New Harry Potter Adventures: Chapter 6 – Capture!
Harry and Hermione are captured by the Death Eaters.
Harry and Hermione are captured by the Death Eaters.
The fledgling warlock and the skilled assasin explore their newfound love.
The second chapter of my fan-fiction series for skulduggery pleasant
I do not own anything from the books they are property of Derek Landy
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Skulduggery pleasant chapter 2 – Fletchers Present
Fletcher lived in a small apartment in Dublin’s dankest street; it was of course populated entirely by sorcerers. It was small and cluttered with various items; weapons, books on magic, mirrors, hair gels and entire wall full of games and films.
When he awoke he rolled of his bed and glanced at his mirror, he winced when he saw that his hair was flat and unkempt, it took him a minute to look away from the mirror and when he did he glanced at the digital clock on the wall (Fletcher had trouble reading analogue clocks) and with a jolt he realised it was his birthday he grinned and picked up his phone.
There weren’t any messages he pouted then realised they were probably planning a surprise for him yeah that has to be it he smiled to himself in excitement and walked over to the bathroom where a full length mirror leant against the wall he struck a pose and smiled. Damn I’m gorgeous he thought turning away and stepping into the shower and sighing as the hot water caressed his body.
After spending an hour grooming himself he turned off the shower and looked at the mirror again, ahh that’s better he thought his hair styled to perfection his skin clear of any dirt and water still running in rivulets down his body, he dried himself and thought about what could happen today.
Hopefully Valkyrie gives me a little present he thought his mind wandering back to the week before when he had finally had sex with her. He hardened at just the thought and he glanced down at it smiling slightly it had been a tight fit for Valkyrie and that thought had made him proud and more arrogant than before.
He got dressed pulling on a pair of jeans and a linen shirt pulling on a leather jacket over it. Once again he marvelled at himself in the mirror and was only roused from his self-admiration when his phone beeped.
He looked at it excitedly and grinned when he saw it was from Valkyrie,
Hey wake up, skulduggery wants us to meet him at Ghastly’s. Vx
His smile dropped, not one mention of his birthday but it sprang up again, maybe that’s where the party is he took one look around the room picking up his keys, wallet and phone before hesitating and picking up a stun gun and sliding into his back pocket. Then glancing at himself in the mirror he vanished with a faint pop.
Valkyrie waited with her arms crossed, and didn’t even blink when Fletcher appeared in front of her his eyes tightly closed, since last month he had appeared when she was changing and saw her fully naked for the first time, she had jumped and kicked him between the legs but he still thought it was worth it.
“Open your eyes moron” she sighed and he opened them disheartened to see there was no present in her hands. Maybe it’s at Ghastly’s he thought holding out his hand and when Valkyrie clasped it they both vanished.
They arrived in Ghastly’s shop and only ghastly turned his head to them, he smiled and said hello at which point skulduggery and Erskine Ravel turned and greeted them quickly returning to their hushed conversation.
They walked up to ghastly Fletcher looking around for any presents,
“What’s going on?” Valkyrie asked
“Madame Sutra has demanded a meeting with us”
“Who?” Valkyrie asked
“Err I’ll let Skulduggery explain” ghastly said awkwardly “happy birthday by the way” he said to Fletcher pulling a package from under the table.
Fletcher grinned and tore the brown packaging revealing a dark black coat and waistcoat.
“Wow thanks ghastly” he exclaimed shrugging his own coat of and throwing on the waistcoat, it fitted snugly and was extremely comfortable. He looked into the mirror at the side of the room and smiled totally unaware that Valkyrie had gone quiet and was looking extremely embarrassed for she had completely forgotten it was his birthday.
The coat was long and it ended below his knees, it was extremely comfortable. He laughed and thanked ghastly again when Skulduggery and Ravel walked over.
“Valkyrie, Fletcher” said ravel nodding to them.
Skulduggery tilted his head and looked Fletcher up and down
“Have you done something different with your hair?”
“Ghastly made me a…” Fletcher began
“Who’s Madame Sutra?” Valkyrie cut in.
Fletcher felt a stab of annoyance but let it go.
“Madame Sutra is a Seductress” Skulduggery said simply
“A Seductress?” Fletcher asked
“A Seductress is a woman whose chosen discipline is pleasure magic” Ravel explained, “They err use the climax of people to strengthen themselves”
“So why don’t you like them?” Valkyrie asked looking at the dislike on ravels face,
“Because they are deceitful and untrustworthy” said ravel.
“And since they have no power of their own they live of other peoples” Skulduggery said
“They are by definition a parasite” said ravel
“When are we meeting her?” asked Fletcher
“Today we are going to drive there now” skulduggery said
“Can’t I take you?” Fletcher asked
“No”
“Why?”
“Because I like to Bentley more than you” said skulduggery and turned and walked away
Fletcher stared after him and before anyone could stop him he vanished,
He reappeared in front of the Bentley and skulduggery tilted his head,
“Yes?” he asked closing the door.
“I’ve had enough” Fletcher said crossing his arm.
“Enough of what?” Skulduggery asked leaning against the car.
“The way you treat me” Fletcher said walking forward “you treat me like I’m nothing”
Skulduggery just stood there and didn’t say anything.
“So that’s it I’ve had enough” Fletcher said anger evident in his words “either treat me like a person or we part ways”
“So that’s it you’d leave Valkyrie and everyone else behind?” asked skulduggery facing Fletcher,
“No their my friends I won’t leave them but you skulduggery you treat me like dirt and expect me to put up with it” Fletcher said angrily.
“Fine then go” Skulduggery said opening the door and climbing inside, Fletcher wanted to do something smash the window maybe or teleport him a hundred miles away.
He turned and came face to face with Valkyrie she kissed him and he felt the anger fade away, he hugged her and said
“I’ll come by to your house later for my present” with a smile that had no humour behind it, he shook Ghastly’s hand and thanked him again for the clothes; he nodded to ravel and the disappeared.
He didn’t even think of where to reappear to and without realising he was appeared in China’s library making a sorcerer jump, he caught the book before it hit the ground and apologized to the man before walking around the corner and almost walking straight into China.
“Fletcher how nice to see you” she said “where are the others?”
“Going to the sanctuary” he said glumly.
Chinas eyes wandered curiously over his face then she smiled, “skulduggery went too far didn’t he”
Fletcher frowned “how did you know?”
“Tsk my dear boy I’m surprised you didn’t say anything sooner” she laughed and Fletcher felt his heart soar, he still had trouble being near China.
“So why are you here then?” she asked
“I didn’t really think when I was teleporting” he explained
“Let’s take this discussion to my apartment” she said catching the look of the sorcerers face,
They walked through the maze of bookshelves and in no time they were outside her door.
She opened it and offered him a seat in front of an elegant desk he took of his coat and draped it over the back of the chair whilst China placed some books on her desk.
“Why does he treat me like dirt!?”Fletcher exclaimed no longer able to keep silent “does he hate me have I done something to upset him is it because I’m dating Valkyrie?”
China smiled and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder
“My child the answer I’m afraid is threefold first thing is that you remind him of himself when he was younger”
“What?” Fletcher said.
“Without meaning to be rude you are incredibly vain and arrogant” China smiled “and so was he”
She waited for him to say something and when he didn’t she continued.
“Second is that he blames you in part for his time with the faceless ones”
“WHAT!” Fletcher shouted “how can he blame me?”
“It was you that opened the portal” she said “and let me continue” she cut in quickly seeing his anger,
“And third is that he has a crush on Valkyrie”
This last piece of information floored Fletcher and left him sitting there with his mouth wide open.
“Yes its true” China said “he loves he like a father naturally but there is always something there and your relationship with her is making him jealous”
Fletcher just sat there finally closing his mouth and China smiled.
“Don’t worry within a day or two he will ask for you to come back but don’t expect an apology” she said “oh and happy birthday”
Fletcher smiled and stood up.
“Oh by the way did Skulduggery say why he was going to the sanctuary?” she asked
“Some women called Madame Sutra asked to see him” Fletcher said.
China smiled a blush creeping on her face and said
“I’ll see you later Fletcher”,
And Fletcher vanished
He reappeared in his apartment and looked into the mirror, so much had happened and thoughts were still whizzing around his head but the most prominent one was, damn I forgot my coat he reappeared back into China’s apartment and held back a gasp China was sitting on her chair her head back, eyes closed and one hand in her underwear undeniable masturbating.
He felt himself go rock hard and he was frozen to the spot, he knew he should move but it was as if his body was rooted to the ground, with an extreme amount of will power he was about to teleport when.
“Hello Fletcher” China had opened her eyes and was looking at him her hand still in her lacy panties,
“I’m so sorry I forgot my coat and then I” he began but China interrupted him.
“It’s ok” she said and stood up walking over to him she put her hand on his face and he could smell her arousal on her fingers,
“Fingers can only do so much” she said and once again Fletchers mouth dropped open.
She laughed, “Close your mouth Fletcher I can think of better uses for it”
Fletcher couldn’t believe what was happening, he was shaken back to reality however when Chinas delicate hand slid into his jeans and grasped his cock. He groaned in pleasure,
“Impressive” China said sliding her hand back and forth. She unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to his ankles she freed his erection from the confines of his boxers and knelt down.
She grasped it in her hand and licked it from the base to his tip which was leaking pre-cum,
Where did this come from? He thought as China swirled her tongue around his head and licking the shaft in precise movements.
She continued this for a few minutes whilst Fletcher leant back against the wall with his eyes closed, this is wrong, what would Valkyrie say but the thought was flung clear from his mind as China suddenly engulfed him in her mouth his entire seven inch long thick cock in one movement,
He looked at her in absolute pleasure and amazement and their eyes met, she winked and started to hum and Fletcher went over the edge he moaned and thick spurts of his cum splattered down China’s throat.
She didn’t even bat an eyelid but kept eye contact and swallowed it hungrily, Fletcher was too caught up in his climax to notice the faint pink aura around her as her magic reserves grew, Fletcher collapsed he felt like he had run a marathon and all he wanted to do was sleep, but he looked up at China was wiping some of the cum she missed of her cheek and swallowing it.
“Wow” was all he could say,
She looked at him raising an eyebrow,
“well aren’t you going to return the favour?” she asked and Fletcher hurried to his feet almost tripping on his jeans he straightened up and China guided him to her room, the walls were a light blue mixed with streaks of gold and crimson, the bed was massive against the back wall and an oak desk and some bookshelves were against the wall on the right.
But Fletcher’s attention wasn’t on his surroundings, it was on China who was slowly stripping down in front of him, she slowly removed the silk shirt she was wearing, one button at a time never losing eye contact with him, she was wearing a black lace bra that cupped her breasts snugly, when she unclipped it they didn’t even sag an inch, her nipples were light pink and her breasts were perfect handfuls.
Her denims came next she sashayed her hips from side to side pulling them down incrementally until they past her lacy underwear, Fletcher unconsciously licked his lips and she sat down on the bed, he knelt in front of her.
“Take them off” China instructed breathlessly, Fletcher reached his hands up to pull them down.
“No” China said her voice heady with anticipation “take them off with your teeth”.
