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A girl and her tentacle monster 4.5

Ryu on Supernatural Stories

Apparently I fail at actually checking which chapter I posted last, and skipped one. So this one goes between chapter 4 and "5". >_>

 

Thanks to those who commented about that. As well as everyone who likes and reads my stories. :)

 

 


 

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It was not long until I heard Daddy’s car pull into the garage. Still in his and Mommy’s bedroom, I had already prepared for his arrival, so there was no need to pull my thing from my little sister’s throat. I pushed her further down, her gagging slurps really turning me on, making me moan as I began spurting into her stomach just as Mommy greeted Daddy downstairs. Like a good girl she took it all, her already enormous belly swelling a little bit higher up to hold it all before I pulled out and sent jets of my slimy cream streaming onto her face and hair, covering her still flat chest as well while she tried to rub it into her skin. Her entire front was coated in a thick layer of my semen by the time I finished, and I watched her shake in orgasm for a good while before throwing on enough clothing to make myself “presentable”.

 

Leaving little sis to her task of cleaning herself up, I went downstairs, faking illness as I went to find Daddy drinking his coffee and talking to Mommy in the kitchen. Mommy winked at me, and I knew the milk and cream in Daddy’s coffee wasn’t exactly cow-based. It would be his first dose of many.

 

He called me over, wrapping me in a big hug before asking me how I was doing. Of course, I made small talk and used my best princess voice, getting several kisses on the cheek or forehead as I got him to try and “make me feel better”. He barely noticed that he’d finished his coffee before Mommy gave him another cup. This one I could smell was far stronger, the smell of Mommy’s milk and my cum potent to my nose but likely not to Daddy's. He took a sip and commented that it seemed richer, but continued to drink it as I gleefully watched his eyes glaze over slightly by the end of it.

 

I moved to his lap then, squeezing my bottom against his thing as I felt it get harder beneath me. Mommy made an excuse to go to the bathroom then, leaving me alone with him and his rapidly growing arousal. I had my hooks in him already. I smiled, knowing the power of my effect on people was growing as well as confirming men were vulnerable to it as much as, if not more than, women.

 

I kept wriggling around on his lap, innocently adjusting my position in ways that did little to quell the rising heat in his body. He tried to keep talking to me, stammering every so often when I’d move just so, his train of thought trailing off at times as I sensed him wrestle with his conscience and his desires. He’d set his hand on my shoulder, rubbing it a little less like a father should before pulling away when he noticed. He tried to move me on his lap so I wasn’t straddling him, my cotton covered kitty pressing into the crotch of his work pants as his thing strained against the fabric, but he couldn’t seem to get the right hold on me without grabbing my butt or touching my chest. He’d apologize and ask me to hold still, but I never did.

 

I turned my head back, looking at him with my best wide-eyed expression of concern and asked if he was ok. He had beads of sweat on his forehead by now as he claimed he was fine, even if I knew better. He leaned forward to kiss my cheek again, hesitating for only a moment before moving to my lips. I opened my mouth to let his tongue in, nearly cumming right there when I felt his conscience surrender to me. He wasn’t completely mine yet, but I knew I could move on from here.

 

I let him kiss me for a minute or two, our tongues dancing as I pulled his head to mine with one hand, the other moving down to feel the bulge in his pants. He tensed at first, nearly reaching down to stop me, but decided to move his hand to my chest, rubbing my tiny boobies through the oversized shirt. He let go of my chin, letting me maintain the kiss as his now free hand moved to my kitty.

 

He rubbed me through the cloth for a bit until I pushed his hand to the side of my panties. He got the idea, pulling the material to the side before pushing a finger in, making me squeak into his mouth. He buried it to the second knuckle, moving back and forth several times before he pushed a second finger in, and then a third. My juices flowed freely by then, easing his passage before I felt the spasm start. His hand was drenched in my girl-cum as I moaned into his mouth, and when he broke the kiss to clean off his hand, I knew he was done.

 

I quickly slid off his lap, my hands unzipping his fly and pulling out the 8 inch prize that throbbed within before he could say anything. I crammed it down my throat, feeling the stretch of my muscles and tasting the goo that had been oozing out in copious amounts. He moaned in perverse pleasure as I deep throated him, slobbering all over his penis and the sack at the base as it slid into and out of my esophagus.

 

I’d driven him so crazy with lust that he couldn’t last long, grabbing the back of my head with both hands and forcing me all the way down, holding me there as his penis twitched and spasmed, his cum streaming down my throat as I continued to suck wildly. The amount was significant for a human. Mommy must have been very satisfied with him before I came along. He was big and strong, and his thing was a match for his body. Now that I had him, he’d only get better.

 

When I pulled back, his penis remained as hard as ever. He panted in the chair, his twitching penis slick with my saliva, as Mommy came back into the room with my little sister. Both were naked, little sis less cum soaked than before as Mommy licked the excess cum from her lips and leered at the sight of us. I motioned her to come over and take my place, which she did with enthusiasm, grabbing onto Daddy’s thing and pushing it between her boobies. He moaned as she pushed them together tightly and began moving up and down, using my saliva and a dribbling of my cum from her mouth to lubricate the act.

 

Daddy looked down at Mommy, so caught up in the afterglow from my blowjob that he hadn’t realized she’d even entered the room till now. I saw only a momentary questioning look on his face before he just accepted it, reaching down to pinch her nipples and getting rewarded with a stream of milk. His eyes widened as he brought his hand to his mouth, licking off the cream before taking a closer look at all three of our bodies. He reached out and touched my tummy, the absurdly large bulge there nearly causing him to forget about little sis, whom grabbed his other hand and pressed it to her own, even larger belly.

 

The realization that we were both hugely pregnant sent him over the edge, his hips jerking up and sending several spurts of cum onto Mommy’s face and boobies before she opened up and swallowed the tip, letting the last few bits run down her throat. This orgasm was bigger than the last, the amount of cum probably doubling, and I was pretty sure his penis had gotten bigger since I started. Not to mention it still hadn’t gone soft.

 

I moved back between his legs, letting Mommy stand next to him and show him the proud belly bulge I’d given her as well, sending his penis back down my throat. It was, indeed, bigger, and I enjoyed forcing it down my throat all the way to the base repeatedly, using the muscles to milk him as I held it inside. I pressed my thumb to the base of his thing, pinching off the flow of cum as I slurped and sucked, driving him higher than ever before as he tried and failed to find real release in my mouth.

 

Mommy and little sis held his hands to prevent him from interfering with me, pressing them to their own kitties until he began finger fucking them. I kept drenching his penis in as much of my saliva as I could, a clear puddle forming on the chair and the floor below as more dripped down. His ball sack was slick with it, tingling slightly as he began making more and more cum for me. I felt his penis growing still more in my throat, at least another two inches long and thickening another inch around.

 

As if they knew what to do, Mommy and little sis let go of his hands at the same time, both flying to my head once again just as I let go of the base of his penis. He shoved me down, holding me there just like before as he erupted. It spurted again and again, the volume far greater this time than both previous ones combined, and I swallowed greedily. For nearly ten seconds he shot down my throat, until I pulled back and let him fill my mouth. The salty sweetness of his cum was heaven to my tongue, the flavor second only to my lovers and making me shudder in orgasm yet again.

 

When the flow finally stopped, I pulled off and we admired Daddy’s new thing for a moment. It twitched and jumped, still slick with my saliva but clean of any cum. I pulled Daddy off the chair, leading him, Mommy and little sis upstairs to the master bedroom before telling Daddy to lie down on his back. Mommy got up on the bed next to him and offered her still leaking boobies, which he began to suckle ravenously as his penis refused to lie still.

 

I pulled my little sis over to him, letting her straddle his penis before grabbing the base and directing it into her now well-used kitty. I forced her to go slow, the tip finally hitting her cervix about 2/3rds of the way in. Only then did I let go, letting her rear back and slam down with enough force to jam his penis past the inner barrier and straight into her womb. The heat from my cum was intense, making Daddy yell curses intermixed with how good it felt.

 

Her huge stomach bounced and jiggled as she moved up and down, never once pulling up far enough to let the tip of his penis slip from her womb. The slapping sounds were obscene, turning me on further as I moved behind Mommy. I’d originally intended to breed her again, but, considering the amount of my cum in her already, it might have endangered her life if I put more in. Instead I crammed my penis up her behind, drawing a yelp of pleasure and a thank you as I began thrusting.

 

Daddy began to moan more through his milking of Mommy, even stopping to tell little sis he was about to cum. Not missing a beat, she continued to bounce on him, asking me if it was ok. Still thrusting myself, I informed her that letting him cum in her would get her pregnant with Daddy’s babies as well as my own, and that she would be in trouble if she let him pull out. Her face lit up at this news, and she started talking dirtier to him, begging him to cum inside her and give her even more babies.

 

It was all too much for Daddy, and he reached down to press her tightly to him as he began cumming yet again. Little sis screamed in orgasm when she felt even more cum flowing into her, thanking Daddy for his sperm all the while. The sight sent me over the edge as well and I sent shot after shot into Mommy’s bottom, bringing her to orgasm as well before she began to vomit up cum, the huge gobs splashing onto the bed and floor, turning into a thick puddle in moments and a large pile by the time I’d finished.

 

Little sis panted on top of Daddy as Mommy fell so that she lay across the bed with her stomach pressed against his head. I pulled myself from her behind and lifted little sis off Daddy, cleaning his still hard penis off. When finished, I walked around again and picked Mommy up, straddling her on his penis and shoving it into her kitty unceremoniously.

 

Her nose and mouth still leaking cum and her boobies still covered in his own dose from earlier, she humped him like no tomorrow. I’d heard them have sex before, but hadn’t quite known what to make of it at the time. The intensity of their grinding surprised me, and I knew that, even though they were mine to command, they still loved each other. I was a little jealous, but knew I’d have plenty of people to work with eventually. Maybe I’d find several that drove me as wild as they drove each other.

 

Not needing any help from me, I let them go at it as I pulled my little sis over to the steaming pile of semen left over from my latest orgasm. Scooping up a handful of it, I rubbed it into her skin, slicking her up all over, paying closest attention to her boobies, kitty, and behind, but making sure to get plenty of it everywhere, even her hair and ears. I finished with quite a lot to spare, leaving her coated in a quarter inch of cum everywhere, so I instructed her to help me eat it. No sense in letting it all go to waste.

 

Her tummy was still very full from when I’d filled her throat a little over an hour ago, so she had trouble swallowing it. But I had commanded it, so she tried as hard as she could, ending up nearly choking as it went down into her lungs. Only then did I allow her to stop, letting her dribble all she couldn’t take into my mouth and then letting her feed me the rest of what remained on the bed.

 

Next to us, Daddy had been pinching Mommy’s nipples again, milk still streaming out every time and coating his chest. He announced that he was about to cum again, and Mommy asked me if it was ok and if she should let him get her pregnant. I scolded her for even having to ask about letting him get her pregnant, but praised her for asking if it was ok to cum yet. I nodded my consent to both and swallowed a large handful of my own cum as they reached peak.

 

I swore I could hear Daddy cumming inside Mommy. The spray was magnificent, making Mommy’s tummy tremble from the force as he held her down tightly. Mommy babbled incoherently in her orgasm, announcing she could feel his sperm fertilizing more of her eggs before screaming one last time and falling to the side, exhausted. Daddy’s penis slipped from her, still hard and ready to go. I had finished my meal, so I crawled over and crammed his penis into my kitty, his and Mommy’s juices still covering it on its way in.

 

Daddy wasn’t ready for it and gasped in surprise, my kitty sucking him all the way in with one stroke. My cervix gripped him tightly, making clear to him he couldn’t leave my womb till both he and I were satisfied. It was delightfully obscene to be fucking my own Daddy with Mommy nearly passed out beside me and my little sister watching intently. He pumped into me as hard as he could, caressing my huge belly and imagining adding his own children to the ones already inside. I egged him on, using my princess voice to beg him to fuck me harder, and I was rewarded with him flipping me over so he could drive into me from behind, my hands and knees on the bed.

 

He rammed into me with his whole body, the springs creaking in protest with every thrust. It was WONDERFUL. I tore the sheets in my long multi-orgasm, each one riding into the next in a sea of blissful release. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVED fucking Mommy and little sis pregnant. The feel of cumming deep inside a woman, knowing your sperm will be flooding their eggs and making their bellies swell with your children was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. But I understood that I was still a female, and that meant being bred, hard and thoroughly, would probably always top breeding others.

 

Somewhere in my orgasm, I heard Daddy ask if he could cum now. I screamed something to the effect that he was to fuck his babies into me as many times as it took to satisfy us, and not a single time less. His response was to buck harder, and I felt Daddy’s sperm flooding into me, his thrusts never once ceasing. The orgasm intensified again, and I grabbed Mommy, pulling her beneath me so I could suckle. I drained milk through my screams, biting her nipples and bringing her to orgasm as well before I felt Daddy’s cum spill into me again.

 

With a quick command, I made my little sister crawl underneath Daddy so that she could lick his ball sack, penis, and my clit, the new sensations making Daddy come again after only a minute or two. I was in heaven. I could feel he’d squirted at least quart of cum into me since we began, each time shooting more than the last.

 

He flipped me onto my back, Mommy moving beside me so she could let me nurse some more. He spread my legs apart as far as they could go, my now even larger belly framed by them as he began to pile drive into me from above. Little sis licked feverishly between thrusts, fingering her own kitty, until Daddy thrust into me one last time, his penis swelling yet again as he released a torrent into my thirsty womb.

 

The volume seemed equal to the total amount he’d spurted since I’d begun his conversion, my belly growing visibly as he flooded my eggs. I wrapped my legs around his waist, refusing to let go even if I knew he wouldn’t try to pull out. Mommy and little sis cried out as well, the scene causing them to cum hard, all four of us basking in a wondrous afterglow.

 

I knew it wouldn’t last, but at this moment I was satisfied. I felt Daddy’s penis going soft inside me, the size still impressive as it popped out without a single drop of cum escaping my kitty, and I knew he was too. As much as I was in control, I knew I needed sex as much as I had food before. My first three thralls were not merely a way to produce children, they were a food source as well. I made sure to keep that in mind as I began planning my next move...

The Goddesses of Sex - part 1: Melinda

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Melinda

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Open wide,” she murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh-huh.”

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

“Uh-huh …”

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

My god. “Damn … you’re good.”

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

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

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

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

Let’s see your chest, Melinda.

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

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

“No … Melinda, not yet.”

She stopped and looked up at me quizzically.

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

“Top or bottom first?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re incredible,” I finished.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Seth?” she asked.

“I … I’m going to cum in my pants …”

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

Her hand reached down and lay across my pulsing lump.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Giving you … a blowjob?”

“That’s my job.”

“Can I try you first?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feel that?” she asked around my lips.

My body shuddered. I barely nodded.

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

“How … how?”

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

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

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

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

I felt the cum well up inside me.

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

“You’d like that?”

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

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

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

“It’s … it’s on the way,” I gasped.

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

Melinda pulled out quickly just as I gasped out loud.

“Oooh, now it’s time,” she whispered.

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

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

That did it. I exploded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh Melinda … that was …”

“I know.” Her head tilted up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My god. I was a foot long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I couldn’t say anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

A girl and her tentacle monster 2

Ryu on Supernatural Stories

The next morning I woke up more refreshed than I could ever remember. I was sure I would be sore all over, especially in my kitty, but I didn’t even feel the least bit tired. I even woke up before my alarm.

As I rolled over to shut it off before getting up, I noticed I felt…heavy. When I flipped off the sheets, I was in for a major shock. My tummy was HUGE! I stared at it in wonder for a long while, eventually rubbing my hand over the skin. I remembered how much of his slime my lover put in me and how he gave me his babies, but I didn’t expect my tummy to be so big so fast!

I remembered at some point that this is how my belly ha

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d looked when he’d left, and I wondered if his slime was still inside me and making my tummy so big. I couldn’t feel any movement inside me either. I got up and headed right for the bathroom, hoping my Mommy or Daddy wouldn’t see me. I could only imagine! Their sweet little girl running around with her nightgown forced up over her swollen tummy.

Luckily, they were either still asleep or downstairs, and I got my first glance at myself in the mirror. I’d seen pictures of Mommy when she had been pregnant with me and both my sisters (I’m the middle child), and I wondered if my tummy was even bigger than hers! Maybe it was because I was so much smaller. I also wondered how I could even stand like this. My tummy stuck out at least ten times the diameter of my formerly tiny waist, but I stood normally and felt no pain or even wobbliness.

My nightgown was far, FAR too small for me now, so I pulled it off. I looked at myself naked in the mirror, standing on my little sister’s step stool for a better view, and couldn’t help but think about how beautiful I seemed to have become. I felt older, more mature, and not just because of my pregnancy. My boobies seemed to have gotten a little bigger, too. I touched them gently and found them as sensitive as last night.

A knock on the door made me jump a bit. My big sis, four years older than me, told me to hurry up and finish, since she had to go. Instantly, my heart sank at the thought of her seeing me. I was happy that my lover had given me this body, but I knew they wouldn’t understand. I fumbled for a response for a moment as I threw my nightgown back on, some silly hope in the back of my mind trying to believe it’d help, only to have her open the door suddenly, apologizing and saying it was an emergency. I stammered for a moment, but she just moved past me and sat down, trying to shoo me out all the while.

I exited a bit confused. Had she been so rushed that she just hadn’t noticed? Was that even possible with how I looked? My questions were quickly shoved aside when I felt my little sister’s hands wrap around me in a hug. She and I were only a year apart, so we were pretty close in height. It struck me as very weird that she didn’t ask about why my tummy was too big for her to reach around, or even react at all to it. She just gave me the same “good morning” like she always did. Now I was REALLY confused. Before I knew it, she was leading me downstairs to have breakfast. Daddy patted us on the head with another good morning, and acted like nothing was wrong. Mommy set a bowl of cereal in front of me, not noticing how difficult it was for me to reach it or scoot up to the table.

Daddy was probably the handsomest man I’d ever met. Maybe I was being unfair to other boys, but I still wished that, if my secret lover couldn’t marry me, I could find one that looked like Daddy. Mommy was very, very pretty, and didn’t look old at all. In fact, I thought she looked WAY better than those skinny girls parading around at the high school. She’d had my big sis just after high school, and married Daddy because of it.

Looking at them made me feel kind of funny for some reason. I noticed things I didn’t before. Daddy’s broad chest and strong arms, the way he kept himself in shape despite working at a desk job, even his scruffy morning beard. I’d always thought it was cool how scratchy it was, and found myself wondering what it might feel like if he kissed me, especially on my kitty. I must have turned red when I thought that, as Mommy wondered if I had a fever. When she felt my forehead, I caught myself staring down her shirt at her boobies, which were a whole lot bigger than mine. I barely remembered her breast feeding my little sis, being told she’d done that for me and my big sis, and began wondering if I could try it again.

That thought had me freaked out a little. I didn’t know where they were coming from, but I kept thinking dirty things about everyone. Like how soft my little sister’s hands were and the heart shape of my big sister’s behind. I quickly excused myself, saying I wasn’t hungry and went off to shower.

The water felt really good, but it didn’t calm me down. I felt funny in my kitty, and it kept getting worse and worse. I started to get really scared, since it’d never happened unless my lover was around before. Maybe his stuff inside me was making me feel this way. I tried pushing, like I was gonna pee, but nothing happened. I tried pressing hard on my tummy, hoping it’d squirt out, but it just made the funny feeling get stronger. Finally, I decided to try and scoop it out.

I admit I hadn’t thought it through. Even though I was in gymnastics and was really good at bending in weird ways, my tummy was just too big to get more than a few fingers into my kitty. Then again, once I did, I was glad. It felt SO good. Almost like when you’ve got an itch you can’t seem to scratch, then you finally get it, only better. I pushed them in and out slowly, teasing my boobies with my other hand while sitting on the floor of the tub as the water fell on me. I grew more and more excited by the second as my juices started to flow out of me and down the drain.

