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Fantasm

Punishing Rachel, Part One

This is my first attempt on any kind of site… I’ve previously only written stories for individuals on a personal level. I hope you guys like and I welcome CONCTRUCTIVE criticism and live for praise 😀

Fantasm

Peter Parker in a world of Dc and Marvel sluts.

Our favorite superhero is thrown into a world where every female he has or has never known in the case of the dc gals, is a total skank and prostitute for cock. With all these curvaceous, fertile supersluts around, what’s a spider to do?

Fantasm

The Price of Losing

This is Pokémon, hypnosis, tentacle erotica. Read at the peril of your soul. As always, any comments welcome, especially those making fun of the premise.

Fantasm

Alien Encounters

Lucy is in for the surprise of her life; feeling unwanted and unloved, her sexual and emotional fantasy suddenly comes true.

Fantasm

A Haunting Curiosity

A Haunting Curiosity
I walked up to the rusty iron bar fences. I never thought I would make it here, especially after hearing so much about this place. I looked through the bars and could see why so many thought it to be the place of nightmares, but I thought surely it couldn’t be as bad as what they said. Surely it couldn’t be haunted, I mean it’s the sort of thing you hear about in books or television shows, not the stuff of reality.
But the stories that were told of what happened in this place were so consistently true, it was hard to ignore the possibility that they could be. But by this point my natural curiosity had finally got the better of me. I walked through the half-open gates, creaking as it opened and the metal dragged across the concrete floor, and I approached the dilapidated old mansion.
It had stood here for centuries, in the middle of the forest about 5 miles north of my home town. For as long as I’d lived here, all my life, I had heard about this place, and warned by many to stay away, but I was older now and fully capable of taking care of myself in any normal situation. I was 19 now, standing at a proud 6’2, strong and muscular at 11 stone (approx. 155lbs), and I had short brown hair and green eyes.
It was made of stone all the way around the outside, with all the windows broken and boarded up. I made my way slowly up to the decrepit mansion, occasionally checking my back in case I was being followed. I was clearly nervous despite my skepticism, because it was quite a frightful looking place. I made my way up to the large double doors, pushing it open as it seemed to be quite stiff, and made my way inside.
The door slowly creaked it’s way back closed, as I had assumed it would as it was on a slope. I promptly tried to analyse my surroundings before continuing, but at this stage I wasn’t planning on going back, I was just too curious. I could see the dark, rotting walls and dark wooden floorboards that were consistent throughout the house. The place was dimly lit with the evening light alone, with most of the windows boarded up, light only peering through the gaps in the structure, so it was hard to see anything at all.
I began to make my way through the house, which to my surprise looked somewhat smaller on the inside, going from room to room. With each room I passed I saw a common theme of furniture and chandeliers covered up by white sheets. I had soon covered the entire ground floor after circling back round to the hall, and made my way up the creaking stairs, thinking surely there must be something more interesting going on up here.
The sun was beginning to set and it gradually became darker, so I decided to try the light switch at the top of the stairs. It took a few seconds, but the lights flickered, and to my surprise turned on, though only dimly lighting the place as much as the evening light had earlier. But still I had a lingering thought as to why the lights were still working. Was someone still to this day maintaining the place?
I examined the remaining rooms upstairs to little avail, the same as downstairs with all the furniture covered in dusty white sheets. So with not even so much as a bad vibe, or an unexplained noise I made my way back downstairs with disappointment. I decided to wait there for a little longer, as to let the night sky come over, as I thought all good stories happen at night don’t they? So I sat on a dusty sheet-covered couch and waited.
An hour must have passed by my reckoning, it was visibly night time and the scariest thing thus far far was the not even chilling breeze that passed through the cracks in the house. At that point I decided to cut my losses and call it a night, I knew that it couldn’t be as bad as people said it was. Clearly they just had an overactive imagination, or outright lied about it hearing stories from others. I made my way back down the hall and got to the front doors. I reached for the handle and suddenly, I felt a blow to the head, and I was out cold.
I awoke to some discomfort, with the back of my head still aching from the blow, wondering what could have happened. As I gathered my thoughts, and my vision and feeling returning to me, I opened my eyes to a dark, orange-like room, which became clearer as I looked and saw either side of me were fire-lit torches placed in hooks attached to the walls. At that point I concentrated in what sort of position I had awoken to, and was shocked.
I found myself lying on a flat, stone pillar of sorts, about the height off the ground as a bed would be. It became worse as I resumed getting feeling back to my arms and legs, only to find I was tied to the four corners of the pillar by my aching wrists and ankles, by thick metal chain handcuffs, at the same time finding myself to be completely naked too. I struggled and tried pulling free, but was clearly not going anywhere. I could barely even lift my head, and could only now hoarsely scream cries of help.
After a few screams someone answered, the voice of an old man, out of the darkness from the back of the room, and I struggled to lift my head slightly to see who had responded. He came from out into the view from the dim light, clearly quite aged but not seeming to show it in his motions. After a brief silence, he greeted me, “Hello there visitor,” he said in a croaky deep voice, “I’m sure you have many questions, but let me first introduce myself.”
“Introduce yourself?!” I replied in a harsh tone, “Just get me out of here old man.”
“Now, now.” He continued, “That’s no way to treat your host.” Host? I thought to myself, before realising he may be the reason I got that blow to the head, and why I now find myself here.
He went on to say, “Now, as I was saying, My name is Jameson, and I’m the caretaker of this mansion.”
“Caretaker? Well by the looks of the place you clearly haven’t done a very good job of ‘taking care’ of it.” I replied with attitude, trying to hide my now very apparent fear.
He ignored my remarks and continued, “I have been the caretaker here for the past 150 years.” Now I was shocked. 150 years? I thought, impossible. Though at this stage I wasn’t in position to question.
“Let me continue by telling you a story. The year was 1878, the family that had been living here had just moved away, and left me in charge. One night I was outside in the enjoying the warm night, looking to the sky, and I saw a shooting star, or what I thought was one. But it was getting bigger, and then closer, and before I could react it came down with a crash and landed in the mansion’s garden.”
I found it hard to believe the old guys story, but still I listened, as he for the moment seemed like the only one who could possibly help me here.
He continued, “I went over to inspect the crash, not knowing what I would find. Inside was a pod-like object, that when I got close to it opened, and before I knew it something had jumped at me, and covered my face. Before I could struggle, I heard it talk to me, telepathically, telling me it needed my help. It said it was from another planet, which at the time I didn’t know could be possible, but it was convincing.”
“It told me how it needed human energy in order to survive. It said it’s species had been dying out, so he fled his home to try and find somewhere he could live on. It told me it would make me immortal, if I helped him to live on. I was almost at the end of my road, so I gladly agreed to help it. So to this day I have been enticing people to come here of their own accord, so that my partner could use there energy to live on.”
I was suddenly very afraid. If this was true, would it be draining the life out of me? I began to struggle violently and screamed to attempt to break free, ever increasing the strain on my tied down limbs. But the old man pinned me down and carried on speaking.
“Don’t worry, you will live on, and after it is over you will forget this ever happened. We only need to borrow you for a while. My partner comes from a peaceful species, and even he knows wrong from right, and he respects and is quite fond of our species, and does not wish to harm us, in fact quite the opposite is true.”
