She harruped and got off her chair, stalking off to fetch the cloth. He followed her with steely eyes as she returned to start swiping lightly at a shelf of canned goods. Clearing his throat, she gave him a look to kill, which he returned with a glare of whatever. With a sigh, she started doing the task more thoroughly and Chris returned to his paperwork. The clock told him there was four more hours for Purgatory left.
After midnight, he parked his truck and rode across town on his ten year old second hand bike. With gas prices the way they were, Chris used his bike whenever he could. He used to drive into Kansas City to browse bookstores and gaming shops on his Wednesdays off, but things were too tight for that now. At least he was welcome as his buddy Dave Chapman’s house on game nights to take on his identity as Percodan the Wizard.
Percodan the Wizard came up to the campfire where four others sat: Gomer the dwarf, Sylvian the Elf, Macrome the Druid and an unknown Human fighter. “Greetings, friends. How fare you this bright evening?”
“Where the fuck have you been?” growled the fighter.
“I have been on the other side of the forest, gathering elements for my incantations.”
“Percodan is a truth teller and trusthworthy,” Sylvian intoned. “If he could not have joined us earlier, it is because he had urgent business.”
“Shit, every game I’ve played in before, you either get there at the start or you don’t play.”
“Stay in character, Todd” Dave the Dungeonmaster said. “Chris has been playing here for 16 years, and didn’t get off work until midnight. He’s welcome here anytime, and as far as I’m concerned, he can enter an adventure in the middle.”
“All right, but he’s not getting a full share of the treasure,” the fighter fumed. “What kind of dumbfuck name is Percodan anyway? Sounds like the stuff they gave my Dad when he was in the hospital.”
Three flashes of brilliance emerged from Percodan’s hand and smote the fighter a surprised expression on his face. “Shit,” he said. Three more flashes turned him into a piece of smoldering toast, and the party gathered themselves to find another campsite.
“All right, but you guys are really fucked to go adventuring without a fighter,” said the ashes.
3:00 AM found Dave and Chris having breakfast at an all night restaurant on 23rd Street. “I’m sorry about Todd, Chris,” Dave began. “He came a couple of times when you were off at Intersection 14. In some ways, I’m glad you ran him off: he’s always been arguing rules and trying stuff that would kill Superman.”
“Don’t worry about it, Dave,” Chris replied through corned beef hash and eggs. “I’m just getting tired of all the young guys with an attitude.”
“All the young guys have an attitude,” Dave snorted.
“How many guys like him have we played with over the years?”
Dave looked up at the ceiling and nibbled at his toast. “Nine. Not counting big head Todd.”
They worked on their food, and signaled for more coffee. Chris pushed back his plate and said, “You’ll never believe who I’ve been working for this week.”
“Who?”
“Someone who almost flunked the two of us our junior year.”
“You’ll have to be more specific.”
“Frau Pearson.”
“Frau Pearson? She still alive?”
“Yeah. Living down in old West Lawrence. Beautiful house, beautiful yard.”
“Why did she need your help?”
“She screwed up her ankle, and couldn’t do the yard work herself. Had a neighbor kid help her for a few weeks, but he went on vacation last Thursday.”
Sipping his coffee, Dave grew reflective. “You know, Frau Pearson is the first person I ever masturbated to.”
Chris did a classic spit take with his coffee under the table. “What? In class?”
“No, you moron, not in class. In my bedroom, in the dark. Geez, who could get away with anything in her class?” He pushed away an egg stained plate. “I used to picture her in a bustier, those lovely Teutonic tits pushed up and peeking over the top, a garter belt, black stockings and thigh high leather spike heeled boots.”
“You’re sick, dude.”
“Oh yeah? When was the last time you got laid?”
“Not that long ago.”
“Come on, it’s been ten years at least.”
“No, it was two years ago at Omaha. That girl from Wichita who came dressed as a Klingon.”
“Called herself Ga’arasha? Her? Shit, she acted like she had teeth down below, and wanted to use them.”
Chris smiled. “She surely didn’t.”
“No way you had her, no way. All the guys were staying away from that bitch. Although she was pretty cute, I guess, if she ever took the makeup off.”
“I was the only one who could speak Klingon with her. Why do you think I missed the last morning?”
Dave shook his head. “All right, all right. You still in touch with her?”
“Nope,” he said, looking down to take a slug of coffee.
“How come?”
“We e-mailed, instant messaged a while. Spent a day at an Emporia hotel, oh, I can’t think of it. Wanted me to move to Wichita.”
Dave put his mug down. “Why didn’t you?”
“She didn’t understand I had to take care of Mom.”
They sat for a few silent moments, before picking up their checks and moving to the register.
Chris woke up the next morning, and read a chapter of his favorite Harry Potter book. The tiny windows of his basement apartment told him it was still fairly early, peeking in across the stacks of paperbacks, dirty clothes, and collectable toys. He was thinking about how much time he’d have to play his favorite Internet game when he remembered his promise to finish Frau Pearson’s yard that morning. He thought about calling in sick, but from his student days he remembered that nobody lied successfully to her and resigned himself. Maybe she wouldn’t be home. He pulled on a t-shirt and shorts, with his signature blue high tops.
There was no indication of activity when he pulled up and parked on the street. Her garage was around back, so there was no way to know if she was home. Taking his shears, he finished the hedge he worked on the day before, and went around to the back. A light in the kitchen outlined a figure puttering around within: she moved slowly and easily and didn’t seem to be using her crutches. He bent to work, trying to calculate exactly how much branch to remove in order to keep his crotch quiet.
The door opened behind him. “I have some lemonade, Chris. Are you interested?”
She stood in the doorway in a blue floral dress with a V neck, barefoot and her hair hanging down past her shoulders. Chris thought for a moment of a lie, but backed down: “Sure, Frau Pearson, I’ve love a glass.”
He put down his clippers and entered the kitchen. She picked two frosty glasses off the counter, and said: “Let’s sit in the living room and be comfortable.” He followed her dumbly.
The living room was full of older furniture and lined with a couple of huge bookshelves, with titles in several different languages. A cookoo clock ticked away beside the window, which was framed by a couple of planters with vines. The rug was well worn and the edges revealed a hardwood floor beneath. There were two chairs by the window, and a long, low table in front of a couch.
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Sitting on an overstuffed chair, Chris sipped his drink as she settled on the couch across from him. When she sat, the brown expanse of her chest revealed a line of white: a dawn line that hinted at what lay beneath. The sight stirred him, and he crossed his legs to hide his interest. “Tell me, Chris, what have you been up to since you graduated from High School?”
“Oh, not much. Tried college at Lindsborg and here. Got a job, just trying to make ends meet, taking care of Mom.”
“Your mother is a widow.”
“Yeah, for five years.”
“Is she in good health?”
“Well, she’s on oxygen all the time now, since she’s always smoked.”
“Do you smoke?”
“Only a cigar once in a while.”
They sipped their drinks, and her eyes grew eager and bright. He looked into the blue depths, entranced. “Where do you come from in Germany?”