Trying not to seem to eager Fletcher leant up and panting his pleasure and nerves he gripped her panties in his teeth and pulled them slowly of her legs, he looked up to see one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen, China had a thin triangle of hair above her dripping snatch, and her lips were parted slightly hinting at the pleasure it held inside.
Fletcher nervously brought his head up breathing in her scent with blew away the nerves, he slowly licked her clit, bringing his tongue down to push slightly in her folds before bringing it back up trying to get as much friction as possible by flattening his tongue, China moaned and leant her head back,
He began to repeat himself making patterns with his tongue.
He could sense China getting close, her breathing was becoming ragged and she was arching her back trying to get as much as her womanhood onto Fletchers tongue, he gave her one final lick before latching on to her clit and sucking, China screamed in pleasure and her juices spurted from her clutching womanhood splashing Fletchers face with her nectar. It was a long time before she spoke and when she did her voice was shaky.
“Wow” she said, and Fletcher knelt back his tongue hurting slightly, at some point during his cock had sprang to attention and was now painfully hard, China looked at it. She pulled Fletcher to his feet and pushed him onto the bed; she crawled on top of him and positioned herself over his awaiting member.
She dropped without warning onto him spearing herself with his throbbing manhood, gravity only took her halfway down his thick shaft and she had to lever herself for him to be fully sheathed, he moaned in pleasure her silky folds encompassing his dick like a warm, wet blanket.
China lifted herself up and dropped back down again and they both moaned, China repeated the action and Fletcher couldn’t help it abruptly he spun her around so she was on her back and her was on top and he started to piston in and out of her, she gasped at the sudden inversion and groaned in pleasure as she came again, he felt her wet folds squeeze his cock as he thrust in her, she groaned again and leant forward to unclip her bra, Fletcher bent down and started to suck on her pink nipples, China mewled his name and pushed his head into her chest, he started to lose his rhythm and China started to gasp as her walls clenched and unclenched.
They came in a sudden and euphoric symphony, Fletchers vision flickered as he shouted his release bathing her insides with his hot release, she bucked and screamed his name thankful she had symbols carved into the walls so no one could her them, they lay next to each other gasping as they slowly came down from their high.
When they were ready to stand they both got dressed without speaking to each other,
“Is there a reason we aren’t talking?” China asked wiping a cum from herself and licking her fingers,
“I just cheated on Valkyrie” Fletcher felt awful now it was over what would she say,
“Ahh now your morals kick in” China mocked lightly “don’t tell her”
“But I have to” Fletcher began.
“No you don’t” she said “plus she…” China stopped suddenly and glanced at Fletcher.
“What?!” Fletcher asked in disbelief his feeling a pain in his chest
“I’ll say no more” China said “ but if you do break up don’t hesitate in coming back” she walked past him squeezed his cock and left the room, Fletcher stood there for a minute and then turned picked up his coat and teleported.
He spent the rest of the day thinking, and by the time it was getting dark he came to a conclusion,
He wouldn’t tell Valkyrie about China and call themselves even. He stood up stretching he took a shower and as he got out the shower he heard his phone.
“Hello?” he asked
“Hey fletch you coming over” it was Valkyrie.
“Yeah let me just get dressed I just got out the shower” he replied he thought he heard a slight intake of breath,
“See you in a minute my room yeah” she said and hung up.
Fletcher changed quickly and after checking he had everything vanished.
He reappeared in Valkyrie room, and looked around he spotted Valkyrie on her bed, she turned when he arrived.
“hey about today” he began but she cut him off by kissing him and pushing herself against him, he realised she was wearing her school uniform and he grinned, his grin grew even wider when she got on her knees and fumbled with his belt, succeeding she yanked down his jeans and took him in her mouth,
“whoa” he said “what’s gotten into you” she began to suck hard bobbing her head faster and faster gagging once in a while when he went too far down her throat, fuck happy birthday Fletcher he felt himself getting close from this furious onslaught when a shape hopped through the window, Fletcher looked sideway his cock in Valkyrie’s mouth. Valkyrie merely glanced sideways and continued.
“Ok what the fuck is going on?!” shouted Valkyrie shadows curling in anger behind her…
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Well that took me a while, had a lot of work to do and I couldn’t seem to focus on a decent plot, I am trying to write as much from Fletchers point of view than Valkyrie as I find it easier
Comments are aprectiated even if some aren’t welcomed, feel free to ask for a pairing,
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I meet up with the man again and go to his flat
Hey guys this is my first story, I know its really short, but it’s a test project. If the feedback is good ill continue it. Any and all feedback is welcome as long as it is civil and truthful. Thanks you and enjoy!
A quick and kinky bestiality fantasy?
Maddie’s the new girl in school and this is a story about her and her new high school 😉
This is a purely fictional story, things are exagerated for the purpose of the story.
Read if you like deepthroat.
This is one of the stories I might continue. Second story ever. Tell me how I’m doing and also I’m going to re-edit “a sister’s love for their brother” and make it better. Thanks people!!!
A quick and kinky bestiality fantasy!
A tale of a young boy who has an encounter with his mother…
(This is a side story part of the Flight of Sin series. The first part, Flight of Sin then Sins of the Father parts through E so far. Other side pieces are Naughty Pretty Things and Now a Family Affair.)
You beat me home this evening. I had to meet with someone and discuss a new contract.
This time my personal presence was required. Young Mei doing all the preliminary work but the client insisting on a meeting.
You have been to the Mall with Sherry and had a fine time. Wearing the new little white outfit you bought. The small very tight skirt showing off your body so nicely. The top perfect, the built in support having just enough support to show how perfect your breasts are. Every teenage boy and frankly every male goggling and staring at you. Of course you always look straight ahead but smile a tiny bit. It just supports the things Daddy says about you. He knowing your body completely. It makes you a little moist knowing he will take that outfit off of you this evening. Wrap your body around his till you are both spent and laying still connected, touching each other, soft tender kisses as the glow slowly fades from your lovemaking.
I come into the house, look for you immediately. Linda is gone to New York so we have made love every night for the last three days. It is heaven. My beautiful young Keri on me, me on her, waking up to enter you, fill you with my cum. Adoring you in our sleepy morning state.
I find you in your room. Sitting at your computer looking like an angel from heaven. The little white outfit with long white stockings a new outfit to me.
You look up from your screen as I enter your room. ‘Hi daddy’.
You then repeat it as ‘Hi Dale’. It just does not seem right to call me Daddy now that we are intense lovers. Still it is very sweet and reminds me of how young and innocent you really are.
Offering you my hands as you rise from your chair I look you over. Make you turn around to give me the full effect.
The only word that describes you is ‘perfect’. Your face divine, your breasts so nice and firm, your body so slender yet so curved. Your legs long and so beautiful.
A long kiss. My hands on your back, one moving down to pull you against me, rubbing your bottom. God! You feel so good! Mmmmm. my other hand moving up under the top. Always loving how your naked back feels to my fingers.
Yet another kiss. My mouth, my lips demanding your passion. So pleased when you kiss me back hard, our tongues playing. Feeling your hardening nipples against my chest. Another kiss and I am moaning your name into your mouth.
Inching the short skirt upward, cupping you, feeling your moistness.
Our mouths parting, your hands moving down to undo my pants, my hand lifting your hem more and more.
Kissing your hair, smelling your perfume, my hard cock out now, my pants and underwear down to be stepped out of. Your hand touching me. Making me moan.
I take my shirt off, reach behind you and unzip your top slowly. Another long kiss, easing your top off your shoulders, your perky breasts looking so good. The top bunched around your waist now.
Pushing you down on the bed. Loving the look in your eyes as I carefully ease your panties off, keeping those white stockings up on your legs.
Loving how you know I am going to taste you, your eyes hot and sultry as we ease you up on the bed more. More so I can lay down between your legs as I suck and nibble each perfect nipple, kiss my way down to suck the skin at the top of your mound.
Your feet moving to my shoulders. Your body spread wide for my mouth. Kissing your inner thigh, smelling you, teasing your slit and clit with my nose. So good, so beautiful.
Kissing the hood of skin over your clit, sucking on it then pulling it into my mouth. So wet now, so sweet. The light of the room letting me fill my eyes with you, know you completely.
Your hands on my head, my face, pressing yourself against my mouth. God what lust I feel, love I feel at these moments.
Turning you over to straddle my face. Easing one finger inside you. Loving how this stretches your pussy lips tight and lets me lick hard up and down your sweet slit.
Loving your moans, your squeezing my finger. God my cock needs in you so bad.
You reaching back to grasp me. Pump me slowly. Cannot stand much more of this.
Feeling you arch your back, pull my hair I ease you down. You take me inside smoothly. Still so tight but your pussy mine now, knowing how to take your man.
Slipping into you deep. Kissing your breasts, your lips, gasping from how good you feel. How sexy you look with that divine little skirt and top around your tummy.
Moaning as you move up and down on my hard cock. Your pussy kisses it, loves it as no other’s can.
Loving how your body looks. Your nice thighs, holding your bottom in my hands, holding you open to let more of me in you. So good, so incredible. Making love to you close to a religious experience for me.
Kissing each breasts, your lips then nibbles and pulls on your nipples with my lips. Needing so badly to consume you, get all of you every time I am in you.
Slowly easing you off of me. Turning you slowly as I stand on the floor and ease you back to my cock so I can enter you from behind. Your pussy swallowing me deep. Loving how your pussy loves me with each slow deep stroke. Your bottom so pretty, holding your hips as I fuck you, loving the little sounds you make, the soft sounds of our bodies making love.
I must touch us! ‘I love you so Keri’, as I move my hand around and down your taunt tummy to touch my cock as I move in and out of you slowly. Touching your sopping wet clit too. Feeling you jerk a tiny bit from my touch.
My left hand holding you open, my right teasing your clit I fuck you harder and harder. Feeling my cum start to rise, my seed to fill you once again. Fucking you but adoring you, worshiping you as always.
‘Yes Daddy, oh yes’. ‘It feels so good Daddy’. ‘Make me cum Daddy’. ‘Please don’t stop Daddy’!
Hunching you faster, harder. loving how your body moves with my thrusts. Your head down then up, your beautiful hair hanging down. For some reason getting really turned on by your skirt and top bunched together around your waist.
I feel you tense. I know you now. Your sweet pussy squeezes and uses me. You are at the edge of an orgasm. I want more, I want to fuck you till you whimper and perhaps scream it feels so good.
My cock ramming deep inside you. My lust raging for you body. Pumping me in and out of you, my testicles slapping you with each plunge.
Your pretty head comes up, ‘Yes Daddy yes’! ‘Oh yes, yes, yes’. You cum. So hard, so good. I feel your juices almost explode out and around my driving shaft. Holding your hips tight, fucking you as hard as I can I loose my cum. My cum spurting and spurting. Making me push into you, hold you hard as I fill you with me. Watching me flow out of you. Me and your own flood of warm sweet cum.
We have mated, we have bred. My legs are weak. Easing me down, pulling you with me to stay inside you. Inside my paradise.
Holding you, gently rocking your body as you squeeze every drop out of my cock and into the mix of our love.
‘I adore you so Keri’. ‘I will never let you go, never my love, my sweet baby girl’.