I was quite intrigued at the proposal, wondering quite what he meant by this. “What are you going to do to me?” I enquired somewhat worryingly.
“We only require your time, the rest we will take care of. My partner needs certain supplements from the human body to maintain its survival, and has the means to retrieve them. However, their species are hermaphrodites, so he will need to make some… Modifications before we are quite done. But we will need your acceptance before we continue, as in his culture it is only polite. We can assure you though should you accept, you will be unharmed bar the modifications, and you will be allowed to leave. If you refuse however, I’m afraid we will need to convince you.”
Not liking the way he said convince, and not too keen on finding out either, I begrudgingly accepted the proposal, still in some disbelief as to what was happening, and became increasingly worried about quite what he meant by modifications.
“Excellent”, he said, “I’m glad you saw the sensible way. Then without further ado may I introduce you to my partner.” He pointed to the dark area from whence he had came, and out into the light came something I could not quite believe.
Out crawled this creature unlike anything I had seen before. It was a dark green colour, that seemed to be covered in a slimy ooze and was only as tall as the pillar I was laying on, and must have been just 4 feet or so in length. It made it’s way over to me, moving along on it’s array of tentacles of varying shapes and sizes, climbed up on top of the pillar and positioned itself over me, dripping residue from it’s body onto mine.
All of a sudden I could see the legitimacy of the old man’s story, which is when I started to get a little worried, and started to panic and scream again. This caused the creature to grab hold of my face and like the old man had said in his story, it spoke to me telepathically.
“Relax,” it began speaking, in a soothing human voice, “I do not wish to harm you. I realise this is a lot to take in, but I come from a peaceful species, and would not wish harm on any others. I apologise if I scared you in any way, I meant it not, I only do what I must to survive, and I try to do it in such a way that has proved satisfying and pleasurable to your kind. If you relax I assure you you will actually quite enjoy it.”
It was a very soothing tone it spoke to me with, almost hypnotic, but whatever it was instantly made me feel at ease and trusting, and with that I then stopped my panic and struggling, and submitted to what it wished to do to me. It hovered over me for a while, waiting for me relax my muscles, when it lifted two of it’s long, thicker looking tentacles and held one at the entrance to my ass, and one at my mouth.
“There are three types of fluid I will need to extract from you, which I will do in a gentle manner. The first of which is from your mouth, and as such I will need to ask for your entry. I will then follow with the second, in which I will extract from your reproductive fluid, which you have others of your kind do not, and as such when with a female human I need to grow the organ myself. The third these others have but you do not, a nurturing fluid you use for your spawn, and I will need you to allow me to grow these on your body too.”
I normally wouldn’t even allow anything vaguely phallic shaped near either of these, but I was under the effects of it’s intoxicating telepathic reassurance, and relaxed the muscles at my orifices, opened my mouth and spread my legs as much as the restraints would let me, ready for the creature to enter at both ends. I then prepared my chest for it as it had somewhat cryptically requested, as it moved two more of it’s tentacles up either side of my torso, ones that almost looked like large suction cups, and hovered over my chest. I was ready for the creature to start it’s process.
It went at these in the order it had said it would, where the first to gain entry was the one at my open, willing mouth. It began to pump deep into my mouth, almost at my throat, when I closed my mouths around it. I could taste the slimy ooze from the tentacle, a sort of salty, warm taste, one which I quite enjoyed and was causing me to salivate quite a lot, which was obviously what the creature had intended because as soon as I created, it was absorbed by the invading creature.
I actually quite enjoyed the sensation of having the tasty, thick tentacle in my mouth, and as I salivated more and more around it, it began to pump in and out of my mouth as to ease absorption of my oral fluids. I didn’t imagine myself enjoying it so much, but maybe it just took the little persuasion that it gave me. Once it steadied into a rhythm we were both satisfied with, it was time for the next stage of it’s process.
I had readied my anus for the invasion, as a tentacle as thick and long as the one that now filled my mouth was lingering around it, waiting for it’s moment, and I knew this one would be quite a bit more painful. As soon as I started to wonder why this was necessary, as this did not meet the creatures specified requirements from me, as if to read my mind the creature spoke to me again telepathically, “This may not seem necessary, but I assure you it is in order to get the full potential of your second fluid, so I will provide satisfactory stimulation from this side.”
Reassured, I was able to ready myself again, and the creature appeared to be too. It started first prodding at my rim and I could feel just how thick it was. I thought there was no way it could get in there without doing some damage, but it seemed that the ooze the tentacle was covered in, the very same one I was tasting in my mouth at this very moment, also acted as a very effective lubricant. It then slowly slipped it’s way in, only the tip for the moment, clearly conscious of my threshold for pain.
The muscles in my ass were able to relax more, as the fact it was well lubricated had somewhat reassured me that I would not be hurt too much. With this knowledge the creature was able to slip inside of me more, up to reaching what became apparent was my prostate. At the first sign of this feeling, I soon became very aware that I was becoming increasingly turned on by the invasions at either end of my body, as my penis started to grow and rise.
When the creature became aware of it’s success at arousing me, it was given the green light to continue doing so, as it began pumping in and out of my anus rhythmically, just as it had been at my salivating mouth for some time now, and soon synchronised thrusts with it, rubbing against and now past my prostate. My cock stiffened further to it’s now fully erect state at 5 inches, not too impressive by any means but it got the job done when I needed it too.
The creature however thought otherwise, and telepathically expressed to me it’s dissatisfaction at it’s size, and asked my permission to change it for it to fully collect all it needed to, a proposition which came at no disapproval, as I all to gladly accepted. It then drew out another tentacle from it’s body, one which it had intended to anyway as soon as I was erect, but now had a dual purpose in mind.
It was shaped somewhere between the previous two types I had seen from it, long and thick, but with room for entry in it’s shaft of sorts like the cupping ones, as where it was to be placed became clear. It positioned itself at the tip of my cock, adjusting to sufficiently accommodate me, and gradually pulled itself over my tip and pushed tightly around all the way to the base of my pubic bone, as if to be a perfect fit.
I then felt a strange sensation from inside the creatures newly revealed shaft-like tentacle, which could be felt all the way at the tip of my cock. It felt almost tongue-like as it seemed to lap away at my tip, but it then pushed against it, opening the end of my urethra. This allowed the new tongue-like tentacle itself to actually enter through the tip of it, and slowly pushed it’s way further into the tube. It was a strange feeling, but one I quickly warmed to as it was gentle and strangely somewhat arousing.
It found it’s way to what seemed to be the entire length of my shaft before it stopped, and began pumping something fairly warm and fluid-like, a feeling which soon ran through my pubic area and into my testicles, to give it a tingly feeling which was steadily increased my level of arousal. It was a level of arousal I had never experienced before, and it caused my penis to start throbbing at the increase of pressure, pushing against the walls of the tentacles shaft.
My cock began to expand, further and deeper inside the tentacle. It was doing as it had said it would, increasing it’s size until the creature thought would be at a suitable one for it to get all it would need. It stopped after what seemed like some time, as I glanced up briefly around the tentacle that continued to invade my mouth, and saw that it had nearly doubled in size, 9 inches easily.
