!”

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

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

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

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

“Ooo, here we go,” she whispered.

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

Up, down, up, down.

Her hair was flying, breasts jiggling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Leslie …”

“Do you like playing with my parts?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slap! — harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay, Seth?”

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

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

I smiled. “I’m fine.”

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

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

“Did you like me?”

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

“I was, wasn’t I?”

“Yes.”

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

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

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

“But what else is there to do?”

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

“Are you … are you sure?”

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

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

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

 “Are … you’re sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I halted. “What …”

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

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

“Ooooohh, yessss,” she moaned.

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

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

“You like me … up your ass?”

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

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

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

 

Night out

dabra on Supernatural Stories

“The night is black, the clouds are back.

From the heights, a shadowed heart waits.” – Unknown writer.

 

That guy knew what he was writing. The night is black, but not so much so that the moon cannot illuminate the noisy city. Ah, cities, with their dense smell of a hurrying population always running after time, people who will never look twice at each other except, perhaps, to eye a beauty –or

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a beast- and hurry on.

From above, the spectacle is hugely gratifying. People moving like busy ants, filling every street, snaking between cars jammed on the roads, such a pleasure to look at! The smell of pollution hangs thickly in the air, as does that of the countless layers of fake scent that people feel the need to wear.

I await on top of an old decrepit building, eyeing those people like a hawk, for indeed I am a hawk amidst scuttling mice. The thought makes me laugh. I am in a good mood at the moment. Probably from the blood roaring through my brain. Every smell is more defined, every sound is a thunderclap in my ears, the smallest insect crawling on a wall is a graffiti sprayed over my eyes.

The rest of my dinner lies discarded behind me. I can still taste it on my tongue. I run my tongue over my still wet lips and moan contentedly. I get up and stretch. It’s time to go hunting again. I barely spare a glance at the ruined body on the cold roof. He was a man in his mid-thirties who exercised regularly but smoked from time to time; his blood was that mush tastier.

Yeah, I just said his blood. What, I didn’t tell you? So silly from my part… I’m a vampire. Uh-uh, that’s right, a bloodsucker. No shit, I ain’t kidding. You still don’t believe me? Look at these. Aren’t they a little big for a normal mouth? Fake teeth? Don’t make me laugh! Those were outdated, like, last millennia! Okay, you need more proof, I can understand. Wait here.

There, see that homeless dude? Watch. No, I can’t fly but I can jump. *comes back after a minute* Stop struggling, you’ll mess my clothes! A’right, you forced my hand… *this part has been censored due to extreme violence and gore* There, you happy? What, you scared now? Oh, it’s the blood… I told him he’d mess my clothes. Well anyway, you believe me now? Oh, you do. Good. Where was I? Yeah, the roof…

The sounds of heavy bass and a guitar solo draw my ears. A rock concert, how charming. And I was getting a little hungry. The fall to the ground floor would kill any man, but then, I am not a man. I barely grunt as my knees bend when I land. I come out of the alley without a care. Let the cops find the two bodies. If they can…

The concert has been going strong for almost an hour when I reach it. An old warehouse, rearranged to house parties and shows like this one. Probably full of wannabe goths and punkers. God, I hate those, they’re so wrong. I shake my head as I walk through the door. What do you mean I can’t go in uninvited? Oh, you saw it in Buffy the fucking Vampire Slayer, so it must be true, that’s what you’re telling me?

*sigh* Forget all you know about vamps. All those books and movies do have something resembling truth in it but they are mostly inaccurate. We can’t fly, we can’t make other vamps just by biting someone, we don’t turn to cinders in the sun, we don’t turn into bats at night to hunt, we don’t dress in black, we don’t fear crosses or bibles. Christopher Pike was probably the closest who came to what we really are.

We can jump very high or fall from great distances without a scratch. We do drink blood, not on a regular basis –there are just so many homeless- but we are quite fond of it. Yeah, it sustains us, blah, blah, blah, crap. We just drink it for fun, it’s like a good wine. We can go a long time without drinking it, but the thirst becomes quite overwhelming at times. We can eat garlic, drink blessed water, walk across running water, reproduce… *wriggles eyebrow* yeah, that way, you pig. But there’s a catch. We can only have kids with other vamps. With an ordinary human, we’re like sterile.

Vampirism is a curse. It’s a disease. It’s a boon. It’s beyond your wildest… no, that won’t do. It’s fucking great is what it is! Yeah, it’s all that. You live forever but sometimes, you wish you were dead. Trust me, I know. Well, back to the story. What about the blood on my clothes, you tell me? This is a concert, I can pretend I dropped a pitcher of syrup on my shirt and I’ll strut in like I’m the shit.

Back to the hunt. The smell of alcohol is heavy in the air. Underage kids are already passed out on the floor and are almost getting trampled on by the hysteric crowd. Black leather and white makeup prevail in the sea of people. I search for the source of all beers, hoping to snag a pretty one on my way.

The bartender looks like a Drill Sarge with his huge biceps and his haircut. He barely spares me a glance but serves me an ice cold one seconds after I call him. Yeah, being a bloodsucking fiend has its advantages. You could say I exude an aura. It varies according to the people around me. Men see me as a pretty average looking fellow, but one you would not want to mess with. They unconsciously avert their gaze and are uneasy around me.

For women, it’s another thing. They sense this magnetism that pulls them despite themselves. I get more that a handful of stares as I sip my Bud. Twenty minutes after I buy my drink, I have already been accosted by half a dozen girls waiting to be fucked and even a couple of men. It’s all quite flattering but I do have my standards.

I hear a voice order a Bud. The voice is sensuous, almost sultry as the bartender hands over the thing. I am intrigued. It cannot be one of those underage anorexic bunnies. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a sparkling black dress sitting on a stool. The bar is the only place worth visiting in this warehouse. The stage is quite far away so the buzz of conversation is audible despite the amplified wails that the singer seems to like so much.

The woman pays me no attention as she sips her beer coolly. I wait and watch. A burly man sits beside her, flashing his Rolex as he hands the bartender a five hundred bill. Gold chains on his arms, gold necklace, gold earrings, a regular pimp with too much to spend.

He tries to fire her up but fails miserably. The woman continues sipping with not a care in the world. He insists, even proposing her money for some time with him. An uncultured swine. She gives him the cold shoulder and a slap. His eyes widen in shock, then outrage and his hand closes into a fist. He raises it and brings it down.

In an instant, I am on my feet. The beefy hand is twice as big as mine but two fingers suffice to block it. He struggles, trying to force me aside but a head butt changes his mind and he staggers to the nearest restroom, holding his shattered nose in one hand. The bartender nods approvingly and I return the gesture. I turn to the woman and get my first good look at her.

She is splendid. Long legs, black knee-high leather boots, a black dress sparkling with black studs, cut low on the cleavage and high on the legs. The hem is maybe four inches below her slender waist. As my eyes travel up, I see what appears to be a C-cup fitted snuggly in the black velvety material. Her face is charming. Green eyes, probably contacts. Defined cheekbones. Full lips, so red, so full of blood. A touch of the delicious liquid touches her cheeks as she murmurs a thank you.

“My pleasure. I dislike seeing women getting bashed.”

“Would you like a drink, as thanks?”

“I already have one,” I say, nodding to my unfinished beer. I have to set the hook firmly before I haul the catch. “But you can grant me a dance.”

She laughs and I mentally approve my choice. She starts a conversation as we drink.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t look at me twice since I sat down.”

“Funny, I noticed the same thing.”

She smiles suggestively. “I like men who do not seem to care.”

“Do I seem not to care?”

“Maybe you do.” There is a twinkle in her eyes as she says that.

I finish my beer just as she does hers and I stand up, offering my hand. She smiles, takes it, gets up and follows me to the dance floor. Dance floor is a wrong word. These people do not dance; they jump around like crazy, trying to squash their bodies together. It is kind of fun, if you have a busty babe grinding herself into you with every move.

She tosses her jet black hair around as she wipes her head as crazily as everyone around her. The band starts a tune that doesn’t seems like fingernails scratching a board and I start jumping too. Soon after, as our bodies get heated and closer, she presses her ass into my crotch and squeezes my left butt cheek. I know I have her, now. Her name is Rina and she wants to go someplace more private.

I take her to my apartment. On the way, she clings to my arm, giggling like a drunken schoolgirl. We stagger inside and her mouth is on mine as soon as the door is closed. My coat drops to the floor in no time and her tongue explores the confines of my mouth.

She pulls back and giggles once more. Her cheeks flare beautifully and I have to restrain myself not to bite her right now. She darts away as I try to snag her arm. She saunters to the bedroom and drops on the bed in a seductive pose. I smile appreciatively. She slowly lowers the straps holding her loose dress over her bare shoulders and slides them down her arms, moving slowly and so sexily.

Her milky breasts burst free as soon as the cloth is down to her navel. She shows off her navel ring, a single metal loop with a jade stone. The dress finds its way to the floor and she remains clad in her panties and her boots. I reach for my buttons and slowly undo them, slipping my shirt off my chiseled body. Interest sparks in her eyes as she studies the hard sinews under my skin.

My black pants are next. I unbuckle my belt and let them slide to the floor of their own accord, then step out of them. My dick is already tenting my boxers. It aches for release but I have something else to do right now. She spreads her legs as I move my lips to her pussy. A gentle kiss on the fabric than I kiss her mouth with all the passion in me. She nibbles on my lower lip as my hands cup her titties. A moan escapes her as I massage them gently.

My tongue touches hers and we dance a ballet of love in our mouths, exchanging saliva like two sex-crazed teens. I pull back and latch onto a breast. The skin is so smooth, I cannot resist. A sharp cry tells me I have bitten a little hard. No matter. As I suck some of her blood, she moans in the pleasure that pain gives. My tongue swirls around the nipple, licking it and sucking on it. I kiss her again and she tastes her own blood.

I take off her panties and the scent of her womanhood assaults my nostrils. My cock twitches in its confines. I drop my head to her legs and proceed to please her. She moans and bucks as my tongue does the movement I have practiced so long. She almost comes as she grinds my face into her cunny with her hands. I pull back just in time to avoid her orgasm. She pouts but quickly smiles when I lower my boxers.

My dick is not that big but, what with science, it has grown to a decent eight inches long and half again an inch wide. I pump it a few times and a bead of precum oozes out of the slit. Her full lips part as I guide it into a waiting hole.

I moan as her tongue licks my dickhead. The tiny piercing on her organ brings me pleasure like I have rarely known. She moves up and down my shaft, taking it fully into her mouth and throat. She sucks it enthusiastically and I moan all the while. After studying Tantric arts and the Kama Sutra in depth, I have become something of an expert on holding back my ejaculation. She has been sucking me for a good fifteen minutes before I gently tug on her hair and pull myself out. She looks disappointed but a quick kiss on the lips calms her.

Her tongue meets mine briefly as we embrace and fall on the bed. She spreads her legs as I place my dickhead at the entrance of her warm pussy. I tease her a little, rubbing it all over her lips, parting them with my fingers and rubbing myself along her slit. She lets out an exasperated groan and tries to force me inside her. I laugh as I plunge fully into her glory hole.

The feeling is great. I moan as her tightness slowly convulses around my length. She squeezes me through her inner muscles and smiles as I try to pull back. She laughs as I half-heartedly try to escape her clutches. I lean over and bite her right breast. She squeals as blood flows to my mouth again. My mind swoons and it is all I can do to resist draining her dry.

I retreat and thrust inside her mechanically at first, getting the engine started. She warms up and I become more forceful. I push her up the mattress with every thrust, pressing down and forward. She wraps her slender legs around my waist and moans every time I am in her. I use my not inconsequential strength to lift her up, legs still around my waist, and carry her to the wall.

There, I press her back against the cold white paint and proceed to hump her with almost inhuman speed. Being a vampire has many advantages. As I pound her already sore cunt, she orgasms, sending juices running down my legs and hers, wetting the wall behind her. I still do not stop and continue my relentless assault. She has another one right after the first. She hangs on to dear life as I slam her back into the wall. She will be sore if she survives the night.

As she climaxes, I let myself go, emptying my balls into her womb. As the throes of a toe-curling orgasm hits her, she arches her back, presenting me her delicious neck. I bite her and she squeezes me in a muffled scream. The blood flows form the tiny wounds in her flesh and I suck greedily. She begins to release my body as she grows steadily limper. I enjoy biting them beautiful gals while they’re in immense pleasure. It makes their blood rush to their head and the added adrenaline is exquisite. I let go of the corpse’s neck. Her head hangs loosely at her side. Her body is still warm and I am still hard. I thrust inside her for good measure and withdraw. She slides to the floor, joining what little blood I could not drink and the puddle of our secretions.

I wipe myself on her clothes and throw them at her side. My recent activities have energised me. I am positively humming with power. I dress more appropriately, a clean shirt and slacks. The night is still young and I can hunt during the day I must. I stuff the body in a large black bag and cram it into my trash. The blood I wipe with some regret. The girl is no longer on my mind. There will be others, prettier than her and more experienced. If they are good enough, I will let them live.

I take the trash upstairs, on the roof. After a few bounces, I am well away from the crime scene. I dump the body in a heap of junk on a highway. Another victim of a sex crazed wacko. The police will let it go as soon as they see they have no proof. As I head back to my apartment, I pick up a peculiar smell. I stop and smile. Glancing down, I see a couple of teenagers getting it on behind a couple of bushes. I drop down and observe them.

Voyeurism is nice from time to time and I wait until they are finished. The boy hastily puts his clothes back on and vanishes. The girl looks at him with disgust and tries to find her clothes. I can hear her weeping. I emerge from my cover and walk towards her. She might need comforting and the night is still so young…

 

 

Willow

frozen_north on Supernatural Stories


I have always been here.

From the beginning I, one of the elder goddesses have walked the earth. Magic is my domain, and woman is the portal from which that magic enters this realm. Great powers are unleashed through sex. greater still, blood magic, is released by an act of defloration.

When man first came to this land I hid myself and my secrets in the form of this willow tree. Eventually, a girl dressed in the skins of animals found me and knew me for who I was. She kneeled down to worship me and I became aware that she was beautiful and untouched, still a maiden. I took her into my embrace; claimed her innocence, and gloried in the

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magic released. I taught her great themes of magic and it's uses. I instructed her much on the mysteries of womanhood, and of spirits, and the world. To the end of her days she worshiped me, and to the end of her days I kept her companionship and love. We worked great magic together and I told her much of the deep secrets of the universe as I took her body.

Over the eons that followed, the daughters of men would find their way, or be brought, to my grove. They would offer their maidenheads to me in sacrifice and I would teach them of magic and mystery and of the ways of the world.

Then one day my followers in their animal skins stopped coming. I reached out my thought and found that their people had left, been driven out by a new people from across the sea. I stood alone for a few years until the daughters of these new men found me. These women, who were fair of skin, wore strange clothes. They danced in festival around me, not knowing that I watched. Incantations they used, their magic was weak but familiar, they knew of other old ones such as myself. I reveled myself and claimed my own sacrifices of them.

For nearly a century they came unto me and learned from me and gave themselves in sacrifice. Then one day only a few came, and they were frightened. Men of another god had found them out and were persecuting them and slaying them. The men came to my clearing and tried to take my children but were met by my fury. Very few I allowed to return home alive. My surviving children I scattered to the winds to safety, telling them that one day their descendants would return to me.

I slept. For nearly three hundred years I slept and the sons and daughters of men stayed away, fearing the nameless terror that lived here. Occasionally a young, brave and curious girl would come to see if the legends were true. Hungry, I would take her into my embrace and claim her, but the time was not right. Invariably, I would send her away with only the memory that something terrifying yet wonderful had happened, but no idea what.

Then she came, walking boldly into my clearing. Her presence over time woke me. She loved to climb into my branches seeking solitude, or wade in the stream by my roots. I touched her mind and found her name, Erica, and learned that she was descended of the women that I had sent into hiding so long ago. I stretched out my thought and found them, all of them. As I had fortold, they had returned.

I awoke fully and began to plan. There were five who could be most easily taught. The five points of the star, Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit; they were there, one maiden for each. They would be the foundation of my new coven. It was time for me to claim my own sacrifices again.

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By The Moonlight's Shadow

Phoenix-Denied on Supernatural Stories


The moon’s glistening light fell upon the land, the silvering touch caressing every blade of grass, every swaying leaf, every edge of the old derelict church like the soft fleeting velvet touch of a silver gloved lover.

   It was through this eerily lit dreamscape, that the curvaceous young maiden made her way, hips swaying softly within the confines of her flowing dress. The overgrown bushes and grasses tugged at the velvet, exposing the pale white flesh of her calves, smooth and creamy in contrast to the dark softness of the velvet night, the silvering moonlight adding a soft gleam to the exposed flesh.

   As she neared the church, her bust heaved heavily as she took a deep calming breath, nerves clearly showing in her shuddering exhalations a
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s she ran her hands over the velvet. The mixture of fear and adrenaline combined, she mused to herself, was thrilling. The intensity of emotion that followed truly threatened to overwhelm her as her questing hands brushed over the soft pale upswell of her bosom.

   Her breath catching in her throat, she opened her eyes, as pale and bright as the stars themselves, and quested to find someplace where she could be alone.

Just her and her passions.

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Settling herself behind one of the larger gravestones that littered the area, she leant back against the cold stone and shuddered, not from the cold but from the wave of excitement that raced through her.

Loosening the lace ties on the front of her dress, she allowed the restraining material to relax, her shapely pale bust shifting as it was finally allowed to relax within the confines of it’s material prison. The cool night air swept across her flesh as a gentle breeze shifted the grasses around her, making her flesh goose pimple and her breath jerk from her in even more ragged, shuddering gasps.

Surrendering to the emotions that flooded her mind, she traced a delicately manicured hand down from her neck to her cleavage, the rasping nail eliciting gasps of delight as her hand finally undid the ties that bound her shut and exposed her soft full breasts to the night.

   Her fingers traced down to her rapidly hardening nipples, gently rubbing and pulling on the swelling teats, massaging the flesh as the air’s cool caress heightened her senses more and more. Gasping with delight, she raised a leg and slowly traced her fingers up and down the soft flesh of her inner thigh.

*

   Movement out of the corner of her eye made her jump. Swiftly covering her modesty, she turned to see the imposing frame of a man, seemingly dressed head to toe in black, his eyes dark and mysteriously enticing, gazing back from the pale setting of his face.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” she shrieked, her voice warbling with fear and renewed adrenaline.
“I could ask you the same, my dear…. although judging by your state of undress I have a pretty good idea.”, came the reply the voice at once deep and booming, yet soft and somehow enticing.

“I asked first.”
“My name is Dusk, and I was walking.”
“My name is Vixen, and what I was doing is none of your business.”

   A deep, skin-tingling chuckle rippled through the cool air as the stranger leapt up and crouched atop of a nearby tomb, his long velvet coat falling about him like a ethereal veil of sorts, threatening to expose the pale expanse of flesh beneath. “If it was none of my business my dear Vixen, why flaunt it before my eyes?” he asked, head cocked to one side like a curious child.

“I wasn’t. I wouldn’t……” Vixen began, fear and doubt now mixing in with the torrent of emotion that swept over her.
“Oh but is it really so bad? Giving in like you were?”, the voice rolled over her skin in waves, each one making the skin tingle as if he were caressing her with a thousand tiny feathers.
“I…I…” Vixen began, her head turning slowly as if against her will to look at the ghostly lit figure behind her.

   Dusk leapt down from his perch and walked over, his dominating presence creating a sense of sensuality that radiated from his very being. Tilting his head to one side, he leaned in and kissed Vixen delicately, lingeringly, longingly, on the neck. Vixen gasped, every nerve within her pale, shuddering frame had been set alight by his touch and burned with an unquenchable fire. Her breath came in short sharp gasps as he kissed along her neck to her upswell, his hands gently cupping her breasts through the soft velvet.

“I….I….”
“Why question? Why not just relax and enjoy?”

   Vixen was suddenly hit by an almost tangible wave of pure, undiluted passion. Her heart raced as Dusk’s seeking kisses found her nipple through the fabric of her dress. Powerless to resist, she let her hands move to allow him access. His seeking tongue swiftly and deftly traced the outline of the swollen teats, his gloved hands massaging the soft flesh as he teased and excited her.

“Still in the mood to question, or would you like me to continue?”
“Continue….continue…” came the half-whispered reply.

   Pleasure suddenly exploded within her mind as Dusk found his way down to her inner thigh, her black lace panties now damp with arousal. Adrenaline raced around her body as Dusk pulled back the damp gusset to reveal the smooth, pale treasure within, his questing tongue eliciting whimpers of passion from her as he gently began to trace the outline of swollen lips with his fingers. Gasping and clawing at Dusk’s hair, Vixen bade him “Please, I beg of you beautiful stranger, pleasure me.”

   Dusk wasted no time. His seeking tongue deftly parted her damp and swollen lips and lashed out at her swollen, dripping bud. Wave after wave of pure wanton lust swept through Vixen, Dusk’s expert technique making her dripping pussy ache to be filled with more than just his questing tongue.

   Whimpering with delight, she clawed at Dusk, massaging her soft full breasts as his questing, almost prehensile member lashed and writhed within her, causing ripples of delight and ecstasy to flood her veins, the tingling pulses a very sure sign that she would climax shortly. Sure enough, Dusk’s continuing attention soon elicited a squeal of delight from the writhing Vixen, as wave after wave of pure pleasure swept over her as she climaxed around his questing tongue. But Dusk did not relent, his writhing tongue continuing to lash and stroke and caress her now tender, trembling bud as the juices of her arousal dripped from her in an ever increasing flood, her hands gripping the worn stone of the grave headstone against which her panting, trembling, curvaceous form rested.


   Looking up, Dusk smiled enigmatically as he watched Vixen’s bosom heave and shudder with each deep trembling breath she drew in from the chilling night. Gazing down into his dark burning eyes, Vixen hauled Dusk to his feet and pushed him back against the grave headstone.

“Your turn, my most beautiful stranger.” she whispered, brushing back the folds of his coat to reveal his sleek toned abdomen, pale and glistening beautifully as the bright moon cast it’s silvering touch over him, his arousal clearly visible through his leather trousers. Her mouth trailed kisses down and over his body, soft and gentle, invoking a soft moaning from his lips as her fingers traced the outline of his arousal.

   Her fingers deftly dealt with the lace ties that bound his waistband shut, releasing his manhood from within it’s leather entrapment, his moans now coming louder and deeper, like the deep throated cries of some tortured inner beast begging for release. Running her fingers over the pale expanse of toned flesh revealed by the parting of the leather, her breath came in shuddering gasps of arousal as the full beauty of his cock was revealed; a giant horn of flesh so pale and sleek and inviting.

   Nervously, Vixen’s tongue slipped past her lips and flicked across the tip of this beast of manhood that stood tall and proud before her eyes. The bestial growl of pleasure that drifted through the haze of arousal to her waiting ears seemed like music to her soul, and as she parted her lips to kiss the head of this pale beast, her soul sang to the tunes that she began to draw from the mouth of this pale, beautiful stranger. Her mouth opened wider, and the dark passions that swept through her drove her onwards to even deeper depths of depravity and wanton abandon.

   With swift, deft strokes of her hands, Vixen awoke Dusk’s member to full arousal, her tongue sliding up and down the length of his pale smooth shaft, her crimson lips contrasting starkly with the pale expanse of flesh they struggled to encircle as she pulled him deeper and deeper into her the soft moist waiting depths of her mouth. The sighs of pleasure and growls of arousal that the passions of the moment elicited from both of them mingled into a dark, passionate symphony that echoed deep into the night.

*

   Urgency and confidence now mingled in with the adrenaline that surged through her veins as her whole body rocked with the motions of her act, her hair swaying and glistening with the moonlight as Dusk’s pale member slid smooth and slick past her crimson lips, deeper and deeper into her mouth as her hands mirrored the bobbing motion of her head, tugging and willing this monster of a cock to go deeper. Pulling back, Vixen’s eyes gleamed with raw unbridled lust and passion as she saw her spit drip from Dusk’s firm cock, the light making it glisten almost irresistibly as she continued to milk it slowly whilst gazing up into the eyes of her mysterious lover.

“Well my love?” she whispered, “Do you wish for me to continue?”
“No my love, now it is time…”
“For what?”
“For this!”

   With a dark, unsettling speed, Dusk whipped Vixen to her feet and placed her hands on the gravestone. Closing her eyes, Vixen shuddered as she felt her dress being lifted to expose her milky white posterior to the chill air. She trembled as she felt Dusk’s hands part her thighs and the tip of his monstrous cock nudge against her dripping lips. And then she gasped as she felt it slip past and into her moist, waiting depths, the muscles of her pussy clamping hard around it, rippling over and over as they tried to pull it deeper and deeper into her.

   Dusk’s hands clamped hold of her hips as he began to thrust his way in and out of Vixen’s pussy, her lips leaving trails of juice all over him as he thrust harder, deeper and faster into her, relishing the way her pussy rippled around him, milking him, luring him deeper and deeper into her moist waiting depths. She moaned and gasped as the pleasure and the passion of the moment flooded over her, her hair swaying, breasts jostling in the cool air as Dusk thrust deeper and deeper.

   Faster and faster the rippling became, tugging on his hard member as it pummelled her hard and fast, her moans becoming shrieks of delight as the ripples became tingles, and as Dusk reached round to caress her swaying breasts, she rolled her eyes with delight as wave after wave of pure orgasmic delight swept over her, again and again, more and more as he continued to pleasure and excite her.

   His grunts and moans become more and more bestial and urgent, and the subtle twitching and swelling of his cock within her spoke a distinct, primeval language that fuelled the passion burning in her mind. Turning to glance over her shoulder, she whispered, “Come on me my love, let me see what you have for me.”, her voice a hushed yet urgently passionate whisper.

   Pulling his pale swollen member free of the warm moistness in which it lay, Dusk allowed his now urgent love to turn and kneel before him, her hands clasping and jerking his member wildly with an urgency unseen in her eyes before. Leaning back, Dusk let rip a bestial, echoing, booming roar of passion as his pale glistening member twitched, and thick wads of creamy slivery semen erupted from his tip, surging out to splatter all over his love’s heaving bosom. She continued to milk him, her hand settling between her legs as she felt the hot sticky cream drip over her fingers and down her breasts, hands massaging it into her skin as she closed her eyes and let the ripples of pleasure and passion subside and ebb away from her as she leaned back against the cool stone of the grave behind her.

“How was that my love?” she asked seductively, her voice dark and whispery.

No answer came.

   Opening her eyes, Vixen’s gaze quickened and darted as she searched for the mysterious man who had just made her climax so violently, the man who had reached within her and awoken her innermost desires.

   He was nowhere to be seen, and she found herself in the pose in which she had been before his arrival, hand caressing her inner thigh.

 “My love?” she called, knowing not whether it had been in her mind or if it had been for real. Looking down at the sticky cream that covered her, she paused and licked some from her finger. It was sweet, creamy yet bitter as well, real enough. But what of her love?

As she gathered herself and left the churchyard to it’s secrets, she thought she heard a deep tingling chuckle crawl over her skin with the breeze, making her hurry away into the moon lit dreamscape.

   And from his perch high in the ruined church tower, Dusk smiled. “Farewell my love…” he whispered and blew a kiss into the night, as the breeze rustled the grasses of the moonlit land, and the curvaceous form of his sweet Vixen disappeared into the waiting, silvered night.

THE END


Nightfire

dko123 on Supernatural Stories

This Isnt A Finished Story, But If You All Like It, I Shall Continue This Story




Chapter 1


It Was A Cold Windy November Afternoon and Melissa Just Got Home From Working Around The City Cleaning The Gardens, She Was Exausted From Work And Needed To Relax, She Put Some Music On, Got Out Of Her Work Clothes And Ran A Hot Bath And Pour Herself A Glass Of Red Wine, She Had Put the Glass On The Bench Next To The Bath And Got In, Melissa Had Needed To Relax, Her Work Had Got Her Stress All Week Because Of The "Save The

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Trees Parade" And All The Gardens And Roads Had To Be Nice And Clean, But A Job Is A Job And She Needs The Money.

As The Minutes Past, Melissa Got Out Of The Bath, Put Her Purple Silk Robe On That She Bought From The Shop Out Of Town, Melissa seemed to Always Feel Good In It Some Reason, She Went To The Lounge Room And Grabbed One Of Her Vampire Books "House Of Night, She Loved Vampires, They Were A Turn On For Her, Just Thinking Of Teeth Seething Over Her Neck Gave Her Pleasure, Just As She Was About To Start Reading, The Phone Rings, "Hey Melissa Its Kurt, We Need Someone To Fill In For Jane Cause She Is Sick" She Knew Jane Wasnt Sick, But She Wasnt Going To Work Either, "No Sorry, Ive Worked 42 Hours This Week" Melissa Told Kurt, She Hung Up And Put The Phone Down And Went Back To Reading My Book, Shortly After That, She Fell Asleep.

Hours Later A Storm Comes And Melissa Woke Up To The Sounds Of Thunder And Rain Coming Down Hard, She Got Up And Grabbed The Candles And Torches, Then The Power Goes Out, Fucking Great She Whispered, As She Turned To Get The Torch, A Dark Figure Appeared in the lounge room, She Stumbled Back In Shock And Dropped The Torch, She Picked It Up And Shined The Light Where The Dark Figure Was standing, But No One Was In Sight, "Did I Have To Much To Drink?" Melissa Asked Herself as she looked at her glass, Then The Power Came Back On, melissa Looked At The Time And It Was 10:52 Pm, melissa had enough of reading so she Decided To Head Off To Bed


Chapter 2


Melissa Wakes Up To The Noise Of The Door Knocking, She Looked At The Clock Realising It Was 11am, She Got Up Put Her Robe On And Heads To Her Front Door And Looks Into The Eye Hole, It Was The Milk Man, Just A Second, She Grabs Her Wallet To Pay The Milkman, Opens The Door And The Milkman Was Gone, But The Case Of Milk Was There Along With A Note "I Will Come Back This Afternoon To Get The Money" So She Picked The Case Up And Took The Old Case Out, She Heads To The Kitchen And Puts Away The Milk, Later On During The Day, She Wondered About The Dark Figure Last Night, Was He Real? Or Had I Drank Too Much Wine Last Night, She Checked The The Wine Bottle And Realised It Was Pretty Full, She Also Wondered How He..Or How She Got In The House, She Looked Around The Doors And Windows, Nothing Broken, She Went To The Lounge Room Where She Saw Him Standing, There She Noticed Something A Small Puddle Of Water, She Thought To Herself If The Roof Was Leakin Or This Was From The Dark Figure.

She Sat Down And Decided To Ignore It And Continue Reading Her Book, Once Again The Phone Rings And Its Kurt And Asked Melissa To Come And Work Today, As Soon As She Heard What He Had To Say, She Hung Up, She Didnt Care If She Was Fired, They Over Worked Her And She Knew She Could Get A Better Job, So She Went Back To Reading Her Book, Later On In The Day, She Decided Take A Shower And Wash Her Self With This Knew Honey Milk Body Lotion She Bought, She Got Undressed, And Let The Hot Water Run In The Shower, Her Almost Pale Skin Covered In Water Runnin Right Off Her Arms And Breasts, She Put Down Her Long Brunette Hair Wetting It And Massaging Her Head And Body, Now Came Out The Body Wash, It Ran Smoothly Across Her Breast And Stomach As She Rubbed It In And Around Her Body, Her Nipples Perked Up From Rubbing The Milky Smooth Body Wash Across Her Body And Arms.

She Washed It Off And Finished Herself In The Shower, She Got Out And Wiped Herself Down Dry, She Moved Her Fingertips Across Her Body Feeling How Smooth Her Body Is, She Looks Up At The Mirror And Falls Back With Shock, She Runs Around The House Naked Locking The Doors And Closing The Windows And Runs Into The Kitchen Grabbing A Knife, Thinkin Of What She Saw On The Mirror "I See You Like To Read" In Blood


Chapter 3


She Sat There In The Corner Of The Kitchen Scared, Shaking And Shocked At What She Saw, She Thought It Was It All A Dream, So Many Thoughts Running In Her Mind, Melissa Decided To Look Around, She Got Up And Held Her Knife Firmly Ready To Strike At Anything, She Looked Around Slowly Praying No One Was In The House, She Checked The Whole House From Top To Bottom, Nothing, She Was To Scared To Call The Police Or Her Friends For Help, She Didnt Know What To Do.

As She Walked Into The Bathroom She Noticed The Blood Was Gone, But The Words Were Still There, She Looked Around Scared For Her Life, Then..The Door Knocks, She Jumps Screaming Fuck, She Yells Out Who Is It? "The Milkman" He Replies, She Yells Out "Oh Shit, Let Me Get You The Money", She Puts A Towel On And Gets The Money For The Man, "Here You Go Sorry Bout This Morning" She Tells Him "Its Alright" He Tells Melissa, She Hands Over The Money "You Can Keep The Change" "Oh Thank You" He Tells Her, She Closes The Door She Lays Her Back On The Door As The Milkman Leaves.

Still Shaking Scared, She Locks Every Door And Window In Her House And Puts A Knife In Her Bedside Table, Later That Evening, She Sat On Her Lounge Still Scared, But She Was Trying To Forget What She Saw Eariler In The Bathroom, But Even In The Back Of Her Mind She Couldnt Forget That Dark Figure..Was She Being Stalked? She Thought To Herself About It For Hours, She Tryed To Get It Off Her Mind By Reading Her Books And Having A Glass Of Wine, But She Still Asked Herself, Who Is This Dark Figure


Chapter 4


Melissa Had Fallen Asleep Until She Heard A Whisper, She Looked Around Her Lounge Room To See Anyone, Nothing, She Got Up And Searched The House Just To Make Sure, Nothing She Didnt See Anything Unuseal, She Heard Another Whisper Calling Her Name, The Sound Of It Made Her Body Shiver Cold, She Looked Around Her And Nothing, She Went To Her Bedroom And Layed Down Under The Silk Blankets Hoping It Was Just The Cold Wind.

She Tried To Sleep But She Was Couldnt Until She Knew Whatever Was Happening Was Gone, She Turned Her Lamp On Sat There Brushing Her Hair Back Trying To Get Her Mind Off Of Things, It Wasnt Working, So She Tried Her Books, As Much As Melissa Loved Reading Them She Always Fell Asleep To Them, So She Grabbed Her Book And Sat There Reading For Hours Until She Heard Something, She Got Up And Took Her Torch Just Incase.

Melissa Got Out Of The Bedroom And Forgot About Her Knife, She Turned Around And She Tripped Backwards, A Pale White Man With White Slicked Hair, Black And Red Leather Vest With Black And Red Striped Pants Had Appeared Behind Her, She Got Up And Tried To Run Away, But The Man Got Infront Of Were With Such Speed And Grabbed Her, She Had No Idea What To Do, Melissa Struggled To Get Out Of The Mans Grasp, But He Was Just To Strong, The Man Picked Her Up And Took Her Into The Bedroom And Threw Her On The Bed And Closed The Door Behind Him.


Chapter 5

Melissa Was Frightened On Her Bed, She Threw What Ever She Could But He Kepts Dodging Them, He Walks Up Nexted To And Grabs Her Hand And Sits Down Next To Her, Melissa Tried Move Away But She Couldnt Get Far, The Firm Yet Cold Grasp Of The Man Was To Strong, The Man Whispered Her Name And It Gave Her A Cold Feel Down Her Spine, He Whispered Her Name Again "Melissa" The Cold Whisper Felt So Cold But She Found Strangly Arousing, Once Again He Whispered To Her "Lay Down Melissa"

She Couldnt Control Herself, She Felt Possessed As She Layed Down Next To Him At His Command, The Man Brushed Her Hair Back Behind Her Neck, While Running His Fingertips Along Her Stomach, "Melissa, I See How You Read Those Books, It Gives You Such Pleasure Thinkin Of What Happens In Those Books Doesnt It" He Tells Melissa, Yes She Replies Back To Him, "Well Melissa Tonight, Those Books Come To Life" He Says To Her While Smelling Around Her Neck

Melissa Lays Back Feeling The Pleasure Of His Voice Talk To Her So Softly, It Felt Like Pure Ectasy, Melissa Asks The Man Before Everything Happens "What Is Your Name" She Whispered, But He Didnt Reply, He Just Looked Into Her Eyes And Said Nothing, He Starts To Kiss Her Soft Smooth Neck, The Feel Of It Gave Her Pleasure That She Never Felt Before, He Pulled Off Her Robe Leaving Melissa In Her Bra And UndErwear, He Slowly Kissed Down Her Chest Towards Her Stomach While Softly Running His Fingers Along Melissas Neck. "Close Yours Eyes" He Says To Melissa, She Looked At Him Once More Then Closed Her Eyes, He Moved Back Up To Her Neck Brushing The Hair Away From Her Neck, He Took One Last Smell Of Her Beauty, Then She Screamed In Pain


Chapter 6


Melissa Layed There Screamin In Pain But Pleasure At The Same Time, The Man Was Biting Her Neck Hard, But Also Sucking The Blood Out Of Neck, She Soon Realised What He Ment By "Those Books Come To Life" Now She Didnt Know If She Wanted It Or Not, But It Seemed Like She Didnt Have A Choice As He Was Sucking The Blood Out Of Her Body, He Soon Stopped And Licked The Blood Of Her Lips, But The Sexual Pleasure Of Sucking Her Blood Didnt Stop, He Rubbed His Hands Down Her Chest, Massaging Her Breasts Softly, Melissas Nipples Had Harden From The Pain And Pleasure

He Slid Down Her Bra, Slowly Kissing Her Nipples While Rubbing Her Stomach Smoothly, A Short Moan Of Pleasure Shot Down Melissas Spine As His Lips Were Wrapped Around Her Breasts While moving his hands around her body and legs, the extremely incredible pleasure she was recieving was nothing she had either felt before, she didnt even think about the two bite holes in her neck

The More He Sucked On Her Breasts, The Further Down His Hand Went, Slowly Reaching Down To Melissas Panties And slowly pulling them off, leaving melissa completly naked, the pleasure she was making her nipples hard and her pussy wet and she didnt want him to stop, she felt like she was in heaven, her eyelids open and she sat up, she sat there alone she got up and looked around the house for "the vampire", she couldnt find him, she went back to her room, and found her book on the bed, she looked up and closed her eyes, realising it was all a dream, she went to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror, she turned the hot water on and washed her face, she looked back and wiped her face dry, she then noticed something on her neck, two bite holes


Chapter 7


What melissa thought was a dream was actally reality, she ran back into her bedroom looking around hoping it there was anything left behind, she found a note in her book saying "the more you read the better it feels" melissa was speechless, didnt know what to think or feel about on what just happened, all she knew was that she was biten by what she knew to be a vampire, but not a vicious one, but somewhat romantic, scary yet romantic, she remembered the soft touch of his fingertips running along her body, the massaging of her breasts, his pale skin and white hair.

melissa couldnt sleep at all that night, all she could think of is what happened, and what else would happen if she kept on reading her books, she read plenty of vampire books, but was this one differnt she thought to herself. the one thing she was most concern of was the bite, she knew it was there and was feeling it, melissa didnt know if she was going to become a vampire or not, did he suck enough blood to make her become a vampire as well.

she got out of bed and walked out to her bookcase where her collection of vampire and romance books were stored, she knew in each vampire book she girl got bitten and turned to a vampire, melissa decided continue reading her books and wait for the vampire to come back, so she got her back to her bedroom, picked her book up and continued reading each page, waiting for him to come back, even if she fell asleep dreamt about it again, melissa didnt mind, she had to see him again, to feel his touch, hear his voice


Chapter 8


Melissa Did End Up Sleeping That Night, When She Woke Up, She Didnt Wanna Go Outside or be in any part of the sun light, just incase she did become one, so melissa got up and carefully closed all the curtains and windows, she went into the bathroom and turned the hot water on for a shower, she took off her silk robe and got in, wetting her body and hair down, the water running down her body so smooth, her nipples were still hard from the night as the water dripped from them

she turned the shower off and wiped herself dry and walked out to her bedroom and got dressed into her tight jeans and white top, she walked out to the lounge room to make herself some coffee, as she walked pass the bathroom door, Melissa looked at the mirror and noticed the writing saying "I See You Like To Read" it didnt bother her though, she had something else on her mind, the vampire

Melissa Was desperate to see him again, she didnt care how long it took to feel his touch again, she walked into the kitchen and turned the kettle on, melissa knew she had alot of reading to do and didnt want fall asleep, so she knew was going to need some coffee, keep her awake and ready, she checked her mobile to see if she had any messages while waiting for the kettle, "hey mel, par-tay at my house, you gotta come :-P, love tina" melissa wasnt really interested in a party, she was more focused on her book, "Nah sorry, i got work the next day, next wkend" she replied back, melissa leaned back on the cupboard, lookin at her book, thinking of what could happen tonight


Chapter 9


Hours had passed when she started to read the book, melissa had gone through mostly every chapter until the final chapter of the book, and no one appeared, cept for the mail man but he just slipped the mail into the slot then left, he was so weird, he didnt where the useal work clothes, he would go around in the brightest clothes he could buy, along with the weirdest wigs, i guess he was a lonely guy, oh well, thats his problem she thought.

it was getting close to midnight, she stopped reading the book for an hour so she could fantasize about the vampire, everytime melissa thought about him, her nipples would go hard. she cleaned up around the house for a bit and had dinner, then went to her bedroom and turned the lamp on, melissa got undressed and into her purple silk robe again but decided to have no bra or panties, she got her book and layed down in bed and continued to read the final chapter of the book, melissa was so turned on from the book, she started to twist her nipples softly while reading.

she had just about finished the book when she got a phone call, she rushed out to get it but it stopped ringing, so she walked back into bedroom and closed the door, she turned around and stood there frozen, the vampire had returned, melissa wasnt scared though, she was waiting for him to appear, she moved towards him slowly, melissa reached out to his hand and softly grabbed it while the other hand was on his chest, his steel blue eyes looked into her eyes, he slowly pulled towards the bed and laid her down softly


Chapter 10


he took of his vest and stood next to melissa, her hands moved her hands up rubbing his stomach and chest as he slowly unbuckled his belt, she sat up and took her robe off and threw it to the side of the room, melissa looked into his eyes and asked again "what is your name? " he breathed into and whispered to her " my name is Nachtfeuer" melissa asks him what does it mean, he replies "it means nightfire"

she laid there naked, her nipples were harder then ever and she was so horny, she pulled him down and kissed him passionatly, tounges slid in and out of each others mouth, rubbing each others chest smoothly, lips massaged and bodys rubbed, He slowly slid down her body kissing down her chest towards to stomach

The Slut's Panties Ch.3

SnowTies on Supernatural Stories

Chapter 3

***Warning: This story contains a form of incest. It still fits this Genre, so here is the warning.***

Jessica ran her hands through her hair, collecting her thoughts. Her body was now sexier in every way, but would her parents notice? Sure, they wouldn't notice her large mess of pubic hair, at least not 'till the bathing suit weather, when a tight suit might give it away. Her boobs would be a bigger problem, pardon the pun. They were about a size and a half larger, and now her nipples were pierced too! She could probably remove the rings, but still, this wasn't good.