She looked at a picture on the end table. “I come from a village a few miles from the Czech border in Bavaria. The year I was born, it started moving away from me. My parents died during the war in a bombing raid and I was in a orphanage in Müchen until I was 18. I got a job at an American base and that’s where I met Johnny.”
“Your husband?”
“Yes. He married me at 19 and brought me here when he got out of the Army.”
“What did he teach?”
“He taught English literature. It was a crazy life, having four little ones, a new on every year, then going to college myself for a teacher’s certificate. But it was a good life.”
“How many grandchildren do you have?”
“23, and 4 great grandchildren coming after.”
He struggled not to fumble his glass. “When did you start teaching at Lawrence High?”
“In 1970, right after Johnny died in that accident near Topeka. I had to go to work to support the family. It was wonderful, I loved teaching and I hated to retire. But things have gone well since.”
Another nervous sip, and Chris looked around at a panoply of photos: old and new, they told the story of her family, her broad smile echoed in several faces young and old. “I remember you used to write a lot when you where in school, had several poems in the paper,” she continued.. Do you still write?"
“A little. I’ve got some stuff online, stories and poems. Got my own webpage on an independent author’s site.”
“Do you have anything published?”
“No.”
“Even try?”
“No. Don’t know how to do it.”
She looked at him, concern in her eyes. “You are so talented. Hiding your light under a bushel, you are. I’d like to read your stories.”
“You can find me on Google.”
His eyes flitted down to the white dawn line. She moved to the floor in front of her couch, leaning back against it. Her breasts rested on the table, and the dawn line increased. “Do you have a girlfriend, Chris?”
“Not now.”
“How long has it been?”
“A couple of years.”
She leaned forward and more whiteness came to light. “I’m very flattered, Chris.”
He looked up at her eyes: they were shining. “I beg your pardon.”
“It’s been a long time since a man looked at me.”
Shaking his head, he said: “I don’t understand.”
A hand undid the top button on her dress, revealing more milky whiteness. “What you did for me yesterday was special. You held me in such a way. I can’t describe what feelings were going through me.”
“I just wanted to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.”
“And I didn’t.” Her legs were thrust under the coffee table and her feet stuck out the other side, she wiggled her brown toes in celebration. “Thanks to you, I got rid of that awful boot and now I can walk free, as long as I’m careful.”
“That’s nice,” he muttered, struggling to control himself. The bulge in his shorts was growing and she devoured it eagerly with her eyes.
“You have a nice turnip. I could feel it against me yesterday.”
“Huh?”
Another button came undone, and more white curves were exposed. “You can look at my breasts, go ahead. When I was younger I used to go to the nude beaches on the Baltic. My mother might have called me shameless.” She pulled one side back and revealed one breast to him, offering him her pure flesh. “I can tell you like looking at me. It’s been so long.” Then the other side was pulled back and her breasts were lying on the table before her, her huge brown nipples erecting. “Touch them, schatzi. I know you want to. Please.”
Tentatively, he side off his chair onto the floor and pulled over beside the coffee table. His left hand reached out delicately to stroke her skin, tracing gentle circles. Her eyes closed and her hand rested on his thigh. “Susser kopf,,” she murmured.
With both hands, he began caressing her breasts, lifting them and kneading them; she cooed in appreciation. Lifting a bud to his lips, he kissed it and began to circle his tongue around it. She moaned and sighed, reaching her right hand to pull his head close as he nursed her while her left stroked the stiff bulge in his shorts.
“Put your hand between my legs,” she whispered. He did, running his palm up and down between her knee and her crotch, finding she was not wearing underwear. A questing finger found dampness and thrust inward.
“Ja, ja, schatzi. You are so good to me. I dreamed of this all night long.” Emboldened, he put another finger and another comfortably into her slit, while stroking her breasts with his free hand. She sought his fly and unzipped it, bringing his member into daylight with a gasp. “The girls are missing something here. You have such a nice turnip.” She stroked it and traced her finger around the end with its dampness.
Lost in sensations, he worked harder and harder on her, making her sigh and tremble more and more. She gasped and began to shake, loosening her grip on him. He kept it up, bringing her closer and closer until she screamed and grasped the end of the couch hard. “Schatzi, schatzi, schatzi, schatzi, mein liebling.” Finally, she pushed his hand from between her legs and took deep shuddering breaths. Her eyes flickered open at last, and glistened.
Her hand stirred in his crotch and she whispered: “What can I do for you? I will do anything for you, liebling. I will do things I have never done before.”
He looked into her eyes and trembled. The passion between his legs fought with the embarrassment in his mind. I’ve just finger fucked my old German teacher, he told himself, and she wants to bring me off. Her fingers reached underneath to tickle the wrinkled skin of his testicles, and his penis shot up rock hard, glistening. Sweat poured from every pore of his body, he could smell himself and her strongly, and his nostrils curled with a sour smell.
“I’ve got to get ready for work,” he mumbled.
She shook her head. “Really?”
“Really.” He jumped to his feet awkwardly. “I’ve got to go. I’ll get the hedges done, ah, Friday. Bye.” He downed the rest of his lemonade and raced to the kitchen to put the tumbler on the counter before banging out the back door.
He got back home, his pecker still rock hard, and threw himself into something he never did before: the yardwork around his mother’s house. If she had been home, she would have thought him insane, but she’d left for his sister’s in St. Joseph that morning, so he was alone in his vulnerability.
After mowing the grass and clipping the bushes within an inch of their lives, he microwaved an entree for dinner and booted up his computer to play his favorite Internet adventure until his eyes felt like sand and he could no longer stay awake. All night he dreamed he was at the blackboard working through German declensions while Frau Pearson sat, topless and appealing, saying: “Hast du jezst gelernt?” over and over again.
He awakened in the early morning light on his back with a small tent at his waist. When the for evaporated, he threw back the covers and began stroking himself like a teenager, trying to burn through his passion as quickly as he could to drive the shame and horror from his consciousness so he could forget her offer to please him.
The End
My Playmate
Saturday morning was just like my mood. Bright and sunny, but with a cloudless sky that somehow felt empty and cold.
For the first time, I could clearly see that a future did indeed exist for me. Today was the first day of the rest of my life. Very cliché, but very true in this case. I’d been given a blank slate. I could start fresh. Think of every catchphrase that would apply and throw it at me. I was free.
And yet that newfound freedom had come with a price. Courtney was gone. And her absence was now an empty hole in my heart. The first time she had left was just a trial run. Intellectually, I knew that she was gone. But for months I’d locked my happy memories of her inside of me, trapping them in, afraid to let them go. I wasn’t ready to break up with her yet. Whenever she had called, I’d pretended that we were still together, having a long distance relationship or something. Before, when I had seen a photo of Courtney, I glanced fondly after it as if she were only out for a few hours and would be returning soon.
But while time had not healed all wounds, it did allow me to get used to Courtney’s absence. And so by last night, after months of acclimating to life without her, I was able to take the shock and have the closure I needed. We had parted on awkward terms the first time. But not this time.
When we’d been dating, Courtney had been way too much for me to handle. She was vibrant, sexy, and constantly in motion. She didn’t have time to get bogged down with a deep emotional connection. And with her sex drive, I had just been in way over my head. I was the one hopelessly in love, a feeling she didn’t share and wasn’t ready for. When she had walked out of my life the first time, I hadn’t really believed it. Inside, I was always just waiting for her to come back.