It was a sight that I very much enjoyed, almost as much as the feeling of being able to fill it will my essence, so that it remained as stiff as it had ever felt, if not more so. This feeling was combined with the then continued tingly feeling in my balls, all the more making for the continual uprising of my arousal levels. The tentacles at my mouth and ass continued to pump away at me with ease, again making for an incredibly satisfying experience.
I was now thoroughly enjoying the experience, just as the creature had assured me I would, even so much as to begin thrusting myself first back onto the thick tentacle that was exploring my anus, and back forwards further into the tight shaft of the one firmly wrapped around the outside of my cock, as it to continued searching it’s way through the full length of my urethra. It then was time for the final stage of the creatures extraction process, while these ones worked away at my erogenous zones.
The creatures began lowering the two large cup-shaped strands of it’s body, that had been waiting patiently for it’s turn, and placed them on my fairly muscular pecks on my chest, comfortably enveloping them. I could then see as I lifted my head slightly once more for a better view, two more tongue-like tentacles came from the middle of the cup, just like it had at my cock, and lowered to my chest.
These two newly revealed tentacles seemed to concentrate on my now hardening nipples, lapping away at them again as if acting like a tongue. It then pressed down and surrounding my nipples and just like it had shown in my urethra, began pumping the same sort of warm fluid into my chest, as I got the same warm tingling feeling all across and through my chest area.
I then thought back to what the creature had said to me about this stage, and became aroused at the prospect of having these on me now. My chest began pumping outwards, harder and harder as it began to expand from the nipple region pushing outwards. I now had two clearly forming bumps where my chest muscles were, ever expanding.
Bigger and bigger they grew, to a size greater than I thought they would go to. I now had two clearly formed breasts, as natural as any woman’s, up to a B cup and then C, finally stopping at a size of around about a large 34c. I lifted my head once more to see the creatures handy-work, becoming more and more aroused at the thought and sight of having my very own pair of tits now.
I could see the huge bumps with soft skin through the see-through-skinned tentacle that enveloped them, and could clearly see at the top of each two puffy, fully erect nipples, with the two tongue-like tentacles fitted inside each of them, still seeming to pump my chest full of the fluid that gave me the tingly sensation.
This all happening while the other tentacles continued to work all at once rhythmically at my mouth, anus, erect cock and urethra, the thought of which sent me to new heights of pleasure, that I once thought impossible to reach, and somehow the arousal had yet to make me orgasm, like it would have before.
Perhaps the fluid the creature was pumping through my urethra into my tingling testicles was preventing me from doing so, until I was at the point of ultimate pleasure where it could fully collect the essences from all orifices of my body. That thought came from the creature itself, still communicating with me telepathically, sending me the message as if I had thought it myself.
Suddenly I had hit my peak of arousal, thrusting wildly in every place where the creature had sought to invade me, and I was on the verge of a clearly explosive orgasm. The creature upon noticing this, began preparing all it’s tentacles to absorb each of my essences as they would arrive for him.
I had already provided the saliva, and next up would be my reproductive fluid, as I reached new heights of arousal, I could feel the semen rushing through my balls, and into my urethra past the invading tongue, and I shot it out of my writhing cock in explosive bursts, thrusting upwards as each one came through, the walls of my cock expanding and pressing against the tentacle that was around my cock.
The orgasm lasted for several minutes, as with each burst of hot cum that came pouring through my genitals, each as arousing as the rest. With the sheer amount of it must have been due to whatever the creature was pumping into me, clearly giving him more than enough of what it needed in that regard.
As I finally finished, my cock beginning to soften inside the tentacles shaft, the tongue withdrawn to get the last of my essence out of it, I now felt completely and utterly satisfied. But I was not quite finished as the creature soon began to let me know, as it started pumping at my breasts harder and harder, up and down, the two alternating between being pushed down closer to my chest, and pulled up and squeezed as far away from it as they would allow.
I soon felt a rush of similarly warm liquid as that in my balls, but this time rushing through my chest and newly formed boobs, and began being squeezed and pumped out the milk from through my nipples, filling up the air tight seal the two cupped tentacles had around my breasts. As it began to fill, as if to start drinking it the tongues that were exploring the inner tubes of my nipples began swimming through it, absorbing it as it went while I continued to spurt the milk out of my breasts.
The pumping of my breasts continued until they felt empty, and eventually the creature had felt it had gathered enough of it to last, as it sucked up a drank the rest of the milk from the cup. I then appeared to be finished with, as the creature had collected all the supplements from my worn out body that it had needed to, and as I began to rest and relax for the first time in a long while, it began to remove itself from the orifices of my body, each coming out with a satisfying pop sound.
The creature then pulled away from my body, and appeared to gesture to me me gratefully, before making it’s way back to the corner of the room shrouded by darkness. Immediately after it had disappeared from sight, the four restraints that had held me in place for so long and actually began to hurt, all released at once, and suddenly it appeared I was free.
After having seemingly waited for so long for this moment of being released, I was left feeling so completely satisfied all round, I was almost reluctant to leave. I did however get up, my body shaking and weak from the pleasure, I made it to my feet, and made my way to the newly revealed exit once behind my head.
I went through the opening, which led into a familiar room, realising that I had came through the fireplace of a room I had at one time explored. It was clearly daytime, and by the looks of it had been for some time, putting into perspective how long I had been down there with the creature for. I found standing near the front door was Jameson, there with my clothes.
“I hope you had a pleasant stay with us, that it met your standards of satisfaction.” It clearly had, that and beyond, as I nodded to him.
As I took my clothes back from him and began to put them back on, I asked him curiously, “So now that it’s done, the process… do I get to keep the modifications you made or what?” As I asked this, realising my clothes had actually been resized to accommodate my now larger package and newly formed, large breasts, I could have gathered the answer from there.
“Of course,” he replied, me getting somewhat excited about the new permanent additions to my body, he continued to say, “But your experience with us does not have to finish there. You are welcome to come back and ‘donate’ if you would like on a weekly basis. Of course it is optional at this point as I did promise you your freedom, but you can still come back of your own accord, and we are ye to see anyone refuse the offer of another go around.”
At this point I began to get really excited again at the prospect of having this experience more, so much so I nearly became erect again from just the thought. I gladly accepted the offer, and agreed with the old man to come back on a weekly basis to, as he put it, ‘donate’ to my new found friend, the alien creature.
I left the mansion through the front gates and made my way back home, with the only thoughts running through my head about what had just happened, and what was yet to come, and I was left with so many questions. I couldn’t help but wonder…
Would next time be just as good, if not maybe better? Would I be able to do it next time without the restraints, and be able to freely move if I was there of my own accord? Who knows, maybe I would be able to meet the other visitors that Jameson had mentioned, and maybe I would be able to play with them too?
All these thoughts and more left me with one, over-riding conclusion. I couldn’t wait for my next adventure there.