It seemed like hours, but it was only minutes before I was panting heavily. The familiar quivering started in my kitty, followed by a lightning bolt that went from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I clamped the hand that’d been playing with my boobies over my mouth just in time to stifle most of the scream, letting the delightful sensations run through me for a bit before remembering what I was supposed to be doing.

When I’d finished up, Mommy stopped me as I went to my room to get dressed. She worried that I looked flushed, once again feeling my forehead before declaring I had caught a cold. My sisters whined a bit about me getting to stay home for the day, but Mommy wouldn’t have any of it. She made them finish getting ready as she put me back to bed. I felt like my body was starting to heat up as I got in. Maybe I was sick. Maybe that would explain why I felt weird. But I didn’t really think so.

Mommy checked back on me after Daddy took my sisters to school. I’d started sweating a bit now, but the ice pack on my neck felt good. Even through all this, Mommy never said a word about my tummy. She’d even had her hand on it, but she acted like nothing was different. I had so many questions for my lover tonight, but that would have to wait. I was feeling funny again…

 

Mommy checked in on me several more times, the funny feeling getting worse and worse every time she did. Even playing with my kitty didn’t seem to be helping anymore, and I’d squirted at least four more times before Mommy brought me lunch. I must have looked at her funny when I saw it was hot soup, since she just smiled and said that it’d help me get better faster. The ice cold water she brought with it was gone in an instant. I felt like I was on fire, and nothing could quench it. Even eating didn’t help much.

I must not have looked very good, as Mommy decided she was gonna call and get me into the doctor. She leaned in and kissed my sweaty forehead softly, saying she’d be right back. I was a bit confused when she didn’t move for a moment, then I felt her kiss my forehead again. I swear I saw her lick her lips. She stood up looking a bit flustered, almost guilty, and walked out slowly. Part of me wanted her to not to leave.

She came back moments later, and I knew she hadn’t called the doctor yet. Her face wasn’t the same calm, reassuring one she’d shown this morning. She was upset about something, but not with me. She announced she was gonna give me a cold bath to try and bring my temperature down, so I got up, rubbing my tummy absentmindedly as we entered the bathroom.

At first things seemed normal. The water felt pretty good, but it wasn’t getting the fire I still felt inside. Mommy washed my back, slowly singing to me as she did so. As I was trying to decide if my lover getting me pregnant was causing me to feel so strange, I realized Mommy had stopped singing. I heard a deep inhale, and it hit me. She was smelling me! My own mother!

At the same time I thought of how icky that was, something else told me it was a good thing. Mommy seemed to notice I’d been paying attention to her, and quickly began finishing up the bath. She helped me dry off, and I still thought it was strange that, even when she was drying off my swollen tummy, she didn’t even flinch. I’m sure I caught her looking me over in a way mommies shouldn’t.

 

Something was very wrong…

Astoria: Chapter One

RedPillow on Supernatural Stories

Astoria

Chapter One

Death is a usual happening. You can see it in the dust that travels through the air. Destroyed skyscrapers that have collapsed on to the ground below. Rusted vehicles lying dead on the side of the road. The bones and skulls of skeletons hiding within the rubble. It is silent. You can hear the creaking of old metal from buildings delicately swaying in the calm but dirty air. The quiet is interrupted by a scream.

Two figures emerge from the fog as they stumble through the rubble, they are frantically trying to get away from something as if they are being chased. They wear ragged clothing with hoods over their heads. One figure is taller, holding tightly to the hand of the other figure who is smaller in comparison. Their legs are weak as they struggle to run dow

Torrie's new life

Irishguy90 on Supernatural Stories

The evening was still warm but it was just cool enough for a jacket. The sound of a straight pipe engine roared through air as a young woman pulled out of her house and sped down the road. Torrie was her name, she is a 22 year Motorcycle mechanic. She was 5&rsquo

A girl and her tentacle monster 3

Ryu on Supernatural Stories

By now, it was about 1 in the afternoon. Daddy wouldn’t be home till after 6, my little sis was going to a friend’s house for studying, and my big sis had cheerleading practice. The thought of my big sis in her tight uniform had me bothered again. Mommy placed me back in my bed, but I knew something was different. She had a slightly glazed look in her eyes, and it made me excited for some reason.

Then, a crazy icky idea hit me. I had no idea where it came from or why, but once it popped in my head, I couldn’t get rid of it. I just HAD to do it. I reached over and pulled Mommy in for what she probably thought was a hug, but I moved a bit and kissed her full on the lips. I felt her

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tense for a moment, but she didn’t pull back and yell like I was sure she would. When I felt her tongue pushing on my lips, I let it in and stuck my own into her mouth. She was mine now.

Wait…mine? Where did that come from? I didn’t own Mommy.

At least…I thought I didn’t. I absentmindedly began stroking her hair, and I felt her relax. I swore I could feel her mind, telling me I could do what I wanted.

What did I want? I wasn’t even sure anymore. The fire seemed to have stopped being uncomfortable, almost like it was flowing from me into Mommy.

I pulled back for a moment to really look at Mommy. She was panting pretty hard and looking at me as if she was hurt that I stopped. I shared her fire red hair and emerald eyes, and Daddy always told me I might even be her twin when I grew up. I couldn’t really see how, but I just wanted to admire everything that made Mommy so pretty. Her skin was like silk with a tan that just made her glow, her boobies were really big but didn’t sag, her tummy was flat (though I felt the urge to change that), and her whole body was toned from gardening and yoga. Most people would have guessed she was closer to her mid to late twenties rather than thirties.

I noticed she was squirming now, her hands down the band of her skirt and probably playing with her kitty. I felt a rush of anger at this and grabbed her hands, yanking them out to a yelp of protest from her. I couldn’t help but feel I was just watching what happened next rather than made it happen. I heard myself order her to take her clothes off, which she did in short order. I should have been embarrassed to see my Mommy naked like this, but the excitement of it all overloaded that feeling.

I told her to lie down next to me, which she did, and I started suckling and kissing her boobies. She tasted like strawberries. I started hearing myself say things I wasn’t even sure what they meant, but that seemed to get Mommy hot. While I worked on one of her pretty nipples, I pinched the other, making her yelp. I went between both, massaging them over and over again, till I tasted something other than strawberries.

Pulling back, I saw a drop of white coming from the nipple. She was making milk again! I dove for it before I even finished that thought and started sucking hard. Mommy squealed as I fed, her requests getting more and more incoherent. The milk finally quenched my thirst as I spent the next half hour draining her dry. When Mommy tensed up, a sweet scent filled the air that reminded me of when I squirted. She’d squirted too! I heard myself use the word “cum” for it. Is that what that word meant?

As I watched, I pulled Mommy’s hands to my tummy and set them there. She seemed mesmerized as she rubbed it, and it seemed she’d finally noticed. I heard myself tell her all about how it’d happened, how I was now pregnant with hundreds (hundreds!) of mutant spawn, and she soon would be too.

Say what?

My kitty started to feel funny again, but in a very different way as I moved between Mommy’s open legs. I felt something growing from it, rubbing along side the under part of my tummy. When I reached down, I felt something very much like my lover’s penis. It was shocking to say the least! Mommy seemed to cum again when she saw it and heard I was gonna use it on her.

I could see the head of my new penis past my belly, and it was HUGE! Way bigger than Daddy’s, and I’m pretty sure it was bigger than my lover’s. He’d made that one for me, so maybe this one was sized to fit Mommy snugly? I rubbed the top across her kitty, the juice leaking from both making her slippery. Mommy started making mewing noises like a kitten, using words like “fuck” and “pussy” that I’d never heard from her before. The strange feelings from my penis got even more intense when I heard her say that.

The tip of the penis was so big, it wouldn’t fit easily. I felt myself pushing and pushing, Mommy wrapping her legs around me to try and help. I stopped and grabbed her legs, pushing them up till her ankles were next to her ears. I ordered her to hold them there, and she obeyed. With a few more presses, the tip slid in, and I felt myself trying to shove it in as far as I could.

It was ecstasy. Feelings I never knew I could have filled me to the brim. It made me happy to think that this was how my lover felt when he entered me. I seemed to wonder aloud about how tight she was even after three children and nightly sessions with Daddy, and it made her kitty clench on my penis really hard. I’d only gotten about half way in, something like nine inches, when I hit the back of her kitty. Mommy stared at my penis and screamed as she came, knowing she’d be getting all of it whether she wanted to or not.

I started pumping in and out very fast, not sure how I could go at that pace, pounding into the back of Mommy’s kitty with each thrust. She tried to reach down to get me to slow down, but I ordered her to remain where she was. Reluctantly but obediently, she did, her face screwed up in both unbearable pain and incredible pleasure.

Finally it went in. The tip forced its way into her uterus, and I slid in almost to the base with little effort. I felt the back of her womb just as I felt our privates meet, flexing my penis and ordering her to watch as the outline of it could be seen through her skin just past where my belly sat on her. She screamed again, shaking lots harder this time than any of the other ones, and it felt INCREDIBLE when her kitty gripped me.

I watched this whole spectacle from my little perch, not having any control of what I did. I should have been scared, but it felt…right somehow. Even the fact that I was here watching myself have sex with my own mother and enjoying the whole thing didn’t bother me. She was probably twice my size at least, but she was helpless beneath me. The feeling of power made me feel giddy.

What happened next shocked me. I grabbed Mommy’s waist and lifted her up, standing up to the side of the bed while carrying her. I had no idea I was that strong! I lay Mommy’s head and shoulders on the edge of the bed, her ankles over my shoulders as I held tightly to her full hips. She gripped the bed sheets tightly as I hammered into her, making her scream over and over again. My belly jiggled along with Mommy’s boobies with every thrust, and I could swear my penis got even bigger.

I heard myself telling Mommy to beg for my cum. To beg me to “knock her up”. She screamed the words and more, asking me to “impregnate” her. She seemed so happy, saying that we could be pregnant together, just mother and daughter. I laughed and told her she’d have to make room for my sisters. When she screamed me she’d help me get them pregnant too, I felt almost a dam breaking inside me. It was a lot like when I squirted with my kitty, but it was distinctly different with my penis. When I felt something hot and heavy shooting down it, I saw stars.

Once, twice, three times, four times…I lost count of how many times I shot into Mommy. I didn’t care either. It was the most wonderful feeling since my lover had made me pregnant. Through the bliss, I could see Mommy’s tummy start to rise, and I knew the job was done. I scooted her back into the bed, still filling her, and realized I was back in control. I wasn’t just watching as something made me do all those things, I was actually doing them. I could feel stuff shooting out of my penis into Mommy, and I was the one deciding to keep it in there.

Finally I stopped shooting and pulled out. Nothing escaped when I heard the POP of pulling my penis from her womb, or when I pulled out of her kitty with a PLOP. I crawled up onto the bed next to her, rubbing my hand across her swollen tummy as she did the same to me. Much like last night, I saw as my sperm flooded Mommy’s eggs, both of us squirting hard at the image.

Looking at the clock, I saw it was only about 3 PM. With a wicked grin, the other “me” was back and kissing Mommy deeply as I watched.

 We still had lots of alone time left…

A Charmed Life

Sailbad on Supernatural Stories

Chapter 1 - The Capture

There are people of great merit and talent who live out their lives shunning their true potential. People with high intelligence or stunning beauty who actually hide their natural assets to embrace whatever benefits obscurity can afford them. Liz was one such person. Though adroit in intellect with a seemingly endless knowledge in a wide variety of subjects, she never chose to use her skill to advance herself professionally. Likewise, her very fit and curvaceous figure was obscured by a very drab and inconspicuous wardrobe while her elegantly chiseled face with lovely, wide blue eyes was hidden behind big, horned-rim glasses and loose strands of her thick reddish-brown hair. She was often chided by what little company she kept to step out from behind hersel

Night out

dabra on Supernatural Stories

“The night is black, the clouds are back.

From the heights, a shadowed heart waits.” – Unknown writer.

 

That guy knew what he was writing. The night is black, but not so much so that the moon cannot illuminate the noisy city. Ah, cities, with their dense smell of a hurrying population always running after time, people who will never look twice at each other except, perhaps, to eye a beauty –or

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a beast- and hurry on.

From above, the spectacle is hugely gratifying. People moving like busy ants, filling every street, snaking between cars jammed on the roads, such a pleasure to look at! The smell of pollution hangs thickly in the air, as does that of the countless layers of fake scent that people feel the need to wear.

I await on top of an old decrepit building, eyeing those people like a hawk, for indeed I am a hawk amidst scuttling mice. The thought makes me laugh. I am in a good mood at the moment. Probably from the blood roaring through my brain. Every smell is more defined, every sound is a thunderclap in my ears, the smallest insect crawling on a wall is a graffiti sprayed over my eyes.

The rest of my dinner lies discarded behind me. I can still taste it on my tongue. I run my tongue over my still wet lips and moan contentedly. I get up and stretch. It’s time to go hunting again. I barely spare a glance at the ruined body on the cold roof. He was a man in his mid-thirties who exercised regularly but smoked from time to time; his blood was that mush tastier.

Yeah, I just said his blood. What, I didn’t tell you? So silly from my part… I’m a vampire. Uh-uh, that’s right, a bloodsucker. No shit, I ain’t kidding. You still don’t believe me? Look at these. Aren’t they a little big for a normal mouth? Fake teeth? Don’t make me laugh! Those were outdated, like, last millennia! Okay, you need more proof, I can understand. Wait here.

There, see that homeless dude? Watch. No, I can’t fly but I can jump. *comes back after a minute* Stop struggling, you’ll mess my clothes! A’right, you forced my hand… *this part has been censored due to extreme violence and gore* There, you happy? What, you scared now? Oh, it’s the blood… I told him he’d mess my clothes. Well anyway, you believe me now? Oh, you do. Good. Where was I? Yeah, the roof…

The sounds of heavy bass and a guitar solo draw my ears. A rock concert, how charming. And I was getting a little hungry. The fall to the ground floor would kill any man, but then, I am not a man. I barely grunt as my knees bend when I land. I come out of the alley without a care. Let the cops find the two bodies. If they can…

The concert has been going strong for almost an hour when I reach it. An old warehouse, rearranged to house parties and shows like this one. Probably full of wannabe goths and punkers. God, I hate those, they’re so wrong. I shake my head as I walk through the door. What do you mean I can’t go in uninvited? Oh, you saw it in Buffy the fucking Vampire Slayer, so it must be true, that’s what you’re telling me?

*sigh* Forget all you know about vamps. All those books and movies do have something resembling truth in it but they are mostly inaccurate. We can’t fly, we can’t make other vamps just by biting someone, we don’t turn to cinders in the sun, we don’t turn into bats at night to hunt, we don’t dress in black, we don’t fear crosses or bibles. Christopher Pike was probably the closest who came to what we really are.

We can jump very high or fall from great distances without a scratch. We do drink blood, not on a regular basis –there are just so many homeless- but we are quite fond of it. Yeah, it sustains us, blah, blah, blah, crap. We just drink it for fun, it’s like a good wine. We can go a long time without drinking it, but the thirst becomes quite overwhelming at times. We can eat garlic, drink blessed water, walk across running water, reproduce… *wriggles eyebrow* yeah, that way, you pig. But there’s a catch. We can only have kids with other vamps. With an ordinary human, we’re like sterile.

Vampirism is a curse. It’s a disease. It’s a boon. It’s beyond your wildest… no, that won’t do. It’s fucking great is what it is! Yeah, it’s all that. You live forever but sometimes, you wish you were dead. Trust me, I know. Well, back to the story. What about the blood on my clothes, you tell me? This is a concert, I can pretend I dropped a pitcher of syrup on my shirt and I’ll strut in like I’m the shit.

Back to the hunt. The smell of alcohol is heavy in the air. Underage kids are already passed out on the floor and are almost getting trampled on by the hysteric crowd. Black leather and white makeup prevail in the sea of people. I search for the source of all beers, hoping to snag a pretty one on my way.

The bartender looks like a Drill Sarge with his huge biceps and his haircut. He barely spares me a glance but serves me an ice cold one seconds after I call him. Yeah, being a bloodsucking fiend has its advantages. You could say I exude an aura. It varies according to the people around me. Men see me as a pretty average looking fellow, but one you would not want to mess with. They unconsciously avert their gaze and are uneasy around me.

For women, it’s another thing. They sense this magnetism that pulls them despite themselves. I get more that a handful of stares as I sip my Bud. Twenty minutes after I buy my drink, I have already been accosted by half a dozen girls waiting to be fucked and even a couple of men. It’s all quite flattering but I do have my standards.

I hear a voice order a Bud. The voice is sensuous, almost sultry as the bartender hands over the thing. I am intrigued. It cannot be one of those underage anorexic bunnies. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a sparkling black dress sitting on a stool. The bar is the only place worth visiting in this warehouse. The stage is quite far away so the buzz of conversation is audible despite the amplified wails that the singer seems to like so much.

The woman pays me no attention as she sips her beer coolly. I wait and watch. A burly man sits beside her, flashing his Rolex as he hands the bartender a five hundred bill. Gold chains on his arms, gold necklace, gold earrings, a regular pimp with too much to spend.

He tries to fire her up but fails miserably. The woman continues sipping with not a care in the world. He insists, even proposing her money for some time with him. An uncultured swine. She gives him the cold shoulder and a slap. His eyes widen in shock, then outrage and his hand closes into a fist. He raises it and brings it down.

In an instant, I am on my feet. The beefy hand is twice as big as mine but two fingers suffice to block it. He struggles, trying to force me aside but a head butt changes his mind and he staggers to the nearest restroom, holding his shattered nose in one hand. The bartender nods approvingly and I return the gesture. I turn to the woman and get my first good look at her.

She is splendid. Long legs, black knee-high leather boots, a black dress sparkling with black studs, cut low on the cleavage and high on the legs. The hem is maybe four inches below her slender waist. As my eyes travel up, I see what appears to be a C-cup fitted snuggly in the black velvety material. Her face is charming. Green eyes, probably contacts. Defined cheekbones. Full lips, so red, so full of blood. A touch of the delicious liquid touches her cheeks as she murmurs a thank you.

“My pleasure. I dislike seeing women getting bashed.”

“Would you like a drink, as thanks?”

“I already have one,” I say, nodding to my unfinished beer. I have to set the hook firmly before I haul the catch. “But you can grant me a dance.”

She laughs and I mentally approve my choice. She starts a conversation as we drink.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t look at me twice since I sat down.”

“Funny, I noticed the same thing.”

She smiles suggestively. “I like men who do not seem to care.”

“Do I seem not to care?”

“Maybe you do.” There is a twinkle in her eyes as she says that.

I finish my beer just as she does hers and I stand up, offering my hand. She smiles, takes it, gets up and follows me to the dance floor. Dance floor is a wrong word. These people do not dance; they jump around like crazy, trying to squash their bodies together. It is kind of fun, if you have a busty babe grinding herself into you with every move.

She tosses her jet black hair around as she wipes her head as crazily as everyone around her. The band starts a tune that doesn’t seems like fingernails scratching a board and I start jumping too. Soon after, as our bodies get heated and closer, she presses her ass into my crotch and squeezes my left butt cheek. I know I have her, now. Her name is Rina and she wants to go someplace more private.

I take her to my apartment. On the way, she clings to my arm, giggling like a drunken schoolgirl. We stagger inside and her mouth is on mine as soon as the door is closed. My coat drops to the floor in no time and her tongue explores the confines of my mouth.

She pulls back and giggles once more. Her cheeks flare beautifully and I have to restrain myself not to bite her right now. She darts away as I try to snag her arm. She saunters to the bedroom and drops on the bed in a seductive pose. I smile appreciatively. She slowly lowers the straps holding her loose dress over her bare shoulders and slides them down her arms, moving slowly and so sexily.