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He was an older guy, and his confidence & humor turned me on like no other. The way he was so casual, so cool, so calm.. drove me wild. The fact that he didn’t pay me much attention, drove me insane. I wanted.. needed.. craved his attention. Every time I saw him, I just licked my lips and wanted so badly to taste him.. and when I looked at the bulge in his pants.. my mind went nuts. I so badly wanted him to just bend me over and take complete advantage of my wet pulsing pussy, that so badly ached for him
Well it was nice and warm today for my 13th birthday we celebrated by going having a picnic on the beach. It was just mum, dad and my sister with our dog Jack. We played for ages building sandcastles and swimming. I’ve never really gotten along with mum, we tend to fight alot about everything but we didn’t even have any cross words with each other, it was a relief. We went home at about 4pm because mum had to work tonight waitressing and my sister Sally wanted to go over to her friends house to sleep the night.
I played out back for a while with Jack in my cubby house. It was just getting on dusk before I came in, mum was just leaving Sally left earlier.
Dad told me that he was going to order pizza for tea and that I should have a shower first. I mucked around as you do for a while in my room before heading for the shower. It was nice getting the salt from the sea off my body and wasing my hair. I came out and watched some tv with dad until the pizza arrived.
After we ate we put a video on, the dead poets society and watched this for a while. I had never seen this film before but it was really sad. I started crying when the character killed himself, it was so sad.
Dad opened his arms which I went to to get some confort, sitting on his lap and hugging him. He kept stroking my hair and rubbing my back all the while I was sniffling. I was worn out from the day and the crying I had done, I was starting to get dozzy on dad.
He kissed me on the lips and whispered to me not to be sad as it was only a movie. He kept kissing me on my checks but comming back to my lips all the time. I just snuggled closer to him until the last kiss on the lips where I felt his tongue enter my mouth, it felt funny. I had never been kissed this way before. His large hands were still rubbing my back and hair keeping me close to him while he explored my mouth. I blinked my eyes open when he stoped and looked at him, he just smiled at me and pulled me closer. I felt very contented all cozied up with dad on the couch. I don’t know what was wrong with me ’cause I didn’t seem to have any energy, I was very lathargic.
We stayed that way for a little while until dad told me that it was bed time, I didn’t protest as I was sleepy. He picked me up and took me to my parents bed instead of mine, I didn’t protest.
Dad put me in the middle of the bed under the sheet and went to the bathroom. He came back and slipped under the sheet with me in the bed and snuggled up to me, pulling the top half of me onto his chest. He started to rub my back again, it felt really nice. Then he started to kiss my neck and checks until he found my mouth and started to kiss me again. I really liked it, I hadn’t been kissed like this before.
His hands continued to massage my side as well as my back. Then I felt his hands on the skin of my back, he must have lifted my nighty up, I didn’t even notice him doing that as he was still kissing me. This went on for a while with him massaging more of me, moving his hands down to my bottom and squeezing and then moving up and over to my sides and back down, I didn’t seem to care as I was still in a bit of a daze. He was pushing me tightly to him it felt very good.
Then he stopped kissing and massaging me and sat me up, telling me what a good girl I was and that he was giving me a special birthday present, I just smiled at him as I couldn’t seem to think that much I was in such a daze. He lifted my hands up above my head and pulled off my nighty and then laid me back on the bed and pulled my undies off. Then he laid back down with me, both of us in the nude.
Dad continued to massage me all over my tummy, running his hands from my back and bottom to the front and up to my boobs while continuing to kiss me. I was still liking what he was doing he made me feel so good, touching me. Then he moved his head down and started to lick and suck on my boobs, he was making them get hard like they do when I’m really cold. I had never felt this way before it was nice but a bit scarry, I still couldn’t get enough energy to move away from him or protest, I just lay their letting him do what he wanted.
Dad continued to touch me with his hands and mouth for a while. He then moved one of his hands down to my privates. He started to rub me down there for a while probing me with one of his big fingers. I was squirming a little under him as I seemed to be doing this automatically. He was mumbling to me, telling me what a good girl I was and that he loved me so much. He started to rub me harder putting more pressure against me while he rubbed his whole body against me. I could feel somthing odd on my side near my leg, like he was rubbing something there as well as his finger down below.
He then picked up one of my hands and moved it down to the thing rubbing at my side. He placed it around his thing and started to move it up and down, he started to groan while doing this. His finger was still moving around in me down below and then it stilled. He was pushing it against me, god there was so many sensations, I didn’t know what was going on. Then I felt it, his finger was in me slowly moving around in me. I must have made a noise, I don’t know because there was so many things happening to me but I didn’t seem to be in contol, dad’s whispering changed to how much he knew I liked what he was doing and that he knew I was dirty girl and would love what he was doing.
Dad started to get a bit faster at probing into me pushing his whole finger in and out of me then he pulled his finger out completly. I felt him again at my entrance, slowly putting pressure to get inside again but it was more pressure than last time, then he slipped into me again but it was thicker than before. I don’t know what he did but it still felt like his fingers down there. He moved around in me, stretching me with his fingers while he picked up speed, it hurt a bit but I was getting used to it. He continued to move in me for a while, I was still in a daze not really caring.
At last he withdrew his fingers and sat up and started to suck on his fingers. He told me what a good girl I was and that he was going to give me his present now. He kissed me again on the lips, rougher this time shoving his tongue in me and then pulling away. I knew what he was doing was wrong but I couldn’t really stop it, I was still dazed, I didn’t seem to have the energy to protest I just let him do what he wanted, I had conflicting emotions as a part of me felt good and another part of me knew what we were doing is not right.
Dad piled some pillows up and then manovoured me on the top of them so that I was facing down with my bottom in the air, he placed my legs agart so that I was on my knees with my head and arms down across the bed, I didn’t even have the energy to hold myself up, only the pillows did this.
I felt him behind me, his chest across my back, his thing was being rubbed across my privates. All the while he was telling me I was going to love this, his present and that I shouldn’t be scared as he was only showing me how much he loved me. Then I felt his thing pushing against me where his fingers were before. He had his hands on my waist holding me while he continued to push against me. Then I felt it, he was in me, I could feel him slowly pushing further in me even though he was inside me. God it hurt. Something let go in me and he was all the way in me, I didn’t know he could go that far in. He was still for a moment before he started to move back and forth in me, pushing me forward and backwards by my waist where he had his grip. I could feel the pain this was causing but it seemed dulled, like it really wasn’t me that was feeling it. He continued to move me on his thing, back and forth all the while telling me he knew I would love it and that he could tell I was enjoying myself. He kept up his thrusting in and out of me for what felt like forever until I could feel him get even bigger and then still all the way in me, I felt something in me that was warm and wet it seemed to come from his thing. He collapsed on top of me with his thing still tight in side, held there in me.
After a while I felt him shrink inside of me but it was still tight. I felt him start to lift up off my back and wiggle his thing inside of me a bit as he took his weight off my back. Dad started to kiss my back telling me how he knew I liked him loving me and how much he knew I liked his present. Then he moved his hands up and across to my boobs squeezing and pulling at them telling me how good I was and how proud he was of me. I just felt dirty and a bit scared but I couldn’t do anything I was still in a daze where I could feel and hear everything but I couldn’t do anything. We stayed like that for a while with him still inside of me while he played with my boobs and told me how good I was.
After a while he removed his hands from my boobs and I could feel him leaning back a bit, his thing was still trapped in me, I didn’t think it was ever coming out when I felt something wet on my anus. He was rubbing his wet finger all around it and probing it with his finger while he was still in me. I could feel him start to push his finger in it like he did with my other entrance. He kept pushing until I felt his finger start to enter it, once it was part way in he held it still while he wiggled his thing still in me. Then he wiggled his finger in my butt. I was hurting but I was starting to like the finger in my anus moving it was a different sort of feelling. Dad was still whispering to me about how good I was and telling how much he loved me and that he just knew I loved his finger in my ass. He started moving his finger in and out slowly it was a strange feeling I could feel pressure on his thing as he continued to move his finger in and out of my butt. Dad then started to move his thing in me with more pressure starting to move in and out like he did before, I could feel his thing getting bigger as he moved. Then he moved me with his other large hand on my chest up so that I was sitting upright on his finger and thing. Dad started to push up into me and then withdraw while holding me against his chest all the while kissing and sucking on my neck. I couldn’t do anything except let him do as he wanted, I was like a rag doll while he continued to go deep inside of me with every thrust in and out of me. He was starting to speed up his thrusting inside of me, he was moaning really loudly in my ear as he kept entering me. Finally with one large thrust as far in me as he could he pushed two fingers into my ass, god it hurt, at the same time I could feel him releasing his warm wettness inside of me as he groaned. He stayed as he was deep inside both holes for a while and then slowly withdrew his fingers and then his thing from me. It really hurt alot to withdraw his thing from me, it was so tight. He layed me down on the bed on my back and then left me there for a while, I am guessing that he went and had a shower as I could hear the water. I was splayed over the bed with my legs hanging wide open, I had no control of my body.
When dad came back in to the bedroom he had a towel around him and he just smiled at me before telling me what a dirty little girl I was and if my mother knew she would kick me out for sure. He went to the dresser and picked up his camera and then came over and kissed me on my slack mouth, thrusting his tongue deep inside of me before withdrawing. Standing up he went to the end of the bed and started to take some photos of me splayed out on the bed. He posed me in different positions with my legs wide open and my hands placed in different positions, he told me I looked fantastic dirty as I was with his juice leeking out of me.
After he had taken a number of photos he told me it was time to get cleaned up for bed. He picked me up and took me to the bathroom and put me in a bath he must have ran for me as the tub was already filled. He layed me down in the tub and started to wash me, I stung from his present down below. When he had finished washing me he told me that he loved me and that I was just to perfect to resist. He withdrew his towel and showed me his thing. He picked up my hand and started to rub it up an down it all the while telling me how he loved it up deep inside me and how now he knew I loved it as well, we would be able to enjoy it all the time. Then he moved so that one of his legs was in the tub with me and the other was outside and he brought his thing up close to my face hanging off the side of the tub. He started to rub his thing with both hands all the while watching me as I lay there. He lent down and kissed me once more in my slack mouth before standing up and aiming his thing inside of my mouth, a little at first and then more and more inside of my mouth as he groaned louder and louder. He was shoving it down my open mouth until all of it was down deep inside of my mouth almost gagging me. I couldn’t do anything, he had complete control of me. Then I felt it somthing warm and wet was filling my mouth I automatically swallowed what was in my mouth and more was filling it, some leaked out the side of my mouth there was so much. Once he finished he looked at me and then went and got the camera again and started to take more photos. He told me that he wanted to keep a record of my firsts, like my first step he wanted my first loving experiences recorded as well.
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My fantasy about me when I was a sophomore in high school having fun with a young second grader
All works of fiction. No ages mentioned so make what assumptions you want. Happy belated Halloween.
A quick and kinky bestiality fantasy!
Jenna meets Jake, and it starts
Vivid and horrible dreams haunt my sleep.
I hear the sounds of desperate feet running through the dark forest. Terrified and ragged breathing puffing in and out. Heart thundering, running and running from some horrible monster half-glimpsed from the corner of my eyes. Teeth and claws and blood-stained fur. Running and running, but the thing is catching up.