Now I knew better. Now I was a calm, rational human being.
Hanging on the wall next to my bed, I saw a photo of Courtney and me snuggling together. Now the pain felt fresh. I couldn’t pretend anymore. The anger came automatically as I lashed out, punching the glass frame straight back. Shards of glass fell to the floor around my bloody knuckle.
Breathe…
I was moving on. It was a sunny day out.
Good weather to go for a walk.
It was the final month of my sophomore year. Classwork was piling up and Finals were just around the corner. I could head to the library, but my brain couldn’t focus and studying just wasn’t an option.
Back out in the fresh air once again, I just started walking. Mentally I was flailing out in every direction, trying to find something to latch onto and stop the rapid-fire pace in my head. And then I finally had that something.
I filled my mind with all the happy memories I’d taken away from this past semester. Unsurprisingly, most of those memories had something to do with Anna. Like the way she got so excited after beating me at Uno. Or the little smile that crawled onto her face after a particularly sarcastic (but funny) remark. I thought back at all the hours we had spent together just as friends. Anna was a sweet, still innocent girl, and I would be lucky to have her in my life.
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But I knew right then that I shouldn’t start a relationship with her.
Right now, I was still just damaged goods. It wouldn’t be fair to Anna. A semester of denial had not done enough to let me get over Courtney. And now the wound was still fresh in my heart. If I hooked up with Anna on the rebound, our relationship would be doomed to failure.
It was a good thing my epiphany had come when it did, just barely before I started dating Anna as opposed to afterwards. Because now I still could nip our budding relationship in time to remain good friends. And I really needed good friends right now.
I had to make everything right. So I turned at the next street and made a beeline for the girls’ apartment.
***
Surprisingly, Anna was home when I got there, still in her pajamas. She had a regular Saturday morning meeting and didn’t usually get back for another half hour at least. I’d been counting on those thirty minutes to compose what I wanted to say. But now all I had left was instinct.
“Hi.” Anna smiled up at me and got up from her spot on the couch. A throwaway girls magazine dropped onto the coffee table, a far cry from her usual study material. Perhaps she couldn’t really focus either. She stood right in front of me as we rather awkwardly looked at each other. “I was wondering when you’d be coming by,” she told me.
I was still searching for the right words. **Why couldn’t I have had more time to think about this?** Then I decided that an apology is always a good way to start. “I’m sorry about last night. I-”
“Don’t be,” she interrupted. “Stuff happens. And we were both rather surprised. Courtney had a big impact on both our lives.”
“I know. And that’s why we can’t be together. Last night, Courtney and I-”
Anna interrupted again. “Don’t say it. I can guess, but I don’t even want to know what happened.” Anna’s eyes were hard, serious. And at the same time she was showing me a tender vulnerability I’d never seen in her before. This was as wide open as Anna’s emotions ever got. “What you had with Courtney was very special. I get that. But it’s not the important thing right now.”
“But what Courtney and I had is still a big influence on me and my emotions right now.”
“That doesn’t matter to me, either.” Anna stood closer to me and reached up to wrap her arms behind my neck. “The only thing that matters to me is that right here, right now, you show me what it means to make love. I don’t want to wait another day.”
“Excuse me?” Surprise was an understatement for me.
She pulled her head back while keeping her hands locked behind my neck. “Do you like me?”
“Of course.”
“Well I’m in love with you. And you damn well know it.”
I did know it. Heck, according to Christine, half the campus knew it. But I wasn’t there yet with Anna. I still had too many bonds tying me to Courtney.
Anna just continued while staring right into the back of my eyes, pouring out her soul into me. “All I could think about for days was our Friday night date. I’d already made up my mind that Friday night would be the night I showed you how much I love you. Friday night you would make me a woman. Friday night!”
“I’m so sorry.” Sympathy welled up inside me for what this poor girl with an intense crush was going through. And already it made me feel a little obligated to give something back to her.
“It’s not your fault,” Anna soothed me. “What’s important is that you’re here. Now.”
I relaxed somewhat. I leaned down until our foreheads were touching as we held each other, eyes closed and feeling the warm energy pass between us. She was my friend. And maybe even more. The hug she was giving me felt so damn good, better than I’d felt in months. And I could feel the surge of adrenaline inside my limbs ordering me to grab this girl, make love to her, and never let her go.
Anna’s expression then took on a hard edge as her eyes opened up. “But I’ve been waiting a lot longer than I’d expected to. I’d planned on two or three hours of eating and talking and romance before I tried to seduce you. But that was Friday night. I don’t have the patience for all that bullshit right now. So I’m going to drag you into my room and fuck you until you pass out. Can you handle that?” Her voice was quiet, calm, and deadly serious.
“Uh, yes, ma’am.” This cold aggression seemed so strange coming from Anna, it was rather frightening. “But this is kind of a weird mood.”
“You let me worry about the mood.” And then Anna’s arms were tugging on my head and her lips were searing across mine. It was a fiery liplock I didn’t know this innocent little girl had in her. She was kissing me so hard I was amazed my teeth didn’t hurt.
Her taste was half-familiar. Only a few days had passed since our lips last touched. The sweet flavor and heady aroma of her skin filled my senses and activated all the hormonal male nerves in my body. It was as if I could sense automatically that a willing female was in animalistic heat, sending out nature’s mating call.
Anna laughed into our kiss and then she was the aggressor, pushing me until my back hit the wall. And then once she had my larger body pinned her hands took to roving across my torso before grabbing onto my hips and thrusting her body into me, feeling my newfound erection pressed against her belly.
**I shouldn’t be doing this… But it feels so damn good…**
I let Anna take complete charge of this encounter. The feelings she was instilling in me blinded me to all my rational decision-making, leaving nothing but the pleasant emotions and sense of comfortability with Anna. I had only recently ever thought of her as a red-blooded woman, but the passion of her love for me was clearly making its mark on me. How could I possibly ever think of rejecting such love?
Anna grew tired of simply making out with me. Her body screamed at me with a hunger, and then she was pulling my physically into her bedroom and slamming the door shut. I was a helpless doll in her hands as she shuffled me around until I was sitting on her bed with my feet on the floor. She helped me lift my shirt over my head, stopping to examine my pecs and stomach. I was no musclebound hunk, but I didn’t have any flab either and Anna slowed down to touch me gently, as if trying to memorize every part of my body.
I had seen the focus and determination Anna could put into her studies. Now I was the object of that focus, and it made me feel very, very good to be held in that regard. And then Anna was kneeling before me, tugging my jeans and underwear off of my hips. My erection sprang into view once she got the offending garments to my knees, and she stopped to stare in wonderment at her very first adult penis.
The collar of her pajama shirt hung down loosely while she was bent over, and the gentle swells of her naked breasts came into my vision, causing an extra jump in my cock. And Anna giggled while watching my member twitch of its own accord.
I delighted in seeing her reaction, so I flexed my PC muscles to make it wave again before letting gravity drop it back. Anna looked up into my eyes, her youthful face full of energy and vigor, her irises sparkling. She got an impish grin on her face and reached down to remove her own shirt. And when her fully naked breasts came into my view she watched intently as my dick started twitching towards them again.