Pondering her situation, she looked around her room. On her nightstand was the fake cock that she had used beforehand, fragments of thought floating back to her. It was skin co
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lored, proportions matching what a large, thick cock would look like. Previously, when used, it had felt like she had a cock of her own.

Moving her mind back to her current situation, she started wishing she was someone else. Maybe the blonde girl, who had been the first body she had 'worn', and the body that she had received those mysterious blue panties in. Made of a blue, stretchy material, they formed around her body, outlining her clit, lips, and filling in her ass crack. However, they currently had taken on a crotch less form, but could even be manipulated into a thong. They seemed to absorb all sexual and sex related liquids, which brought around an unknown effect.

'Blonde. Why couldn't I still be in that blonde? I could do what I wanted, not have to worry about anything. Blonde!' Jessica thought these, over and over, picturing the blonde in her mind.

Suddenly, the blue panties grew tight around her body, and a soothing wave of comfort flowed through her body. Her eyes shut, trying to stay in the moment. The tingle slowly wore off, and Jessica opened her eyes. Her body felt curvier than it had before, and sitting up, Jessica looked at her body. Dark blonde pubes, a light fluff, sat above her pussy, and a blonde strand of hair fell across her face. Jessica's heart leapt, realization dawning on her.

She could change her body.

Screaming softly to herself, she began to wonder what else she could do. Getting up and running over to her drawers, she clawed through till she found what she was looking for. It was a powder pink t-shirt, which could stretch a bit to accommodate the heavier girls, or the busty babes. Sliding the shirt on over her head, she pulled it past her breasts, shirt clinging to the large mounds, nipples accentuated.

Hopping back onto her bed, shirt tight, she began to wonder what else she could do.

In her mind, a red head stood, with same hair as the second body. A large, red mess of pubic hairs covered her pubic mound, the hair thick, long, and everywhere.

Jessica paused, rubbing her stomach.

The red head's stomach was huge, but smooth. Pregnant. A bit of stretch marks lined the sides, but not enough to be a turn-off. Her breasts were large and heavy, nipples wide and dark, a small ring through each tit. Her pubic mound was large and fat, very top coming even with her stomach.

Jessica envisioned this, and closed her eyes as the tingle went through her body once more. Her shirt was growing tight, and as the tingle went away, she opened her eyes. Her round stomach stretched against the shirt, her nipples thicker than they were before, the shape of her nipple rings outlined perfectly against the light pink shirt.

She rubbed her hands against her stomach, the feeling odd to her. The large breasts felt heavy, full, a feeling she didn't know. She rubbed them, an intense shiver shooting through her. Just as one of her hands found it's way to her butt, the fat pressing against her bed, a knock rang out, coming from her bedroom door.

Jessica shook her head, slight double chin from pregnancy jiggling.

"Come in!" She said, no control over herself. What was she doing!? She was pregnant, naked, and currently a red-head. The door knob twisted, door opening slowly.

A man, black hair balding, muscled stomach contained by a white beater, stood at the door. Black curls of chest hair stood over from the top of his shirt. He had on lounge shorts, and no shoes.

"Hey, I'm home early, mom in b-?" He asked, opening the door. This man was Jessica's father.

Jessica laid there, her father staring at a pregnant, red headed body. She caught his eyes travel down to her exposed crotch, and saw a lump grow in his pants as he caught sight of her pussy and pubes. His eyes flicked back up, studying her face. She soon realized that he didn't recognize her, and that lump of his was still getting bigger.

Without even noticing she was doing it, staring at his hardening cock and licking her lips, she spread her legs, secretions flowing onto the bed. She took her hands and grabbed her shirt, pulling it up over her head. Her heavy pierced breasts flopped onto her chest, nipples pointing to the ceiling. Her hand was running through her pubes, but she took no notice. She was too enticed.

Her dad pulled down his pants, revealing a pair of smoke-grey Jockey shorts. A fat bulge was pressed against the fabric, its head poking out of the waste band. A line of precum wormed its way down onto the elastic band of the underwear, becoming absorbed.


Her first thoughts were "Hmm... What's dad doing home?" However, the first dirty thoughts in Jessica's mind were "Gee... Daddy has a fat cock. Wonder what he tastes like." Lost in lust, she poked a finger between her legs, scooping up some juice and tasting it. Her other hand held up a finger, beckoning him closer. Her dad walked across the room, more of his cock exposed. He knelt onto his daughter's bed and approached the pregnant red head that beckoned him.

He brought his head down to the hairy cunt that was leaking onto the sheets they had bought for their daughter's bed, and pressed his face into it, inhaling the scent of sex. His tongue slid out, licking the juices from her cunt, then sliding up the slit onto her clit, were he began to suck lightly.

Jessica placed a hand against her father's head, pressing him deeper. His face mashed against her fat mound, rubbing against her curly red hairs. He got back up, chin covered in juice. He stared at her pregnant form, taking in the beautiful sight. Jessica reached a hand down and grabbed his underwear, pulling it down hard. His cock sprang forward, pressing against her bush. Jessica rubbed it against her pubes, and then tugged it, pulling him onto her.

They lay side by side, facing each other. One of her father's legs was hooked over and around her ass. His mouth was against Jessica's, separating only for air. He cupped one of Jessica's sagging breasts, rubbing the nipple between his fingers. Jessica moaned as the white liquid dribbled out from her swollen tit, dripping onto her father's hand.

As she lay kissing him, she thought back to the time she saw him masturbating to a porno. Was it just a coincidence that her current form was a great likeness to the pregnant slut in the video? Her mind said coincidence, but a feeling said otherwise. How long had she wondered what it was like to be pregnant, or how good her father was in bed?

Brought back to reality by her other breast now oozing milk, she forgot her troubles and pressed against him.

She felt his hand caress her swollen stomach, a finger rubbing against her belly button. It slid down her stomach and into her groin, fingers intertwining with her red curls. It stopped just above her clit, a finger occasionally rubbing against it to Jessica's joy.

Then a finger, maybe the middle one, slid itself into her hot slit, pressing against her wet walls. Jessica whimpered, the feeling growing like a fever.

She reached down and pulled his hand away.

"Let's see if you can use that tool of yours..." Jessica said, her thumb rubbing against the head of her father's cock. She leaned back, her body sliding flat on the bed.

Slowly she raised her right leg, hooking it around her father's back, drawing him close.

Her father's cock was pressed against the opening of her slit. With a thrust of his hips, he was in. With a rhythmic slap of balls, he thrust into her. As the speed and pleasure increased, so did the tone of Jessica's moans.

"Ohh... Oh god... Oh god, daddy! Harder!" Jessica cried.

His hips began to thrust faster, the slap of balls occasionally being punctuated by a grunt.

"That's right, you pregnant bitch! Who's your daddy? Have you been a good slut?"

"Yesss... Oh god... Yes daddy!" Jessica moaned, mashing herself against him.

"Do you want to get me preggers, daddy? Get your whore of a daughter pregnant? Do you wish when you pop it in your wife's ass, it was Jessica's you were fucking? How bout all the cock's I've blown daddy? Do you want to fuck your daughter?" Jessica yelled, cumming hard on her father's cock.

"Yesssss!" Her father shouted, spraying deep into the fat cunt of Jessica. Jessica lay kissing him until he fell asleep, then got up and went out the door. She looked down the hall. To mom's room, or to Tony's? Mother, or brother, why not both?

Jessica turned around and went into her room, grabbing the life-like dildo from her nightstand. She then left her room, and looking both directions, began heading towards her mother's room.

Carefully, so the door didn't squeak when opened, Jessica snuck her way into her parents' bedroom. She now stood before the nearly naked form of her mother. She grabbed the dildo by the shaft and placed it against her clit, holding it still for a few seconds. A feeling of suction, then presto, a cock. Yet, this too had changed. It was enormous now, no where near what a normal, or for that matter large cock should be. It hung flaccid down to her knees, and Jessica always had long legs. She fondled it for a few seconds, and then stopped. She could feel all of it, that was good. Nothing numb. Closing her eyes, she concentrated.

When the tingle diminished, Jessica examined herself. She had short black hair, a porn star trim job downstairs, and wearing a pair of blue Jockeys. Her breasts were smaller, barely noticeable. Her body had made itself muscular, forming a six-pack and small biceps on Jessica's body. A sharp pain caused her to look down. Her enormous penis was crammed into the shorts, creating a massive, serpentine bulge that almost had to be triple-folded and was practically busting out of the shorts. She looked back at the form of her mother, who appeared to be sleeping. Rubbing her cock through her underwear, she got onto the bed.

She slowly put a hand onto her mother's breast, and squeezed lightly. A small smile formed at the corner of her mom's mouth, and a hand reached over against Jessica's shorts. It rubbed the form of the coiled, flaccid cock, and expertly guided it up and out of its containment. The shorts were at mid-thigh now, and Jessica's cock lay limp against her stomach, the cock's head resting between her breasts. Her mother's hand had soon begun to work the monstrosity to erection, and soon her mouth was lowered around the fat shaft, her tongue tracing the large purple top. Jessica lay there, enjoying the feeling of her mother's lips pressing down around the shaft of her cock, and the occasional line of spit dripping down and onto her balls. Her mother continued to blow Jessica for about three more seconds, before she stopped.

"Honey? Did you, like take any pills or anything? Your penis is gigantic!" Her mother asked, rubbing the wet cock with her hand. Jessica only grunted and guided her mother's hand up and down her cock.

"Well, whatever it is, I love it!" Her mom said, running her hand across Jessica's enlarged ball sack. "Even your balls feel bigger! Gawd!" her mom said a little loudly, and dove forward, shoving Jessica's cock to the back of her throat and down. She began pumping her head down harder, her throat contracting around the thick member. She pulled away and gagged, drooling over her daughter's ball sack. Her mouth moved to one of the large testicles and placed the whole thing inside her mouth. Her hand was working the shaft. After a few long strokes, she moved her mouth back over the cock and began to suck Jessica's dick once more. Yet again, she could only fit so much before she gagged. Jessica pressed her head downward, forcing her to take more.

In her mind Jessica was dirty. 'So that's where I get all my blowjob skills from... Mom you whore!'

She was brought back to reality by the growing swirl of pleasure as her cock twitched and exploded, shooting forth its creamy content. Her mother's mouth began to overflow from all the liquid, but still she swallowed the sticky load. Wave after wave, she continued to swallow, until Jessica's cock went limp in her mouth and she finally lay back. Jessica moved a hand down to the pair of moist cotton panties her mother was wearing and traced the outside of her lips. Good god, her mom was so hot down there.

"Mmmhh... Fuck me Derrick... Fill me up you stud." Her mother moaned, touching herself and writhing on the bed.

'Wait a sec... Who the hell is Derrick? Dad's name is Joseph! Oh my god... Mom's cheating on him! She think's I'm this Derrick guy... She's not expecting dad to be home 'til tomorrow! This is so fucking hot.' Jessica thought, her hand still massaging her mother's crotch.

Her mother's hand found its way to Jessica's cock, and worked its way up, moving across her stomach, then chest, where it stopped. It traced itself over Jessica's petite tits, rubbing them lightly. She had no idea that they were breasts at all! Pushing the hand's away from her chest, Jessica brought her leg over her mother's body, and pulled herself on top of her. Her cock was lying limply on her mother's stomach, coiling itself atop her belly button and snaking up towards her breasts. She brought the head down to her mother's oozing cunt and rubbed it against the wet cotton fabric. Like a snake, she pulled the top of the panties away from her mother's pelvis, and slipped her cock in, the massive shape outline against the tight material. She sat atop her mother's crotch, her cock tucked beneath the panties and herself, her own weight pushing it down against her mother's accepting slit. As if it had a mind of its own, the head of the phallus pushed against the wet lips, and slid itself in, slowly dragging the rest of it behind.

"Uhggghhg... fuck... it's not even hard... so deep... mmmhmm..." Her mother moaned as Jessica's cock slithered into her pussy.

'Hmm, Mom, where do you keep your toys?' Jessica wondered, looking at her night stand. She leaned off her mother and reached over quickly, pulling the drawer out and reaching in. She let out a quiet shriek and pulled her hand out, clasping the fat plastic object in her hand.

'Why mother, a butt-plug? You dog!' Jessica thought to herself, reaching back with sex toy in hand. Jessica's cock had begun to ooze precum, coating the walls of her mother's cunt with the slimy fluid. With the butt-plug in hand, she sat back down on her mother. Two more inches of cock had pulled itself in. With well muscled arms, Jessica lifted her mothers butt up, pulled her panties down to her ankles, and with a quick motion, placed the short, round plug beneath her ass crack. Jessica then lowered her mother onto the sex toy slowly, her mother's gasp telling her that the tip had made contact with her mother's anus. Slowly increasing pressure, Jessica pushed down on her mother's body, forcing her sphincter to spread wide to accommodate the fat plastic object intruding her.

A grunt, then a sigh. Her mother was lying flat on the bed again, no traces of butt-plug visible.

"Good girl." Jessica whispered. All her mother could do was moan and gasp. All the while, Jessica's monstrosity of a cock buried itself deeper, pumping layers upon layers of the slick coating on her mother's vaginal walls.

With strong hands, Jessica began to pump the limp cock that was buried in her mother's pussy. Looking down, she could see liquid flowing through veins, moving forth to fill the rest of the gigantic member.

Jessica had now positioned herself above her mother, standing on all fours like an animal. The cock continued to harden itself, and her mother gasped as her cunt was spread wider as the cock hardened. With her fully erect penis, engorged in her mother's slimy, begging cunt, all Jessica could do was oblige her mother's plea for more. Slowly, she moved her hips, starting at a nice, steady rhythm. Then, she began to pick up the pace. Her thrusts became faster, and juice from both her and her mother began to spray out of her mother's stretched cunt. Her balls slapped the bottom of her cock with an insane fury, and her mother's moans only made her thrust harder. In a muffled cry, she orgasmed.

Her massive cock was still, for a moment at least. Then her balls contracted hard, and her cock exploded forth, shooting waves of her cum into her mother's brutalized cunt. Even though Jessica had stopped moving, her penis pressed forward, pushing deeper and deeper into her mother, shooting itself wherever it could.

As the liquid slowed to a stop, Jessica sat up, her cock slithering itself out of her mother's abused, leaking cunt. Getting up off the bed, staring down at her mother's exhausted form, Jessica turned around and left the room, working her way out into the hall. All that was left was her brother.

First thing first, to get rid of this god-like cock. She pictured herself without one, and a tight tingle let her know something was happening. Looking down, she watched as the cock rose up and bent inward, the head pressing against her vaginal lips. Then, slowly it pushed itself inward, dragging along its body till only balls were left. With a light, audible pop, the rest of the cock detached and the phallus was gone.

Now, to Tony's room; upon entering his room, seeing his sleeping form covered in sheets, Jessica had a sudden revelation. She didn't know what turned her brother on! There was only one solution.

Porno hunt!!

She began to dig through his dresser drawers, shifting past a box of condoms, only to come up fruitless. However, a bright display of colored fish swimming across a black background caught her attention. His computer! She ran over and moved the mouse. Great! He forgot to log off. Moving the mouse and opening the web-browser, she quickly opened up his recent history.

She was appalled, yet she couldn't keep her hand from browsing a finger or two into her slit.

"Let's see here..."

Busty, toys, masturbation, odd/large insertions, lesbian, latex, anal, hardcore, deep throats, some pregnant stuff, celebs, a load of voyeur and up skirt, but it was the last site that shocked Jessica the most: a pure interest in incest.

"Well, I can sure try to accommodate all these, but let's stick with the good old fashion things I can do right here. Let's see... Wait! What if these lil' beauties I'm wearing can do more than just change my body proportions...? I could have quite a bit of fun..."

So, Jessica began to plan. 'Tony was into incest, so she quickly willed herself back to her normal form, back before she was blessed with the panties. Busty, closing her eyes, her breasts began to swell to somewhere around the 40EE range. Masturbation... The only toys she owned were the black vibrator and that amazing dildo the hid itself somewhere inside her.'

"Can't use the vibrator, 'else I'll be pulled into another body, and I don't wanna do that just yet. That only leaves the stuff mom has. I should check to see if she has anything else besides that butt plug that's still in her."

'Masturbation, not a problem. Odd and large insertions, looking around his room, she figured she could do it. If she couldn't find anything, she could always try and get that cock to come out and maybe use that. Hardcore, I can do that with him, same thing goes with anal. Deep throat shouldn't be a problem, but wait! What if I...' Jessica thought deeply. A tingle ran through her mouth, and she smiled. Sticking her tongue out, she almost touched herself when she saw the pointed tongue's length. It was about 5" long, and had an had an unusual coating, like a slimy spit or something.

"Pregnant and latex, I've got a plan for these. First, I'll get his attention from his door." A skirt appeared around her waist, the length short enough so the bottom of her crotch was just barely visible. Her stomach began to swell. She was nine months pregnant. "Then, I'll work my way to the bed, and begin to seduce him. From there, I'll ask him if he's into fucking." Her skin began to shine. A black tint began to cover her skin, working its way across her entire body; the only parts not covered being her mouth, eyes, asshole and cunt. The blue jockeys began to melt into a skimpy G-string, partially exposed due to the short skirt. "Then I'll blow 'em, maybe jerk him off a bit, let him feel my coochie, finger myself a bit." Her face wasn't discernable, a black shining mask, a face of a temptress. Her nipples pressed hard against the skin tight material, the smooth feel making her nipples harder every time she moved.

"Lastly, I'll take my mask off after a good fuckin', show him that he just popped his cock into his sister's oven, and then ask him if he wants to put it in my ass. Genius!"

She walked to the door and shut it, flicking the lock shut. Turning around and giving an audible cough, she posed herself, her cloth covered cunt just visible.

"Who th- who the fuck are you?" Her brother asked, half asleep but already starting to get erect. Jessica turned around, the black latex that covered her face made it impossible to tell who it was. Silently she made her way to his bed, crawling her way on top of him.

"Wha- what are you doing? Who are you?!" He yelled, shocked as this girl in black latex pulled back the covers of his bed, exposing his white briefs. His cock was creating a small tent, but she could still see that he had quite the large set of balls on him. 'Musta' got 'em from daddy...' Jessica thought, her hand rubbing the pair through the white fabric.

"Shh... You don't wanna wake your parents. After all, it's not like your not gonna hate what I'm gonna do to you." Jessica said, pulling his underpants down to his ankles. She took his cock and ran her hand up and down the shaft a few times, and then slowly, she lowered her mouth around it. Her tongue snaked out, coating his cock in a slick liquid. She inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. Soon, it'd get fun.

Jessica removed his cock from her throat, and sat up. Lowering her panties, she positioned her smooth cunt over the tip of his cock, and lowered herself, her vaginal muscles stretching to accommodate.

She bounced up and down, his cock her drive. Jessica pinched her clit hard and moaned, a bout of juice slimed down her brother's cock. Shifting herself, she made her brother could see her face when the time would come.

As her brother shot his load deep into her, Jessica laughed. She laughed long and hard. She reached up and grabbed the black latex, and slowly pulled it away from her face, squeezing her brother's cock with her cunt muscles at the same time he realized he was fucking his sister. His withering cock sprung back to life at this, causing his sister to give a surprised gasp.

"So, you wanna see what my tight little ass feels like? Maybe from the inside?" Jessica asked, removing herself from her brother's cock.

Getting on all fours, she thrust her butt out, welcoming whatever comes. Her brother scrambled up, his hand immediately grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them. Using both of their cum as lubrication, he quickly thrust his cock into her, the tightness making him see stars.

Jessica grunted in appreciation, thrusting her self back into him. The slapping of his balls soon being drowned out by Jessica's yips of pleasure, these yips were soon covered by the slapping of a hand on Jessica's ass.

He shot his cum deep into her ass, Jessica's pussy spraying its contents on the bed. Her brother fell back onto his bed, exhausted. Jessica lay next to him, fondling his cock until he was asleep. When he finally did, Jessica quickly got up and ran out the door.

"Finally, I've gotten all of them." Jessica said, making it to her bedroom. Creeping in, she grabbed her clothes, and snuck out, careful not to wake her father.

Making it to her kitchen, she tossed on her shoes and walked out into the night.

It was about 1 AM when the girl got to the store.

The Ghost inside our souls

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We knew something was up when our parents found a two and a half story house for $50,000.  With a full size basement and 50 acres of land as well, included in that tiny little sum.  The fact that it was in the New England countryside and that most small houses went for that amount made us ask why, and for a few weeks no one answered our questions.

There five of us besides our parents, my older sister Tiffany was 21, and still trying to find her way in life, a fine looking young lady if I do say so myself.

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="mso-spacerun: yes">  She was 5’11” 140 pounds and firm tight and tanned.  Blonde wavy hair to her shoulders and bright blue eyes made her face lovely, but her 38DD-23-36 figure was a knock out.  She was the only one of us that we considered to be beautiful. 

Sandra was next at 20, and slightly less attractive, Red Auburn hair accented with dark green eyes, freckles everywhere and I do mean everywhere.  She was 5’5” 150 pounds and her body style was pudgy, what else do call a figure of 36C-30-36.  She was sweet and kind and gentle to be around and that is probably why she decided not to go to college, she cared more about being nice than being boss.

Dana and I were twins, seniors in school and identical except for our nipples.  5’2” 110 pounds, both Blonde, both blue eyes, both with the same figure, 34-24-34.  She had pointy erect nipples half an inch outward and two inches around, I was the opposite, my nipple stood out erect almost two inches like small fingers and were slender.  Our other sisters called us the knob and the stalk.

Then came our baby brother Tyler, 5’3” 90 pounds and all boy, and then some.  He was a healthy good looking blonde headed kid.  We never really paid him much attention until one night when our parents were stranded in town some thirty miles away and a blizzard struck us from out of the blue.  The weather reports that day were for a chance of flurries no big deal right, well before sundown the tally was ten inches and by eight when our parents called before the phone and power went out they had 15 inches on the road and were expecting a foot or more.  We were okay and so were they, we had food and firewood loads of it as my dad wad a nutcase about being prepared.  Plenty of water and candles and the basement had a full size fireplace with old cooking utensils made for it, so we knew we could survive a month alone if we had too. 

Tiffany made fires in the upstairs and downstairs and put candles out in the holders all along the halls and the top and bottom of the staircase.  Sandra went down to the kitchen and took out all the fresh food and placed it in bags and then set it out on the back screened in porch.  It was colder than the frig and the stuff from the freezer she put in garbage bags and marked it and then stuck it off the back deck right into the snow to keep it frozen.  Dana and I got the big kettle downstairs and carried it to the basement and filled it with water and then placed it on the fire to warm it up.  Then we got all the blankets we could from the storage room upstairs and took them into Tiffany’s room so we could all have one each.

Tyler was no help to us at all; he was acting like he was frightened out of his mind.  It was just to get attention from his idol, Tiffany.  So we let him follow her around like a puppy while we fixed up the place.  The doors were locked up tight as were the windows.  We pulled out flashlights and batteries in case we needed them and then set up oil laps in each room and got them started as well.  Though it looked like a home from the 1700’s until this night we really never understood it. 

By nine that first night the power, land line phones and cell phones were all off the air and the satellite dish was useless.  The only hot water was what we heated downstairs in the main fireplace or in the basement in the big fireplace.    So we huddled in Tiffany’s room to stay warm and fed the fire logs as we began to chat and talk.

About eleven thirty we started to hear sounds from the first floor like someone walking around.  Sandra wasn’t ever afraid of anything and pounced out of bed and out the door and down the stairs before any of us could get her to stop.  That’s when they started on us.

Sandra had made the main sitting room entrance by the time Dana and I tip toed to the top of the stairs, Tiffany had Tyler around her neck so she couldn’t do much except to try and pry him off.  As we spied down the dark spooky staircase to the faint flickering candle at the base we heard Sandra call out, “Seems odd that the door is….Oh my god….Oh my god…No! No! No!  What the hell!”

We flew down the steps after her and as we did, a rushing wave of cold air blasted over us.  It seemed to flash past us and up the stairs like a whisk of fog ice cold to the body and soul.  I stumbled dragging Dana to the floor with me as we saw the flashlight Dana had been carrying roll out of the entrance to the room.  We were trembling as we crawled ever so slowly closer, and then we heard her gasping and moaning loudly.

She was locked in some sort of conflict and we were so afraid we couldn’t be of much help as we heard her exclaim, “Please stop…please…I am begging you no…Please stop…No…No…Help me…Help me…Help me…please make it stop before…before.. Before I…oh my god… No…No…”

I reach out took the flashlight and shinned it into the room.  As we crept in we saw the shadow of our sister with her arms spread wide apart as were her legs.  It came from the fireplace in the room as we knew she must be near it, so we crept to the door and peered in.  The instant we looked at her they saw us.  She was being tortured and tormented by some fog like vapor, a wisp of a being as it played with her now completely bare body.  Her breasts were being twisted and tweaked and tortured and as I looked at them it seemed to the world as if someone or something was gnawing on them.  Her rather large butt was flexing and dents were showing up and fading in her cheeks and thighs and the way her head was tilted back and the moan she made were chilling, but as we watched, we were frozen unable to speak or move only observe.

Her voice cracked as she called out, “Who are you…what do… what …What do you want...What…Why…are…you doing…this…to…me!”  The last word was screamed in a loud shuttering way followed closely by, “Oh my God I am going to cum…cum…hell yeah…oh yeah…fuck me…oh fuck me… fuck me you bastards…oh yes more... more… more…fuck me more.. Fuck me… fuck me!”

Dana was shaking like a leaf as she slid a hand around me and tried to pull me back, but it was too late.  The vapors swirling around our sister had found us, and as they approached us she was dropped onto the floor with a thud and a loud clamoring cry of pleasure came from her, “Oh don’t stop I need more of you.”

The wisp swooped next to Dana and as we were lifted by the hair of our heads our pajamas were ripped into shreds before our eyes.  We were hurled forward over the floor and about a foot off it to the fireplace.  My arms could feel hands gripping tightly on my wrist and my ankles as well.  I twisted in resistance as did Dana until the attackers began to twist and taunt my nipples outward and harshly.  I heard Dana cry out, “No leave us alone.”  Then I screamed for help but instead, Sandra stood up and slapped our faces and demanded, “Shut up you bitches, you will learn to do as we command of you.  Your stinking little bodies are now ours to play with and you will be quiet.”

With that she grabbed both of us at the crotch and began to squeeze and tug on our pussies.  When her fingers went up inside us, I gasped and Dana did as well and we tried to beg her to stop, but she only smiled and laughed evilly at us and continued on with her torture.  I could feel hands and mouths on tits at the same time and when I looked at Dana she cried out, “Donna they are fucking me.  I can’t make them stop.  I can’t make them stop.”

I knew exactly what she meant as they were fucking me in my asshole and with my older sisters hand now up to the wrist in my pussy they were also doing me the same way.  Sandra delighted in it as I think they were pleasing her at the same time.  As the pressures in my body built up I soon lost control and fear of what was going on in favor of the orgasm that was all but fully exploding as I shouted out, “Oh please don’t stop.”

Dana echoed my plea and added, “Oh take me and fuck me again and again.  Sandra kiss me you fucking fat slut and let me finally feel your sweet pussy on my mouth.”

That was a reference to a few months back before we moved.  Sandra had gotten drunk at a party one night and came home horny.  Mom was trying to calm her down and sober her up in the bathroom when Dana walked in on them.  Mom asked her to stay with her while she went to get some medicine from her bathroom.  As soon as she left Sandra took hold of Dana by her crotch begging to eat her and with no warning she yanked her into floor and ripped off her panties.  Mom got back in time to stop her from doing it but the thing is Dana wanted it.  I knew she was more sexually active than I.  I had caught her playing with herself many times at night and few times she had played with my body.  Tiffany always said my nipples were large because Dana sucked them every night while I slept, and it could be true, I really didn’t know then.

We were held up through a most fulfilling and erotic orgasm, my truly first fully depleting experience.  Dana and I were dropped onto the ground afterwards and as we were Sandra took control of us and pushed Dana on the floor on her back and me beside her.  She flipped our legs up and back and demanded we hold them there and without questioning her and if we were under a spell, we obeyed.  As she ate Dana, I looked over and saw how much she truly liked it.  I saw her pouting lips as she nibbled on the bottom one and her eyes flickering and fluttering and I wanted to taste her mouth so I looked into her eyes and begged, “Kiss me darling.”

We kissed deeply from the start and as our legs seem to hold themselves up and back our hands started fondling each others tits and nipples and soon we were lost in the lust of sex.  Dana was being eaten and I was wanting to be and when Sandra moved to devour my pussy I came streams and gushes of juices into on and all over her mouth and face.  All the while Dana was sucking on my tongue and then my nipples.

When Sandra devoured me fully she then rose and placed her wet soaked pussy onto my mouth and taking Dana by the head sent her mouth to my wet spot to eat me.  The three of us went wild and When it came my turn to eat Dana, she cried out in pleasure like never before I sucked her juices fully from her and then made her wild in a frenzy of lust.

Suddenly the fire went out and we were all alone in the dark.  Sandra and I struggled to end our devouring of Dana but it was hard to quit.  When we did Sandra found her flashlight and we relit the fire.  We heard the chimes of the grandfather clock strike three and realized we had been locked into this act for hours.  Naked and sexually hot as fire we waltzed out and up the stairs.  We went to Tiffany’s bedroom to find our little brother naked with Tiffany tied with rope over the cedar hope chest at the foot of her bed.  Her pussy drenched in cum was inviting us all to eat, and we each took turns on it.  We didn’t know then she was the only one who had resisted their possession of us.  She was begging for us to stop as Tyler moved to fill her mouth with his six inch cock.  He face fucked her when we ate her ass and pussy in a trio effect until he came in her mouth fully twice more. 

It was almost six by the time the four of us finished working her over, and as the faint light of sunrise peeked between the still falling snow flakes, we became very tired.  Tiffany was still tied over the chest as the three of us huddle din the bed and snoozed.  Tyler crawled into a blanket by the fire and fell fast asleep as poor naked abused Tiffany lay helpless tied to the chest naked and cold. 

The afternoon was almost over when I awoke to find my baby brother fondling my nipples and telling me, “You will be my bitch like the others.  These pointed tits beg to be sucked, if you swear to be my slave I will make them so happy.”

It was weird I could see his face but I could also see someone else as well.  It was like a faint image of another young man in some sort of melding.  Tiffany had been freed from her bondage and was trying to get Dana and Sandra to listen to her as I asked Tyler, “Who is that inside you?”

He slapped my face and growled angrily at me as he said, “Now you have made me as mad as they, all four of you bitches will pay.”

He pranced out of the room and slammed the door behind him.  I sat up and looked at Sandra who was bruised and covered in bite marks on her body.  Dana was as well and she had some really odd blue marks on her butt.  Tiffany was trying to dress them in warm clothes as she told us, “I know what’s going on here.  I found out about the truth a few days ago and I tried to keep it from you, but you have to know now.”

We huddled on the floor next to fireplace as I saw the same marks all over my body.  Sandra rapped a warm blanket over my naked body and as Dana slid beside me, from under it her hand crept to rest on my inner thighs and gently stroke along my outer pussy lips.

Sandra moved beside me and started slip a finger inside her own pussy as Tiffany started to tell us what was happening. “Two hundred years ago a family like ours built this house.  The father and mother were killed by an Indian raid and the children were tortured to death by the Indians.  All except the youngest boy, he escaped and lived in the cellar for almost ten years alone.  He made a pact with a demon according to the townspeople and then he began to raid the farms and take young women as prisoners.  When they finally caught him, he had nine or ten naked young girls chained, bound and beaten in the cavern below the basement.  He was hanged for what he did in the front yard in the big oak tree.  Then after that anytime anyone moves in here they start to have problems and over the last hundred years no one has lived in this house longer than one full year without going insane, being murdered or doing worse to someone else.  Now you know why the kids at your school treat you so weird.  They’re afraid of us and this house.  If we don’t get out of here soon, we may never live to regret it.”

“Well why don’t we walk out of here now,” I exclaimed as Dana toyed a little more with my pussy lips.

“There is about 30 inches of reasons outside,” Tiffany said referring to the snow.  Then she added, “Last night the spirit of the boy took Tyler over, and then the girls took you three over.  You have to resist it.  You can now that you know the truth; it was the ignorance that let them have a foothold on you.  You have to fight the urges they are filling you with.  They’re not real it’s not real and it’s not right.”

I was sitting there listening as Dana got her finger inside my pussy and slid it in and out briskly.  I knew Sandra appreciated what she was doing and as I started to enjoy it, Tiffany pushed Dana away and pulled Sandra the opposite way and snapped out, “You have to stop that.  You can’t let them control you or we are lost.”

Now I admit I heard what she said, and I knew I should have followed her advice but when Tiffany moved close enough to me and urge to kiss her flew over me and I pounced on her and started to force my tongue in her mouth deeply.  She was pushing me backwards as Dana grabbed her arm and right boob and started to suck it and hold her back, Sandra took the left side and we soon had her on her back being assaulted by the tree of us.  I found my pussy needed her mouth and I slammed it on her, at first nothing happened other than I ground it up and down on her lips and nose until I felt a flickering and then a swirling and suddenly she was devouring me and I enjoyed it fully.  The sudden converting of Tiffany was unexpected and as I felt her lips and mouth suck my juices out.  I forgot all she said, as did we all.  When Tyler walked into the room naked and hard and up to my face, he snapped out, “Okay bitch are you mine or do I have to beat you some more?”

I begged him like a dog, “Please beat me, beat me, fuck me, and fuck me like a dog.  Make me your slave and fuck me all the time.”

He pulled me off Tiffany as he did Dana assumed my position on her face as Sandra moved between her legs.  Tyler led me to the hall and then down to the basement and when we had finally come to the right place he pushed on a block and the wall opened to reveal a passage way under the house.  I was led through the narrow wet rock walls to a small open area and then chained over a flat boulder by him, where he began to fuck me in the ass like a dog.  He came in me rather quickly and then without warning brought it to my mouth to clean for him. I did as he wanted and when I finished cleaning it up he went back around behind me and did my pussy twice in a row.  Then I was alone and cold in the darkness still bound and horny.  I found myself crying out for attention and for sex.  I was begging to be taken by anything or anyone there.  After a very long time alone I feel asleep.  I have no ideal how long I was there like that, I awoke to find myself bound but no longer over the cold stone but on the semi cool dirt floor and I was spread wide and by the way I as unable to move I think bound to the floor.  I was like that for what seemed like forever. 

Finally from the darkness came a flickering candle held by Dana and as she approached me I began to beg her to release me.  She did and when I was free we hugged tightly and I began to devour her all over.  I had kissed, bitten and nibbled on her body and finally drug her to the floor and ate her pussy until she filled me completely.  Then I offered my own and she accepted.  We went on like this for hours.  Then she led me up the passage way and into the basement.   The candle she had was all but spent and as she replaced it with an old lantern we went upstairs.  It was dark and we came to the bedroom door of my sister’s room.  When it opened I expected to see the others there but we were alone.  Dana and I sat down by the fire and warmed ourselves as she filled me on what had happened.  “Tyler went crazy and tried to kill Tiffany.   Sandra and I had to tie him up and lock him in the closet downstairs.  Tiffany and Sandra were scared they stayed down there at the door all last night guarding it.  Along about daybreak I awoke to find them beaten bound and tied to the wall.  They had been abused like never before by someone else.  Tyler is still in the closet locked safely away.  This morning when I finished doctoring them, I managed to get my cell phone to work and I called mom and dad and told them what was going on.  They are going to get us by morning.  We will finally get out of here.”
”Where are they now?” I asked.

“Tyler is in the closet, cold and lonely but safely tucked away.  Tiffany and Sandra are resting in the bedroom downstairs by the kitchen.”  Dana said as she slid beside me and snuggled me tightly like a teddy bear.

“How did you know where I was?” I asked as I placed my head on her shoulder.

“Hey we’re twins remember.  I used my instincts to find you,” Dana said as she kissed my cheek, and then with a cool little nibble on my ear lobe she said, “Now before they get here it’s confession time.”

I looked at her and smiled and said, “What’s that?”

“Okay then I will go first chicken little,” she sniped out at me.  Then with a long pause she said, “You know before any of this happened, I have to tell you I had already played around with you at night while you slept.  It’s true, the ghost may have been able to get you to relax enough to enjoy it, but I was always wanting it and you.”

I looked up and asked her, “Did you really suck on my nipples to make them this big?  IS that why Tiffany always scolded you about them?”

Dana smiled and replied, “Well, Donna you are a sound sleeper, we all knew you were.  We all knew so much so that we helped it along with sleeping pills.  That’s why you never knew how much we all wanted you.”

“You keep saying we, Dana, what do you mean we, I thought you were the one who was doing it,” I asked.

“No not just me, but Tyler and me have been sucking and playing with your nipple since he was weaned off mom.  I trained him how to suck you in your sleep and fuck you as well.”  She said smiling at me as her hands came inside my blanket and played along my chest and lower breast.  Her hand slid down my body and a finger tickled my clit as we kissed and then she said, “If you could have seen him fucking your pussy a month ago while I sucked your tits what would you have done?”

I was so horny anyway from the past few days, so I let the truth out, “I would have gladly let you both take me.”

Smiling broadly at me she whispered into my ear as her finger entered inside my clit, “Wonderful, I will hold you to your word.  The next time I will make sure you are awake.”

With that we made love until the wee hours of the morning.  When the sunrise hit the snow had begun to melt by ten the next day our dad showed in a snow plow and took us all away from the house.  He thought it was all over with.  So did the others.  Everyone except Dana and I and maybe Tyler.  We had other ideals.

My Sexy Phantom Ch. 02

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It was a wonderful day in her world. Once again there was peace and a feeling of tranquility that warmed her all over. Days like these made her feel good about being alive, knowing that everything was right in the world. Like that tingly feeling you get after you bite into a particularly wonderful chocolate truffle.

"Well, Mandy, just pick one already." she said, laughing into her phone. Her cat Jangles was curled up on her lap, licking happily at her hand like it was some sort of tasty treat.