But then the perspective shifts, and I realize that it’s me that’s the monster. I can feel amazing power and strength in my body, and I crash through the forest after a terrified man, running for his life. I try to tell him that I mean him no harm, but all that comes out is a horrific roar. I reach out to him, to tell him he doesn’t need to run, but my hand just shreds through him. He falls to the floor, screaming and bleeding, and I lean down to console him, but my teeth bite at his throat of their own accord. I feel hot blood running through my teeth, down my throat, and I cry out in-
I cry out in terror and sit up, looking around. I am, in fact, in a forest. But it’s neither dark nor full of monsters. There are only two people here- myself and Lynette.
That same woman now gently strokes my hair, and her touch calms me. Sitting beside me, she gently pulls my head down, and leans it on her shoulder. As she pets my hair and coos to me, I feel my heart rate slowly drop, and the fear ebbs from me.
It’s been almost a month now since I was carried to this clearing by a monster I called, and Lynette has been taking care of me ever since. I look up her, and gaze at her. She has soft black hair that seems to flow down her back forever, and which shines so nicely in the light. He has a thin face with narrow features, but her eyes- a deep hazel- are full of caring for everything she sees around her. The sun lights those eyes up, making them almost glow, and I can’t help but smile.
“Did you dream about him again?” She inquires in her gentle voice.
“For the third night in a row,” I reply, sighing with malcontent despite the gorgeous dawn splaying across the land.
She looks away, across the clearing and past the small waterfall, and seems to be lost in thought. After a moment, she asks “When you called him, you said he took your anger?”
We’ve been over this many times, with her always curious as to how I had done it. I’m sure the repeated questions would have irritated me had they been asked by anyone else, but I know she has only the best of intentions in her heart. “I opened the door and my anger, my frustration and my nightmares were pulled through.”
Again she stares, thinking. “So, if all he was ever given is rage and fear… I guess that would explain why he killed without remorse.”
These were the kind of thoughts she had. Always trying to understand someone’s motive; always giving them the benefit of the doubt. She also called the monster a ‘him’ instead of an ‘it’. But she must surely have a point to make.
After a moment, she makes the point she was moving towards. “So, since we’ve learned that you didn’t actually lose those emotions for good,” she began, reminding me of the times I had lost my temper while trying to help her with seemingly simple tasks, “you could call him again. And give him something else.” I had summoned him once since that first time, to show her.
This was a new thing to think of. “What do you mean? What else would I give to it?”
“Well, maybe you could give it other emotions, other thoughts. You could bring him through and give him understanding, wisdom, and love. See what he looks like, then.”
Her constant optimism was enough to make me giggle. Looking to her eyes, I know she’s serious. Her hazel eyes are full of warmth, and she truly wants to help me make the best of this. “But I don’t have those things,” I tell her as I gently shake my head. “I never mastered the softer emotions.”
She looked puzzled, maybe even worried. “But everyone has love, and from there the other things can grow.”
I gently remove my head from her shoulder and stand, stretching. “To have love, you’d have to experience it. Mother, father, sibling, romantic partner, I’ve had none of these. Who could ever love me?”
She just gave me the most peculiar look, and then we got to work. There’s plenty to do, in the forest.
* * *
There were a lot of berries to harvest near her clearing. And many plants could be gathered and eaten, or used for spices or medicine. And the beast helped me to hunt, though I tried not to call upon it too often. I was still quite scared of its ferocity. Yet, the creature was very content to serve. And thus, the days slid by lazily.
Yet today we need not do any work, for our food stocks are quite full. Lying on the lush grass, I feel content. The blades are as soft as feathers, and the field is comfier than any bed I’ve ever lain upon. I loll my head over and see Lynette washing one of her dresses in the bond. Lazily I rise and walk over to join her. Outside, the forest is starting towards a chill autumn, yet it feels warm in our vale.
I sit down on a rock across the small pond from her, and dip my bare feet into the water. It’s crisp and cold, and the chill feels nice on this warm day. I soak my feet in the cool water for another moment, and then decide that I’m warm enough for a swim.
I pull my old dress- sewn in so many places with hemp or thin vines that it almost looks like a plant- over my head. I give it a soak and a quick washing and lay it down in the sun. I quickly undo my bra, a homemade gift from Lynette, and lay that down beside the soaking dress. I take a moment to stretch my back, arching my chest up towards the midday sun. As I wiggle off of the rock into the pond, I notice that she’s watching me from the other side with that certain smile of hers, usually reserved for golden sunrises and perfect rainbows in the waterfall.
The water is cool, but not too cold and is quite refreshing. The water only just comes over my chest and I half-walk-half-swim to the fall. I let the water wash over my hair as I lean back. I take a moment to wash my hair thoroughly, before coming out of the fall. Interestingly enough, Lynette’s still watching me.
I dive just below the surface, looking out around the clear water. Suddenly there’s a pair of naked legs landing in the water, and my eyes slowly follow them up. I surface as my eyes keep on drifting over her tall, slender body until gradually they settle on her face. She stares at me rather intently like she has something important to say.
She wades forward- somehow making the motion look graceful- until she’s within arm’s reach. “Amariel, I…” she starts, and then stops. After a moment, she starts again. “A while ago, you said that you weren’t loved. Well, you are.”
I don’t know what to say, so for once I don’t say anything. She gently places a hand on my elbow, and just looks at me as if she has something else to add. She seems ready to speak, then doesn’t.
Then, with a swift motion, she leans forward and kisses me on the lips. For a moment my breath catches, and our lips are together, but then it’s over. She leans back and looks in my face, judging my reaction. My heart beats fast in my chest, as I watch her worries cross her face- anxiety that I don’t feel the same way. I wrap my right hand around the small of her back and pull her to me. We kiss again and my senses soar as the soft press of her lips against mine sends tingles through my body. I feel high and disoriented, so I wrap my other arm around her as if for balance.
Our bodies press together, her warmth against mine, and my hands roam her back as I feel her tongue gently probe against my lips. I meet it with my own, and she moans slightly as our tongues touch. I slide my hands along her back, following them to the lines of her shoulders, and back down to the curve of her body.
She presses fiercely against me, and I stagger backwards until we press against the rocks, with the waterfall pouring over us.
The water cascades down her back, rushing across my hands, as our passion grows hotter. One of her hands slides up my ribs, gently caressing the bottom of my breast. I pull back from our kiss and we part loudly. I gently take her hand and guide it to my nipple, staring her in the eyes. Already my nipples are hard- both from the cold water and the intensity of the moment.
Her thumb gently strokes my pink flesh, circling it slowly. Then I pull her back against me and press my lips against hers, thrusting my tongue to meet hers. Our passion burns as we explore one another’s mouth, and she brings both hands up to my chest, gently massaging my breasts. It’s already been five or more months since I’ve been touched by anyone- which is long for me- and I’ve never felt romance before. My body seem to melt in her arms, and she reaches one hand down to cup my ass, holding it while she presses me against the wall.
I slowly lick her lips and feel her tongue gently collide with my own, mixing our breaths and passions together. The hand on my ass slides down to my thigh, lifting my leg up.
I naturally wrap it around her legs, and I feel our sexes pressed against one another. Heat seems to radiate through the water, and her hand on my breast starts slowly venturing lower. She traces my ribs and my stomach, and lightly caresses my waist. Then I feel it slide lower, tracing along that coarse hair towards where I’m aching for her to go.
A single one of her slender fingers gently traces along my outer lips, and I shudder in anticipation. She slides it back along to my clitoris, then back towards my rear.
At last, with one smooth motion, she sinks her finger into me. I break off from our kiss and tilt my head back; moaning loudly as she slowly sinks her digit into me. I feel that digit moving slowly into me, spreading waves of heat through my entire body. Then she slowly retracts, and I clench tightly onto her body with my hands and leg, holding onto her for support.
She slips back into my tender flesh, making me moan and she curls her finger inside of me. She seems to know my body better than I do, and she reaches every sweet spot inside of me. She presses tightly against me, her hard nipples tracing just along my upper chest, and burrows her finger back into me. All I can do is cling to her while she stimulates my body, slowly pumping in and out of me. My breathing gets faster as I feel intense pleasure building up in my center, and I thrust my hips back against her, meeting her finger with my body.
Her free hand releases my leg and holds onto the back of my neck, keeping me to her as she pleasures me with her finger.
I spread my legs widely, giving no resistance. She plunges into me again and again, making me groan and clench her body even more firmly. Her pace is moderate but relentless, and each pass into me makes me feel like I’m swelling with sensation.
That great ball of delirious joy inflates inside of me, and I feel my muscles start to tense up as the pressure builds and builds. At last, I feel that I couldn’t possibly take any more, and she pushes deeply into me again, stroking that inner wall. I fly over the edge of bliss and my muscles clench as the ball of energy bursts. Faster and faster she strokes my inside as my muscles spasm and waves of pleasure surge through my body. I scream out her name as I orgasm around her digit, grinding my pelvis against her hand for all I’m worth, cumming and cumming.
At last the sensations slow down and fade, and she slowly removes her finger from me. Cold water replaces her warm body part, but I don’t think anything could cool me down, now.
I look into her deep, brown eyes, and without a word we wade towards the edge of the pond, holding hands.
She gets out first, and lies down in the grass, her body glistening in the warm sun. I lower myself over her until I’m laying half on the grass and half on her, and kiss her deeply. As our tongues swirl, her hands roam my body, and I start my own explorations.
I trace over her breasts, much smaller than mine; barely enough to fill my hands. Then I caress her stomach and side, still exchanging breath and tongue thrusts with her.
Instinctively, I grind my pelvis against her, rubbing my wet lips against her thigh. Deftly, she pulls me over slightly, bringing me over top of her and between her legs. Again I thrust, slowly rubbing my pelvis against hers. I thrust my tongue deeper into her mouth, and she parries- pressing and coiling hers against mine. Her breathing is getting faster, and I know she wants her own relief.
I break our kiss again, and slide myself lower, kissing along her jaw and down her neck. I gingerly nibble on her collar as I work my way down.
She moans loudly when I pause to suck on a nipple, gently swirling my tongue around it. As I lightly nibble on her left nipple, I caress her right breast with my hand, and she moans again and bucks her hips under me.
I release her breasts reluctantly, and make my way lower, kissing and licking along her stomach. I pause again to trace her little belly button with my tongue, and she wiggles under me. I know she’s impatient despite enjoying this, and I lower even further.
My chin rubs along her short pubic hair- when the hell does she shave this? – and I plant a couple more kisses as I move lower and lower. My lips hover just over her lower set of lips, and my light breath on them seems to drive her wild.
Suddenly, she sits up swiftly and clambers on top of me, her pelvis near the back of my head.
With expert skills I wiggle under her, rolling over to face her.
My face is now lined perfectly up with her pink petals, and I gently reach my hand around her waist, holding onto her lower back. I pull her down slightly while raising my head up, and breathe deeply the scent of her hot sex. My mind is flooded with the smell of her- like flowers and honey and everything in spring.
I waste no time and press my mouth against her lips. I lick the distance from her clitoris to her tunnel and back again, making her groan again. I flick my tongue across the entrance a couple of times, and she presses herself against my face. Without wasting more time, I plunge my tongue into those silken folds. “Oh, gods, Amariel,” she cries out. “You feel so good!”