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Fantasm

Demonology 4

Amanda woke up and was aware that she was naked. A cold breeze brushed across her skin, making her nipples stand erect.
Her eyes fluttering open, she looked around. Lying in bed she realized that she was not alone. Looking up slowly she saw Mikel sitting in a chair casually. Amanda started, throwing covers over her naked form.
“Mikel!”
“You are awake, good. We need to go Princess.” Mikel stood, closing a book he had been reading.
Amanda looked around and realized what was wrong.
“My stomach…”
“No time to discuss it, up.” Mikel wrenched her out of bed by her arm.
“Oww, damnit, that hurts.” Amanda fought getting to her feet, trying to figure out what had happened. “Where is Balthazar? Where is my child?” She demanded.
Mikel did not answer, instead he threw at her a gossamer dress. Pulling it on, she looked around, there was a sense of urgency that could only mean danger. Amanda worried some evil had befallen her husband and child. Roughly taking her by the arm Mikel began dragging her out of the room and down the hallway. Immediately Amanda heard the wailing, moaning and screaming coming from the great hall. Her heart began to race as they grew closer to the room despite the fact that there was a twinge building between her legs.
Stepping into the room Amanda witnessed chaos. There were tons of human women all over the room being ravished by just as many demons. Some women were enjoying the act but most were not. Screaming for help, looking around in shock, a few of the women implored her with their eyes. Other thought her another victim being dragged in for the orgy.
“My God.” Amanda whispered.
“She has nothing to do with this. This, my lady is survival of our species.” Mikel lowered his voice, “And it is wrong.”
Amanda looked up at Mikel, unsure that she heard what he had said. Looking around she watched the orgy before her. She was shamed that she was becoming turned on watching and listening. The twinge between her legs began to grow and throb making her wet. Her breathing became ragged and her skin began to flush. The horrid decadence of the tableau before her was too much to bear but she could not drag her eyes away. Caught like a deer in headlights, she knew she was responsible for this.
“Balthazar was right.” Mikel said to himself, turning around he looked at Amanda. “You bore a son, father was so angry he was going to sacrifice the boy. Balthazar questioned father’s rule. They fought and Balthazar was forced to flee with your son. The only reason why you are here is because you’re a fertile female. Father gave you to me.”
Amanda breathed heavily, in shock. She felt Mikel walk away for a moment as she looked around. Horns trumpeted suddenly, catching her off guard and frightening her. Turning around she shivered as she heard the king being announced into the hall. Amanda watched as he strode in with all pomp and circumstance that he could muster, three women in tow in chains behind him. Sitting on the throne, he handed the chains over to one of the reptile people, who attached them to the throne. His cold eyes washed over the throne room until they landed on her. Smiling at her, he nodded his head at her and waited.
Looking over at Mikel, she watched him approach her with a large black collar. Amanda recognized it as a position collar, a thing used in bondage that was a wide stiff leather collar that would impede moving her head. He placed it around her throat and attached a chain to the back of her collar, Amanda looked over at Mikel, her eyes wide. Pulling back hard on her hair, he forced her head back so that he could whisper in her ear.
“There are things in motion, Princess that you are not yet aware of. Your husband lives, as does your son. They are in the mountains above Dhaul Marun,” Amanda was terrified as she was forced to stare at the king who smiled at her in return.
“Father says if you refuse me, he will take you for himself, willingly or not.” Mikel continued to whisper in her ear as he stroked her hair. Amanda’s body flushed as she stood in a gown that was quite see-through before her father in law, who waited anxiously for his second oldest son to take his first son’s wife in front of him.
“What is your decision?” Mikel whispered.
Amanda turned and looked at Mikel. Her brother in law was in a position just as distasteful as she was. He was risking his life telling her this information, risking his life by playing along and taking her as his wife, protecting her. It was not the most of ideal of situations but there seemed to be little alternative. Looking up at him, as best as she could, she nodded yes and tentatively she began to kiss Mikel’s lips, her eyes wide and scared.
“Try to relax.” He whispered as he kissed her shoulder.
Amanda’s mind reeled as she replayed the decision, as if there was one to be made. The king wanted her for himself but gave Amanda to Mikel, so long as he took her upon her awakening. She didn’t want to be with the king but she didn’t want to be with Mikel either. She felt her odds of finding and saving Balthazar were better with Mikel. Pulling away she looked at him, then at the king. Mikel had given her the choice between he and the king, a choice whether to fight back or to accept fate and die. Taking a breath she took a chance and began kissing him back. Feeling his tongue probe her mouth slowly, cautiously. She could tell he was not used to these things and worried he may be too inexperienced to make their subterfuge work.
“We will have to do this here, now, in front of him.” He whispered, kissing her down to her collar bone, below her positioning collar.
Amanda nodded slowly, as best as she could. Standing slowly, he stared into her eyes for a moment; sorrow, anger, same and desires swam in his eyes. Leading her by her chain, Mikel guided her to one of the many beds before the throne. Nodding to his father, he pulled Amanda forward and stood her before the king. Unable to look away due to the collar, Amanda was force to look up at him. To appease his ego and to show deference, for now, she knelt, lowering her eyes. The king chuckled.
“Proceed.” The king announced.
Mikel gently tugged on her chain towards him. Turning around, Amanda faced him.
“I am so sorry for this.” He whispered.
Suddenly Mikel lifted her up in the air and threw her on the bed. Climbing on top of her, he began ripping and tearing at her clothing, shredding it with his talons. Several times, his eagerness overcame him and he accidentally would scratch a red ribbon open across her flesh. Amanda cried out. Mikel was forceful and powerful and at this point, if she wanted him to stop, she could not overpower him. He was full in the lust haze, his eyes glazed over. Instead she allowed herself to be taken by her brother in law.
Staring over her form, Mikel was in awe of her and her body. Being mostly of a scientific mind, he had very little thought for the pleasures of the flesh. Not that he didn’t enjoy a good wank now and again. When he first met Amanda, already married to his brother, he found her quite alluring and found many reasons to be within her presence. Late a night he would lay on his bed and think of her as he pleasured himself, stroking his thick red cock till he would come so hard it would leave him shaking. Shame had colored his mind then, but he saw this as an opportunity to fulfill that fantasy, help his brother and protect Amanda. For him, it was really a win win situation. His throbbing member wept eagerly as he thought of all the ways he planned to take his brother’s wife, soon to be his wife. How would she feel? How would she taste? All of these thoughts were making him hesitate, he did not know where to start.
Sensing his hesitation, Amanda offered to help get things started. If she were to be with Mikel to help save Balthazar and to protect herself until it was time to make their move, then so be it. Balthazar would understand, she hoped. Sitting up slightly, she palmed his rock hard cock and began stroking is softly as she kissed up and down his chest. While she was not wanting anyone but Balthazar, a part of her looked forward to this. She wondered idly if he was anything like his brother… remembering the hours upon hours they had had sex until she finally conceived. Her pussy twitched in anticipation. Dripping wet and so very hot she wanted to be filled. She needed to be filled. Her hand pumped him faster, her eagerness to be fucked growing, despite the fact she did not want it to be Mikel fucking her.
Twitching, Milkel took a deep breath, steadying himself. He had not anticipated that she would touch him like this and it caught him off guard and unprepared. He knew he could not lose it in front of his father and so, he removed her hand and pined it to the bed with his own. Rotating his hips, he brushed the head of his red cock against her opening, teasing the both of them. Slowly he inched forward, marveling as it disappeared between her folds. The initial feeling of being inside her was overwhelming. Hot, moist and so amazing, he looked up, eyes closed, savoring the feeling. Then she clenched her muscles around his dick and squeezed. The action took his breath away and he instinctively slammed into her roughly, not taking into account the size difference.