She was sitting in her over stuffed Lay-Z-Boy, the television on mute as she watched the home shopping network and talked to her best friend. Mandy had just gotten finished telling her about some cute guy who had asked her out for dinne
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r tonight. Her friend was so excited that she couldn't chose which color dress to wear, when normally it was Mandy instructing Alex on style.

"But I don't know which one looks best! I reeeally like this guy, Alex. Please, please, please, puh-lease help me!"

It was Mandy's luck that Alex couldn't think straight right now, either. What with Lucien picking on her every few seconds. She shivered at the feel of his fingers on the back of her knee, using a newspaper to swat at the area in front of her. Damn him for being a Phantom! She couldn't see him at all during the day.

"Okay, okay." Alex answered to the girl's begging, twirling the cord of the phone about her finger as she stuck her tongue out in the direction of Lucien. "Why don't you wear the red dress? Red is always pretty on you."

"But Alex!" her friend whined. "I don't want to look 'pretty'! I want to look gorgeous!"

"You will lo..." she had to bite her bottom lip so she didn't giggle, moving the phone away from her face as she squirmed in her chair. The guy was going after her feet again! Pulling her legs in, she sat on both feet and flung the newspaper at him again, mouthing for him to stop before going back to her friend. "You will look gorgeous, hon."

"How do you know that?"

A shiver ran down her spine at the tickle of fingers running along her jaw line. She sucked in a deep breath of air and scooted herself further into the chair before replying, leaving a disgruntled cat to prance off in offense of her bothering it. "You always look gorgeous, Mandy. It's what you do!"

A whimper escaped her lips as a mouth came over her ear, sucking and nibbling at it. It was very, very distracting. So distracting, in fact, that she hadn't heard what her friend had said.

"Alex? Alex, are you listening?"

She shook her head, her eyes half closed as the mouth moved lower to suck the skin beneath her ear lobe. "Yeah... Mandy, I'm listening."

Her friend seemed to hesitate before a mischievous voice took the place of nerves. "Whatcha doin'?"

Lips began moving down her arm as she blushed guiltily and coughed to cover up the sound of her voice. "Nothing."

"Oh, really?" Her friend paused as if to point out the lie. "Mmm... Okay, lovey. I'll be heading out soon. I'll call you later and tell you all the juicy details." There was a distinct sigh in her voice.

"Okay.... Remember to keep your phone on, and call the cops if things get weird." she said softly, her mind wondering to what he was doing with her hand. Whatever it was, it was definitely wonderful. She sighed in apreciation and mentally kicked herself for being so turned on.

"Don't worry, I will. Love you doll face." The dial tone sounded and she hung up the phone.

"Damn it, Lucien." she growled half heartedly, closing her eyes and laying her head back on the chair. "Must you do that while I'm trying to talk on the phone? It's distracting."

"You could always give in and let me do as I wish." a male voice whispered on the wind, fingers grabbing at the front of her shirt and tugging on it. "Come with me to the bathroom, sweetheart."

"Must I?" asked Alex, tilting her head and biting her lip. "It's so comfy here." Crossing her arms, she unfolded her legs and placed her feet on the coffee table. Maybe body language would convince him she wasn't going to move an inch.

She thought wrong.

An arm moved about the middle of her back and another was placed beneath her knees as she was scooped up from the chair in one swift movement. She squealed, writhing about as she found herself digging nails into something that was not there, at least not to the eye. "Put me down! Put me down." she said quickly, eyes wide as saucers. "You know it frightens me to feel like I'm floating, even if I'm not."

Laughter greeted her protects, a hand firmly grasping her waist as she 'floated' to the door of her bathroom. The door swung open to reveal her wonderfully huge bath tub, filled to the brink with pink fluffy bubbles. The room smelled like vanilla and lavender. She figured the vanilla was probably due to the candles burning brightly about the tub.

A moment later she was set lightly on her feet in front of the tub, her shirt being pulled gently up over her head to reveal a dainty pink lace bra. Next came her jeans, sliding to the floor to reveal matching g-string panties.

She couldn't stop the man, so why should she bother to try?

Blushing prettily, she looked up to search his face but remembered his phantom state. "It's not fair that I can't see you." she pouted, the straps of her bra sliding down her arms, unsnapping to fall at her feet.

"Sure it is." Amusement dripped from his voice as fingers slid over her chest to prod the delicate pink of her nipples.

She could feel her wetness dampening the inside of her very tiny panties. "You get to enjoy the touch of my hands all the better. Just think of it like.... a blindfold." He removed her panties before his mouth lowered down on her breast, lavishing attention on it as he proceeded to wrap her legs about him and carry her the rest of the way, until she were writhing in a sea of bubbles.

Gasping for breath as he finished his assault on her other breast, his mouth trailing down the planes and valleys of her abdomen, she arched against the feel of a sponge against her bottom. Slowly, torturously the sponge worked into the sensitive mounds of her cute ass, working its way down each thigh and back up against.

A tongue dipped itself low into the crease of her belly button, sending shiver upon delightful shiver up and down her spine. He worked his tongue in and out of it, every joy she experienced revealed on her beautiful face, every pleasure she felt sounded aloud with a moan. He worked the sponge down her long legs in slow circles, going carefully over the inside of her knees, her delicate ankles, and her toes. It spread soft soap on the flat of her stomach, circled her breasts, all over every inch until she felt like a piece of clay to mold to his will.

"How are you, dearest Alex?" Lucien whispered huskily into her ear before circling it with his tongue. His teeth began to pulse about the flesh at her ear lobe, setting the sponge aside before he circled her thighs with his hands and grabbed her ass to massage it deeply.

"Mmmm" Was her only response, her lashes creating half crescents on her cheeks, her breasts lifting and falling to each breath she took. She was so relaxed she could barely find the time to think. Her skin tingled and crawled with the need for release, yet she didn't want to move an inch.

She was slowly lifted from laying against the side of the tub, being moved so that her back faced her phantom lover, his hands wrapping about her waist as he slid her down his front. His feet linked about her ankles, his mouth whisper soft against the side of her neck, his voice as soothing as his gentle touch. "Relaxed, sweetheart?"

She didn't have time to respond as he finally found the perfect moment, taking the opportunity to plunge his hard erection into her tight ass before she had time to tense up. His grunt was followed by a moan of her own, fingers softly tickling the skin of her sides.

It was an extremely odd sensation, to be filled there. Her face was flaming red with embarrassment, even as she knew the action exceedingly turned her on.

He nuzzled the side of her neck, staying as still as he could inside of her as he allowed her to adjust to the new feeling. "Stay relaxed and it won't hurt." he murmured, moving a hand to grab her wrist, guiding her hand lower on her body until he shoved two of her fingers beneath the soft folds of her pussy.

She gasped at how slick she was and a moan escaped her lips as the pads of her fingers ran over the swollen skin of her labia. She wanted to move on his cock, but he held her lower body still in his strong hands, lips sucking at the beads of water on the back of her shoulder. It seemed a long time indeed that all he did was nibble at her skin, allowing her only to play with herself and nothing more.

He was so annoying sometimes, she concluded as she bit her lip.

Frustration coiled inside and out as she rubbed at the ache and struggled to move. No matter how she strummed her fingers against her erect little nub, she couldn't cum with him just sitting there. He could very much see the look on her face in his mind through the distinct whine in her voice. "Lucien" she cried, wiggling in his arms, her voice breathless. "Fuck me already!"

"Ah." He laughed against her ear, hands tightening about her waist. "Sweet little Alex wants me to fuck her in the ass?"

"Yes!" She moaned, grinding her hips down against him as hard as she could.

He groaned in response, his hands moving down her soft skin to grip at the cheeks of her ass as he moved himself inside of her. The pressure was enough to make him explode without any real effort on either of their part, but he gritted his teeth and held it in.

Alex slid her slippery fingers across the bubbly sheen above the water, grasping the side of the tub and gripping at it for leverage. Her breathing came in short, fast gasps as she kept the rhythm in which her phantom commanded, the feeling both hurting and feeling so, so good. It was the oddest kind of torture. Especially with the sensation of soft foam popping about her shoulders and swollen breasts, the water caressing her skin and the smells tickling her nose.

It was a total sensory experience, and she wanted more.

"Hold on." Grunted a male voice, the movement being stopped for the moment. The hands stopped stroking the cheeks of her ass and she moved her head to look behind her. There was nothing she could see moving, opting an empty bottle of shampoo she hadn't thrown away the other night, moving around in the air on its own and into the water.

"What's that for?" She asked Lucien curiously, moaning softly as his shaft shifted inside of her. Her eyelids drooped closed as she sucked in a breath, fingers running lightly up and down the folds of her pussy. One slowly slid in between, flicking against her clit, then two, her legs shaking and her voice catching on whimpers of pleasure as she rubbed against his hand.

The slick press of plastic moved against her thigh as he sunk the two fingers and his hard erection as deep as he could, sighing in a content purr of appreciation as he circled both naughty holes. "Since I don't have two cocks to fill both this," he jerked his hips, thrusting his cock in her ass and getting a cute moan in response from her "And this." He shoved his fingers deeper, curling them to prod at the skin of her g-spot.

"Ohhh. Yes." She arched her hips, her head rolling back as she rocked her hips. "That does sound like a reasonable use."

"Indeed." murmured Lucien, slowly inching his fingers out of her and trailing them to her other pleasure spot. He grasped the head of the bottle, prodding her front entrance with the smooth end as he slid it in, till she couldn't possibly take anymore. He heard her gasp and half choke on his name. "Does that feel better, kitten?"

"Nnnn huh" She could barely respond, her hands sliding off of where it had gripped the side of the tub as she limply leaned against his chest. Her soft, delicate hands slid down his arms to rest on top of each hand, guiding him to what she wanted. She showed him how to move his fingers, shoving them down onto her clit and pushing them in a criss-cross motion.

Once he had gotten the pattern down, she let go of his hands and dug her fingers into the flesh at his thighs. Her bottom lip was swollen red from where she bit down, her entire body shaking and bucking. Between the pleasure of being pumped in both holes, and the pressure of his fingers against her sensitive clitty, she was in ecstasy beyond belief.

She couldn't think worth a damn, and at the moment, who cared? The only reason she lived was to be used as a toy by this man and this man alone. The only passion in life being the pleasure he gave her. "Nnnn Nnnn Nnnn.... God.... Yes, yes!"

"Do you like that, baby?" he asked on a groan in her ear, leaving her taught little nub so that he could grab at her long hair, yanking her head to the side possessively.

"Mmmmm." Alex moaned, attempting to nod her head even though he had it immobilized. "Yes."

He moved his lips to the base of her throat, murmuring softly against her skin. "Almost ready to cum for me?"

She gasped, her body shaking and bucking uncontrollably as she tried to hold on to reality without giving up an ounce of heaven. She felt like she was going to be swallowed by a deep black hole and never see the light of day again. "Oh. Lucien. Yes! Please?"

"Who's... The... Best?" Lucien asked, one word being spoken after each thrust he made. His cock was ready to burst, but he wanted to play this sweet little game. At least for a moment or two.

"You are."

He grinned, pleased to no end that she'd said that. Even if he had known she wasn't about to say someone else. Who would at moments like these?

Okay. This must stop, Alex thought as she whimpered pathetically. She needed to cum. "Now!" she growled, grabbing the shampoo bottle from him and throwing it out of the tub before clinging to him so hard that he could only move his arms.

He wrapped them tight about her shapely figure, panting, his heart beating frantically. Burying his nose into the sweet curve of flesh between her neck and shoulder, he placed his lips about the skin and bit down. Not enough to bruise, but hard enough to pierce the skin.

She responded in a wave of exquisite tension. Her ears were throbbing from a scream she couldn't keep from slipping from her lips. Her face was flushed, her arms limp, her lower body shaking so bad that water was spilling out all sides of the tub. The pleasure was so white hot, that she forgot who she was.

A few moments later, or a lifetime, she found herself staring at the water, watching all the purple colored bubbles disappear like magic. She was contentedly snuggled in his arms, and didn't want him to let go.

"You never want it to end, do you?" Alex asked Lucien on a whisper, basking in the silent, awesome strength of his male body, even while his cock still filled her bottom.

"No, baby, but all good things must end." He licked at her soapy shoulder tenderly.

"Why, Lucien? Why must they end?"

He laid his cheek on her forehead and was silent for the longest moment, rocking with her in his arms. "Because," he said at last, kissing her on the nose. "If they never ended, we'd have nothing new to look forward to."

The Goddesses of Sex - part 4: Sashiko

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My body was completely motionless, for the first time in at least an hour. I felt my breathing leak out of my half-open mouth, I might have been drooling a little … into Leslie’s soft, long blond hair.

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Again I felt as if I could go to sleep, lying on top of her with my limp penis still penetrated into her ass.

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Leslie’s small body was also still, her breathing quiet and even, her hand pressed close to mine between her warm right breast and the bedspread.

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My mind wavered. Beds, naked women … willing women, beautiful faces, hair, long legs, bulging breasts, dripping juice between their legs. I’m in a delirium. Legs spread wide open. “Suck me, Seth.” “Kiss me.” “Fuck my pussy.” “Fuck my ass.” “Let’s get naked, Seth.”

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Back to reality … if this was real. Leslie was stirring under me.

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Then her voice drifted up, low and breathy, slurred a little, but clear and sultry. “You liiiiike?”

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My mouth was dry. I tried to speak. “Mm-hmm.”

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Leslie was silent, again hardly moving. With my hand I felt her heart beat quickly through her breast — a throbbing, fast beat — she had been busy for the past hour. We both had.

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“I don’t want to let you go,” she muttered. “Even now, you inside me … it feels so good up my ass. I don’t want to let go.”

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Somehow without saying it, I knew that she knew — like I had before, with the previous two, I would be leaving Leslie, walking back outside with her and choosing another partner.

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“You were amazing,” she whispered.

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Then she moved, with me still mounting her, and I braced my knees against the bed and pulled up … my flaccid penis slid slowly out of her asshole and finally released from her suction with a wet pop. Apart from her, I leaned back on my knees and let Leslie get up under me; she pushed her long blond hair behind her shoulders, then her bare legs went over the edge of the bed and she stood up and turned, then bent over, gathering her clothes.

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I got my knees over the side as well and I retrieved my shirt from the floor.

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Leslie’s petite, naked body came closer and she sat down beside me, holding her denim skirt, panties, bra and small pink shirt in her hands. She stroked her wet vagina softly, then looked up at me. “We both need cleaning up.”

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I smiled. “How will you do it?”

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Leslie gave a nod, and I felt my penis hairs tickling — I looked down. The cum slathered there was pulling up, still in liquid form, and the mass jiggled just above my penis in space, as if in zero gravity … Ashley had cleaned up her chocolate some time ago, the same way.

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The juices and cum were peeling off Leslie’s genitals as well. She lay her clothes aside, then spread her legs and hips wide and her vagina opened wider, the whitish blob hovered there and then the cum that had cleaned itself off me flew over to her and joined with her suspended mass — then it all jerked down to between her legs.

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“Mmm. Ooohh.” Leslie spread her legs wider and I watched as the cum flowed back into her, all of it, hers and mine together, and it gurgled and slurped as it rushed in.

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I reached over and brushed my hand through the shrinking blob, felt it stick to me for a moment but instantly it cleaned itself off. Then I touched Leslie’s inner thigh and then the mouth of her bare pussy as the cum sucked the rest of itself into her.

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“Mmmm.” She looked up at me. “I always enjoy that part.” Her eyes drew down, staring at her vagina, then she looked back into my eyes. “Of course, with you, there was a lot more to clean up.”

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Even though I was tired, too tired to crave her sex anymore, I couldn’t help but stare at her face. Maybe she said that to every one of her partners — this was like her job after all, right? — but I still felt as though we had shared something very special together.

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For a second I saw her differently … she was a goddess, but also a sweet girl, with beautiful face and hair and a kind disposition, but also of course with a hot body and the attitude and willingness of the sluttiest harlot.

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Leslie’s fingers were wiggling over something in her pussy? I looked closer as she said, “I think this is for you. Pull it out.”

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Perplexed, I reached down, touched her fingers and then whatever it was — a corner of what looked like white fabric, sticking out of her small crack. I pulled and it slid out easily, more fabric, Leslie cooed softly and leaned back on her hands as I pulled it further and it gooshed out from her, the material widened and I saw a seam and a hole for a leg, and I recognized it.

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“Mmm.” Leslie giggled. “It’s a little present for you. Your own underwear.”

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She had made it disappear before. I laughed as it released and fell out of her pussy, then I held it up before my face. It was clean and dry, and I moved it closed to my nose and breathed in — it smelled of her cum.

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“Yes.” Leslie lowered her voice. “I’ve left my mark on you.”

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We got dressed. Leslie stood up in front of me, her back to the nearby wall, and slipped into her panties first, then stepped into her skirt and pulled it up. I got into my underwear, found my shorts on the floor and put them on, just as Leslie was pulling on her bra — she was going in reverse order from how I had undressed her.

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She had the tiny white bra over her shoulders and then fastened it behind her back — then, she carefully wrapped the material exactly around her breasts. While she pulled her tight pink skirt over her head, I was tucking my shirt into my shorts and fastening the belt, and I leaned back to watch as Leslie adjusted her shirt around her covered boobs, then stretched her chest forward, ensuring it remained tight.

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I stood up, just before her. “Leslie … you were amazing. Incredible … thank you.”

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She smiled. “You will come back, right?”

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“Absolutely.”

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Then Leslie stepped forward and hugged me, her arms around my back and then running up and down over my butt, and I embraced her tightly with my arms around her shoulders.

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She pulled back and we went for the door. “Who are you choosing next?” she asked.

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“I don’t know. Only two left, right?”

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“Nope.” Leslie grinned. “More than that, but they’re just not here right now.”

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We stopped there and faced each other again, and I bent low, knowing what to expect. Leslie threw her arms up over my shoulders and drew me close, found my lips with hers and kissed me, softly, passionately, no open mouth or wet tongue like before but just a sweet, almost innocent, goodbye kiss …

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And one that also restored my sexual vigor and slowly I felt my senses … or lack of senses … return. Leslie was a bombshell. I had just watched her strip, then I had sucked her vagina and then fucked her, then we had both performed oral sex on each other at the same time and then I had fucked her ass … she was incredible!

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I almost wanted to hold her as her lips let go of me, then take her back to the bed and peel off all her clothes and do it all over again. But I resisted. She was a killer in bed, and I would come back to her, but not yet. As Ashley — or was it Melinda? — had said earlier, it wasn’t fair to the others.

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And they’re out there waiting for me. The incredible real-life fantasy experience of this was way past breathtaking.

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Without a word, Leslie opened the door and we went out, back into the main room, with the couches and big-screen TV. The TV was silent now — it had been showing football, but I supposed Leslie and I had been in there through at least two quarters.

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We came in between the couches and Leslie sat down, crossed her legs and leaned back, her eyes closed. I looked around — neither Melinda nor Ashley were there, only the brown-haired beauty in the skin-tight leatherish bodysuit — Courtney — and the Asian girl in her bathrobe, sitting at the other end of the couch.

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I heard Leslie exhale softly behind me.

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“Have a good time?” Courtney asked me.

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I smiled. “Yeah, definitely.”

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“Good. She’s good at what she does.”

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I looked back. Was Leslie asleep? It looked like she was.

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“She always does that after her sessions,” Courtney said. “Takes a lot out of her.”

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She almost seemed smart-aleck about it.

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“I thought she was wonderful,” I said.

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“She is sweet.” The Asian girl smiled. “She gives it her all, but it is work for her. And she loves it.”

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“What was your name again?” I asked her.

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She smiled wider. “I am Sashiko. I am the swimmer, remember?” She shifted on the couch, adjusted her thick blue bathrobe over her bronze legs — under her neck the V in the material plunged deep, revealing her deep bustline. “Do you remember what I can do?”

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“Not exactly.” But she was very pleasant to look at — exotic.

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“I can swim,” Sashiko answered. “You will be amazed at my abilities if you take me next.”

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“You can be amazed at her later,” Courtney interrupted — and she stretched, her arms over her head — even her hands were encased in the bodysuit, and I watched as her black-sheathed breasts protruded out to me, nipples retracted but clearly outlined. “Leslie, Sashiko and all the rest stay the same person, Seth.” Finally she leaned back but thrust her hips forward — the material did crease into folds, between her legs. “I can clone anyone. Imagine it. Remember Heather, Seth? Heather, from school? Those days in the office when she was talking dirty or wearing those sexy jeans and tank tops?”

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I felt my heart stop.

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“Remember how you wanted her right then, and were ashamed of it?” Courtney grinned saucily. “Don’t be shocked. We’ve been watching you for weeks and that’s how we know, and that’s why you’re here. We know a little about what you’ve been dreaming of. That’s how I know.

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“But I can replicate her, Seth. I can take you back to that day in the office. This time, no one will be there. She’ll seduce you eagerly.” Eyes narrowed. “And you two can fuck on the couch in the office.”

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My god. I wanted that. I wanted it so bad. Ultimate fantasy …

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I turned to Sashiko, who was standing up, and her wide, narrow eyes were quietly staring at me … then I looked down as she drew up her bathrobe, exposing more of her legs. No way — and she had the most fantastic legs I had ever seen. Trim, shapely and very wide hips, much wider than Leslie’s — although she was still very petite. She pulled the robe further up, past her hips and it had to be … there, I saw blue, between her legs, and Sashiko let go of the robe and let it fall almost to her knees again.

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She said nothing. Only looked at me. But I wanted to see more.

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I felt thoughts of slender, large-breasted Heather in the office drain from my mind.

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“Seth.” Sashiko spoke quietly, demurely, in her musical voice. “Please let me take you to my world. I promise you will not be disappointed.” She smiled, her tan lips revealing perfect teeth. “I do not want to tell you much and spoil the surprises. But I will tell you, you will be in awe …” She looked down at Courtney, who almost sneered up at her. “Even if I stay the same person and if my body stays the same.”

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But what a body.

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“Courtney,” I said. “Can you wait?”

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Courtney was scowling, but then her expression softened and she shook her head. “Sure. Take your time — it’s your decision. But I’ll be waiting.”

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Sashiko glided closer to me, padding on bare feet on the carpet. Without speaking she took my hand and started — I followed her around the couch and glanced back to see Courtney watching, then she turned away — and then I looked forward to Sashiko. Her lithe body, inside the robe, almost floated over the floor, silent, and I watched her gently sloping curves shift with her motion. Exotic.

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Sashiko opened another door and I smelled moist, fresh air before I saw what was inside. A huge room, dim yellow light from a low ceiling, and pale blue walls … and a swimming pool, large and full of rippling blue water … oh man. It was shaped like a kidney, with wide steps in the center leading down into it, and in the inset area was a small table with a glass top and umbrella, and what looked like a wide, blue plastic recliner.

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I breathed deeply, not saying anything — and Sashiko led me across the soft-carpeted floor over to the center area, she carefully bent down to duck under the umbrella but I walked around it, and then Sashiko stopped without a sound.

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She turned toward me and smiled. “Welcome to my water-world.” Voice lilting, soft and melodious. Her narrow eyes closed for a moment, then opened … beautiful.

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Sashiko shook her head, spread her legs a little and leaned her neck backward, allowing her long, black hair to fall behind her back.

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I stood there watching as she stepped back, then down, her feet in the water, submerged only a couple of inches. She smiled softly toward me, not speaking; her slender lips remained closed.

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Then Sashiko reached down to her waist, her fingers moving, untying. She untied her bathrobe cord and let it fall aside, partially in the water … and her hands grasped the sides of her robe and slowly moved forward and to her sides. Skin … and she opened her robe more, exposing what was underneath.

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An incredible body. Smooth, bronze skin; shapely legs and wide hips; breasts bulging under a too-small blue bikini top, dark ridge between them … a trim, narrow stomach, deep navel; and very thin blue bikini bottom strapped around her waist and between her legs, its hip bands stretching up far over her hips, forming a V.

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I blinked, not taking my eyes from her incredible form. She pulled first one arm out of its sleeve, then the other, then hardly bent over as she silently dropped the robe near the edge of the pool.

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Sashiko drew her arms back, and ran her fingers slowly to the sides of her barely-covered breasts, then traced her hands slowly down over her smooth, bronze body to her bikini waistline. Then she stepped forward, coming toward me, and her lilting, barely-accented voice breathed, “I hope you like what I have to offer.”

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“And we’re … we’re going swimming?”

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“Yes.” Sashiko stopped, inches from me, then her thin, sculpted hands moved to my waist … my heart beat faster … she untucked my t-shirt, pulled it up and I raised my arms for her to take it off; she let it fall to the carpet. Then she knelt, bending her long bare legs on the floor, and smiled up at me … I had a clear above view of half of her breasts inside her bikini top. Quietly, carefully, she unclasped my belt and slid it out and dropped it on the carpet; then, with her mouth in a pink glistening O, she stared up at me with thin brown eyes as she rubbed my bulging groin softly. With long fingers she unbuttoned my shorts, pulled the zipper down, then grasped both sides and slid my shorts down to the floor.

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I stepped out, right foot first, then the other. Sashiko eased up to stand in front of me and I looked first into her eyes, then down across her body.

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She smiled calmly, eyes glancing down to my underwear. “I think you are most adequate.”

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Her dark eyebrows lowered mischievously, looking down to herself as I stared at her chest.

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“Sashiko,” I whispered. “You are stunning …”

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“I am glad you like me.” She grinned and strutted, only a little, then paused. “Can you swim?”

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“Uh-huh …”

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She took my hand … hers was smooth skin, smooth as silk … and she turned and walked to the pool’s edge. Behind her now, I stared at her ass … her bikini covered most of it but was tight enough for me to see all of her curves.

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Her bra was fastened with a small overhand knot. One pull would untie it.

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Still holding hands, Sashiko and I stepped down into the water, on the steps — the water was warm, clear and tingly somehow … she went further down and I was behind her, I let go of her hand and then sat down, my hips on the step in the water, and I just watched her. Her smooth, bronze legs were wet and then the water covered her bikini bottom … it rose past her waist and to her stomach, the deepest it would go.

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Sashiko turned toward me, watching me. With one hand she swept her long ebony hair behind her shoulders, then she quickly took in a breath and dropped … plunged underneath the water with a small splash that echoed in the room.

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She came back up, face and hair wet and dripping, and again she moved her hair behind her head. Water streamed off her hair and spilled over her bikini top … and under it. It was now wet and darker, and tighter. I could almost see her nipples.

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“Now.” Sashiko’s voice echoed as she held out her arm, one finger extended and then curling backward, beckoning. “Come and enjoy me.”

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I stepped down and quickly into the water, deeper, it was past my waist and then my stomach, and I was there at least, my arms around her soft, wet skin, Sashiko’s breasts slid up against my chest, and her body pressed to mine, I was only a little taller than her. Face so close. Thin, brown eyes, long lashes, high cheekbones and round, pink lips. I felt her warm breath and our mouths connected.

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A slow kiss.

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At first Sashiko made no sound, then backed her face away from me. “Ohh.” Our mouths touched again and now her lips moved out, then in, very slowly, taking her time. She let go again and laughed quietly. “Ahhh.”

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Then she came back and kissed me … delicate, soft lips and movements, and wet.

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My fingers behind her found her bra top’s string.

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“Mmm-mmmmmm.” Sashiko’s lips came apart from mine and I stared at her face. Her wet, covered breasts pushed into my bare chest. My covered penis bulged near her thigh.

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Was the water level rising? I felt it coming up past my stomach. So warm. Thick white steam had covered the surface.

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Sashiko lowered herself, and me with her.

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“Come under,” she said. “Come with me.”

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“Where?” I whispered.

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“To our cavern of love.”

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I lowered my head below her neck, kissing her, staring down at her breasts, and I brought one arm away from her back and opened my fingers. Finally my hand closed around her right breast and I squeezed, feeling the warmth and the wetness.

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“Mmmm.” Sashiko’s eyes closed, shivering with pleasure. She whispered, “Hold your breath.”

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The floor dropped away. Her arms enclosed me as we sank under, her face pressed into mine and her lips fastened around me. Then her mouth opened and I even felt her breath as we plunged under. My hand had grasped her breast tighter and Sashiko’s moan of pleasure vibrated in her throat as I squeezed hard, kneading her covered flesh with my fingers.

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I opened my eyes and found everything dark. We were floating, wrapped in each other, almost reclining. I couldn’t tell. There was no up or down anymore.

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I could hardly see anything, the water seemed cloudy — no, steamy, and getting even hotter. I heard nothing, then felt a gentle bump — Sashiko’s legs had touched the floor of the pool first. Much deeper than I’d thought. Then I distinctly felt us rising back up.

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Splashing. We broke the surface. Water streamed over my face and I breathed in, struggling to hold onto a wall that was suddenly there behind me. My legs were pressed up against a floor and tangled with hers, then she backed away. My hand released Sashiko’s breast and I brushed at my face, shaking off the water.

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Hot water. It was up to my chest. My legs were spread before me, my rear nestled in a curved intersection of wall and floor.

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“Sashiko?” Oh god, where was she?

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Sashiko’s face and neck emerged from the bubbly, steamy surface just a few feet from me. “Hello, Seth.”

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“Are we here?”

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A floor beneath me, much more shallow. Walls closer all around, in the shape of a heart? Red walls, with no door — there was no way in here besides whatever magic she had used to bring us here in the first place! Hot, humid air, and foggy mirrors, with shelves under them holding multiple candles, all along the outside, with tiny flames flickering yellow light … and I had recovered enough from that magical transition for my heart to start pounding again for a different reason.

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“Do you like hot tubs?” Sashiko glided forward, her body prone and invisible beneath the steamy surface.

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“I don’t know. I’ve never been in one.”

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“Ever dream of one?” Her head slipped lower toward the surface but her shoulders were still visible.

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“I … I … yes.”

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Sashiko stopped advancing and stared. Narrow, dark eyes. High cheekbones. Wet black hair, glinting in the candlelight and dripping about her tan shoulders, bare except for the slender blue straps. “Tell me about it.”

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I swallowed. “Um …” I didn’t remember it very well. How would she know if I was not repeating it verbatim? “Ah … there was a hot tub. Filled with hot water.” There. “Candles all around, and mirrors.” The back of Sashiko’s hair was reflected in one now, just above the burning flames. “And I was there, almost completely naked, and lying down …”

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Her wet lips formed a sultry smile as she lowered her gaze. “What kind of girl was there?”

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“Asian,” I mumbled. “Sexy beyond belief. Long, black hair. Gorgeous face, hips and legs. Breasts … incredible breasts. … She was in a bikini.”

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“And what did she do?”

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“She touched my penis and masturbated me underwater … I cummed and then she stripped.” My heart beat faster and Sashiko moved toward me again. “Then she knelt on top of me and let me penetrate her … and it felt so good …”

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“That’s not a dream.” Sashiko’s chin touched the water as she whispered, “That’s a prophecy.”

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With that her head slipped silently under the water, disappearing beneath the steam … then I felt her long body gliding just above mine, lying against the sloping wall on the floor. Her fingers touched my covered penis, then she lifted my underwear’s elastic band.

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“Oh god,” I muttered.

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Her hand slipped in and squeezed my penis, pinching it softly, noiselessly, underwater.

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Then she let go, and I felt her grasp the band and pull down. My legs lifted, suspended in the hot water, and I sighed, feeling her peel it off, past my legs, over my feet.

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Sashiko’s head emerged silently, just inches from my face, and her body slid over top of mine, her thighs and bikini bottom and the hot vagina under it pressed tightly against my bare penis, and her thin, pink lips glided up to fasten onto mine for another long, quiet kiss.

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“Mmm-mmmm,” she sighed.

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Finally she edged back, staring serenely at me. Her knees moved onto the floor and she knelt in the water and lifted herself up out of it. The steamy liquid ran off her shoulders and then her blue bikini top. Her breasts protruded, nipples erect.

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“Take off my bra,” Sashiko told me.

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I reached around her back, under her right arm, found the string and pulled. The right one. It came loose and she slipped her arms out from under the straps, letting the cups hang loose on her breasts, clinging there with the water.

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I cupped Sashiko’s right boob in my hand and peeled off the top — first from her right breast, then her left. Huge boobs, wet and firm, red nipples fully erect.

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Sashiko brought herself closer and I buried my face into her breasts. “Ahhh,” she sighed as I moaned; with my mouth open, my lips closed around one nipple, sucked her, felt and heard her throat vibrating with pleasure. With my tongue out I licked her luscious boob, went down between them and then spread my tongue across her other one, kissed her, licked her nipple, sucked her nipple.

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“Ohhhh,” Sashiko whispered. Her hand splashed down into the water and I groped the sides of her hot wet breasts with both hands while I sucked on her hot wet nipple. Then I felt her hand wrap around my penis, under the water, and she jerked up and down.

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I felt myself ejaculate, slicking across her hand.

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“First cum,” Sashiko purred, her chin inches from my eyes.

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I pressed closer to her sensuous slick boobs while her other hand moved her limp bra top away — it had been floating in the water between us. She moved her chest even closer to my face while sliding her fingers up and down my penis, and my groin shuddered under water, convulsing with the thrill. Then I felt her knee press right up against my inner thighs, she was still kneeling in the water, and the heat, the wetness, the thrill!

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She moved her face up to mine for a kiss, and her lips touched mine and we fastened together. Again, a delicate kiss, with slow movements, and I felt more energy shudder through me.

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“Ahhhh. Oh, Sashiko …”

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Her face moved back and her long, expert fingers wrapped around my penis and squeezed tighter.

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“Is this good for you, Seth?”

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“Oh, yesss.”

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“It fulfills your dream?”

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 “Oh, yes.”

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She slid in closer, her lips inches from mine. I felt her warm breath as she whispered, “I can take off my bikini bottom now.”

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“Uh-huh.”

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Sashiko backed away, sliding her body off me, and floated up to a kneel. Then her left knee came up first and she rose to a full stand before me, rippling the hot, steamy water. With one hand she reached across her wet stomach and pushed down inside her thin bikini … in the front, and rubbed herself softly, up and down, moaning. “Mmmmm. Will you touch me there in a moment?”

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“Yes. Yes.”

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Her hand withdrew, then she grasped the sides of her bikini and pulled down over those gorgeous legs. She wiggled her hips as she bent over slightly, and there was her vagina. Gleaming wet, no hair, deep and dark and red.

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Just above the flickering yellow candle flames was her ass in the mirror, soft and round and wet.

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I groped my own penis and jerked up and down, up and down, lubricated with my own cum. Again I ejaculated into the water as I stared at Sashiko naked.

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One foot lifted, then the other, and she dropped the bikini into the water.

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The steaming surface splashed and rippled again as she knelt back down, slipping her vagina under the water, out of my vision, and she slid on her knees toward me and reached for my penis again. Her hand grasped around it and she closed her eyes, lifting her chin slightly as if this were a spiritual experience. Now her wet lips parted open and she moaned while her fingers kneaded my shaft.

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 “I want you to put this into me,” she whispered.

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Oh my god, yes. I nodded.

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Sashiko let go of my cock and slid up onto me, her face next to mine, her hands pressed against the edges of the wall behind me. Her slick, wet breasts with dark red, inflamed nipples filled my vision. My hands reached back and each clasped on a breast, delicate flesh, and I squeezed her softly.

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“Oh. You like my tits?” Sashiko smiled placidly while she lifted her groin over mine. “You like to play with my tits? Suck them and pinch my nipples?”

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“Uh-huh.”

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I felt her thigh touch my penis head.

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“Pinch my nipples now. Give me pleasure. Touch me.”

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I grasped her left breast nipple between two fingers and rubbed it softly.

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Her legs. Now, with my right hand, I reached down past our waists.

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“Mmmm.” Sashiko’s eyes were closed as I touched her inner thighs underwater. Her vagina. Soft and delicate, folds of skin slick with cum and only inches from my penis.

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“Umm … oh.” Her eyelids parted and her body trembled as she stared down toward herself. “Oh yes. Rub my pussy. Ohhhhh.” Sashiko’s lips twitched as I began tickling her vagina softly. Then I found her clitoris and pinched that just as gently. Her eyelids opened further and her shiny, wet lips pursed into an O.

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I rubbed her pussy and pinched her nipple.

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“Oh. Oh my god. Oh, yes. Ahhh.” Eyes narrow again, glimmering and staring at mine but vacant as the pleasure flowed across her naked body. “Oh yes. Oh that’s good. Ohh my god, ohh my god. Oooohhh. Ohhh, I want you to cum inside me.”

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Her vagina moved past my fingers and down. Her skin touched my penis.

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This was it. Instantly I whispered, “Oh, Sashiko …”

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Her arms wrapped around my neck and she lowered her face to mine. Soft, wet lips enveloped my mouth. My penis slipped up into her body, sliding inside her wet, trembling flesh. My hand down there went around her hip and found her backside, rubbed her cheek slowly, splashing in the water down there … then I rubbed her ass crack.

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“Mmm.” Her breath was all over me, her lips grinding on my mouth as her arms withdrew from my neck and her hands ran through my wet hair. Her legs and stomach pressed right against mine. Sashiko had mounted me. “Ohh … mmm-mmmm-mm-mmm, mmmm.” Our lips nestled together, slick and wet. I reached up and clasped her other breast with my other hand, then groped her two boobs at the same time.

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Sashiko released my mouth and then pressed her face cheek to mine, her fingers sliding through my hair and then touching my face. Then she moved back and slid her lips across my cheek, repeatedly kissing my temple, my ear, my neck. Her soft lips on my skin. Her vagina wrapped around my penis.

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She raised herself just a little, withdrawing my penis, then pressed in and thrill coursed through me. Her own body shuddered. “Oh yes.” Again, and harder … the water splashed and I moaned with the pleasure.

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Sashiko’s eyes were closed and she was whispering, “Oh, you’re so hot. Oh I could stay here forever … ooohh, yes, touch my breasts, feel them. Feel my very big tits. Mmmmm-mmm.” She kissed my neck again between words: “Feel my … slender, sexy wet body … all over you!”

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Her face moved back as she raised her hips, pulling her vagina around my penis. “I just love the feel of your big cock inside me.”

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The thrill was coming.

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Sashiko’s quivering body slid back down onto my cock and finally I erupted into her.

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“Oooooaaahhhh!” She shivered with excitement and her own orgasm. I gasped, raised my head and she met my lips with hers for more kisses, over and over, lips brushing, sucking, tickling, clasping. Oh, the smell of her steamy, shimmering wet body, scent of her wet black hair! Her mouth, so hot and wet — and I remembered she was refilling my vigor — and I just kept flowing into her, and her hips were wriggling.

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Now she kneaded her body up and down, up and down. Pumping me for more. Arms around my neck, and fingers brushing across my shoulders, her hips shuddering over mine. For a moment she stopped pumping and ground her inner thighs around my cock, side to side — “Aahhhhh!” moaning with pleasure, then drawing her hips up again to go up and down … my god, this was incredible.

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I kept spurting into her. Both our bodies shivered, completely connected.

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Sashiko’s face drew back and her lips released mine … her head nodded with her motion and I still clung to her breasts as she moved up and down, almost sitting on my penis now, still mounted, drawing it in and out and wringing repeated jolts of cum into her body.

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She was making waves in the water. Hot, humid, steaming air. Fog all over. Burning candles on the sills under the mirrors.

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Breath pulsed from her pursed lips as she rode me. “Mmm … mmm … mmm … mmm!”

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“Oh you’re unbelievable,” I breathed. “Oh, so wet — and wonderful — aahh!” A huge burst of cum.

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Sashiko’s eyes widened with another thrill of her own and she screamed! “Ohhhh-ahhh! You like fucking Asian tight pussy?!”

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“Oh, god, yes!”

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Now Sashiko lowered her vagina fully back on and bent her chest down. My hands followed her and her lips protruded even more. Her arms wrapped my neck again and her upper body collapsed on me. With a low sigh she buried her lips into mine, sucking hard and wet, tighter, faster.

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“Mmmm!” Kiss. “Mm-mmm!” Kiss, smack. Her tight, hot, wet pussy wriggled across my cock, buried into her. “Mm-mmm-mmmmm.”

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An enormous jolt and I cried out with the absolute THRILL! and I had exploded within her! My hips jerked upward, muscles immobile and my toes locked together somewhere down below … “AHHH!”

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Sashiko’s hips shifted, inner thighs sliding back and forth over mine, greased with cum, her lips slid across and then off my mouth … and my hands dropped limply from her breasts, my eyes pressed almost closed as I stared at her wiggling on top of me, her wet hair and breasts jiggling. One hand clasped her own boob and she groped herself, moaning softly, then she threw her head back, flipping her wet hair behind her shoulders and thrusting her breasts forward as she continued to ride, with my cum pulsing between her legs.