With this for encouragement, I press my tongue as deeply into her as I can. Her juices flow and the taste of honey floods my mouth as I lick and suckle at her womanhood.
At the same time, I feel the sweet, wet heat of her tongue against my nubile flower. She gently spreads the petals with her fingers and explores me with her tongue, making me feel light-headed and delirious.
The gentle application of her tongue makes me feel hot. Moaning, I continue eating her out. My moaning helps her along, and she starts bucking her hips, grinding her lips against my face as I quickly work my tongue in and out of her sweet hole. I clench her ass cheeks with both hands as I work on lapping up all of her succulent juices. As my tongue passes over her stiff clitoris, she twitches against me, and moans loudly into me as she continues eating me out. The vibrations in combination with the feeling of her slick tongue passing through and against my vulva make me tingle with pleasure.
Her pace is relentless, and the tingling pulsations from my groin get stronger with each pass of her dextrous tongue, and I feel myself losing control. Valiantly, I try my hardest to pleasure her with my tongue, trying to make sure we both finish.
It gets harder and harder to keep a steady pace with my tongue, so I reach my right hand around her thigh, and sink the finger into her hot, slick hole. My finger slides into her without any resistance, and I curl and uncurl my finger rapidly, like I was beckoning someone. Still pumping with my finger, I gingerly place my lips on her outer fold, and suck slightly, pulling a small amount of skin into my mouth.
Her mouth breaks away from my own vagina as she lets out a loud moan. “Oh, oh Amariel. Oh!”
Her voice gets higher still, and I know she’s going to finish soon. I plunge into her even faster with my finger, feeling her hot juices coat my finger. With quick flits I rub my tongue across her clit, and she starts thrusting her face at me even harder, like she was riding me.
She buries her own face between my legs again, and her amazing tongue work continues. The sensations she’s giving me get stronger and stronger, and I throw my head back and yell out. With panted breaths, I keep pushing my finger in and out of her, pushing her towards the edge.
Her tongue passes over my clitoris, and I arch my legs as energy rushes from where her mouth is, blasting along my body, making my muscles spasm and my voice cry out again and again. My finger never stops moving during this, and I feel her suddenly clench tightly, squeezing my finger, as she has her own orgasm. She moans again, her mouth still on me, and licks me all the faster. The waves of bliss just keep rushing through me, and I spasm and writhe under her. Stars dance across my vision and I feel so dizzy as the chemicals burst through me.
Her own climax rages on, and she pushes herself back at me, impaling herself on my digit.
At last our respective orgasms die down, and she collapses weakly on top of me. My muscles all relax and I slide my finger out of her, revelling in the feeling of her tight chasm.
My finger is slick with her juices, and I can see visual evidence on my finger of her having finished. I stick the finger in my mouth, and my eyes slit closed as I suck the cream off of it. The flavour is both sweet and bitter, and floods my mouth. The taste makes me feel horny all over again, but I’m too tired for more right now.
She lifts herself up, her delightful tush hovering mere inches from my face. Then she turns herself around, and lies down again, her chest on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her, and she rests her arm on my chest and we hold each other, resting in the warm sun. After a while, she falls asleep in my arms, and I bask in the afterglow of great sex, thinking. Loved. I’m loved. She says she loves me. It’s a comforting, if slightly puzzling thought.
I listen to her contented breathing, and after a while I sleep, too. This time, I have no dreams.
* * *
There was still work to be done, for we were often collecting herbs, sewing new garments or washing our clothes, and this kept us occupied throughout autumn and winter. But we still found time to have sex as often as possible, trying as many new things as we could think of. It was in the springtime, after a particularly energetic session that I found myself resting between her legs.
Her back in the soft grass, she panted- chest heaving- trying to catch her breath. My tongue and fingers feel slightly cramped, and I’m lying down in the grass, resting my head on the soft skin of her pelvis. Contentedly gazing at her toned legs, I gently twirl my finger in her pubic hair.
“Amariel,” she starts, rather suddenly, “I think you should call on your creature again.”
I perk my head up, and regard her curiously. “Why? We don’t need to hunt anything today.”
That determined look sprouts on her face again. “Well, each time you call him now, you don’t really put anything into him. Just call him the way he is. That sort of helps my theory that he’s made out of whatever emotion you’ve given him before. So you should still be able to shape him.”
The idea made sense. If I opened that door again and put some of my intellect through, he could be smarter. Or kinder, or anything I want.
I sit up in the grass, and decide to do it straight away. Closing my eyes, I try to block out all of the distractions of the world. As soon as I think about that door, I instantly see it in my mind’s eye. That huge, ominous gate stills fills me with foreboding. I’m sure Lynette can tell, because as soon as I start feeling worried, I feel her slip her hand into mine.
An image of me appears before those doors, and the colours swirl around me. My aura, Lynette told me.
I mentally press on that door, and feel it slowly start to budge under my efforts. As the crack in the door widens slightly, I feel a gentle forcing lightly pulling at me, grasping at me as if trying to take something of mine. This is my opportunity to put an emotion in, or shape him in my mind.
Suddenly, my mind feels blank. What do I give to a monster? Intelligence, compassion, fear, excitement, anxiety? I suddenly feel at a loss, and I must have gone slack, because Lynette gives my hand a compassionate squeeze. I feel the warmth of love bloom in my chest briefly, alight at her touch. As soon I feel that emotion come blossom, I see a thick streak of rose appear in my aura. As soon as it appears, it separates like a coloured mist, drifting into that opening in the door!
Love? He can’t take my love! I suddenly feel worried, and Lynette- not knowing what’s happening in my mind- holds my hand more tightly, pressing against me.
Suddenly I can see a secondary aura appear beside mine. This one is full of that pink colour, the pale yellow of compassion, the faint green-blue of wisdom and streaks of bright yellow- excitement. I feel those same emotions flood me, only to be pulled through as well. I see the beast clearly beyond the doorway, and I see that mist of different colours surrounding him as it pours from me.
I feel worried at what he might be taking from me, but I try to focus. I mentally try to alter the fur on him, since the horrid mated texture feels icky. Flashes of purple-red flash across my vision as Lynette feels lust- likely caused by my sweating and rapid breathing.
This, too, seems to sift through the doorway, and it looks like other changes are taking place on the creature, but I can’t see him clearly though the mists anymore.
My eyes snap open, and I feel confused. What did I do to it? I’m lying on my back with my head on Lynette’s lap, looking up into her face. She gives me her gentle smile, and I relax. Whatever happens, we can make it together. I sit up, and see my beast standing in the field before me.
Now, there seems to be more emotion in its eyes- most of all confusion. It looks around in puzzlement, and suddenly sits down in the grass. The motion is more like falling than sitting down, but it just keeps peering around at the world. I’m about to ask it if it’s okay, but it seems odd to ask that without starting with its name. Beast? Creature? Animal? Monster? What is it called?
“Do you have a name?” I ask of it, and it just looks at me.
There’s a moment of silence as it seems to think. It explores its new mental capacities for a moment or two before answering. “No,” it rumbles its voice sounding not unlike a deep human voice. “I am called whatever it is you call me.”
“That was eloquently put,” Lynette chimes in. She looks at me and flushes a bit, then adds, “Compared to what he sounded like before.”
I ponder it, wondering what to call this creature that answers my will. I get to my feet and walk over to it, finding it to be almost as tall as me despite sitting down. I reach a hand out and lay it consolingly on its shoulder, trying to comfort it in its confusion. Then, looking at the creature, it occurs to me that it is not really an ‘it’. It lives and breathes, and speaks in a male voice. It seems most fair to think of it as a ‘he’, not as some unfamiliar thing.
As my hand gently touches his shoulder, I’m quite surprised to find the fur so soft. Smooth and almost silky, it feels great beneath my fingers- like the pelt of a rabbit. I pet him, stroking his shoulder, and a word slips out of my mouth without me realizing it: “Koko.”
He looks up at me, puzzled, and I flush in embarrassment. Oddly enough, I suddenly remembered the plush bear that used to comfort me when I was very little. I had named him Koko, which was a long elven word, shortened the way a child typically does. The name suddenly seems fitting, and a grin splits my lips. I nod and try the word on my tongue. “Koko. Yes, Koko. That will be your name.”
His head cocks to the side like a dog, and he mulls the name. “Koko,” he says, saying each syllable separately. “Yes, I am Koko.”
He grins, looking like a happy puppy, and I suddenly throw my arms around him, holding onto him like a giant teddy bear. He’s soft and warm in my arms. After a moment, his mighty arms wrap around me, and he returns the embrace.
He breathes deeply through his nose, taking in my scent. Then he goes rigidly still.
I suddenly realize that I’m very much naked, and my crotch and thighs are quite soaked with a combination of Lynette’s saliva, her sweet fluids, and my body’s own lubricant. I slowly release the hug and glance down curiously. He’s indeed a male!
I step back from him and take in my mental handiwork. Lynette steps up beside me and Koko, not knowing what else to do, stands up too.
Lynette’s the first to speak. “Well, he’s certainly… impressive.”
I nod, gazing at the lovely piece of meat hanging down from Koko’s crotch, half-erect. Cocking my head, I scrutinize the base of it, where it meets his pelvis. “It must have a sheathe it slides out of.”
Lynette just nods, saying nothing. Both of our eyes are fixed on his penis. It’s a lot like a human penis, pink and tender. But the veins aren’t prominent, and the ridge of the head is hardly visible.
He grunts, though I’m not sure what it’s supposed to mean. “I feel…” he begins, “something odd.”
A faint blush appears on Lynette’s face, and I decide to answer this question for him. “Well, you see, what you’re feeling is lust. Or desire.”
He gives a small shake of his head. “I know lust, I know desire. These primal things I feel, but I feel other things, too. Like a hot section here.” He waves a clawed hand over the middle of his chest, designating his heart area. “It is a lot like desire, but it is based in the knowing of you. It is softer, too.” Again, he shakes his head.
“Well,” I start, more than a little confused, “what do you know about me?”
He just peers at me, hips lips twitching up in a half-smile I recognize from my own face. “I know that you are Amariel. You have a hot passion that burns in you. You believe in being kind, but you’ll fight fiercely for anything you love. I know of your fears and desires, and I recall them as if they were memories. A part of me. And I know you, Lynette,” he continues, looking at her. “You are kind and full of love. You support other people with no hesitation, and would give your life for someone. And you… love her. This I feel, too.”
This is all a little worrisome, and very exciting. He’s as smart as either of us, and he feels the softer emotions. He knows kindness, yet it strong enough to protect people around him. Passion and compassion, all in one.
He reminds me of Lynette, but also of someone else. But I can’t seem to place my finger on whom it is.
I take a step forward, and close the distance between us. He just looks at me and smiles a smile so similar to Lynette’s; except for the shape of his wolf-like muzzle. It’s a smile that seems to say that he loves the person he’s looking at, yet expects nothing in return- the same way Lynette feels about the most beautiful things in nature, and about me.
He places a hand, so gently on my elbow, and stares into my eyes. I turn back to look Lynette, and she gives a small nod, her permission.
I turn back to this creature, this man who could love me, and stare back into his eyes- kind but fierce.