Her milky breasts burst free as soon as the cloth is down to her navel. She shows off her navel ring, a single metal loop with a jade stone. The dress finds its way to the floor and she remains clad in her panties and her boots. I reach for my buttons and slowly undo them, slipping my shirt off my chiseled body. Interest sparks in her eyes as she studies the hard sinews under my skin.

My black pants are next. I unbuckle my belt and let them slide to the floor of their own accord, then step out of them. My dick is already tenting my boxers. It aches for release but I have something else to do right now. She spreads her legs as I move my lips to her pussy. A gentle kiss on the fabric than I kiss her mouth with all the passion in me. She nibbles on my lower lip as my hands cup her titties. A moan escapes her as I massage them gently.

My tongue touches hers and we dance a ballet of love in our mouths, exchanging saliva like two sex-crazed teens. I pull back and latch onto a breast. The skin is so smooth, I cannot resist. A sharp cry tells me I have bitten a little hard. No matter. As I suck some of her blood, she moans in the pleasure that pain gives. My tongue swirls around the nipple, licking it and sucking on it. I kiss her again and she tastes her own blood.

I take off her panties and the scent of her womanhood assaults my nostrils. My cock twitches in its confines. I drop my head to her legs and proceed to please her. She moans and bucks as my tongue does the movement I have practiced so long. She almost comes as she grinds my face into her cunny with her hands. I pull back just in time to avoid her orgasm. She pouts but quickly smiles when I lower my boxers.

My dick is not that big but, what with science, it has grown to a decent eight inches long and half again an inch wide. I pump it a few times and a bead of precum oozes out of the slit. Her full lips part as I guide it into a waiting hole.

I moan as her tongue licks my dickhead. The tiny piercing on her organ brings me pleasure like I have rarely known. She moves up and down my shaft, taking it fully into her mouth and throat. She sucks it enthusiastically and I moan all the while. After studying Tantric arts and the Kama Sutra in depth, I have become something of an expert on holding back my ejaculation. She has been sucking me for a good fifteen minutes before I gently tug on her hair and pull myself out. She looks disappointed but a quick kiss on the lips calms her.

Her tongue meets mine briefly as we embrace and fall on the bed. She spreads her legs as I place my dickhead at the entrance of her warm pussy. I tease her a little, rubbing it all over her lips, parting them with my fingers and rubbing myself along her slit. She lets out an exasperated groan and tries to force me inside her. I laugh as I plunge fully into her glory hole.

The feeling is great. I moan as her tightness slowly convulses around my length. She squeezes me through her inner muscles and smiles as I try to pull back. She laughs as I half-heartedly try to escape her clutches. I lean over and bite her right breast. She squeals as blood flows to my mouth again. My mind swoons and it is all I can do to resist draining her dry.

I retreat and thrust inside her mechanically at first, getting the engine started. She warms up and I become more forceful. I push her up the mattress with every thrust, pressing down and forward. She wraps her slender legs around my waist and moans every time I am in her. I use my not inconsequential strength to lift her up, legs still around my waist, and carry her to the wall.

There, I press her back against the cold white paint and proceed to hump her with almost inhuman speed. Being a vampire has many advantages. As I pound her already sore cunt, she orgasms, sending juices running down my legs and hers, wetting the wall behind her. I still do not stop and continue my relentless assault. She has another one right after the first. She hangs on to dear life as I slam her back into the wall. She will be sore if she survives the night.

As she climaxes, I let myself go, emptying my balls into her womb. As the throes of a toe-curling orgasm hits her, she arches her back, presenting me her delicious neck. I bite her and she squeezes me in a muffled scream. The blood flows form the tiny wounds in her flesh and I suck greedily. She begins to release my body as she grows steadily limper. I enjoy biting them beautiful gals while they’re in immense pleasure. It makes their blood rush to their head and the added adrenaline is exquisite. I let go of the corpse’s neck. Her head hangs loosely at her side. Her body is still warm and I am still hard. I thrust inside her for good measure and withdraw. She slides to the floor, joining what little blood I could not drink and the puddle of our secretions.

I wipe myself on her clothes and throw them at her side. My recent activities have energised me. I am positively humming with power. I dress more appropriately, a clean shirt and slacks. The night is still young and I can hunt during the day I must. I stuff the body in a large black bag and cram it into my trash. The blood I wipe with some regret. The girl is no longer on my mind. There will be others, prettier than her and more experienced. If they are good enough, I will let them live.

I take the trash upstairs, on the roof. After a few bounces, I am well away from the crime scene. I dump the body in a heap of junk on a highway. Another victim of a sex crazed wacko. The police will let it go as soon as they see they have no proof. As I head back to my apartment, I pick up a peculiar smell. I stop and smile. Glancing down, I see a couple of teenagers getting it on behind a couple of bushes. I drop down and observe them.

Voyeurism is nice from time to time and I wait until they are finished. The boy hastily puts his clothes back on and vanishes. The girl looks at him with disgust and tries to find her clothes. I can hear her weeping. I emerge from my cover and walk towards her. She might need comforting and the night is still so young…

 

 

The Willow Chronicles Part 2: Tara

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The Willow Chronicles #2

Tara

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The summer had been fairly boring thus far. I had been stuck at home most of the time watching my brother and helping mom in our garden. Occasionally my friends would come by and we would go to my room and talk, or go hang out somewhere. I preferred it when we went and talked in the woods. I’ve always liked the woods and the outdoors. I couldn’t wait for my friends to come over, aside from releasing me from my boredom we would talk about my OTHER favorite subject...BOYS

We would talk about all the boys we knew: who was seeing whom, who

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had actually been kissed or more. I was seventeen and one of the oldest of our group, but I was by far one of the least experienced. I had kissed Charlie Framner twice but that was it. Most of the guys thought I was odd because I believed in magic. I didn’t know any of course, but I believed in it. I wished that I could do magic, wished that I could cast some spell that would make some boy fall madly in love with me. He would take me back into the woods and make love to me under the trees. I had always fantasized about losing my virginity in the forest under the ancient trees, close to the spirits of the woods.

One day Erica came by, she asked if I could get away for the night. She said she had something to show me, and that I couldn’t pass this up. It took some doing, but I managed to talk my mom into letting me stay the night at Erica’s (at least that’s what we told her)

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We got on our bikes and headed off down the trail through the woods toward Erica’s house. Erica had been acting differently for the last week or so. She seemed happier, more confident, more secretive, and I was Interested in finding out which guy was at the bottom of it.

About halfway down the trail Erica stopped and got off her bike. When I pulled up next to her she said, "Let’s take a detour." Then she turned off the trail and walked her bike off through the trees.

"Where are we going?" I asked when I caught up to her.

In response she raised her right hand out flat and paused for a moment and concentrated. After a couple of seconds her hand started to glow slightly and then a match size flame came up from the center of her palm and hovered about an inch above her hand. She looked at me and smiled.

"I’ve been learning." She said.

I was so startled I almost wet myself.

"How?!" I asked.

Erica motioned off into the woods and said, "SHE taught me. She’s taught me many things. And she wants to meet you, if you’re willing. Trust me; she could answer your prayers in ways you couldn’t even begin to imagine."

"Exactly who is SHE?" I asked.

Erica held up the flame again and winked. "SHE, as I said, is the answer to your prayers. Think about it Tara, Magic, like we’ve always dreamed of. There’s more, so much more."

"But, aren’t we headed toward the old willow?" I asked.

"That’s where she lives, in a manner of speaking". She said. "Trust me. I’ve been going there for years. It’s not what all the old stories say it is. However, all those old legends keep people away, so it’s a nice private, secret place."

"So, what’s she like?" I asked.

"She’s very old," Erica said "and very beautiful. She’s very warm and loving and wise. However, I must tell you, she’s so unlike anything you could possibly expect that your first meeting will be scary. Mind-bendingly terrifying in fact."

"What do you mean?" I asked. I was beginning to get worried.

"In order for you to learn to use magic, she first has to make it so that you can channel magic, and THAT doesn’t feel good at all, at first." She said.

"What; what does she have to do to you?" I asked.

"Don’t worry about it. It’ll happen or it won’t. Listen, do you want to always be the same person you’ve always been, or do you want to become something more."

I thought in silence for a while. Magic, what I’ve always dreamed of, but what would I have to do for it? Something about Erica’s tone made me a bit nervous. I thought about how boring my life was and the possibility of something different.

"Lead on." I said, and we continued our walk.

The old willow tree. There are old stories and legends about that place, about how it used to be used by the witches for their ceremonies and sacrifices a couple of hundred years ago. They say that the spot is haunted to this day and that when people go there, bad things happen to them. I was nervous about going but Erica had said that she had been going there for years so I trusted her.

The old willow tree was about two miles off the main trail, but apparently Erica’s coming and going had kept a visible trail for us to use. After awhile we came to the clearing where the willow stood. I was astonished. The thing was HUGE, and it was beautiful. It must have been thousands of years old. The clearing itself was idyllic, almost perfectly circular with the willow in the center and a cool clear stream running through, near the outer roots. We walked our bikes in and parked them under the tree. Erica took off her shoes and socks and went wading in the water.

"Take off your shoes and come on in." She said. "The water’s great!"

I took off my shoes and socks and joined her. We waded in the water for a while. It was wonderfully relaxing. It was a hot sunny day and the cool water felt perfect on my feet.

"So what is it that has to be done to me?" I asked. "What do I have to do?"

"You have to surrender, you have to sacrifice yourself, sacrifice what you are in order to become what you can be."

I blinked, confused. "And what exactly am I that I need to sacrifice?"

Erica smiled and took my face in her hands. She leaned in, kissed me lightly on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "A virgin".

I gasped, somewhat alarmed. "You brought me all the way out here to get LAID...?"

"No." She said. "I brought you out here to join a very secret and elite sisterhood. Getting laid; in a manner of speaking, is just the initiation into that sisterhood. It’s one of the perks as well."

I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say. Alarms were going off everywhere, my mind screamed "NO" but my mouth said, "O.K.". I thought, "Holy-shit, did I just say that?". Erica smiled again, took me by the hand, and led me back under the vines of the willow. A little ways before the trunk she stopped and turned to face me again.

"Tara," she said, "I want you to meet someone very special." She stepped off to the side and I saw something beyond where she had been standing. A large bunch of vines descended clear to the ground. They all suddenly twisted themselves together and they started to shimmer. Many vines seemed to detach and swirl down into the shimmer as it got stronger. Within seconds the entire bunch of vines had detached and become part of this swirling, shimmering mass. Just as suddenly as it had started, it disappeared. In its place stood the most stunningly beautiful women I had ever seen. She appeared to be in her early twenties. Her skin was like fresh milk. She had straight black hair that went to her ankles. She looked like a young goddess with garlands of flowers and leaves around her head, her hips, her wrists and ankles. Other than that, she wore nothing at all.

She looked at me with deep penetrating green eyes and said something to me but I couldn’t hear it. It seemed as if her voice were coming from far away. Erica looked at me and said, "She wants to know if you come to here to learn, if you are willing to sacrifice what you are, to become what you were meant to be? Be warned however; once you say yes, there is no turning back, and what will happen will happen, whether you wish it or not."

I was still stunned; I couldn’t believe that this was real, that I had seen what I had just seen. Fear and anticipation were building up inside me. I’d heard stories about how your first time was supposed to hurt and all, but I wasn’t sure if it applied here. I was totally out of my depth and for the first time I just went with it. I said, "Yes."

The lady said something again and Erica seemed to translate "Then do not be afraid, what will happen, will happen, and at the end it will all be worth it."

With that, Erica smiled at me and walked away, leaving me alone with the lady. SHE walked slowly up to me with a beautiful, mysterious smile on her face. Just before she reached me I felt something suddenly wrap around my wrists and my arms were pulled all the way up and out like a Y! I was about to let out a scream of fright when she suddenly stepped all the way up to me and put her hand over my mouth. She made a shushing motion with the other hand and took her hand away from my mouth. Then she leaned in and kissed me, and kissed me again, deeply. She slowly unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands up under, to my breasts. I was about to panic. I had never been touched before and I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.

She undid my bra and slowly started trailing kisses down my neck and then my body. As she got lower, more vines came up and ran up the arms of my shirt; the vines lifted and my shirt and bra were lifted over my head and away leaving my breasts exposed. I was terrified at having someone else looking at them but then she took one of my nipples in her mouth and my heart skipped a dozen or so beats. She took the other nipple between her fingers and squeezed and rubbed lightly and I almost came off the ground. She slowly worked her way down till she came to my skirt; she ran her hands gently over me and down my sides, gently brushing off my skirt and panties.

I had never been naked in front of another person before and my mind was reeling with everything from elation to terror. Just when I thought that things couldn’t get anymore unreal something wrapped around each of my ankles and my legs were pulled off the ground, up and behind me, in opposite directions. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I was hanging naked, face down, about six feet off the ground, suspended like an X by my wrists and ankles.

A shot of fear ran through me and I started to tremble. She noticed this and kissed me and whispered something in my ear. It still sounded like something coming from miles away and I couldn’t quite make it out, but I think she was trying to tell me to be calm. My fear turned to absolute shock when I felt her palm slide down the length of my belly and up between my legs. I gasped out of fear and humiliation when I felt her hand explore my girlhood and run a finger slowly over and around my clit. Yet it sent a secret thrill of excitement through me at the same time.

"So this is what it is like to be touched by another." I thought. As if in answer to my thought, she looked at me and smiled and silently mouthed "yes"

She reached up and took my face in both hands and kissed me verry, verry deeply. As she did so, I felt something wrap around my hip joints and suspend my lower body from there. My legs were spread as wide as they would go and I felt fleshy vines wrap around and start caressing my breasts. I suddenly gasped in terror when I felt a pair of hands (hers were on my face) spread my girlhood as wide as IT would go. I finally let out a little shriek of fear when I felt a tongue start gently licking me down there. She looked at me and mouthed "you taste good."

I felt a pair of lips wrap around my clit and my terror evaporated. I felt pleasure like I had never imagined start to course through my body. I couldn’t help it; my body started to tingle and started to move on its own. More and more vines wrapped themselves around me and held me still. Though I couldn’t move anymore, the rest of the vines supported my body and my legs taking the weight off of my wrists and ankles.

She kissed me for a few moments more then backed away. She walked around me and stepped up close between my legs and I was lowered slightly. I could feel her put her hands on me, caressing me from my mound up over my butt and lower back. I felt another slight thrill of fear at this and I trembled a little. She came back around me and smiled, then turned and walked toward the trunk. Then, almost as if she were insubstantial, she walked into the trunk, and disappeared.

O.K. now I was starting to freak out a bit. The lady just disappeared into the trunk of the tree and I was still hanging here being licked and sucked by I couldn’t see who. It felt SOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! I didn’t know what was happening to me. Was I going crazy? I was caught between pleasure and terror, and pleasure was quickly winning.

I was slowly lowered to the ground. My knees were spread as wide as they would go and my ankles were pulled out even farther and I was set down in sort of a kneeling position, with my body parallel to the ground, my arms still outstretched. The pleasure built for some minutes. My body began to tingle, then to tremble. I was wrapped so thoroughly I couldn’t do much more than that, except maybe shake my head. Even my fingers were splayed out and held, all except my head, which was left free. While I was trembling, I felt another pair of hands caress my butt cheeks for a few moments and then spread and hold my cheeks as wide apart as they would go. This caused another sudden shock of fear, which caused me to tremble even harder. But the pleasure...wOw...The pleasure soon made me forget that I had ever been afraid.

The pleasure became so intense that it became almost unbearable. Something was building up inside of me that again woke the fear in me. It was too intense. I was breathing heavy but I couldn’t seem to get any air! I started to tremble uncontrollably! I felt like I suddenly had to pee! Then BANG!! The world suddenly shattered in an explosion of light! The shards of that world swirled inward and formed a tunnel of pure pleasure, from right between my legs right into the core of my being. I heard someone screaming off in the distance, and then I realized it was ME who was screaming. My body was so tensed up it was rigid and convulsing a little. Then, just as suddenly, the feeling was over. I lay there in my bonds crying. It felt SO WONDERFUL, yet SO FRIGHTENING that I couldn’t figure out which I was crying for. The mouth kept licking me and sucking me and the fleshy vines kept caressing my breasts and soon began to soothe my crying. The pleasure began to build again and before long, I was trembling again. My mind was racing! I didn’t know if I could take it again, or if I could survive it even!

As the feeling was building again, three vines descended in front of me. One was almost two inches thick with a curious red cap-shape on the end of it. The other two were smaller, but suddenly twisted about eight or ten inches of their ends together to make a single corkscrew shape about the same thickness as the first one. The corkscrew looked wet, as if it were coated in oil. The three vines snaked their ends toward me.

I suddenly realized what was about to happen to me and I wanted to scream in fear. I maybe relatively well developed, but I’m pretty small. Those things couldn’t possibly fit in me. I would be ripped in half. I was too afraid to even scream. All I could do was cry, tremble and await what was going to happen.

Another thick vine came down and pinned my chest and shoulders to the ground so that my behind was straight up in the air. I was being held completely open by the vines and hands. I was trembling harder now from fear than from pleasure. The vines on my breasts and mouth on my clit were working overtime to win out over the fear.

I felt something round, very hard and very large press up against the opening of my girlhood. I think I must have peed a little or something because it was very slippery there and I felt myself stretched as the head of it slipped in just a teeny bit. I bit back a tiny shriek of fear and discomfort. Then something just as large, but strangely shaped pressed up against my butt hole. This one was slippery and butt was stretched open a tiny bit. I started crying even harder in fear.

They stopped for a bit while my fears were washed away by the things caressing, licking and sucking me. It took a couple of minutes but I started to drown in the sensations again and again I started to feel the knot of pleasure build up inside of me. Once more I started to tremble and shake, it was happening again. The world condensed to a single point and then fell off a waterfall. My body clenched up under the power of it. I screamed in pleasure.

My scream of pleasure was cut short by a blood-curdling shriek of pain as the thing at my girlhood suddenly pushed into me with terrible force. I was stretched until I finally felt something rip and then I was stretched farther. At that instant, the thing at my butt pressed into me just as hard. My scream rose so high it must have gone beyond hearing. I almost fainted. I never could have imagined that this much pain existed in the whole universe and it just kept getting worse and worse as these two great things split me open deeper and deeper. It took several shrieking seconds of pressing slowly but unstoppably for the one in my girlhood to reach the very depth of me. The one in my butt pressed in for a couple of seconds longer. The next ten minutes or so was the most painful experience of my entire life as the two giant things slowly pushed in and out of me. It felt like I was being split open by a pair of fenceposts and they were so hot they almost burned. I could feel myself bleeding down there.

After a while her face came up out of the ground like a ghost. I felt one arm wrap around my neck and she kissed me very deeply. At the same time I felt her other hand on one of my breasts, gently caressing it. I could feel love emanating from her like heat from a fire. It was almost overwhelming. I screamed, I cried, I begged her to make it stop and to take them out of me. Soon I couldn’t scream anymore so I lay there and sobbed.

She put her mouth to my ear and I could hear her now, and she told me, "Be calm, my child, do not fear. It only hurts the first time and the pain will pass. Relax your body; surrender yourself to it, to me, and it will pass and I will show you wonders untold.

I cried for a few minutes, but then the thing licking at my clit started to make its presence known again, and very slowly my body started to relax. As I started to relax, the pain started to subside, which allowed me to relax a little more. Soon the pain was overrode by a feeling of wonder at how it felt, and then it began to feel...good! I surrendered myself to her completely.