It was my first time to see Anna’s naked torso. I’d already known from swimsuits that while not especially toned nor a frequent exerciser like Courtney, Anna was still a healthy eater who took care of her body. And so her slender frame with minimal fat now greatly accentuated her B-cup breasts, looking larger than I’d expected and hanging perfectly with erect, cute nipples. Nipples that were soon being tweaked by Anna’s own fingers, and she moaned in arousal while caressing her own breasts and then giggled as she saw how it affected my dick.
Anna then took the next step of wrapping her hands around the shaft. First it was just her right hand, curled around the base and wide-eyed at the length still poking out the top. Her left fingers then traced around the mushroom head, tickling the nerves underneath the ridgeline. I couldn’t help but groan at her touch.
Anna intently studied me for the next several minutes as her right hand pumped up and down, experimenting by trial and error to determine the proper force and speed to apply, using my audible moans as indicators.
I just let her play with me, letting her obvious enthusiasm make up for her inexperience. Her touch was just enough to keep me hard and aroused, but not so much that I felt in any danger of blasting off.
It was unexpected then when she ducked her head and took me into her mouth, gulping down as much as possible before her gag reflex made her choke a bit and pull off. The hot, wet sensation nearly set me off right then, but as my cock returned to the cool air I cooled down as well.
I was better prepared when she ducked again and ran her tongue from base to crown, licking and slurping as she went. Then very quickly she picked up on how much I loved it when her lips and tongue danced around the head while her hand pumped up and down the shaft. It was far from the best blowjob I’d ever had. But the mental arousal of knowing this was innocent Anna blowing me added significantly to the pleasure factor.
She popped off long enough to ask, “How am I doing?”
“Oh, that’s wonderful.”
Her grin was back. “Hmm. Well if you like that, watch this!”
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Anna took a deep breath and then took me into her mouth, lowering herself slowly inch by inch, breathing shallowly through her nostrils.
**No fucking way.** But sure enough, after a few moments, Anna had her lips locked around the base of my shaft as she had completed her deep throat of me.
Then she pulled back and away for a few moments to catch her breath.
“Wow,” was all I could croak. Already I was teetering on the edge. “How did you learn to do that?”
“Christine showed me. We practiced on one of her dildoes. It was one of those things I really wanted to learn before we did this. Can I do it again?”
“Anna, you can do it whenever the hell you want.”
She giggled and then breathing slowly, she lowered her head until she’d accomplished the feat once again. And this time when she began sucking powerfully, a vacuum tight atmosphere forming along the entire length of my cock, I could feel the bubbling of pressure in my balls.
My hands went to her head in warning and I mumbled, “Oh, I’m going to cum!”
Anna pulled back and started jacking my shaft with her right hand while the head was just barely inside of her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip. The first jet exploded into the back of Anna’s throat with enough force to cause her to back up a few inches, the head of my cock popping out of her mouth.
She closed her mouth to swallow and then the second jet splattered against her nose and cheek. Anna gasped in surprise, but her hand kept its pumping on its own and so the third jet flew out with just as much force, half hitting her lips and half going inside. And the rest of my cum started dribbling out, coating my own rod and spilling lower onto Anna’s neck and upper slopes of her naked breasts.
“Wow! It’s so hot! I mean, it’s much warmer than I’d expected,” she exclaimed, once I’d finished. “And you don’t taste bad at all.”
Her expression then became concerned, her eyes wide as she suddenly looked younger and more innocent than I ever imagined. “Did I do okay?”
I had to remember that despite her actual age, Anna was still a baby when it came to sexual experience. “Honey, that was wonderful.”
With a satisfied nod, Anna leaned in again and began to lick my cock clean while it was still semi-hard. And while her mouth was busy, she multi-tasked well enough to strip my jeans and underwear the rest of the way off my body until I was fully naked before her.
When her tasks were complete, Anna got up and stripped herself naked as well, revealing a freshly bare-shaven pussy for me with just a bit of fuzz re-growing. She noticed my gaze and answered the unspoken question. “Just did it Friday morning. I really wanted to be ready for you.”
She was ready for me. I could see the glistening moisture and the bright pink as her lips were already puffing out in anticipation. But I wanted to take my time with her.
I held my arms up and Anna came into my embrace. We fell back against the bed together and began to kiss slowly. It felt rather amazing to kiss her, like I was back in high school when kissing was the ultimate. The heady sensations running through my mind were exquisite as I let my emotions flow and my enjoyment at kissing Anna blitz through my mind, still trying to figure out this girl who was so new to me and yet such a dear, close friend.
She didn’t resist when I began to kiss my way lower. But I did feel her body tense up a bit in anticipation as she realized what my intentions were. She moaned happily when I first took a perky nipple into my mouth. And her body writhed against the bedsheets as I nuzzled my way across her sides and belly, teasing every inch of her skin.
I took my time in getting to my destination, being patient to titillate every nook and cranny of Anna’s body and building up her arousal until she was panting loudly in anticipation. After five minutes of exploring Anna’s naked body, her entire body was tense, like a taught bowstring just moments before firing its arrow.
And that arrow flew off the instant my tongue touched her clit. A piercing scream shattered the silent air and her hips bucked a few inches off the bed when my tongue first touched her, the wet pussy flying into my face and lifting me off the bed with her as she cried out in her first climax with another person.
I kept tonguing her through the entire orgasm, prolonging it for as long as I could, until she pushed my head away complaining that it was too sensitive. But the instant she’d reasserted herself, Anna gripped my shoulders and started pulling up along her body.
“Do it! Do it!” she commanded.
My conscience decided on that moment to rear its ugly head. What were the morals of having sex with Anna when I was still attached to the memory of Courtney? I hesitated, and Anna read the expression on my face.
“Pleeeease…” she begged.
“I want to be fair to you.”
“FUCK fair! Do you have any idea how intense my decision-making process to lose my virginity? I made my choice. I want this. Now fucking FUCK me! Do it!”
But despite her insistence, I knew I was going to take my time with this. My cock was locked and ready to go, and I settled my body over hers in a traditional missionary position.
Anna’s gaze was zoomed in on my erection between her legs, eyes wide open so as not to miss a moment. “Do it!” she urged me. “And don’t you DARE tease me. FUCK me already!”
I fought away a laugh at her desperation and instead held my dick and guided it into place. Anna cooed at me when she felt the head first nudging her wet lips to the side, and then she was holding her breath as the first inch burrowed its way forward. It was the absolute tightest thing I had ever felt, and I rather doubted I could fit into her.
“Relax…” I soothed. “You have to relax and breathe or it will be too tight. Now, breathe out.”
Anna just exhaled a long, slow breath and I glided forwards while her breath turned into a long moan. It loosened her up just enough for me to enter in until I came across her maidenhood, and I saw her eyes tighten up when my cock began to stretch it.
When she calmed down enough, I asked, “Ready?”
Anna’s eyes set in hard determination. “Do it.”