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Sashiko released her own breasts and lifted her groin off mine, splashing gently in the steamy water. My penis slipped out from between her legs and I felt the hot water flow over me. It was already shrinking.

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Sashiko slid up next to my right, sitting with her hip next to mine, turned with her head resting on her palm, her elbow on the round wall. Her bare breasts rose from the water, nipples still red and inflamed.

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“Ohhh,” she breathed. “That was wonderful.”

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I sighed in the steamy air, breathing hard, and I stared at her gorgeous, angular face, high cheekbones and narrow brown eyes. I whispered, “You were sensational.”

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“Mmm.” Sashiko grinned and touched her breasts again, lifting them further from the water, inviting me. Slowly my hands reached forward and each set of fingers clasped around a wet boob, squeezing her, groping her.

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“Are you ready for more?” she asked.

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My fingers tensed on her tits. “You have more?”

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Sashiko quietly edged closer and now rolled onto me again, lying prostrate with her legs touching mine, her stomach on mine and her breasts squeezed against my chest. My softening penis had touched her thigh again and the briefest aftershock from our encounters shuddered through my nerves.

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Sashiko wrapped her arms around my neck and touched her nose to mine, gazing into my eyes.

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 “Kiss me.” She smiled wider, mouth open and shining with perfect teeth. “Breathe into me. This is like CPR, our breathing technique. We kiss under water. Our mouths are airtight and we share air.”

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“You breathe into me,” Sashiko said, “and I will breathe into you. Soon you will find you can breath on your own.”

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I blinked. She was still there. The room had grown dim and misty. Like a dream.

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“How can I breathe underwater?” I whispered.

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“I can. And I’ll give you the ability — if you make me happy.”

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“How?”

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Her O-shaped mouth slipped a across my cheek. “Give me one orgasm. Do whatever you must to pleasure me.”

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Now her lips clasped mine … “Mmm,” and I felt the slightest tremor of energy return. Her leg touching my penis sent another short thrill coursing through me.

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Sashiko whispered, “Here we go.”

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Again her lips thrust into mine and sexual energy blazed through my body. Now the floor was sinking and the water level rose, hot liquid and humidity and steam — then the temperature cooled in an instant and her legs intertwined with mine as we plunged under.

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I forced my eyes to remain open. The redness and fog and flickering candlelight had disappeared.

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Nothing but water. Deep blue, everywhere.

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My penis dangled in the water, but I felt it re-tightening, my legs waving in space.

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Light wavered. Sashiko’s body pressed as close to mine as possible. Her breasts felt warm in the cool water and my hands reached up to squeeze them. Her nipples were erect and I heard her moan softly as I pinched them between my fingers.

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Sashiko’s legs rubbed mine below us. Then I realized my eyes had closed and I quickly opened them.

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The water was clear. Still deep blue. Sashiko’s head floated directly before my vision and her black hair had spread like a cloak behind her head, floating, wavering and beautiful. Her narrow eyes glimmered in the blue light and her high cheekbones were gorgeous.

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Everything was cold. Then the water suddenly grew warmer. The heat flooded across my skin, prickling and sensuous.

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Where were we? For a moment I remembered I couldn’t breathe, and I glanced downward. No floor. Then I looked up. No ceiling.

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Sashiko moaned as I kept rubbing her breasts. Her hand reached down to wrap around my penis and she stroked it softly. “Mmmm.” She was audible in the water.

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Her head tilted up and her lips opened.

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Breathe. My chin and then my mouth touched hers. “Mmmmmm” — both of us, together. At first our lips were closed but then hers cracked mine open … I didn’t feel her tongue, but air rushed out from her and into my throat. I inhaled deeply and felt my lungs fill. Then I breathed out and into Sashiko … she inhaled and then sighed back into me … in and out. Twice.

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Her lips unclasped mine and then she spoke — her words in the form of bubbles in the water. Strangely, although gurgled, I could understand her quite well, as the bubbles floated upward from her mouth. ”Pleasure me. Make me cum.”

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My hands stroked her breasts even more.

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I raised myself for another kiss and her head tilted as our mouths locked together. No sound from her as she merely opened her lips, completely sealed with mine, and she breathed into me. Again I sucked as much air as I could and then released her mouth and slid lower on her hovering body.

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Sashiko stretched her arms back and her breasts protruded forward. She sighed another burst of bubbles, then her hands reached behind my neck and rubbed across my back. My still feet dangled into nothingness, but then Sashiko raised her legs, sliding them across mine and bending her knees to sit cross-legged in space. Her pussy opening widened and her own cum glimmered between her legs.

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Pleasure her.

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My hands reached up to clasp both her breasts, rubbing her, pinching her nipples.

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One of Sashiko’s arms had released my back and had slid down between our stomachs … I blinked and looked down. She was rubbing her vagina, up and down, with one finger extended, probing inside herself.

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“Mmmm,” she gurgled.

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I clasped both breasts in my hands as I bent my head lower, past her hand, and I opened my mouth and released a stream of bubbles as I exhaled further. Then I closed my lips, my legs tilting behind me and my body lying flat as I used my tongue and touched it to her pussy. My eyes closed as the heat from her wet skin met my tongue, the tastes of her cum entering my buds. Her hand touched my neck, then pushed my face closer into her groin.

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Sashiko’s words vibrated in her breasts as she gurgled, “Oh, my pussy.”

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I slurped her, holding my breath, licking her repeatedly and rhythmically, sliding my lips and tongue across her vagina folds, groping her breasts at the same time … air, need air.

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Then her body began shaking. Sashiko’s moans vibrated in the water and in her chest.

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“Oh yess,” she bubbled. “Oh yes. Oh yes, oh yes. Mmm. Put your fingers inside.”

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Sashiko’s legs crossed behind my neck and her knees bent and held me there, my face pressed into her groin. I released her left breast and slid my hand down across her stomach and then up under her leg, extended two fingers and gently slipped them up and inside her pussy. I watched her inner thighs twitch even more as I slid them in and out, lubricated by her slick fluids even in the water.

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Need air. But Sashiko was close to orgasm.

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I heard the bubbles from her mouth. “Aaaahh, aaahh, aaahh, ahhh …”

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My tongue licked her while I pushed my fingers in even further and wriggled them around inside the hot flesh between her legs.

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“I’m going to cum,” Sashiko murmured.

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Her body convulsed as she moaned, her legs shook and slid back and forth across each other, wrapped around my neck. I felt my own feet kicking back and forth behind me, still touching nothing, as both of us hung there and I continued licking her vagina, pushing and then withdrawing my fingers from inside her.

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Her voice bubbled, “Ohhh, my pussy.”

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AIR! I managed to reply, “Sashiko …”

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“Ohh, my god,” Sashiko gurgled, then she gasped as another thrill coursed through her. “Oooooooouuunnghhhh. …”

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Then I felt her vagina tugging at my lips, and her arms behind my head pushed me even closer toward her groin. “Breathe!” she murmured.

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My lips formed a vacuum with the opening between her legs and her inner thighs pressed hard into my cheeks, her skin trembling. White-hot thrill washed across my throat and then down into my chest and lungs. I lurched backward, breaking the vacuum and I gasped!

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I gasped in.

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My god. I had breathed water. And it flowed into my lungs as naturally as air.

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Sashiko’s arms and legs loosened their grip around my head. I exhaled, and pure air and bubbles flowed outward from my lips and even nose. I breathed in, much more comfortably now — no bubbles at all — then exhaled again.

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Air bubbles. They gushed against Sashiko’s pussy opening, then trickled and rose up across her midriff, stomach and my hands clasped around her breasts.

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“Mmmmm.” She smiled down to me with her thin eyes half-closed. “Bubbles feel goooood.”

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Could I speak, too? “Sashiko.” More bubbles rose. I could understand myself as much as her voice. “Thank you.”

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“Oh, you will want to thank me now,” she replied, and her legs lowered past my sides and hips. Sashiko hovered in the water, stretching up and down and now forward. Her hands touched my hips as she leaned toward me, pushing me from her, lowering her head. To my groin. Her jet-black hair spread behind her neck and shoulders … as her perfect face approached my penis.

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“Ohh, suck me, Sashiko,” I blubbed. “Let me cum in your mouth.”

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Without response, Sashiko’s left hand released my hip and grasped my penis, bringing it toward her lips. She touched the head to her tongue and slapped it up and down, “Ahhhhh”-ing in the water, trickling bubbles against my skin.

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My legs tensed beneath me, ramrod-straight, and my hands found her shoulders. Sashiko licked my head, blowing bubbles and small water currents down to my balls.

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Now she thrust her face forward and drew my cock up inside her mouth. “Mmmmm.” Wrung it up and down, with tight, even wetter lips pushing back and forth over my trunk, hot, slippery cheeks pressing in on me inside and tongue wriggling. Sashiko opened her mouth and released more bubbles, prickling against my skin, a thrill for my senses.

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Suddenly she pulled me even further down her mouth, her lips firm against my pubic hair.

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My cum erupted and coursed down her throat. Sashiko swallowed that first burst, then withdrew, taking the trunk in her hand and slapping it against her tongue, spreading strings of cum in the water and then squeezing the trunk as her pursed lips met my head and took another burst into herself and swallowed it down with an audible gulp. Her other arm reached up behind, pulled on my shoulder and she ascended, still holding my penis but now hovering her vagina closer to my cock.

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I found the message in her spellbinding eyes even as her lips formed the words: “Let’s do it again.”

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Her hand withdrew and I gasped as another thrill gathered and more semen ejected in the water. Sashiko’s legs kicked and she began to drift too high. My arms embraced her, pulling her closer, then my left hand glided across her back to push my fingers between her ass cheeks as I took my own penis in my right hand — aaahh! still in the throes of orgasm — and pushed it into her pussy.

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All the way. My cock slipped inside and Sashiko gurgled, “Ooooohhh.” I thrust my groin toward hers and her lithe, sensuous body shivered in thrill.

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My right hand joined my left behind her, clasping her ass cheeks, kneading her soft flesh. My left index and middle fingers probed her crack, touching her asshole, and Sashiko shuddered even more, her midsection twitching forward.

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Holding her ass, I pushed her out, then pulled in again, jolting thrills through both of us. In, out. In, out. Floating in the water. Our legs dangling, and now I moved my knees past her gorgeous hips, intertwining my legs with hers.

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Sashiko’s face blurred forward, hair streaming behind her, and her hands clasped the back of my head and her face pressed into mine, lips hot, wet and tightening over and over on my mouth, our noses releasing bubbles before my eyes.

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More thrills bolted through my neck and spread through my body. Orgasms shot through and cum erupted between her legs, again and again, following the same pattern as her lips on mine: sucking, clasping, letting go, then sucking again, as she and I moaned together. Again my hands clasped on her hips and ass drew her back, then jerked her forward, shoving my penis back into her.

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An incredible jolt and more cum flowed into Sashiko’s shaking body as her lips shoved deeper into mine.

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Her hands released my head, slid across my cheeks, still aiming my face directly toward hers and bubbles drifting between us. Then her hands traced down my shoulders and pushed, and her upper body leaned backward, hair flowing in the water, arms outstretched and fingers pointed gracefully askance. Her breasts protruded as she leaned and I yearned to grope them again, yet my hands were busy thrusting her body and vagina in and out around my penis.

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“Oooooaaaahhhh,” Sashiko’s voice gurgled, bubbles flowing as she leaned back … and she changed positions, still keeping my penis inside herself and letting me penetrate while moving her hips, back and forth. Again her body shivered with an orgasm as her legs passed behind me, her inner thighs now around my hips as she stretched … horizontal, lithe and sensuous, arms held over her head.

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She wriggled, twisting her canal over my penis and more thrills spasmed through me. I lost my grip on her thighs and just hung there, ogling her body stretched before me.

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Sashiko twisted in the water. Her legs drifted down again and past mine and her breasts came closer to me, I reached for her hips again but her sexy moaning vibrated in the water and in her pussy as she pulled against my stomach and rotated herself to the left, hair drifting, breasts inches from sliding across my chest. Her vagina twisted around my penis and I swallowed, breathing in water and just watching with fascination as she turned, legs pointing straight up, head downward.

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She took my hand and pulled, rotating; I felt myself tilting backward while she remained impaled on my cock, turning more quickly, her body buzzing as she moaned with the pleasure. Drifting hair, moving shoulders, trim stomach … her breasts and face again passed before my vision, she pushed my stomach and kept going.

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“Ohhhh, Seth.” Her gurgled voice emanated from below. “Do you like this?”

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Intercourse in zero gravity. “Faster,” I responded.

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Rotating. Legs pointing up — I stared down between her legs and shivered, another thrill had hit and the cum spurted into her pussy, spinning around me. She pulled at my arms, hips, chest, and hands rhythmically, turning, turning. Face blurred past. Hair streaming behind her. Breasts. Legs again. Vagina corkscrewing around my cock, drawing continued bursts of cum into herself.

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She stopped, upright, hair still drifting, and now our bodies also. Cupped my face in her hands. Kissed me long and hard, hair flowing with continued momentum around my neck, prickling the senses. Energy renewed in my body and I grasped Sashiko’s breasts, groped her hard, rubbed her nipples and brought more sensuous moans and bubbles from her wide-open lips. I thrust her sideways and released her boobs and she was spinning again … legs … face, hair and breasts … legs … face, hair and breasts.

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Again she halted, throwing us sideways with the force, our bodies drifting in space. “Oooohhh,” she murmured, and she flipped backward, bringing her legs up and behind me, twitching her vagina around me and now jerking herself back and forth, back and forth. An even greater orgasm burst into cum between her legs as I watched her … and now she bent her knees at my hips, drawing her legs back, then bent her upper body forward and brought her hands down to clasp her feet.

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Sashiko pulled her legs even further, now at acute angles to her body, opening her vagina even more and I gasped in shock as she wedged her feet at her shoulders behind her neck, toes tangling with her flowing black hair.

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I reached forward. Our bodies still drifted toward nowhere, warm water flowing all around. My hands clasped her breasts and I began to lean forward. I lay atop her, pressing her breasts on my chest and I bent down to suck her left nipple, releasing her boobs and running my hands alongside her body, tracing her curvaceous legs.

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“Ohhh my gohhhhd,” Sashiko slurred.

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My face jerked upward and quickly I found her lips with mine and mashed them in. Sashiko jolted, stunned and then thrashing with the thrill as I licked her mouth with my tongue. Her arms folded over my back and neck and squeezed tighter, palming my hair, clasping my face.

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“Pleeassse meeee,” she gasped.

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I released Sashiko’s lips, drawing strength from her magical energy and leaned my body back, pushing on her breasts for leverage, my cock still buried between her legs. My hands found her ass, pointing audaciously toward me with her legs stretched alongside her upper body, feet wedged behind her head. I squeezed her cheeks, gurgled with the thrill of her trembling around my penis, then clasped her hips, pushed her further out. In, and spasms of thrill. Out and she shrieked out bubbles. In and out. In and out.

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Eruption! Cum poured out of me so hard I could hardly breathe even in the water!

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Sashiko’s body shuddered and I felt her lurch leftward. “Mmmmm-MMMMMM!” she moaned and I watched her corkscrew on her own, her ass flipping past my vision and then her front again, side, hips, then ass, then other hip, then front and her hair streamed around her feet pressed up to her neck. Sashiko cried out with bubbles trailing, “Uhhhh … yuh-yuh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh …”

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Then, as if panicked, “OH, GOD!”

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My penis automatically pulled out of her and my body wracked with thrills, her tight pussy spinning around me, driven by her orgasm. It mashed back in and thrust deep, skin squishing, flowing over my trunk, turning, turning, and orgasms stabbed my entire body, more powerful than ever. I was getting off, just watching her. And Sashiko, her arms and hair flailing and pulled out by inertia and bubbles coursing outward, kept gurgling in the water, spasming sensuously, “Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god …”

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The Party

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I parked in the gravel lot and went in the back entrance of my local adult video store, crunching through the slate and kicking up little swirls of dust with each step. Neon lights in the windows advertised quarter show booths, booths that in reality didn’t accept coins – only increments of dollar bills, from singles all the way up to twenties. An a-frame style signboard missing several of its mismatched bright orange and yellow letters hawked five DVD rentals for $5.

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My kind of deal; just what I was looking for: cheap-ass entertainment.

           

            The smell hit me as soon as I walked through the doors. Every stroke shop I’ve ever been in has the same nasty funk hanging in the air, soaked into the woodwork - a gagging combination of dry, stale cum uneasily mingling with huge quantities of bleach and topped off with clouds of cigarette smoke; all of that fighting to be noticed under a hefty veil of depressing creepiness. At least the air conditioning was turned on,

 

I steeled myself, ignored the odor and moved past the blow-up doll displays, the racks of sex toys, the greasy, fingerprint-smeared glass counters full of colorful liquids and gels and condom packets. Nodded to the bored pierced, tattooed twenty-something’s lounging behind the counter, whose torn thrift-shop attire and purple and blue-dyed hair guaranteed them a life of great minimum-wage gigs just like this one. One of the two, an emaciated girl who was pulling off a great impression of a serious heroin addict, ignored me completely. Her companion glared at me sullenly, like I was going to try to shoplift a dildo or maybe, more likely, because I looked too much like his dad. I grinned and found the DVD’s for rent, racks of porn shelved along the walls and lined up on homemade shelving units in haphazard rows just past a pair of sensor alarm gates, a ton of smut tucked comfortably away in a room the size of a small warehouse.

           

            I took my time picking out my movies, going for the absolutely nastiest hardcore I could find, not wanting to really touch anything. Thank God for all that bleach. Even so, the CD jackets felt and looked greasy; and then I remembered the junkie-punks lounging at the counter, and guessed I knew how motivated they probably were to keep everything clean and germ free. I made sure to hold the movies like I would a dead skunk, using the tips of my fingers. I found an anal gang-bang orgy (‘Two hours of hardcore DP penetration!), a best-of chicks-with-dicks, a couple of rough sex sets and one or two seriously disturbing anime titles, tossed my choices on the counter. Heroin Girl had disappeared. Her buddy was eating a cold cheeseburger that might have been a day old, licking ketchup off his fingers and watching a video monitor, a movie with several couples humping in fast-forward. They looked a bit like bunnies fucking. Junkie-Boy roused himself enough to pause whatever he was screening, set me up with a rental account, drop my DVD’s into a black plastic bag and take my money. Then he went back to his choice of dinner theater. Heroin Girl was outside smoking a cigarette as I left. I smiled at her.

           

            “You have a nice day,” I said.

           

            She gave me a dose of full-on, disdainful punk-rock attitude, and wrinkled up her nose at me. I wondered if maybe I smelled like I’d been squirted by that imaginary dead skunk.  “Fuck-off, scumbag.”

           

            She took a last drag and flicked her smoldering butt into the gravel alongside a few dozen other dead cigarettes; ground it out under the heel of her heavy Doc Martin boot. She rolled her eyes theatrically, and I watched her grumble while she clunked all the way back to the counter to not do her crappy job some more. Tough life, I thought. Then I shrugged, got in my car and drove home through the heat to my air-conditioned house and my DVD player.

           

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Twenty minutes later, I was naked and spread-eagled on the couch with my mouth open and my chin drooping onto my chest, bored to tears. I understood why Junkie-Boy in the porn shop was fast-forwarding through his movie. I had one of my hard-chosen video picks on, my limp dick in one hand and the remote in the other, watching some young dyed-blonde bitch with huge fake tits unenthusiastically blow-jobbing her way through twenty or thirty guys (who all seemed to be having the same case of erectile dysfunction that I was currently having) when the phone rang. I did the same thing the kid at the store did when I interrupted him: I hit pause on the remote. Then I answered the phone.

 

            “Hello?” I croaked.

 

            “Um, Grove? Is that you?” A soft female voice; musical and smooth like honey. It sounded vaguely familiar.

 

            “Uh-huh…” I mumbled, still trying to place the voice.

 

“This is Elizabeth. You remember?”

 

            Oh God, I thought. Elizabeth. An old friend of my last girlfriend, April, from time gone by; I’d met her once or twice, but April hadn’t seen much of Elizabeth since she married some uber-buff, male-model looking, upwardly-mobile freak of nature and stopped hanging out with anybody who either wasn’t in the beautiful people crowd or who didn’t earn half-a-million bucks a year. I half-remembered a crazily exotic, gorgeous woman, and guilty visions of wide, almond shaped eyes, thick brown hair, rich caramel skin and lush curves washed through my head. I fully remembered feelings of total and complete inadequacy the few times I’d been around her. Thanks to the images assaulting my senses, the skanky blonde frozen on my television screen suddenly morphed into a composite version of the Elizabeth I was seeing in my head.

 

            My throat went dry, and my dick actually, finally, twitched. “Yeah…yeah, of course I remember…”

 

            I swear I could almost hear her grinning through the phone. “Cool. I’d hate to think you’d forget me.”

 

            “No chance,” I said, the words sounding like crunchy shards of glass.

 

            “Ah, you’re still a sweetie, aren’t you?”

 

Sweetie, she said. All of a sudden, I was getting a little light-headed. I managed a laugh. “If you say so.”

 

She laughed too. More honey, dripping. The sound sent a shiver down my back. “Is April around?” she asked.

 

“Um, no…  She’s been living in Europe, with her folks. Sorry.”

 

“Europe? So…what about you guys?”

 

“Yeah,” I said. “Things just, you know…didn’t last.”

 

Oh. Well… Shit. I’m sorry. I was going to invite her to this…party I was having Friday night.”

 

“That’s too bad. I’m sure she would’ve liked to go.” I didn’t know what else to say. There was a long, pregnant pause. I listened to the crackling void on the other end of the phone line, and I had the sinking feeling that our strained little conversation was over. Then Liz surprised me.

 

“Hey, well, how would you like to come, Grove?”

 

I blinked. “Really?”

 

“Yeah. I know it’s kind of late notice, and it’s…a little silly, I guess, kind of a girlie thing, you know? I mean, you might not be interested, but I need to bring someone…” She drifted off.

 

For a second, I wondered why she was asking me to come, not her husband. But that thought lasted the blink of an eye; if it meant seeing Liz again, there was no way I was going to refuse. I was honestly kind of curious anyway. And besides, my dick was harder than it’d been all morning, even after watching five bucks worth of porn. I didn’t have any big plans for Friday. What did I have to lose?

 

“What kind of ‘girlie thing’ are we talking about?” I asked.

 

She laughed again, nervously, I thought. I wondered what about talking to me could make Liz nervous. “It’s kind of…a…a lingerie party.”

 

My turn to laugh. Liz stayed quiet. I blinked, waited a beat before answering with a dumbfounded, “You’re kidding, right?”

 

Liz sighed on the other end of the line, then, matter-of-factly, “No.”

 

“You want me to come to a lingerie party.”

 

“Yeah, if you want….I mean, I know it sounds weird, but I promised there would be a bunch of us, and most of the girls I know are going to be there, but…” She paused, took a breath. “You know, you don’t have to buy anything if you don’t want to, but you could get a gift for April, and there’s going to be some stuff for guys too…leopard skin underwear, stuff like that…”

 

I chewed it over. Thought about maybe being the only guy in a roomful of tipsy, scantily-clad women. Thought about what April was going to say when she found out.

 

I made up my mind. I was in. “Hey, sure Liz. It’ll be fun.”

 

“Really?” She sounded almost relieved. “You’ll come?”

 

“Yeah, I…”

 

“That’s great! Everybody’s going to get here about eight. Here let me give you my phone number and the directions to my house…”

 

“Okay, hold on and let me find a pen…”

 

I sat up and scribbled some notes on the back of my video receipt. Liz thanked me again, and we both hung up. I sat there with the phone in my lap for a long minute. Then I grinned and went back to my movie, and this time I didn’t have any trouble getting it up.

 

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“No shit?”

 

            It was the next afternoon, Thursday, and I was eating lunch with my buddy Andre at a cheap mexi-café we liked, seated outside at a curbside table under a canvas umbrella. Andre was finishing up a taco platter; I was snacking on a huge, spicy pile of cheese and salsa dripping nachos.

 

            I nodded, popped a jalapeno pepper in my mouth and chewed happily, savoring the oily burn. I’d just filled Andre in on yesterday’s events. He’d met Elizabeth once, after April and I bought our home, at our housewarming party. A long time ago, it seemed. I could see from his eyes that he had the same memories of her that I did. I grinned and wiped my hands on my napkin while I confirmed the question.

 

“Yep. The whole truth, brotha. No shit.”

 

            Andre leaned back. The aluminum chair under his big ass squeaked and groaned. He adjusted his Yankees cap, wiped fingers down his wiry goatee, shook his head.

 

“Damn, man. Shit like this isn’t fair. I knew that girl was a shark the minute I laid eyes on her.” He crossed his arms, chewed on his lip. “How come she invited you? Does that tall mocha drink dig the white boy cream?”

 

            I shrugged and sipped cold beer. The burn receded to a constant, pleasant tingle at the back of my tongue. “Hell if I know.”

 

            “You know, if she finds out – and you know she’s gonna – April’s gonna eat you alive if any shit happens.”

 

            “She will even if nothing happens.” I said, digging back into the pile of chips. “I’ll just cross my fingers. But nothing’s going to happen, you know, Liz is married, man, to some dude way out of my league.”

 

            “Doesn’t matter,” Andre waved that comment on by. “You said it didn’t sound like he’d be around anyway, right? You get there, all that pussy spread out on the couch and what-not; they’ll all be drinking wine, getting’ all tipsy and giggly, next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly panties and shit, modeling for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away; drunk, horny bitches lined up to be fuckin’ you…”

 

            I snorted. “Right.”

 

            “Look, Grove,” he pointed a finger at my cell phone. “Reg and I’ll be at Tin’s club tomorrow night, maxin’ with Barry and his boys.”

 

“They’re playing?” I asked. We’d known Barry from way back. He’d been a fixture on the local music scene since we were all in college together. Now he was heading up some retro-funk band that had been scaring up some hot press lately.

 

“Yeah. Tin’s isn’t too far from where you’re gonna be, right? Only what – ten, fifteen minutes away? Anyway, you need some help handling all that pussy, you call us.” Andre leered, showing off a mouthful of big white teeth. He picked up his last taco and poured half a bottle hot sauce over it. “An’ we’ll come a’ runnin’.”

 

“Thanks, man. I appreciate that.”

 

“You bet, baby, you bet. Anything for a friend. Right, homeboy?” Andre took a huge bite. Half the taco disappeared. He chewed, bobbing his head in time to a reggae song pouring out of the café’s outside speaker system. “I’m mister thoughtful, you know that.”

 

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I was running late Friday night. Got off work late and immediately got stuck in a massive snarl of traffic. Bumper to bumper for as far as the eye could see. I veered off the freeway at the closest exit to my house, stopped for a quick burger at a fast food drive-through, got stuck behind a soccer-mom’s van that was idling, belching black smoke. When I finally pulled back out into the streets, I opened my bag of food, only to discover the goon at the window got my order all wrong. Fuck it – I didn’t have time to go back and complain. I grumbled, but scarfed the shit down anyway, and took side streets the rest of the way home. Parked in the driveway and ran inside at twenty-to-eight, grabbed a quick shower, dressed, checked myself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom, frowned, dressed again. By the time I pulled up at Liz’s curb, it was a quarter past, and the street around her house was full of expensive luxury cars. I found a spot a ways up the hill, parked, beeped my car locked, and walked back, carrying a bottle of decent wine I’d picked up during my lunch hour.

 

It was clear that Liz and her husband liked their privacy. Their house was big and old, set far back from the road on a good-sized chunk of real estate. The thing must’ve cost a fortune. Leafy, box-trimmed hedges surrounded the large, fresh-cut, forest green lawn, isolating the house further from the neighbors. All the lights inside were turned on. I opened the rod-iron gate and went down the front path to the door, rang the bell. Made sure my reflection looked good while the chime gonged somewhere deep in the house.

 

I was about to ring again when a lock clicked open, and I heard that magic voice, the honey muffled behind the heavy wood door. Then the door opened, and Liz was there, smiling at me, smothering me with a wave of pure physical force. She was wearing a simple black dress that hugged every perfect curve, black silk stockings, and polished black stiletto heels. She nonchalantly tugged a flopped-down spaghetti strap back over a shapely, nut-brown shoulder and pulled me inside.

 

“Grove! I didn’t think you were going to make it!” She said, and pushed the door gently closed. It clicked shut.

 

I grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that. Work…you know?”

 

She shook her head. Long silver baubles dangled from her earlobes, diamonds flashed in the light. Her dark eyes sparkled.

 

“No,” she laughed, “not really.”

 

“Here,” I said, and awkwardly held out the bottle of wine. “I brought this for you.”

 

            She took the bottle and smiled, barely looked at it. Her eyes were still on mine.

 

“Oh, baby, you didn’t need to do that.”

 

“Well, you know, it’s a party and all…”

 

She stepped close and hugged me. Her hair was cut shorter than I remembered, curling in waves close to her neck. A wispy brown lock tickled my nose, and felt her breath warm at the side of my throat. I hugged her back, feeling her body press tight against me. I got that lightheaded feeling again, and my dick began tingling, got harder than it had been during any of my recent jack-off time. I caught a whiff of perfume, sweet and subtle, that I barely referenced past my sudden sensory overload. There was something else in the air too, sharp and pungent, smelling like cinnamon; candles, or incense, maybe.

 

We parted, and she took a second, looked me up and down. “You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” she asked.

 

I wasn’t too sure how to take that, but she looked approving. “I guess not.”

 

“You look good enough to eat…” She smiled. Then she took my arm, wrapped it up in hers. “C’mon, let’s go introduce you to the girls…”

 

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Liz walked me to the living room and made her introductions. I nodded as she ticked off the names she was telling me, making an effort to match names with faces, and even managing to remember a few. Andre about had it right: there were maybe twenty gorgeous women; some younger, some older, all dressed to the hilt, sipping wine and fruity mixed drinks. They were sitting in a loose semi-circle, on the sofa and in chairs; all positioned facing another, extremely busty older woman, primly dressed in a close-fitted business suit and skirt. She looked like she’d just stepped out of a Vanity Fair spread. Boxes and bags of things were spread out on the coffee table and tucked around her feet. Each of the ladies smiled appraisingly at me. I almost felt like I was dessert, just being brought out after a tasty meal.

 

            “So,” I said, glancing around. “Where’s uh, what’s his name…”

 

            “Doug?”

 

            That was pretty boy’s name. “Yeah, Doug.”

 

“Oh, he won’t be coming home.” Liz waved away the subject, instead asked, “Can I get you something to drink?”

 

            “Um, sure. Anything’s okay.”

 

            She flitted over to the bar, came back with a glass of something cold. Latched right back onto my arm. “Here, try it.”

 

            Every eye was still on me. I was definitely starting to feel like I was on display, definitely the odd man out. “Uh, cheers,” I said, and took a tentative sip. The drink was sweet, with a slight tang of alcohol and an almost bitter undercurrent of something I couldn’t place. For a second, I had a crazy feeling, remembering the old Agatha Christie type mysteries, where the detective has solved the murder, declaring death by poisoning, and goes on to describe how arsenic was supposed to taste, like bitter almonds. “Mm,” I mumbled, pushing the paranoid thought away. “That’s pretty good.”

 

            It was like a sigh of acceptance passed through the room. Liz smiled up at me. My head was absolutely swimming, being this close to her.

 

            The older woman with all the packages licked her red painted lips with the corner of a tiny pink tongue. She patted her silver hair, made sure it was in place, pulled back in a severe bun. She winked at me. “Well,” she said. “Let’s make our guest comfortable and get started, shall we?”

 

            Next to me, still clinging to my arm, Liz almost curtsied. “Of course, Sarah. Sorry, all.” She turned to me, whispered, “Here, sit by me.”

 

            I let Liz pull me to the couch. The two women sitting there shifted to make room. A blonde in her early twenties patted the cushion next to her hip, smiled invitingly. We sat down. Liz set the bottle of wine in a bucket of ice on the table, and I wondered how much wine they’d already gone through. I wiggled in between the blonde and Liz, suddenly enjoying the press of warm female bodies next to me. I looked around; found that I was still the center of attention: the ladies stared and demurely sipped their drinks; the blonde who’d scooted over to make room smiled and practically nuzzled up next to me. Liz put her hand possessively on my thigh, and I almost jumped. She patted my leg, and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring.

 

            I blinked, wondering…

 

The woman named Sarah clapped her hands, and all the attention immediately snapped back in her direction. “Back to business,” she said, smiled sweetly, and opened the bag sitting in front of her, rooted around. Tissue paper rustled. I took another sip of my drink, caught some of the women glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes. I raised my eyebrows, got more smiles. The blonde, I think her name was Kate, shifted, and her breast brushed my elbow. I tried to shrink my six-foot-two self into a smaller space and failed. Her breast stayed where it was. It was a nice, soft breast. Even so, I moved slightly closer to Liz, who started gently petting the inside of my leg. The blonde scooted closer, her big, soft boob again connecting with my elbow.

 

I swallowed hard.

 

There was a quiet murmur around the room, and all the attention focused back towards the front, to Sarah. “Okay, our first item would look fantastic on our new friend tonight, I think…” Sarah smiled my way as she said that, and held up a pair of heavy padded leather handcuffs.

 

            “Holy shit,” I whispered. The blonde took my free arm and pressed my hand to her leg. I stared, and then took another slug from my glass as Liz’s hand found my crotch and continued its slow, steady petting.

 

***

           

Forty-five minutes later, I was working on my fourth or fifth drink. I was tipsy enough to have lost count. Most of the bags and boxes were empty, I was horny as all hell, and my head was reeling. I wondered why; the drinks didn’t seem all that strong. Women had disappeared into the bedrooms, come back wearing skimpy silk and lace outfits, each one with less material than the last. Women drank and laughed while teasing me with little buzzing clit-stimulators and huge strap-on vibrators. The blonde next to me, Kate, was now naked except for a white satin push-up bra and a pair of crotchless panties. I knew they were crotchless because my fingertips were exploring and told me so. Sarah had taken off her suit top and skirt, and she was now standing with a small riding crop, modeling the black corset and stockings she’d had on underneath her clothes. She wore the outfit like an old pro. Liz was still in her dress, except both the straps were down off her shoulders now, and to me she looked sexier than any of the other ladies who were parading around in their new undies. She had her arm around my shoulder. She and Kate were both brazenly nuzzling my neck; Liz’s wandering hand had long since found the zipper to my pants and had disappeared inside; Blondie had unbuttoned most of my shirt, and was tickling my chest with her fingernails. I could see Sarah smiling at me with a wicked gleam in her eye. She smacked the tough leather crop down hard into her palm, and I jumped. Other eyes were beginning to turn our way…

 

The sensation around my crotch was driving me out of my mind. Liz had me hard as a rock. Andre’s voice was playing over-and-over, like a loop reel in my head, ‘…next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly shit, modeling it for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away…’

 

“Whooo,” I muttered. “Need to use the bathroom, I think.”

 

Kate pouted as I extracted my hand from between her legs. Liz paused, gave me that seductive smile again, pointed. “Upstairs, first door on the left.”

 

“’Kay,” I said. “Back in a minute.”

 

“You hurry.”

 

“Oh, yeah.” I nodded.

 

I excused myself and carefully wandered up the stairs, using the banister to steady myself. My head was spinning badly. I rounded the corner, found the bathroom. My dick was hanging out of my open pants, pointing straight out at an angle. I washed my hands and rinsed my face with cold water. I thought about what was going to happen when I want back downstairs, and stared at my dripping face in the mirror, realizing the blood pressure pounding through my dick wasn’t letting up. I was getting more than a little panicked. Shit, I thought. This isn’t natural. Did Liz drug me?

 

Carefully, I left the bathroom and snuck a look around the corner, used my cell phone to zoom in and snap a picture. I crept back into the bathroom and shut the door, sat on the edge of the bathtub, called Andre. He answered on the second ring. I could hear a crowd, but no music. I guessed he was already at the club, but it was still too early for the band to have started.

 

“Hey mutherfucker,” he shouted over the noise. “’Was’up? Where you at?”

 

“Dude, I’m here.” I hissed.

 

“Where?”

 

I shook my head. He sounded drunker than I felt, but I knew it was more an act for the benefit of whoever was at the bar around him. Andre didn’t drink anything except mineral water. He thought everything else was poison aimed at the righteous black man.

 

“I’m at that party I was telling you about.”

 

It took him a beat. “The bitch party?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Sssshhhiiiiit. You bangin’ yet?”

 

“Andre, shut up, dammit. I need your help.”

 

“Boy, a real man in yo’ place wouldn’t need no help.” He laughed.

 

I groaned. “Man, I’m not Captain Jim-fucking-Kirk, alright?”

 

More laughter.

 

“Look, I’m sending you a picture. Check it out. I’m trapped here with a couple dozen drunk, freaky women, and as cool as that sounds, I’m not eighteen fucking years old anymore, you know what I’m saying? I need some god-damn, dick-swinging help here, right now!”

 

I could hear Reg in the background, asking what was up. Andre was laughing so hard he could barely talk. “Shit, man, I was just fuckin’ around wit’ you, Grove, you know you my boy…”

 

I cut him off. “Just look at the damn picture. Okay? You remember the address?”

 

“Well, yeah. Yeah, homeboy, but…”

 

“Good. Hurry.”

 

I disconnected the line, mailed off the picture. As soon as it was sent, I stood, pocketed the phone and opened the bathroom door. I stepped out into the hall, right in front of a tidal wave of drunk and horny womanhood, surging up the stairs. Sarah and Liz led the charge. They stopped barely a foot away from me. Sarah ran the tip of her riding crop up and down my chest.

 

“Well, well. We thought you ran away.”

 

“Oh, no,” I said, as I was surrounded by the flow of curvaceous, scantily clad bodies. “I was just coming back to join the party.”

 

“That’s very sweet. Liz told me you were a sweet boy.” Sarah smiled, and her eyes no longer held that bright, mischievous quality I thought I’d seen early. Now they looked…hungry.

 

“Yeah, well…” I started. Small, warm hands were slowly touching me, running all over. I noticed Liz take my hand, felt a thick leather strap wrap around my wrist. “Hey, now! Uh, look, why don’t we go back down and…”

 

“I don’t think so, sweet boy.”

 

Sarah looked at Liz, who buckled the leather handcuffs tight. I was pushed and pulled over backwards. I lost my balance and fell into the mass of flesh, and then they were all over me. I struggled, but they pinned me to the floor and easily pulled my arms up over my head, tightened the straps of another cuff on my other arm, and then they started ripping at my clothes. I freaked. Started to yell, and Sarah nodded to Liz. She knelt by my head, I looked at her pleadingly, and when I opened my mouth, she stuffed a hard rubber ball inside, then wrapped it in a leather gag and buckled it around my head. My shoes and socks were pulled off, my pants and underwear followed fast, and my shirt was torn to shreds. Hungry, lusting eyes stared at me from above. More cuffs were clamped around my ankles. Sarah straddled my naked body, lightly stroked my swollen cock with her whip. The damn thing throbbed and twitched as she probed at it.

 

“We’ve come to bring the…party…to you.”

 

***

 

Andre snapped his flip-phone shut, slapped it down on the counter, feeling a little bit pissed at his best friend. He remembered Elizabeth, all right, remembered how fine she was, and he just couldn’t figure why Grove sounded so upset. Reg was sitting on the barstool opposite, staring at him, waiting for him to say something. On stage, Barry and the band were just getting their equipment set up, getting ready for their sound check.

 

            “What?”

 

            “Dunno.” Andre shrugged. “Homeboy’s nuts, man.”

 

            The sound tech in the upper booth called check; on stage, the band’s drummer lit into a groove, then Barry joined in with a heavy, rubbery base line. They sounded good-to-go to Andre. He was standing, ready to join the crowd already pushing up to the edge of the stage, but paused as his cell vibrated. Andre checked the phone’s screen: mail from Grove. He flipped open his phone, hit a button, and his jaw dropped.

 

            “What?” Reg repeated over the roar of the crowd. “What the fuck’s goin’ on?”

 

            “Look.”

 

Andre held out the phone. Reg squinted, blinked, looked up at Andre.

 

“That what I think it is?” he said.

 

Andre just nodded.

 

“We outta here?” Reg asked.

 

A beat, then they both nodded together.

 

“YO! BARRY!”

 

Andre cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed while Reg wildly waved his arms. Barry glanced up, confused, spotted his friends and shrugged, as if to say, what?

“WE’LL CHECK YOU LATER, BRO!”

 

Then they were pushing out of the club, heading towards Andre’s car.