Amada bit her lip, tears squeezing past her closed lids. Pounding away at her sex, Mikel was more rough and untrained, but held her head gently as he continued with their bonding. Amanda bit her lip enough to taste blood in her mouth but it kept her from crying out. Wiggling her hips she repositioned herself below Mikel to try to make the experience less painful. Scooting her butt around, she found a spot that hurt less and was far more pleasurable for her.
She glanced back and noticed the king scowling at her. She had to try to sell this experience as something she wanted. Closing her eyes and attempting to relax and at least pretend that it was Balthazar, she started working up a rhythm with Mikel. Her heart began racing, her breathing turned to panting and she began getting wet again. Reaching up she ran a hand up Mikel’s bare red chest. Soon, she began to feel his knot beginning to swell, she loved this part the most with Balthazar. It rubbed against her clit, making it easy to get lost in the effort. She braced herself and remembered that they were bound to do this until she carried his child. Amanda’s momentum faltered and she for but a moment panicked.
“Stop!” The king bellowed.
Mikel froze as did Amanda, looking at each other and breathing hard. Inside she could feel him twitching, felt his pulse through his cock. Amanda tried to look up to see what was happening, Mikel attempted to keep very still, his body trying to continue with their bounding. Looking over his shoulder at his father, Mikel’s chest heaved with want and need.
“Can you remove yourself from her?” The king asked casually.
Mikel withdrew himself slowly and found that he had not swollen as to fill her yet. Standing to his feet, Mikel turned and faced his father.
“Bring her to me.”
Trying to catch his breath, Mikel turned and grabbed Amanda and pulled her to her feet. Her knees still week from the effort of their bonding, she walked up the steps to the throne, the tatters of her dress trailing behind her. The only thing that she had going for her was that her collar kept her head held high.
The king motioned for her to sit on his lap. Amanda hesitated for a moment before turning and sitting on his knees. She felt his hands wrap around her waist and pull her back fully before turning her around. Amanda tried to restrain the repulsion that built up in her, as she was spun around to face him. Her knees spread apart and her sex was fragrant. The king smiled.
“I thought to take you as my queen but I took pity on my second son.” The king smiled at her.
Amanda stared up at the demon, impassively.
“Mikel will tell you all that transpired after you fell asleep. You will find out, if you hadn’t already, that your first husband was a traitor. You’ll do well to remember where your loyalties lay.”
Amanda looked down for a moment. Thoughts of throttling the king raced through her head, at least maim his sex since he was so keen on fucking as many of these women as possible.
“Bare him a child m’lady, then you can be mine and bare me many daughters.”
He ran the back of a talon down her cheek, in an effort to be compassionate, or dominating, she wasn’t sure. Amanda stifled a shiver.
“Your lord and master loves you child.” He said softly, leaning forward and nuzzling her cheek, his tongue licking up from her chin. Amanda had to fight the urge to be sick but sighed as he pulled back, her body relaxing slightly. Looking up in his eyes, Amanda’s heart raced as the king smiled at her. Moving back the folds of his robe, he took hold of his cock and began to stroke it thoughtfully.
“I know he does, wherever he is.” Amanda choked out her reply.
“No, not the nameless traitor.” He corrected, speaking to her as if she were a naughty child.
“Mikel I suppose cares for me.” She answered, scared, knowing full well who he was referring to.
“You did not kneel before Mikel.” He reminded her.
Pausing for the most briefest of moments, the king looked at Amanda. The king moved her back and forth on his lap, tweaking a nipple or her clit, causing uncomfortable spasms of pleasure in her. Closing her eyes, she prayed silently that it would be over soon. Lights of pain flashed behind her closed eyes and she heard her breath catch in her throat as he stabbed upwards and impaled Amanda on his huge cock. Eyes went wide, her mouth in a silent ‘O’ of pain. Easily twice the size of Balthazar, she could feel herself tear as her body tried to accommodate his size quickly. Catching her breath, Amanda screamed and slammed her eyes shut, the pain blinding her mind. Clinching the arms of the throne, she braced herself against the torrential pounding the king was giving her. Her screams and cries of pleasures began to comingle. Feeling dirty and disgusted with herself that she was actually enjoying this on a base level.
“I can see….why….Balthazar was taken….by you…ugh, you are so tight, so wet. It’s….so fucking…hard for me…. To not… fill you up… make you my breeding…..whore, oh Gods…..” He moaned.
Feeling his hands on her shoulders, he attempted to press her down lower on his shaft, forcing her to take more of his size. She guessed she was maybe a third of the way down, halfway at most. It wasn’t bad enough that he was raping her but that he would damage her as well. The pain was too great for her to fight and the shame of the pleasure was sickeningly overwhelming, tears flooded down her face. All at once, the incessant pounding stopped. Panting, she opened her eyes and looked up.
“You look at me with fear and loathing in your eyes,” the king spoke as if he had done nothing at all, he was not winded nor did he break out into a sweat. He was utterly composed. “I expect that the next time you look up at me, this closely, you look up with adoration instead. It suits you better.”
The king removed himself from between her legs and roughly pushed her off his lap. Unable to stand fully, Amanda felt disgusted, used and broken and fell on all fours before the throne. Tears of pain, hatred and humiliation continued to fall down her face.
“Mikel, continue with the bonding. She is not ready for me yet.” The king ordered, sounding utterly bored.
Looking over at Mikel, Amanda gave the impression she was resigned however a quiet sense of purpose lit in her belly. It was small, barely an ember but it was there, stroked into being by the king himself. In order to survive this, Amanda knew she had to play along. She didn’t have many months before she would give birth and become his. In that time, she had to find Balthazar, had to find her son and somehow had to stop the king from what he was doing, not just to her, but to the female humans he had brought back from her world. She had no idea where to start but knew it involved Mikel and it started with this bonding ritual.
She limped down the steps to the waiting Mikel and in one fluid motion, fell into his arms as he pivoted, tossing her gently back onto the bed. Without a word, he climbed up and hovered over her body.
“We will find him.” He whispered, stroking her face softly.
Looking down, he sighed, closing his eyes and entered her slowly. He could tell she was more loose than when he had her originally and the sharp inhalation of breath made it plain she was in pain but that was a deliberate move on his father’s part. Being the Alpha male, he could make his cock accommodate any size opening and to do what he did to her was exerting his dominance over this woman. He started slowly, allowing her injured body to grow accustomed to the motions. Her wetness and his precum helped to keep the friction on the more sensitive injuries to a minimum though he could tell she was in considerable pain.
Changing tactics, he began to thrust harder and more deeply into her depths. Perhaps not giving her body the opportunity to react to the pain fully was the best policy, or blend the pain with the pleasure. Mikel wondered idly if he should smack her ass, or punch her face. He had no clue what he was doing. He was a scientist after all. This blending of the species was both distasteful in application but brilliant in design. He’d rather genetically bring his kind back from extinction rather than mate with a lower life form, but he could not argue with his father. Not after Balthazar…. And after all Amanda was something special, something different. Right now, she was his.
Mikel shook his head, took a breath and focused on his task at hand. Moving her legs up and towards her shoulders, Mikel was able to penetrate deeper than he had before. Immediately his knot began to swell. Amanda was even able to moan in pleasure. Mikel smiled to himself and continued to focus on going deeper, harder. It pleased him too and soon he began finding it difficult to concentrate on his surroundings, the sensation of her gripping him with her sex and milking him was beginning to drive him crazy. Leaning up slightly, he began to growl as he pumped harder and harder into her. Gripping her by her hair, he pulled back. The motions of their fucking rocking them both nearly off the bed. With every stroke, Mikel growled louder and more aggressively, pounding harder and harder into her smaller sized frame. Reaching down with his other hand, he balled up his talon in her hair and slammed home.