I leaned down to kiss her, my tongue probing before pulling back into my own mouth lest she bite down on it. And just when she began to whimper into my mouth I lunged forward in a sudden burst of energy and she cried out in momentary pain as I shredded her virginity.
Immediately I was kissing her again and rubbing her shoulders while I leaned my pelvis into her to grind against her clit. And after several short thrusting motions Anna blinked the tears out of her eyes and I could see the pleasure start to overcome the pain.
Then, when Anna wrapped her legs behind me and started tugging me into her, I knew that she was feeling the joy of her first act of making love. Her arms went around my neck and pulled me tightly against her, our bodies mashed up until we were as one person. Her tunnel was so extremely tight around me; it felt like our bodies were melding together.
Anna was crying again while I made short pumps, but these were tears of joy. “Ooh, it feels so good. YOU feel so good in me. It’s like I never want you to leave.”
I didn’t know how to respond, so I just kept kissing and thrusting.
“My man,” Anna groaned. “My man. Love me my man! Make love to me, honey. I don’t ever want this to stop!”
For a while, it seemed like we never would stop, slowly grinding and undulating our bodies together. Anna came to one whimpering climax while we made love. And then she started building up to another one while I felt my own restraint slipping away.
“Fuck me…” she breathed. “Fuck me…”
MY PLAYMATE……
We were both so close, our bodies sweaty and soaking the bedsheets. And as I approached the edge I pulled myself out of this beautiful little virgin, readying myself to fire away.
“Nooo! In me! In me!”
“But-”
“I’m on the pill. I told you I wanted to be ready for you. In me! In me!”
Anna was so revved up that she grabbed my dick in her hands and shoved my meat back into her wet pussy, and the instant my cock buried itself back in she came, wailing to the world how happy she felt.
And from the extreme constriction and the pulsing muscles of her climaxing pussy, I lost the last bit of my own control and then I was blasting off, calling out my climax to her while Anna thrashed left and right on the bed in absolute ecstasy.
Anna kept spasming and squirming long after I spurted my last string of semen into her body, and I held her in my arms, kissing her gently as she gradually came down from her extreme high.
“I wished we had done this months ago…” she groaned, regretfully. “I’ve already lost so much time.” And then a huge smile spread across her face while I slowly went limp inside of her. “I’ll bet every girl dreams of their first time being as great as that was for me.”
I leaned my chest back so I could really look at the angel beneath me, no longer as innocent as she may have looked. Her brown eyes dazzled in this afterglow.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
I nodded back. “It was my pleasure.”
“Mmm, and my pleasure too.” She sighed happily. “Can you do it again?”
I smirked. “I think it’ll take a few minutes.” I pulled back to slip out of her body.
She looked down at the limp member, now coated with small spatters of her virginal blood. “Hmm, Christine said I could speed up the process by blowing you again.”
I got up then reached my hand out to her. “Well, we’d better take a shower and get cleaned up first. But after that? Be my guest”.
Anna placed her hand in mine, her face bright at the prospect of her first co-ed shower. “Next time, I want to try being on top.”
***
Neither Anna nor I left her apartment for the rest of the day. I came five times before the sun went down, and Anna climaxed many more times than that. We paused occasionally to rest and talk to each other. The only times we even left the bedroom was to go to the bathroom or briefly find something to snack on.
It wasn’t that she was a nymphomaniac. But she had years of sexual catching up to do and she wanted to experience everything her heart desired. So like dedicated scientists, we locked ourselves in our lab and experimented.
Anna never made the slightest attempt to control her vocalizations. She screamed louder than I’d ever heard her voice while we were fucking. And several times I knew Brian and Courtney were back in the apartment and could clearly hear what was going on behind the closed door.
We fucked missionary and with her on top to start off. We switched to doggy- style next until I pulled out and coated Anna’s tight asscheeks with white globs of my jism. Then I got to admire the delicate curve of Anna’s spine and naked back while she rode me reverse-cowgirl.
Anna wanted to try wheelbarrow until my arms gave out and we switched back to missionary. And when she wanted to give her pussy a rest she blew me, really just so she could practice swallowing.
And just before night fell we cuddled close together, her ankles trapped inside of mine and we simultaneously climaxed while staring into each other’s eyes. That last one was only about making LOVE to each other.
I was amazed at the affection pouring out of this young girl. I could be dying of pneumonia and the warmth of her adoration alone would be enough to save me. How could I have possibly ever considered turning her away?
**TO BE CONTINUED…..
…My Playmate…
Sunday we actually went out to eat with Brian and Christine. No one directly commented on our new relationship, but there were enough innuendoes and sly remarks so that everyone was clear on what was going on. Our two friends really just seemed quite happy for us.
We all caught a Sunday matinee at the local movie theater. After returning to the girls’ apartment, our two couples split off into our respective bedrooms. Then Christine and Anna held an impromptu competition to see which one of them could scream louder in the midst of wild sex.
And then for Sunday night, Anna and I went out on our first real date. You know, flowers and dinner and sweet poetic murmuring. For the first time in a long while, I felt truly happy. The girl, no woman, by my side picked me up on a cloud and floated me off into the heavens. Anna had enough love for the both of us, and I was quickly learning how to return her affections and enjoy the comfortable relationship we had together.
***
That very Wednesday, Courtney’s Playboy magazine hit the newsstands. It was only a matter of hours before the identify of this month’s Playmate became a hot topic around the campus.
After dodging the first few questions, I decided to disappear for the evening and walked straight back to the girls’ apartment where I could hopefully hide.
Still, many people recognized me along the way. And more than a few comments were tossed my way during the short 10 minute walk, even from people who hadn’t even seen the magazine spread just yet.
“Hey, weren’t you her boyfriend last semester?”
“Is that really her?”
“Dude! Did you nail her?”
“How was she in bed?”
“Damn she has a fine ass!”
“Ass? Look at those tits!”
“How could you let THAT get away?”
“It’s all bullshit. That can’t be her.”
Once at the apartment, I found that Christine, Anna, and Brian were already there, also ducking the crowds. It would die down after a day or two. In the meantime, we still had a ton of homework. Finals were still coming up soon.
“Are you sure?”
“Will you quit asking me that?”
“Then relax… breathe out…”
“Okay, okay…”
“Wait, I can feel it going down.”
“Well, arguing isn’t exactly sexy.”
“Ugh, let’s start over. Lemme turn around.”
We paused for a minute, re-shifting our positions.
“Oh, damn, you’re getting good at that.”
to be continued…
“Don’t be a hometown boy. Rome was a backwater at that time. Marozia Theophylact, whichever one she was, was a citizen of the world.”
“Whichever one she was? There were 3 of them, at least, and you’ve never managed to stagger over to their pit to remember which one’s my mother. Don’t you keep track of who you fuck?”
“Don’t be vile.”
“What? I’m not supposed to be vile? Can you hear yourself talking? I’m the son of Satan, the Anti-Christ.”
“Who was supposed to start the rebellion so the world would end in the year 1000.”
“Yeah, whatever. Been there, done that. You never noticed.”
Satan threw a lightning bolt at his son, who deflected it with an easy flick of his wrist. A.C. defiantly ate another pastry, and looked up rebelliously.