His hand is warm on my left arm, and I timidly reach out my other hand. I’ve never been timid towards a man, and it feels odd to me. Gently I take his shaft, holding it in a light grip. His eyes flutter and close, feeling pleasures of the flesh for perhaps the first time.
I fondle his penis, sliding my hands along its length. It’s so warm in my hands, and my own eyes close as I enjoy the feeling. His blood rushes to fill it, and I feel it twitch slightly in my hand, inflating.
I lean my head against his chest with my eyes still closed, feeling the soft fur over the hard muscles. It’s been most of a year since I’ve been with a man, and I can feel my body moistening, aching for his presence. Still I stroke him, and listen to his breathing as he gets hard in my hand. As I massage that firm meat, I can’t help but be delighted how a penis can be so hard and yet so soft at the same time. My palm suddenly feels slightly wet, and I smile, enjoying that his precum is flowing because of me.
“You’ve completed me,” he whispers to me. I can’t help but laugh slightly- it’s such a cliché thing for someone to say. But he continues on: “Before, I was a shell. I had only anger, and not enough even of that to be a full form. You’ve given me feelings, intelligence. You’ve given me form, and life.”
As much as I’d like to question what he was before I called him, I’m far too much in the moment.
I step back from him, releasing my grip on him. I slowly open my eyes, and lie down on the grass. I crook my finger at him, beckoning him to me. He drops to his knees before me, and crawls over my body. From here, I get a good idea of how much bigger he is than me. He’s massive, I think. Look at those shoulders. Just his torso must weigh as much as me.
Despite his size, he’s dextrous, I know. And gentle.And speaking of size… my eyes work their way down his body to his shaft, standing stiff and erect, pressed against my stomach. Again, I slowly stroke his shaft, pumping its length with my right fist.Why, he’s longer than your average Orc. Fortunately, I’ve got some experience in working with long body parts. All of which is true. I do seem to have a nearly supernatural ability to take long cocks, and even to return back to my normal tightness not long after. And he’s not as big as that Minotaur.
I stroke him one more time and then use his penis to push him slightly backwards. He pulls his hips back, and I try to line his head up with me. Still gripping the shaft, I rub his head against my lips, spreading his precum on me, making sure I’m lubed up enough. But I can tell, just from feeling him against my vulva, that I’m already very wet.
I rub his head between those folds for a moment more and then line it up with his destination. As soon as he feels that his way is before him, he gently presses forward, pushing his head against my hole.
The tip of it slips just inside of me, and I feel the soft flesh start spreading as his head slides into me. With a slow, continuous motion, the front of his penis slides into my yielding body. Fortunately, his head is only about as wide as the middle of his shaft, so from here it’s just a matter of length.
My slick tunnel parts before him, but before long he meets slight friction. He slides those three inches back out, and slowly works them back in. Deeper into me his penis passes, pressing and rubbing along unfathomable depths. It feels like he must surely sink into me forever, but as more inches slide inexorably into my body, I at last feel his soft fur press into my mound. I’m all the way down his shaft, and I feel his head just touching my innermost wall. He’s exactly the right length, I think to myself. I wonder if my subconscious chose for him to be exactly that long. Damn, my mind is great!
He stays still, staying inside of me, and we both savour the moment. I run my hand along his furry chest, luxuriating in the feel of his soft coat. Only days ago he was rough, but today he’s perfect.
I look up into his eyes and see much of Lynette’s compassion there, tempered with my own passion and lust. I wiggle my hips a little, and I’m rewarded with the feeling of his hard shaft shifting around inside of me. After a moment more of us savouring, he slides back out. Still, he moves slow as he presses back into me, making our bodies collide with a grunt.
His thick flesh moves through and into me, sliding into my depths. As he thrusts in again, I push back, meeting his push with my own. His pelvis hits mine more forcefully, allowing him to enter just slightly deeper. As he brushes against that inner wall again, I feel my eyes shut and a soft moan escape my lips, both without my consent. He seems to take this as a sign, and his next motion is quicker, and he enters me more firmly. His pace continues on, slightly faster than before, but his body seems to quake with repressed need. He wants so badly to move faster than this.
As he rears halfway out before plunging in again, I spread my legs even wider, opening myself to him. My body parts before his intrusion again and again, and my breathing is getting more rapid.
“Faster,” I whisper to him. I open my eyes and look into his and say again, “faster!”
His compliance is immediate, and he starts driving into me again and again, pumping like a man possessed. But right now, a man isn’t what I want. I want an ANIMAL.
“Harder,” I moan as I writhe under him. The steady sensations seethe out of my lips and pour through my body, making my head light and my heart pound. “Oh, harder. Hard and fast.”
His pace increases to nearly a blur as he pounds away. My breasts shake and bounce against the force, and I hold them down with one hand, as my other blindly gropes along his stomach and chest, feeling and squeezing. He thrusts so hard and fast that I can feel myself start to slide across the grass. I wrap my legs around the back of his in a quick movement, and pull myself back to meet his thrusts.
His strength is unbelievable as he drives himself into me head first. Juices drip down the inside of my thighs, and thee feelings pulsate wildly inside of me. The firm tingling becomes a vibration inside of me, and pleasure seems to dart up to my core and through my body.
My hands wrap around his shoulders and I press myself against him, throwing myself against him in time with his motions. “Ah, ah, ah,” I moan without meaning to.
Feelings seem to pore into my center the way water pools in valleys, as my body devours his shaft in deep swallows. The area of intensity in my stomach seems to swell as it pulls pleasure into it, and I can feel myself plummeting towards something great. I throw my head back and I cry out. “Oh, yes. Faster, now. I want it, oh.”
He thrusts hard and fast, plunging in again and again, and starts making an odd sound at the back of his throat- halfway between a whine and a growl.
His body starts moving irregularly, and slapping inside of me again and again. The tip of his head batters against my cervix one second, and dances along my opening. That ball of pleasure in me swells again, surely so big as to make my stomach inflate.
Then suddenly, as he drives his steel-hard shaft into me, I fly over the edge. That sphere inside of me explodes outwards, and pleasure rushes to my every extremity, making me scream out as my head spins. I clench hard and pull at his fur and cum like I’ve never cum before. As my climax rushes onwards, I hear his growling raise to almost a roar, and his serpent inside of me flexes strongly. His thrusts are so hard that I shake with each one, as I keep cumming. He thrusts into me and I feel him pulsating and throbbing in me. As drives the point of his lance into my soft body again, his seed rushes forth from him into my pulsating pussy.
Thick heat spreads into my body, and I moan loudly before crying, “Oh, by the gods, yes! In me, oh, yes.”
He drives himself home again and shouts as he pumps a triumphant gout of cum into my shaking body, filling me up. My muscles are clenched so tightly around him that I can’t move, and I hold tightly onto him as he erupts again, his hot fluids filling me. I feel like I must be swelling like a balloon as he continues with lightning-fast short thrusts, ejaculating still.
My body milks him and drinks his cum as he keeps pulsating and pushing it into me. Again he pulses and fires a wave into me, and I feel it pressing against the tight seal I make around him. He cums almost as much as a minotaur! Or maybe he’s just been waiting a long, long time.
He pumps a couple of more times, and more of his seed floods into me, until at last he is still. He settles atop me, still inside of me. His breathing is ragged like mine, and we hold each other and try to catch our breath.
He’s still rock-hard inside of me, and my belly feels swollen with semen. At last I feel it start to dribble out of me around his shaft, dripping down my ass and pooling on the ground. The cum in me is still warm, almost hot. I’ve never had so much cum go into me at once, nor had it so hot. It feels good in me, and I lay back, my head in the long grass.
I see a familiar pair of feet appear beside me, and Lynette lies down beside me. The creature rolls off of me, his shaft at last coming free. Liquids suddenly pour out of me like wine from a bottle, and he lies on my other side.
Lynette lays her naked form on my right side, and I wrap my arm around her neck and she cuddles in. The furry beast sprawls an arm across my stomach and lies against my left side. I think I’m home, I catch myself thinking, as we bask in the warm light.
Body against body we lay there as the sun slowly crosses the sky. At last I stretch and look over at my clothes, the same stuff I’ve had since I got here. “I think I need some new clothes.”
Lynette lazily opens her lids. “There’s a town not far from here, but we would probably need money to buy anything.”
“Well, we could always just… take some things from them…”
A sly grin crosses her face. “Why, Amariel, that’s positively naughty.” Her grin grows slightly suggestive, and I feel my body heat slightly. We’ll go tomorrow. Or the next day.
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The following Monday evening, Jolyne’s mother, Anne Crawford, quietly
unlocked the front door and escorted the man into the house. It was
almost midnight and she didn’t want to wake up Jolyne who was asleep in
her room.
Once they were in the house, the man stepped behind Anne and pulled her
body back toward him.
“Oh, Sam,” she giggled, rubbing her hot ass back against the hard bulge
in his pants. “It feels like you’re ready to fuck.”
“I sure am,” Sam grinned, moving his hands up over her tits. “Let’s go
into your room and have a little party.”
“That’s what I intend to do,” she whispered. “Why do you think I brought
you home with me?”
Unknown to the couple, Jolyne was wide awake in bed and could hear every
word they were saying.
“Gee, Sam,” Ann whispered as they walked hand in hand toward her room.
“I just can’t wait to feel your nice big cock in me.”
“And I can’t wait to get it in you,” he grinned, opening the door for
her.
The moment they were inside, the eager couple began quickly disrobing
under the warm glow of the bedside lamp.
Jolyne was so used to her mother bringing men home that she hardly paid
any attention to the sound of their fucking that came through the thin
wall separating their rooms. The youngster usually slept right through
it, but being in an extremely horny mood after the weekend with her
father, she decided to slip out into the darkness of the hall and watch
the couple.
Tiptoeing down by her mother’s partially open door, she peeked in and
saw the naked couple standing in the center of the room.
“Shit, you’re beautiful,” she heard Sam whisper to her mother as she
stood facing him under the soft glow of the light.
“And so is your nice hard cock,” giggled Anne, tenderly stroking the big
thick prick that was thrusting up from between his muscular legs.
Without saying another word, Sam roughly grabbed Jolyne’s mother and
pulled her down on the bed with him. Putting her arms around him, Anne
began writhing her hot wet pussy against his naked body. She could feel
his thick fat prick burning against her tummy as he pulled her even
closer.
“Oh, Sam,” she whispered “I’m so horny for this big hard cock of yours.”
Lying beside him on the bed, Anne moved her head down and rested her
face on his stomach, her nose nestled in the thick pubic hair just above
the base of his throbbing shaft. Tenderly taking his hard boner in her
hand, she began teasing the foreskin up and down over his
super-sensitive cockhead.
“D-ya like that?” she whispered, feeling the man’s body quivering with
ecstasy.
Still expertly stroking her new lover’s prick, she rubbed his big meaty
cock against her cheek. The man was panting with lust as the horny slut
slowly and expertly teased his magnificent shaft of hard male meat.
His body gave a wild lurch when her tongue snaked out, flicking lightly
against his cockhead. Anne continued this erotic teasing for several
moments, darting her tongue around his cock like the fluttering wings of
a hundred butterflies.