 

***

 

The women dragged me, kicking and squirming, down the hall to the large master bedroom. Liz opened the door, and they hauled me onto a king-size bed. A heavy plastic sheet crackled underneath me. They gathered around the bed, several of them spreading my arms and legs into a wide X-shape. They cuffed my wrists to a heavy iron headboard and my legs to strong iron posts below. They hushed as Sarah straddled my legs, positioned her hips over my knees. She flicked the leather thong at the tip of her riding at my nipples, stinging. She used it to caress me, slid the tip along my jaw.

 

“Now, Sweet,” she whispered. “Don’t be frightened. You’ve been chosen, just for this, specially, by my dear Elizabeth.”

 

Liz smiled vacantly. Like there was nobody home.

 

Sarah slid forward, easing herself over my throbbing cock.

 

“Do you like that, Sweet?” Sarah hissed through clenched teeth. “Don’t you like being so hard?” She reached between her legs and grabbed me, pulling my shaft towards warm, moist lips. “Just a little special powder that dear Elizabeth slipped into your drinks, so you’ll be able to pleasure us for hours and hours.”

 

I closed my eyes as she sank onto me, wiggling like a snake, her pussy taking me in, inch by inch. A low hum filled the room, and I opened my eyes. Sarah had her whip in one hand, balled into a tiny fist and braced on my chest; the other was busy untying the red satin ribbon binding her corset closed. Her eyes were closed tight, a look of pure rapture etched on her smooth face. In the dim light, her pale skin shined like porcelain. Liz knelt on the bed at the left side of my head, eyes closed, her body swaying slightly. She stroked my hair. The hem of her dress was pulled up over her hips, her fingers lightly rubbing her between her thighs. Blondie was on my right, and she’d taken a different approach: she’d pressed her body against the wall by my trapped hand and jammed my fingers into her pussy. Warm juice flowed down over my wrist. The other women around me chanted in a single, sing-song voice, their eyes flickering, bodies moving as one.

 

Above me, Sarah’s hips began a slow, serpentine writhing. She bent forward; mashing her heavy tits into my chest, the soft muscles in her pussy squeezing and releasing my cock as she moved. Her lips grazed my neck, nibbled gently at the hollow of my throat. She opened her eyes and smiled, whipped my side with her crop. I grunted into the gag and my entire body lurched up off the bed with the sudden, stinging pain. She whipped me again, and again, from side to side, each lash stinging, making me twist under her, try to flinch away, but it just drove me further up inside her.

 

“Move, sweet boy. Move with me…”

 

She kept her face level with mine, one hand grabbing my throat, choking me; she hit me harder and faster, until I was bucking spasmodically underneath her, my cock driving up into her pussy. She grunted with effort, and her eyes seemed to cloud over with pleasure as she hurt me, relishing my pain, whipping me into a frenzy.

 

“That’s it…” she moaned softly, “Ummm…so big and hard…,” Her voice changed, dropped to a hiss, a whisper, “You know Sweet, dear Elizabeth slipped you a tiny bit of a very strong drug in each of your drinks…mmmm…that’s it, right…there…mmm, just like that, Sweet…that’s…beautiful…” She gasped and dug her red fingernails into the soft skin of my neck. She swallowed me completely inside, sucking me fully into her warm, juicy cunt. She squirmed happily, rubbing her round bottom on my groin. “Each drink had a large enough dose to make you stay hard and lively for all of us to enjoy you, no matter how many times we decide to take you. Isn’t that wonderful? Mmmmmmm…ohhh…”

 

She licked a finger, ran it down my forehead, over my cheek, and tickled the gag in my mouth. Wiped away the spit oozing down my face; licked her fingers clean. She laughed and began grinding, moving harder and faster, raking her nails over my chest and shoulders hard enough to draw blood. I groaned and cried out, the sounds completely muffled. Sarah fucked me slowly, her whip always working, turning my sides a beet red. Tears of paid and frustration joined the saliva pooling on the plastic under my head, but my dick seemed to have a mind of its own, throbbing painfully with ever tiny squeeze from her pussy.

 

When Sarah finally began to peak, the chanting around us rose to a crescendo. Most of the women I could see were openly masturbating. Sarah pushed away from me, arched her spine and threw her head back. She howled towards the ceiling, her huge tits bouncing, her butt grinding and slapping against my thighs. I fought and fought the urge to cum, but she finally won. She came with a long, sharp cry, her pussy clenching me so hard that I exploded with her, pumping thick white streams of cum, just as her hot juice ran and dribbled down my belly and thighs. Sarah collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, and I heard other women climax as well. I lay still, my cock still hard; aching and buried deep, moisture dripping onto the plastic sheet under my ass.

 

Minutes passed, and when Sarah sat up again, through the muted light, I could swear her eyes had turned to dark slits.

 

Sarah paused for a moment, distracted, like she was listening for something only she could hear, then smiled and turned to two of the younger women. “Well, well. Susan, Tabitha – it seems that Elizabeth’s friend here has taken it on himself to invite more guests. Most unexpected, but…they are just now arriving. Why don’t you go and greet them, offer them refreshments before bringing them back here, hmm?”

 

I could hear the girls mumble, “Of course, Mistress.” Then I heard Elizabeth’s doorbell chiming - once, twice - quietly, as if from very far away; and then the soft patter of the girls’ footsteps receding down the hall.

 

And while Sarah turned her attention back to me, through a blurry haze of drugs and pain, I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself and my friends into.

 

***

 

“There, that’s it.”

 

            Andre drove past the house, hunting for a place to park. That was the address, for sure, her thought, and damn, Grove wasn’t kidding about the party being packed. There were cars lined up halfway up and down the block. He cruised up a short hill, spotted Grove’s car.

 

“Lookie-lookie,” Andre hummed, tapping the steering wheel with his thumb. “Grove even saved a space for us…” How was that for luck? He pulled a fast u-turn, parked right behind Grove’s old Beamer, then they got out and walked.

 

“Damn, will you look at this shit?” Reg whistled when they got close. The house stank of big money.

 

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Andre noticed all the lights were on. “Looks like the party’s still happenin’, Yo.”

 

They followed the walkway to the porch, tapped the doorbell twice. Andre listened to the chime, deep inside, kept humming, feeling loose and horny, remembering the roomful of tiny, half-naked women in the picture Grove sent. Reg kept staring, soaking in the size of the place.

 

***

 

“That’s a good, sweet boy,” Sarah hissed, after the girls had gone. “You’ve given up your seed, as you were chosen to do. And now…”

 

Sarah grabbed her crop in both hands, and pulled hard. A tiny, silver knife slipped from its sheath hidden in the handle of the whip, and my eyes went wide. I tried to scream and shake my head no…no, please, no!; but Liz wrapped a fist in my hair, holding me still. The gleaming blade bit deep, sliced a jagged oval from my naval past my nipples. Fresh blood spurted, mingling with the blood still oozing from the scratches Sarah’s fingernails had dug into my skin. I screamed into the gag and thrashed like a madman. My limbs were still buckled tight, and I flopped uselessly around on the bed. Sarah bent and lapped at the warm, sticky blood flowing from the shallow gash she’d carved.

 

Then, with a sickening, gurgling laugh, Sarah lifted her head to mock my screams, and finally, she showed me her true face.

 

I stared, horrified, at the thing that was Sarah, as her ruby lips blackened and peeled away over glistening needle sharp fangs; her tongue rolled out, long and bloated and covered with bristles that stuck like barbs in my skin, ripping away thin strips of skin as she began to feed. All around me, the women were changing: their smooth, creamy skin giving way to pale, scaly, dead flesh. Round eyes turned to black slits, fingers to claws. And hovering just above me, April’s friend, Elizabeth: the beautiful Elizabeth; bending close, brutally mashing my head to the side, grinning obscenely as her lovely smile distended; hot saliva dripped from the yawning pit of her mouth, burning on my cheek as her jagged teeth tore at my throat…

 

***

 

When the door finally opened, both Andre and Reg thought they’d died and gone to heaven. They were greeted by two phenomenal looking bitches swishing twin crystal drinking glasses that were brimming with scotch poured over chipped ice, and they were decked out in some of the skimpiest, sexiest bra’s and panties Andre had ever seen outside of a magazine.

 

They were still standing there staring, goggle-eyed and open-mouthed, when the girls made the first move. One smiled at Reg, the other at Andre. Without uttering a word, the girls batted their eyes, handed the dumbfounded men the drinks, then took them by the arm and whisked them inside. Reg automatically took a huge swig, downing half the drink in a gulp. The girl on his arm looked on approvingly. Andre looked down at his glass, back at the girl smiling up at him.

 

“Well, hey. Thanks, girl. Mm, damn! What is this, whiskey? How did you know that’s just what I needed?”

 

The girl just kept on smiling. She snuggled close, pressed warm, luscious curves against him. She giggled and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Try some.”

 

“Well, yeah, alright…,” Andre gulped at her touch, his crotch jumping to attention. “Let’s get this party started, huh?” Andre reluctantly sipped his drink, hating the booze’s smell, hating the burn of the alcohol as it trickled down his throat, hating the buzz he knew he was going to get from having even just this one glass; wishing to hell it was soda water. But everybody was watching and he didn’t want to play the fool, so he sipped anyway, and that’s when the little Asian cutie on his arm reached out, giggling, and tipped his glass straight up. Ice chips clunked against Andre’s teeth, and the amber liquid splashed down his throat, over his shirt.

 

He came up sputtering, eyes burning, staring at his ruined silk shirt. Reg and the tiny redhead clutching his arm laughed like it was the funniest damn thing they’d ever seen.

 

“Dammit, look at this shit,” he growled.

 

Reg was biting the lip of his glass, still snickering. “Yo, man. You s’posed to drink it. Like this…” He took another gulp, downed the rest of his drink, and turned to his girl. “That’s damn good, baby. Got any more?”

 

“Mm-hmm,” she teased, pulling him over to the bar by the stairwell. “Right over here…”

 

Andre futilely brushed at the alcohol dripping off his chin. The Asian cutie pouted for a second, then stepped closer when he ignored her. She gave him an impish little smile, and then started popping open his shirt buttons.

 

He took an involuntary step back as buttons bounced and scattered onto the polished floor. “Whoa – hey now…!”

 

The girl stared up into Andre’s eyes, her hands massaging his bare chest. “Why don’t you just finish the rest of that, and then come upstairs with me and we’ll get you out of these wet clothes?”

 

“Um, okay…” He mumbled.

 

Andre took a last swig, swallowed with a wince. Then he let her take his hand, and found himself following her up the stairs, staring at her swishing ass. Reg and his girl were already halfway up, Reg stumbling a little, playfully pulling at her panties, the girl not doing much to stop him.

 

Andre’s eyes still stung. His vision blurred and he blinked hard, trying to clear it. The girl’s ass faded in and out. He realized he was about to get laid. Unbelievable. He hoped he wouldn’t have a hard time breaking out the condoms. He tried to think of something witty to say, to help break the tension. Came up with a lame, “So, Baby? What’s your name?”

 

She peeked over her shoulder. “Tabitha.”

 

“Tabitha…” Andre mumbled. He was already feeling a little bit juiced. That was some strong shit she made me guzzle, he thought. “We, uh, we were here to meet up with a friend of ours, a dude named Grover…er, well, he goes by Grove. White boy, but big, tall, you know? Played ball wit’ him back in school in the day…”

 

He was babbling. Shit felt all wrong, he needed some time to sort things out, get through the bleary haze that had taken over most of his skull. Tabitha seemed to notice he was hesitating, took him by the hand. “He’s right up here, sweetheart, in the bedroom with everybody else.”

 

“Oh, okay,” he nodded, as she pulled him on down the hall. “Hey – you say ‘sweetheart’?”

 

            For an answer, Tabitha gave him another enigmatic look, a look that sent his blood pounding.

 

Reg and his girl disappeared into a doorway, through which eager, female faces peeked out. Andre felt his crotch give him a push, felt it taking over, losing control. He was blinking hard now, lurching a little from side-to-side, when Tabitha guided him through the doorway.

 

Andre dropped her hand and glanced around. He shook his head, still trying to clear his vision. It wasn’t working, just making the back of his skull pound. The room started spinning. He closed his eyes and stopped dead, right inside the doorway. Hands reached for him, pulled him partway into the room, yanked at his wet, stained shirt, began unbuckling his pants. He groaned happily, enjoying the beginnings of his erection. The first thing he noticed, when he opened his eyes again, was Reg, completely surrounded by about six hot bitches that were pushing him to the floor, literally ripping off his clothes. Reg was giggling like a girl, halfway naked already, playfully biting at a pair of hard pink nipples swaying just out of his reach.

 

“Holy crap.”

 

Andre felt hands on his hips and looked down at Tabitha, who was kneeling in front of his crotch, pushing his pants down around his ankles. His cock sprung out, almost smacked her in the face. She wrapped him up in a tiny little fist, started pumping. When her lips touched him, Andre heard himself groan with pleasure.

 

He looked back down noticed the floor, some kind of funky carpet…no, not carpet, more like…plastic wrap, spread all over …?

 

Before he could think about what that meant any further, a half dozen women circled him. Fingers ran through his short, spiky dreadlocks. Hands played with his shoulders, his chest, pinched his ass. The crowd of women parted, and Andre glimpsed a hot-looking old bitch, riding the life out of some lucky dude tied to the bed. The dude’s legs and feet quivering, strapped to the headboard by the wrists, his hands knotted into fists clenched so hard the tendons stood out in his forearms. Andre saw something familiar, squinted to get a better look. A tattoo on one of the dude’s forearms, of some Muppet character – just like the one that Grove had done back in high school…

 

The fact took a moment to register. Then Andre called to his friend.

 

“Grove?”

 

            The woman straddling Grove turned and growled at the interruption, gnashing wickedly sharp teeth, wiping at a red smear dribbling down her chin. Another face that Andre recognized looked up as well, and he gasped. Elizabeth – or what passed for Elizabeth now. Both women were covered in blood; blood that was still weakly spurting from Grove’s skinned chest. Bare bone shone under crimson stained gristle. Grove’s body twitched spasmodically; free of Elizabeth’s grip, his head lolled forward, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, focused, then came to rest on Andre.

 

            Grove moaned wetly, whispered through bloody foam, “Help me…”

 

 Andre’s eyes popped open, his vision suddenly very clear. And then, Reg started screaming. Andre turned to see his friend being eaten alive…

 

            “Oh, holy fucking shit! Reg…”

 

            Andre felt needle sharp teeth bite into the thick muscles of his shoulders. Something hissed down by his groin, and he squealed in pain, jerked backwards as Tabitha bit into his penis, tearing away a mouthful of the organ with a spray of blood. Andre grabbed at his wounded manhood, tangled his feet in his pants and fell into the hall. He tried to crawl away from the horror, clawing at the thick carpet, mewling like a kitten. But strong hands grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him back into the bedroom. He struggled, but it was useless. Women covered him and he was flipped over, held easily in place on the floor as Reg’s howls became fainter, turned into a weak gurgling.

 

            The old woman slithered off Grove’s supine body, stood over Andre as he whimpered in fear and pain. She knelt, straddling his hips, bared her teeth in a wide, gory smile.

 

            “Welcome,” she hissed in a voice that wasn't remotely human, “to the party.”

 

            Andre had time to scream, once. And then the women began to feed.

 

 

~ Fin ~

 

Steve's Alien Abduction

LightFang on Supernatural Stories

The night is just beginning; all of the sun’s rays have creped under the horizon.   I stand outside, my eyes fixed at the sky.   Stars begin to shine here and there.   I feel a cool breeze run across my face, it was inviting.

There is not a single cloud in sight.   I begin to walk into my backyard further.

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cerun: yes">   My surroundings fade, my house is no longer visible.   I walk on, my direction unknown.   I soon get to the end of my backyard, and the beginning of a vast corn field.

It is summer and the stock has grown above my head.   I was not a farmer, but I lived next to the field.   I’m actually a teacher.   My wife too is a teacher.   I worked at the local high school, teaching World History to 10 th graders, while my wife taught theater at the local community college.

            We didn’t make a lot of money, but we always had enough, we bought this lovely four bedroom house for a steal.   I was growing lonely the passed few days, my wife had gone off to the city to perform a Broadway play and I was left home alone.   This happens at least 4 times a year, and it is my chance to get home improvement projects done.

            That day I had just finished painting the garage floor.   Now, my stomach full of microwavable meals and cola, I stare up at the vast sky.   I pick out the constellations after a few minutes and started thinking if they ever talked to each other.   Did Orion ever say hello to the Big Dipper?   I laughed internally at the thought to two groups of stars having a conversation.

            Then out of the corner of my eye I notice a star that is unusually bright.   I stare at it and it begins to twinkle.   I wave my hand at it and it twinkles more.   I continued to chuckle inside, playing with the idea that the star was actually communicating with me.  

            Just then the star moved in the sky, my eyes grew wide and fixed on the moving star.
            “What the hell?” I muttered, my eye twitching involuntarily.   The star increased speed slightly and flew like a plane in the night sky.   I began to get worried that it may be something dangerous, but I could not move my eyes from it.   My heart beat increased and I felt my body temperature rise.

            The star then zipped down towards the horizon and disappeared from my sight.   I fixed my eyes at the tree line in which it had disappeared, but I could not see through the dark cover of the trees.
            “I must be losing it.” I thought, calming my mind, saying what I saw was nothing more then a trick of the light.   I turned and began the journey back to my house, moving almost at a slight jog.   I told myself that it was late and I should get inside, but I was really scared at the sight, and yet I didn’t want to admit to it.

            I got over a little knoll and could see my house in the distance, the back porch light shined bright.   I slowed my walk and felt safe under the glow of the light.   I quickly notice something odd; the light wasn’t coming from the porch it was actually coming from above.   I raised my eyes to the sky and I stared into a large circle of white light.  

            At the time I could see only light, but I know that it was no craft of modern man, I could see no other flashers, and heard no noise, not even the mutter of an engine.   Just then I heard a humming sound, like the sound of large turbines turning.   I had watched Alien movies before and from the tales a sound was always heard before a beam sucked you into their ship.

            I reeked of fear and shook in terror and disbelief.   I closed my eyes and just hoped they would leave me, but that was not the case.   I began to feel my body pull apart in itself and it struck me like a billion needles.   I went to scream in pain, but I sank into an instant unconscious state.

            I couldn’t feel anything, I couldn’t see, or hear, but I could think, in an odd turn of event I thought, but only one thought entered my mind.   The thought of my beloved wife and whether I cried on the outside did not matter, for I was crying on the inside.   Just as soon as the thought entered my mind and my internal tear was shed it was gone.

            I couldn’t piece the visions in front of my mind together, they blurred and mixed, all I rendered were the lights and colors.   I was dreaming, but this was not a normal dream it was as if someone was looking into my mind and fast forwarding through my memories.   I would feel happiness, sorrow, and joy within moment of each other.

            I then went blank once again, no visions, no feeling, nothing for a long time.   Slowly I began to feel my body awake, I felt all my weight in my legs, yet I could not move them.   I felt my arms above my head, and they would not move either.   I then felt my breath; I was relieved I could take in a breath.

            The air was chilling and sterile, like a hospital.   I struggled to move my eyes, they were sore and in pain, it felt as if they were cut open with a letter opener.   I slowly managed to open them, bracing the pain, it was sharp at first, but it dulled and disappeared as I opened my eyes wide.

            My eyes were open, but my vision was blurred.   I could see only colors, blurred blues and grays.   I then realized my glasses were gone.   Where had they taken them too, I need them back, my head will start to hurt if they are not returned soon.   I had worn my glasses since my early teen years, and headaches came when I tried to look into bright lights for a long time without them.

            I was then shocked by the cold air that attacked my body quickly.   I didn’t understand how something could be so cold against my skin, but then I realized by moving my body that I was naked.   I looked up at my hands and they were close enough to tell that they and my legs were bound to the wall my something.

            The wall was blue/gray and it was very smooth, metallic.   I began to shudder from the cold around me, my hair stood on its ends and my body covered in goose bumps.   I clenched my right arm and pulled it forward from the wall, I could then see how it was being kept to the wall.  

            My arm snapped back against the cold wall, as chains of light kept my body from moving.   I then gave up escape, it would require much energy to remove these bounds and the cold would kill me before then.   I took shallow, slow breaths and then squinted to focus on the room in which I was hanging in.

            The room was much the same as the wall that I hung from, it had blue/gray metallic walls and not windows or doors.   The floor was all grey and flat.   It was an empty room; all that seemed to be there were the chains and white light that grew dimly from the edge of the walls.

            I then closed my eyes, wishing to open them and be back in my backyard, but it would not be so.   I slowly opened them and instead of seeing my backyard I saw a set of silver eyes stare into mine.   I jolted against the wall, breathing fast and panicking.   The eyes were part of a blue skinned face.

            The face looked almost human, two eyes, a nose, a pair of blue lips and silver eyebrows.   Above the eyes were two silver diamonds in the blue faces forehead.   I then saw a hand rise from my blind spot; it came into view, closing in on my face.   The hand had slender blue fingers, almost human, but a bit longer, with short talons.

            I closed my eyes tight, as I felt the hand press against my forehead just above my eyelids.   Then glowing warmth came from the hand, it seemed to center around my eyes only, but it was warmth none the less, I savored it.   The hand parted my head and the warmth dulled, I slowly opened my eyes.  

            It took almost no time, but I realized my eyes could see normal.   I saw the entire room clearly.   This blue humanoid had healed my vision, I was grateful for a moment, and then I looked carefully upon the rest of the creatures’ body.

            The alien struck me, it looked really human, other then its pale blue skin, and silver hair, it could pass as human.   The alien had short hair; it was styled to frill out the bottom.   The alien wore its hair like a female, then I looked more at the alien and it was to my eyes a female.

            The alien wore a purple suit that covered all but its hands and head.   I look at the design, from the chest protruded breast curves.   From the suit I could tell that if she were human she would be in the mid to high C range.   Her body was slender, but not skinny sticklike.   She was well filled, and seemed to be perfect in body type.

            I lost myself in my visual examination, she did not look like my wife directly, but her body type and alien beauty was reminding me of the first time I meet my wife.   I had just finished my college degree and was looking for teaching jobs.   I came to a stop light and it turned green, I pulled out and my left side was struck hard.

            I survived without much more then a scratch.   I escaped from the wreck to see the driver of the other car.   The driver had long waving blonde hair and captivating blue eyes.   I was the same lost then as I was now, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and I thought an angel had feel from the skies and crashed into me.

            “Where am I?” I asked.   I then saw her lips move, but I couldn’t understand the noise that came from her mouth.   It was an odd series of clicks and grunts.   I couldn’t understand how a creature this beautiful spoke with such a barbaric sounding language.

            She could tell that I understood nothing of what she was trying to tell me.   She then began to approach me once again.   His time she raised both hands and slowly placed them on my ears.   I felt once again, the same warmth that my eyes had received, on my ears.   It subsided and she pulled her hands from my ears.
            “Is that better?” A soft voice spoke, I watched as her lips moved with the words.
            “You speak English?!” I exclaimed, my eyes perked up.

            “No, I just mutated your hearing and vocal cords, so you understand all languages as if they were in English, and you speak the language that you are suppose to hear.” She spoke again.   I didn’t understand how that was possible and I thought that now I would be too valuable to let go.   If the world found out that I could speak every language there would be many questions.

            “Where am I?” I asked, looking around the room and then back at her.
            “You are on a space ship that is currently orbiting Saturn” She answered, pointing to an opposite wall.   The wall moved and soon a window appeared, showing the planet Saturn outside the window.

            “Whoa,” I said, “What do you want with me?”   She smirked and then placed her hand on the wall.   I light humming was then heard and the bindings that kept me to the wall disappeared and I fell to the cold ground with a light thud.

            “I want to study you, see my race is very intelligent, it took us very little time to develop space travel, but we have encountered viral enemies.   Our bodies are not equipped with strong defenses as yours are.   We have no white blood cells to fend off these attacks, so our people fall quickly to these diseases.” She explained, “I want to find out how your body produces such strong cells and how we can copy them.”
            “You aren’t going to cut me open are you?” I asked, scarred.   The alien chuckled and smiled.

            "Of course not, cutting you open wouldn't give me any information I don't already know." She said, "Oh, by the way, my name is; Aier"

            "The name's Mark," I answered and realized that it was really cold and I was still naked.

            "Do you have my cloths?   I would love to help you, but first it's really cold." I said, shivering.   She made a face as if she didn't really know, and was thinking up an excuse.
            "Well, our scans located several germs on your cloths and just to be safe we destroyed them." She answered.   I looked at her and my shoulders sank.

            "Alright, do you have anything at all I could wear to keep out the cold?" I asked.

            "Yes, wait right here, I'll return shortly." She spoke, and walked towards a wall, it moved and became a door, she exited and after she was through it sealed up.   I waited around for a few minutes.   Thoughts ran through my head. What time is it, what day, is my wife home, or is she still away?

            Then the door at the wall formed again, and Aier walked through it, this time in her blue hands she carried a white ball.   She bowed to me as the door behind her disappeared, holding out the white ball of cloth.   I took the cloth and bowed back, the cloth then unrolled out into a long white robe.

            "Our priest allowed me to borrow some robes for you, seeing as it was his idea to pick your planet." Aier spoke; I then tossed it up over my head and pulled it down over myself.   It was like a monk's robe, but soft and warm, and white.

            "Priest?   You have a religion?" I asked, and then hit myself internally; of course an advanced civilization would have at least some form of faith.

            "Yes, I believe in one supreme power that has control over the universe.   I believe on your planet the closest religion would be called: Christianity.” She answered.   I was never a really devout religious person, but my interest in history and the religions that were created and fought for was a key interest.   I would spend hours upon hours going over textbooks and listening to lectures on ancient crusades and “holy wars”, the idea of giving your life for faith was something that just astonished me.

            “Do all your people follow the same religion?” I asked, the robe starting to warm my body.
            “No, our empire spans over many planets and star systems and to evoke control over that many people to follow one religion would cause a great downfall.   Although a large portion of us follow our “Catholic” faith as you would understand, many follow their own paths and we respect their view, even if we don’t always agree.” Aier said, almost poetically.

            “Tolerance is the one thing I believe our world needs, but by the way things are going it’ll take centuries maybe even more before that happens.” I spoke, Aier nodded.

            “Well, I feel that our race could teach yours to be more tolerant, but first we must solve our problem.   We must find a way to gain strong defenses again these viral enemies.” Aier spoke.

            “Well, I’m willing to help you out in exchange for a safe journey home.” I spoke, not knowing how I could help, but longing to get home as soon as possible.   Aier nodded, and then walked towards the wall, it moved and became a door once again.

            “Follow me,” She said, walking out of the room into a gray corridor.   I scratched my head for a moment and then followed suite, exiting the room.   I followed her along this long corridor; I saw no doors or windows, just the same gray walls all around.   Then we came to a dead end, Aier walked close to the wall and it opened up.

            She walked through the opening and I followed behind.   The wall resealed around me, I scanned the room.   It had a black floor, with silver walls and ceiling.   There was an examining table in the center of the room.   Around it were a few tables with “lab equipment” on it.

            “I thought you said you weren’t going to cut me open.” I spoke; looking at a tool that resembled a scalpel.

            “I’m not, come over here and I’ll show you what I have learned about humans anatomy.” She said, I walked next to her, she then placed her hand on the wall and it moved.   It formed into a video screen, showing a human male and female figure next to each other.   It then ran through a bunch of symbols and alien text that I didn’t understand.

            “As you may know the human body produces new blood cells all the time, mostly red, but a few whites.   The white blood cells seem to be the great fighters of your systems, allowing you to stave off infections and viruses.   All attempts to create a synthetic form of your white blood cells have failed.” She spoke, turned her face from the screen to me.
            “Well, then how can I help if it won’t work synthetic?” I asked, my eyes glued to the screen like a sports game.
            “The only last resort we have it to create a hybrid.” She spoke, I took in the words and my eyebrow rose.

            I slowly turned towards her and said, “What do you mean, “Create a hybrid”?   Are you thinking mixing your races DNA and mine together to make a lab hybrid?”

            “Yes, in a sense.” She spoke, walking around to the other side of the table.
            “Feew, I thought for a second you wanted to give birth to a human slash, what ever your race is called; child.” I commented.

            “Spartans… we are called Spartans… and actually that’s exactly what I was hopping you would agree with.” Aier said, walking right up to my face, “I want us to create a child, so that my people can have a beacon for hope.”
            I didn’t know what to say to her; I was so shocked by the request that I couldn’t form words.

            “If I say no?” I said, looking right into her eyes.
            “Then I’ll shove you out a airlock and get another human.” She said, almost smiling.   I couldn’t believe my ears, it was essentially sex or death.   I then started to calm my mind, thinking that maybe their form of sex is completely different from ours.   She turned around, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me closer to the examination table.

            She spun me in her hands and pushed me up onto the table, I was surprised at her strength.   Then she backed away a few steps and slowly reached behind her back and began to unzip her body suit.   I tried to think of something to say to stop her, but I was afraid.   I was afraid that if I didn’t go through with this then not only would I die, but the love of my live would be eternally mourning.

            I watched helplessly as she stopped unzipping at the base of her rear.   She smirked at me and placed her hands onto her waist.   She then pressed two buttons on each side of her suit. A load hiss could be heard from her suit and a puff of smoke came from behind the buttons.

            She looked me right in the eyes and winked, then the suit began to fold up upon itself.   Her arms and legs were first; it just seemed to shrink away into the main body of the suit.   Now it appeared as if she was wearing a purple one-piece bathing suit.

            I gulped as she threw her hair back and raised her hands above her head.   A clicking noise was made and a seam appeared in the front of the suit, it ran all the way up from the neck to her crotch.   It began to split apart and within moments it fell down her body and onto the floor.   She stepped out of the small piles of purple and kicked then aside.

            I bulged my eyes as I saw her naked in front of me, for she was a pure form of beauty.   I stared at her firm breast, they showed no sign of old age, and in the center her firm nipples peaked out.   They were a shade of pink against her blue skin.   I followed my eyes down lower and on her belly was a large silver tattoo like symbol.
            I stared at the spinning design for a moment tracing it down to her crotch.   I then looked at a nice patch of silver hair just above her closed legs. I was captivated and my eyes slowly moved back up to hers.
            “You look so human!” I spoke; she smiled, as if waiting for me to say that.

            “Yes, now I will explain something to you, please listen clearly.” She smiled, walking closer to me.   I nodded my head and smirked.
            “A few million years ago we Spartans came to planet Earth.   It was full off massive lizards and green landscapes.   We had done it several times before, so we destroyed the surface of the planet and brought it into an ice age.   At the same time we planted the seed of a new age.  
            Man was born from those seeds, and the resulting radiation from your sun has made your skin a more brown and light color and also has formed incredible defenses against germs. This was a accident, however and now seeing as you have become a completely different species we feel that co-existence would be easier after our “child” is born.” She spoke, placing her hands on my face.   I believed her words and now understood why she looked so human.
            “I understand, and I will create this child with you.” I spoke, my heart ached in pain with those words, but my brain and my body told me otherwise.   I began to sweat and I could feel my body burn with arousal.   I felt my cock lurched forward a bit and then grow against the robe.
            Aier glanced down, as the robe grew outward, she then drew me into a kiss.   I felt her soft lips against mine.   Her hands left my face and began to pull off the white robe.   I felt the soft material fall to the table and she ran her hand down, pulling it open, laying the robe out on the table, and exposing my naked body to her.
            I lifted my rear off the robe and she pulled it out, throwing it to the ground.   I placed my hands on the table, and watched as she looked at my erect cock.   It was 7 inches long and nice and thick.   Her mouth seemed to water and her eyes glistened at the sight.

            She slowly grasped my rock hard staff with her soft hand.   I shuddered a bit and let out a breath.   She began to pass it back and forth in her hand.   She could see its effect on me and she worked faster, I started to moan.   I felt the cum rush up my staff and in one large burst it sprayed out my cock and into the air.
            Aier gasped and groaned as the cum landed on the floor and a little on her hand. She let go of my staff and licked the cum from her hand.   Then her eyes bulged and she squealed.
            “Anything wrong?” I asked, she didn’t answer, but then leaded forward and grabbed my cock again.   This time she started to lick the remaining cum from it, running her alien tongue up and down its grooves.   I shuddered and gasped; my palms grasped the table tighter.

            She then takes my cock into her mouth and starts to pump it in and out.   Her tongue works all around my staff as she starts to work my groves faster and taking me deeper.   My eyes roll back in my head once again and I moaned and gasped.

            I could feel the climax coming and there was nothing I could do to hold it back.   I released the wad of white hot cum into her hot wet alien mouth.   She greedily swallowed the entire load; I could feel that she licked my entire cock well after, making sure it was all hers.
            She slowly rose from my staff, smiling up at me.
            “You taste so good, when this is over will I be able to taste you again?” She asked, I nodded to her quickly.   Then she pushed me back onto the table, I moved to get in the center.   The table looked like steel, but it was nice and warm, not cold and flat.   She jumped onto the table and started to crawl onto me, my cock still rock hard.   I then felt a wet liquid against my legs.
            I looked down and saw a green liquid was oozing from her crotch.   She then lifted up, and grasped my hard cock; she slowly guided herself onto my staff.   I clenched my teeth, as I pushed into her.   She was so tight I could have mistaken her pussy for a 14-year-old human.
            I felt her warm wet walls and her juices just cover my cock.   Then I felt what was like a “virgin wall”.   She didn’t stop though, with one more push I pushed through and I could even feel her walls tear and stretch inside her.   She let out a scream and then a series of moans.

            She started to pump up and down along my rock hard staff.   I looked down and saw the green fluid cover my staff and balls, dripped down my crack and pooling on the table.   She widened her legs and took me deeper into her pussy, pounding me harder and harder.
            I felt my climax rising, it was coming up strong, and she must have sensed it somehow. She started to thrust faster and faster, clenching her walls around my pulsating staff.   I groaned and gasped for air, I then felt it shoot up my staff and without warning it released.   I couldn’t do anything but hold on and the passion was so strong it was even painful.

            She just screamed out in ecstasy and clenched my cock tight, making sure no juices left her insides.   I then felt her shudder and clamp my staff tighter, I knew she was climaxing.   She seemed to soak in the feeling for a long time, and then slowly she rose up, my cock slid out and flopped to the side, limp, covered in lime green cum.

I sat up and looked into her face as she sat on the edge of the table, dripping onto the floor.   She looked into my eyes and smiled.   I leaned closer and pressed my lips against hers, softly.   She sank into them quickly, wrapping her arm around my head and kissing me deeply.

I slowly ran my hand between her already parted legs and came to her alien pussy.   I rubbed the whole area with my hand first.   Then I guided my fingers to her clit and rubbed the nub back and forth between my two fingers.   She jumped and moaned in ecstasy.

I then laid her back onto the table and positioned my head so where I was looking right into her wet core.   She propped herself up and spread her legs wide, allowing me to see her whole.   I moved closer and slid two fingers right into her wet cum filled core.

Her insides felt a bit different then a human.   I rubbed the area where the “special spot” should be, but nothing happened.   Then I thrusted my fingers in deeper and my realization brought shock to myself.   Her entire inner walls were ridged just like a human g-spot.

I ran my finger against the wall and she bucked and gasped.   I smiled and began to rub her walls harder.

“Oh… YES! Oh… YES!” she screamed, while I started to thrust her insides faster with my two fingers, rubbing her walls deep when I passed by.   I concentrated on pumping my fingers into her harder and harder.   I could feel her tense up and then it happened she clamped down onto my fingers like a vice.  

Her back arches and she just convulsed in the air for a few moment.   She slowed and took in a series of deep breaths.   I managed to pull my fingers out of her clamped core, and out came a trail of cum.   I licked off my fingers and the taste intrigued me.

I leaned down and brought my tongue to her folds.   I began to lick up and taste her fluids.   It was so sweet and almost like honey.   I was drawn into her lips by the sweet taste.   I spread her lips apart and thrust my tongue as deep as I could.

I wasn’t ready for what happened next and neither was Aier.   She tensed and let out a scream of passion as she came again, this time it gushed out her spread legs.   My tongue was flooded with her juices and I took in what I could, but much of it just dripped down her pussy and crack and onto the table.

I rose from her folds and looked into her face, she was blushing, and her cheeks were dark purple.   I took in a sigh and smiled.   She sat up and moved closer to me, placing her hand on my face she kissed me, lightly, and then started to lick the cum from my face.
            She finished and then looked into my eyes.   I took in a few breaths and looked into hers as well.   It was a while before anyone of us moved.   Then she smirked, and I chuckled.
            “That was wonderful.” She spoke.
            “Thank you, I enjoyed myself too,” I replied.
            “Ok, well you passed the test.” She said, sitting up on the table side, and then sliding off onto the ground.   I watched her walk to her purple suit, juices still covered her body.   She started to place the suit back on and up over her body.
            “What test?   I thought you wanted to make a child?” I asked, she then zipped up the suit and it hissed and sealed up, and then the arms re-grew from the body of the suit.
            “Yes, and now I will be put in a chamber so this child will be safe until it is ready to be born.   I have a request of you, before you are allowed to be freed.” She said, turning stern.

“Wait a minute, this was the request I fulfilled, and we had an agreement.” I said, she then walked up and grasped my limp cock in her hand.   She started to squeeze it hard, I winced in pain.
            “You are not free until you are off this ship!”   She barked, almost crushing my staff in her hand.   I cried out in pain.
            “Very well, what do you request?” I answered, just wanting the sudden pain to stop.   I could tell that this Spartan, if not all Spartans, had a short temper.   She released her killer grip and I grabbed myself, the pain swelled and it got even worse out of her hand then in her hand.

“You must mate once more, with another, incase something happens to me, another beacon of hope can still be lit.” Aier spoke, walking a few steps from me.   I stared at her for a moment, and even though it would require me to sow my seed once more, I had to, or my life would cease.
            “Who will I mate with?” I answered, standing naked in the room, my cock hung limp between my legs.   Aier just walked to the wall which we had entered and a door grew. She walked out and for a while there was silence.   I stood there, naked and just watching the open door.  
            Just then a figure appeared at the door, then two.   It was Aier and another.   They moved closer and came into view.   The other was much shorter then Aier.   Aier was around 5’ 7”, yet this other one was only around 4’ 11”.
            “Human, this is my daughter, Heri.   She will be your mate.”   Aier spoke; I then looked closer at the little female alien.   She looked like a child.   Her skin was blue as her mothers, but lighter and she had an innocent childish look to her face.  
            She wore a light blue suit, a smaller version of her mothers.   I eyed her up and down for a moment, and then looked back at Aier.   The thought of fucking this “child” made my stomach turn.
            “I cannot do this.   I cannot fuck this child!” I yelled, clenching my fist.   Just then I heard a hum.   Aier pulled from behind herself a gun-like device, and pointed it right at me.
            “Human, you will do this or I will kill her.   Then I will kill you.” Aier spoke, pointing the gun at her daughter.   My heart sank, I couldn’t let her kill this child, and I had little choice.   I lowered my head and looked at the floor.
            “How old is she?” I asked my head still lower.
            “According to your earth years she would be 13.   I would be 28.   We Spartans have children at early ages if we go by your human system.” Aier said, and then she patted Heri on the back and left the room.   The wall sealed up behind her.   I stood there, naked and silent.
            Heri did not respond and just stood there as well, staring at me.   I felt ashamed, and I had not even laid a finger on this girl.   Just then she smiled, and winked at me.   I didn’t expect what happened next.   She walked up to me and placed her soft hand onto my limp cock.
            I stood there, trying not to get aroused by this.   She started to lightly rub my staff and it lurched.   I couldn’t stop it, my cock started to harden and soon it stuck out nice and thick.   She then placed her other hand on my balls, and fondled them in her hand.   I threw my head back and then was consumed by this.   I decided that if I had to do it, then I might as well act like I enjoyed it.
            That was my plan anyways, but it soon changed.   I was actually starting to enjoy it.   I was getting extremely horny as this young little angel stroked my cock.   I then started to wonder how tight her little pussy would be.   I cursed myself, yet had no control.
            She started to pump faster, barely holding her whole hand onto my cock.   I couldn’t believe what my body was doing.   I could feel my climax brewing and she was only using her hands.   She somehow sensed my climax brewing and lightly kisses my tip.   I look down at her as she starts to lightly lick and fist my staff.