My breasts and lips started to tingle, then my whole body. The tingle got so intense that it started to feel like my body was on fire, and I was loving every second of it. The two things inside me slowly began to speed up and after a while they were pounding in and out of me hard and fast. I moaned and screamed in both pleasure and fright. While this felt WONDERFUL, I was still being stretched WAAAAAYYYYY past the point of full in two places down there and I was worried that I might finish ripping all the way any second.

This went on for quite a while, several hours I think, and all the while I screamed and cried and trembled in soul searing pleasure. The whole time she held me and comforted me, and loved me. She whispered things into my ear, things I would only remember later. Things of magic and mystery and wonders untold, and pleasures undreamed of. I had no control over my mind or body, I was lost upon a sea of pure sensation and it was more than I could take. A familiar feeling slowly began to build in me again, only now it was ten times more intense because it was coming from inside me.

The feeling built and built and I knew that this would be the death of me, and I was afraid. The feeling that I had to pee came again and then suddenly it happened. The entire UNIVERSE condensed into a single point...and then exploded. I shrieked and clenched up so hard around the two spears that I thought that I was finally coming apart. My body began to convulse, my heartbeat became irregular and I was hyperventilating.

I was absolutely terrified at how strong this feeling was. The pleasure was so strong it was unbearable; and it was getting stronger. The two great spears kept pounding in and out of me, making the orgasm more and more powerful. I was going out of my mind in a mix of mind shattering orgasm and mind shredding terror. I thought I was dying. I thought I was coming to life. I couldn’t think.

It finally became so confusing and frightening that I screamed "PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!!" But they just kept pounding me, each thrust making the orgasm even stronger. My breathing stopped. I think my heart even stopped. Just then the two spears VERY suddenly pulled out of me and the orgasm simply exploded. It became a hundred times more intense. It was more than anyone could have taken, and with a shriek both of pleasure and terror I finally lost consciousness...

I don’t know how long I was out. I remember that it was still light out before I passed out, but now it was dark and the moon was up. I had been released. I was lying naked in the grass and vines were caressing me and soothing me. I felt mouths and hands all over my body and saw that they were all attached to vines. The three vines that had opened me were hanging nearby. They were covered in my virgins’ blood but they seemed to be soaking it up. Mouths were licking between my legs, cleaning me.

I felt like I was positively glowing, however, my butt and my girlhood...no...womanhood were SO SORE that I wanted to cry. Closing my legs...sorry, not happening. Not today, probably never again. I couldn’t even think about moving so I laid there in a daze for several hours. She spoke to me again. I couldn’t see her anywhere, but I could hear and FEEL her everywhere. I rolled my head to the side and saw Erica naked on the ground not far from me. It looked as if something similar had happened to her, but she didn’t look quite as sore as I felt.

It was a little before sunrise when Erica walked over to the puddle of still sore quivering Jell-O that was me, smiled lovingly and said; "Welcome SISTER." She held up both hands and a small flame lit in each one. "Now we are two," She said, "and soon we will be more."

Eventually I was able to close my legs and move again. We found our clothes in the dark and got dressed (my panties hurt, so I just stuffed them in my backpack). We walked our bikes away (bicycle seat...I don’t think so). I walked bow-legged the entire way to her house. Erica tried to teach me the flame spell on the way but the only thing I could think about was how sore I was. After a little bit she looked at me with an understanding smile and fell silent the rest of the way.

Erica’s parents were out of town for a couple of days so we both just collapsed onto their huge bed. Erica was asleep almost before her head hit the pillow and I was not far behind. As I drifted off to sleep I started remembering the things SHE had said and shown me, and I was happy. I knew that my life would no longer be lonely or boring.

It was the hardest thing that I had ever done, but it was totally

The First Ones

Darkphyre on Supernatural Stories

I am a vampire. I can tell you how it came to be, but you would be reviled by the story.

What’s that? You want to hear? Okay then, I’ll tell you.

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It was the end of all hope. The angels had fallen and the gods had ascended. They left me stuck here in the midway planes. I was the last heavenly warrior of Earth. Although the good had raised or lowered, I could not. This was my place. It was my task alone to rid the world of its last scourge, to purify it for all time.

The scourge of which I speak was a demon by the name Tagin’Don. He was a beastly creature to behold. His skin was course, sprouting rough black hair from all over. He was a demon, I was an angel. My task was clear - Destroy he who would eat hum

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I was not fully forewarned of Tagin’Don’s power though. I was never prepared for his hypnotic influence in the time that I finally caught up with him Had he stopped running from me? Most likely. He made no attempt to flee when I brandished my sword of fire in his direction.

‘Bow down and accept your fate demon!’ I commanded. ‘No one has defeated the sword of Michael!’

‘Then it pleases me to be the first,’ he sneered as the righteous fire engulfing my sword’s blade extinguished.

It did not matter though. It wasn’t the fire that made this sword so destructive.

‘You angel, should bow before me. Renounce your lord and let me truly save you!’

‘Never!’ I shouted against the rising winds, but already I could feel my control faltering. His power was having its effect on me, the fire was what had kept me safe before. Without it I could not withstand Tagin’Don.

His dark body slipped closer to me.

‘Put down the sword.’

My mind shouted at me to ignore his command, but it may as well have commanded me to stop breathing. I dropped the sword, my hands falling to my side. Tagin’Don stepped closer still. I could feel his hot breath as he moved towards my neck. I knew of his bite, the one that had taken a thousand mortals to their death.

‘No,’ I mouthed.

Tagin’Don hesitated. Could he have actually stopped simply because I wanted him to? No. He had suddenly formed a better plan.

The darkened demon cut through my armour with his claws. The flimsy metal fell to the ground, my dress beneath falling with it. I was naked and defenseless afore him. And clearly he was pleased. He stepped closer still, his twitching member rubbing against me.

Silently commanded, my body fell backwards into the soft earth. Tagin’Don’s weight came down upon me. I was frightened, and dismayed, but he overpowered me.

‘Don’t resist,’ he said calmly. And I didn’t. Even though I was on the verge of losing everything, part of me didn’t care. I was here, and it felt, falling in love. ‘Embrace me.’ Those words bore my final doom.

My delicate, white skinned arms wrapped around Tagin’Don’s neck. I kissed him with the passion of a millions lives. My soft tongue danced with his rough forked tongue. Our bodies felt the same lust building within us. For both of us such a union was forbidden, but we never stopped.

Our kisses turned deeper. Our hands bushing the lengths of our mismatched bodies. My pussy glistened in anticipation of its first time, Tagin’Don’s cock was growing, but not rigid like mortal cocks, his was more like a tentacle, and it rubbed itself over me while the two of us kissed.

Tagin’Don’s kisses lowered, descending to my supple breasts, licking and sucking on my nipples. His roving cock moved to get beneath me. He rubbed along my back, working towards my petite ass. The skin on his cock was smoother than the rest of him, and I wanted to feel it working inside me; which apparently it knew as it rubbed along my crack to find my tiny anus.

‘Take me!’ I moaned, Tagin’Don had just chewed on my nipple, but he acted not in a rough way, he wasn’t even controlling me now. He was loving me as I was him.

Slowly, his flexible member worked its way inside my tight little hole. Drawing itself out, inch by painful inch, teasing me. Tagin’Don’s body didn’t move as his cock thrust inside me, extending and retracting itself. I was in heaven on earth. I ran my fingers through Tagin’Don’s thick black hair.

His breath was coming in shorter, sharper gasps. His time was coming. Then he stopped. His cock sliding back out of my little asshole. I squirmed down, trying to keep him in, But I needn’t have. Out of ass hole, his cock lifted itself to my pussy, rubbing its tip along my pink folds. I moaned lightly, and gasped as it pushed inside me, stretching my virgin pussy as it had my ass.

He pushed against my hymen, threatening to break it. He could fuck me now without even touching it, I knew from having him in my ass so comfortably, but it came down to Tagin’Don and his sensational tool.

Tagin’Don was a mind reader, that much of his power I had known. And he was clearly reading my thoughts as he continued sucking on my breasts, growing in intensity. His cocked snaked deeper, he seemed to be coiling himself inside me. The thrusting felt amazing, my juices flooded his shaft, soaking his deep set balls.

I screamed as Tagin’Don’s cock pushed itself fully into me, his balls slapped against my ass as his hips took up a thrusting pattern. I felt some pain as his now wide cock broke through my delicate hymen. My virginity was gone, And Tagin’Don was almost spent. I wanted his cum deep inside.

I wrapped my long white legs around Tagin’Don’s ass, pulling him deeper with every thrust. His cock bashed against my cervix, threatening to push deeper, and I wanted him to. I clutched him tighter, as I felt his first shot of cum splash inside me. He continued his thrusting, pushing more and more of himself inside. He was getting thicker. I could feel him really stretching me. Spurt after spurt he shot inside me.

In that instant, a light glowed nearby. An archangel had arrived to sentence us. He reached out his hand as Tagin’Don and I fulfilled our loving act. A white flame passed between us. The archangel spoke.

‘You have sinned Ariana. Now the two of you shall share your gifts and have them as curses!’

My demon lover and I were too wrapped up in what we had done to listen to the archangel.

Later though I found myself hungry in a way I had never been before. Hungry in a way I knew was bad. I craved for blood. This was the curse I had been granted, and my only gift was immortality. Suddenly, it dawned on me what had happened. I had become a demon, and Tagin’Don had been granted the eternal life of the angels. We would hate each other for what we had become… Vampires. Two breeds. One bestial, the other angelic. A world apart.

My Sexy Phantom

princess_airi on Supernatural Stories

It was early morning at NAFCO headquarters and everyone was at their stations. The smell of coffee and assorted teas tickled the nose of whoever entered the room. No one seemed happy about being back at their jobs. That is, no one except Rika and Jessie, two lovely women; I am about to tell you their story.

This is not a story about romance. It's not about some wild goose chase as someone tries to figure out what happened to someone who went missing or was murdered. It's just a story to fulfill your wildest sexual fantasies. I for one hope it does just that.

This is a story about two lovers, women, who take on a serious problem. Their co-worker, Dorian, is way too shy in their opinion. Will they bring him out of his shell, or

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will he surprise them both entirely?

Yours Truly,

 Airi

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The two women sat at desks that had been adjoined by request. They could not work alone, not these two. You could say they were like twins, functioning on the same molecular level as women who had been born in the same womb. But they were not like identical twins. Although, they did have a lot in common, there were also many differences that separated these two imps from each other.

Rika had always been the more plump and juicy of the two women. She had long red-brown hair that was silky and straight. Her breasts were full and round, nearly spilling out of their restraints. Her hips were curvy to the point that you might have thought they belonged on someone else. Her eyes seemed to go on forever, their many shades of green swirling around and around.

Always the more daring of the two; she wore bright colors, tight short skirts, and low dipping tops. There wasn't a day in the history of her life in which she hadn't been caught flirting with someone, it was expected of her. But no one dared call her a whore. She had her limits, and she never went to bed with anyone whom she hadn't known as a friend.

Now, Jessie,... Hmmm. You could say Jessie was the all around elegant type. Skinny as a rail, she had on numerous occasions been told she needed to eat something more and to gain weight. Yet she wasn't the skinny that people called anorexic. Jessie was the shorter of the two women at five feet and four inches. Her breasts were only the size of one's palm, perky and delicate. Her hair was the color of the sun, blonde with different shades of gold as it spiraled down in waves over her shoulders. Her eyes were a color that was always changing; from deep blue to the color of a cloudy sky, they never stayed the same shade of blue.

Jessie's preference in clothes was like her body, enchanting and elegant in every way. She wore deep, lush colors that skimmed her body like a silky blanket. Her tops were always the highest fashion, hinting at her cleavage but never giving full view; and her bottoms were always silky and black. Whether she wore a skirt, dress, or pants her clothes always went with her mood. Today, though, she wore a full skirted, halter dress with a slit to show off her lovely new stockings.

Rika and Jessie had always been best friends, since the age of five years old. They had been neighbors neither and had ever seen a single day without the other. They had planned on going to the exact same college and graduating with the same degree as the other. It hadn't been until their College days, however that they began experimenting on themselves. Now they worked as secretaries within the many walls of NAFCO. They absolutely loved their jobs, and even more, they loved what came after the busy work days when they got to go home for the night.

It was a quiet day at NAFCO head quarters in Los Angeles as Rika's eyes stared blankly at the computer screen in front of her. It was full of all of the previous court case files that had been finished. Only being half awake after last nights ventures, she deleted every last file.

"Bye-bye files!" She laughed almost hysterically. It was only when she began to really think that she stopped laughing and sat up in her chair. "Wait a second..." She paused. "Jessie!" cried Rika "I did something stupid!"

Jessie got up and rushed over to her friend's desk, only to shake her hips and bite down a laugh. "Oh that's no problem to retrieve." She quickly checked the recycle bin and got everything out. "Why didn't you take the ginseng? You silly girl!"

Rika shrugged her shoulders and sat up with composure. Ever since Jessie could remember, Rika had been a ditz. She had always wondered if the forces had accidentally switched up their hair color. Perhaps it wasn't the blonds who were ditzy by nature, though. Perhaps it was the nature of redheads. Who knew?

Their day went by just like any other, filling out case files and other kinds of paperwork, trying to calm down irate customers on the phone, and helping their boss figure out how to manage things without driving him crazy. In Jessie's opinion their boss was a perfectionist. If everything was not running smoothly, he had a panic attack over it. Hours later they were walking side by side down the main hallway, glad to be done for the day and looking forward to the evening ahead.

"So, did you give Dorian the instructions to our house and how he would have to 'ahem', take care of our pets?" asked Jessie, removing her keys from her purse.

Dorian was one of their co-workers whom Jessie and Rika thought needed some work in the love department. They were fond of him, in a friendly sort of way, and planned on getting him into action. They knew he had a crush on another woman, Cassy Delocroix. They discovered it when they both caught him in the bathroom one day, masturbating and moaning out her name.

"Mhmm!" Rika nodded excitedly." I asked him at lunch to do it for me and he blushed and said he would be happy to do it." The blonde smiled softly.

"What time did you tell him to be at our house?" Jessie asked her lover, and looked at the clock and then back to Rika.

Rika thought long and hard for a few moments, having to flip through a mind that was already set on sleep mode.

"I believe I told him to be there at around seven PM."

Rika yawned and took an energy drink out of their personal fridge when they walked by it, drinking it quickly. This triggered her sleepy mind.

"Oh god... it's six thirty-five!"

Jessie gasped before hurrying over to the main desk and getting both of their cards stamped, almost running out the door after.

"Rika, quit standing there and staring! We're making a run for it!"

Rika hastened to do Jessie's bidding the moment she reprimanded her, quickening her pace so she caught up with the blond as they ran for the car. Rika opened the door for both of them and got inside, clicking her seatbelt and straightening out her tight blouse.

"How do I look?" Jessie asked, posing for her best friend's scrutiny. God knew that Jessie was the best for seduction purposes, and tonight she had dressed accordingly.

Rika tilted her head, looking her up and down She made an adjustment to Jessie's silk halter, then smoothed out the hair that had gotten messed up from running. "Perfect!"

Rika crooned over her make up as Jessie drove like a maniac to get to their house. If someone ever said she didn't know how to control her car though, she would have had to point them to Rika. Lord only knew Rika couldn't tell the difference between slow and fast. It was always 'High Speed' for her.

Luckily, they arrived before Dorian even pulled in to the street that they lived on. Sneaking inside the house they only put on one lamp as they opened a curtain to stare out the window, watching for any signs of the man's car.

Rika giggled uncontrollably, "This is gonna be so much fun!" A hand quickly covered her mouth. "Sorry,..." she mumbled.

"It's fine." Jessie whispered as they both sat on the couch, the curtain still pulled slightly. Their gaze continued to look for the sign of bright headlights pulling into their driveway.

"Uhm... Jessie?" Rika looked at her lover, "What is he going to do when he sees the car?" All was silent for a few moments as Jessie slowly looked at Rika.

"You,..." Jessie said after a moment, grabbing the keys again.

"Just stay here and look cute. I'm going to go and park it next door at the apartments."

She snuck out the side door to go hide the car, leaving Rika to play with her hair as she waited for Jessie to come back.

Jessie didn't take very long to take care of business. She ran back into the house and shut the door, taking a seat beside Rika. The blonde wiped her forehead with relief.

"Okay," she said, sinking into the soft cushion of the couch. "Now, we wait." Their eyes focused upon the thin curtained windows, checking for absolutely any sign of high beams.

About five minutes after seven o clock their man arrived in the driveway pulling up and parking his car before slowly coming to the door. Both Rika and Jessie took to either side of the door; Jessie with the black silk head bag, and Rika with her real silver handcuffs as she struggled to contain her giggling.

Dorian's voice called from outside the door "Is anyone in there?" his voice a beautiful baritone as he slowly inched open the door from outside, taking one hesitant step onto the threshold, head peering through the crack.

"Get him!" Jessie called jumping to the door and throwing it open completely. Rika had already grasped hold of Dorian's hands and cuffed them behind him before Jessie placed the bag over his head, clasping the silver chain snug around his neck.

"Hey!" Dorian's yell was muffled by the silk as he flailed wildly, squirming and trying to get free. He knew they had gotten him, though, having swooped in when he had least expected them to do so. He was frightened and didn't know what to do. He had never had any woman trap him like this.

"To the laboratory!" Rika exclaimed getting popped in the back of the head, "Okay... the basement..." She helped Jessie push him down there, his hefty size making it somewhat difficult to maneuver.

The basement was a sexual torture chamber within what seemed to be the normal home of two best friends. There were shackles hanging from the wall, blood red candles on all of the walls just ready to be dumped onto soft nipples, leather whips, a small fridge with God knows what in it, and a section with nothing but strap-ons, dildos, and the occasional vibrator. Everything down there they had acquired over the many years since they graduated high school. The room, having a gothic feel to it, was definitely a nymphomaniac's dream.

"Where am I?" Dorian cried out, rather disoriented as the two girls got him hung up onto the wall. He looked like a fish on a hook, his feet dangling about a foot above the floor.

They laughed maniacally as Jessie ripped the head bag off of him. He couldn't believe his eyes as they adjusted to the dim light of the room. This was... It was amazing, yet terrifying. He couldn't believe his sweet co-workers had planned this all along. What did they have in store for him now?

"You're..." Rika was instantly cut off by Jessie before she could finish her sentence.

"You're in our sexual torture chamber!" exclaimed Jessie.

Dorian whimpered a bit, squirming. Did they plan on using him for their own naughty fantasy? He didn't know if he liked the thought or not. Right now his adrenaline rush was telling him to run for the hills. Unfortunately, he was tied up and at their mercy.

"But why did you bring me here?"

Rika watched as Jessie drew up a long leather whip, snapping it into his face but not close enough to hit the skin.

"So we can torment you out of that ridiculously shy demeanor." Jessie replied with a mischievous grin.

His face turned a hot red as she reached in to wrap her hand tightly around his neck, kissing him quickly but nonetheless, with finesse. He was breathless as he felt his cock stir with new excitement.

Rika grinned softly as she grabbed hold of the blonde's shoulder, tossing aside the whip and pulling her to their plush bed. The bed was as soft as a cloud it's sheets a candy red and it was piled with a ton of pillows. They tumbled to the bed in a pile of arms and legs, quickly beginning a fierce kiss that seemed to last for an eternity.

Dorian whined as he watched with round eyes. They surely looked like they were having a time of it, Jessie's hands on Rika's chest, and Rika's hands on Jessie's ass. He squirmed against the wall, his breath coming in little gasps of air.

He really was a beautiful man when it came down to it. Muscles rippled throughout his body, covered in his dress pants and white cuffed shirt, his tie loose; blonde highlighted, dirt brown hair, disoriented from his struggle, dusted his temples; blue-green eyes glittered in the light of the red candles.