“Jesus Christ!” he gasped when she suddenly opened her mouth and
enveloped his entire cockhead with her soft, sucking lips. “That’s
fantastic!”
“I know,” she slurped, momentarily removing his delicious big knob from
her mouth. “I just love sucking sweet big cocks.”
Sam had always enjoyed a good blow-job, and the feel of her lips around
his prick was driving him wild.
“Jesus!” he gasped. “That sure feels good.”
“Just hang on,” she giggled. “I’m the world’s best cock- sucker when I’m
in the mood, and, baby, I’m sure in the mood tonight.”
From the way the man’s cock was jerking, Anne could tell that he was
almost ready to shoot his wad, but she wanted to postpone it so she
could perform a lot of other naughty things on him.
Removing his cockhead from her mouth, Anne decided to give his throbbing
shaft a hot juicy spit bath. She ran her slobbering mouth up and down
the length of his lurching dong, teasing and licking every inch of it.
When his shaft was completely saturated with her saliva, she lowered her
mouth and began hungrily licking his balls.
The texture of the hairy crinkly skin around his nut-sac felt extremely
erotic against her tongue and lips. Sucking gently, the dark-haired
beauty took his balls into her mouth, one at a time. The man was
lurching violently as she sucked and swirled his nuts around in her hot,
wet mouth. Licking far beneath his balls, she began teasing her tongue
around his sensitive asshole.
“My God!” he roared when he felt her tongue tickling his quivering
shitter.
“D’ya like that?” she giggled as her tongue moved wetly around the right
ring of his rectum.
“Fuck, yes!” he panted, thoroughly enjoying what the beautiful woman was
doing to him. Knowing that she’d temporarily postponed his climax, Anne
raised her head and once more sucked his magnificent cockhead into her
mouth. Starting slowly, she began pumping her ovaled lips up and down
over his thick, hard dick.
“Oh, my God!” he sobbed, digging his fingers into the sheet.
Standing by the door in her nightie, Jolyne was getting more excited by
the moment. Having spent most of yesterday sucking off her father, she
could almost feel this man’s thick prick in her own mouth. Watching her
mother’s lips obscenely sucking on that beautiful big cock was making
the youngster’s hot little cunt leak with passion.
“Oh, sweet fuckin’ Jesus!” Sam sobbed as Jolyne watched her mother’s
mouth moving salaciously up and down over his prick.
Anne loved the feel and taste of any hard cock slithering across her
tongue, but she’d never enjoyed one more than Sam’s big tasty boner.
“Ooooooooh, God,” Sam moaned as Anne’s beautiful face began frantically
bobbing up and down, her lips sucking deeply with each upward stroke.
From the way Sam was tossing and jerking on the bed, Anne knew he was
about to shoot his load, and she was fully prepared for it when his cock
exploded a hot stream of cum into her waiting mouth.
“Oh, shit!” the man roared. “I’m coming, coming!”
The thick, rich jizz was gushing and squirting out of his cockhead in
what seemed to be a never-ending stream. No matter how fast the horny
slut sucked and swallowed, his cum was oozing out from between her
prick-squeezing lips and dribbling down over her chin. Anne didn’t
release his shaft from her mouth until Sam fell back exhausted on the
bed.
Watching the erotic scene, little Jolyne almost had a climax as she
watched the slippery string of delicious-looking jizz dripping from the
corners of her mother’s sperm-soaked lips.
“God, that was neat,” she heard the man sigh.
Jolyne was about to slip back to her room when she heard her mother say,
“Shit, baby, if you think that was neat, wait’ll we start fuckin.”
Hearing these words, the youngster decided to stay and watch them fuck.
She and her dad had been sucking on each other for years, but she’d
never seen a fuck.
“How can I fuck with a limp prick?” she heard the man ask.
“Don’t worry,” giggled her mother. “It won’t take me long to pump you up
again.”
The horny slut was glad that Sam had shot his first batch into her
mouth, because now he would be able to give her a good long fuck when he
got his next hard-on. Anne knew from experience that the second fuck was
always the longest and best.
As Jolyne watched her mother fondle and lick the man’s limp prick, it
became hard as steel again within ten or fifteen minutes.
“Sam,” whispered Anne, throwing herself back on the bed and lewdly
spreading her soft thighs. “Now just fuck me silly.”
“Oh, God,” he panted, heaving his big muscular frame over her soft naked
body.
With their tongues entwined in a hot deep kiss, Sam could feel Anne’s
fingers seeking his cock that was squeezed deliciously between their
bellies. A wild shudder rippled through his loins when her soft fingers
closed around his rigid cock.
“God, that’s a nice hard prick,” she whispered, sliding her body up and
nuzzling the sensitive head of his boner against the wet furry opening
of her slippery slit.
Moving slowly back and forth, Sam let the underside of his shaft rub
against the hot juicy wetness of her open furrow.
“Now, baby!’ she panted. “Put it in me, honey! Fuck me, darling, fuck
me!”
Still grasping his cock and unable to wait any longer, Anne stuffed his
hard prick up into her juicy hot cunt.
“Oooooooh, baby!” she panted, feeling the man’s big prick stretching the
tingling tissues of her passion-slickened fuckhole. “That feels so
shittin’ good!”
As an experienced cocksman, Sam began thrusting deeper and harder with
each plunge, every stroke more powerful than the last.
“Eeeeeeeaaaaahhhhh!” Anne squealed with joy.
Carried away by his burning lust, Sam suddenly lost control of himself
and his powerful cock was pounding into her with a fury, bouncing her
sweet ass all over the bed.
“That’s it, baby!” Anne squealed, clutching at the cheeks of his ass.
“Pound me with that big hard cock! Just fuck the shit out of me!”
“Okay, honey!” he panted. “If that’s what you want, I’ll fuck the shit
out of your hot little cunt!”
Watching, and listening to the wildly screwing couple on the bed, Jolyne
was becoming more aroused by the second. She had never seen or heard
anything so erotic in her life.
“Take this… and this… and this!” the half-crazed man was shouting as
he slammed his boner harder and deeper into her smoldering cunt.
“Oh, yes!” she screamed, grasping the cheeks of his ass and pulling him
even more violently into her. “Fuck me, baby, fuck!”
The feel of his super-hard prick slashing wildly into her fuck-tunnel
was driving the hot-assed slut crazy. This was one of the best fucks
she’d had in a long time.
“Oh, Sam!” she cried, screwing her cunt up tighter around the base of
his slashing shaft. “I love it! I love it!”
Grasping him securely around the shoulders, the raven-haired beauty
began throwing her hips up to meet every stroke of his cock. The open
lips of her frothy cunt were grasping and sucking around the base of his
thick shaft, trying desperately to get even more of it into her horny
cunt.
“Oh, Sam!” she panted, excitedly nibbling on his ear. “It’s so good,
honey! Oh, Christ, how I love your big cock!”
It seemed to the man that his dick was swelling bigger and bigger as it
slithered smoothly against the hot fleshy ridges of her squeezing cunt
walls. It felt as if his big blood-bloated knob would explode from the
exquisite ecstasy.
Whirling through this thundering storm of passion, Anne could feel her
hot cunt juices boiling all around his plunging shaft. Completely
fascinated by the obscene slurping sounds of his thick wet boner pumping
in and out of her slippery hole, she wrapped her arms and legs tighter
around him, writhing her clinging cuntlips around his magnificent prick.
Her big erect nipples were burning with excitement as they rubbed
against the bare flesh of his heaving chest.
“Oh, God!” she sobbed, feeling his throbbing dick pounding into her
slippery slit while his big lusty balls pounded against her squirming
ass.
Anne was completely consumed by the glorious feeling of his massive
prick plowing into the very depths of her sucking fuckhole. She could
feel his thick shaft pressing out against every tingling nerve of her
stretched cunt walls. The sex-crazed woman had enjoyed plenty of cocks
in her life, but none had ever satisfied her more than this one.
Watching them, Jolyne had unconsciously pulled up the hem of her nightie
and was wildly rubbing her little erect clitty. She’d never seen
anything that had ever aroused her as much as watching Sam’s
juice-slickened shaft fucking in and out between her mother’s slippery
pussylips. The rapture on both of their flushed faces seemed to excite
Jolyne even more. She tried to imagine how a prick would feel fucking in
and out of her own hot little cunt.
“Oh, God, Sam!” she heard her mother sob as she covered his lips with
her hot open mouth. “I’ve never been fucked like this in my life.”
The lusty person answered by driving his prick deeper and harder into
her lurching belly, building to an ecstasy that her cock-ravished cunt
could hardly stand.
“Harder!” Anne shouted, clutching at his asscheeks to pull him deeper
into her sex-crazed pussy. “Harder, baby, harder!”
Aware of nothing but the rapture that was flowing through her body, Anne
was unconsciously fingering his puckered asshole.
“Christ, baby!” she shrieked her probing finger accidentally pressing
against the tight rubbery ring of his shitter. “Don’t stop, baby! Don’t
ever stop!”
The man let out a lusty roar when the tip of Anne’s middle finger
inadvertently slipped into the tight opening of his asshole.
Lurching wildly, Sam drilled his huge boner deeper into the aroused
bitch’s cunt.
Wanting him to fuck even harder, Anne plunged the full length of her
middle finger up his ass.
Completely crazed by the embedded finger swirling against his prostate,
Sam was soon fucking her like a wild bull.
“Fuck, baby, fuck!” she screamed into his ear. “Don’t stop, baby! I’m
almost there! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
The insanely fucking slut was barely clinging to her senses as the
intense pleasure was rocketing her toward her inevitable climax. She
didn’t think she could stand much more of this unbelievable rapture as
every taut nerve in her body was virtually screaming from the delicious
agony.
“Oh, shit!” she shrieked, feeling his white-hot sperm gushing into her
cunt at the same moment her own lurching orgasm engulfed her. “I’m
coming, honey! I’m coming! Keep squirtin’, baby! I’m coming,
commmmiiiiinnnggg!”
When the writhing couple collapsed on the bed, Jolyne turned and fled up
the hall. She was shaking like a leaf when she entered the privacy of
her own room. The young girl’s mind was filled with wild visions of
Sam’s cock. She could clearly see it plunging in and out of her mother’s
hot sucking pussy.
Spreading out on her back in bed, Jolyne felt her cunt itching and
flowing as it never had before. Knowing she had to relieve herself, the
aroused youngster frantically pulled her nightie up to her chin and
plunged a finger into the slippery hotness of her dripping slit.
“Oh, Sam,” she whispered, visualizing his big hard cock as she began
thrusting her finger in and out of her steaming hot pussy. “Fuck me,
Sam, fuck me good!”
For the first time in her life, Jolyne was dying to be fucked. She
didn’t give a shit who the guy was, but she wanted to feel a hard prick
in her pussy.
“Yes, honey,” she panted, squeezing and twisting her hard nipples with
the fingers of her free hand while she continued masturbating with the
other. “Fuck me harder, honey! Give me that big hard prick!”
Completely crazed with lust, she spread her naked thighs wide apart,
pretending that a man was between them, wildly plunging his hard boner
in and out of her hot, sucking cunt. She visualized a handsome man above
her as he eagerly fucked his stiff prick into her writhing pussy.