I groan out load and moaned, “Ugh, yes… more…” She started to lick my staff more up and down, fisting me faster and faster.   I clenched my eyes and braced as I climaxed, shooting cum all over her face.   She licked my tip clean and then walked back a few steps.  
            I looked at her innocent cum covered face and it turned me on.   She wiped the cum off her face with her fingers and licked them clean.   She made a little groan and then smiled at me.
            “Mom said it was tasty.” She spoke; those were her first words to me.   I looked back into her innocent eyes and I started to tear.
            “What is wrong, human?” Heri spoke, standing up, looking into my eyes.   I kneeled down, to be at her eye level.   I noticed her light purple hair was a little longer then her mother’s short silver hair.   It was in a single pony tail.
            “Heri, on my planet what you just did, and what I’m being forced to do is not only illegal, it is immoral and guys that do this in my world get killed for even talking about it.   I teach children in school, I love them, this is going against everything I stand for and it’s tearing me apart inside.” I spoke, trying to explain myself to her.   She then paused for a moment, and reached out, to whip my tears away.
            “Human, I’m sorry if you feel this way, but you must understand something about my people first.   We Spartans have very short life spans.   We only survive till around 40 of your earth years.   We also reach sexual maturity around the time your earth children are the age of 6.   We must reproduce at this stage rapidly.   The older a female gets the less chance of more then one child.   Also the birth rate of females is dramatically less after the age of 14.   The only thing we use males for is a warrior, which is all they are good for.” She spoke, “So, you see, you are doing nothing wrong.   I have had 6 children so far. I will continue to birth children till I am around 25.   Then I will live a life of leisure.   This is my duty to my people.   I take no shame in it, now you shouldn’t either.”

I was stunned; I couldn’t believe what she had just told me.   I couldn’t see this child bearing children of her own.   She then reached onto her waist and pressed the same two buttons on the side of the blue suit.   It went through the same process as her mothers had.   Within no time she was naked in front of me.   She had little mounds for breast and her rosebud nipples stuck out firm in the air.

I then looked down and she was hairless between her legs.   It was nothing but light blue skin.   I could see her legs glisten a light trail of green, and I knew she was wet.   I caved in and my rock hard cock was in control.   She then laid down right there on the floor and spread her legs wide, exposing her bald wet pussy.
            I crawled a bit closer to her, and she placed her right hand unto her pussy.   She began to stimulate herself, rubbing her little clit and I could tell that she wasn’t just here to mate and leave, she wanted to be fucked, and fucked hard.   I stared into her alien yellow eyes and she winked at me.
            “What are you waiting for human?” She urged, I could see she was getting aroused, almost too aroused.   I moved to her, and I started to position myself above her.   She reached forward and grasped my hard member.   She pulled me towards her, guiding my tip against her wet entrance.  

I began to slide into her, she was so tight, and I could barely get in an inch.   She urged me on, and I pressed my pelvis down, forcing my staff into her tight fuck hole.   I found myself half way in her, and I started to pull out and thrust in, slowly at first.
            I groaned as my staff ran tight against her inner walls.   I could feel my balls starting to tighten.   I began to increase my pace, penetrating into her deeper with each pass.   She gasped and screamed out in passion, flailing her arms against the alien floor, arcing her back to grind against my thrusts.
            I felt my cum shot up my cock rushing me, unprepared.   I quickly forced my entire staff in deep, feeling her inner walls almost tear to meet my size.   I flooded her inner core with my hot, wet juice.   I then see her start to convulse and arch her back even higher.
            I knew she was climaxing, as I felt her little rush of cum hit my thick staff.   She began to settle and lower herself back onto the ground.   I breathed deep for a moment and then looked into her eyes.   She was lightly panting and her cheeks were flushed against her blue skin.

I slowly pulled from her tight core; I could feel her walls close as I slide out.   I rested my soft member just above her crotch for a moment.   She looked up at me and smiled.   I sat up on my knees; she slowly closed her legs and stood up.   I leaned over and reached my hands around her waist, pulling her right up to my face.

She stood up rubbing her hands through my hair.   I placed my hands onto her small little ass and dug my face into her crotch, licking her to my hearts content.   She jumped at first and giggled.   I moved closer into her, my nose rubbing against her nub.  

While my tongue moved along her wet entrance and my nose stroked her nub I moved my hands, caressing her ass.   I didn’t notice at first, but my right hand was almost touching her ass hole.   I had never had anal sex before; my wife had objected it the first time the subject was spoken.
            I moved my hand slowly closer and soon found two fingers against her hole.   I lightly rubbed my fingers against her hole a bit, but tried to pay close attention to her wet core and clit.   I then found our position was starting to cause a strain on my neck.  

I moved from her, and picked her up under the armpits.   I placed her on the table edge and she spread her legs.   She smiled down at me as I moved in and continued to lick her sweet pussy long and hard.
            “Human…” She moaned as I licked her nub.

I moved my mouth back just enough to speak, “Yes?”   She then turned herself, pushing me from her core.   She was soon bent over, with her hands placed on the table, her feet planted firm on the ground.
            “I want you to lick my… umm… how would you say it… uh, ass, yet I believe that’s what it is called.   Will you lick my ass?!” She asked, looking back at me.   My eyes grew wide, not only was I having sex with an alien that could be still in middle school on earth, but she wants me to work her ass too.   I was swimming in the raw lust and desire.

I leaned down onto my knees and placed my hands onto her ass cheeks.   She spread her ass wide and I could see her asshole well.   There was no sign of waste material, which was the only thing that worried me.   I leaned forward and began to lick the rim of her asshole.

She screamed in ecstasy as my tongue touched her rim.   I then began to slide my tongue a bit into her asshole.   She shuddered from her head to her toes, climaxing hard.   Her green cum shot out of her pussy and onto the floor, never running down her legs.
            I raised an eyebrow as I saw what was happening to her.   I then pushed my tongue into her asshole further.

“YES, YES!!!!” She screamed, shuddering again, and spraying more cum onto the ground.   I soon realized that it took no more then a lick and she would cum.   I moved my face from her asshole.   She looked back, her hands still grasping the table.

“No!   Don’t stop!” She whined.

“I’m not, you love getting your ass lick, and well I’m going to fuck your ass!” I spoke, standing up and grabbing onto my member.   She began to cry and I hadn’t even placed my cock against her yet.

“What is wrong?” I asked, seeing her cry.

“Nothing is wrong, just in my planet the anal region is off limits, it is said to hold so much pleasure that one could not be so selfish.   I have wanted this so bad ever since I was first taken.   The first mate I was set up with wasn’t very smart; he placed his tip against my ass and then realized his mistake.   Ever since I felt that first pressure I have wanted it.” She spoke, still bent over and grasping the table side hard.

“It is an honor to be your first, and probably last.” I spoke, and then placed my tip against her asshole.   I slowly began to press myself against her, I slid in barely.   She cooed and shivered.   I pressed on, forcing myself into her deeper.   I could feel her insides opening to fit me, but it was still a tight fit.

She gasped and I could tell she was climaxing from just the pressure of my staff inside her.   I continued to guide myself through her insides.   I then reached a wall, a wall that would not open.   I then began thrust in and out slowly.

She climaxed again and screamed in passion.   I pressed on harder, passing deep into her hole with more force and speed.   She bucked back like a dog in heat.   Although I couldn’t see her face I could tell she was in a blissful state of passion, almost comatose.

Then it happened I felt my climax, it surged up my pumping staff, and gushed into her tight ass with no sense of stopping.   I grunted out loud and threw my head back; also forcing my staff in as far as I could, trying to sow my seed as deep into her ass as I could.

I panted and started to feel weak at the knees.   I was not as young and energetic as I used to be.   My cock began to soften and I pulled out of her tight hole.   I collapsed onto my knees, as they tucked under my ass.   My cock was covered in my white cum.

She let go from the table and slowly rose upright.   She turned to me and looked down at my limp cock, as it also shrank back to normal size.
            “Aww! I broke it!” She whined, leaning down to look at it more.
            “No, you didn’t break it, just I’m not as young as I used to be and between you and your mother I’m all sexed out.” I told her, breathing deeply.   She stood up and looked down at me.
            “Well, if you are drained then I have no use for you anymore.   You will be returned as soon as I inform the captain.” She spoke, and then started to walk to the wall, which the door grew from.   I smiled, I was actually going home.   I felt a little bad for just fucking the girl and leaving, but I wanted to go home more then anything.
            Just before Heri approached the wall the lighted turned off and for a while all was dark.   I rose in the dark and tried to look around.   An alarm started to sound, a deep fog horn type alarm.   The lights turned back on, but now they were purple.

“We’re under attack!” Heri yelled and ran back to me; she grabbed my arm and pulled me to the opposite wall.   The ship started to shake violently.

“UNDER ATTACK…?! BY WHOM…!?” I panicked, looking into her eyes.

“Digorians!   They are the only special that the Spartans have ever lost to, yet we are going to be able to destroy them soon enough!” She spoke and then placed her hand on the wall.   It grew open into a door.

“Where does this lead?!” I asked.

“Our escape pod.” She replied and then grabbed me by the shoulder and hurled me through the door.   I spun around and landed in an odd looking seat.   The pod was a small space with another seat to my left.   I felt my naked body being locked to the seat by an invisible force.

The ship continued to shake more violently, Heri jumped through the door and into her seat.   The door shrinks behind her.   The inside of the pod lights up blue.   I close my eyes to shield from the light for a moment and then when I open them my body is covered in a white space suit.   I glance over and Heir is in a similar white space suit.

A sudden jolt of speed launches us from the main ship, and into the darkness of space.   A large transparent window is in front of us and we watch at the lonely ship is under attack my four different ones of greater size.

Heir places her hand in several places on the wall and noises are made.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes still fixed on the battle, I then see several other lights shoot off from the Spartan ship.   They were other pods, and they quickly disappeared.

“I’m seating our course for your planet.   Sit back!” She spoke, and within seconds the lights blurred around us and the battle area disappeared.   Planets zoomed by us light fireflies.   I then felt tired and I passed out.

A while later…

“Human!” A voice spoke, and then a stinging slap crossed my face.   I snapped from my sleep like state and looked up at Heri.   I then quickly got my bearing and we were in my back yard, just as I had left it.   It was night; I quickly jumped up, and looked at her.

“The escape pod broke up on entry; we survived because of the suits.” She explained.   I scratched my head and then realized we were back on earth and she was a blue alien.   I took her hand and started to lead her to my house.

“We have to get inside; I can’t let anyone know you are an alien.” I spoke.   I walked her up the porch and into the back door.   My house was as I had left it.   I ran to a clock and checked the date.   It was the night before my wife was supposes to return home.  

She would be here in the morning; I had been gone for 2 whole days.   I quickly took Heir into the bathroom and we took off the suits and I hide them under a stack of comic books in a chest in the basement.   I returned to find her in the shower; it appears that water wasn’t harmful to them.  

I ran around and searched for something she could wear.   After a while of searching I came across a school uniform from when my wife was in high school.   It looked just Heir’s size.

I came back to the bathroom to find the water off and Heir standing in the middle of the room dripping wet and naked.   She twirled a bit of her purple hair in her hand and smiled at me.   I took a towel from under the sink and began to dry her off.   She laughed and giggled as I did so.

“Heir, my wife is supposed to be here tomorrow.   I don’t want you telling her we mated.   I will tell her after I explain why you are here and why you are blue.   Ok, please I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.   Just thinking about what your mother would do scares me.” I spoke to her as I finished drying her off.

“Ok, human.” She replied “Human, I’m wondering, what is your real name?”   I dropped the towel against the wall and walked out of the bathroom.   I came back with the uniform and a pair of clean blue panties and clean blue bra.

“Well, my name is Steve, Steve Henry” I spoke, she smirked.

“Ok, Steve Henry, what are those?” she asked pointing to them.   I set the uniform down and as well as the bra.

“Well, these are some of my wife’s old cloths; they are a one or two sizes too small for you, so you should be able to wear them.   We don’t have suits like you do.” I spoke, holding out the panties to her.   She took them and without instruction slides them on the right way.

“We only wear suits when we are in space, we actually have garbs similar to these, but more of them are robe like.” She spoke, and took the bra and put it on, without much trouble.   She then looked at me and had a look on her face, like “how do I look?”

“Looks good, now seeing as you are getting the hang of this, I’m going to go get something to eat in the kitchen.” I spoke, and then left the bathroom.   I walked to the kitchen thinking, “Damn! My wife didn’t look that hot at that age! Well, my wife wasn’t a blue alien at that age either.”

After a couple minutes of searching the kitchen and finding a microwave meal in the fridge, she came out from the bathroom.   She wore the black school uniform well, and even tied her purple hair back with a ribbon she must have found in the bathroom.   The microwave beeped and I took out the meal.   I grabbed two forks and brought them into the living room were she sat.

“What is that?” She asked, looking at it with a confused look.

“Oh, its junk food, not really good for you, but it tastes alright.” I spoke, forking myself some noodles and eating it quickly.   She took the other fork and slowly spiked herself a piece of grilled chicken.   She put it in her mouth and slowly chewed it.   I watched her for a moment to see a reaction.

“Human… I mean Steve… you have some good food on your planet.” She spoke, forking some more and eating it.

“Well, if you think that is good you are in for a surprise.   I’ll be sure to make you my famous stew some time.” I spoke, smiling.   She nodded her head, and continued to eat.   A couple hours passed and the food was gone.   We had left the living room and I had leaded her into the guest room.

I got her into the bed and after a light kiss on her forehead she fell asleep.   I left the room and turned out the light.   I walked back to the living room and sat down on the couch.   I wondered what I would say to my wife in the morning, but at the moment I just wanted to sleep.   I lay back on the couch and rested my head against a little pillow.   I soon drifted off to sleep and dreamt of stars and planets.

 

Fairy Seduction

Nayr on Supernatural Stories

Jeremy was having one very frustrating day, from the sudden divorce from his wife, to the loss of his job, to the sudden death of his father. He had no idea how all of this could happen within a week, nor did he know how he was even putting up with it all, truly he felt like lying down going to sleep and never waking up. He sighed in frustration as he walked through the forest behind his house, in his childhood this place had always provided him with a safe place of rest for him, now he just hoped it would calm his nerves. As he walked through the wood twilight was descending, giving everything from the grass to the leaves of the trees a red hue from the setting sun giving him a moment’s peace from the troubles of the real world.

He stopped his walk and sat down on the gro
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und, head buried in his hands and he began crying, away from the world he was finally allowed to let it all out. He stayed there until he was out of tears and even longer until night had fallen. He sighed, looking up to the vast array of stars above him, a speck of light shot across the sky in the moment. He mumbled under his breath, “I wish I didn’t have to deal with this world..”

Immediately a small rustling came from a bush not five feet away, and a small giggling noise. It sounded like a young girl was giggling at him, “Aright come out of there..” he said in an annoyed gruff voice standing and moving towards the bush. It shook again and the giggling noise happened once more, and then it sounded like the girl ran from the bush into the forest. Jeremy was confused at this but he shrugged and took off after the girl, he couldn’t explain why but he felt the need to find out who this girl was, a strange new goal taking place in his mind.
He ran through the forest, sometimes thinking he lost track of the sounds of the running girl, but a rustling bush and a giggle would tell him where to go, he followed without thinking why he was following, just the thought of finding the girl on his mind.

Suddenly he burst out to the edge of the forest to a location he had never even seen before; he walked out slowly to the sight in front of him. It was a lake, not a ripple on its surface, surrounded by trees and seemingly out of a fairy tale. He had never heard of this lake ever being here, nor had he even seen it here before. He walked out slowly to stand at its edge and looked into the waters, his reflection showed like a mirror.

He was about an average man, strongly built from working out to get rid of frustration on a bad day. He had no facial hair, liking to keep it clean, well kept black hair, and had bright blue eyes. He had blue jeans and a simple undershirt on, having come here from his gym in the garage. He sighed looking at his figure, he didn’t know what he had done to have everything go so wrong.

Suddenly, he felt as peace, without a problem or care in the world, he seemed happy almost. He saw his image smile and had a sparkle in its eye. Then he realized he Was smiling, he didn’t know why he had nothing to smile about. Then that giggle came from behind him, and he spun around to try and catch what it was, he opened his mouth in awe at the sight of it.

It was a woman, one of the most beautiful he had ever seen. There just didn’t seem to be anything wrong with her at all, pristine down to the last detail, and the more he looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed to become. She had brilliant green eyes and long blonde hair, but there was two features the stuck out the most to him. The first, where two large wings sprouting from her back, like a dragonfly’s, a rainbow seemed to glisten over them and they looked rather fragile. The second, was the fact she wore no clothing stand before him in the nude, her breasts standing out to be viewed by him and her hairless vagina present as well.

As he stood staring at her figure she giggled again, “You humans are so funny, can’t stop staring at a woman.” She giggled again watching his eyes dip up and down then snap back to her eyes, facing turning red a little. “You shouldn’t..Wait what are you!?” he was very confused suddenly, this didn’t seem real, but he felt so calm almost drawn to her, he was fighting not to take a step towards her. She giggled again, shifting her weight onto one leg, “What’s the matter? You don’t like me?” He blinked and took a step forward, “No! Your..lovely!” She smiled at that, he didn’t seem to have much objection or control for some reason.

She raised a hand and made a beckoning motion to him, he began walking slowly towards her, he couldn’t help but go to her. “Come here..you look so trouble, I want to help you..” she said it slowly and with a slight seductive tone. He moved to her, standing directly in front of her his eyes locked to hers, she gave him a loving smile and moved her lips right next to his brushing against them. “I can make it all go away..just surrender yourself to me..” she whispered softly to him. He struggled for a moment but her alluring presence coupled with his recent trauma broke his resolve, he whispered back, “I’ll do anything.”

She gave a soft giggle, this one sounded nothing like that of a little girl, more a women getting what she wanted from a man. She pressed her lips to his and he succumbed to her, wrapping his arms around her lithe form and kissing her deeply, their tongues intertwining within one another, he easily feel the hardness straining against his pants now, as it had been since he laid eyes on her. The kiss seemed to last for eternity as he forgot what it was like to have never known this woman; she was slowly taking over the way he thought with the way she looked.

He pulled away from her lips slowly, looking into her opening eyes with a new longing, she whispered to him, “You can have me..and you will submit yourself to me..” He was suddenly overcome with desire for her, he couldn’t stop what he was going to do next because it filled every fiber of his body suddenly. He didn’t know how he had lost his clothes or if he had even had them before, whichever it was he didn’t care.

He pushed up against her and easily found a soft wall made of leaves behind her that was strong yet soft and pressed her up against it kissing her lustfully. She made a small noise into his mouth that he ignored as if it was a sound of protest, moving to hold her up by her legs taking control during the situation. Then without warning he viciously entered her and pounded against her into the vines he was the only thing holding her up now. He was becoming an animal, he didn’t care about his previous life anymore, and his sole object was this fascinating woman and being with her. He continued to pound against her as she moaned gleefully into the air as he grunted with each thrust. Her glistening wings flapped in rhythm to each thrust, sparkling lights falling around them as he continued on in her. As he held her and continued he brought is lips back to hers and continued with a lustful kiss again, this time they each were moaning into the others mouths in the joy of the moment.

As he continued his lust for her she started to moan ever louder, almost trying to force herself back against him with each thrust into her. Her wings started to flap against his back now as her hands clung to him for support the dust fell around them more, each one that hit him felt like her touching him all over in a ever caressing fashion. He began to feel the pressure building as he thrust harder, slamming against her in long slow, but still fast thrusts.  And then simultaneously the moaned into each other’s mouths as her wings went crazy beating around her. He felt himself releasing into her as she clamped onto him having an orgasm in rhythm with his own heightening the experience. He started to go limp as he continued to pour into her wave after wave, each time she clung to him a little tighter.

As he began to become too weak to support his legs he started to fall backwards, the motes of dust had put him through a feeling the near exhausted him because of it. Her wings let them slowly fall to the soft grass below them still holding onto one another, and still connected. She looked into his eyes with a pleased smile, “Your amazing..for a human..my human..” and she began kissing him once more, this one filled with passion. He found the energy to kiss back, his mind slipping into oblivion as he forgot everything he once was, he now belonged to this magnificent being.

STOP!

Gollod on Supernatural Stories

As you sit, staring out of the bus window, you think back over the day. How slow time had seem to go,
How, no matter what you did, everything today was just so boring. Suddenly, awakening you from your
dreams, someone smacks you over the back of the head. "Stop it" you mumble.
Of coarse, they hit you again. You turn around. "Stop it", you say forcefully. Before you even get a chance
to turn around again, you get another smack over the head. "STOP!" you scream at the kid behind you.
Instantly, he freezes. The bus goes silent. Nobody moves. "Thankyou" you say, and go back to looking
through the window. But the bus isn't moving. You look around, infact, nothing is.
Trying to make sense of it in your head, you tap the
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person in front of you on the shoulder.
They don't move, so you push their head forwards. It stays there. "Oh my god", you realise. You stopped time.
"Awesome as!" you yell, and jump out of your seat. You run to the dor of the bus, but cant get it open. Something
is jamming it shut. "Awww shit" you groan, and return to your seat. Just as you are about to try to restart time, an
idea comes to you. Sitting in front of you, is a very pretty girl, only about one year younger than you. You scratch
your head, wondering if it is possible. Yes, it is, you decide, and get up. As you walk around the seat,m you hands
are shaking with anticipation. You stroke her hair from her face, and get up close to her. You notice really how pretty
She actually is. Slowly, you kiss her on the lips. Lightly at first, then passionately as you realise theres nothing anyone can do. You begin to undo the buttons on her white school dress. Then, standing her upright, you slide the dress off of her.

She stands clad in nothing but her frilly cotton bra and baby blue cotton panties. Shaking, you take them slowly take them both off.
Nude, she looks even better with large breasts and a trimmed pussy. You are a guy, so you don't know heaps about bra sizes, but you guess a C-cup.
Impressed, you think what to do next. Looking down at her crotch, an idea springs to mind. You arn't a virgin. Sure, you don't get laid every night, but you've been
there. But never like this, never been allowed to do whatever you want. You grin, then get to work. Carefully, you work her over to the edge of
the seat. Then, you lift one of her legs onto the seat itself, with the other on the floor. Now, you've spread her legs. You undo the fly on your black school pants, and slide them down to your ankles. Then down with your underwear. Finally, stipped down to nothing but an undone tshirt,
you try to penetrate her. You find her pussy is too dry, so you spit on your hands then rub her pussy a little bit. But just to be sure, you get down on one knee and begin to lick her out. You thrust your tounge deep inside of her, when lick all around her labia and clit. After you feel like that enough, you stand back
up again, and stroke your dick to bring it back to peak. Whilst not HUGE, your quiet happy with your seven and a half inch dong. And you havn't had any complaints either...

Ready, preped and rearing to go, you slowly push at the opening of her pussy. After a bit of sliding an maneuvering, you eventually feel the head of you dick slide in.
You start thrusting repeatedly, hard and fast into her. It feels so good, so warm and tight. You can feel every little ridge or bump inside her pussy. Moaning, you keep sliding
in and out of her. You feel an orgasm building. That feeling around the base of your dick grows, and your balls get tight. As you get very close to cumming, your dick slides out.
Coming to your senses for a moment, you think about the repocussions of getting her pregnant. So instead of sliding back into her pussy, you slowly push into her ass, and resume thrusting.
After only a few minute, you are ready to cum again, and this time do. You feel to good, not wearing a condom and not worring. Your cum surges into her ass, oozing out over the head of your dick.
You stay still for a few moments, then pull out. You go and wipe your dick over the face of the guy who hit you, then redress the girl. You get dressed again, then thinking as hard as you can, you yell "START".

Time resumes, they guy behind you wipes her face and looks at his hand then at the roof. The girl ahead of you gives a short, sharp groan and adjusts herself in the seat, and adjusts her clothing. You sit there
smiling, humming a little tune to yourself.

And no-one knows why...

Ghost Boyfriend

jessy19 on Supernatural Stories

Jeff held Courtney's hand as she cried. Nick, Courtney's long time boyfriend of 2 years had passed away in a horrible car accident. Nick was also Jeff's best friend since grade school. The funeral ceremony was short and Courtney felt as if her world had been torn apart. Nick had been a wonderful, caring, and understanding boyfriend. They would stay up late at night talking about how they would marry after college and live happily ever after. Now all of that was gone. Courtney dried her eyes with a tissue and everyone began to walk outside ready to head on over to the cemetery. The clouds were looking dark outside as if it was about to rain. Once at the cemetery Courtney held on to Jeff's hand for support. She knew he was the only other person that cared about Nick as much as she did, besid
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es Nick's family. Cried and sobs could be heard as the priest said his prayers. Courtney didn't cry. She was all out of tears. She recalls a few days before when she was given the awful news. She cried day and night almost nonstop. Being in college, she got an excuse from her professors to stay away from class for at least a week. Luckily she lived alone otherwise living with a roommate like she did last year would have killed her. She needed time alone. After the funeral, Courtney decided to head home. Jeff watched her leave in her car and waved to her. She was beautiful, he had to admit. Her hair was long, blonde and silky. Her eyes were a baby blue and her skin light. Her rosy cheeks, perfect eyebrows and pouty lips alone could make any guy fall for her. She was very petite and short standing at only 5'2". Jeff had fallen hard for Courtney ever since he first met her. He still recalled Nick introducing them 2 years ago. Courtney was sweet, sensitive, smart, sexy and witty. What else could a guy what? She was perfect. His dream girl, but he had to stay away. No way on earth would he ever let a girl come between his friendship. He recalled watching Nick and Courtney kissing and he watched. He watched how his best friend slid his hand up and down Courtney's beautiful hourglass shaped body. He'd gotten so hard that he just had to look away. Now Nick was gone, yet Jeff still felt like making a move on Courtney would be wrong. Lying in the bathtub, Courtney relaxed in a bubble bath. She'd been through hell that week with all the funeral things going on and trying to keep up with her schoolwork. She closed her eyes for a moment and could faintly hear Nick's voice humming to her as he used to when she took a bubble bath. He'd hum as he washed her neck and back. He used to tell her about his day and how much he loved her. It was the most wonderful time of her life. Now Nick was gone. It was time to begin life all over again. She wondered how long that would take her. ~One Year Later~ Nick slicked his brown hair back and his green eyes pierced at himself in the mirror. He had to admit he never looked better of felt better in his entire life. He recalled the accident and he still recalled Courtney his true love. She'd been the first girl he'd been with sexually and emotionally. And Jeff. He remembered his best friend in the whole world. A friend that had been his friend through thick and thin. A kind of friend that you could trust with your own life. He missed them both but often got to get a peak at them. He'd watched Courtney at school, when she slept and when she talked out loud as if she knew he was present. Jeff had done well in school despite his best friends death. Jeff's short black curly hair and dark deep blue eyes could make almost any girl swoon. He was charming, intelligent and very polite. Nick often wondered why Jeff never had a girlfriend. He said he was always too busy with school but Nick knew there had to be something else behind it all. "Courtney? Are you busy?" Courtney heard a deep masculine voice speaking to her. She looked up to see Jeff standing there holding his backpack. "Hey Jeff. No I'm just studying for my history exam. I swear if I don't pass this, I'll never graduate college." Jeff laughed. "You're smart Courtney you can do it. If you need any help I'm here." Courtney looked at Jeff's handsome face and smiled. "Thank you. They continued to talk and Nick sat near by listening. He noticed his best friend's eyes glowed as he stared at Courtney. Nick had never really noticed before. He always sensed Jeff might have a small crush on Courtney, not that he could blame him. He watched them converse for a while and then decided to disappear. Back in heaven, Nick sat quietly and looked around. He knew he shouldn't be watching Courtney or Jeff but something told him he had to. Something told him his job on Earth wasn't finished. * * * Jeff lay on his bed early the next morning and ran his hands down his body until he found his hard cock. He gripped it tightly and moaned quietly. He'd spent the entire day with Courtney the day before. He could still recall the smell of her perfume, the way she talked so softly, and the way she looked at him with her eyes glowing. He was in love. He'd fallen head over heels. He wanted to ask her out as more than just a friend but thought it was still too risky. Guilt swept over him thinking he'd still in some odd way be stealing his best friends girlfriend. He couldn't do that to Nick. Nick had been his best friend since they were children. Nick had been a friend you never forget. Jeff began to stroke his cock slowly as his mind filled with thoughts of Courtney's pretty face, little body, and long tanned legs. He'd accidentally touched her hand several times and each time, her touch alone would entice him. The way she smiled at him made his heart flutter. Courtney was his dream girl. "Hmmmgghhhh," Jeff moaned stroking his hard member faster now. He had a good tight grip on it and felt his veins pulsing and his balls swelling up full of cum ready to be released. He closed his eyes envisioning kissing Courtney softly on her pouty lips. His hands would roam her entire body touching every curve she had. He'd kiss her neck softy and lightly suck on it leaving her soft little red marks. His hands would move to her breasts as he caressed them over her top feeling her nipples harden underneath the fabric of her top. She'd moan softly into his ear and beg for more of his touch, beg for his cock... "Ahhhhh fuck!" Jeff cried out as he felt a long hard shot of sperm shooting out of his throbbing cock. The long ropes of warm cum shot out furiously. Jeff groaned and felt his toes curl. He lay in bed for a minute catching his breath and feeling his cock begin to soften in his cum covered hands. * * * Courtney woke up the next morning as looked out her window. She could see several of her classmates running outside, as it was their usual jogging time. She groaned not wanting to get out of bed. She wore nothing but a long nightshirt and soft pink cotton panties to bed. Her nightshirt was lifted up above her waist. Courtney looked up at the ceiling and smiled. "I miss you Nick. I miss you so much." She lifted her shirt up all the way exposing her small breasts. Her nipples were so hard and felt incredibly sensitive as she touched them. Her fingers ran gently over each breast giving her the sensation of wanting to masturbate. It'd been so long or at least it seemed like an eternity since she last had any kind of sexual pleasure. She remembered the last time she and Nick had sex. He'd been so gentle with her that night. He'd moved in and out of her so slowly at first letting her enjoy the feel of his cock inside of her. She remembered the look of love in his eyes as he began to move faster inside of her. She ran her hand all over his skin feeling him, so hot and sweaty. "Ooh God!" Courtney called out. One hand stayed on her breasts and the other moved down. She ran it passed her flat belly and it stopped once it was between her legs. She could feel her panties soaking wet. Her finger rubbed up and down over the cotton fabric where her clit is. She moaned softly and pushed her panties to the side. She spread her lips open and flicked her clit with her finger so fast. Her little body squirmed on the bed as she began to pleasure herself. "Oohhh Ahhrrrhhhhhh!" Her finger slid into her pussy. She could feel she was wet and so warm. Her juices seeped out coating her finger with her honey. Her finger slid in and out of her opening and so many thoughts ran through her mind. First Nick came to mind. His mouth between her legs and his wonderful lovemaking. But then, images of Jeff came to her mind. Courtney tried to fight it. She didn't want to think of Jeff. He was a friend that's all. Nothing but a dear true friend. "Mmmmgghhhh!" Courtney wailed as she thought more about Jeff. She loved the way he looked at her lately. She'd noticed his stares of admiration before Nick had passed away. She always blushed but never thought about Jeff in more than a friendly way. She was in love with Nick and Jeff was nothing but a friend. Ok so she had secretly thought about kissing Jeff. Maybe even letting him feel her breasts. Letting him run his hands down between her legs and fingering her. Making her moan loudly as he sucked on her nipples. They were just fantasies. Something she would never act upon, but Oh God he was gorgeous, she had to admit. Courtney felt her heart racing and her body tighten up as she began to climax. Her nipples got so big and her body trembled. "Mmmmmm Jeff!" She found herself blurting out his name. Nick knew what was going on. He knew he was in a better place, and Courtney was still on Earth and needed to be happy again. Jeff could make her happy. He had to find a way to make them both realize that they belonged together now. They both had a chance at love. * * * Jeff was studying for one of his anatomy exams on evening when he heard a noise outside his window. He took a peak outside and saw nothing but trees swaying from the hard wind. The sky looked dark and a sudden sound of thunder was heard. Jeff frowned. He had no idea it would rain that evening. He closed his window and his blinds. Heading back to his studying Jeff's eyes widened and his breath grew short. He stood there frozen as he looked at Nick standing before him. Nick grinned at his friend but Jeff was speechless. "Jeff?" Nick asked softly. Jeff still didn't respond. His heart was pounding so hard he swears he almost had a heart attack. It was either Nick's ghost or Jeff was hallucinating. He stepped back feeling so frightened. "Jeff, please talk to me. It's me Nick." Jeff was still dumbfounded. It had to be a dream! This wasn't real. Nick was dead. It was all his own imagination. Jeff gulped and took a deep breath. "N-nick?" Nick nodded. "Yes it's me. Please don't freak Jeff. I know I'm dead. I'm a ghost." "N-nick. I m-miss you!" Jeff stammered and had tears running down his handsome face. Nick felt tears swelling up in his eyes. "I know. I miss you too. And Courtney. Oh God I still love her." "Why are you here? I mean I'm glad you are here but..." Jeff's words trailed off. Nick walked closer to his friend. He put his arms around him and Jeff hugged his friend back. It felt almost like old times when they used to bond the way best friends should bond. Jeff couldn't feel Nick but he knew Nick could feel him. "Nick, Courtney still loves you. I know she does." Nick took a look at his friend. "And you love her don't you?" Jeff wanted to look away but he was afraid if he did, Nick would be gone. "Yes I do. I'm sorry." "You've always been in love with her haven't you?" Jeff nodded as he wiped his tears. "Yes. But I never did anything with her Nick. I swear! I'd never do that to you." Nick smiled. "I know you wouldn't. You're a true friend Jeff. I'm sorry I never got to tell you how much I appreciated your friendship when I was alive. I did. I still carry you and Courtney in my heart." Jeff stared at Nick in amazement. He hadn't realized how much he missed his best friend until that moment. "I'm glad you came to visit me. Are you going to be able to do that more often?" Nick shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I can. It's weird you know. I think I got these strange powers now. I can make myself disappear or appear whenever I want. I was going to appear for Courtney, but I had to talk to you first. Jeff I need you to make Courtney happy." Jeff looked shocked. "W-what? Me? What do you mean?" "You know what I mean. Jeff it's time you go on with life. I know you and Courtney are denying each other because of me. Well guess what? I'm gone! You two deserve one another. I mean I can't think of any other guy who could make Courtney as happy as you can. I trust you to take care of my girl Jeff. I love you both and you both mean so much to me. I need you two to take care of each other and love one another." Jeff looked uneasy. "Nick, she was your girl. I can't-" "That's right! She was my girl. But she isn't anymore. Life has changed and you have to change with it Jeff. I know you will make her happy. She needs you." Jeff smiled shyly. "I love her so much Nick. She's all I think about." "Yes I know you do. Please go to her." Jeff nodded. "No I can't. She probably doesn't feel the same way about me. I mean she was so in love with you." "Well she's going to find someone else eventually. I mean she's only 21. I don't think she's going to spend the rest of her life mourning over me right? So it's your chance Jeff to get the girl of our dreams." Jeff laughed quietly and hugged his friend again. "I love you man." "I love you too." Jeff sighed. "Ok now can you at least talk to Courtney too? She probably wants to see you again. It'll be such a treat for her." "I don't know if I can. I can try. I think I can only appear for some people." "She must be studying right now. She studies at the same time I do." "Yes she does." "Can you come with me? I'm so nervous." Nick winked. "Yup I sure can. I won't let you down Jeff." Jeff left his blue jeans on and changed into a black t-shirt and put on his boots. They both headed out to Courtney's apartment to see if Jeff and Courtney could admit their love for one another. * * * Courtney was frustrated over her chemistry homework. She lay on her bed in her long baby blue t-shirt that used to belong to Nick. Her blonde hair was hanging down and her long legs dangled off the bed. Knock! Knock! Courtney got startled. She raised her body up from the bed and realized it was almost nine that night. She wondered if it was Jeff. She hoped it would be. "Jeff!" Courtney's smile grew as she saw Jeff standing in front of her door. "Hey. Are you busy?" Jeff couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked. "Not really just doing some chemistry. Come in." Jeff stepped in and Nick followed. Nick closed his eyes and hoped Courtney could see him, but no matter how hard he tried, Courtney didn't seem to see him there. Jeff looked at Nick nervously. He took a seat on Courtney's bed and she sat next to him." "So what's going on? What brings you here this time of night?" Jeff took a deep breath before speaking. "Well, I saw someone tonight. Someone you and I know." Courtney looked puzzled. "Who?" "Nick." Courtney stood up looking so angry. "Stop it Jeff. Stop playing like that. It's not funny." Jeff looked up at her. She looked shaky. "I'm not playing. Courtney it's true. I saw him. I even talked to him." "Jeff, have you been drinking?" "No. You know I don't drink. Courtney please listen to me." "I've heard enough. Jeff I hate to be rude but please leave." "No Courtney please, listen to me." "I said leave!" Courtney's bottom lip trembled as she was beginning to cry. Jeff stood up and tried to touch Courtney's shoulder. She moved away from him and tears rolled down her face. "Courtney he's here in the room with us right now as we speak." Courtney sobbed. "Why are you doing this to me? Jeff please stop talking this nonsense!" Nick watched as his friend struggled to tell Courtney about his appearance. Nick took a deep breath and wished. He wished hard and suddenly felt as if he was fading away. Jeff was about to speak, when suddenly he felt his breath go short and his body tremble. Courtney looked scared. "Jeff? Are you OK?" Jeff didn't respond. He just kept shaking for a moment and then fell on the floor on his knees. Courtney rushed to him trying to help him out. "Jeff please talk to me. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be that way with you. Jeff!" Jeff looked up at her finally but it wasn't Jeff. It was Nick. Nick was inside Jeff's body now. Courtney looked into Jeff's eyes but realized there was something different. It was something so familiar. She held Jeff's hands in hers and felt that touch. The touch that used to make her get so excited. It was Nick's touch. "Jeff? Nick?" Courtney asked confused. "It's me babe. It's Nick." Nick nodded. "Yes it is. I've missed you so much. I love you Courtney." Courtney was confused. She slowly walked to Jeff and put her hand on his face. Jeff put his arms around her and even though it was Jeff hugging her, she could feel Nick's touch. "I can't believe it's you. This has to be a dream." Nick laughed. "It's not." Courtney began to cry and she held Nick and Jeff at the same time. "I love you Nick. I love you so much. I miss you." "I miss you too. You know I still love you and I always will." Courtney felt him cup her chin and make her look up at him. She saw Jeff's face but still felt Nick's presence. "Jeff loves you too you know that? He loves you more than just a friend. Please give him a chance." Courtney wanted to protest, but she couldn't. She was very fond of Jeff. How could she not be? He was kind, gentle, smart, and sweet. He was now her best friend. Someone you could trust your life with. She had to admit she loved Jeff too. There had been so many times she thought about him sexually and emotionally. He was the best thing that she had ever since Nick. "B-but he's your best friend. Isn't that wrong?" Nick nodded. "No it's not. It's very right. I want you to be happy and I want Jeff to be happy. The only way that'll happen is if you two admit that you love one another and want to be with each other. Courtney life is too short for you to be depriving yourself of true love." Courtney bit her lower lip and blushed. "I do like Jeff. No, I love Jeff. I love him so much." It felt good to admit that. Nick felt his heart flutter with happiness. Finally his best friend and his girl would be together. They'd be able to enjoy each other for a long time to come. Maybe even for eternity. Nick leaned down to kiss Courtney's lips. He'd missed her kisses. The way she always kissed so softly and the way her tongue used to slide with his. Courtney's toes curled as she kissed Jeff's lips but felt Nick's kiss. It was so exciting and emotional. Tears ran down harder on her pretty face. Her heart raced and Nick began to slowly lift up her shirt. It's been his t-shirt. His brother had gotten it for him one Christmas, but it was too large. He gave it to Courtney since she woke up one morning and slipped it on after they had made love for the first time. She walked around in it making him want her more. She modeled it for him and he never forgot that moment. He never would. She still wore the shirt that brought so many sweet memories back. He knew even though she loved Jeff, that he would always have a special place in her heart. Courtney felt the shirt being lifted up her body. She raised her arms letting Nick take it off. She stood there topless; wearing only her bikini cut baby blue lace panties. Nick began to drool He hadn't forgotten how gorgeous she looked half naked and even more beautiful completely naked. "I have to go Courtney," Nick said touching her face. Courtney opened her eyes and knew this was right. "I know. I will always think of you. I will see you someday in heaven." Nick felt like crying. "Yes you will. Until then, Jeff will take care of you. He'll love you as much as I did." Courtney closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Goodbye Nick. Goodbye. I love you." Nick kissed her lips softly. "I'll always love you. Goodbye my love." Jeff saw the world spinning for a moment and felt dizzy. He vision blurred and then he opened to his eyes. His jaw dropped as Courtney stood there topless smiling at him. "Courtney, y-your so... wow... so..." Courtney moved towards him and put her arms around him. "I love you Jeff. I slowly fallen in love with you." Her words touched Jeff's heart. "I love you too Courtney. I'm so in love with you. I've loved you since the first day I met you. You're an incredible woman." Courtney tiptoed and reached up to kiss Jeff. She could now distinguish the way Jeff's lips felt compared to Nick's. Their lips touched and parted. Their tongues made their way into each other's mouths. The kiss they shared was full of passion and love. Jeff felt his cock growing inside of his jeans. The more he kissed the girl of his dreams, the more he got hot. He ran his hands up and down her bare back and down to her buttocks. They felt so firm. He squeezed them gently with his hand and moved his mouth down to her neck. He licked and kissed her neck gently. His lips began to softly suck on it, leaving little red marks on Courtney's neck. Courtney moaned tenderly as she enjoyed her new lover's touch and kisses. Jeff moved lower and his mouth found Courtney's breasts. He took turns kissing each breast and once he came across to her nipples, he felt his mouth almost drool. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it gently. Courtney threw her head back and moaned louder. Jeff's mouth felt so good sucking on her nipple and his tongue flicked it sending chills all over her body. "Mmmm more! Oh Jeff this feels so good!" Courtney purred. Jeff kept licking and sucking on Courtney's big pink hard nipples. He picked her little body up from the floor and carried her over to her bed. Courtney's body lay on the bed and she stared up at her lover. Jeff began to remove his shirt showing Courtney his hard chest and stomach. Courtney gulped, feeling mesmerized at his beautiful body. Jeff then leaned down to take off his boots and socks. He then unbuttoned his pants and looked down at Courtney who's eyes were filled with curiosity. His eyes trailed her almost naked body. She was an absolute goddess! Her skin was so soft and she carried a nice tan. Her tummy was flat and had a small silver naval ring. Nick had been so lucky to be with this beautiful woman almost every night. What man wouldn't be jealous? Courtney spread her legs teasing her new lover. She smiled up at him and he was almost speechless. Her baby blue panties were there, visible for his eyes to see. There was a little wet spot on them from Courtney's honey. "I'm so ready to be with you Courtney. I hope you don't think I'm going to fast, it's just that you are so irresistible. You don't know how many times I've dreamed about this." Jeff whispered as he leaned down grabbing both sides of Courtney's panties. Courtney lifted her hips off the bed inviting him to strip her down. Jeff moved Courtney's panties down her smooth legs and almost choked as he stared at her amazing little pussy. She was completely shaven and he couldn't wait to taste her to feel how baby smooth she was. He moved her body up and he dove down between her legs ready to taste just how sweet she really was. As his face got close to her pussy, he could already smell her feminine scent. It was incredibly intoxicating! He spread her soft pink lips open, and her little wet pink clit peaked out. He ran his tongue up and down on it very slowly feeling her get more wet and squirm on the bed. "Ooh lick me! Taste me Jeff!" Courtney implored. Jeff licked her faster now hearing her innocent moans and feeling her juices begin to drip down his lips. She tasted so delicious, just like he thought she would. His lips clamped on to her clit and he sucked on it hard making Courtney almost scream out in pleasure. He looked up at her and her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she tried to gasp for air. Her body kept squirming from the intense pleasure. "I'm going to cum Jeff! Oh Goddddd!" Courtney exclaimed. Jeff sucked her clit harder now and felt her tense up. He slid a finger inside of her and could feel her pussy clasp it. She bit her lower lip and began to moan loudly. "Oohhh Jeff! Mmmgghhhhhhh!" Jeff felt her warm honey oozing out of her and into his mouth. Her taste was absolutely delicious. She came for what seemed to be an eternity until Jeff felt her body slowly get back at ease. Her breathing was still heavy. He watched her chest heave up and down and her nipples were engorged. Jeff parted his lips letting Courtney's clit slip out slowly. He made his way up kissing her body. She smelled so wonderful. Once his made his way wall the way up her body his lips met with hers. They shared her taste in their kiss. Courtney moaned into their kiss. "You taste so delicious!" Jeff groaned. Courtney looked into his eyes. "I love you. It feels good to finally be able to tell you." Jeff felt his whole body get excited. "I love you too. I love you so much!" "Make love to me Jeff," Courtney begged. Jeff kissed her lips softly and stood up to remove his boxers. Courtney raised herself up on her shoulders to look at her new lover's cock. She wondered what he had to offer her. Jeff slide down his boxers and Courtney gasped. Jeff's cock stood up straight and so hard. He was a nice size about seven inches long or so. Nice thick mushroom head dripping with precum. Courtney wondered what he would feel like inside of her. She'd only had one lover, that had been Nick, but now she was ready to experience love once again. Jeff moved to the bed once again and climbed on top of Courtney. She looked up at him and put her hands on his shoulders as he positioned himself. Jeff hadn't had sex in such a long time. It'd been well over a year. He couldn't wait to be inside his dream girl. The girl he'd secretly fantasized about for two years. "I've dreamed about this moment Courtney. Now you're letting me have this and I can't believe it. It's like a dream come true. Tell me I'm not dreaming." Courtney smiled. "You're not dreaming. This is so real. You and I making love is going to be so real." Jeff had never been more excited or turned on by any other female in his entire youth. He grabbed his throbbing cock and began to poke at Courtney's tight opening. Jeff groaned and felt his cock slowly being swallowed up by Courtney's pussy. She felt so tight! His cock was being smothered by Courtney's lovely cunt. He kept sliding his cock in until every inch was buried inside of Courtney. Courtney shrilled in pure delight. Having a cock inside of her felt so incredible. It was like heaven all over again. He felt different than Nick. They both had their own way of making love. She was learning Jeff's way now. Courtney put her legs around Jeff's waist pulling him closer to her. "I feel you so deep inside of me Jeff. You feel sooo good! Oooh yes!" Jeff began to move in and out of his dream girl. She wasn't a dream anymore. She was his now. He would take care of her just like his best friend had told him to. "Courtney, I love the way you feel! I can't believe I'm inside of you!" He kept pumping her and they both moaned in pleasure together. They had become one that night. They both felt so happy to finally be able to find love with one another. Jeff felt his balls swell up full of his cum ready to shoot out into the girl he loved with all of his heart. Courtney could feel his cock twitching inside of her and she knew he was about to cum. Nick's cock used to do the same thing before he exploded inside of her. Courtney felt a rush of excitement go through her entire body. She almost lifted her hips off the bed and then it happened. She was climaxing. She was cumming on Jeff's cock. "Ooh Jeff! I'm cumming! I'm... c-cumming!" Jeff felt Courtney tense up and his cock couldn't take it anymore. "I'm cumming with you love. Oh Courtney feel my seed!" "I feel it! Oh God!" Courtney was in bliss. Jeff stared into Courtney's eyes as they both came together. It was a beautiful moment. A moment one does not ever forget. Courtney felt her pussy being flooded by her lover's cum. It was so warm and spurting out so hard inside of her. They were both breathing so hard enjoying each other. After cumming, Jeff slide out of Courtney's pussy and lay next to her. He stroked her hair and touched her face. She was an angel. His angel. "It's strange how some things happen for a reason huh?" Courtney asked softly. Jeff nodded. "Yes it is. It was so hard when we lost Nick but now look at us. I know Nick is happy for us too." "I am happy for you. I'm so happy for you both," Nick said out loud but Courtney and Jeff could not hear. They were basking in their own happiness. Nick took one last look the lovely couple and disappeared. He'd always watch over them and make sure Jeff would treat Courtney right. The way she deserved to be treated. The way he would have if he'd still been alive. The End Courtney stepped back again and her heart pounded. It felt like a dream. Maybe it was a dream, but it felt so real! Was Nick trapped inside of Jeff's body? Had he come down from heaven to talk to her? "I don't believe it! Nick! Is that really you?"