He suddenly froze in place as he experienced his orgasm, the crazy rush of pleasure that was too intense to be contained. Catching his breath, he could feel his heart race and her muscles around his cock twitch and massage him. A moment later, he flooded Amanda’s womb with his seed in spurt after spurt. Each time he came, his body twitched, sending further sensations throughout his whole being. Not technically a virgin, he had never experienced anything like this before. The power with which he suddenly desired his brother’s wife and the ferocity of his own orgasm was so intense, it frightened Mikel. Looking down at her, he wanted to possess her for himself. There would be no way that he could fight Balthazar in hand to hand combat. For now, their subterfuge would have to be enough or him.
Taking a breath, Mikel sat back a little, waiting for the knot to pop out of her and was slightly disappointed when it hadn’t. He figured an orgasm that powerful should result in life. It took only a moment before he stifled a smile. When he realized that meant he could have her again and again. Mikel wrapped his arms around Amanda and slowly began to make love to her. This time gently but with all of the depth of motion from before. Rotating his hips slowly, he began recording everything that elicited a moan, sigh or sharp inhalation of breath from Amanda. His scientific mind was being stroked as much as he pumped her. Finding that if he rotated his hips this way, would make her moan, rotating them this way would make her meow like a cat and if he sped up and lowered his hips he could make her make curious noises that resembled those of a dolphin. He wondered how long he could prolong his orgasm making the bonding ceremony last as long as possible. He knew he had to find his brother, he knew he had to defend his people but all rational thought was lost between Amanda’s thighs and in her cries of delight.
The king sat back and watched his second son and Amanda couple. She had been so tight, delightfully tight. Not like the whores he had with him, all three carrying his children. He wanted her so bad… there was something so sweet about Amanda that he wanted to break and keep for himself. The thought of pumping into her tight little cunt made the king hard. The image of flooding her body with his seed, implanting, impregnating her made him dizzy. He began to idly stroke himself watching her face. She actually looked like she was enjoying herself.
Frustrated, he yanked on one of the chains and pulled the whore to her feet, dropping her on his cock, which he had resized. She cried out but the king slapped her into silence.
“You speak when spoken to.” He whispered menacingly as he sat back and bounced her on his lap. The woman whimpered and whined while he fucked her lazily, watching Amanda’s face. This whore wasn’t like Amanda and it made the king grow angry. He wanted her again but it was too late. Mikel had already bonded with her. He sighed. Just a few months and she would be his.
***
Amanda laid on her side, eyes red from crying and sore from the fuckfest she endure with her brother-in-law. She tried not to think on it otherwise she’d start to feel sick. Mikel had removed her collar once they returned to her room. Looking towards the door, she thought about running, for the twelfth time that evening. Mikel snored away in bed next to her. Rolling over, she watched his sleeping form. He was not bad looking, he was similar to Balthazar but Mikel’s features were somehow diminished. Looking up at the ceiling, she fought back tears, knowing that she was now carrying his child, not Balthazar’s. The more she lay there thinking that their father set this up, the angrier she got. The only thing that made her pause was the idea that if she left then she faced giving birth without the aid of Mikel’s drugs and the conversations between he and Balthazar, while she didn’t hear them, the looks of concern on their faces told her what she needed to know.
“To hell with this.” Amanda jumped up and threw on a pair leggings and tank top with a dress over them. Packing a ruck sack, she looked over at Mikel’s sleeping form. “It’s nothing personal but you’re not him.”
And she left.
Sneaking out of the room, she made her way down the hallway towards the great hall. It was the last place that she wanted to be but it was the only way to get to the doors to get out of the palace. Peeking her head into the hall, she saw that there were bodies everywhere. Most were asleep while a handful lazily moved, writing together as they fucked towards the bound being broken. Creeping quietly, she attempted to navigate the jungle of limbs, trying hard from stepping on or falling on anyone. A quick glance to her right and she breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the thrones were all empty. The king was elsewhere.
Relaxing for a moment, Amanda took a breath but nearly screamed when hands went around her body.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the voice whispered, threatening.
Amanda struggled as she was being dragged away to an alcove where a bed was sitting. Used several times over it clearly had seen better days. Her assailiant tossed her onto the bed roughly. Looking back she looked over at a guard standing before her. How had she missed him? Her heart raced, was he going to kill her or worse tell the king?
“Answer me.” The guard threatened standing before her.
“I… I … I was just… I, um…” Amanda couldn’t think of what to say or do.
“Tell you what.. I want to know what is so, intoxicating between your legs that two princes and the king want a piece of you. You’ve already bonded with Prince Mikel so this would be a sport fuck, then I’ll let you go and pretend I never saw you.”
“And if I say no?” Amanda asked horrified.
“I’ll still fuck you but then take you to the King.” The guard was already removing his loin cloth.
“Hard to argue with that logic.” Amanda muttered shaking her head. How did it come to this? Slowly she removed the pants she was wearing below her skirt and laid back. The guard pulled her by the feet and got her standing again, bending her roughly over the bed, entered her smoothly. He was not as large as the royal family but he was adept at love making. There was an eagerness in his pumping but he was not overly rough. Surprisingly, he reached around and rubbed the nub of her clit, making her start to moan.
“Shhh. Keep quiet, less we be discovered.” The guard hissed.
Amanda bit her lip to keep silent. Rolling her head back, she met his strokes and actually found herself enjoying the feeling. She felt the talon of the guard at her lip and she bit down on it. It had been quite some time since she had sex for pleasures sake. Not having to bond, just base desire and lust. Feeling the illustrious pleasure of being filled that ecstasy of being complete. Reaching between her legs, she bats away the guards hand, instead pleasureing herself further with her hand, rubbing her clit as he sped up his rhythm. The west slap of his loins making contact asgainst her ass, his body beginning to glisten with sweat, her body likewise was hot beneath her clothing. The guard pushed her further down on her back, her face lay against the bed she was bent over. As he did it raised her as in such a way that caused the guard to hit her G spot. Stuffing a portion of the sheet before her into her mouth to keep from screaming. She could feel her wetness increase a pressure began to build within her. The low grunts from behind her indicated that he was close to his own sticky end.
Without warning, her body convulsed and began to come, hard. Covering the guard with her juices, feeling the wetness drip down her body. Grunting he bent forward, putting his weight into her, her wetness lubricating his strokes. One rough push forward he grunted , grabbing her by the waist, his talons digging into her hips. Coming inside her, his seed mixing with her own juices, it ran like rivers down her legs, still he came.
As the onslaught of his love making slackened, Amanda’s legs begn to tremble. Withdrawing himself he swayed on his feet.
“I see…” He dressed in his loin cloth, “what the fuss is about. You’ve got ten minutes to get to the door before I have to call the alarm.”
Standing on uneasy legs she pulled on the leggings once more. Retrieving her bundle she looked over at the guard a moment before turning to walk towards the door.
“Know that if you come back, the king will have his way with you. So you better be sure if you leave.” The guard tipped his head. “Princess.” Turning he began walking back towards the sleeping bodies to watch over them for a few moments more. Shamed by her lascivious behavior Amanda slung the bag onto her back as she ran for the doors. She needed to find Balthazar and find some peace.