“That’s it, honey!” she squealed, writhing her hot slippery slit around
her plunging finger. “Fuck me good, honey! I want a nice big cunt-full
of your cock juice! Oh, baby, how I love that big hard prick of yours!”
Squirming hysterically on the bed, she could vividly feel a cock
plunging in and out of her juice-slickened hole. She could clearly see
her cunt juices glistening on the full length of a slippery cock that
she could feel pounding into the depths of her fuckhole.
“Bite my tits!” she suddenly squealed, viciously pinching her own
tingling nipples. “Bite ’em, honey, bite ’em! Make me come, you
beautiful big fucker!”
God, how good it felt to be screwed by this imaginary cock. It felt so
big and hard, and she could hardly wait to feel the thick hot cum
gushing up into her gasping pussy.
“Fuck, baby, fuck!” she squealed, bringing herself closer and closer to
a bell-ringing orgasm. “Oh, baby, how I love that big cock!”
She suddenly realized how much she needed to be fucked. The youngster
didn’t give a shit who it would be as long as he had a hard cock.
“Oh, sweet fuckin’ Jesus!” she squealed as her hot cunt began climaxing
all around her deeply embedded finger. “Fuck it to me, honey! Fill me
with jizz!”
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THIS IS A ROMANCE STORY, NOT JUST HUMPING AND FUCKING ALL THE TIME.
Please read Part 1 first.Thank you.
©This is a fantasy; any resemblance to real places or people is coincidental. This series of stories is loosely based on fairy tales and nursery rhymes.
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Angel skipped down the path enjoying the bright spring day. Everything was so green and smelled fresh. The flowers were in bloom and filled he air with a sweet fragrance. It was the day after her fourteenth birthday. Her tutor had given her the afternoon off so she thought to explore the rest of the grounds of the estate her parents purchased last fall. The winter had been cold and filled with snow.
Angel smiled as she skipped along. She was thinking about what one of her older friends had told her yesterday. It was something that a prim and proper girl like Angel should not know about
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June told her about what she had seen her father doing late one night. June had seen her father doing something nasty with one of the cooks helpers. He had the helper up against the wall of a back corridor and was doing a naughty with the girl. “He was fucking her!” June said giggling. Then June described in detail what they were doing.
Angel giggled thinking about it, now she though she thought she knew what those sounds coming from her own parent’s bedroom were.
She found a large oak tree to rest under and to think about what June described to her. Presently she had her blue dress up and around her waist. Her white cotton panties were around her ankles. One hand was fingering her, almost hairless tender young pussy. The other one was rubbing her growing breasts. When she touched her clit, she wished she had brought her favorite hairbrush, the one with the round smooth handle.
Even though she was just fourteen her tits were nearing a ’B’ cup in size. Her slim hips were starting to fill out. Angel Had startling green eyes, long light brown hair, a triangular face, and a straight nose.
Suddenly a large white rabbit, in a waistcoat, dashed past, it so close it brushed her dress. Before she knew what was happening it vanished into a hole that opened behind her, in the tree. Startled she screamed and fell back through the hole
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Angel tumbled in the air a few times loosing her panties in the process. Then she fell feet first. The fall was not a precipitous drop, as one would expect, it was more as if she floated downward in the air. She had to hold her dress down because even the slow descent made it rise up around her body and face. After she fell for a few minutes, she calmed down enough to look around. Roots and twigs lined the hole she fell through
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She floated past bookshelves tables and chairs. Shortly she spotted a rocking horse below her. It was descending too, but at a slower pace. As she dropped closer to the rocking horse there was a gust of air that blew her dress off over her head. Then like a kite, it drifted off out of sight. Angel now was all but naked except for black Mary Jane shoes with white ankle sox and a light short top that just barely covered her tits
.
“Oh, dear.” She thought. “Whatever am I going to do?” The next thing that happened she plopped astride the rocking horse. Automatically her feet found the stirrups. “Oh my!” She exclaimed. “It’s just like riding Buck my pony.”
Angel felt somewhat reassured by the feeling of the saddle between her legs. It was even warm against her bare skin. Shortly she noticed the saddle had two small bumps in the center, one in front plus one in back. Then to her shock, she realized they were growing.
The front one touched her sex and the rear one nudged her small rose bud hidden in the crack of her young ass. Both of them were oozing a thick slick substance of some sort. Shortly the bumps were an inch or more long and were getting very personal. Angel scooted back when the front one grew more and touched her pussy. That movement pressed the rear one tight against her nether hole. She immediately scooted forward and met the same probing at her pussy.
Standing up in the stirrups didn’t help. The straps holding the stirrups stretched lowering the girl toward the saddle. A quick look down shocked Angel, both of the bumps had grown longer and larger. The real shocking part was the one in front looked like a small penis. She had seen a picture of one in a book at school. As she dropped lower the penis grew longer and thicker.
Accepting her fate Angel settled down on it with a sigh. When it entered her, the dildo was only three inches long and as thick as a man’s thumb. The one in back was the same length but only the thickness of a man’s finger.
“Please Daddy stop!” She gasped.
The anal probe slipped in slowly, even then she winched. Now she had two in her at one time. Angel began to cry. Even two hairbrushes had not filled her like this. The stuff coating them was very slippery.
Her mount started to rock back and forth in the manner of rocking horses. As it rocked, the dildos grew in size and length. Soon both of them were six inches long and an inch and a half in diameter. The horse, in its own way, was raping her. Angel didn’t care at first. Then horse began to rock faster. The dildos produced even more lube they got bigger and longer. “Oh! Stop.” She shouted. “It hurts! Please stop!” The horse of course didn’t stop. It had a mission. It was programmed to take the virginity of young girls sitting in its saddle.
Suddenly the rocking horse began to buck slamming the fake cocks deeper and fasted into her
tender cunt and asshole. Angel gasping and sobbing grabbed the pommel of the saddle and held tight.
At that point, the head of the rocking horse turned to look and her. Its face looked like her father’s chauffeur, who always followed her with his creepy eyes and frightened her. “Show me your tits, you little slut,” it said, “I want to see your tits while I’m fucking you.”
Angel screamed and fainted.
The wooden horse landed with a dull thud in the middle of a thickly carpeted room. Sobbing in shame Angel fell off the horse and curled up into a fetal ball clutching her ravaged pussy and ass.
When she regained consciousness, the rocking horse was gone. All she wore were her shoes and sox. Her shoes now had three-inch heels. Her small top lay in shreds on the carpet nearby.
The rape was just a dim bad memory when she stood up. She knew something had happed to her, just not exactly what. After she got to her feet, she took a few wobbly steps in the heels. Shortly she was able to walk in them as if she had worn heels for years.
One of the curious things she noticed was her pussy and ass felt different, not bad different, good different. “So that’s what its like.” She murmured rubbing her little pussy. Then she dipped her finger into her tight snatch. “Mmmm! That feels good!” She said when she slipped two fingers in her pussy.
There were two windows and a small door in one wall. Angel saw her dress and panties hanging on a bush when she looked out of the one window. There was a small door between the windows. It looked very small for her but she tried to crawl through it anyway. The best she could do was getting her head and an arm out the door
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She found a button and a sign just above the open door. It said, Push button, suck door big. “Now what does that mean?” She wondered. She pushed the button, and then a rubber dildo slid out of the wall above the door.
Angel had no choice. If she wanted out, she would have to suck on the fake dick. “It isn’t very big,” She muttered. “I hope this works.”
At first, she licked it, and then waited a few a seconds. The doorframe creaked and got wider and taller. It was still too small for her to get through. “This is gross,” she complained. Slowly the door shrank back to its original size. Then, very glad no one could see her; she took the head of the warm dildo in her mouth.
The door creaked again and expanded. Encouraged by this small success Angel sucked harder taking all of it in her mouth. That was the ticket the door got wider. The fake cock expanded as well. Startled by this new turn of events she tried to pull back.
Something gripped the back of her head holding her in place. Try as she might she could only move her head back and forth about four inches. With her hands braced on the doorframe, she bobbed on the expanding cock. The more she sucked the bigger the door and the cock became. Soon the door was wide enough for her to go through. It also got taller and taller, that required her to stand to keep sucking. By now, the cock was gagging her only allowing her to gasp for breath every few seconds. Suddenly she was held still with only the head of the now big cock in her mouth. Something groaned and sighed with relief.
Angel choked and swallowed part of a gusher of white salty fluid that shot deep into her mouth. The excess dribbled out of the corners of her mouth and dripped on her tits.
Then she was free, gasping Angel stumbled through the door to escape. Outside at last she stumbled to a patch of grass across a flagstone path paved with yellow stones and sat down. It took the trembling girl a while to catch her breath. Even then, she felt compelled to wipe cum from her face and body and lick her fingers clean.
After a quick search, she found her dress and panties hanging from a tree. Her dress was ripped and wrinkled, the skirt torn to the waist on each side. She knew that when she put it on her legs would be exposed each step she took. Her were panties nearly destroyed and almost useless. “Well at least I have my dress,” she said, pulling it over her head. She thought for a moment then pulled her tattered panties on too.
With no other way to go, she walked down a flagstone path she discovered close to the mouth-raping door. Angel’s mind was in turmoil from the time the white rabbit frightened her until now. So many nasty naughty things had been happening to her; she quailed at the thought of what could happen next
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Suddenly a sparrow fluttered around her head. Angel was startled at first. She held out a hand to keep it away from her face. Then a surprising thing happened. The little bird perched on a forefinger. “Oh!” Angel exclaimed. “What ever do you want?” The bird cocked its head to one side then the other chirping at her urgently as if it were asking her something. Angel got the impression it wanted to know who she was and what she was doing here.
Angel thought it was silly to talk to a bird but she needed to tell someone about the dreadful things that happened to her. After she finished telling the sparrow all her troubles, she said. “I really do want to go home.” The bird nodded as if it understood her plight. Then the sparrow took wing and flew down the path and back to her several times. Then it landed on her finger again and chattered.
“You want me to go that way?” She asked. The bird nodded its head then flew around her again one more time then joined a small flock of sparrows sitting in a nearby bush.
“One way is as good as another I guess. “ Angel sighed. She set off in the direction the bird indicated. The flock of birds flew around her once then scattered in all directions.
An hour or so later Angel was walking through a grove of trees. When she heard a voice, behind her ask. “You want to fuck Babe?”
Shocked and surprised she turned around so fast she stumbled and fell. She landed on her butt. Her legs open inadvertently. That exposed her fuzzy pussy through tears in her damaged panties.
“Wow you must be really horny.” A funny looking man said, eyeing her exposed legs and pussy. “I can fix those underpants if you like” He grinned. “That should cover your fee.” Fee, what fee?” Angel asked, closing her legs.
He scratched his furry face next to his long cat whiskers. Then he rubbed his button nose. “You’re not a whore then… You’re a slut.” He grinned wider, adjusting his tall-checkered top hat. “I’ll still fix the panties though.”
“My name is Angel.” she bristled. “I’m not a whore or a slut!” Then she began to cry, “I’m a little girl! I just turned fourteen today!” She sobbed into her hands.
“Oh I’m so sorry,” He said scratching his nose. “I wish you wouldn’t cry it makes me cry too.” He grabbed his long striped tail and began to blot the tears running down his furry cheeks.
To be continued……
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