"Mmmm," murmured Jessie as the kiss ended. She slowly unbuttoned each button on her lover's jacket, tossing it aside to work on the pink tank top next. Soon Rika's unbound breasts spilled freely and she took one into her mouth to suckle, fingering the other eagerly.

Rika moaned, watching as the blond made love to her chest, shoving her hands into the silky golden strands as she shuddered and arched her back.

Dorian gasped loudly, staring at Rika's voluptuous breasts and tightening pink nipples as he were mesmerized by them. He squirmed as his cock became erect and hard, jutting against his pants as if it demanded freedom.

Jessie brought their lips together again, only briefly though, as her tongue trailed down Rika's chin and neck to suckle gently on her breasts. After a moment or two, she stopped her attack on Rika's tits and moved back to pull down her short skirt.

"Ohhh, Rika,... you naughty girl. Did you forget to put on underwear again?" asked Jessie as she ran her fingers through the brown curls at the juncture of her lover's thighs.

Rika moaned out, arching her back as she felt the fingers run over her erect little nub. "Mmmm.. I was anticipating what we're... Ohh!" she paused and nearly jumped off the bed when Jessie pumped two fingers into her slick cunt. "What we're doing to Dorian." she panted.

Jessie smirked and took a glance at him before looking back down to Rika. "Well, right now I'm having my way with you, not Dorian." she purred.

Dorian was still trying to get free. More importantly, he wanted,... no, he needed, to get his cock free from his pants. He was deftly afraid he'd 'wet his panties', as the saying went. He hadn't even touched himself and he felt like he was nearly bursting with cum. The little imps were going to pay for this torture, he thought vaguely, still staring at them.

When Jessie stopped the teasing of her clit, Rika sat up slightly and stared at her friend. Jessie slowly removed her French, silk red halter topped dress over her head, slipping off her long black skirt. What she had on underneath was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

Her hair cascaded in golden rays of silken curls, it fell down to the waist of her black and red silk corset. The corset was tummy-less, which revealed a lovely sculpted belly, a shiny silver tear drop hanging down in the ravine of her belly button. A matching garter belt hung low on her hips, helping her thigh high lacey stockings stay up on her legs. Her high heels also gave her the illusion of long legs.

Rika gasped eyes going wide before she grabbed her lover and pulled her down to the bed. "Don't you look sexy?"

"All for you and our guest," Jessie purred, winking over at Dorian before wrapping her legs about Rika and pulling her into a kiss.

He was close to bursting! Dorian's entire body grew hot with need as he stared at the hottie that was Jessie. Who knew that underneath, the elegant co-worker had the body of a temptress, especially with those stockings? He couldn't help it as his mouth hung open, his gaze stared at the stocking encased feet and then at her lovely corset. It was all he could do not to yell out in agony.

Rika took to fondling Jessie's nude pussy, her hand becoming soaked with feminine cum.

"You're so hot," she whispered, trailing her lips down her lover's neck and her collar bone. Her other hand went to the clasps at the back of Jessie's corset, unsnapping it and tossing the lovely bit of material carelessly onto the floor.

Rika gasped as the blonde's fingers went to her pussy, thrusting into her tight channel with relish and making her whimper and writhe above her arching back. She took to placing her hot mouth over the blonde's breast, sucking the entire thing into her mouth and tormenting it relentlessly as she rode onto the fingers inside of her.

Meanwhile, Dorian was crazed with lust and need as he forcefully tugged on his restraints, growling in frustration, his bulge so hard it was to the point of pure agonizing pain.

"Please, let me out of here!" he half yelled, half growled, sweat melting on his brows and upper lip.

"Mmm,...... Rika! You naughty little cum slut! You're so wet... so ready..." Jessie murmured against the auburn haired woman's skin, lapping at the pebbly nipples as her fingers explored the folds of sweet pussy, delving inside and caressing her thumb against the hard nub of a clit. She suddenly rolled Rika over so that her lover lay on her back before she got up off the bed and went to the wall of goodies.

Dorian watched as the half nude blond walked over to the wall of strap-ons and dildos, grabbing a large dildo that had a head on either end. He couldn't help it any more, he really couldn't. His hands kept fisting against the cuffs, and he almost choked on his words. He was crazed with lust and need as he forcefully tugged on his restraints, growling in frustration, his bulge so hard it was to the point of pure agonizing pain.

"Please, let me out of here!" he half yelled, half growled, sweat melting on his brows and upper lip.

"Ah, ah." Rika tisked at him, turning to look at him and lick her lips sensuously. "We're not finished playing! You'll get yours once we've had our fun!" she giggled and leaned back against the pile of pillows.

He whimpered helplessly as Jessie walked in front of him, tapping one end of the dildo in her hand. "Mmmm,..... Let us lovers play and we'll let you down when we deem it fitting," she said, leaning in to kiss his cheek before sauntering off towards the bed, hips swaying.

Jessie crawled onto the bed beside Rika, pulling her sideways so that her pussy was just in front of her face before placing the dildo beside them on the bed.

Dorian got a full share of Jessie's taut ass as she arched her back, kneeling between Rika's thighs, the material of her garter exposing glimpses here and there of how truly wet her little pussy was. He was out of it completely, writhing against the wall, nearly about to cream himself just from watching them. The blond lapped at Rika's pussy, making her moan and gasp with every thrust of her tongue inside the swollen lips. Jessie's ass swayed side to side in his view, tempting him to try and touch it, but he couldn't escape his prison.

Jessie suckled at the swollen nub, dipping her fingers into the tight channel and wiggling them around inside the auburn haired woman's pussy.

Rika gasped and writhed on the mattress, her breathing harsh and ragged as she felt her climax heighten. Rika's moans filled the air as soft fingers wriggled inside her. Her deep emerald eyes snapped shut, as her own finger tips rubbed softly against Jessie's slit, teasing it slowly. She pressed two digits in, moving them about as she whined and whimpered with pleasure.

Before Rika could cum, Jessie suddenly lifted her mouth from her feast and pulled Rika up higher on the bed. Grabbing the double ended dildo, she thrust one end of it into Rika's tight cunt, earning another moan for her actions. Jessie laid herself beneath Rika, sliding her pussy in between the auburn haired woman's legs before impaling herself onto the double ended dildo.

 

"Ohhh! This isn't very fair at all!" cried Dorian, drooling at their love play. Seeing their pussies pressed together made his cock jerk in excitement, and he lost all control. Before he could even think about it, he was hit by an orgasm. "Nnnh" he grunted, arching off the wall as a load of cum spilled free from the head, soaking his shaft and the material of his boxers. He closed his eyes, shuddering as he slumped against the wall.

Although he had come, he knew it wouldn't be enough. When he came, he didn't stop until every last drop of cum spilled free from his erection.

That would take forever!

"Ohhh..!" he opened his eyes as the women moaned in unison. Maybe they'd play long enough to get him to cum three or four more times? He could only hope. He bit his lip as he forced himself not to beg.

"Yes!" exclaimed Jessie, grasping hold of Rika's ankle and taking one foot to her mouth as she rode the dildo, the friction of their pussies rubbing heightening the pleasure.

Rika moaned as her lover licked and sucked at her toes, reaching down in between their pussies to finger Jessie's hard clit. She felt a shudder from the blond and grinned. "You love that, don't you?"

"Oh, yes!" replied Jessie, arching to shove against the fingers as she shifted to suckle at the other foot. "But you love this more." she moaned.

After a time of pumping, grinding, and moaning, Dorian finally heard the cries of the two women as they climaxed. Both women were coated in sweat and he wanted to have his way with them right now.

Dangling from the wall, he began to whine with each touch the girls made on one another. "Please let me down! I promise I will talk more to you!"

Jessie paused for a moment. "Why only with us? You should be open and talk to everyone....mm, especially that woman you are smitten with, Miss Delocroix," she purred, soon returning to pleasing her lover as well as teasing Dorian. Her teeth nipped at the hardened buds on Rika's chest as she removed the dildo from her dripping pussy.

The captive flushed with embarrassment by her comment; blinking and gaping, tried hard not to be disconcerted by their love play as he asked, his voice as dry as his mouth, "How... how did you know?"

Both girls stopped what they were doing, Rika giggling, and Jessie grinning wickedly. "Oh, we have our ways..... First is the fact that you blanch when you're near her, you stutter as you talk to her, you send her flowers with no names on their cards.... Mmm,...." she paused, daintily licking juice off her fingertips. "And you moan her name in the bathroom while you are doing other...... business," she purred as he flushed almost to an unnatural color.

Just thinking about his smitten joy, Maura, made his erection even worse, and he pulled on his restraints terribly, nearly sobbing as he pleaded "Pleeease..... Let me out...!"Jessie and Rika looked at each other for a moment and then back at him.

"Awww...! Just look at him straining in such horniness!" Rika laughed softly. "Should we finally show him just a tad bit of sympathy?" She whispered into Jessie's ear.

"Maybe..." Jessie paused for a moment, "Maybe when we're done." The other woman looked at her, "Okay, you can let him out..."

Rika giggled softly, going over and unlocking his shackles, allowing Dorian to fall to the ground.

"But, you aren't allowed to touch us until Rika says so." Jessie added just as Rika grinned.

A mischievous grin played across Jessie's face, knowing that it might take him a while longer to realize that she had just let him loose.

He whined once again, as the two continued their teasing passion play. Rika used a finger to beckon Dorian to them, just to prove her best friend's theory wrong. Blinking as he realized he had been let down, he walked over to the bed, mesmerized as a moth to a flame.

Jessie moved down Rika's body, kissing every inch of her stomach before finally finding the damp folds at her crotch. The blonde's tongue dashed out and Rika groaned, arching against her mouth and grasping her hair in her hands.

Dorian's erection strained against his pants as he stared, aching to feel himself buried inside one of the lesbian's pussies.

Rika gasped, giggling and moaning at the same time as she saw Dorian place his hands on her lover. Jessie jumped, lips glistening and eyes wide. She turned about and eyed him, raising a brow. "Didn't I say not to put your hands on us until Rika said you could?" she demanded, disappointed that her theory that he was a Submissive had been wrong. The red head stuck her tongue out at her, knowing she had won the bet.

"I don't take orders from anyone, Jess." he murmured deeply, picking her up and tossing her flat on the bed. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so empowered and exhilarated.

Crawling onto the bed, he moved her thighs apart with his knees and didn't waste any time while ripping off his pants, shirt, and boxers. His sticky cum was all over his cock and dripping on the floor.

Rika's eyes widened "Oh wow, he's so strong!"

"Stronger than you'll ever be." he grunted, thrusting himself deep within Jessie's tight cunt, moaning at the hot, tight feel of pussy around his throbbing cock. He grabbed hold of Rika's hair and pulled her half on top of the blonde, spanking her ass as well. She wasted no time crawling up to her best friend to settle her own pussy at Jessie's mouth.

Jessie had no time to protest anything as she began to suck soundlessly at wet cunny juice, moaning and straining her hips towards Dorian's hard erection. Rika rocked back and forth on her lover's face, moaning and whimpering as she placed her hands upon Jessie's perky little breasts.

Dorian grunted deeply, not finding it all that difficult to find his own release, but not wanting to leave her out of her own. He placed his hand between their bodies, watching the redhead and her ecstatic face as her placed his thumb firmly onto a clit. He heard a moan, feeling the immediate twitch of the body beneath him.

Jessie grabbed hold of Rika's hips with her hands, wrapping her legs about Dorian's waist as she met his thrusts. God, he was huge. Even his balls were huge! She loved huge balls on a man, especially when they slapped against her ass. "Mmmm!" she murmured. It felt so good.

Rika moaned as she rode Jessie's face, watching with excitement as Dorian pumped her best friend. It wasn't very often Jessie allowed a man to enter their love fest, and she absolutely loved being a part of it, especially a man such as him with energy and stamina to spare. When she came not long after he grabbed her clit she came hard, breathing heavily as she fell beside them on the bed.

Feeling the blond begin to climax, Dorian moved his free hand to her side, pushing it beneath her ass to stick a long finger inside her tight asshole. He heard a short little squeak in response before the muscles calmed around his finger and he began feeling around inside her. He thrust again and again with both his finger and his erection, absolutely loving it all, succumbing to his own release only when the woman had finally calmed down.

Not long after, the three of them were lying in a twist of arms and legs on the bed. He could not believe how hard he had fallen, nor how good the falling had been.

Meanwhile, both of the women were surprised by the sudden change in Dorian. Their shy little wall flower was neither shy, nor submissive. He was quite the sexual god himself.

He, himself, was planning on fucking them both at least three more times before he said his goodbyes. Oh, what joy that was going to be! He grinned.

Edward Nox part 1

apex92 on Supernatural Stories

Edward Nox walked slowly down the busy city street towards the building where he worked at a dead end job as a computer consultant. Edward was not hip, nor stylish, not even slightly cool. He had very few personal skills, had trouble talking to strangers, and was not very talented at anything. He certainly wasn’t athletic, with a skinny, lanky build, brown hair that never parted the right way, and large, boxy glasses that sat on his nose in a manner that mimicked his every effort to meet women. Edward wasn’t very smart, didn’t do very well in school, and graduated from a backwoods college in Massachussets before settling down to work in Boston. He didn’t

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have a girlfriend, and his prospects were scarce. He had a dream, though.

The night before, Edward had had a vivid, almost too realistic dream that he was walking on water. He could see the ripples in the moonlight, he could hear the flies buzzing around in the crisp fall air, he could feel the wind in his rumpled hair. Someone was telling him that he was blessed, that things would be different. It was like a whisper, but fuller- it was quiet, but commanding. Edward couldn’t see behind him, but there was light coming from behind him, white, blinding light that made it hard to see the landscape in front of him. There was the feeling of a hand on his shoulder almost the whole time, giving him a sense of comfort and relaxation. Something made him think that life would be different.

Edward was jerked from his dream by a car horn blaring in his ears. A red sedan screeched to a halt, and he realized he had kept walking through a busy intersection. He sheepishly nodded his head and jogged to the other sidewalk, the sedan’s driver screaming obscenities at his back. He arrived at the front door to his building, and stopped. Looking at his reflection in the glass, he took a deep breath. Life is going to be different someday, he thought. Hang in there.

The lobby was about as bustling as a computer company’s lobby could be. Edward walked through the lobby, and as usual, no one noticed him. He stopped. There went Jenna Derinson, glowing with beauty against a dark backdrop. Her shimmering blond hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkled in the daylight, her full lips glistened. She was perfect. She wore a bright red tank top that showed off her perfect abs, the diamond belly button ring, the lines of her hips. Her breasts were enormous, bouncing with her hurried step, the perfectly tanned skin stretching with their movement. Her long, slender legs were covered with skintight red pants that hugged her hips for dear life, and made her backside look like it had a mind of its own. She walked by Edward without any sign of acknowledgement of his existence. Life is going to be different, he thought.

He sat at down at his desk, and almost immediately the phone ring. Fuck, he thought. Edward would’ve been able to fantasize about Jenna’s ample cleavage for at least an hour. For some reason, annoyance welled up in him, turning slowly to frustration with each ring of the phone’s bell. Every mounting tone made his mind more and more focused on his rage- his job was shit, his social life was shit, his talents were shit, his motives were shit, and he couldn’t even get a moment to wallow in self-pity. The phone stopped ringing.

Edward paused. It had only been four rings, and his voicemail always picked up after the eighth. He picked up the phone and was greeted with a dialtone. The caller ID informed him that it had been Jeff calling; Jeff was his boss, and Jeff was a dick. Jeff wouldn’t hang up before reaming Edward out for something- for anything. The phone rang again. Marla Kosorloff showed up on the caller ID. Marla from accounting. Edward didn’t want to talk to Marla. The phone fell silent. He started sweating. He did that whenever he was slightly nervous. He thought for a second. I want my aunt to call right now, he thought. His aunt lived in South America , and she- the phone rang. Edward waited for the caller ID to tell him who it was. UNLISTED CALLER sprung up on the digital screen, and Edward sighed, reaching to pick up the phone. He stopped. The number was an international one. He picked up the receiver, listening to the caller on the other end of the line. “Aunt Rita? I’ll call you back in a few minutes.” Edward put the phone down quickly, and stood up, pacing in his cubicle and cracking his knuckles, another nervous habit.

Alright, he thought, I want a cup of coffee in my desk drawer. With cream and sugar. Nothing happened. He could hear the whir of the Xerox machine in the office. He sat down in his chair. He opened his desk drawer, and the aroma of freshly ground coffee wafted upwards into his nostrils. Packages of sugar and cream were neatly arranged next to the cup in the drawer. He slammed the drawer shut. Coffee seeped through the cracks of the drawer. I need thirty thousand dollars to be right on the desk, he thought, right next to the keyboard. He continued to gaze at his computer. Nothing happened. He sighed. I’m going nuts, he thought, running his hands through his hair and rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. When he opened his eyes, a stack of crisp 100 dollar bills wrapped in a rubber band lay on the desk in front of him. Next to the keyboard. He didn’t bother counting it. I want a letter of promotion to be given to me right now, he thought, delivered to me- and by Jenna Derinson. “Edward Nox?” someone said behind him, a petite feminine voice with a slight British accent. And I want her tank top to break, he added. He whirled his chair around. There was Jenna, standing with one hand on her tan waistline, the other holding a manila folder, shining with an almost neon aura of physical attraction. Well, he thought, two out of three ain’t bad. He stared at her chest, marveling at the indentations her nipples made in the red fabric, rejoicing in the fact that the tight material made it evident that she had a piercing of some sort on both breasts. “Yes?” he replied. “This is from Jeff Michaels,” she said, visibly disgusted by Edward’s physical appearance. She stepped forward, and reached out to place the folder on his desk next to him. With an almost inaudible snap, the spaghetti straps on both sides of her tank top gave way, and the stretchy fabric shriveled down towards her waistline. Her huge breasts bounced free, seeming almost, unbelievable, larger. They were perfectly tanned and voluptuous, and there were diamond studs on both of her nipples. Her bare skin smelled like strawberries, and incredibly fresh scent that made Edward think of spring. She yelped and covered herself, rushing out of the cubicle, towards the ladies room. Edward smiled, the first time in years. He had suddenly had a revelation. The dream was real. Something made him think that life would be different.