Haunted Mirror 3

K.Teal on Supernatural Stories

The other side of the mirror was horrible, the smell of sulfure was thick in the air, while the heat baked upon the living flesh. Screams of torment echo'd all around, though in reality there was nothing physical just blackness.

Kathy slightly woke from her daze, but the blackness was so thick she couldn't see anything, just hear the screams and moans. Her whole body shook and it felt like she was being dragged by her hair across sharp stone work. The stones ripped her shirt wide open, and dug into her bare breasts causing blood to weld up from the scaped welts.

Kathy could feel the claws grip into her hair as they continued to pull her forward, and she reached up to grab the thick wrist. She could feal the leathery scales, the tight thick bones and what felt like sharp in

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trusions coming out of it's skin. She screamed even more, squirming and trying to pull away.

Finally after being drug for what seemed like forever she was lifted up off the ground and thrown down on what felt like a smooth stone slab. Her head was spinning and it hurt from being banged around so much. She felt metal chaines wrap around her arms and legs locking tightly around her body, she could also hear the creatures thick heavy breaths.

"Don't worry little pet, it will only hurt for a moment... then you won't care anymore." The voice growled at her as her clothes started to be ripped off her body. She trembled as she layed there, being exposed to the sweltering heat and the horrid smell of sulfer. "Soon it won't matter anymore, soon you will be in sexual bliss and torment. You are mine." He continued to explain as the world around her started to take some sort of form.

She could see the blackish red stone walls, that seemed to bleed. The ground was sharp obsidian stone, it must have been what was cutting into her body as she was being dragged across the floor, and the stone slab she was on, looked to be a high table. The outside edges had a two to three inch wide channel around it.

She got her first site of the demon creature, he had huge thick horns that came out the side of his head like a angus bull. His face was more feline though, with large black smoldering eyes and sharp jagged teeth in his maw. His neck was thick, and his skin was an off red, almost like a burned charcole red. He was very muscular, far more then any normal man could ever be. His chest was hairless, thick and tight skin stretched over hard muscles. He narrowed a bit at the hips, then had thick muscular goat legs and a tail.

She trembled as she saw his smoldering eyes looking down at her naked form, it both scared her to death, but excited her body. Her nipples pressed up so hard right away, even with the blood dripping down her teenage body. "One more time little Kathy.. one more..." He growled as his hands smoothed over her breasts.

He moved her arms to the sides of the slab, pulling the chains so it forced her arms to remain wide open, and not at hersides. Her wrists were hanging over the space between the edge of the table, and the center where she was tied to. He then spread her legs wide, to the point her ankles were also over the trench in the slab. The move ment not only exposed her womanhood, but it stretched her legs out so wide she thought her hips would break.

He then pushed down on the foot of the center slab, it pushed down slightly, tilting her hips upwards and forcing her back to bend unconfertably. This movement forced her knees to bend so she was spread wide and forced open for him to probe and invade.

He then moved back down to her head, taking a hold of her chin in his hands. "Now I am going to make you mine." He growled as he licked his lizard like tongue down the side of her cheek. "I will brand and pierce you like a cow... fuck you until you can't handle it anymore. When you go back to your family you will have my seed growing inside your womb."

He then pryed her mouth open, sliding a metal gag down inside. It forced her to keep her mouth wide open for him, almost like some nighmareish dentist's wet dream.  He then reached in with a set of tongs, small ones and forced her to stick her tongue out. She layed there in that vunerable open pisition with her tongue forced out. He took up a needle, a curved one that was thick and then slowly forced it into her tongue. She screamed and tried to pull back her tongue, but the tong was so tight she couldn't pull it back. He laced the needle all the way through, she could taste blood running over her mouth as she squirmed. He pulled the needle out, still holding her tongue in the tongs and slowly, very carefully slid a hot metal ring into it. Once it was clamped shut, he looked down into her eyes watching the tears stream down the side of her face as she screamed in agony.

"It will only hurt a moment little slave... little cow." He purred at her almost lovingly. She slow badly wanted to shut her mouth and let her saliva sooth the burning from the metal but the gag forced it to remain open. He moved down to her breasts, lifting a rag to clean them up, wiping the blood away. "Now we'll peirce your breasts my little pet, because when I call to you I want them to tremble." He reached down and pinched her nipples hard, making sure they were as erect as they were ever going to get. He then lifted the needle again, and peirced the skin of her breasts, making her scream even more in agony. Her head was spinning again but the pulling and peircing was soon over. He clamped a ring through her brest, and then lifted hot metal pointed thing. She couldn't quiet tell what it was, but she felt it get touched to the ring he just pushed into her body, sealing the crease of the metal so they couldn't be taken out. She felt the metal heat up, and burn the inside of her nipples so bad this time making her pass out.

Kathy didn't know how long she was out of it, but when she woke up both of her breasts ached and hurt so bad. She could feel a thin chain laying cross her breasts and belly connecting the two nipple rings together. She looked around and saw the creature standing back, patiently waiting for her to wake up. "Good your awake..." he murmered, his demonic like features had slowly faded away, until he was nothing more then a dark skinned bulky man. But she knew what he really was. "I was waiting for you to wake up before I went on... " he mused, his voice sounded more masculine and less demonic. He had black slicked hair, dark eyes and a long angular face. He wore what looked like a mad doctors uniform, long white lab coat with gathered sleeves, back from the fifties or fourties mental hospitals.

He stepped down to her lower portions, jutted up and exposed like that. His hands reached out as he stroke a finger through her lips. She couldn't help but shudder, and moan as his finger rubbed her sensitive skin so seductively. "We have to get you nice wet... your clit swollen. " He explaned as he leaned forward and slid that snake like tongue over her folds.

She shuddered and closed her eyes, her mouth still forced open as he licked and teased her skin. His tongue curled around her clit, pressing up against it, then rolling it around as his mouth latched on for a good long time. She found herself trying to rock into his mouth, trying to get more of him as she felt herself getting so wet down between her legs.

When he pulled away she wimpered, though his finger rose up and pinched her clit tightly, causing her whole body to quake. She couldn't see what he was doing at this point, all she knew was her clit was on fire, she wanted to be fucked again. Though she couldn't say anything at all, the gag in her mouth preventing anything more then grunts, screams and wimpers.

Suddenly pain shot through her clit as something sharp pierced right through it. She screamed and pulled trying to sit up and pull away from him. The world started growing black again as she just lost it.

When she awoke again she had been moved around. She was laying on her stomach, the lower half of the slab had been turned up to make her hips open wide and raised for him. Her chest was pressed into the stone, her breasts hurting and aching so badly and the gag was still in her mouth. She felt a breeze against her head and pussy, realizing he'd shaved off all her hair.. so she was completely smooth. And a collar was fastened around her neck.

She let out several breaths and tried to call out which of course got the attention of her captor. "Well your awake again... good.." he mused as his hands glided over her hips and back. "You look so pretty now.." He continued as he came around. "Don't worry the pain will go away." He explained to her as he came to her side, moving to side his hand in the trench that was now filled with blood. "In a moment, you will have my seed growing in you.." He mused as he came around to her mouth. "But first I am going to test your mouth." He pulled away the white lab coat exposing his huge hard cock to her, taking it in one hand. She squirmed and closed her eyes as he forced it into her mouth, pressing it down against her sore tongue. She so badly wanted to bite down on it, but the gag was preventing her from doing so.

His hands came around her head, holding it still as he started to forcefully fuck her mouth over and over. He'd pull his cock almost out, letting the ridged skin drag across the metal ball wedged in her tongue, making her wimper and cry in pain as it pulled against the skin. He paused once the metal ball was at the very tip of his penis, then gripped the sides of her head hard as he rammed his cock right back into her mouth until her lips pressed against the furry thick base. The head of his penis hit the back of her throat forcing her muscles to gag.

He pulled back from her mouth completley, which let her breath for a second, until his hand flew out as he backhanded her across the face. "Damnit... your going to eat my cock, all of it and your not going to do that again."

She felt her face sting and burn from his slap, then he gripped her head again and shove his cock right back down her throat. She wanted to gag so bad, the friction he was placing on the piercing was causing her to get dizzy again but she didn't dare let herself gag, or he might just hurt her worce.

His cock continued to plunge in and out of her mouth, dragging over the piercing, she could swear it was getting bigger to the point it was so tight against the metal of the gag and her lips. He grunted and pound until finally he pushed all the way back again and let his seed flood her throat. He held himself there until his cock stopped jumping around, shooting out his sperm.

When he pulled out he was panting heavy, but still hard. "Good girl..." he said softly as his hand rubbed over the top of her head, petting her as if she were a dog.

He then walked around her, coming up onto the slab between her legs. She shuddered as she felt him press forward, his cock rubbing over her sore aching clit as his hands moved to undo the gag in her mouth.

She wimpered as the metal fell free onto the floor, finally relieved that it was out of her mouth. She closed her jaw several times, it was sore, and her tongue hurt so bad now.

The next thing she felt was his hands gripping her hips, and his cock pushing right into her body. It stretched her like never before, and painfully so as it caused her lips to split open, and press against her aching burning clit.

The demon paused as soon as all of him was shoved into her cunt, he was reviling in her pain as her tight muscles tried to force him back out. He then gripped her hips so tight as he started to ram into her with such force.

She screamed and begged him to stop, she told him how much it was hurting her, but he didn't give up his heavy hard pounds. He'd pull back until he was almost out of her body, then slam right back in as far as his cock would go. She jerked, pulling on the chaines that held her down, her stomach getting shoved into the raised part of the stone slab, forcing the air from her lungs.

His hands moved down to her legs, gribbing her thighs tightly as he started to pull her back into his shoves, grunting the whole time. The burning started to fade, as the rising desire started to cause her cunt to tingle. She moaned, and stopped fighting all together, just letting him fuck her as if she were a rag doll.

He continued to plow into her body, thrusting with the same force over and over again as her juices started to leak down her thighs. As she started to revil in the pleasure he was pounding into her body he started to put forth more effort. She could feel him get thicker and more excited as his speed doubled then trippled to the point she couldn't tell if he was pulling out or pushing in.

She found herself exploding inside, her whole cunt was spasming against his cock. She could feel each muscle go off, squeezing and spasming, causing her clit to burn even more, which to her felt so good. She felt dizzy, and she couldn't breath her eyes going black again as she passed out.

Kathy couldn't tell how long she was unconsious this time, but when she woke she was laying on her back again spread eagle. Her breasts were throbbing, so was her tongue and clit. She felt sore all over. She felt pressure against her vaginal walls, something was plugged up there. Her stomach felt huge and swollen, she could see her belly sticking up as if it were a round ripe watermellon.

"Oh good your awake my little cow." The man's voice appeared again. "Your belly is full of my baby, and I am going to send you home." He carerfully locked her arms, and then lifted her up off the stone slab. Her hair was still shaved off, and the silver chain connecting her breasts now hung down stretched over her stomach to her clit.

He walked her down the dark hallway of blackness until she saw the outside of the mirror again, only her room was empty, nothing inside it at all. No bed, no desk no nothing, just bare carpet floor.

He glided out of the mirror, the only thing left in the room, and walked her right out of the house into the dark street. She was placed on her feet as he turned her around to face him. "I will come back for you soon." He growled as his thumbs them pressed deep into her eyes, punturing her and causing her to bleed. She couldn't see anymore, and she was in so much pain she started screaming.

Her screams were answered by at first dog barking, then the shouts of neighbors coming out of their houses. She felt a blanket wrap around her shoulders as she could hear people crowding around her. Even though she couldn't see anymore, the sounds of the world around her started getting fuzzy as she felt like she was falling backwards.

_____________Templeton Gauzette___________________

Kathy Franklen was found last night in the middle of the street after having been missing for seven and a half months. She was rumored to have run away, a troubled teenage girl who isolated herself after her parents had moved to Templeton.

It's now suspected that Kathy was abducted from her bedroom by occult worshipers. Evedence shows that she was raped and beaten for the time she was missing, and returned pregnant, with her eyes injured....

*This is the end of the third chapter, if you wish me to continue onwards let me know through feedback*

Sal's Lover

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Sal’s love.

 

Brrrrb. Brrrrrb.

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Sal picked up the wall phone on the second ring and tucked it under her chin.

 

“Hello.” Her hands were covered in flour and a stray lock of hair got pushed back with her wrist.

 

“I know what you did last summer.” The heavily disguised voice announced through the earpiece.

 

“Josh! Hi how are you? Where are you?” Her pleasure at hearing his voice was evident in the immediate flush to her cheeks and breathlessness he always caused.

 

“Hi-ya Sal; I’m downtown and around for a few days; Just wondered if you fancied a meet sometime over the next day or two. I still know what you did last summer though.” He laughed in his easy manner; oblivious of the effect he had on her.

 

“Well you should, it was your fault and you were there, you bastard!” She laughed a little nervously and felt a thrill travel the length of her spine in a shiver as the memory flooded back.

 

“I’d love to see you; Tomorrow?” She suddenly knew a desperation that he would say yes.

 

“I’ll pick you up at seven. Keep it moist until then babe.” He dropped the receiver and the line went dead with a brrrrrr.

 

Sal replaced the handset and returned to pressing out the ginger bread men and placing them on a baking tray. Her concentration was shattered after the call, but somehow, she managed to bake the cookies for her charges at Kindergarten where she taught the four to five year olds.

 

Later that same night, she trawled through her wardrobe, tossing clothing over the bed in dismissive piles. After almost emptying the cupboard and rejecting everything, she sat back on her haunches and sighed. A long overdue shopping trip was going to have to ensue if she was to make the impression she hoped. Since his call earlier in the evening, she had flitted and flapped, unable to settle on anything. She blamed his not saying where they would go for her inability to do very much constructively, but in truth, her heart was fluttering in her chest and it was likely she would wear out the batteries in her vibe tonight, but before she could relax with her pacifier, she had to think of what to wear.

 

If they were going out to dinner, then she could wear a simple black cocktail dress with a matching shoe and bag set. It could be a downtown joint, in which case jeans and a shirt would be ideal. It occurred to her that she could call him, but then she remembered that he wasn’t at home, he was in town and staying at any one of the hundreds of hotels. She got as far as dialling the number recall on her phone, but the only information it gave was number withheld.

 

“Shit!” She spat the word out like it was a particularly unsavoury chewing gum. “Shit! Shit! Shit and damn that man.” She at last, settled on a black cocktail dress, cut to the knee with a little lace trimming around the hem. Critically, she held up a pair of silver sling backs and matched them to a small purse.

 

She knew the dress fitted and accentuated her hourglass figure. The neckline was loose enough to hint at her beasts and show enough cleavage to attract a man’s attention.

 

“Let’s face it girl, she muttered to herself, you need a man and all’s fair blah blah.”

 

It had been eight years since Sal graduated from College. Eight years in her apartment and eight years looking for a man to rock her boat sufficiently to become something of a partner. She had had lovers, temporary boyfriends, but none seriously. These guys had varying sized egos and equipment; it seemed the larger the dick, the bigger the ego, the more of a pain in the ass, a proven equation. Sal had even dated guys of other races, but only one guy had lit her fuse and he had called this evening to make a date. Some of her conquests had managed to make her come, managed even, to get her to orgasm, those that could be bothered, but Josh had knocked her right off her feet. They had fucked like wild animals last summer and her body had responded in a way she hadn’t known was possible. What they had done could not be called making love, it was far too intense for that. It had in truth, been rutting, in the purest sense; fucking themselves to a standstill. They hadn’t even really messed around with foreplay or the niceties of sex, it had just been groin-to-groin screwing in every conceivable position, all the way, like his cock was an umbilical chord; that suited her desperate need at the time.

 

Afterwards though, when the holiday was over, he had left her behind, she had been devastated, the overwhelming sexual charge was replaced by a feeling of bereavement. She had thought that this was it, her life partner had arrived, never to leave; she couldn’t understand why it hadn’t been the same for him.

 

Time to worry about the hair and of course the make-up if she was to make the impression she hoped to. The rummage though her bag of collected hues and colours left her wanting, but it would have to do.

 

Sal showered and flopped into bed, her thoughts crowding one on another and preventing sleep, until her fingers found her sex and then the buzz of her vibe did the rest. She slept with her drying hair in rollers.

 

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Josh put down the phone and lay back against the headboard of hotel bed. His room was like any other of the millions of hotel rooms, comfortable enough, clean, but lacking soul. He clicked off the TV with the remote, the sound had been down anyway and he had no interest in the soap running on channel 10.

 

His laptop running on the top of a sideboard announced that he had mail with a chirrup. It was nothing important and was quickly read then deleted. He checked his web site and answered a few enquiries about his newly launched software package. When would it be on the market, was it upgradeable, what did it do. Those kinds of enquiries all easily answered and killed.

 

He thought about Sal and wondered if she had changed in anyway. His mind’s eye recalled her body and, with difficulty, her face. He recalled the small brown moles on her right shoulder and the downy skin of her flattish stomach. Her smell would always be with him he thought and the way her body reacted to his touch was indelibly etched into his memory, but better yet was the memory of how she would come in a gushing torrent, screaming the place down while her sex ejaculated it’s golden stream.

 

They first met when he had been taking an enforced break. Two weeks by the sea, rest and recuperation from overworking and stress. Getting his baby over the final hurdle of marketing and completion had taken almost two years of incredibly hard work, after which, he was completely burned out. The soft ware package to revolutionise the accounting industry had nearly done for him, the money didn’t seem worth the chunks of his life he had invested into it. Now it was out there against the opposition, the users who bought the licence didn’t seem to have the intelligence or aptitude to really make the programme sing as he had designed it to do. It left him feeling somewhat deflated or disappointed in the end result, but knowing fundamentally, that it was the customer who failed to grasp the nuances of his work; Their loss.

 

During the latter stages of completion, Josh had become quite ill, his Doctor referred him on to a psychiatric consultant who had warned him; vacation for a couple of weeks or a permanent rest from a complete breakdown; his choice.

 

He had collided into Sal on the second or third day of his enforced break, literally knocking her off her feet as he blundered around a street corner. Her touch as she took his proffered hand to help her up, was electric and he instantly knew that he wanted to know her, body and soul.

 

Their first date had been okay, McDonalds and a drive in movie, and then they sat and watched the moon slide across the water of the bay, talking about their lives and introducing each other. She had a self-depreciating manner of telling her life history, it was infectious; Josh found himself playing down his accomplishments in sympathetic accordance.

 

He had taken her home to her rented apartment, drank the coffee and then, by mutual agreement, screwed both their brains out with little or no preamble. He remembered wondering how it hadn’t happened on the street corner or the drive through movie. The attraction and sexual chemistry between them was undeniable, neither of them denied the other. Thank God she had been taking the pill, because he would have knocked her up several times over, during the rest of their inseparable holiday.

 

Josh fell to sleeping, but had his hands tucked into his groin as he curled in a foetal position and dreamt of her. The sheets in the morning told of his restlessness and a familiar stain reported the rest.

 

 

Her day at Kindergarten dragged. Perhaps the kids picked up on her jittery inability to concentrate, or they sensed something in the wind, but even the normally quiet kids joined in the riot and cacophony of noise. It passed over her and she didn’t really notice until Anne from the next classroom popped her head in and asked if she could keep the noise down a bit.

 

“Sorry.” She said distractedly. “I’ll just kill them and have them for dinner.”

 

“Ha ha! See you at lunch.” Anne was just removing her head and shutting the door when she stopped and asked Sal.

 

“You okay?”

 

“Hmm? Oh! Yeah, I’m fine.” She waved in a shooing motion and Anne pulled the glass door to with a frown on her face.

 

The frown turned to total absorption when Sal told her about Josh and their holiday romance of last year. A little jealousy was also in evidence and when Sal brushed over the sexual episodes, more than a little flush crept into Anne’s features.

 

Anne had a husband, or rather, her husband owned Anne. Her devotion was misplaced, because he used her as a doormat. Sal and she had had several heart to heart conversations during their meal breaks; it was always Anne who ended up crying in misery. The irony wasn’t lost on Sal, she was the one without a man, but it was Anne who was the more miserable of the two friends.

 

“So what you gonna wear?” The question was an abrupt change of direction in the flow of conversation.

 

Sal described the cocktail dress she had planned on, but her very description and her lack of enthusiasm told her she would be out shopping on her way home; the cocktail dress was confined to the wardrobe until further notice. Anne offered to help her with the retail assault, but she wouldn’t be able to stay out long.

 

“Trevor will want his dinner and he gets grumpy if I’m late.” It was apparent that Anne dearly wanted to go with Sal to hit the shops by the animated way she used her hands to enforce her words.

 

“Screw that! No man is going to own me. I ain’t a feminist, but I am a person in my own right, not an extension of Mister Partner.” Her vehemence spat the words out. Sal’s recollection of how her father had ruled her mother sprang to the forefront of her mind

 

“Your man, Trevor, needs to get a job and start looking out for himself a bit. One day Anne, you are going to wake up and it will be the last day of your marriage.” She continued.

 

“I guess.” The shrug of her shoulders indicated her acceptance of her lot, at least for now.

 

After school, they hit the town and walked the Mall, stopping in several shops until they settled on a small independent store that sold exclusives. Anne suggested an off the shoulder printed chiffon that looked like oil on water, but Sal chose a plain, dusty pink silk A line dress, with a square cut dropped neck. It cost a small fortune, but when she tried it on and looked appraisingly in the mirror of the changing cubicle, decided it was worth every penny.

 

They coffee’d at one of the many new outlets that littered the mall, then went their separately ways to their respective homes. Anne, hurrying to prepare her husband’s dinner, hurrying because she was likely to be late, Trevor hated her being late; Sal, to pretty herself up and create a vision. She had every intention of knocking Josh off of his feet. Both of them hurried to satisfy the hungers of a man, but in very different ways.

 

She was ready by six thirty and spent the nervous minutes waiting by preening and touching up her make up. Her heart was fluttering in her breast and it felt like the butterflies in her stomach had hobnail boots on.

 

He was fashionably late; Ten minutes past seven; blaming the delay on traffic and the scarcity of a decent cab. Sal made him wait for a little while longer, ostensibly just finishing up, but in reality, sitting on her bed and shaking from head to toe in nervous anticipation of her evening ahead.

 

She had melted when the door chime announced his visit and then, almost jumped into his arms when she opened the door. He looked tanned and totally at ease. A complete contrast to what she was going through.

 

“Where do you want to eat?” His laconic question filtered into the bedroom. It got her moving and she joined him in the living room.

 

“I’m easy.”

 

“Well, looking like that, I guess we should find some class.” His compliment struck a chord in her privately egotistic home. They left her apartment arm in arm, down the quasi-ornate stair well to the street.

 

He hailed a cab and they ended up at an Italian restaurant that had been recommended by the driver. Luigi’s was far better then the name or the outside appearance suggested. After a very good meal and a couple of hours later, they emerged with handshakes and cheek kisses from Luigi, on to a damp pavement and cool air.

 

Conversation during dinner had flitted from subject to subject and had, for the most part, remained light. Until he mentioned the summer holiday and then, the whole evening became a prelude to the sex they knew was inevitable, the mood of the evening changed at that point, recharging the sexual energy passing between them.

 

“Shall we walk for a little while?” He asked and offered his arm like an old fashion gentleman might have to a crinoline dressed lady.

 

“Sal…” He started, but then stopped.

 

“Spit it out Josh. What’s on your mind?”

 

“When I first met you, I was knocked out by the way we fit together. It was like we knew each other for ever and the um… well you know, was out of this world. But, when the holiday was over and I had to finish getting my project out, I thought I would never see you again. I kinda thought that you would look at it as a holiday romance and nothing else. I couldn’t get you out of my mind for a long time.” He had stopped walking and turned to face her, see what her reaction would be.

 

She looked up into his eyes and smiled, then kissed his lips gently.

 

“You were more than a holiday romance and you know it.” She breathed between his lips. “Shall we go home?”

 

“I like the sound of that.” He stressed the word like.

 

“What?”

 

“I like the sound of that word when associated with you; Home, It has a ring to it.” Her already fluttering pulse quickened.

 

They caught a cab and arrived at her door some twenty minutes later.

 

“Drink?” She called from the sanctuary of her bedroom.

 

“I’m okay.” His disembodied voice filtered through the door.

 

Sal undressed quickly, carefully hanging the new dress on its hanger and throwing a robe over her semi-nakedness. Josh had obviously found the hi-fi, music; she could hear something soft playing.

 

He was sitting, relaxed and at ease on the cream leather settee when she came back into the room. Her mouth was dry and she was still shivering a little from nerves. Sal fixed herself a watered Scotch and offered one to Josh. Then, she at last sat down opposite him and studied his face for the millionth time that night.

 

Sal...” He started “There is something you should know about me.”

 

“You’re married!” Fucking typical she thought in a nano-second, I meet the guy of my dreams and some bitch has already got her claws into him. It didn’t occur to her that she might be considered the bitch in the triangle.

 

“Ha! No Sal. It’s a bit weird, well a lot weird really, but you should know before this goes very much further.” He looked at her, spitting her eyes with an intensity that made her feel like she might if impaled on a spike.

 

“You’re gay then, or bi-sexual or a woman. Come on Josh, spit it out.” She felt a dread at the suspense and wasn’t at all sure she really wanted to know, especially if it meant they would not go any further than there were at tonight.

 

“No baby, it’s nothing that normal, it’s…well kinda difficult to explain really, but I um…”

 

“For Pete’s sake, will you just come out and say it. That is of course if it isn’t you’re a monk and sworn to celibacy or have had it cut off.” She laughed nervously; trying to lighten to mood and alleviate the tension his difficulty to articulate was creating.

 

“I change a bit.” His statement couldn’t have been any vaguer.

 

“So you cross dress? Is that it?” Sal was getting a little alarmed at what her imagination was offering as possible answers.

 

“I…I mean…I change physically…sort of when the moon is full; that kinda thing.” He glanced at her to see if she would cringe or run screaming.

 

“Ha ha ha! So you’re a fucking werewolf are you then?” The laugh carried no mirth.

 

“Well…yes as a matter of fact...” Dread flooded him and he wanted to cry suddenly. It wasn’t his fault that the slaver girl had ravaged him, all those years ago. It wasn’t like she looked strange or anything, just a black girl who was offering to screw his head off. Fuck it; he hadn’t even felt the bite at first until she started to suck him dry. He had a choice, drink from her or die. At the time, he was still inside her and pinned under her hips with little strength left. It hadn’t really mattered very much until he had met Sal, but now he wanted to be like any other man with a normal relationship and a life.

 

“…As a matter of fact, that is exactly what I am; A werewolf. I have never told anyone before Sal and if you want me to leave, well, I will understand and never come anywhere near you again.”

 

“You’re serious aren’t you…?” She knew the answer from the angle of his shoulders and the way he was studying his feet to avoid looking at her.

 

“…So, why me Josh? Why are you telling me?”

 

“I have never wanted to get near to anyone before Sal. But, then I met you and something clicked inside, like a light being turned on for the first time. Don’t get me wrong, I have had several lovers before you, but none I wanted to really get to know, none I wanted to be more than casual lovers with. Until you, there has been nobody I wanted to watch grow old and grieve for when they die.” He sat bonelessly in a settee opposite her like a condemned man, waiting for the Priest to offer prayers for his soul as he made his way to the gallows.

 

“What do you mean, watch them grow old?” Sal was some way off of getting a handle on what Josh was trying in his fractured way, to tell her.

 

“I was born in eighteen ninety two Sal. My parents had a sugar plantation in Jamaica.”

 

“That means you’re…” Her mental arithmetic wasn’t up to the sum.

 

“I’m a hundred and sixteen, give or take a month or two. A young black girl turned me from the slave workers on the plantation. She turned me and then disappeared soon afterwards. No one knew where she went, but her family didn’t seem to mind that she had gone. She bit me and then gave me the option of either drinking from her or dying right there and then. Ever since, I have had to move around, never staying in one place more than a few years. I have seen most of the world, been in the wars and seen the worst that man can do. By comparison, what I am is nothing. I am considered a horror, but what this world has to offer is pure evil; by comparison, I’m a minor offence.”  He picked up his forgotten scotch and hid behind the sanctuary of the glass.

 

“Well…” Sal puffed out her cheeks while she struggled to sort through the jumble of thoughts.

 

“…So does this mean you will rip me apart and eat me?” She knew it was a stupid question and regretted asking it immediately.

 

“I would never hurt you Sal. I could never hurt you, you see, after last summer and meeting you; I couldn’t get you out of my head. I found myself wondering what you were doing and I must have dialled your number a hundred times, but I didn’t know what you would say when I told you, Oh, by the way Sal, I grow four legs and a full coat of fur during the full moon and eat live food, but don’t let it worry you. But, you wouldn’t get out of my head. Sal, God help me, I love you and have, ever since we first met when I knocked you on your ass. You cannot know what it took to come here.”

 

“Every guy I’ve dated seems to have a problem or carry a shit load of baggage, but this one takes the prize.” She said dryly. “It’s going to take me a while to get a handle on it Josh. I need some thinking time here.” Her thoughts jumbled and swirled in a maelstrom that had no hope of order.

 

“Do you want me to leave?” He rose from the settee, placing his half drunk scotch on the table between them.

 

“I want you to take me to bed Josh. I want you to fuck me until I pass out. The rest… I can think about later...” She lifted her eyes to search his face.

 

“…But I swear, you bite me and I will haunt you forever and I make a bad enemy, believe me.”

 

He laughed and felt the tension slide off of his shoulders. At last, he could relax for the time being, but knew that he would be facing an inquisition some time soon, if she didn’t throw him out. Josh reached down, taking her hand that she had lifted for him to pull her up by, then, he circled her waist and took her off her feet in an easy, fluid motion and carried her into the bedroom. Her Chanel No 5 perfume faintly caressed his sinuses; she steadied her self with an arm draped around his neck.

 

“I really trust you Josh; don’t hurt me.” She whispered to him as he pushed the door with his foot.

 

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Josh gently placed her, standing, on a sheepskin rug she had on the floor, at the bottom of the bed. Then, with consummate care, he slid the robe from her shoulders, allowing it to fall from her arms by her side. He placed in as neatly as possible on the back of a chair she used to sit on at her dresser. With a dextrous twist of one hand, he undid the clasp of her bra as he faced her and looked into the bottomless liquid pools of her eyes. With much care, he slipped the straps off her freckled shoulders and that too, was allowed to fall from her still arms and placed on top of the robe. She was almost naked now, with only her lacy panties and her dignity covering her. Sal shivered a little and he noticed a slight nervous tic at the corner of her mouth.

 

He took her chin in his hands that seemed huge by comparison to her smallness; he lifted her face to meet his lips. His kiss was almost chaste in its touch on her forehead. Sal made to move into him, but without words and just a little pressure, he made her stand exactly as she was.

 

He kissed her nose and felt it wrinkle as it does when she laughed. Then his lips and the tip of his tongue brushed her glossed mouth before passing to her chin. He bent his knees a little and kissed her throat, noticing the sudden stiffness in her as she realised what he was capable of. But, he didn’t tarry and continued the travels of his lips and exploration. His mouth traced her chest bone and passed between her breasts. Her heart bounced against her ribs, he was gratified by the steady thump.

 

Bending now, almost into a kneeling position, Josh kissed her body just above her belly button and flicked his tongue out to taste her. His thumbs hooked into the elasticated waistband of her panties and pulled them over her hips at the same rate that his tongue and lips gradually travelled to her sex.

 

He stopped at her pubic line and lifted one foot so that she could step out of the panties, then he lifted her other foot and placed the garment with the bra and robe. Josh sat back on his heels and looked her perfection. She had taken to shaving most of her hair away, leaving just a line of black, short fuzz to point to her stomach or her secret places, depending on which way you were going.

 

Her reddened nipples had hardened slightly, not enough to be painful or uncomfortable, but just enough to define their existence and stand away from her dark tan coloured aureoles. He could hear her blood coursing through her veins and watched as her heartbeat made her chest palpitate slightly. Veins faintly tracked in a blue maze across her breasts, it was here that the slight whoosh of pressurized and oxygenated platelets could be heard the clearest.

 

He knelt back up and placed a hand on either hip and lifted still in a standing position as if she were no more than a feather. He continued to lift her, raising her above his head and then, parted her legs with his forehead. Sal lifted one foot at a time and draped them behind his neck. He lowered her, still in an upright position, pushing her legs apart as his face got nearer to her wanting body.

 

She could feel the slight stubble of his cheeks as he brought her down into a sitting position with her weight on his shoulders. His hands caressed her buttocks and supported her back. Then, a flicked tongue parted her labia and found her clit. Sal was totally helpless as he drew her musk-scented lips into his mouth and suckled on her nub of desire.

 

This was so different from their previous sexploits. Before, they would have been connected and fucking at a furious rate by now, but Josh hadn’t even got his clothes off yet and already she was feeling light-headed from the attention her nerve centre was getting.