“I can’t get over you,” Satan said, stamping the ground in anger. “Your younger brothers were Popes, your nephew was one of the vilest Popes in history, and all you did was had a good time and fail to do an honest day’s work.”
“An honest day’s work? Since when am I supposed to have virtues? Since when was I supposed to lead a rebellion doomed to failure? Bite me, Dad.”
“Well, you have an image to live up to, being my son. You have to carry yourself with nobility, charm, refinement, elegance.”
“Like the pit demons do? Like Mussolini does? Losers all. I thought the work of Hell was about getting things done.”
Another lightning bolt sizzled the air, deflected again. “All right, you lazy bum, tell me this great plan you’ve got going to bring down Heaven.”
A.C. sat up straight and rubbed his hands together. “Well, I haven’t been lazy, for starters. I’ve been doing a little here, a little there, and now my work is finally starting to get somewhere. First, I incarnated as a friend of Machiavelli, and helped him write The Prince.”
“A good book. Corporate management learned a lot from him.”
“Then after a while, David Hume managed to start the process of making everything good subjective, beginning the elimination of objective morality from society, while promoting the subtle creed of pursuing small vices as a means of pleasure, and making pleasure the objective good. All it took was a few glasses of claret, and an occasional refined and discreet prostitute.”
“Not bad, but people aren’t subtle. The masses would never understand that kind of subtlety.”
“The Marquis de Sade put some ideas about sex outside love and into psychological subjugation. Introduced some shock value as well. He was a good boss as well, let his manservant bugger him occasionally.”
“I don’t give you much credit there. Sadism has a limited audience.”
“Only sexual sadism. Pleasure at the misfortune of others is doing quite nicely, thank you, especially in the pursuit of revenge. And the corporations have ordinary folks convinced they have to bleed and die for profit, and thank them for the privilege.”
A. C. ate more pastry, washing it down with bottled water. “Friedrich helped me a lot: I spent a lot of long hours trying to drill the beginnings of decontructionism into his brain.”
“Point made.”
“Ouch, did you have to say that? He put my poor body through a lot in those days, as well as giving me syphilis. Bastard tore my asshole apart.”
Satan’s eye went wide in disbelief. “Since when were you gay?”
“All part of the cause, Dad, all calculation, anything for the cause. But the 20th century was my best by far.”
“Oh really? Who did you influence then? Adolf, Benito, Tojo? Stalin? Ho Chi Minh? Not that little prick Kim Jong Il?”
“None of the above. I stayed under the radar, out of the limelight, except when I was Jim Morrison.”
“Fronting a Rock Band is beneath you. Just an excuse to party. ‘Come on baby, light my fire’? Can you be more obvious? Yeah, that’s gonna scare the hosts of angels in paradise.”
“But it’s about Me First. Everything is useless unless it makes them happy. Even religion: I managed to turn it into a hobby.”
“Religion as a hobby? What the hell are you thinking about? What kind of challenge to Heaven is that?”
“The best, Dad. Hobbies are fun, but you don’t let them make the important decisions for you. Not a real life, at least. I’ve made religion irrelevant, disposable, man made.”
Satan pounded his fist on the table, rattling the glasses. “This is no way to operate. Where is the great Satanic church that’s going to challenge Christianity? You seem to forget how well that snot nosed kid has affected people, the multitudes he commands. He’s outdone any empire the world has ever known.”
“But I’ve cut his nuts off, Dad. I’ve made people think he’s a control freak who wants to make them miserable. I’ve made people think they’re the master race who doesn’t need to answer to anybody, and if anybody opposes them, they oppose God.”
“I don’t know. People aren’t going to buy that shit for long.”
“They are buying it. It’s working better than I hoped. Just a few more years, and Heaven will be gone. People just won’t believe in it anymore; they’ll think it a myth, a figment of their grandparent’s imagination. Then what choice do they have?”
Satan picked up his espresso cup, took an absent minded sip, and spat it out, gagging. A.C. ate another pastry and stood up, wiping his hands on the tablecloth and adjusting his backpack.
“Going somewhere?” Satan inquired.
“Yeah. Big board meeting this morning. Gotta be in the gym by 6:00”
“What? You’re a businessman this time? What kind of operation is this?”
“The best. I’ve got a following like no other.”
Satan thought for a moment. “You’re a nerd. You’ll never make it in politics.”
“Don’t have to. Corporations have more power than governments, and growing. Just wait, I’ll even buy out the People’s Republic of China.”
“But you’re passed your peak. You can’t even leverage a hostile takeover anymore, your competitors are about to pass you by. Nobody takes you seriously.”
“Oh, that’s part of the plan. I got people who’re spending all their free time in their basements, or their offices. I’ve got them trapped into whatever I want to sell them, still. It doesn’t even matter if it works or not.”
“You’ve even started a charity, for Hell’s sake..”
“All for show, all to let people know that I really have a heart.” He laughed snidely, and tossed back the rest of his drink. “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got them isolated from each other, worrying about what they want first; J.C. doesn’t have a real chance.”
“Then what?”
“Can’t tell you.”
“Can’t tell me? How dare you. . .”
“No, gotta keep it secret. You still talk to Him, and you’ll tell Him what I’m doing just because you think I’m out of line and He has to know. Just follow Business Weekly. You’ll see. ‘Bye, Loser.” He held his hand on his forehead in the Loser symbol again and flipped him a bird.
Satan watched as A.C. disappeared in a puff of smoke. Saddam came out and started to bus the table, while Hitler sipped sparkling water on break. Beelzebub sauntered by, surrounded by flies as usual, with a grave nod of the head in passing. Satan summoned his laptop and opened a few windows, checking the manifests of the Lower Levels and smiling when he found what he wanted. He Googled his Son’s current incarnation and shook his head. “The Boy’s too much like his mother. Maybe she can talk some sense into him. He’s got to follow the script; everything’s preordained and He can’t change it.”
A snap of his fingers and the laptop vanished. His form changed from evil Necromancer to red skinned demon and a pitchfork appeared in his hand. Huge muscles bulged under his skin, his right hoof stood beside his shaggy left foot, his long double dicks bounced against his huge testicles. “Ah, that’s better, I feel like myself again.” He stretched elegantly, scratched his ass and sniffed the air. A pair of passing succubi licked their lips with the forked tongues and wiggled their asses. A frown filled his face and his eyebrow wrinkled profoundly. “But what I can’t understand is why the fuck he wants to call himself Bill Gates?”
The End
Coming Home From Work
John Walker loosened his tie in the late afternoon heat as droplets of sweat beaded and fell from his forehead. The briefcase in his hand seemed to get progressively heavier with each step he took. He could feel the sweat dripping down his back and sliding into his ass, and he shifted uncomfortably as he continued on his way home. Each step felt like it took an eternity as the sun bore down on his back.
John was cranky enough to begin with and the heat wasn’t helping his mood. His girlfriend had turned him down for sex again this morning before work. It had been more than three weeks and she hadn’t even glanced at his cock, let alone tried to touch it. It’s not like he didn’t try either, but she just whined that he was worse than a bitch in heat. It depressed him that she had such little interest in him sexually.