            He stood up, and walked towards the ladies room. He stopped short at the door. He wished he could see through walls. Jenna was inside, standing at the sinks in front of large mirrors, fumbling with the spaghetti straps on her shirt. She sighed, and settled with pulling the tight fabric over her breasts in a tube-top fashion. She washed her hands, grimacing at something. Probably me, Edward thought. What I wouldn’t do to have her be attracted to me. In the bathroom, Jenna’s face was instantly cleared of the grimace, replaced suddenly with a slight smile. He channeled his thoughts, sending every feeling of lust and sexual desire he could possibly muster towards the shapely blond woman standing in tight clothing in the ladies’ restroom. The response was decidedly more than Edward had anticipated. Jenna gasped in air violently, her knees buckled, and she grabbed hold of the sink to steady herself. She yelped, a surprisingly attractive exclamatory sound. “Holy shit,” she murmured, brushing her hair back from her face. Edward was entranced. He focused his emotion again, and sent another wave in her direction. She screamed in pleasure, teetering backwards through a stall door, and fell into a seat on the toilet. “Good god,” she said aloud, “what the fuck is going on?” Edward could see her perfectly, noticing a silver stud on her tongue. He put his hand on the door, and stopped. How could he do this? He was a skinny computer programmer, and she was a blond knockout. He gritted his teeth, forcing some composure and confidence into himself. Edward smirked when he thought about how much he could do. It’s like I have a nine inch dick, he thought to himself, pushing the door open. He stopped after the first step, and looked down. He could see the slight outline of the head of his penis, almost halfway down his thigh. “Who is that?” Jenna said loudly, and Edward realized she could see him in the mirror. Fuck, he thought, his mind racing. “Uhh,” he stuttered. “I-I just wanted to see if you needed any help.” He frowned in the silence. I shouldn’t have said that, he thought. That was stupid. “Actually,” came her reply, “I could use a hand.” Edward paced to the door of the stall. Jenna was sitting on the toilet seat, leaning back against the wall, sweat on her brow. Edward swallowed. She was gorgeous. He wanted to do so much to her. Instantly lust sprung into his head, and almost accidentally, he let it seep out of his mind and into hers. What should I do, he thought, should I make a move, or should I set myself up for later? He stopped short. Jenna was moaning loudly, breathing shortly, and writhing on the seat. Her left hand lifted up to her chest, her red painted fingernails stroking one of her nipples, which were standing on end. He could’ve sworn that the piercings were going to tear through the stretchy fabric. He realized his thoughts had become so strong that they were affecting her, and not just in waves. It was like he had turned on a beam of power, and she was enjoying it. She moaned again and again, her voice elevating to short screams. Her right hand pressed against the side of the stall while her left hand continued to massage her enormous breasts, squeezing and tugging. Edward stared intently as her hand moved from her chest down to her stomach, down towards her waistline- and then he lost concentration. She stopped, and sat up, breathing heavily. She was sweating bullets, her beautiful blond hair matted to her forehead. Jenna brushed the hair out of her face and smiled. “What’s your name again?” she asked. “E-Edward,” he said. “Well, Edward,” she replied, smiling, “it looks like you’re enjoying this. He looked down, and his pants were like a pup tent, his member throbbing against the black Dockers. He started to stutter and excuse when her right hand reached out and touched the bulge in his pants. He gasped, and his excitement boiled over to her. She sucked in air, taking her hand away for a second. Jenna took a deep breath, and reached for the zipper, pulling it down slowly. She unbuckled his belt, looking up at him with those deep blue eyes, her lips pursed together in a slight smile. The instant she unbuttoned the pants, he placed a hand on her head, running his fingers through his hair. Should I have done that? he thought. She smiled, and pulled his Dockers down to the floor. His penis sprung out of its cage, bouncing in front of her face. Her smile vanished, and she looked up at Edward, her eyes wide with amazement. “I’ve never had…” she started, mumbling “…so big…” She looked at it again, tilted her head sideways for a second, and then leaned in, taking him in her mouth. Her tongue massaged his penis, and he exploded with excitement. She moaned in excitement as well, her pleasure muffled by the member engorged in her mouth. She moved her head in further, and Edward felt the head of his penis plunging further and further into her mouth and into her throat. Her left hand left his bare thigh to pull down her stretchy tank top to her waist. Her breasts bounced free once again, her nipples erect, the diamond studs shimmering in the bathroom light. Her hand massaged her bare breasts, squeezing the huge, perfectly tanned mounds while she performed. He leaned his head back, his moans of pleasure mixing with the slurping sounds she gave off while she worked. Edward looked down at her blond hair, her huge tan breasts, her perfect ass, and felt himself climaxing. He gasped. She screeched, but it came out more as a gurgle. I never want this feeling to end, he thought to himself, every muscle in his body spasming. He continued to see blinding flashes of pleasure, intertwined with the vision of her wide eyes as he continued to ejaculate. He watched her swallow load after load, his mind spinning, his penis twitching. She gasped for air, pulling her head back. He continued to come, as did she. Edward shot load after load of milky white semen at her, splashing her tight nipples with liquid, dripping all over her stomach. She leaned back, running her hands through her hair, screaming in pleasure, as she was showered in creamy liquid, splashing all over her face and hair. Squirt after squirt came, the gobs of cum dripping off her hands, and her body throbbed as she came, in perfect synchronization with Edward’s spasming. He finally made it stop, his chest heaving in exertion. Jenna collapsed down, her stomach rising up and down with her heavy breathing, the pools of cum dripping onto the floor. They both were silent for what seemed like hours. “I’ve never come from a… well, giving a guy a blowjob,” she murmured. Edward looked down at her. Life was going to change.

part 2 by request

Meer Kass

sensual_sub_69 on Supernatural Stories

Conor stood in the opulent reception hall of the Merchant House of Kor, feet sunk in the plush pile of the carpet as he watched the morning crowd arrive. The galaxy, he thought, is a strange and wonderful place. All around him, merchants, agents, pilots and purchasers teemed in all the variety of which life, in its galactic sense, was capable. Con had been raised on a small and isolated planet, and until he'd left home he'd seen only a handful of races, most of them other human sub-variants. Now his childhood encounters with squat heavyworlders or the stripe-haired colonists of system's other planet were stripped of their exotic mystique by the daily barrage of amazingly varied species. From his desk he could see the Isks, Ko and Itzo, scampering along on their way to the mailroom, their e
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ight-legged, golden-furred bodies swerving as if on tracking. Their small frames were simply disks of flesh with slender limbs spaced evenly around them, a two-foot tail in the back, and no visible sensory organs. He still wasn't sure how they "saw," or whatever they did. In the corner, Jonah sat in his place by the window, immobile and impassive. He took some warming to; Con still found it hard to consider the sofa-sized mass of knobbed mineral sentient, although Jonah had been forgiving when Con had sat on him on his first day at the office. It was something of an initiation ritual amongst the non-"professional" staff. Cool Salariki merchants, their sleek fur and feline grace draped in rich robes, still made him pause, but only in admiration Ð he saw them almost daily as they worked to send the galaxyÕs finest to their luxury-loving homeworld. Amidst the welter of fur, feathers, chitin, and tentacles, human-variants hardly registered as variants with him any longer, and anything even vaguely bipedal had lost the power to charm him.

Anything but Meer Kass. He watched from his alcove as she stood bowed in the doorway for a moment, throwing back the deep cowl of her cloak to reveal eyes like broad green platters, sleek fur with the luster of tarnished silver, and feline features with a winking, knowing expression. She was Salariki, and tall for the race; she topped Con by several inches, and moved with easy power and a panther-like gravity of grace. Her fur glowed with health and luxury, and he sighed quietly to himself as he thought again of what it would feel like under his fingers. Sensuous, he thought wryly Ð for the few seconds he'd have left to live if he dared that transgression. He looked away as she headed across the lobby, pretending to monitor his security screens as she moved towards the desk.

"Corridor one, room five, please." Her voice was a lazy, throaty purr that jolted his libido as it lingered caressingly over the rÕs and sÕs. He reached for the passcard, looking up into her calm, faintly mischievous eyes as he held it out and felt her claws slide like polished ivory over his palm.

"Con. I listened to that music of yours." She chuckled, a low purr, and her eyes narrowed with humor. "How barbaric. I enjoyed it." She smiled, showing perfectly pointed white dentition, and nodded to him as she took his disk from a belt pouch and slid it over the counter to him.

"Oh, you don't have to give it back," he gulped out quickly, pulse suddenly pounding in his ears. She's listened to it! She'd actually listened to it! Now if he could just get her to do it again ... "I have a couple more like it. I can run you some copies if you want."

She cocked her head thoughtfully, sleek pointed ears flicking back to the noise of the lobby and forward again to him. "Yes, I may take your offer. I found your primitivists most refreshing. Perhaps more of the drummers?"

Con nodded eagerly, trying not to blow it all by looking too delighted. From the glint of humor in her eyes, he thought that she found his behavior amusing. She must know of his desire for her. He'd heard that Salariki could detect scents as subtle as those associated with particular states of mind, and she must have known by looking at him how excited she made him. If only that wouldn't make her suspicious. He thought she wasn't; he was pretty sure that she just found him cute and puppyish in his obvious admiration. She had the typical Salariki self-possession, an assurance bordering on arrogance. It would take more respect for him in order for her to regard him as a threat. As it was, she no doubt regarded his fascination with her as entirely understandable in a human underling.

She nodded and smiled again, tapping his palm with hers in a gesture of thanks as she turned. He watched her move through the paneled doors in a swirl of dark gray cloak and allowed himself the luxury of leaning his head on his hands and groaning.

A skitter and tweaking at his arm made him look up. Ko was there, tickering a staccato message on the noteboard it wore around its middle. It held it up and waved a couple of finger-like arms:

"TWENTY HUNDRED CREDIT I GET YOU ON HER NEXT SHIP. I GOT CONTACT."

Con laughed and pushed at the board. "Get out of here, Ko. You work in the mailroom."

Ko rattled on the keyboard with four of its limbs. "EVERYTHING GO THROUGH MAILROOM! HEEHEEHEE CON GOODBOY." Ko emitted a chittery chirping sound and scampered up his arm to sit on his shoulder, curling its tail around his neck and tugging his hair playfully with one limb. "CON NO LUCKY TODAY?"

"Yeah, maybe tomorrow."

"STOP SHOW MUSIC SHOW MAN-THING. YOU HUMAN NO GOT?"

"Yeah, that'd be real subtle, Ko. That the way they do it back on Isk?"

"ISK, THEY DO BEST! YOU NO GOT FIVE ISK, YOU NO DO IT RIGHT. ONLY NEED THREE BUT WHO WANT STOP THERE? HEEHEEHEE!" Ko chittered and rocked until it nearly fell off Con's shoulder.

"Right now, I'd settle for one."

"OK RIGHT CON. MAYBE SHE PLAY YOU LITTLE MAN-THING FOR YOU. SURE THING SHE LOVE YOU SKINNY NAKED APE SELF." Ko scampered around his neck, tickling him with its legs.

"Ko Ð fuck off back to the mail room."

"HEEHEEHEE! OK GOTTA GO CON. NO LET KASS SCRATCH CON'S BACK - OOOOOOH CONNNN PRETTY MONKEY BOOOYYYY!" Ko waved the board tauntingly, then dodged about the countertop as Con swatted at it. With a wave of its tail, it sprang into the crowd in the lobby and scuttled off towards the offices.

He couldn't help laughing. Ko was a little freak, but it was good for a laugh. It was right, though. Kass wasn't going to fall for some bald primate. Salariki thought pretty highly of themselves, and he'd never heard of one seeking a liaison outside of its race. But it was more than that. Meer Kass had been a pilot and a freelance runner; she still owned her own ship, and now shared in the Merchant House's profits as a very young but very respected associate. She had managed to carve herself a career in a risky and demanding field, and had grown rich doing it. She'd earned the Salariki honorific "Meer" at an unusually young age, and was commonly known to have sufficient independent capital to match or exceed her Merchant House salary. She was usually subtle about it, but she didn't hide it - it wasn't Salariki custom to hide superiority or to deny oneself the conveniences that skill, talent, or money could provide.

What could he offer compared to that? She was wealthy, adventurous, intelligent, sensual ... he stopped himself there with determination, and turned his thoughts to himself. He was barely skilled, a desk jockey; his position as "security" was laughable. The only effective thing he could do was to sound the alarm for the real police. And he had to admit that he'd bought into the Salariki way of seeing things. They were an amazingly race: graceful, refined, physically beautiful. No Salariki would consider courting the stumbling nakedness of a human, let alone a human so far down on the social scale. She was out of his reach.

But not out of his mind. And now, he thought, almost not daring to think it É and now, she wasn't quite out of his reach. Not any more.

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Kass Kass Kass Kass Kass likes music Kass likes music Kass likes music Kass likes music Kass likes this music this music this music Kass likes this music wants more hear more hear more this music Kass likes this music Kass wants more this music trusts Con likes Con good music likes music likes this music Cons music more music wants more music wants more of Con smusic Kass likes music Kass wants more music Kass wants more Cons music Kass wants more Cons music Kass wants more

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Kass stopped by the desk the next morning, a little earlier this time. She actually took him by surprise, so that for once, he didn't have to pretend to be looking at something else as she approached. He caught a glimpse of motion and then heard her soft rumble purring over his name.

"Con." She smiled. She usually did. Did it seem wider this time? He was imagining things. She'd heard one disk - ONE DISK, he reminded himself. Stop being an idiot. He wrenched his eyes up and smiled, trying not to look as guilty as he felt.

"Corridor one, room five?"

She nodded, then placed a velvet-furred hand on the counter, milky white claws tapping it lightly. Her paws, his mind noted irrelevantly, were darker; they shaded into a gray so deep that it was nearly charcoal. "So tell me, Con. Where do you find your native music on this planet? It is very enjoyable. I may need to invest in some." She smiled at the small joke on the daily business of investment that went on around them.

"Oh no need, no need. I have it sent over by my parents in packets from home. It'd be pretty hard to find here, but I can make you copies of everything I have. It's no problem."

She paused for a moment, an uncharacteristic hesitation. "I should pay for the disks, at least, Con?" She ended it as a question; she seemed uncomfortable offering him money, but equally uncomfortable accepting repeated presents. He crossed the fingers of one hand under the counter as he slid the newly prepared disk across it and smiled.

"Don't worry about it, Meer Kass. It's a pleasure to me to find someone interested in our world, and it's no trouble to run the disks. Maybe you'll find a market for it." He grinned. "Then you can remember me."

Kass laughed and took the disk. "Very well, Con. I shall keep my source in mind." She slipped the disk into a belt pouch and took her passcard from him, then turned and was gone in a breath of spicy-sweet herbs.

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Kass likes music Kass likes music Kass loves this music Kass loves Cons music Kass loves Con Kass trusts Con Kass likes Con Kass loves Cons music Kass wants to hear it again Kass wants to listen to more Kass trusts Con Kass likes Con Kass likes to see Con Kass loves Cons music Kass wants to listen again Kass wants to listen again Kass wants to listen again Kass loves Con Kass likes to see Con Kass wants to touch Con Kass likes to look at Con Kass wants to talk to Con Kass loves music Kass loves this music Kass loves Con Cons music Con Con Con Kass wants to listen again again again again

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It was a strange dream. It was an absurd dream. It was ... repulsive.

It was fascinating.

Kass groaned and eyed the soft glow of the clock, hearing a tired sigh from the rumpled tawny form next to her. The pilot had been by all means satisfactory Ð in terms of stamina and grace, nothing was left wanting, and his golden fur and bright green eyes were certainly striking.

But she'd dreamed of naked skin ... and strange sunken blue eyes.

She sighed and got up, swirling a robe around her as she padded over the cool tiles to the kitchen. Leaning against the wall, lapping down a glass of milk, she shook her head and ran idle claws through her mane. She wasn't going to get back to sleep. With a resigned sigh, she moved out to the work room, feeling the rich pile of the woven rugs caress the pads of her feet. She sat in the egg-shaped velvet scoop-chair in front of her terminal and switched on the elegantly arching lamp. As she opened the latest account data, she picked up the discreet little remote and turned the music system on, just that room, very low. The steady bass throb and intricate overlays of the drumming were somehow soothing, and soon she was curled up in the chair, dozing lightly while her ears flicked and twitched with the music.

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Con hunched over his drink, eying the doorway. Soon DagÕs tall, gawky figure filled it. He waved to him from the bar.

Dag slid down next to him, glancing along the bar cautiously. Con shoved over the drink heÕd ordered for him.

ÒDonÕt worry. The service sucks. I got you set up the last time he bothered to look over.Ó

Dag nodded and took a deep drink.

ÒAh, damn thatÕs good.Ó He hesitated a moment, then plunged in. ÒSo. HowÕs it, uh É going?Ó

Con shrugged. ÒWell, she hasnÕt tried to kill me yet, and IÕm pretty sure she listened to the first disk, so itÕs good so far.Ó

ÒShe look like sheÕs feeling any effect?Ó

ÒHard to say. She seemed a little more friendly today, but it wasnÕt anything major.Ó

Dag nodded. ÒThatÕs good. DonÕt want to move too fast. She might work it out.Ó

ÒYeah. But can you burn me a few more? I want to be ready to move ahead. SheÕs listening to them anyway.Ó

ÒSure. I brought the next one with me. IÕll send some more in the next day or two Ð just keep sending me what you want on them.Ó

Con nodded, taking the disk that Dag handed over. He eyed it, then spoke a little sheepishly.

ÒYou think itÕll work?Ó

Dag laughed, shaking his head. ÒIf it does, sheÕll never know. We just have to make sure we donÕt get it too high range. If weÕre low in the borderline perception frequencies, she just wonÕt register anything, but if we get too far toward conscious perception frequencies, itÕll start hitting the conscious mind. We know she doesnÕt hear it consciously now; letÕs not fuck with it.Ó

Con nodded. ÒNo kidding. DonÕt screw around with it. If it doesnÕt work, it doesnÕt work.Ó

Dag nodded, then grinned as he clapped ConÕs shoulder.

ÒHey, think positive, though. Maybe it will.Ó

***

"Good morning, Meer Kass. Corridor one, room five?"

He did his best to sound brisk, professional, and disinterested. He wasn't sure how successful he was; it's hard to lie to someone who can smell your level of tension. But he did his best to stay cool, and he was slowly upping the amount of cologne he wore in hopes that it confuse the issue. He was the first to admit he had no clue what he was doing, but he tried to be subtle. (Evidently not quite subtle enough; he'd backed off after Ko's terse interrogative Ð "MONKEY BOY GOT FLEA? STINK TO KILL?" If the Isk could notice it, Kass probably found it overwhelming.) He tried to imagine gutting fish to keep his mind (and other organs) from going into overdrive.

Kass looked preoccupied. She nodded and reached out to take the passcard. Was it his imagination, or did her slightly rough fingerpads linger longer on his hand than necessary? He looked up and she suddenly glanced away, almost as if disconcerted, and jerked the card to her. She was rattled! He'd never seen her anything but coolly detached. He hesitated, not sure if he should push things at this moment Ð but he had the disk made, and if she got any more nervous, she might start to avoid him. He slid the disk over the counter, pretending to look at something of interest on a monitor in order to avoid eye contact.

"Oh, I made you a disk of some of the latest music that my parents sent over. I remembered that you liked the one drummer gang I sent you last time, so I put a bunch of their stuff on it. Hope you enjoy it - sorry, I need check this out."

He rattled away on a keyboard, pretending to deal with the non-existent "problem." It was cheesy, he knew, but he hoped that she might take the disk and not quibble about it if he cut off communication. She stood there for a moment, eyeing him; he could feel her gaze burning into him. Then her claws scraped briefly on the countertop. When he finally allowed himself to look, she and the disk were gone and the paneled door was drifting slowly closed.

***

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***

Ko was in hysterics. It was chittering and wriggling so frantically that it couldn't type, and Con finally grabbed its board and swatted it with it.

"What the hell are you talking about, Ko? For fuck's sake, settle down and spit it out."

It rattled away at the board, still twitching and chirruping with merriment, its typing erratic and requiring frequent corrections.

"KASS!!! HO HO HO MONKEY BOY! YOU NOT ONLY ONE SHE NOT LIKING! HEEHEEHEE!"

It convulsed and rolled about the countertop, its frantic skittering suggesting uncontrollable mirth.

"OUT ON STREET! OUT ON STREET SHE THROW KIMTOK! ALL HIM CLOTHING OUT THE WINDOW! HEEHEEHEE! ALL OVER STREET!"

Con stared. Kimtok was a Salariki pilot who sometimes worked freelance for the Merchant House. His liaisons with Kass were common knowledge, as were her encounters with several other Salariki. They were a casually sensual race.

"SQUALLINGS AND BITINGS! KIMTOK BIG SCRATCH DOWN HIM! HE SWEAR SHE CRAZY CAT. THROW SHE WINE ALL OVER HIM HEAD. CALL HIM NASTY HAIRY CREATURE!"

Con tried to laugh, feeling a tightening in his gut and a prickly creeping up his spine. "She poured her wine over his head? I thought she was doing him regular!"

Ko chittered and whipped its tail about, then clicked on the keys again. "SHE WAS! DO HIM EVERY PORT CALL! LOOK LIKE SHE NO DO HIM MORE. CON WATCH CHANCE, MAYBE SHE LONELY TONIGHT. JUST NO WINE BRING OR CON WEAR IT." Ko giggled again, then stiffened, jerked its board onto its back, and skittered away at speed. Con looked up to see Kass approaching the desk.