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Caveworms 4

Anticipation can be a difficult thing to deal with. I can’t say I was worried about mum’s reaction when she came down and saw us, but not knowing exactly what was going to happen was making me excited, though somewhat impatient. I could tell Hannah was feeling it too. After we heard the ominous silence after the footsteps, I knew that mum had noticed the smell. Remembering the effect it had on me in the cave, I knew she’d be drawn down here, but she sure seemed to be taking her time.
After a little while, we heard the sound of muffled voices coming from upstairs, which meant only one thing: mum had not come home alone! I could make out three distinct voices; other than mum’s, there was one male and one female. It took me a second to recognise them, but when I did, I couldn’t help but gasp. The female was definitely my cousin Jenny, and the male was her dad, uncle Jeff. I gave Hannah a look of excited shock, and we both tried to stifle a giggle as we realised things were going to get very interesting indeed!
Their footsteps started again, but they were different, slower, like they didn’t know where they were going, only that they had to go there. As expected, they were being drawn towards the smell. It wasn’t until they took their first steps down the basement stairs that they actually noticed what was going on. Getting my first look at the three of them, I started going into overdrive again, I couldn’t help but undress them with my eyes and imagine all the perverted things we would soon be doing to each other.
When they saw us, their eyes bulged, looks of horror and disbelief on all three faces. They seemed to try to form words, but just couldn’t. What could they say? Hannah was pinned beneath her ludicrously pregnant stomach, as I was by my immense, writhing boobs, and the both of us were surrounded by a sea of white, slippery worms. Under normal circumstances, maybe they would have screamed. Run away? Tried to help? No way of knowing. Whatever chemicals the worms exuded removed those kinds of emotional responses, and replaced them with an incredibly intense level of sexual arousal.
They couldn’t tear their eyes away from us as they lowered the staircase, and when they reached the bottom, just in front of all the worms, I noticed mum’s work slacks, and Jenny’s jeans looked soaked. Like utterly drenched, as if they’d wet themselves. Uncle Jeff had a prominent bulge in his pants, which he was unconsciously rubbing. Mum broke the silence.
“What’s going on? What is this?” she stammered, as she started pulling her pants down like she had no idea what she was doing.
“These are our new friends.” I smiled. “Come say hi!”
Mum muttered something about this all being a dream, and stripped out of the rest of her clothes. I admired her beautiful body. Her boobs were incredible, big and round, with just a little sag, and the way her hips flared out made my clit tingle. I could also see her pussy juices dripping down her inner thighs. She was practically gushing, I didn’t think it was possible for a woman to be so wet. I wondered if Hannah and I were leaking just as much, but it was so hard to tell since the worm’s fluid was simply everywhere.
Then, she dipped her toe into the worms, like she was about to step into a hot bath, before immersing herself. I could hear her moaning and whimpering as the worms enveloped her. It wouldn’t be long before she started cumming, but it would be a while before she stopped.
Jenny and Jeff were also mindlessly undressing themselves, but couldn’t seem to take their eyes off the insanity before them. I stared at Jenny, memories flooding back to me of the days where we fooled around. We were just exploring each other, more out of curiosity and boredom than anything else, but now I was eagerly anticipating taking things more than a few steps further.
She was about my age, with long, dark hair and brown eyes which she inherited from her mum. Watching her undress was captivating. Her boobs made me drool. They were definitely bigger than mine were before the worms had their way with me, and her nipples with slightly puffy, and pointed upwards a little. And her pussy was leaking as much, if not more than mum’s. Her juices didn’t just trail down her thighs, they actually dripped down between her legs like a leaky tap. She then waded through the worms, which were about half way up her shins, then sank down to her knees and fell onto her side. The worms quickly enveloped her as they had mum, just as Uncle Jeff had fully removed his own clothes.
His cock was rock hard, and he was rubbing it with a bit more purpose now. When he joined us, the worms reacted quite suddenly and unexpectedly. Their slow, sensual slithering became a frantic writhing, and my boobs followed suit. They felt like they were going to explode, as the countless creatures inside them started to really come to life. Mum and Jenny had emerged from the worms, and with glazed over eyes they watched me intently. Hannah stared as well, though she was smiling a little since she had at least some idea of what was about to happen.
I squealed when I felt one of my nipples expand from the inside, a thousand tickling sensations followed as one of the little creatures started pushing its way out. The same thing happened to my other nipple, and they both stretched wider and wider. These new creatures were about the size of a kiwi-fruit, white like the other worms, but their little mouths were surrounded by tiny, wiggly feelers. I wasn’t surprised by how wide my nipples had opened up, but it was a sight to behold. And god it felt good. It didn’t take them too long to finally emerge, I cried out in joy when first one, then the other finally popped out. These little guys weren’t worms, or were a different kind at least. They had segmented bodies, and lots of little legs. They were almost insect like, but they had no exoskeletons, they were soft all over. The first two scurried down my boobs, causing a wonderful tickling sensation across every bit of flesh they touched.
Everyone was watching me, and all four of them were masturbating furiously while worms slithered around their bodies. Our three newcummers made muffled moans as they drank from some worms lodged in their mouths, while a couple of familiar looking long, thin worms were massaging and drooling all over mum’s nipples. A few smaller ones found their way into her pussy and ass, disappearing inside and making her shudder and try to scream.
The next couple of little bug like worms, which I decided to call ticklers, started to come out of my boobs, slipping out and falling to the ground after a few seconds. Then another pair, and another. Each one seemed to have a different plan once it had been born. Some immediately made their way into my pussy, and the feeling of them tickling my womb was unbelievable. A couple slipped into Hannah’s pussy, and they seemed to be having a similar effect on her, but also causing whatever was growing inside her to stir. Most seemed to just enjoy tickling us all as they crawled over our skin. A couple started to nuzzle at Uncle Jeff’s cock, and another tickled his balls, causing him to let out a loud grunt and collapse on his back, happy to just let them do their thing.
It seemed like it was going to take hours for all of the creatures to emerge from my tits, but it was kind of nice noticing them start to shrink as more came out. I was quite looking forward to standing up again. In the meantime however, the worms had really started to get to work on the others. The ones at mum’s boobs were forcing their way into her nipples, while another had completely swallowed Uncle Jeff’s cock. Jenny was being fucked surprisingly hard by a rather thick one in her pussy, while the worm in her mouth disappeared down her throat. Many others slithered across her skin, and suckling on her nipples and her clit, coating her in a thick layer of their goo. A tickler was poking around between her buttcheeks, before disappearing into her tight little ass. She wiggled her hips happily, moaning quite loudly.
I watched the scene before me for a while, as I gave birth to hundreds more ticklers from my nipples. They soon developed a habit of popping in and out of any of our holes they could get to. Even squeezing past worms which already occupied the space, causing unbelievable stretching and unimaginable pleasure. Not even mum’s boobs were safe, with a few slipping inside even while the worms were forcing their own way in. When they finally made it all in, and mum’s tits began their expansion, the ticklers shoved their way out amid a torrent of milk.
The worm on Uncle Jeff’s cock seemed to be fusing with him somehow. He writhed and moaned as it did its work. It was similar to what the worm which had impregnated Hannah had done to me, it changed its colour to match his skin and grew a bulbous head on the end. By the time it was finished, it just looked like a massive cock, veins and all. And I do mean massive – at least the size of my forearm, a thick trickle of fluid leaked from the tip. I could swear I noticed his balls growing as well, and as if on autopilot he began to stroke and rub his cock and balls. He was staring at mum in amazement, drooling as he watched her tits continue to grow, until they were over twice their original size.
Mine on the other hand had shrunk down to a more reasonable size, though there were still more ticklers to come. I could get up and move about now at least, and I crawled over to mum, who was rubbing her new tits with a delirious smile. As I crawled, the ticklers popping out of my nipples scampered their way up onto my back, and down my spine, causing shock waves of pleasure to ripple throughout my whole body. They then slipped into my ass and made their way deep inside me.
When I reached mum, I gently took her hands and pulled her arms above her head, pushing my chest into hers and kissing her deeply. She gasped, but then immediately shoved her tongue as far into my mouth as she could, and I did the same with mine. Ticklers were emerging straight from my nipples and into hers as we made out. Mum pushed up at me, wanting us to be as close as possible, then pulled her lips away and kissed across my neck, up and down, licking and biting my ear as she went. I shuddered and collapsed on top of her, it was just too much!
“Your little friends are amazing darling. They feel so wonderful in my tits.” mum whispered to me as I cried out in bliss.
“I know, and you haven’t seen anything yet.” I gasped, clamping my mouth onto hers for another passionate kiss. As if wanting to prove just how right I was, I felt mum practically scream into my mouth. A worm had slithered between her legs and was nuzzling on her clit while it arched its other end around and forced it deep into her pussy. I could feel the force of it fucking her, slamming itself into her g-spot with hard, well aimed strokes. And through all that, a group of ticklers were popping in and out of her ass as if they were playing a game of some kind. Mum was panting and swearing as our new friends fucked her, and she suddenly tensed up and began to twitch. She went silent, her mouth hanging open with a trickle of drool pouring out. The worm in her pussy was inflating and deflating itself, and it was making mum cum in a way she could never have thought possible.
She came back to her senses after a little while, and demanded my lips again. I was more than happy to oblige, I licked up the trail of drool from her neck up to her lips, and I trailed my tongue across them, planting a soft kiss on each. I then felt something soft and warm on my butthole, and I thought for a second that it was a little worm , but when I felt a couple of hands spank my cheeks and heard a soft giggle behind me, I realised that Hannah had somehow made her way over to us. It couldn’t have been easy considering the size of her tummy, but I was glad she made the effort. She enthusiastically rimmed me as mum and I took turns sucking on each other’s tongues. Before long, my ass winked open, and out came a tickler, which Hannah immediately swallowed. She sighed as it crawled down her throat, and put her lips over my little pink hole and started sucking with all her might. It felt amazing, as more and more of them went from my ass to her mouth, and she was making these gurgling noises which had me gushing.