It also didn’t help that his barely eighteen year-old secretary wore practically see-through blouses with delving cleavage that she loved to show off as often as possible by leaning over his desk. Often he could catch a glimpse of her areola as it pooled out of her bra when she bent over. The office was air-conditioned as well, which meant that most of the time she walked around with her nipples jutting out. It drove him mad with frustration. Her ass was so incredibly tight that he could see almost every muscle in it move as she strutted around the office. He considered himself a normal, hot-blooded male and wanted nothing more than to shove her up against his desk, grind his hard cock up against her ass and show her just what those see-through blouses made him want to do to her. He wanted to grab her by her thick, brown hair, yank her head back, reach around with his other hand and slip his fingers up her snug skirt until he could force them into her tight, wet pussy.
Not that John would ever cheat on his girlfriend. He loved her very much, but he was really tired of using his hand. Fantasizing and chronic masturbating was his way of dealing with all the frustration.
John was relieved when he finally saw the path that lead to the shortcut through the woods. At least in the woods it would be a little cooler, and would offer some shade. And he knew that once there, he could get out a little of his sexual frustration.
On more than a few occasions, on his walks home from work, John would wander off into the bushes and masturbate. It helped him get out a lot of his sexual frustration and he used this time for a lot of fantasy play that he couldn’t really do when his girlfriend was around. She usually gave him hell for being so horny whenever she caught him masturbating. She was such a prig.
He also experienced a secret thrill knowing there could be anyone walking by on the path while he jerked himself off not too far away.
When John finally reached the woods, the relief from the heat was immediate and he was grateful. He removed his tie and slung it over the arm that held his suit jacket and brief case.
He walked for another fifteen minutes until he gauged that he was about half way between where he entered the path from work and where it ended at the other side on his street. John looked up and down the path to make sure there was no one nearby to see him, and then he veered right off the path and deeper into the woods.
Usually when John went into the woods to masturbate, he didn’t like to go too far from the path, as that was part of his thrill. He liked to hear people walking by, completely oblivious to the fact that he was there, touching himself.
Today however, John was particularly disgruntled, and just wanted to be alone. He walked much farther than he usually went. In fact, John walked so far he was sure that he was coming to the edge of the woods, when he came to a small clearing.
John sat with his back against a tree and set his brief case, jacket and tie on the ground beside him.
He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face and the hard tree bark dig into the back of his skull.
John resumed his fantasy of taking his secretary up against his desk and fingering her until she was dripping wet. As his cock became hard and strained against his pants, which he refused to unzip. He rubbed himself over the material of his pants. He enjoyed teasing himself, getting himself so incredibly hard that he felt like his cock would explode if he didn’t touch it.
Johnnie.
John started with an audible cry and opened his eyes.
On the other side of the clearing was, what appeared to be a young girl, no more than fifteen or sixteen. John stood up, painfully aware of the prominent swell of his erection and trying to hide it by turning slightly. The girl smiled deviously and started to move towards him.
“What are you doing?” He asked, alarmed. The last thing he needed was to get caught alone in the woods with some young cupcake that might cry statutory rape just to try and get a few bucks from him in a settlement.
She was incredibly beautiful though. She had long, curly auburn hair that fell in waves down her back. She also had big, innocent, doe eyes that never lost their connection with his as she continued to make her way towards him.
As she neared him, John realized that there was something wrong with the way she walked. It was stunted.
It wasn’t until she was right in front of him that John realized in awe that this was not a young girl but an older boy, probably in his early 20’s with a cock as big as a horse attached to a crotch that wasn’t human. This boy had goat legs and hooves, with the same sandy auburn hair on his head that gusted as softly as the grass in the clearing when the wind blew.
The goat hair ended just above his pubic area, leaving the top half of him completely human, with the most well defined body John had ever seen.
“Who are you?” John asked.
The goat boy didn’t answer him; he just kept smiling at John.
“You’re a faun,” John said.
The goat didn’t respond.
After what seemed like an eternity, the faun suddenly laughed, and waved his hand across John’s chest.
John felt a force lock his arms on either side of the tree behind him. He struggled and fought hard against the invisible restraints, to no avail. He was relieved that he could move his torso, distraught however, that he could not budge his arms. A surge of adrenaline flowed through him, unfortunately helping him maintain his hard-on, as panic began to set in.
The faun watched John struggle, his eyes moving up and down John, until they finally rested on the massive bulge of his pants.
He walked over to John and began to undo his pants. John struggled more, but it only helped the faun get his pants down quicker.
John felt ridiculous standing here with his pants around his ankles and his massively swollen cock on display for anyone to see. “Anyone,” being this particular creature.
The faun leaned into John and grabbed his cock fiercely. John almost screamed out in agony. Then he slowly began massaging John’s cock. His stroke was firm and almost painful. The faun pushed his leg, which also led up to his cock, into John, The more he stroked John, the more he grinded his huge horse cock into John’s thigh. The humiliation of the situation was bittersweet for John. He loved the feeling of having his dick so expertly handled, but felt guilty because he wasn’t gay.
He tried to rationalize to himself all the reasons why he shouldn’t be enjoying this but nothing was coming to mind. Then he began to rationalize why he might be enjoying it. He blamed it on his girlfriend for not putting out; he blamed it on his secretary for being such a goddamn tease. He blamed himself for being weak and having no self-control.
As the faun slowly rubbed his hand up and down John’s shaft, John moaned and thrust his hips forward to match the rhythm of faun’s hand. Christ, if he kept this up he was going to cum.
Suddenly the faun stopped grinding into John, released his cock, turned around and walked a couple of feet away.
“Wait!” John called out, “you can’t just leave me like this!”
The faun glanced back in John’s direction and giggled, then turned back and walked to the other side of the clearing and disappeared into the trees.
John struggled even harder to liberate his arms, panic starting to set in. He still couldn’t seem to escape. Just when he was on the verge of hysteria, John heard a struggle coming from the trees across the clearing and the faun returned. This time, as he moved towards John, he was dragging something on a rope behind him.
John heard muffled grunts, but he couldn’t see anything through the tall grass of the clearing as the faun dragged whatever he was carrying back to him.
When the faun finally reached him, he grabbed the person at the end of the rope and dragged her to her knees in front of him.
It was a little fairy girl. While her appearance was young, John saw the wisdom of age in here eyes. She looked 18-years old, but here eyes claimed her to be much, much older.
She had short spiky purple hair. Her eyes were bright green and pleading. Her lips were the palest shade of pink and her whole body glimmered in a sparkling iridescence.
Her hands were tied behind her back with the rope that the faun had used to drag her. The swell of her large breasts were perfectly rounded and barely held in place by a piece of ripped pink fabric. Her cleavage hung down in an adept show of perfect feminine exquisiteness.
There was another piece of the same ripped pink fabric that just barely covered the girl’s hips, thighs and ass.
John noticed that she had a pair of light purple and dark green wings, which reflected sunlight in small sparkling bursts that the fairy didn’t seem to be able to use.
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Seeing this girl tied up with such accentuated cleavage and pleading eyes was almost more than John could bear. He knew his cock was as hard as it had ever been, and watching this girl struggle with her bonds, her elegant breasts swaying with each movement was making it worse.