She looked tired. Her green eyes were half-slitted, and her slightly curling mane was rumpled and straying around her neck. Her eyes met his and did not look away. They seemed dazed, tired ... almost resigned. He felt his chest tighten. They remained, unspeaking, for several long seconds. At last he pulled himself together and fumbled the passcard for her office from its slot. Without looking away from her eyes, he held it out to her and felt her hand touch his. It jolted him like a current. He felt every detail of the scrape of her smooth claws, the rough pads of her fingers, the sleek tickle of the velvet fur edging the pads. Her hand drifted over his for an epochal moment, and her green eyes remained fixed on his, open ... almost beseeching. As she drew the card from his hand, her claws raked slowly, lingeringly down his palm, then over his fingers to rest lightly on the tips for a long moment. She withdrew her hand, still meeting his gaze Ð then turned slowly and walked toward the corridor, moving wearily.

He watched. Later that day, he slipped a disk into her mailbox with a short note explaining that he hadn't finished it by that morning. He had, of course, but he didn't want to give her a chance to refuse the gift. Things were reaching the point where she might.

***

She lay in the embracing comfort of the chair, idly flicking through fleshplay channels on the screen. In the background the drumming played with a low throb. She'd put all four disks into the player and set them to repeat, listening to them as she paced restlessly through the house. She'd spent the early part of the evening in a flesh den near the port, trying to jolt her flagging libido with Twilek brandy and the expert caresses of a paid attendant. The bracing bodyrub had failed to stimulate her, however, and his fawning manner, so unnatural to a Salariki, had only disgusted her. It was revolting to see a member of her race so bereft of dignity. In the end, she stood abruptly and left when she found her eyes straying to a thinly clad human male serving a party of wolfish Gigorans. She let the drumbeats wash over her body, soothing away the tension of the night. The broken images jittered over the screen, meaningless glimpses of naked beings flickering past as she jumped through the channels without registering any of them. She lifted the delicate balloon-shaped glass and drained the last of the brandy. She felt pleasantly disassociated, floating, drifting away from her troubles. She stretched and twitched her tail, feeling a warm langour creeping over her limbs. She sighed and flicked her claws slowly down her chest, dragging them lightly over the soft fur and arching her back. Her channel-jumping grew slower as she purred, dropping the glass to roll on the soft carpet and running her palm over a row of hardening nipples. She groaned, tail lashing, and flicked the topmost with a claw tip, then drew in her breath sharply and wriggled lower in her chair. Soon her hoarse, rhythmic breathing nearly drowned the music; the muted screen sat, unregarded, on a Salariki channel as she stroked both hands down her nipples and began to rub her thighs. She stretched out her legs, knocking the control to the floor, and ran the rough pads of her fingers up her thighs, higher, stroking, teasing, finding the center of pleasure and caressing it as her thunderous purr filled the room. The action on the screen paused; she tilted her head back, trembling on the edge, looking for release. She imaged Kimtok's rough, pointed tongue; she stroked harder. She focused on the image of the kneeling Salariki at the port that night and hung, aching, body writhing for release. She stared at the screen, the taut young Salariki pair moving with luxurious ease. Still she throbbed on the edge of fulfillment. She tossed her head, growling, quivering with frustrated desire. She grabbed the control and flicked the channels three, four times Ð and paused on an image of an ursoid Gruth pleasuring a human male, kneeling before him and bobbing her head down the length of his pulsing shaft.

She came like a thunderbolt.

***

Kass needs Con Kass wants Con Kass loves Con Kass wants more of Cons music Kass wants more of Con Kass wants to touch wants to feel wants to please Con Kass wants to please Con Kass wants to touch Con Kass loves Con Kass trusts Con Kass loves Cons music Kass wants more music Kass wants more Con more Con more Con Kass wants to stroke Con lick Con kiss Con touch Con please Con worship Con adore Con be Cons be Cons be Cons Kass wants to be Cons Kass wants to be Cons Kass wants to kneel before Con kneel and adore Con love Con be Cons please Con please Con please Con love Con trust Con lick Con touch Con love Cons skin Cons face Cons hands Cons cock love Con

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***

She was avoiding him. He was sure of it. She normally arrived a little after the main rush, choosing to avoid the crush of the morning crowd. But for the past three days she'd come right at the peak, at a time when he couldn't do more than scramble up passcards as quickly as they were requested. She wouldn't meet his eyes, either; twice she'd deliberately engaged someone in conversation in the lobby and walked with them to the desk, manufacturing an excuse to avoid looking at or speaking to him. She looked flustered and nervous, and skittered away as soon as she'd jerked the card from his hand as if trying to avoid any contact with his skin.

He couldn't decide if it was a good sign or a bad sign. She was fighting it, he was sure. But was her agitation a sign that she was starting to cave in? He hesitated a day in indecision, trying to decide if another push would bring capitulation or disaster. At last he slid the disk into her mailbox without note or comment.

***

The com unit buzzed. It had been buzzing, on and off, for most of the day. She sighed, closed her eyes, and turned up the music, letting the drumbeats drown the summons and throb through her body. She lay, slumped, on a heap of luxurious cushions, sprawled semi-naked with a crystal decanter by her side. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the vibrant emerald wine from her goblet and then set it down, lifting the decanter and pouring unsteadily as she groaned and rubbed her face. She was clad only in the thinnest of gauze robes, open down the front, and she stroked her claws up and down the soft fur of her belly as she pulled the goblet to her and drank again. On the screen in front of her, three naked humans cavorted in crude but somehow fascinating sexplay. She peered at them muzzily and licked her whiskers with a pointed tongue.

Last night, while blind drunk, she'd finally allowed herself to search for a vid of a human and a Salariki. She could find no such thing, but eventually turned up one featuring a human male and a female Trianni, a huge, tigerish race from the west galaxy. The human had placed a thick leather collar on the Trianni's neck and chained her hands behind her back, and apparently used a shock whip to enforce his commands. Kass watched the bound feline kneel to service the human's shaft with her mouth, then lick over his body, nuzzling him obediently. She'd lapped his testicles and anus, then knelt, face grinding into the floor, as he entered her from behind. Kass had watched it three times through and had come to orgasm again and again. By the end, the throbbing of the drumbeats seemed almost to pulse through the waves of her pleasure.

Now, watching the three humans, she battled with herself. She wanted to watch the human and the Trianni again, but loathed herself for the perverse fascination. She sighed and eyed the decanter. It was nearly empty. She drank deeply from her goblet, then held it to the light. A few more swallows. A few more from the decanter. And then ... she might forget herself and watch the vid again. She closed her eyes, feeling the wine drifting her far from reason, and flexed her claws as she slid her hands down to stroke her thighs again. The drumbeats thundered on.

***

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***

He was in agony. Had he pushed too far? He'd been concerned about the latest subliminals. She was still fighting it, but he had been afraid to wait any longer; she might overcome it and shake the whole thing off. Now she hadn't been in for three days, and he was burning with curiosity and dread. What if he'd pushed her too hard? What if she'd done something ... drastic? What if it wasn't possible to change ideas so strongly ingrained in her? Maybe he'd done her some kind of terrible damage, really fucked her up. Maybe she just couldn't handle the reversal of thought. He swore and pulled at his hair, mentally kicking himself. Fucking Dag and his smart ideas. It had been stupid from the start. He'd been screwing around with things he didn't understand, and now he'd Ð

"Con."

He looked up, startled. It was past midday; what was she doing in now?

"Ah, Meer Kass. I hope you're, uh ... feeling better?"

She nodded, looking weary but calm Ð much less nervous than when he last saw her. She seemed assured, but there was something underneath. He couldn't read it.

"Much recovered, thank you, Con." She seemed to linger on his name. He hoped so. She leaned forward over the counter. "I wanted to thank you, as well, for the music. It's been quite a comfort while I was ... ill."

"That's, um, really good to hear Meer Kass. I'm glad you're feeling better. You, uh, need room five, corridor one?"

She eyed him. "Not this day. I need the passcard to the roof port. I believe I have clearance there."

Con nodded, clicking quickly over the computer screen. "Yes, you do. But I don't see any landings scheduled Ð "

"It is a departure. I leave shortly. It is time I went up."

Con nodded, baffled. The screen read nothing on the pad. "I'll take you up, then. Com me from the pad when you return."

Kass nodded and waited as he secured the alcove. He struggled to make small talk, nonplussed at her strangely serene manner. She only smiled in response, sphinx-like, and waited for him to escort her to the elevator to the landing pad. The doors closed and the machinery hummed into action.

"OK, for security reasons we can't give you the passcard from the pad to the main building, but once you log back from the flight, you just need to Ð uh!"

He stopped abruptly as Kass slapped at the pause switch of the elevator and pinned him against the wall with a hungry kiss. It was startling and amazing; her tongue, rough and soft, dipped into his mouth, licking and tasting him eagerly while her claws dug into the padded wall behind him with a soft ripping sound. She leaned there, a hand on either side of him over his head, body rubbing against his eagerly. It was taut, muscular, springy Ð he yanked himself out of his daze and grabbed her. Her fur was sleek, silky, erotic Ð just as heÕd dreamed it. In seconds he was struggling with her robe, trying to raise the low hem, then finding the catches and opening it down the front. All the while she was leaning into him, licking into his mouth and nuzzling his lips. He groaned, feeling her thighs pressing against his own, her leg rubbing intently over his instant erection. He slid his hands into her robe, stroking his thumbs, with a feeling of disbelief, up the rows of nipples, four on each side, watching her arch and quiver as he touched them. They were dark, flat, close to the body, not at all like human breasts, but the feel of the silky fur around them spoke directly to his libido, and in a moment he had his tongue to one.

She purred, a deep rumble, then gave a long sigh that sounded like release from torment. She dipped her head and body, moving to bring her lips to his again, whiskers brushing his face as her tongue explored his mouth. Slowly she let herself slide down his body, claws dragging lightly down him as she nuzzled her way lower to kneel before him. He fought to keep control; the sight alone was nearly enough to push him over the edge. He stared down, watching her cloudy silver mane of flat, sleek curls flow over her neck as her hands moved over the fastenings of his coveralls. She nuzzled his crotch through the fabric as her hands worked at the catches, and he could hear the whimpering moan he gave as her long tongue curved up under his balls and then licked forward and up the length of his shaft, her warm breath sighing through the fabric. He yanked at the upper catches, wriggling violently in his haste to be rid of the material, and in a few moments struggled loose. An instant later he was leaning against the wall of the elevator, trembling and gasping as she took his shaft into her mouth and licked it hard. Her tongue was rougher, longer, and more agile than any human's; his head swam, and he pushed at her gently, trying to gain a second or two of control before he lost it completely. He looked down as she slowly pulled back, and his cock twitched hard. She was kneeling before him, one hand on his shaft, her robe open down the front - the kind of thing he'd dreamed of. But her eyes were what made his blood boil. They were slitted in pleasure, deep pools of utter fulfillment, and their only desire was to please him.

He took a deep breath, then reached down to stroke her head and ears. She purred again, and he pressed his shaft forward a little. She smiled and stroked him gently, claws curving carefully under the shaft. She leaned forward and nuzzled her head under his length, tongue darting out to lick low and hungrily. He couldn't help a groan of pleasure at the warm, rough stroke of her tongue combined with the sleek silky brush of her furred head against his cock. She lapped his balls gently, lingering over them, her tongue teasing and stroking until his knees felt ready to give way. Finally he found his voice and panted to her:

"Suck it, Kass. Please."

Eyes slitting nearly closed with pleasure, she nodded and licked up the length of his shaft, reaching up with one hand to stroke and fondle his balls. When she reached the head of his cock, she licked it hard several times, quickly, then opened her mouth and slid it in. He felt a moment of panic at the sight of her sharp white teeth; then with a moan of pleasure he felt her envelope him to the hilt. Her tongue massaged the underside of his cock as she sucked softly and bobbed her head up and down the shaft. She licked and sucked with little tosses of her head, teeth well guarded as she worked him into her throat with hungry swallowing movements. Her paws pressed on his thighs and her claws pricked lightly at the skin as she nuzzled home. At last her cool nose nestled against his pubic hair, and her tongue lapped out suddenly to lick his balls again. He gripped her mane and hunched, wrapping himself around that amazing sensation, barely able to keep to his feet as he pulled back just a little and pushed into her mouth with the gentlest thrust he could manage.

She began to purr.

He shuddered and threw his head back, feeling the deep vibration throb through his cock and jolt up his spine as he dug his fingers into her mane. He thrust deep into her throat, cramming himself instinctively into her as his back arched and he knotted his hands in her fur. In a moment he was thrusting frantically, restraint forgotten as her purring shuddered through his loins and her tongue stroked him to ecstasy, her claws pricking his skin as she gripped his thighs and pulled him hungrily into her mouth. Finally he buried himself to the hilt and sobbed with pleasure as the orgasm wracked him. Kass purred and nuzzled through it, lapping him down eagerly as he throbbed against her warm, rough tongue.

When the rush finally subsided, he leaned against the wall, trembling, barely able to stand. Kass licked her whiskers clean and then lapped over his body, cleaning down his thighs and up his belly. With a last long, caressing lick she leaned back, still kneeling, and looked up to him. He saw the strange hopefulness in her eyes and shuddered, feeling a dreamlike haziness coming over him. He stroked her head and she leaned into his hand, rubbing against it like a pet cat. Con shakily gathered up his coveralls, getting back into them as he wondered how to proceed from there. Kass quietly fastened her robe, then stood, ruffling back her mane.

"Kass, I, uh ... I don't know what to say ..."

She shook her head. "If you take what I give, you make me most happy." She looked down a minute, then back up, curiously vulnerable. "Did I please you?"

Con groaned, letting his head thump back against the wall of the elevator. "Oh yeah. You pleased me."

Kass nodded, then stood. She came to lean against him, licking softly at his neck. She was tall; she stooped to nuzzle him, but there was something delicately yielding in her gesture. She murmured softly in his ear.

“I will please you again …?”

Con ran his hands over her shoulders, up her neck as he kissed her.

“Again. Any time you want.”

Kass smiled.

***

Con fidgeted over his drink. He’d never noticed how seedy and dingy the bar was; he’d come here all of the time when he lived nearby in the grimy low-rent sectors. He sighed, toying with the stack of disks in front of him. That tiny bare room with its thin walls, its constant noise, its ground-in smell of loneliness and desperation – it was hard to see how he’d managed to stand it. Meer Kass’s villa was as sleek, warm, and delicious to the touch as her own taut body, a banquet for the senses. It was going to be hard to leave.

The last month had been incredible. He walked through work in a haze, barely noticing Ko’s astonished chitterings and the amused glances of the rest of the staff. His mind wasn’t on his tasks, but it hardly seemed to matter; he spent all day thinking about getting home to the villa and discovering new ways to make Kass’s body arch and purr against him. Not that they usually bothered to wait for evening – she’d called him to her office for “assistance” so often that it was a running joke in the halls. She didn’t seem to care, either. She’d been open enough in her liaisons with other Salariki – their culture attached no special shame to such encounters. But a human … he’d expected embarrassment, or at least secrecy. Instead, she sought him out with an open sensuality that was flattering in its deliberate transparency. Now every time he saw her Ko rattled off “KASS COME FOR SHE MONKEY BOY! TIME FOR FEED KITTY!” and laughed itself almost off of the desk. The other humans treated him with a mixture of admiration and envy, but mostly with good cheer. They were glad to see someone from down the ranks make it lucky big time.

He gulped his drink, then slammed the glass down. Damnit. It was good. But it needed to end. He felt like an idiot; he had exactly what he wanted. Kass was even talking about taking him on her next mission. With her behind him, he could finally be something better than a flunky-level desk jockey. He could get a start in the trade; he could work his way into an apprenticeship. Hell, Kass would take him without a question. She’d see him through. Then he’d have his own trophies to add to the exotic jewels, the shining sculptures, the intricate tapestries that graced the villa, relics from her trading missions to a thousand strange and beautiful worlds. He would have a place there – his own place.

But it wasn’t his place. Nothing would make it his place. And nothing would make her honestly his. It was time to admit it. He thought of her as he’d seen her that morning, wide green eyes gazing at him with frank desire and … love. He’d turned away from her, and he’d felt her hurt when he did. She wanted him. She wanted him in a way that no Salariki had any business wanting him, or anybody. She wanted to be his alone, and in her race exclusivity was practically an abnormality. She wasn’t just sleeping with him; she was staying with him, helping him, turning down every Salariki male in port to go home with a naked monkey. People were talking. And he couldn’t look her in the eye any more.

He shoved the glass away, straightening. Dag came in, glancing around for him. He waved, ordered them both a round as his friend pushed through the crowded bar.

“Nice choice.” Dag grimaced, wriggling past a pair of heavy-set Gruths to reach the bar. “Thought you were moving upmarket now. Couldn’t you spring for something a little cleaner?”

Dag glanced at Con, grinning – then let his smile fade as he saw his expression.

“Damn, Con, you look like shit. Get that drink inside of you.”

Con nodded, and both drank quietly. Dag glanced at him, but waited for him to speak in his own time. Finally, Con shoved the stack of disks at him.

“Look, I really appreciate you helping me. I just … I can’t use them any more.”

Dag blinked, surprised, then nodded slowly.

“Yeah. OK. Sorry they didn’t work out for you.”

“Oh, they worked. Fuck, they worked.”

Dag drew the disks slowly over to himself, eying them a little warily.

“Really?”

“Yeah. She just … everything. You have no idea.”

Dag toyed with the disks, watching Con’s troubled expression. “Wow. I didn’t really think they’d do it.”

Con nodded. “That semi-perceptible shit … it worked like hell.” He stared bleakly into his drink, then turned abruptly, pushing the words out fast.“Look, stopping like this … it’s not gonna, you know … fuck her up or something, is it? I mean, not hearing those … things.”

Dag shook his head. “Shouldn’t. It’s just repetitive conditioning. It should wear off with time. How long, that’s anybody’s guess.” He turned a disk over in his fingers, then sighed and put the stack in his jacket pocket. He looked down at the table, feeling oddly ashamed.

“You, uh, might want to let her down easy. Let her decide to break things off.”

Con nodded. “Yeah. Her choice. All the way.”

They looked into their drinks, avoiding each others’ gaze. Dag downed his drink, then finally spoke.

“Look, Con, I’m sorry. I should’ve –“

“Yeah.” Con shook his head. “It not like I thought it would be. I mean – she’s not –“ He broke off, glancing guiltily at the door, and ducked his head.

“She’s here. I told her to meet me after work.”

Dag nodded, sympathetic. He raised his glass and touched it to Con’s.

“Fuck this. It was a stupid idea. I’ll melt the disks tonight.” He drank, then smiled with forced bravado. “So. Do I get to meet this walking goddess before she throws your ass out?”

Con nodded, looking slightly embarrassed. “Yeah, I’ll introduce you. She’s in the door, stopping traffic.” He glanced up wistfully at Kass’s lithe form.

Dag grinned and looked up. He blanched, then pulled Con back down as the tall gray-furred figure glanced searchingly past them.

“She’s a Salariki?” he hissed. “You never told me she was a Salariki!”

Con blushed. “Um. Sorry. I didn’t want you to think I was, uh, weird.”

Dag stared at him silently. Con blushed deeper.

“Look, I know it’s kind of strange, but she’s really great.”

Dag kept staring.

“Fuck you,” snapped Con, glaring back at him. “So I’m hot for a chick with fur. Like you’d turn it down.”

Dag smiled oddly as he took the disks out of his jacket pocket and slid them over the bar to Con. He shook his head.