A familiar warm feeling began to spread from my stomach up into my throat. A worm which had been resting inside had decided to emerge. At that instant I realised that the last of the ticklers had been born. My boobs were back to their original size and shape, and I couldn’t help but rub them. Mum’s had grown to accomodate my brood, and she really seemed to enjoy them moving about and drinking her milk from the inside. This also caused the occasional torrent to squirt out and my chest was covered in it. I wanted so badly to suck one of her nipples as far into my mouth as I could and drink her delicious, nourishing liquid, but the worm in my throat had already pushed past my lips and into mum’s mouth.
As much as I loved my lovely little worms slithering in and out of my holes, I really wanted this one out as soon as possible. I just had to have a drink from mum’s massive, milky, tickler filled boobs, I just had to. The thought was driving me wild, and when the the worm had finally come out all the way, squirting a bit of its own wonderful nectre onto my tongue as it left, I immediately grabbed one of mum’s tits and sucked her swollen nipple into my mouth.
The rush of milk that followed was overpowering to all my senses, and there was so much of it! I couldn’t swallow it all, and a lot leaked out the sides of my mouth. I ravenously suckled and swallowed, but the more I drank, the thirstier I seemed to get. I was so lost in my feeding frenzy, it wasn’t until she was right next to me that I noticed Jenny was hungrily drinking from mum’s other boob. I moved off mum and knelt next to her without missing a beat. Unfortunately, in my stupor, I’d forgotten about poor Hannah. A tickler was hanging half out of her mouth when I moved away, while another popped out of my ass and immediately scurried into one of her nipples, intensifying her gurgling for a moment.
Hannah pouted, but then I noticed her slowly inching forward somehow. The worms must have been moving her, and soon her face was right between mum’s legs, and she needed no invitation, diving in and sucking on her pussy, covering her face in her juices. Mum cried out as she was hit with another wave of orgasms, but was suddenly stifled by uncle Jeff sticking his cock into her mouth. He’d been watching us and masturbating the whole time, but now he couldn’t take it any more, he just had to join the fun. And who could blame him? His cock was leaking even more than before, and as soon as the taste hit mum’s tongue, her eyes lit up and she lovingly began to suck his cock while stroking his balls. She licked up the shaft and looked up at him, and then slowly started to try to swallow it. It didn’t look like she’d even be able to fit the whole head in her mouth, but Jeff started pushing. Her mouth expanded around his cock, and when the whole head slipped past her lips, it stretched improbably to accommodate it. I wondered if she was like a snake and had dislocated her jaw or something, but I figured the worm’s fluid was probably a more likely culprit. Jeff met considerable resistance at her throat, but soon pushed past that and sank deeper and deeper.
“Mmm yeah that’s it Claire, take it all the way down.” he moaned.
By then I’d finally had enough milk, but kept a big mouthful which I shared with my uncle, much to his delight. We kissed as we shared the precious fluid, but I made sure he got most of it, he was going to need his strength! Jenny joined us after a minute or two, and we shared a three way kiss before uncle Jeff gently nudged us away, obviously wanting to watch the two of us. We wasted no time and we had our tongues deep in each other’s mouths within a fraction of a second.
Mum continued swallowing his cock beneath us as it was fed to her by Jeff, and when she hit bottom, he slowly slid out before pounding back in. He furiously fucked her throat while he watched Jenny and I making out. We rubbed our clits on mum’s nipples, and she grabbed our butts and pressed them firmly to her chest. Our pussies soon started to fill up with milk as the squeezing forced it up inside us, while in turn our juices liberally flowed all over mum. After a particularly intense gush, a tickler peeked out of each of her nipples, stretching them as well as our pussies as they made their way deep inside, tickling our cervixes open and nestling themselves comfortably in our wombs.
Jeff had started to let his cock linger inside mum’s throat at its deepest point. A couple of worms inside her stomach were doing something to him that seemed to drive him nuts, he’d shudder every time. I loved watching the bulge in her throat pulsating as he rammed into her face, and the gurgling sounds she made were heavenly. She went stiff suddenly, obviously experiencing yet another incredible climax, in fact, I could hear her pussy gushing.
“Mum, you squirted all over my face!” exclaimed Hannah with four fingers still buried in mum’s pussy.
Jenny gave me a look of uncertainty, not quite being used to this whole thing just yet, she didn’t really know what any of it meant, or what to do next.
“Cmon Jenny, let’s go clean that up.” I said, giving her cheek a lick so she got the idea. We dismounted mum’s boobs, leaking milk everywhere, and joined Hannah between mum’s legs and started to lick mum’s delicious cum off her face, and there was a lot of it. Jenny and I were both quite thorough, and I made Hannah squeal when I got to her ears. Hannah licked back when she could, just for fun, and eventually we settled into an intense three way kiss, dipping our fingers into mum’s pussy and slurping all her nectar off our fingers.
We were broken from our reverie by Jeff shouting “FUUUUCK!” as he started to cum directly into mum’s stomach. We could hear him squirting inside her, filling her up. He unloaded an incredible amount, causing her to bloat noticeably. Hannah, Jenny and I watched with great interest, Jenny seemed particularly overcome by what she was seeing.
With one last grunt, Jeff pulled his cock from mum’s mouth, though he still had a couple more ejaculations left in him. As soon as it was clear, mum took a sharp, urgent breath, as though she had been holding it the entire time, while Jeff’s cock spurted all over her face until he was finally done, and he collapsed on his back. The two of them were panting heavily, and Jenny suddenly slid herself up mum’s body and started licking Jeff’s cum off her face, shaking with each mouthful she swallowed, looking like she was in heaven. The way she slurped that stuff up turned me on like you wouldn’t believe, but I have to admit, it also kinda made me mad that she wasn’t sharing.
That feeling didn’t last once I realised that Jeff’s cock also probably needed a little a bit of a clean. Jenny and mum had started making out, as one could expect, and so with them distracted, and Hannah uncharacteristically immobile, Jeff’s cock was all mine. While he was still recovering, I practically pounced on him and wrapped my lips as far around his cock as I could manage and sucked up a good mouthful of his cum. It was insane! It tasted really good, though not quite as good as the worms’ fluids. It did however, seem to excite the worms in my stomach, and gave me a very sudden and very sharp jolt of arousal while I continued licking and sucking his cock. It was so big I couldn’t believe it; licking from balls to tip was quite a journey.
“Thanks uncle Jeff, that was yummy!” I said when I felt I was done.
“Any time love.” He replied, becoming distracted part way through his sentence, staring at something behind me. When I turned around, I saw that mum was now on all fours, with Jenny’s head between her butt cheeks. Hannah hadn’t moved of course, she and mum were drinking from each other’s boobs. As if possessed, Jeff sat up, staring at the junction between mum and Jenny. I found the sight pretty arousing myself, I couldn’t figure out what Jenny was actually doing back there. But as if on cue, she separated her face from mum’s ass, and crawled towards me, shoved me onto my back, and practically tried to swallow my clit.
I’d never had my pussy eaten before, despite all the other things that had happened to me recently, and I loved it. Jenny’s tongue felt heavenly as it flicked my clit, and looking down at her between my thighs drove me wild. I’d wanted this for so long, and I didn’t even realise it. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into my pussy, grinding on her mouth.
“Oh Jenny, that’s so good.” I cooed, “Finger my ass.”
Her fingers slipped easily into my slippery hole, and added wonderfully to the feelings she was giving me. I glanced up just in time to see Jeff get behind mum and position his cock at her pussy. They both moaned loudly as he started to push it in, her pussy stretched and stretched to accommodate it, and as hard as he pushed forward with his cock, she pushed back with her hips. When the head popped in, she craned her neck and gasped, just for a second, before returning to Hannah’s nipple and sucking hungrily.
I wanted Jenny to see this, but more than that I wanted her to keep eating me out. I was getting close, and definitely did not want her to stop. I felt a tickler enter my pussy and then pause, using all its little legs and feelers to stimulate me, and I cried out as I started cumming yet again. Mixed in with my own screams were mum’s.
“Deeper! Deeper!” she shouted as Jeff’s cock was about half way inside her pussy, and still going. I was too lost in bliss to notice, but the worms had started moving Hannah towards me, until she was right next to Jenny. The sudden feeling of both their tongues on my nethers, one on my pussy, the other in my ass, had me cumming even harder.
“Fuck me Jeff!” mum screamed when Jeff reached her cervix. But little did she realise he wasn’t quite done yet. She was groaning and pushing back on him even harder, as her cervix slowly opened around his cock. When it slipped past, she let out a surprised gasp as he entered her womb, went even deeper, and his balls slapped against her clit. Then he started to fuck her. Mum screamed like a maniac as he pounded her. Her butt jiggled at the apex of each thrust, and Jeff was thrusting hard. The wet, slapping sounds of their coupling, as well as Jenny and Hannah’s tongues kept the waves of my orgasm from diminishing even a little. I came the entire time I watched them fuck. Mum and I would lock eyes occasionally, and we both seemed to feed off each other’s pleasure. I’m pretty sure she was cumming the whole time too.
I could see Jeff’s cock making a bulge in mum’s tummy, it was so huge and so deep, stretching her womb and everything else inside her, and bringing her to heights of pleasure very few people have ever experienced. Some ticklers began to pop out of mum’s ass, a couple hanging around her pussy, tickling her clit and Jeff’s shaft, and others crawling up to squeeze their way into her boobs. The rest simply made their way straight to her mouth and back into her stomach.
Jeff was getting close, and we could all sense it. Jenny, Hannah and I made sure we had a clear view of what was about to happen. Jeff was playing with mum’s enormous tits as he fucked her, before pulling her up towards him til they were both fucking vertically. His thrusts shallowed as his hips slapped against her butt cheeks, and he grunted deeply, on the verge of climax. And what a climax it was! When he came, he obviously came hard. Even more intense than the last time, his cum practically poured from his cock, filling mum’s womb. When her stomach started to expand, mum and Jeff were both twitching and shaking.
“Oh my god…” Jenny gasped, hand at her mouth as she watched mum’s womb expand. She seemed to love every fleeting moment as mum’s stomach grew before her eyes. I loved it too, though admittedly seeing it didn’t quite compare to actually causing the expansion myself. Hannah rubbed her own tummy as she watched, imagining mum’s growing that big, and remembering how she’d gotten to that point in the first place. She was grinning the whole time she watched.
It took Jeff minutes to fill mum with his entire load, and she looked to be quite pregnant when he was done. Not as big as I had made Hannah, but I figured that whatever was inside mum was something new. Jeff gently lay her on her side as his cock slipped out of her with an audible pop, her pussy closing tight, preventing even a drop of his cum from escaping. We all converged on her then, holding her and kissing her, and we enjoyed this tender moment for a while, but then Hannah’s immense stomach came to life. She started to moan with an intensity I had never heard before, and we could see bulges in her tummy rise and fall.
Whatever was gestating inside her had made it clear that it was ready.

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