The faun grabbed the fairy by the back of her spiky hair and she cried out. He turned her around so that her backside was facing John, at which point he grabbed her hip with one hand and shoved shoulder hard to the ground with his other.
There was nothing John could do but watch.
He watched as the torn pink fabric, which probably used to be a skirt, rode up the fairy’s hips to expose her taut, curvaceous ass and the little cleft of her pink vaginal lips swelling just underneath.
The faun watched John’s reaction and smiled. He leered at John while he commenced spanking her little pussy lips, hard. She squealed in what John tried to convince himself was pain. But he couldn’t be certain. The faun continued slapping her pussy lips until John could see moisture dripping from them.
The faun then took hold of his monster cock and rammed it unceremoniously into the fairy’s little pussy.
She gasped sharply, and then cried out as the faun began to thrust his hips aggressively into her tight wet slit. The faun grabbed onto her hips and pumped himself into her so deeply that John was sure he was impacting her uterus; that is, if fairies had uteri.
John was shocked at the severity in which the faun penetrated the fairy, but he soon realized that the fairy had stopped crying out and was now writhing and moaning.
The faun maintained a quick rhythm, pumping back and forth so fast and hard that John could hear the delicious squelching noise of the faun’s cock slipping in and out of her as his balls battered her pussy.
John was so aroused he didn’t realize that he was grinding his hips in tandem with the faun. He struggled vehemently to release himself from his bonds but still could not remove them.
John continued to watch as the faun removed his pussy-slimed cock from her slick crevice and drove it ferociously into her unyielding, puckered ass hole.
The fairy cried out, even louder this time, which practically sent John over the edge into orgasm as he continued to watch this crude display of debauchery.
Each jagged thrust from the faun into the fairy’s anus pushed her face harder into the soft earth beneath her. She seemed to bounce on her breasts as he shoved himself harder inside her.
Every part of John yearned to be free from his shackles, he wanted nothing more than to shove his cock into one of her wholes and debase her as much as the faun was.
He was sure that if either the faun or the fairy even looked at his painfully engorged cock, he would cum.
The faun stopped and turned to look at John. He smiled deviously as he pulled himself out of the fairy’s ass. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up. She yelped.
He walked around to the other side of her head and shoved her backwards towards John. Her arms were still tied behind her back and the faun kept her head forcibly held low. He pushed her backward until her pussy was aligned with John’s cock and then he gave her one hard shove.
Even though the fairy had just been violated by the faun and his enormous cock, her pussy was still tight and encompassing.
John began to thrust his hips and again the fairy began moaning and gasping. John couldn’t believe it, this little fairy girl couldn’t get enough of the cock.
Not that he could have stopped it anyway, having his arms shackled behind the tree. John was sure he couldn’t last much longer, the tidal wave of his orgasm almost at its crest. The faun held the fairy girl’s head, and rammed his goat cock into her mouth.
Both the faun and John pumped their cocks into her, riding her like a w
Sweat began streaming down John’s face as he pummeled her as hard as he dared without scraping his back too hard against the rough bark of the tree. His mind was reeling and the faun just leered at him as he pumped, all the while facilitating this depredation.
John’s eyes rolled back in his head and just as he was about to blow his load deep into the nether regions of this little fairy girl, the faun pulled her off him.
“Please,” John begged, gasping for breath. “I need to finish.”
The faun threw the girl down to the ground. She rolled over onto her back, crumpling her beautiful wings, and opened her legs, wide. John could see the succulent liquid pouring out of her moistened crevice. It was clear but it glittered like the ocean on a hot sunny day.
The faun got down on his knees and brusquely buried his face in her quivering silky clam. She arched her back (not that difficult with her hands still tied behind her and braced on the ground to give her more leverage) and wailed a beautiful lament.
John watched as the faun feasted on the girl. She writhed and wailed and grinded her pussy harder onto the faun’s face, all the while keeping her half opened eyes on John.
John’s balls were aching and his cock was straining for any stimulation but nothing was forthcoming. He was tied up, probably against his will, and forced to watch the fairy girl being humiliated.
“Please,” he begged again, although he knew it was useless.
The girl’s moans became louder and more melodious, hypnotizing John. He felt his arms slacken, free of the bonds that held him so inflexibly.
John couldn’t move. He was held enthralled by the symphony of lust that radiated from the girl writhing on the ground.
The faun looked from the fairy girl back to John again and smiled.
Before John had time to think about what he was doing, he laid down on the ground. He knew the faun was controlling his movements, but he couldn’t stop him. John wasn’t even sure he wanted to stop the faun from controlling him.
The faun grabbed the fairy girl, her breasts mesmerizing as they swayed to and fro with the force of the faun’s fierce grasp. He shoved her over John, so she was straddling him. His mind had taken him to a place that was somnolent, so that these events were more like a dream than a harsh but erotic reality. The faun forced the fairy girl onto John’s painfully engorged cock. John gasped, rolling his head from side to side in the ecstasy of impaling her wet pussy.
Before John could really start enjoying the ride, the faun shoved the fairy forward so that she landed with her neck over John’s face and her breasts at his chin.
Then the faun grabbed her opulent ass and parted the fairy’s cheeks. He spit into his hand and rubbed it on his cock, stroking himself, and, without a moment’s hesitation, he shoved his cock into the fairy girl’s anus.
Both John and the fairy cried out, the fairy girl in a much more melodic inflection.
John felt her pussy tighten, making room for the giant horse-cock of the faun in her ass. The faun clutched her hips and started pummeling her ass fiercely.
“Oh, sweet Christ,” John sighed, as the fairy’s tits battered his face, her pussy holding tenaciously to his cock as she moved with the steady cadence of the faun battering her anus. He could feel the faun’s cock kneading his own through the thin sheath of skin that separated her pussy from her anus.
Suddenly, without any hint of warning, it all became too much for him. His eyes rolled back in his head and he felt a warm, coursing, energy draw up from his toes and from the top of his head, riding through his blood stream to culminate with a giant eruption from his cock. He cried out so loud he was certain that someone would come running to find him in this precarious situation.
No one came, except the faun.
John’s eyes were still closed when he heard the faun grunt, and felt the rhythmic pulse of the faun’s orgasm.
He felt the warm liquid of the faun’s essence drip from her ass onto his balls.
The fairy girl was still wailing out her magical, hypnotic song, keeping John pinned to the ground.
When John finally mustered the courage to open his eyes, he was alone.
He sat up abruptly, and looked around. His briefcase, jacket and tie were still beside the tree. His pants were around his ankles and his cock, now flaccid, glimmered with fairy sparkled cum.
John quickly stood up and pulled up his pants. He glanced around the clearing, looking for any hint of the faun or the fairy girl. There was nothing.
He picked up his things and walked as fast as he could back to path.
John walked quickly, wondering the whole way if what he had just experienced could possibly be real. No. No, it couldn’t possibly have been real, could it?
Just as John reached the road at then end of the path, he heard the fairy’s erotic lament coming from all around the woods. He turned around and stared down the path but didn’t see anything. The fairy girl’s singing faded slowly from his ears as he walked away from the woods and towards his house.
The End