“I’m not judging. If I thought I had a chance in hell, I’d be all over her. But didn’t you think about what we were doing? The semi-perceptible frequencies work because they’re just high enough to be heard and just low enough not to register in the conscious mind.”

Con scowled, still needled. “Yeah? So what? Spell it out. I’m a friggin’ desk monkey, not an audiologist.”

Dag’s smile lingered, a faint, surprised, self-amused smile. He tapped the disks gently as he spoke. “Didn’t it occur to you that different species hear differently?”

Con blinked. Dag nodded. “I see that it didn’t.”

Con groaned. “Oh, fuck, I am an idiot. Oh, what the – man, they hear like ten times better than humans, don’t they. I am so fucked.”

“You’re still breathing. There’s a chance she somehow missed it.” Dag shrugged, glancing over his shoulder toward the door “But – only one way to find out. Ask her.”

Con stared at him, starting to frame a denial – then bit off his words as a warm, strong hand closed on his shoulder. He looked up guiltily to find Kass smiling down.

“Good evening, Con.” Her purring tone as she lingered over his name and her sly green eyes, half-closed with pleasure, belied her formal greeting. He gulped and looked up, then with a start reached hurriedly but belatedly for the disks that lay on the bar. Kass stopped his hand with a rough-padded velvet paw.

“Mmmm, drummers. My favorites.” She turned the disks over curiously. “But Con, you will not give these away, will you?” She looked at him, puzzled – then slowly smiled, eyeing Dag with amusement and nodding as if suddenly seeing a joke.

“Ahhh. You too have ambitions. Con has told you of his success.” She smiled, eyes dancing mischievously. “I cannot promise that you will meet with equal fortune, but his approach was certainly … novel. I never met a human with such courage and cleverness, nor did I think to.” She stroked Con’s hair, smiling proudly.

“To marry the subservience of a human underling with the boldness of a Salariki male by speaking in one way with his person, and another under his music – one way when giving the gift, and another in the gift itself – I did not think that humans had such subtlety, or such boldness.” She grinned at Con, winking. “I will not be disturbed that you lend our disks to your friend. Perhaps another of my race will learn the inventiveness of humans. But you must have them returned. I would not wish to lose the records of your courtship; they are an art in themselves.”

Con sat, quietly stunned, as Dag grinned and pushed the disks toward him.

“Thank you, Meer Kass,” he replied. “But I have already learned all that I need from them.”

Kass smiled, scooping the disks into her belt pouch. “Then shall we leave, Con? I would linger with your friend, but there is much to do at home.” Her sultry gaze left little doubt of her intent as she leaned forward to nuzzle his ear playfully. As he fumbled to his feet, her whiskers brushed against him as she whispered softly -

“Kass loves Con.”

Fairy Seduction

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Jeremy was having one very frustrating day, from the sudden divorce from his wife, to the loss of his job, to the sudden death of his father. He had no idea how all of this could happen within a week, nor did he know how he was even putting up with it all, truly he felt like lying down going to sleep and never waking up. He sighed in frustration as he walked through the forest behind his house, in his childhood this place had always provided him with a safe place of rest for him, now he just hoped it would calm his nerves. As he walked through the wood twilight was descending, giving everything from the grass to the leaves of the trees a red hue from the setting sun giving him a moment’s peace from the troubles of the real world.

He stopped his walk and sat down on the gro
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und, head buried in his hands and he began crying, away from the world he was finally allowed to let it all out. He stayed there until he was out of tears and even longer until night had fallen. He sighed, looking up to the vast array of stars above him, a speck of light shot across the sky in the moment. He mumbled under his breath, “I wish I didn’t have to deal with this world..”

Immediately a small rustling came from a bush not five feet away, and a small giggling noise. It sounded like a young girl was giggling at him, “Aright come out of there..” he said in an annoyed gruff voice standing and moving towards the bush. It shook again and the giggling noise happened once more, and then it sounded like the girl ran from the bush into the forest. Jeremy was confused at this but he shrugged and took off after the girl, he couldn’t explain why but he felt the need to find out who this girl was, a strange new goal taking place in his mind.
He ran through the forest, sometimes thinking he lost track of the sounds of the running girl, but a rustling bush and a giggle would tell him where to go, he followed without thinking why he was following, just the thought of finding the girl on his mind.

Suddenly he burst out to the edge of the forest to a location he had never even seen before; he walked out slowly to the sight in front of him. It was a lake, not a ripple on its surface, surrounded by trees and seemingly out of a fairy tale. He had never heard of this lake ever being here, nor had he even seen it here before. He walked out slowly to stand at its edge and looked into the waters, his reflection showed like a mirror.

He was about an average man, strongly built from working out to get rid of frustration on a bad day. He had no facial hair, liking to keep it clean, well kept black hair, and had bright blue eyes. He had blue jeans and a simple undershirt on, having come here from his gym in the garage. He sighed looking at his figure, he didn’t know what he had done to have everything go so wrong.

Suddenly, he felt as peace, without a problem or care in the world, he seemed happy almost. He saw his image smile and had a sparkle in its eye. Then he realized he Was smiling, he didn’t know why he had nothing to smile about. Then that giggle came from behind him, and he spun around to try and catch what it was, he opened his mouth in awe at the sight of it.

It was a woman, one of the most beautiful he had ever seen. There just didn’t seem to be anything wrong with her at all, pristine down to the last detail, and the more he looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed to become. She had brilliant green eyes and long blonde hair, but there was two features the stuck out the most to him. The first, where two large wings sprouting from her back, like a dragonfly’s, a rainbow seemed to glisten over them and they looked rather fragile. The second, was the fact she wore no clothing stand before him in the nude, her breasts standing out to be viewed by him and her hairless vagina present as well.

As he stood staring at her figure she giggled again, “You humans are so funny, can’t stop staring at a woman.” She giggled again watching his eyes dip up and down then snap back to her eyes, facing turning red a little. “You shouldn’t..Wait what are you!?” he was very confused suddenly, this didn’t seem real, but he felt so calm almost drawn to her, he was fighting not to take a step towards her. She giggled again, shifting her weight onto one leg, “What’s the matter? You don’t like me?” He blinked and took a step forward, “No! Your..lovely!” She smiled at that, he didn’t seem to have much objection or control for some reason.

She raised a hand and made a beckoning motion to him, he began walking slowly towards her, he couldn’t help but go to her. “Come here..you look so trouble, I want to help you..” she said it slowly and with a slight seductive tone. He moved to her, standing directly in front of her his eyes locked to hers, she gave him a loving smile and moved her lips right next to his brushing against them. “I can make it all go away..just surrender yourself to me..” she whispered softly to him. He struggled for a moment but her alluring presence coupled with his recent trauma broke his resolve, he whispered back, “I’ll do anything.”

She gave a soft giggle, this one sounded nothing like that of a little girl, more a women getting what she wanted from a man. She pressed her lips to his and he succumbed to her, wrapping his arms around her lithe form and kissing her deeply, their tongues intertwining within one another, he easily feel the hardness straining against his pants now, as it had been since he laid eyes on her. The kiss seemed to last for eternity as he forgot what it was like to have never known this woman; she was slowly taking over the way he thought with the way she looked.

He pulled away from her lips slowly, looking into her opening eyes with a new longing, she whispered to him, “You can have me..and you will submit yourself to me..” He was suddenly overcome with desire for her, he couldn’t stop what he was going to do next because it filled every fiber of his body suddenly. He didn’t know how he had lost his clothes or if he had even had them before, whichever it was he didn’t care.

He pushed up against her and easily found a soft wall made of leaves behind her that was strong yet soft and pressed her up against it kissing her lustfully. She made a small noise into his mouth that he ignored as if it was a sound of protest, moving to hold her up by her legs taking control during the situation. Then without warning he viciously entered her and pounded against her into the vines he was the only thing holding her up now. He was becoming an animal, he didn’t care about his previous life anymore, and his sole object was this fascinating woman and being with her. He continued to pound against her as she moaned gleefully into the air as he grunted with each thrust. Her glistening wings flapped in rhythm to each thrust, sparkling lights falling around them as he continued on in her. As he held her and continued he brought is lips back to hers and continued with a lustful kiss again, this time they each were moaning into the others mouths in the joy of the moment.

As he continued his lust for her she started to moan ever louder, almost trying to force herself back against him with each thrust into her. Her wings started to flap against his back now as her hands clung to him for support the dust fell around them more, each one that hit him felt like her touching him all over in a ever caressing fashion. He began to feel the pressure building as he thrust harder, slamming against her in long slow, but still fast thrusts.  And then simultaneously the moaned into each other’s mouths as her wings went crazy beating around her. He felt himself releasing into her as she clamped onto him having an orgasm in rhythm with his own heightening the experience. He started to go limp as he continued to pour into her wave after wave, each time she clung to him a little tighter.

As he began to become too weak to support his legs he started to fall backwards, the motes of dust had put him through a feeling the near exhausted him because of it. Her wings let them slowly fall to the soft grass below them still holding onto one another, and still connected. She looked into his eyes with a pleased smile, “Your amazing..for a human..my human..” and she began kissing him once more, this one filled with passion. He found the energy to kiss back, his mind slipping into oblivion as he forgot everything he once was, he now belonged to this magnificent being.

The Other Side of the Coin Chapter 13

dandalk on Supernatural Stories

I and lesbian domina Gerilynn eat out a couple of straight girls and then Gerilynn dominates me, meting out severe punishment for a couple of my missteps. Meanwhile, Jason and Diana firm up their evolving friendship with more oral sex.

Haunted Mirror

K.Teal on Supernatural Stories

The sun was bright this spring morning, and many of the trees were blossoming already. Kathy stould infront of a mirror and looked over her naked body, her lovely round breasts, her tuant stomach and curvy hips. She slid her hand down to her little triangle tuff of hair between her legs and shuddered in delight. She shuddered slightly as her nipples stiffened slightly. "Oh...." she purred softly.

Kathy had only started to explore her young body, learning how to please and tease it on her own. She learned that just by softly teasing her nipples and her little pussy she could make herself so wet. She turned slightly in the mirror and looked at her nice round ass, and purred again. She let out a long breath as she moved herself slowly twords her bed, and glanced at her ala

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rm clock. "Hmm, I have an hour... I can play." she purred to herself before she layed back on it sideways and propped her head up on her pillows so she could watch herself in her full length mirror. She lifted her legs up onto the edge of the bed and spread them wide giving herself a good full view of her naked pink pussy. She let out another breath as her fingers glided between the lips as she let out a soft moan. Her eyes closed as her other hand moved to play and tweak with her nipples

She glanced at the mirror and purred softly a moment as she slid a finger into her little slit and swirled it around, her eyes were locked upon the site of her finger pushing into her body when she saw the mirror ripple slightly and her reflection looked as if there was something else overlapping. She gasped and sat up straight, her eyes locked on the mirror as she pulled her blanket over her body as her own image faded away and left behind the image of a very cute guy. This guy had a dark tan complection and wavy blond hair. She let out a scream as she bolted from her bed moving to the door.

The guy pounded his hands on the mirror as she tore out of her room screaming loudly, running smack into her mother. Her mother grabbed her by the shoulders and looked at her concerned. "Honey what is it?" "There is a guy in my room, a guy in my..." she pointed to her room and her mother went running inside looking around. All that was there was her empty mirror her bed, and her open window. Her mother leaned out of her window looking down at the ground and saw no one. "Honey there isn't anyone here... Paul Paul.." She yelled as Kathy's father came tearing in. "Paul.... Kathy says she saw a man in her room..." Her father waisted no time as he bounded down the stairs to check around the house.

After several moments, and Kathy now dressed her father returned. "He must have gotten away, I'm calling the police, what did he look like." Kathy gave a description and then sat on the edge of her bed, wrapping her arms around her stomach. She didn't dare say she saw him in her mirror, it was probibly just his reflection from the window anyways.

Her father made a report and that was that. Kathy went to finish unpacking the last of her boxes from their move here. She was left alone in her room now, after her window had been shut and locked. Kathy's mother talked about getting her some nice curtains so even if the blinds were up, no one could see inside.

Kathy stould a moment, inspecting her mirror, they had found it in the house and Kathy just fell in love with it, her mother said perhaps with some refinishing and a new stain it would look very nice, and agree'd to let Kathy keep the mirror.

Kathy slid her fingers over the glass, and then started looking behind it. "Yep, just his reflection from my window. She said simply as she pulled the blinds and moved to lock her door. "I'm so randy now... christ... just a moment and it will be all better." she murmered as she moved to slide on her bed. She undid her jeans shorts and slipped them off her hips, along with her panties.

Her fingers once again went down to her pussy, as she bucked her hips around impatiently. She was horny as all hell this time. Her fingers dipped right into her slit as she closed her eyes and started to push deep into herself as she gave a moan into the air. Her eyes opened again as she looked to see her finger and pussy in the mirror but again, there was the guy. She jumped and sat up quickly, her and moving away. Her eyes went to the window but nothing, there was no one there looking in, her window was closed, the blinds pulled. The guy placed his hands on the mirror from the inside, and looked at her with lust.

She felt herself grow wetter, as she shuddered and looked at him back moving to slide her finger over her clit now and watch him. He licked his lips and pressed against the glass more, pushing hard as his hands started to slide through slightly, and all Kathy wanted was to get closer to him. She slid off the bed and walked slowly his way, her eyes never leaving his as she came right up infront of him. His hand reached out as far as it could go and grabbed her breast squeezing and pulling at her nipples causing waves of exstacy to course through her body. She let him continue to play with her breasts as she moaned and flicked her clit. For a while all she could do was feel his hands on her breasts, shoving and pushing them around as she continues to pound her pussy with her finger, then one of his hands slid down and batted her's out of the way.

His hand then slid down to her pussy, sliding over her folds as he went right to work. His finger pushed into her, while his thumb swirled over her clit, sending her waves of excitement to course through her body. It didn't take long before her juices were flowing down her legs and her muscles were spasming around his finger. She gave a gasping moan from her lips and shuddered leaning against the mirror, pushing her skin close to the rippling glass until she felt his mouth lock on her breast. She gasped and moaned more as he started to suck and flick her nipple with is tongue. His hand left her cunt and moved to her waist, holding her tightly to the mirror for a moment as his mouth teased her breast, then after a moment he turned her around forcefully, one hand bending her over at the waist while the other gripped her hip tightly. She felt his something nudge her cunt, pushing at her folds as she squirmed and gaspsed.

Half of her mind wanted him to do it, to push into her body, while the other half was screaming stop, don't do this. She felt so confused as he started to spead her pussy lips with his cock. She then pushed herself forward tearing herself from his grasp as she fell to the floor, crawling twords her bed. She turned around and looked at the mirror seeing him frustrated and angry, as his hands slid back through and started pounding on the mirror again until he faded. She layed there on the floor panting unsure what to do for a long moment, before she slowly slid her clothes back onto her body.

Kathy spent the rest of the day avoiding her room, she helped her mother unpack the kitchen items, then helped her father unload his tools. Soon dinner was done and over with, and the late night movie was over with. Her father stould up and yawned, pulling her mother to her feet. "Alright troopers, bedtime, we got a busy day tomarrow.." he announced as he headed for bed. Her mother followed "Nite Honey, you sleep well." Kathy nodded her head and slowly crawled to her room. 

The girl poked her head in first and saw nothing, so she slid in all the way shutting her door and moving to pull on her night gown. She watched the mirror like a hawk, afraid of something coming through it, though it was silly, she knew it was just her imagination earlier... she was just to involved in her pleasureing herself she let her mind get away from her. She rationalized it as she started to undress.

As soon as she was naked, the guy returned and watched her with lustfilled eyes. But she ignored him, and pulled on her night gown, moving to her bed to crawl under her blankets. "Your not real. "She announced as she turned her back to the mirror and closed her eyes.  She layed there a long while as she shifted around trying to get comfertable, but at the same time not look at the mirror.

The hours ticked by and finally Kathy felt sleepy, and started difting off. The first thing she felt was a cool breath on her ear, and the sound of whispers. "I want you.." it murmered to her, as she then felt the cool tickle of kisses on her neck.

Kathy moaned softly, her body unable to help it. The kisses moved down from her neck to her shoulder, as she felt hands press onto her breasts. Her nipples stiffened, causing her to moan some more as she rolled over onto her back, her eyes still closed. The front of her night gown unbottoned as the cloth was pulled away from her breasts, and soon her nipples felt as if they were being sucked upon. Kathy felt around trying to feel who was doing this to her body, but felt nothing at all. The mouth sucked and pulled upon her breast and them moved to the next one, doing the same.

As the mouth sucked upon her skin, Kathy could feel her night gown being pulled up her body, moving to bunch around her waist, as a hand moved her panties aside so it could tease her cunt, and probe her insides. All she could do was moan and buck wildly against the touch as her juices started to drip out of her body again. The mouth then moved from her breast and lowered down to her cunt, licking past her panties to get at her folds.

All Kathy could do was moan, as the tongue flicked and drove into her clit and drove deep into her folds teasing her over and over again as her fluids started to drench her skin. "More..." she moaned into the air, bucking her hips over and over again as she gasped loudly. "More... more.." was all she could manage to say. Soon her lips were covered with a mouth, it felt like a mouth atleast but when she opened her eyes she couldn't see anything at all over her, kissing her and shoving it's tongue down her throat. She felt the cock again at her folds, pushing itself forward with out warning this time as it shoved deep into her body.
It felt tight, stretching her and burning deep inside as she gave a muffled wimper over the ghost tongue that was swirling around her mouth. She wanted it to stop now, as the pain flooded her, it was no longer feeling good. She pulled her head to the side, but the mouth wouldn't leave her, it remained locked on her lips. The cock started to pound into her body pushing deeper and deeper into her as she started crying out in pain. It was burning deep inside, and hurt like hell, all she could do was cry and lay back as the ghost just pounded in her over and over again.

Eventually the pain subsided and the burning went away as the cock had her so stretched, tingles shot through her skin, as she could feel the tightness rub against her pussy lips, now coursing her with pleasure. She bucked her hips up and started to rock her body as the cock went on and on.

Kathy's muscles started spasming around the ghost cock, as she found her self exploding inside. She shuddered and gaspsed against the ghost mouth as it continued to lick at her tongue and suck on her lower lip. The cock continued to pound away into her tightly stretched folds, pushing her further and further along in her own orgasm.

Kathy squirmed and thrashed around as she panted heavly, bucking against the cock over and over again as she tried to burry it so deep inside her body, as the cock continued to pound at her folds not stopping for anything.

After a moment as she continued to plunge deep into her own orgasm, the waves of pleasure not letting up at all, she started to feel her breath get sucked right out of her lungs, as if the mouth locked on her lips was sucking deep at her soul. She squirmed and tried to get away now, as she couldn't breath, and felt as if something heavy was pushing on her chest.

Her hands grasped at the bedcovers as she tried to excape, and close her legs to stop the cock from pounding into her, but there was nothing she could do. Her head turned to the mirror now and she found it glowing red and flickering like it was on fire. She could see the reflection of the guy ontop of her, pounding into her cunt, with his lips locked onto her's sucking the breath from her body though on his head he hand horns, and a tail was coming out of his back end.

As Kathy started to cry and the world started spinning the creature's reflection in the mirror leaned back, ripping away from her lips as she could hear a loud bellow into the air. It gripped her hips tightly and held her body to it's cock as she could feel it spasm and shoot liquid deep into her cunt. The creature gave one final hard thrust before pulling off her and vanishing back into the mirror.

Kathy layed on the bed, dizzy and scared, curling up into a ball as she sobbed, then finally drifted to sleep.   

The Linen Room

styme779 on Supernatural Stories


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

continued right down to my toes.

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

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

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

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

swallowed every last drop.

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

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

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

floor. Thank god no one heard a thing.

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

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

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

OK, Jeff talk to you later bye

See ya

That night at work again Samantha again did not return.

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

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