 

His tongue parted her slickened lips and darted into her deeper recesses. It was like a light bulb had exploded in her brain and Sal rewarded him with her come as she orgasmed. He drank her in and savoured each drop as it passed into his throat to be swallowed and ingested.

 

Still supporting her back, he lent forward and laid her on the bed. His nose was rubbing against her clit as his tongue darted in and out of her wetness. He was driving her to another climax and she needed to feel the rush again as if she hadn’t been there before.

 

Her fingers grasped his hair and she pulled him into her, delighting in the sensations of his nose and tongue. Josh kept a rhythm going, breathing through the side of his mouth so that he didn’t lose contact with her swelling lips. He gauged her climax and as she gripped his hair with claw like fingers, plunged his whole tongue as deeply as he could at the point of her release. It drove her over the edge and she wailed as her body shot her essence into his waiting mouth. 

 

Her legs jerked uncontrollably and her abdominal muscles spasmed as he drained her of her come. Sal had never reached such a place before and almost collapsed from the sheer delight and over stimulation her nerve endings were experiencing.

 

Eventually, when she had subsided, Josh extracted himself from her legs and stood up. Deliberately and slowly, he removed his shirt and pants, all the time looking at her and drinking her beauty in with his luminous eyes. Even this simple act caused Sal to quicken and want him inside her and a desperate need rose within her loins. She had to have him thrusting into her, driving her to distraction and another climax.

 

He stood naked at the foot of the bed between her parted knees that hung over the edge. Sal marvelled at his proportions, at the well-defined musculature of his body. The thought came unbidden, not bad for a body over a hundred years old. She almost giggled at the quip.

 

Then he leant forward and placed his knees on the edge of the bed, balancing on the mattress, before completing the movement and placing his weight on her body.

 

“Let me return the favour.” She whispered, but Josh shook his head and pushed himself into her willing body. She could not deny his entry and in truth, wanted and desperately needed him to fuck her.

 

Josh wasn’t build like a stud stallion, he had an average cock and he wasn’t any kind of sexual athlete, but what he had, he knew how to use. In a short while, Josh had settled on a satisfying pace that would not bring him to climax too soon, but would not last for hours either.

 

It was Sal’s desperate need that drove the coitus and her thrusting up of hips to meet him that set the pace. He adjusted and buried his cock within her depths. Deftly, Sal flipped him over, relieving her stomach of his weight and sat astride him. She felt impaled and rode his member with pelvic rocks and thrusts that had little to do with lovemaking. She wanted his seed to spill inside her and she needed to feel him stiffen and sigh his release. In her need, sensory perceptions were put aside, if he had entered her womb, she would not have known, just the need to have him explode was all she craved. Her pelvic thrusts were happily rubbing her clit on the coarse hair of his genitals, this she could feel, it was an undeniable extra sensation and was taking her to another summit of orgasm.

 

Her need was answered as Josh grasped her hips suddenly and lifted his torso to kiss her lips as he came. His pulling on her lower half drove him deeper and Sal’s own body responded with her third orgasm, which felt almost like a period cramp in her lower abdomen. She fell forward, hair slicked with sweat; her breath short as mini waves pulsed through her body and gradually receded. She was sated and hoped against hope, that Josh was as satisfied as she was.

 

Josh’s own climax reverberated and spasmed as his desire and need retreated. He clung to her waist, gripping her tightly, as if never to release her again. Then he cried in wracking sobs against her breasts. His emotions spilled out in a torrent of saline tears and mucus. She held him to her and gently rocked to and fro. Neither of them felt his cock shrivel and exit her body. It didn’t matter. His soul was bare to her; he was lost.

 

It took him several minutes to calm sufficiently for them to lie side by side. Neither knew who fell asleep first, but for Sal, it was the first time in too long that she had slept the sleep of a fully sated woman.

 

For Josh, it was the first time in his long life that he could sleep safe and warm in the arms of someone who wasn’t to be afraid of, someone whom he could love without reserve or secrets.

 

 

Her dreams were violent and woke Sal at four in the morning with a start. She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, even though they had lain over the bed covers, it wasn’t particularly warm. The details of her dream quickly dissipated like water between fingers, but the gist of the dream was blood. Hers or someone else’s she couldn’t remember, but blood had been a major factor.

 

Josh was snoring softly, lying on his back with his legs still dangling over the edge of the bed and an arm slung out where she had rested her head through the night.

 

A wane, early morning light came through the chintzy curtains, enough for her to study his features in repose. Sal knew that she loved this man, knew it with all her heart and the realisation hurt like a brand. What was she to do? It had broken her, last summer, to think that she might have merely been a romance for the brief few holiday weeks. The pain of believing that they would never see each other again came flooding back in all its acuteness. She could not lose this man again, not for a second. But, he wasn’t a man was he? Not like an ordinary regular nine to five guy. He had another life, a separate part of him that didn’t include her. Almost like an illicit affair.

 

She could no more lose him than exist as a part time lover. Either they were to be a partnership for life, her life, she reminded herself, or they would not be anything other than far apart and totally separate. Josh had taken a huge risk in telling her she knew; now it was for her to decide what the future held for them.

 

While most people were still in the loving arms of Morpheus, Sal was sitting up with a coffee, rationalising what her and Josh’s life could be like. Could she allow that other life to co-exist with their erstwhile normal affair? Could she even admit that it would happen, time and time over; she did the math, twelve times per year for what… fifty years if she was lucky enough to live that long. Five times twelve equals sixty add a zero for the multiplication of tens; six hundred times he would be away from her.

 

And then there was the nature of his time separate from her, what would he be doing then? She of course knew the answer, but the enormity of killing to satisfy an animalistic need was, by far, too vast and horrendous for her to touch upon too deeply.

 

She was still pondering when Josh woke. She watched as his eyelids fluttered and then, one by one, opened. He turned towards her and a beautific smile lit up his eyes. Sal’s mind was made up there and then in that instant between sleep and recognition.

 

“Hello.” He croaked, his throat parched from laying on his back and air being sucked over his tongue. “You okay?” He raised himself, to lie on his side his head set on one hand while the other reached for her.

 

She smiled back at him and wordlessly, got up to refresh her coffee and pour one for him.

 

By the time she returned to the bedroom, Josh had been to the toilet and pulled on his pants.

 

She set the coffee down on the dresser and watched to see what would happen next, not knowing what to expect.

 

“Sal…” He began. “…We need to talk I guess.” But, she held her hand up palm out to quash that particular line.

 

“I need to know one thing Josh, that’s all. The rest we can work through some other time, okay?”

 

“Well, what is it you want to know?” She saw the fear of the unknown question in his eyes and the fear that it might be critical to their lives.

 

“Josh. Are you around for good and all, or are you going to leave me like you did last summer?” She thought she knew the answer, but had to hear it from his mouth, rather than assume it.

 

“Sal, I took a risk telling you…”

 

“I know that.” She butted in.

 

“…But you don’t know how much of a risk. For everything, there is an opposite. Heaven only exists because of hell, evil because of goodness, light as opposed to darkness; in my case, werewolf and slayer.”

 

“Buffy strikes again.” She laughed mirthlessly.

 

“It isn’t funny. I know my slayer, I know them and I know where they are, and they are the scariest person I have ever known. I am frightened beyond belief of them Sal.”

 

“So who is this person?”

 

“My nemesis is you. I knew it when I first touched you last year. I knew it from the very first second, it was like an electric shock, but I also knew I had to know you, the real you. Sal, if you so desired, it is you who could destroy me, not the other way around. So you see; I took a huge risk to my very existence last night.” He watched her intently, waiting for some reaction.

 

Her voice softened.

 

“I know you did Josh. I know you did” He reached for her, grasping at her waist to pull her to him, but she twisted away, flapping at his hands.

 

“I got work Buster and I need a shower.”

 

Sal went to work, but not before he had made her dirty again and made a mess of the sheets.

 

 

It was two and a half weeks later that the eve of the full moon occurred.

 

Josh prowled the apartment restlessly, unable to settle, his senses heightened and a nervous tension tightened him into a coiled spring.

 

Sal couldn’t fail but to notice Josh’s unease and wondered what was to come. She knew it would happen and had even romantised about Josh’s change from human male to male wolf. She had seen the movies and it was those images that she transposed into what for her was likely going to be real life.

 

But, Sal wasn’t to see Josh’s transformation. Instead, he told her he had to be away and excused himself long before nightfall. She couldn’t help the feeling of exclusion. A certain desperate loneliness crept in after he had closed the front door. She knew this was the first time, had even anticipated the awkwardness of the situation, but she thought that he would trust her enough to allow her to be a part of his alternative life, even if it was only his transference.

 

Sal went to bed, dejectedly and fretted sleeplessly. Their lives over the few short weeks had settled into a routine of sorts. She worked during the day, he looked after his business interests, they ate, either in our out and then fucked each other senseless at night.

 

But, tonight, she was not part of the equation and it hurt in an acute stab to her vitals.

 

It all changed though a few hours before dawn. For some, probably maternal based, reason, Sal had placed a candle in the window facing the street and got up to check that it hadn’t burned down or was setting fire to the curtain.

 

She turned once satisfied that the candle was still burning and the curtains still fluttered in the slight breeze with out scorching, but a shadow caught the corner of her eye, a darker space than the pitch blackness, passed the window and beyond view in a blink. Sal paused on her way back to bed and turned to see the huge grey wolf crouching on the cill. The window was open and there was nothing but empty space between her and it.

 

Neither of them moved, just stared at each other wordlessly, sightlessly in her case, she hadn’t the capability to discern from what meagre light there was. The space between them was a barrier of difference; two separate worlds entirely. It was Sal who broke the trance and turned back to her bedroom, leaving the animal alone.

 

She closed the door, but didn’t latch it and soon after she had settled into the warm spot where she had lain, she heard soft pad falls approach the door and then cross the carpeted floor.

 

Sal turned to her side towards the side of the bed nearest the door. At first, he was beyond her spectrum of colour, blending into the darkness of the room, and then she saw the darkness of his bulk as he closed the space between them. She held her breath, believing, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt her, but at the same time, knowing she was in the presence of a wild thing and there was no protective barrier to save her. No silver cross or bullet or what ever it was that gave protection from such an otherworldly thing.

 

He smelled of earth, of dew and of blood. The cloying smell of blood was the worst and she thought the hardest to ignore. She opened her mouth to speak some words, perhaps of welcome, but his tongue passed her lips and found her own tongue in a caress so surprising and instantly erotic that she didn’t respond in any way for a few seconds, transfixed to the spot.

 

Almost as an automotive action as most people do with a pet, she reached out and scratched him behind his ears and stroked the coarse fur on his neck. She felt the weight of his paws on the edge of the bed and then a further depression as his hindquarters followed his front.

 

He lay alongside her, still kissing her mouth, licking her lips to part them and then, passing his tongue into her mouth in an ever frenetic and insistent demand for response. It was working; Sal’s own mating instincts were being fostered into urgency. Pheromones exuded from her very pores, her heart rate doubled, then tripled, adrenalin coursed through her veins and the pressure of desire mounted within her breast.

 

Breathlessly, she broke the umbilical contact of tongue and mouth, but only momentarily to shift her position, embracing the huge wolf’s torso with encircling arms.  They kissed again; Sal sucked his tongue into her mouth and tasted blood. It excited her in a feral way, she found it strangely exhilarating and stimulating, knowing that he had the wildness to kill, was ruthless enough to be indiscriminate in his choice of prey, but he was here and they were about to mate and he had eaten his fill somewhere.

 

Her fingers massaged his back, feeling the muscle under the coarse fur. She found that place just above the tail; that when rubbed the wrong way, sends dogs into a delirium. He responded with involuntary humps of his pelvis, she felt him bump against her stomach and then could feel his growing hardness probing at her pubic bone.

 

Sal reached down and found his cock, already unsheathed and passing precum as a lubricant, which slicked her palm. Gently, she circled his thrusting and throbbing cock and guided it to her labia. In this position, he would not be able to enter her, but his thrusting would rub his pointed shaft over her waiting clit. From the first touch, she felt a fire being stoked in her guts; the subsequent friction of cock and clit fanned the flames as they thrust against each other until her body was a raging inferno of need and animalistic desire.

 

Sal broke contact; unable to stand the torment her body was suffering any longer. She slid down and enveloped his shaft in her warm mouth, tasting his precum as it slide over her tongue. At first, it was okay and a very pleasant experience for both of them, but her sucking and bobbing were taking him to a point of no return and she was in danger of getting all of his pointed cock into her gullet with his seed at the same time. He could not control the urge to hump and, although she tried to control the depth by circling him with her fist, it was getting to the point that neither of them would be able to handle.

 

She rolled away from him and spun over to her hands and knees in an open invitation for him to mount her and consummate their union.

 

The wolf approached her, using his sensory perceptions to gauge how ready she in fact, was for him. An exploratory lick over her labia and anus brought an immediate torrent of heated come from her. It gushed in a short blast, catching him in surprise as it flooded his nose and mouth. He sneezed and then went back for more. Her pheromone charged aroma was diving him wild with need. He mounted her, forelegs wrapping in a vicelike grip with locked forepaws around her waist. His hindquarters pistoning of their own volition. He was missing her entrance by some margin, but the friction of her fur covered mound against the delicate skin of his nerve packed shaft was almost as good.

 

She reached back and helped him home in on her vagina. In a blur of motion, he was buried inside her before either of them knew much about it. An adjustment of his hold and stance allowed for a greater depth and he sunk the entire length of his cock into her warm and willing recesses.

 

Sal gasped as his pointed head nudged her womb entrance and keep up an assault on her reproductive organs. His point entered and she was being fucked into her own delirium. She was past coming, past orgasm, both of which had been rapid and frequent since he had started this. Now it was a question of surviving and getting him to climax before passing out.

 

His knot was deep inside her and growing at a rapid rate. The pressure on her bladder and inner walls increased as his tempo started to diminish. His strokes decreased in rapidity, but lengthened. Her own natural reaction was to tighten her vaginal muscles and successfully lock him in. It was this action of her subconscious mating instinct that triggered his release.

 

Sal screamed as the first spurts of hot semen flooded her womb. It didn’t burn, but filled her with immediate warmth that seemed to radiate from her depths in a glow of triumphant success. He kept pumping spurt after spurt, filling her body with his seed.

 

They stayed locked, Sal with her sweat soaked hair-hanging limp from her head. He was now turned ass-to-ass and panting hard from the exertion. His panting caused him to move slightly and the movement was keeping Sal over the edge in small orgasms that had all the hallmarks of epileptic seizure.

 

The first light of dawn touched him and, still in a kneeling position, his now flaccid cock dribbled from her body. Somehow, he managed to find the strength to turn around and flop almost in a dead feint, flat out on the bed. Sal fell beside him; they slept in each other’s arms as his seed seeped from her body and slowly dried on the sheets and their skin.

 

 

The same thing occurred the next month when he returned from his hunt. It occurred to Sal that she was adjusting to his nightlife and sleeping in daylight on that night/day of the month. No big problem except when she was teaching.

 

Once or twice over the next few months, she had to call in sick, saying that she had a bad period, not strictly untrue in a sense, but she felt guilty about it. She was also missing her friends. Making plans to see them and then, cancelling at the last minute.

 

They were settling into a routine of life partnership. But, their lovemaking during the days between full moons was waning a little into purely functional sex, a mechanism for cementing their relationship and gratification when the need arose.

 

The time for a decision was fast approaching; Sal knew it, could feel the impending moment approach and had no answer prepared.

 

She waited until he returned from his nighttime excursions and had fucked her in a frenzy of lust until the morning light returned him to human form.

 

“Josh…” She began, having thought it through, agonised and then made her choice.

 

“…I want to be like you. I want to hunt with you, run alongside you and I want your children, if that’s possible.”  She was surprised at his lack of reaction and thought he hadn’t heard her, so she repeated it closer to his sweat soaked ear.

 

“I hear you Sal.” Was all he had to say before he either fell into a deep sleep, or feigned oblivion, so her question might not need to be answered.

 

She was badly hurt that such a momentous decision should be treated so lightly, and instead of sleeping along side him, got up, dressed and went into the street where her anonymity would help her grieve for his lack of interest. She walked the freshly washed streets, observing the early morning people, ones she never saw normally. She savoured the smells of the new day and found a coffee at an all nightstand. She had to fend off an advance from a couple of drunken kids who were obviously returning from a party. Her head cleared and she resolved to corner Josh into telling her his true feelings.

 

She let herself back into the apartment and found him sitting on a chair in the window box with his feet propped up on the railing.

 

Neither spoke, waiting for the other to make the first sortie. It was Josh who gave in first.

 

“Sal, have you really thought about what you have asked?”

 

“Of course I bloody have.” She exploded. “I mean, it ain’t like getting married is it?”

 

“Yes, but do you understand the full consequences?”

 

“What like you and I would be together forever? No I hadn’t thought about it much.” Her derisive words smacked into him and she saw his wince, but he rallied and looked at her as he spoke.

 

“If you were the same as me, there will be two new slayers in the world, one for each of us, they will be driven into finding us and killing us, because we are different, an abhoration to the norm. You will become an outcast Sal, all of your previous life will alter, everything. We will not be able to stay here, but move and then move again and again. Is that what you want? Can you give up your life? It isn’t just for the moon once a month, but for the rest of your life. It fills every day; it is a whole life change. Do you…can you love me enough?”

 

Sal looked at him straight into his eyes, and then rushed at him as if to attack and hurt him. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his lips before breathing into his mouth.

 

“Yes you fool, I want it. I want you and you had better not ever forget it.

 

The next full moon found two werewolves prowling the fields for prey. One huge, almost black, male and his lifelong companion, a sliver grey female in the first flush of pregnancy.

Under Her Black Wings

Mephistopheles on Supernatural Stories

Under Her Black Wings

I was walking around the city, looking for something to do, some way to have a good time, it’s a big city, its huge, surely there is something to do. I must have been walking for 2 or 3 hours before I came across a small antique shop, I don’t usually enjoy antiques but there was something in the window that caught my eye. It was a paint, magnificent; I was a large painting of a woman tall and beautiful, pale white skin and dark eyes, her beauty was surreal. He lips were pout and her eyelashes long, aside from her slender body there was something else that added to her beauty and grace. A pair of large angel wings spread out behind her, but they were black, the background of this painting

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were black and gray stalactites, glimmering, adding to her mysterious beauty. Who was she? Who painted this picture?

I went into the antique store and swooped down to the painting, it costs two hundred and fifty dollars, I paid for it, and it was money well spent. I carried the painting home at my leisure, and once I arrived I placed it beside my bed, while I was scouting for a nice place to hang it.

I pulled an end table from beside my couch, the painting was at least 5 or 6 feet tall and I wanted to make sure there was nothing obstructing the view. I hammered two large nails into the wall and hook some picture wire onto the painting. It took me a minute or two of fumbling with the painting before I had it hanging lopsided on the wall. I straightened it out, and for some reason the beauty of this woman seemed even more alluring. I placed the end table to the side of the painting, and put the nails and hammer away.

I was a bit tired so I undressed and climbed into the shower, I always enjoyed taking a nice shower before retiring to bed. As I was washing myself I heard some sort of noise, it wasn’t a banging or thud noise, it sounded like whispers and low breaths. I climbed out of the shower and walked through the house, looking for the source of the noise. The apartment was empty, maybe its someone next door, or upstairs, I thought to myself climbing back into the shower. Just as I was lathering up the soap it came again, breaths and whispers. I listened hard and tried to find out where it was coming from, or at least to hear what they were saying. The voices sounded like they were coming from all around me, up down and even from behind me. I listened carefully, but I couldn't’t tell what they were saying, it sounded like it was speaking a different language, but it wasn’t Spanish, and it wasn’t French, it was something I had never heard before, probably someone’s television is on, I said out loud trying to reassure myself.

I washed off and climb into bed, I grabbed the remote and tuned the television on, a small bit of noise from the television always seemed to help me nod off. Surely enough I was fast asleep. I was awoken but a noise, I jumped out of bed, it was a loud noise, like someone dragging a chair across the floor. The end table next to the painting was pushed out by at least a foot. There was nothing around, nothing that would movie that table that far. I went back to bed and only a few minutes the same thing happened, except the table was pushed out nearly intro the middle of the room. I called the handyman and asked him to come up and take a look around, maybe for something that could be doing this.

He came up quickly and I let him in. he and I started moving furniture trying to find maybe a rat hole or something I suppose. We found nothing.
“Maybe it’s just your imagination.” he told me as he was leaving.
“I don‘t know what it is.” I said aloud, more to myself then to him.
I laid back down and this time I went through the remainder of the night without so much as a noise. I got up and went to work, just like the usual day.

I came home straight from work and found my apartment in ruins. The shelves hanging on my walls were laying on the ground, and my clothes were out of the drawers torn asunder, my mattress was over turned and the stuffing as hanging out. I called the apartment manager and had him call the police.

The police arrived and started looking around the place, looking for evidence or fingerprints I suppose, I don’t quite know how policemen work. They took a few items and left my apartment, they gave me a card to call.
“we’ll be in touch if something comes up, thank you for your cooperation.”
I slowly took the card and read it, “yea, thanks.” I said not looking up.
I was so tired I went straight to bed.

As I lay sleeping softly in my bed something, some sort of life form crept across the room and to the side of my bed. I could feel someone looming over me and my eyes snapped open, my mouth dropped open as well. It was the woman from the painting, her magnificent wings folded neatly on her back. I looked up to her in awe from the mere sight of her beauty, just as she was in the painting she was clad in bare skin, nothing aside from the graceful tattoos up and down both her arms and legs.

She smiled a beautiful wide grin, and suddenly I felt at ease within myself, cozy and comfortable. She grabbed my hand and helped me climb out from under the blankets and sheets on my bed. Slowly we walked across the room, nearing the empty picture frame where she once stood. Just inches from the painting the phone rang, I blinked, and she was gone. I was standing in the middle of my room, near the painting, where I had been with her. I jumped over the bed and grabbed the phone.
“Franklin, this is James.” the voice on the other end of the telephone said.
“Yea, hi,” I replied groggy , “what do you want ?”
“sorry I hadta call you so late,” he started, the excitement in his voice building, “I got tickets to that concert on Saturday!” he shouted at me, his voice exploding in joy.
I gave a slight chuckle, he had been trying to win tickets to a concert, that would be on Saturday, for weeks.
“how did you pull that off?” I asked
“I know, it was sold out right? Wrong, this late night radio show was giving them away to the 6 or 7 or 12 caller or something like that, I called in and won.”
“okay dude, we’ll go on Saturday, yea?” I said trying to get off the phone quickly.
“Hell yea dude, its gonna be awesome.”
“alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I sighed and dropped the phone no the receiver, and my mind was drawn back to my dream, I was sleep walking, right?
It was 4 O’clock in the morning, so I started a pot of coffee and started getting around, taking a shower tog et off to work.

That evening when I got off work I went out for a drink with James to celebrate his winnings, then I went home. It was late so I decided to get to sleep, the next day we would be going to the concert hall. I laid down to sleep, but tonight I was feeling a bit uneasy, I had never had a reoccurring dream, so I didn't think I would have that creepy dream again, at least I hoped I wouldn’t. I slowly nodded off to sleep, and inevitably was awoke by the noise of the end table scraping across the floor.

When I opened my eyes she was already standing over me, smiling her beautiful smile. I took her hand and climbed from the bed again, I felt great, I wanted nothing more then to go with her, I want her. I wanted to caress her with my hands, and I wanted to explore her soft body with my lips and tongue, I felt like I was under a spell.

We climbed through the frame of the painting and into a dark place, it looked like a cave of sorts, but the stone was shining and silvery, like adamantine mithril. There was no light source within the cave, but still the stalactite shone and glittered.

She laid me down on her floor and started exploring my body with her hands, slowly she pulled off my shirt and sleeping pants, and wasted no time in pulling off my boxers. She and I were naked together and I had never felt more right, I felt safe in her arms, I felt safe under her black wings.

As she caressed my neck with her lips and tongue I could smell something, it was the smell of a light rain, light and sweet. She felt warm, even hot, to the touch, and she was laying right on top of me. As her and I made love her giant black wings enveloped us. She climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my rock hard throbbing cock. Sex had never felt so good or so right. Her pussy was tight and wet, her juices were warm and thick, then they ran from her vulva. As she slid up and down, up and down, her juices slapped and splattered around us, her ass was sticky and wet with her down juices and her pale white skin glimmered in the light reflecting within her wings.

The more she rode atop me the tighter her pussy seemed to get, and it felt great, the friction was red hot and so was her cunt. But as she still rode atop me I felt myself getting weaker, more tired, soon I was laying there, motionless, and she just kept riding it. As soon as I felt I was about to cum she jumped off my cock and started sucking it, licking it and massaging it. I popped out, and she slurped it up, even licking up the dots of cum on my stomach and her breasts.

The sweat on her breasts was shining and glittering in the impossible light, filling me with terrors so exciting no mortal man could imagine them without witnessing her first hand. The light bouncing around inside her engulfing wings danced on her breasts with the shadow, hypnotizing me.

She climb back on my cock, but instead put it in her ass, it was even tighter then her pussy, and like her pussy got tighter the more she sat on it. It was warm and velvety, and it felt so right. There was a warmth in my stomach, growing, and it felt so good, so right, it was nearly orgasmic.

She slid up and down just as she did before, but this time I took pleasure in noticing her breasts, ample and swinging freely. Bouncing freely, and captivating my mind. I looked into her eyes, her dark glowing eyes, she had no white in her eyes, she had no iris either, just a large black pupil, but with the light glinting it was irresistible. I was breathless, and as I got weaker she seemed to get more aggressive, and stronger. It was probably my mind playing tricks on me. But I could hardly thing then, I had nothing on my mind but this woman, her beauty, and her perfection.

I felt as I was going to cum again, and again she knew it, she climbed off and started licking and kissing my cock until I reached climax. She ate all my cum and sucked off the drops that she had missed.

Finally she took my long hard cock into her mouth, swallowing it with ease. She pulled it out and took it back in, deepthroating it, it felt so right, it felt so good, I never wanted it to end. I was becoming intoxicated off her, like a high proof liquor, my mind was gone and I was out of it, I wanted nothing more then to please the devil goddess. She sat back and spread her legs for me and I put my face in her groin and started kissing her pussy. I licked her lips and nibbled on her clit, I buried my tongue in her vulva and licked her ass hole lightly with my tongue.

She felt so good. She felt so right….

The First Ones

Darkphyre on Supernatural Stories

I am a vampire. I can tell you how it came to be, but you would be reviled by the story.

What’s that? You want to hear? Okay then, I’ll tell you.

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It was the end of all hope. The angels had fallen and the gods had ascended. They left me stuck here in the midway planes. I was the last heavenly warrior of Earth. Although the good had raised or lowered, I could not. This was my place. It was my task alone to rid the world of its last scourge, to purify it for all time.

The scourge of which I speak was a demon by the name Tagin’Don. He was a beastly creature to behold. His skin was course, sprouting rough black hair from all over. He was a demon, I was an angel. My task was clear - Destroy he who would eat hum

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I was not fully forewarned of Tagin’Don’s power though. I was never prepared for his hypnotic influence in the time that I finally caught up with him Had he stopped running from me? Most likely. He made no attempt to flee when I brandished my sword of fire in his direction.

‘Bow down and accept your fate demon!’ I commanded. ‘No one has defeated the sword of Michael!’

‘Then it pleases me to be the first,’ he sneered as the righteous fire engulfing my sword’s blade extinguished.

It did not matter though. It wasn’t the fire that made this sword so destructive.

‘You angel, should bow before me. Renounce your lord and let me truly save you!’

‘Never!’ I shouted against the rising winds, but already I could feel my control faltering. His power was having its effect on me, the fire was what had kept me safe before. Without it I could not withstand Tagin’Don.

His dark body slipped closer to me.

‘Put down the sword.’

My mind shouted at me to ignore his command, but it may as well have commanded me to stop breathing. I dropped the sword, my hands falling to my side. Tagin’Don stepped closer still. I could feel his hot breath as he moved towards my neck. I knew of his bite, the one that had taken a thousand mortals to their death.

‘No,’ I mouthed.

Tagin’Don hesitated. Could he have actually stopped simply because I wanted him to? No. He had suddenly formed a better plan.

The darkened demon cut through my armour with his claws. The flimsy metal fell to the ground, my dress beneath falling with it. I was naked and defenseless afore him. And clearly he was pleased. He stepped closer still, his twitching member rubbing against me.

Silently commanded, my body fell backwards into the soft earth. Tagin’Don’s weight came down upon me. I was frightened, and dismayed, but he overpowered me.

‘Don’t resist,’ he said calmly. And I didn’t. Even though I was on the verge of losing everything, part of me didn’t care. I was here, and it felt, falling in love. ‘Embrace me.’ Those words bore my final doom.

My delicate, white skinned arms wrapped around Tagin’Don’s neck. I kissed him with the passion of a millions lives. My soft tongue danced with his rough forked tongue. Our bodies felt the same lust building within us. For both of us such a union was forbidden, but we never stopped.

Our kisses turned deeper. Our hands bushing the lengths of our mismatched bodies. My pussy glistened in anticipation of its first time, Tagin’Don’s cock was growing, but not rigid like mortal cocks, his was more like a tentacle, and it rubbed itself over me while the two of us kissed.

Tagin’Don’s kisses lowered, descending to my supple breasts, licking and sucking on my nipples. His roving cock moved to get beneath me. He rubbed along my back, working towards my petite ass. The skin on his cock was smoother than the rest of him, and I wanted to feel it working inside me; which apparently it knew as it rubbed along my crack to find my tiny anus.

‘Take me!’ I moaned, Tagin’Don had just chewed on my nipple, but he acted not in a rough way, he wasn’t even controlling me now. He was loving me as I was him.

Slowly, his flexible member worked its way inside my tight little hole. Drawing itself out, inch by painful inch, teasing me. Tagin’Don’s body didn’t move as his cock thrust inside me, extending and retracting itself. I was in heaven on earth. I ran my fingers through Tagin’Don’s thick black hair.

His breath was coming in shorter, sharper gasps. His time was coming. Then he stopped. His cock sliding back out of my little asshole. I squirmed down, trying to keep him in, But I needn’t have. Out of ass hole, his cock lifted itself to my pussy, rubbing its tip along my pink folds. I moaned lightly, and gasped as it pushed inside me, stretching my virgin pussy as it had my ass.

He pushed against my hymen, threatening to break it. He could fuck me now without even touching it, I knew from having him in my ass so comfortably, but it came down to Tagin’Don and his sensational tool.

Tagin’Don was a mind reader, that much of his power I had known. And he was clearly reading my thoughts as he continued sucking on my breasts, growing in intensity. His cocked snaked deeper, he seemed to be coiling himself inside me. The thrusting felt amazing, my juices flooded his shaft, soaking his deep set balls.

I screamed as Tagin’Don’s cock pushed itself fully into me, his balls slapped against my ass as his hips took up a thrusting pattern. I felt some pain as his now wide cock broke through my delicate hymen. My virginity was gone, And Tagin’Don was almost spent. I wanted his cum deep inside.

I wrapped my long white legs around Tagin’Don’s ass, pulling him deeper with every thrust. His cock bashed against my cervix, threatening to push deeper, and I wanted him to. I clutched him tighter, as I felt his first shot of cum splash inside me. He continued his thrusting, pushing more and more of himself inside. He was getting thicker. I could feel him really stretching me. Spurt after spurt he shot inside me.

In that instant, a light glowed nearby. An archangel had arrived to sentence us. He reached out his hand as Tagin’Don and I fulfilled our loving act. A white flame passed between us. The archangel spoke.

‘You have sinned Ariana. Now the two of you shall share your gifts and have them as curses!’

My demon lover and I were too wrapped up in what we had done to listen to the archangel.

Later though I found myself hungry in a way I had never been before. Hungry in a way I knew was bad. I craved for blood. This was the curse I had been granted, and my only gift was immortality. Suddenly, it dawned on me what had happened. I had become a demon, and Tagin’Don had been granted the eternal life of the angels. We would hate each other for what we had become… Vampires. Two breeds. One bestial, the other angelic. A world apart.

Haunted Mirror 2

K.Teal on Supernatural Stories

Several weeks had passed since the demon in the mirror raped Kathy. The whole time she kept a blanket over the mirror, refused to uncover it for any reason. Kathy had started withdrawing into herself, wearing loose baggy clothes and dressing in layers. She stopped fixing her hair, she stopped masterbating all together. School had started for her, and she was also having trouble fitting in now. Before that night she would have had no problems making friends and fitting in, but now she was so ashamed and afraid that she would hardly speak to anyone. Every night the voice in the mirror would beg her to uncover it. It would beg and plead with her to let it out. Each night she would scream and cover her head with the pillows, crying as the voice continued to beg and plead. Half of her wanted to
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, her body would get wet and react, but her mind was so afraid. After a day at school that was hell, and an arguement with her parents that night Kathy locked herself in her room. She sat at her desk trying to study but the voice just kept calling to her over and over again. She couldn't concentrate as the mirror pleaded with her to uncover it over and over again. She finally slammed her books shut and went to lay on her bed, curl up and cry. The room was hot, and she felt dizzy. She finally sat up and opened her window, letting in the cool night breeze. The voice in the mirror finally shut up, and she found herself drifting to sleep. The wind blew through cooling her body and getting rid of her headache as she fell asleep. The wind continued to blow, moving the blanket over the mirror slightly, exposing just a small part of it at first before it finally slipped off onto the floor. The creature slowly slithered out of the liquid glass surface and crawled it's way over to her bed. "So pretty..." it hissed as he slowly uncurled her body and layed her on her back. She was wearing a teeshirt and a pair of larger jeans she barrowed from her mom. The creature reached out a long talon and started tearing at the fabric of the shirt with a grin on it's lips. "I can't wait until I am strong enough to pull you into the mirror with me." Once it had her shirt ripped open it's forked tongue slid out of it's lips and curled around her breast. Kathy shivered in her sleep, as the senation flooded her body, causing her to tremble. The demon moved slow for now as he didn't want to wake her up yet, he was feeding off her lust that was growing inside her. His lips locked to her little breast and started to suck as his tongue curled around her nipple flicking it over and over. Kathy's body shuddered as her mind swirled in her sleep. She felt as if she were laying on a table and couldn't move. She kept darting her head around in the darkness of her mind hoping to see what was touching her, she could feel the licks on her breasts and the hands on her stomach. Her lips trembled as she let out a moan, the feeling was just to good. The creature smiled as he heard her moan in her sleep, her lust was growing more and more. His tongue slid down her stomach, licking at her skin while his talons cut away the jeans quickly. The creatures nose slid over her stomach slowly as he inhaled her sweet fragrance. He ripped her jeans away from her hips, leaning back in satisfaction. She had shaved her pussy clean for him, something he whispered over and over at night into her ear, even with the mirror covered he was growing more stronger. His nose slid down her belly, moving to the smooth clean hairless skin. It was intoxicating to him, her whole body vunerable to his touch as he continued to play with her mind. His tongue licked through her slit, touching the wet liquid dripping from her pussy lips and he gave a feral grunt. "Oh so lovely, I can't wait to have your soul." He mused as his tongue again lapped through her pussy lips. Her hips jerked from his touch, she continued to try and peer into the darkness of where she was. She tugged on her arms and found them tied by what felt like a rope... her legs too... she couldn't move at all. "Stop.. please stop." she begged. Even in her dream state her lips were mumbling her plea's, though the creature didn't seem to care. His tongue drove over and over again through her skin as he continued to taste her sweet juices. As his tongue curled around her little nub, his tallon pushed right into her flesh causing her to wimper, and her words to change. "Don't... stop please... " She begged now, her hips rocking trying to get more pleasure from him. Her juices were pouring down her body now as she stopped trying to see who was touching her. She panted heavy her eyes closed tight as all she could focus on was the tongue on her clit and the finger deep in her pussy. The creature finally pulled away, she was ready like last time. His hands curled around her thighs as he spread her legs wide apart for him. His huge black cock burried itself right into her with out warning, or much preperation, it splitting those lips apart as her muscles tried to push it back out. He was a creature of force, and this was no different. He didn't stop to let her ajust or become acustomed to it, he just pounded away, taking more of her as she cried out in pain. In her dream she was being torn in half by something large invading her body. She wanted so badly to shut her legs, but they refused to work now.. they were being held open by something so strong. "Stop, oh god your going to kill me please stop." she tried to scream loudly, but all that would come out was broken wimpers and tears that slid down her cheeks. She could feel his teeth on her breast, biting down around her nipple tearing at her flesh. She cried even more, as the pain started to turn into pleasure. The creatures cock continued to spread her and pound into her, it's grunts coming out so loudly as his tallons clawed into her sides trying to push her onto him just as rough. After several moments this way he pulled her off him, and flipped her over like a rag doll, pulling her hips up. She layed there unable to move as the dream world faded away from her. She could see her bed, and feel the tight grasp on her legs as his cock slammed right back in. Her hip jerked as she tried to push away, her body was just failing her now. He held her by her thighs, pulling her back onto his cock as he grunted. His claws dug in so deep they broke her skin, causing her to bleed. "Your my bitch now." He growled as he pounded into her. "You can't get away from me." Even as her sides bled, she started to moan, her pussy was on fire.. the pleasure was to intence for her now as she started to shudder and quake upon his cock. Her muscles squeezed down upon him, only fueling his mad frenzy assult on her poor pussy. It wasn't long before her quivering pussy and her running juices caused him to release himself, his cock twitching and sputtering his dark seed right into her womb. He grunted loudly as his wings spread wide. He then pulled out from her and pushed her down on the bed, leaving her there for a moment as he looked at the flickering mirror with a grin. "Now, you can take my place." He mused as he grabbed her by her hair and drug her off the bed. He drug her across the floor, her body sliding limp as she had passed out from the whole ordeal. It wasn't long before he slid with her into the mirror leaving behind an empty room.

The Goddesses of Sex - part 3: Leslie

TheUnsaved on Supernatural Stories

Minutes later, I lay still with Ashley atop me, my penis still penetrated up her asshole. She breathed heavily, her head still rotated all the way around to her back where she had kissed me repe

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atedly, refueling my vigor after every orgasm … she, of course, one of the incredible Goddesses of Sex, never ran out of sexual energy.

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.


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Her fingers reached down and cupped over the lump in my underwear.

Heart beating faster. I swallowed hard, then started to rise to a stand so I could take off my underwear — Leslie’s hands shoved me back down beside her.

Her hands reached down and she gripped the elastic and pulled … the edge bent over and she tugged it over my penis, her mouth opened and gaped when she saw it, I raised my rear from the bed and she slid my briefs underneath, then crawled down, pulling the underwear over my knees and then my feet, slipped them completely off.

She walked on her knees, wet vagina gleaming and breasts wiggling, and she held the underwear only an inch from my face. Then, pursed her lips, raised it to her chin and blew softly on it.

The underwear twitched suddenly, as if in a breeze, then nothingness ate away at it until it vanished.

I became conscious of the cool air over my erect penis. I was fully naked, kneeling on the bed with Leslie.

 

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

She was in just the right position for …

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

My god! “Do you want to?”

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

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

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

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

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

My god …

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

“Ahhh-haaaahhh.”

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

I ERUPTED!

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

 “Aungh — aungh — AUNGH!” I groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ye — yes,” I gasped.

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

“Oh. Oh, Leslie … oh, yes.”

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

“Oh, yes.”

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh,” she murmured.

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

I felt I would almost pass out from the thrill.

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

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

“Oh my god, Leslie.”

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

I nodded. “I … I … yes.”

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

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

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

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

I felt the energy return and pulled away.

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

“N … no.”

“I’m a goddess, Seth.”

“Yes, but you’re not able to …”

Her eyebrows came down. “Yes, I am.”

“And it doesn’t hurt you?”

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

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

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

I closed my eyes. She was incredible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm, try again,” Leslie mused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ah, ah, ahhhh!” Leslie moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ohhhh, yessss …”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“YESSS!”

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

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

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

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

“Ooo, here we go,” she whispered.

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

Up, down, up, down.

Her hair was flying, breasts jiggling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Leslie …”

“Do you like playing with my parts?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slap! — harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay, Seth?”

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

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

I smiled. “I’m fine.”

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

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

“Did you like me?”

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

“I was, wasn’t I?”

“Yes.”

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

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

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

“But what else is there to do?”

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

“Are you … are you sure?”

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

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

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

 “Are … you’re sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I halted. “What …”

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

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

“Ooooohh, yessss,” she moaned.

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

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

“You like me … up your ass?”

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

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

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

 

 

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